I think we are adjusting pretty well here. The boys have already gone to a few birthday parties, enjoy their new scout dens, and are making great friends in the neighborhood. We had an incident yesterday with some neighbor boys that left my blood pressure high for awhile after. Will chose a game that was much too rough and when Eli wouldn't get off, Will called for help, resulting in the neighbor boy pulling Eli's hair and thus provoking the wrath of Eli. There was screaming, red faces, and more hair pulling. We came onto the scene to find Isaac holding Eli back, the neighbor boy inching his way to his bike, and Eli about to throw a punch. All this happened minutes before we were going to go to a fancy restaurant for our anniversary date. I'm not sure I've ever seen Eli more mad. The boy told his mom that Eli was way more tough than he thought he would be. We told Eli that the neighbor boy probably learned pretty quickly not to physically hurt Eli again. And also a bunch of other things like, "That is inappropriate behavior" "You can't just attack someone because they pull your hair" "Next time you ought to say, 'You freakin' jerk, go home!" Blah, Blah, Blah. I was pretty upset about the whole situation. It hurt my stomach to think about Eli getting that angry. It made me mad that Will continues to make up ridiculous games and then wig out when Eli gets too rough (Eli is a very strong little boy and probably could take down both boys by himself). It made me angry that the neighbor boy thought it would be ok to pull hair. Also, we missed our reservations and had to wait an additional hour and a half before we could be seated. So I was angry about that too.
Something about the fight makes me feel like we are officially a part of the neighborhood or something like that. Also, a neighbor boy is currently playing our computer while the other boys are outside playing with some other kids. I guess he feels comfortable in our home...
I do like this neighborhood. It's kind of strange to see people riding golf carts down the road like that is a normal thing to do. Today was the neighborhood garage sale and one neighbor, who owns a farm nearby, had a huge flatbed of pumpkins and gourds. He generously gave all the neighborhood kids free little pumpkins. We've been told that Halloween is a big deal in the neighborhood and that we will have trick-or-treaters all night long. The boys can't wait!
Anyway, this post is actually about the boy's room. I decided not to paint their room for awhile even though it is flat paint and will need to be painted eventually. We don't own any nice furniture except for an ottoman that I bought on clearance and the new piano we just bought. The boy's room is no different. Their dressers were antiques we got for free from a lady in our ward in Ohio. We bought their bunk beds off craigslist. My brother, who is now 18, had a toddler bed that we inherited nine years ago. I'm not sure how long my brother slept in the bed before that. Isaac broke the bed last Easter and the boys have been sleeping on a mattress on the floor since then. We finally bought a new bed but I decided to make use of the headboard and foot board of the toddler bed. It went from this:
Will likes to fold paper airplanes and origami. I decided to put his talent to use and had him fold a bunch to hang in their room.
I also decided to take the ladder from the bunk bed (they don't use it) to make a shelf to display some things on their wall.
In the corner I hung up their hooks for their towels, moved a bookshelf into their room (the movers damaged it...), and hung a cork board for the pictures they draw.
I also hung up the missionary post cards our friends from Oklahoma gave us.
Their room is nothing fancy but I think they are happy with it. They are boys and pretty easy to please in the decorating department. As long as they have their favorite blankets and a place to put their special items, they don't really care what it looks like. Isaac did say, "Now when I bring my friends in my room they will say we have the coolest room ever."
Friday, September 26, 2014
We celebrated our 11 year anniversary yesterday. I told Mike that since it was our 11th anniversary I'd walk on the sidewalk with him. He responded, "Well, since it's been 11 years, I won't take it personally if you choose not to."
We get to go for walks in the mornings together about twice a week. The other days he goes running and then if Piper and I are walking (sometimes I do weight training at home) then he catches up with us after his run and walks a bit more with us. I always walk in the street and Mike pushes the stroller on the sidewalk. I didn't notice it at first but then I realized that I rarely walk on the sidewalk with them. I mentioned it to Mike and he said, "Yeah, I know. It's because you like your personal space. You don't want to touch me when we walk." It's true! Those sidewalks are so narrow and I hate walking and bumping arms, especially here in the humid weather. Even at 8:00 AM we come home drenched in sweat and that is just gross. I don't like my own sweat, let alone his. But it's not even the sweat. I just like my space. Mike has always been more touchy feely than me.
11 years into this and we both know these things about each other. I love that. I love that I can walk on the street and Mike will know I still love him but that I need my space. I love that after living with someone for so long you begin to understand those little nuances about your relationship that make it good, bad, unique, interesting, etc.
I realize that Mike and I are so different from one another but we work so well together. In all the important aspects of our relationship we are the same--our religiosity, our focus on the family, our financial goals. The differences make up for the things we each lack individually and make us so strong and happy together.
I am so thankful to be married to him.
|This was one month before Laila died and our lives changed forever. We look so young and peaceful|
|Three years later and we are still smiling. We've grown so much together and are stronger than ever|
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
It always drives me nuts when my pictures get all messed up but I'm much too lazy to put them in the right place and I've got lots to do today--a poster for a Relief Society activity, loads upon loads of laundry, this post, dishes, etc, all in two hours. So, the pictures will just have to stay all jumbled and out of order.
Last week it was gray (all week) and humid (most of the week). The last few days have been really pleasant though. Last night I sat on my deck while I quizzed Will on his spelling words. It was so nice and I enjoyed having a deck, looking into my backyard and not seeing neighbors right behind our house but instead a crazy jungle of a forest. I thought, "I could get used to this" and then I promptly got five mosquito bites. These mosquitoes need to leave so that I can keep enjoying my yard and deck. It puts such a damper on my happy thoughts. Bleh.
On Saturday I went to some antique shops with a friend of mine. I found this cute, but not cheap, window frame. I have been thinking about this spot in our hallway upstairs where I wanted to hang pictures of some of our ancestors. I thought the frame was a fun way to tie in the old and the past so I bought it and it's really fun. I absolutely believe our ancestors are so close to us in spirit and that they protect us and help us and I wanted to have them their pictures in a place where we could be reminded of their continued help daily.
Also, we have a spot in our house for a gratitude wall. I have had one since college. Sometimes we are better at keeping it up than others. Once we fill the paper I take it off and put it in a binder. I finally got it put up here--this time in the kitchen where we will see it regularly and hopefully be better at writing things down.
I have been on the hunt for a cork board and I found one at office depot that was pretty boring and small and more expensive than it was worth. I was so pleased this week to find a huge one that was framed at a really cheap price at some weird store with random things at discount prices. Mike hung it for me and it's perfect for what we need plus looks nice with the frame.
For Family Home Evening I was trying to think of something to do and then I remembered the headphones that came with the piano and we have a fun evening of karaoke. The songs had to come from the Children's Song Book and the boys thought it was pretty fun.
Piper and sleeping is still so irritating to me. I can't believe she is almost two and I'm still complaining about it. I really thought we had a good thing going before we moved here. She naps most days now (we had a rough patch there when we first moved here) but not without a lot of complaining on her part. The other day I overheard her talking to her little "baby" in the kitchen. I peeked my head around the corner and she was pushing her baby in the stroller and saying, "No night-night, baby. No night-night." If she could talk for real I'm sure she would have added, "I'm not a mean mommy and I won't make you go to sleep." Another example: I was upstairs hanging my window frame and she was calling for the boys who were outside. I yelled down to her that I was upstairs and she could come find me. She yelled back, "I no upstairs. No night-night." Sigh. Sometime I go to find her in her bed doing somersaults and other times she goes to sleep fine but not without protest and not without making me feel like I'm the worst mother in existence for making her nap. She is by far the worst sleeper of my children but let's be honest, none of my kids were awesome sleepers--well, Isaac did become pretty awesome and only stopped at four years. That was pretty awesome once we got past those first nineish months.
Anyway, while she isn't a great sleeper, I pretty much adore her and so does everyone else in this house. I LOVE seeing the interactions she has with her brothers. This week I drove Isaac to scouts and left him to take the kids home until it was time to get him again. Piper was quite worried that I was leaving Isaac behind. She just kept looking at me and saying, "Isaac. Isaac." Like, "Why are we leaving him!?" She also explodes with joy when they get in the van after school! I hear, "Brothers! Brothers!" and then she says over and over, "Guys? Guys? Guys?" until they answer her.
Mike and I planted some things in the garden. I do love that we can grow things here. We planted broccoli (a staple in our home), raspberries, blueberries, parsley, and grapes. We are at the end of the growing season so all but the parsley and broccoli will not really produce until Spring but it's fun to have some things planted. Mike also started a compost pile and he loves it. He got out his book called "Let it Rot" so he could read up about composting again. It stinks. I hope the smell won't get worse and irritate all the neighbors.
I think that pretty much explains all the pictures. The one with Piper on the stairs at the park was to document the fact that me saying to her, "Piper, it's time to go. Mommy is leaving" means nothing to her. She just says with a smile, "Bye-bye Mommy" and then promptly goes back to playing. She is such a lovable stinker.
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Sunday, September 14, 2014
Mike and the boys went outside to play soccer today. It's a Sunday and soccer isn't something we normal do on a Sunday but the kids haven't seen a ton of Mike this week because of an assignment that took a lot of his time and it has been really hot and humid this month except for the last two days so we decided that it would be ok to kick the ball around for a bit. I was able to take a few pictures. A lot of them did not end up as focused and crisp as I'd like but some of them did.
|This one is blurry but look at that crazy red beard!|
at 6:16 PM