I Was Possessed

This morning I went for a run. Okay, a jog...or maybe...I'm not sure what to call it, but I was out there. I've never been a runner or even one who exercises regularly so I set short, realistic, attainable goals; such as, "just run until the sidewalk curves", "make it to the Stop sign", "run in front of so-and-so's house in case she's awake and looking out her window so you'll have a witness".

Taking an idea from Audrey, here are a few of my thoughts.

*being able to breath through your nose is a desirable ability
*maybe running in the cold morning air with a sinus infection on the horizon isn't the best idea
*back pain and the fact that I'm nursing my baby may make this morning's jaunt a singular event
*I did better than I thought I would, probably because I ran and walked intermittently
*I'll have to make sure my iPod is charged if I go out again
*I really need to work on breathing (are burning lungs normal?)

Overall, more complaints than anything, but it was my first time and I'm just six weeks out from having surgery. Maybe I'll go out again, maybe not. It would help to have company, but I'm sure I'd slow anybody else down. Perhaps I'll get a turtle.

Portrait

Yesterday Isaac and I were in my room when I found his school pictures. "We keep forgetting to hand these out," I tell him.

"Are we going to have a yard sale with my pictures?"

"You think people would pay money for a picture of you?"

"Yeah."

"Why would someone pay money for a picture of you? You're not even famous."

"Yes, I am! One time I played twenty-three pianos at the same time!"

Adult Supervision Required

Sometimes I wonder what I do all day. Seriously, like where did the hours of 10 AM - 2 PM go? I'd like to say that I spend them doing something productive, but looking around my house there is plenty of evidence to the contrary. In fact, the evidence seems to be mounding exponentially. I have a condition called Fibromyalgia and sometime go into what is known as a Fibro-fog, but I can only fall back on that excuse so often. Most days, I have no explaination.

Take the other day for example. I heard Hewitt crying in my bedroom. I went in there to see Jack trying to look innocent while standing over the bassinet. I fully expected to lift my crying baby out of his resting place, but guess what...the bassinet was empty. Jack had tried to "help" him out of his blanket and ended up rolling him right out of his bed and onto the floor like a meatball off a mound of spaghetti.

Not long after that I decided to bathe both Kenley and Jack. While they were bathing I went into my bedroom, which is adjacent to the bathroom, to fold laundry. I heard lots of splashing and went in to check on them. They had decided to take a bubble bath...by pouring all the shampoo into the tub. Seriously, it was a brand new bottle of shampoo! The water was so thick with suds I had to drain it and spray them down with the shower head.

Later that day I came into my front room and found that Jack had relocated an entire tube of lipstick (which begs the question, "why do I even own lipstick?") from inside my purse to all over my wood floor and newly shampooed cream carpet!

Then the next day Jack found a tub of vaseline and decided it would do wonders on the walls and carpet in his bedroom. I may have lost conciousness at some point because I really don't know how I handled it. He's still alive, so it couldn't have been all that bad.

Now that I think about it, there's one common factor in all of this...Jack. And all I can think to do is look at him and ask, "Where is your mother?"

And the Light Turns On

After church we like to try and have the kids give us a recap about what they learned during Primary over dinner. Isaac was happy to share that he learned about 4 ways to communicate, "Ya know, revolution, computer, telephone and letters."

That's when Jeremiah and I gave each other blank stares, stifled laughter and then turned to Isaac, asking in unison, "Revolution?"

"Yeah, ya know...revolution?" He asks with a look of "DUH" streaming out of his eyeballs.

So Jeremiah asked, "Can you give me an example of revolution?"

Isaac, getting annoyed, pointed up and said, "Jesus!"

That's when the answer, and the irony, hit us both...REVELATION!

I Have to Do This Again?

Jack is finally "excited" about wearing underwear and using the potty. So today we are officially beginning potty-training him. That also means that our carpet shampooer will get a steady workout over the next couple of months...I'm hoping weeks.

Wish me luck. And send me chocolate.

Did I Mention...

...that I had a baby?

I feel really terrible that he's nearly two weeks old and this is my fist post about our new addition. No excuse other than I've been enjoying him. How could I not...he only wakes up once a night and he's a sweetheart to boot! Hewitt Daniel was born October 1, weighed 6 pounds 1 ounce, and was 19 inches long. When the Dr. told me his weight I had to hold back tears! My 2 goals this pregnancy were to have a full term pregnancy and to have at least a six-pound baby. (Since both my boys were born in the 36th week and my largest baby up until now was 5 1/2 lbs.) I was very thankful to have reached both those goals.I was wondering how Jack would react to his arrival but he's been very accepting and excited. He always asks to hold the baby and will randomly blurt out, "I love the baby!" Jack pronounces the baby's name "Hoo-it," which I think is cute. Also, Jack is HUGE! Adding a baby really made the other kids seem grown up.

Isaac has kind of surprised me. He really loves holding Hewitt and gets upset if his turn gets cut short for any reason. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, Isaac is really a cuddly kid. Hewitt's name means "little smart one" and Isaac had fun taking Smarties to his 1st grade class to share the news.

And of course Kenley thinks that having a baby in the house is wonderful. She claims she's magic when she holds the baby and he falls asleep. She's a great helper and thinks she is so grown up when she helps take care of Hewitt.

Here are the kids visiting the TV me at the hospital. They thought it was great laying in a movable bed while watching a TV mounted on the wall. No, they don't get out much. Why do you ask?

And there he is. I really have never had a baby that was this good so soon. I got up with him 3 times the first night, twice the second night and once a night ever since. He's up at about 3:30 AM and then he wakes up about 10-15 minutes before my alarm goes off, which is also nice because I can get him fed and changed before I wake up Isaac for school.

Our family feels so blessed! We're so thankful that this pregnancy and delivery went so well. I feel really great and our family is really happy. It certainly helps that we had meals brought in from wonderful friends and neighbors for a full week! We were certainly spoiled and we are so grateful. Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers in our behalf.

The Good News & the Bad News

The Bad News: I've been missing my keys since Friday.

The Good News: I found them this morning in my jacket.

The Bad News: When I got out to my mailbox, my federally assigned mailbox key was missing from the ring.

The Good News: I found the key in my jacket pocket on a loose ring.

The Bad News: I went out to the mailbox and found my slot empty...since today is Columbus day and all.

The Good News: I had a good laugh at myself. I hope you're laughing too.