The cake

I saw this cake on the Bakerella blog I follow and had to try it.

It was very yummy and very rich. The baby didn't appriciate all the sugar late at night but I still ate it.

I just think these pictures are cute

A shout out to my brother in law Jacob who got engaged tonight!!

The floor

Lizzy likes to sleep on the floor. Last time we were at joel and glendas she slept on the floor in trevor and I's room and it has been a fad. I will go in in the morning and she will be on the floor with her pillow. The problem is that she moves in her sleep. She hits her head on the bed or kicks the dresser. She will end up with half her body under the bed and wake up at 2 am in a panic. I go in there when she cries and find her blankets and pillows around the room and put her back to bed. She is never fully awake so it isn't a problem. The funniest part is that our whole house is lino. She has a rug in her room but never sleeps on it, she always ends up on the cold lino.

Valentines Weekend.

Trevor and I are taking a weekend escape for Valentines Day. It will be our first trip with out the kids for more than 1 night. My Mom was kind enough to watch my kids in support of this. We are heading up to the Gondola Plaza.





I am so excited. Fred and Ashton are meeting us up there tomorrow. I am excited to play games, eat food, ski and MOST OF ALL SLEEP IN!! Trevor wants to get up and do first run of the day. I want to sleep in late and get up when I get up. lol. We have slightly different ideas of what sounds like the most fun.


We leave in a couple of hours and I haven't packed yet. Maybe I should get on that.

I forgot how much people ask you how you are doing when you are pregnant. I have my answer down. I squeamish smile, shrug of the shoulder and a "meh as well as can be expected". The truth is I also forgot how moody I am. I remembered that I didn't like being pregnant, but now I remember why. I was in for a temple recommend interview when the bishop even asked me the other day how I was doing. I gave my standard response then he caught me off guard. He asked me how Trevor was treating me. I bust up into tears, we are talking misty eyes, we are talking bawling, runny nose, people standing in the hall casting confused looks at the door. I then explained just how wonderful Trevor is to me. I can totally bite his head off, go from happy to depressed in the blink of an eye and he just loves me anyways. He tells me everyday how much he loves me. I couldn't ask for a better husband. I think true love from a husband is if he can still love you when you are a COMPLETE mess.

I love my man.

The source of the problem.

Here is a play by play of a section of my morning. It spans maybe 20 minutes.

E= Lizzy
M= Me
S=Sam

* The house is tidy I sit down on the couch with a yogurt for breakfast*

E~ "Mommy a want some."
M~ " Okay but YOU have to sit at the table" (A little un equeal I know but I can eat off a spoon without spilling)
M~ somthing smells funny, must be Sam.
Grab Lizzy a yogurt and set her up at the table to eat it.
Wrangle Sam out of his diaper, he has had a pretty bad diaper rash and the runs
lately which is what caused my next thought
~ maybe I will just let him crawl a round naked and get a break from the diaper.
Turn around to clean up wipes and diapers roll up soiled diaper.
Turn around to see hand and knee prints of poop crossing my carpet

"AHHHHH" Sam had pooped AGAIN!!! and sat in it, and crawled though it, and spread it around.

S~ hahahahaha
he thinks running away is a game
M~ Panic, where do I start, the prints, the original mess
no no no the spreader

I grab Sam and hose him off and promptly put the diaper back on. I head down stairs to grab the oxy clean to clean the carpet. I scrub my carpet Sam screaming all the while because I left him to go downstairs and I put a diaper back on him.

Scrub Scrub Scrub.

I go back into the kitchen glad that I have restored order, but WAIT. Lizzy has decided htat yogurt makes great finger paints on my table.

weep

I won't give you the details but we cleaned that up too and washed hands and faces.


Is it any wonder that we as Moms have a hard time keeping the house clean???

A clean rug, is a happy rug.

I listened to a lot of John Bytheway growing up. On one of his tapes he talks about helping your parents or something and he says to just vacuum the rug, and when your mom asks what you are doing reply "A clean rug is a happy rug".

Before I found out I was pregnant and thought I had the flu I fell off the cleaning wagon. Laundry has sat for weeks in various stages, unwashed, unfolded, in the basket folded but not put away. Vacuuming was scarce and only in select location. Instead of washing my floor regularly it had turned into spot washing spills. The house was a minor war zone. Today was the day of reckoning for the continually growing disaster. As I cleaned for nearly 10 hours I realized how excited I was to get my life back. I also decided that

a clean house is a happy wife
a happy wife is a happy spouse
happy parents mean happy kids
happy kids means a better life.

I am so glad that the war zone seems more like a distant nightmare now.


Over the past year I have become great friend with Ashton. She is Trevor's cousins daughter. Trevor has one cousin who actually has lived in the same stake as me for my whole life and she has a daughter who is about our age. Ashton. Ashton and her husband have 2 kids also who are right about my age. We swap babysitting, and have lots of play dates. Cookouts and family dinners. I feel relaxed around them as you should around family. I was suppose to go over there to play today and I called her this morning to announce my need for cleaning. She completely understood, and even came to pick Elizabeth up and took her to her house for most of the day. It was so nice to know that Lizzy was having a good day instead of sitting on the couch watching TV and otherwise being neglected. I am so grateful for her help.

The polish handyman and a picture update

By some small miracle Calgary housing sent someone to fix the holes in my roof and walls. Yesterday I had a massive drywall mess to clean up. Mopping, sweeping, vacuming. Nothing compared to today.

Yes this is a dust line on my pot of soup for supper. sick.

He is a really nice man, but honestly, couldn't he have kept the dust to one room. I asked my mom to send her shop vac over. She asked if the handyman had brought one because they do sometimes. That would be a biug negative. Besides if he was worried about clean up he probably would have brought some stuff to cover things up, like my couch, but no, my poor couch got the brunt on the mess. weep.

On happier notes

We celebrated Chinese New Years with Ryan and Angie in China town. It was a lot of fun to see the dragon dance and the karate demonstrations. They also had mini shops set up. We went for Dim Sum (spelling??) It was very yummy.

Sam is now a climbing machine.

The house is going well. They actually have the second floor on also but I haven't gotten over there with my camera to take pictures.

And of course a picture of my sweet Elizabeth.

hmm

Sam is feeling much better today. He puked quite a bit and I was up throughout the night with him, but he his happy playing and talking and back to his normal destructive self again. He isn't to happy with the diet of plain soda crackers and apple juice I have him on but that's life. I will be honest I kind of liked having a day of just cuddling.

One of my least favorite things about pregnancy is the unreliability of my feelings and my judgement. I get very emotional. I went to RS activity last night. I was feeling pretty good. It had been a long day but I was out of the house, dressed, make up on, excited to be there. One of the Ladies turned around and looked at me then said "Sister Smith you look very tired today" "uhhhhhh yeh". In my mind I wanted to say something like "well sister you look ......... today" enter any number of mean comments in the blank. Truth be told yes I was tired, but what mom isn't. Kinda hit just all wrong. I was so hurt and taken aback. I don't know how I would have felt if I was my normal self, but my pregnant hormonal self was angry.

Lets just add that the sister who made the comment is the same sister who asked me to do play group. Hormonal Ashley is all up in arms, but I am working on it. Blogging helps me vent and relax, look at it from different angles. You guys are my therapy.


Anyways I got up today, got showered and dressed. I am cleaning my house and have plans for baking. Today will be a good day.

If I was in doubt

I think I can "officially" be counted as a mom. lol. as if the two kids didn't qualify me. Sam is sick. This is the first time that one of my kids has been sick and it hasn't been related to teeth. He has been puking all day. and in true mom fashion I caught it isn my hand each time. ewwwwww. So there it is. My true momness. who else would try to catch puke.

The dilemma

Here is my conflict as of late.

A member of the relief society presidentcy has asked me to plan a play group for the young kids in the ward. I tried to say no but the guilt got to me and I agreed (groan). There was a sisiter in Sundance Ward who was asked to do it and I felt so bad for her and was VERY grateful that it wasn't me. Here are my problems.

-I wasn't planning on going to the play group anyways, I don't like being around and talking to people I don't know. It takes a lot out of me and stresses me out.

-I don't have a car to even get to the activities that I plan, so I would have to find a ride from one of these strangers, remember to get the car seats out of my car that morning, put them in there car load up and go and then undo it all later. It really isn't all that hard, but I have to do it for visiting teaching and I feel like such a dork.

-I can't seem to force myself to even call the women to talk to them about it.


Now it would be good for my kids to get out with other kids more often, but when we do go out it is to a cousins house.

I am feeling bad because I said I would do it, but...... yeh.

I don't know if I should just suck it up and suffer through or if I should call her back and tell her I just don't want to. (Both ideas kill me) .

What would you do?