SICK STILL

She has had a fever for five days.

I thought she was better Christmas morning but then crashed during dinner.

She is still sick.

I pray she gets better soon.

Poor girl.

She just lays in bed and watches shows.

CHRISTMAS DAY

We were spoiled.

We felt loved.

We were overwhelmed.

We were so grateful for all of Santa's little helpers that made this Christmas so special.

I made the girls pajamas. It is still my favorite pattern. 

 Sierra's Fairy tea-party her Grandma McKnight sent.

She lost her pitcher and was distressed all evening about it. I told her that I was certain her grandma would make her another if she wanted her to. She said she would look around a little more and if she couldn't find it she would ask her.

 Nate really wanted to give his daughter a present.

He found this in his box of stuff from his youth.

She was super happy. 

 

Thank you Aunt Jenny for the pillow fight in a bag. Sierra and her Daddy played all morning with it. I think there are pillows all through the house now and smiling faces.

 Sierra and her father put together the Lego set all morning.

She was so happy. They had a lot of fun together.

 Madison loved her animal zoo.

I am sure there will be hours of play ahead of us, thanks for the suggestion Michelle.

My favorite picture.

Look at Sierra's face.

Love it.

 Madison loved her Tinker Bell and changed her outfit several time.

 Sierra said this was her favorite present and her white horse not pictured.

Both came from Santa.

We feel blessed.

Both Madison and Sierra were super excited that Edison remembered them and got them Slinky's.

Madison didn't put this pony down all morning.

She has had an obsession with My Little Pony lately.

She doesn't own any.

Her sister owns a few.

I wouldn't have bought her one because Sierra would be jealous. See picture above.

I am so glad Santa didn't have that reservation.

She was so happy.

 

Both of my girls were so happy and declared it their best Christmas ever.

 

We went over to Brother Bob's house for Christmas dinner.

I brought rolls. They turned out perfectly.

Sister Kay and Brother Chuck got the girls an eductional game and a book and bunch of Disney movies from there DVD collection, that their grand-kids have out grown.

Brother Bob and Sister JoAnn gave the girls two dollars in quarters.

They were so happy.

 

My favorite Christmas moment was when Nate gave Brother Bob a bunch of flies he had tied.

Then he rigged up his line and took him casting on the front lawn.

Brother Bob was all smiles.

He called this moring and said, "Tell Nate thank you for making this old man's Christmas the best Christmas."

 

Truth Brother Bob, you made Nate's Christmas the best Christmas.

It was nice to do something for someone.

Everyone is always doing so many kind things for us, it felt good for him to pay it forward just a little.

CHRISTMAS CARDS

 We made Christmas Cards last night.

This little girl helped me with the art.

 

This morning I woke up and listened to Sierra talk to her Dad.

He was making breakfast.

She was telling him about her dreams last night and about buying her lunch yesterday, which only happens once every six months.

She said, "I got to eat hamburgers and french fries and that was a good day. If I had of bought lunch on another day, I probably would have gotten macaroni and cheese."

It was fun to listen to her ramble on and on without a breath and then listening to Nate say, "Oh, yeah. Hum. Fun. Wow."

I remember when I would tell long winded stories to my Dad.

He would lovingly say, "Condense Lisa."



MADISON is SICK

She has been enjoying pre-school so much.

She begs to do it every day.

My two favorite sites to print from are here and here.

Then I will look up a craft for her to do on line.

Sierra really didn't want to have anything to do with structured learning, so it is fun to have Madison so eager.

 

She is sick today.

Really sick.

She has a temperature.

A croupy cough.

And she sounds like a seventy year old smoker.

It is sad.

 

I hope she gets better soon.

I love her, so much.

It is hard to think that soon, she won't be my baby anymore.

 

My friend Barbara asked if  I was going to give up the Madison voice when this little boy is born.

I told her probably.

I am sure I had a Sierra voice before Madison came along.

In a way it made me sad.

I know she is four but she is my little sweet heart.

 



THIS IS ALL I THINK ABOUT LATELY

Forgive another pregnancy pic, but it is all I think about lately.

3 1/2 more weeks.

He is so busy.

His feet and arms are always stretching.

It feels weird and amazing.

I can't wait to see him face to face.

The girls can't wait either and are constantly asking me when he is going to come out.

 

I am definitely waddling now.

Look out.

My hips hurt.

Getting out of bed hurts.

But, I am so grateful.

I talk to my little man all the time.

Mostly, it is "No, no, no don't move like that, that hurts. Ouch!"

I sometimes sing to him, mostly Christmas songs.

No matter how big I get in pregnancy I still think it is so amazing that, that baby was actually inside me.

Babies are miracles.

I am excited for mine.

SIMPLE ACT of KINDNESS

It snowed today.

I was too cold to go outside and get a descent picture.

Sierra was in blissful heaven though.

She just wanted to be in the snow and then in the house talking about it and then in the snow.

My kitchen was covered in water from melted snow.

I slipped a few time.

I was frustrated.

Then I felt guilty because of my frustration.

I hate to rob her of these beautiful childhood moments, by yelling at her for tracking snow into the house.
And although I held my tongue my frustration was felt.

My car was covered in snow.

Thankfully, my friend Barbara came and took Sierra to school.

I finally mustered up enough courage to go out and scrap the car, well after the time Sierra left.
 

I was scrapping ice and snow off the car when Brother Bob pulled up.

He is in his 80's. I have blogged about him before. He is my grandpa.

He had a snow shovel in his hand and without a word he started clearing my sidewalks and my driveway.

I wanted to tell him I was fine and I could do it and he should go home.

Then I thought, I am eight and a half months pregnant...why are either of us shoveling the snow?
Then I started to laugh at how ridiculous and awesome we both were.

I have to say that 80 year old man can shovel circles around me.
He is a machine.
I kept having to stop to get my breath.

Then about the time we were finishing up Brother Chuck pulls up with his tractor.
He drove all the way from the farm on his tractor to clear our snow.
Since we were already done, he cleared are neighbors driveway.
Our neighbor is in his eighties too.
After trying to let him pay him, which Brother Chuck refused, he went to McDonald and got a dozen breakfast burritos.
He gave them to Brother Chuck, he said, "These are for you, your wife and  your daughter."
Chuck got such a kick out of the fact that our neighbor thought I was his daughter.
I think it was cute too.
I feel like their daughter often and am so grateful for my Fruita parents and grandparents.

I was just so inspired by all the beautiful acts of kindness.
I really enjoyed my McDonald breakfast burrito.

KARALEE's WEDDING TRIP

 My sister Karalee got married yesterday in the Manti, Utah Temple.

This is literally the only picture I got of the wedding.

I know sad.

I am really sad about.

It was a rough day for me.

I know her wedding day isn't about me.....

But she is married now and happily in Hawaii with her husband, so this post is going to be about me.

I will have to have her send me some pictures when she gets back in town and do a real post about her.

 

I had been battling a cold for a few days.

Nothing serious.

I  had been drinking about two packets of Emergen-C a day for a couple of days and thought I would be fine.

 

Then the night before her wedding I climbed in the shower and washed my hair.

My blow dryer went out.

I slept with wet hair.

My cold went straight into my lungs.

Then I got a text at 3:00 in the morning from my friend who was planning on watching my kids for the day while we made the quick trip.

(Nate could only get a day off of work and he wanted to be there for my sister. We had made arrangements for the girls, knowing it would be a nightmare to spend 8 hours straight in the car and one in the temple.)

She said in her text her daughter had been throwing up all night.

She was still willing to watch the girls but she wanted me to know.

She was too sweet, but I couldn't let the girls go over there not with her needing to take care of her daughter.

I frantically texted my friend Kay three times. (She never got the texts.)

I went to bed resigned that the girls would be going with us.

I didn't sleep for the rest of the night.

Not because of my friends text, but because by this point the cold had hit my lungs.

I couldn't stop coughing and I was cold and needed more and more blankets.

My throat was so dry and sore I needed multiple glasses of water and then of course I am pregnant, so I have to go potty two minutes after I drink.

 

At six I got up.

I got the girls dressed.

Nate woke up at 6:30.

I broke the news that the girls were going to have to come with us.

He was stressed.

He knew it was going to be miserable.

I didn't know who to call and I am not in the habbit of leaving my daughters period, but especially imposing on someone so last minute.

I thought to call my visiting teacher, who I love.

I called her, she answered.

I explained the situation.

She offered to take care of them.

Bless her.

We dropped them off.

We headed out.

 

I was so cold.

There was this draft under my feet.

I kept cranking the heat and Nate kept cracking the window.

I thought, whatever heat I was trying to put in the car, he was sucking out the window.

I begged him to not crack the window.

He rolled it up most of the way with a sliver remaining.

(Before you judge Nate too harshly... finish reading the story.)

I wished I had of brought a blanket.

I had brought one out to the garage and then sat it down to help Madison into her car seat and forgot to put it in.

I tied my coat around my feet.

I was still cold.

 

I called my Dad.

I asked if they would bring an old blanket to the temple, so at least I would be warm on the way back.

He said, "You sound terrible, go home. Your sister will understand."

But, she was my closest sister growing up and I wanted to be there with her.

I told him I would be fine I just needed a blanket.

I started bawling like a baby.

Maybe it was no sleep, or being eight months pregnant, or being beyond sick, or my freezing legs, or hearing my daddy's voice say, "It is okay you don't have to be so tough." I am not sure.

I couldn't stop crying.

My poor dad put my mother on the phone to talk some sense into me.

I wasn't going to miss my sister's wedding, no matter what.

We shared a bedroom for 21 years.

She was the one I stayed up at night with and traded tickle backs with.

"If you tickle my back 100 times, then I will tickle yours 100 times." We would say to each other when we were little.

 

Nate stopped off and got me yogurt, apple juice, and cough drops.

When we got to the temple I was feeling better.

I wasn't coughing.

It was warm and peaceful in the temple.

(Nothing like our drafty 4-runner with over 200k miles on it. I am grateful that car still runs but....)

 

I have to say, the Manti Temple is so beautiful.

I gave my sister a hard time when she wanted to be married there. As we drove up, I understood why. It was so beautiful and the views from the hill were amazing.

I felt guilty for giving her a hard time.

We all met in the temple all my brothers and sisters and their spouses and my Uncle David, Karalee was always his favorite niece. It was so special that he made the trip.

My sister looked beautiful and happy.

 

After the wedding, we waited a while for them to come out of the temple.

Then came the pictures.

It was so cold.

The weather had been nice when we pulled up but then it turned.

I was coughing so hard and couldn't stop.

The father of the groom came over to introduce himself for the first time.

I felt really guilty shaking his hand.

We took a few pictures and then we had to go I just couldn't be there any longer.

 

My father followed us back to our car, got me a blanket and made sure we were well and safe.

Then we drove back.

We stopped in Gunnison City and had Chinese food.

They had the best Hot and Sour Soup I have ever had.

Every bite was soothing to my soul.

 

I got back in the car and cuddled down in my blanket and fell asleep.

 

When we got to Green River Nate let me drive the rest of the way home.

He cranked the heat and he kept complaining how cold it was.

He asked, "Where is that draft coming from."

He kept checking the floorboards and increasing the heat.

I was so hot. Beads of sweat were coming off my forehead, I had to crack the window.

Then both off us understood each other.

It wasn't being sick as much as it was the car.

Love that car.

Today I am by the fire.
Covered in vicks vapor rub.
With a humidifier.
Finishing my book.
Yesterday, is yesterday.
Today, is today.
I am so glad for today.

 

HAPPY SUNDAY

This is what your house will look like if you choose to take the morning off.

Read your book.

Take a long bath.

Do your hair, so you can look amazing for your husband.

Find a nice outfit.

Then when you emerge from your peaceful morning, you will find this.

Especially if it is Sunday, and your children aren't allowed to watch television or play computer games on Sunday.

They get very creative to entertain themselves.

Well, I look awesome and feel awesome, and this is the price I will pay.

Worth it, yep!

We will tackle it after church, or maybe I will go back to reading my book. :)

Happy Sunday.

FANCY

Sierra said on the way home from school, "Mom, why aren't I as fancy as other girls in my class?" At first I told her she was beautiful and asked her what she was talking about. She said, "You know fancy not beautiful." I said, "Well, you don't like to get dressed or do your hair. If you want tomorrow we can spend a long time doing your hair, and find a nice outfit and you can be fancy." Then tonight after I gave her a bath. I told her I would paint her nails so she could be fancy. In the middle of painting them she lost patience with me and said, "Mom, I don't need to be fancy I am fine just the way I am!" Agreed little one.

 

However, I couldnl't resist making her get up a little earlier to  spend a little more time on her outifit and hair, just to prove to her that she can be as fancy as any other girl.

 

This is the best picture I could get because she was pretty annoyed by this point and didn't want to take a picture. She has cuter clothes.

She wouldn't wear fancy tights, a skirt, and boots, because tights are too cold.

Although it has been really warm the last few day. She threw a fit.

She wouldn't wear the cute shirt that goest with her vest because it is blue and white day on Friday.

Apparently, this is the best we could do.

 

I think it is important to feel fancy every once and a while even if most of the time you don't want to take the time.

 

SICK

 She has been sick for the last two days.

She hasn't been to school.

She missed a really fun field trip she was looking forward to and I missed teaching art heritage.

She has been coughing so hard she has been throwing up, which sounds more alarming than it is.

She has a weak gag reflex.

It doesn't matter how sick she gets she never slows down.

There has been a lot of teasing.

There has also been a lot of imaginative play and putting together puzzles.

There has also been a lot of television watching and computer game playing.

It wills be bitter sweet when she goes back to school tomorrow.

SLEEPING SISTER

They slept like this last night.

Both of them stayed in their bed all night.

They didn't come into me once about a bad dream or needing a drink.

They slept like angels and I think it is because they had each other.

Aren't they sweet?

CHRISTMAS PARTY

 Tonight was the night of the ward Christmas party.

Just like it years past it was fun.

I was so surprised that my girls climbed up on Santa's lap and chatted with him for quite a while.

I guess Sierra told him all she wanted was clay that never dries out.

We spent the morning teaching Brother Bob how to make cinnamon rolls.

Sister Joann, his wife, taught me how to embroider on the edge of pillow cases.

We had a nice morning.

As we left Brother Bob gave my girls this ornament for our tree.

I giggled so hard when I saw it hanging on my tree.

I had to take a picture.

My siblings will all get a giggle at it too.

Here is the story.....

 

My Aunt made ornaments for my mother.

She was into painting and making porcelain dolls.

She would make the heads and then put a ruffled collar around the neck.

Then she would hang a string from its head.

We had several on our tree.

There just was something so Marie Antoinette about it.

I told my mother, "There is nothing Christmas about a bunch of de-capitated dolls staring at you from the Christmas tree. It is absolutely creepy."

I took the heads and hid them.

My mother was upset and told me to give them back because her sister had made them for her.

I would inevitable give them back.

Every year they came out of the Christmas box and got hung on the tree again.

Every year they would have to disappear at least for a little while.

One year they were gone altogether.

I am not sure what happened to them.

 

Guess what......

Now I have my very own HEAD.

Headless Santa.

Who thinks of these things?



THIS LITTLE BOY is my GREATEST JOY

How blessed am I to be welcoming this little boy to our home in six and a half weeks.

I seriously can't wait for his sister's to meet him.

He has been stretching a lot lately and sometime I have to tell him there just isn't room enough for him to get comfortable anymore, no matter how hard he stretchs.

 

He got the hiccups the other night while I was reading to Sierra.

She put her hand on my tummy and giggled and giggled at his little body moving.

 

Madison often asks, "What is little brother saying?"

I say, "He is saying I love my sister Madison."

She always responds by asking, "A lot of times?"

I say, "Yes, a lot of times."

 

They have helped me get things ready for his arrival.

Sierra keeps asking if there is anything else she can do.

There really isn't anything left except to set up the crib.

We will do that soon.

 

I am just so happy.

I can't say it enough.