My oldest turned seven on April 18th. My husband and I had been trying to come up with a good birthday idea for him. We really did not want to get him toys since he already had so many but we wanted to do something he would really enjoy.
We had been talking about giving his room a make over. He wanted a star wars room, so we decided to surprise him a total room make over for his birthday. His room really had no theme before hand, the walls were still painted a light blue from when it used to be his nursery (before we decided to move our room and the nursery downstairs and let the big kids have the upstairs), there was no art work on the walls and he just had the red bed spread that he wanted last year. We knew this was going to be a big surprise and that he was going to love it.
I worked it out with my parents to have Alex and Destiny both stay with them for the two days before Alex’s birthday so Chris and I could get his room done. Of course the day we were going to start, it rained so much that our entire basement flooded and Chris ended up having to clean it. I worked in Alex’s room and actually stayed up almost all night long getting it done.
We painted the walls two different colors, there is a grey accent wall, the window trim is grey and the rest is a dark blue. These colors match perfectly with the bed set he got from one of his Grandma’s ( it was also part of the surprise ). I made all the art work in his room. The canvas prints I just painted, splattered to make stars and just the stickers that you can put on walls, the framed blue prints actually came with toys that my husband had as a child that he had kept and the memory board I made so he can hang pictures of his friends and family up. I found a darth vader alarm clock, I used the pillow case from his bed set as a table cover and my husband gave him an old book of star wars ships.
My oldest son lost his first tooth on his seventh birthday. This is something he has been looking forward to since his friend ( who is a little over a year older then he is ) first started loosing teeth a couple of years ago.
Alex first noticed his wiggly tooth a few weeks ago. He had been asking me every day if his tooth was loose enough to come out yet and every time I told him not yet, he was disappointed. The afternoon of his birthday he told me his tooth was hurting, I looked at it and noticed that the adult tooth was coming in and the pressure he felt was why he said it hurt. The tooth was ready to come out for sure, I offered to pull it and so did his Grandpa but he was to scared to let us try. Off and on for the rest of the day he wiggled his tooth, trying to get it out on his own.
When bedtime hit I offered one last time to pull it out but he still said no. So we read his bed time story, tucked him in and I told him maybe we could do it tomorrow. It was not even a few minutes later that he came down stairs and told me he was ready to let me pull his tooth. I had him close his eyes and count to ten, he had not even gotten to five and I had the tooth out.
Of course I had to snap a picture before I sent him back to bed. We put his tooth in a zip lock bag, he stuck it under his pillow and then he told me he was going to go to sleep right away so the tooth fairy would come ( we told him a long time ago that the tooth fairy’s magic does not work unless he is sleeping ).
Posted 04-25-2013 at 11:59 AM by Krista
I was woken up this morning by a persistent banging on my door. I groggily got up and tried to find some pants. As I rushed downstairs, I realized that my four year old had let our visitor in the house!! Definitely have to work on that one. I looked down in surprise to see my husband, staring at me with an expression that was a cross between anger and…what? Relief?
“I have been calling you and calling you! What have you been doing?”
“Sleeping,” I replied, feeling guilty.
“Seriously? It’s nine o’clock.”
“I know, I know.” I immediately busied myself with getting my girls drinks and breakfast, and assuring my husband that I was fine. He had, in fact left me about twenty six messages. I had no idea how I’d managed to sleep through all of them.
Posted 04-24-2013 at 10:34 AM by Krista
My little sister, who got married in August of last year called with some exciting news. She’s pregnant!! Now, at first I wasn’t sure how to feel about her news. Of course, I was happy for her, but choked too because they weren’t planning on starting a family for at least a year. It was a blow, too, because I have been trying so hard to get pregnant.
Also, she smokes and takes a high dosage of anti-depressants, so I worried about her being able to kick those habits. Another factor is that she and I haven’t been close in many years, and so I worry that I won’t get to see my niece or nephew very often. There are a lot of things that went through my mind when she gave me the news.
What has surprised me is how excited I am about being an aunt! I can’t wait to see her and the baby grow, I can’t wait to go to the baby shower or hear that the big day has finally arrived! It’s all so very exciting! I feel so protective of this baby growing inside of her, and of my sister. I worry that she isn’t getting enough to eat—she is already twenty pounds underweight—I worry about her anxiety levels. I have been showering her with love as best I can and I only hope it’s enough.
We spend the day together today and I had a blast. She got the news from the doctor three weeks ago and she hasn’t even taken a pregnancy test yet! When I heard that, I whipped one out and gave it to her. She was so excited, and we both waited anxiously, bending over to peer at it and wait for those two pink lines to appear. She kept picking it up and holding it to the light, even though I told her not to do that until it was finished. I love sharing that moment with her.
Posted 04-16-2013 at 11:50 AM by Krista
Lately I am feeling so overwhelmed, overworked and overtired. Yes, I suppose if there is one apt word to describe a mother it should be “over.” We are always trying to go over and beyond for our families. We have been told a myth, that a successful, organized, and together woman can do it all.
Now, either I am just not that woman, or it’s a lie. Neither assumption really makes me feel better. I am working part time, trying to acquire a full time job, going to school, taking care of two special needs children. Both of my girls have speech problems, so they go to speech twice a week. My oldest is starting soccer. I homeschool them daily, too.
I just…between cooking and cleaning and …when does it stop?! The answer: not for a long, long time. Something has got to give, and I am hoping and praying it is not my sanity. Unfortunately, my husband just doesn’t get it. He seems to have truly bought into that cartoon of the housewife eating chocolates and watching soaps all day. We don’t even have cable! And I guarantee if I did, our girls would let him know! You know how kids are.
The time of year has come again and our spring cleaning is well under way. This year we are doing more on the outside of the house than anything else but there are some inside chores that need done as well.
The biggest project we are undertaking outside and is redoing the flower beds. They need new rock and we are putting in a different boarder. It currently is just a black rubber boarder and we are putting in a nicer brick one. I am pretty excited about it. I think it is going to look great when all is done. I am also expanding flower areas and putting in some new stuff.
We are also reorganizing the sheds and garage. Over the winter they became a store all and are full of random stuff that needs to be dealt with. This is mostly tools, gardening supplies and outside toys but it still needs to be gone through since there is stuff in there that is junk. Anything that we do not need that is still in decent shape will be given away or donate, the rest will be going to the dump.
Inside the house we are doing a major over haul on the front porch. Half of the porch is suppose to be my husband’s and half is suppose to be mine. He keeps all his books, star wars stuff and other items of his out there and I keep all my books, yarn and crafting stuff out there.
The surgery is over and I am healing. I got really nervous the day before and I almost cancelled. My husband talked me through my fears and told me I needed to get this done before something really bad happened.
It went a lot faster and a lot easier then I expected. My husband and I headed to the hospital bright and early in the morning on a Thursday morning. My sister stayed at my house with my two littlest and my older two spent the night with my mom. We were there for a total of five hours, the first hour being lab work and prep, about an hour and a half for the surgery and the rest of the time in recovery. After that they sent me one my way. I went straight to bed when we got home and slept for four hours.
The next couple of days I was pretty sore and was happy to have my husband here to handle the kids and cleaning ( He took Thursday and Friday off that way he would have four days to be with me before he went back to work ). I took it easy, rested as needed and did the few things I felt up to doing. When he went back to work Monday, I spent that day with my mom and Tuesday I decided I was ready to get back into being a stay at home mom.
Posted 04-12-2013 at 11:36 AM by Krista
This is a really big issue right now, causing users to flood the internet and media outlets with opinions. Right now, I have at least a dozen friends who have changed their profile picture to an equal sign, showing that they support gay marriage. Others have changed their picture to a cross. My newsfeed is flooded with everyone expressing their view.
I’ve stayed silent. I can tell you right now, that I am not changing my picture to an equal sign. For one, I don’t want to feel like I’m just jumping on the bandwagon. And that’s what I’d be doing, because it’s a confusing issue for me. As a person, as Krista, I think a person should be able to marry whomever or whatever they want. You heard me right. Why should it offend me that a woman wants to marry another woman? Or that a woman wants to marry her cat? As Krista, it doesn’t offend me.
A lot of people argue for the sanctity of marriage. Well, gay marriage does not change the sanctity of my marriage. What we hold as sacred should not and cannot be changed just because of what someone else does. If I hold my marriage vows sacred then how do they suddenly become soiled because two men vow to share the same vows? It doesn’t make sense to me.
Posted 04-11-2013 at 11:41 AM by Krista
Do you set yourself up to fail? Do you sabotage your own good intentions? Now, some of you may be thinking, “Of course not! Is that woman crazy?” but hear me out. Because, you know, I have learned that I do just that. I go to a high calories, high fat restaurant when I know I’m trying to lose weight. McDonald’s, anyone? Really, any restaurant can sabotage your diet if you’re not willing and capable of turning away from the pictures on the menu. If the fat free, no sugar added salad with no dressing was really that good, it’d have a picture on the menu, right?
I have plenty of days where I’m doing good, I know my calorie intake is where it should be, I know I am getting exercise in, and my husband suggests going out to dinner. Suddenly the grilled fish with vegetables doesn’t look so great. I can practically taste a cheeseburger right now…so I agree, even though I know once I get home and enter in the numbers my day will be shot to hell. I know this, but somehow it still manages to surprise me every time.
The same thing often happens with money. We’ll be doing good, staying on track with the budget and then I see something I have to have, or one of the kids or my husband will, and I won’t say no. Or we’re coming so close to paying off all our credit cards, so I think it’s a perfect time to buy that new flat screen for $1200. Why? Why do I do these things?
My three year old daughter has the disgusting habit of picking her nose. I swear to you that she has done this ever since she was a baby. Once she figured out that her finger would fit in her nose and there was stuff in it, she has been picking it. That is not even the worst part, she also eats it. Nothing grosses me out more then my child eating her snot. It seriously makes me gag. My older two did not do this very much, yes they did it a few times but they would much rather use a tissue and learned at an early age how to do so.
It was a fruitless effort to try to get her to stop when she was younger but now that she will be four in a few months I would really like to get her to kick this icky habit. I have just been telling her every time I catch her to stop picking her nose, that is is gross for her to do that and then I have her wash her hands. I was hoping that doing this every time would make her see that it was icky and that it would sink in eventually to make her stop doing it. Well, I think I was wrong.