Monday, October 26, 2015

One-Year-Old!

I love one-year-olds! Sooo happy to have one again!

Thora's birthday was on October 6. We did a simple birthday because I was still adjusting back to normal life and I don't have much energy. We didn't do presents (still could, I guess) because what do you give to a one-year-old who has a load of clothes and lives in a house overfilled with toys? And she doesn't know any better. She'll get stuff for Christmas.

We had a fun morning of music, dancing, blowing up balloons, and decorating for Halloween. She thought it was pretty awesome!




And she was ready for her regular (on the clock) morning nap at 10:30, right as I was ready to sit and take a break to rest myself and breathe again. Sister Youngberg and Sister Hall came over to visit for a little bit, and Cathie joined us for lunch. We had hot dogs, cheese and chips. Thora decided to just go for the ketchup and chips this time. And when I offered her juice from my cup with a straw (because she refuses to use sippy cups), she got so excited over the straw that she just wanted to have it to chew on. Forget sucking!



It was a Tuesday, so we had our usual game night with Paul and Mallory, but we brought Thora's birthday brownies.




We also sang to her several times, which was exciting for her every time. And this Saturday when we sang to Katie, Thora still thought it was all about her:)

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Afternoon Delight


Look at all the clothes that arrived in the mail! Would you believe I only paid $3 for them?!
I got:

  • 2 skirts
  • 2 leggings
  • 8 shirts
  • 1 shorts
  • 7 dresses (all of the above for Katie)
  • 9 long sleeve shirts
  • 3 short sleeve shirts
  • 12 shorts
  • 1 pants (all for Tommy)
  • 10 leggings (various sizes for Dancy)
  • 1 dress (the one mismarked item--said it was Girls, but it's Womens)
  • 1 cami (accidental purchase? I don't remember ordering it)
The kids are bouncing-off-the-wall excited for their new clothes, even if some of them are big now because I was ordering for their next sizes up.

Schoola is a company that sells used clothes (sometimes tags still on them) at up to 70% off, and donates 40% of your purchase to schools to fund field trips, music and art classes. I caught lucky deals where I got credit for signing up after a friend's referral, credit for using their new shopping program, and a 50% off coupon, all to get $50 of clothes for free. Then when I shared my referral on facebook and had friends get their own $50 of free clothes, I got $90 of credit and used the 50% coupon again to get another $180 of free clothes. Pretty darn good for an afternoon of online shopping on Monday!

The website is www.schoola.com. They have all sizes, not just kids. The 50% coupon code is APPORTUNITY.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Growling Baby

I am Thora, hear me ROAR!

September Life

Bed visits with Thora


Chewing on her cork


Shad's brother Dan came to visit over Labor Day weekend, which was greatly needed for Shad. My bed rest was emotionally taxing on him, and Dan is always a great friend for Shad to have around. 

Tommy, Ryan, Katie, and a pouty two-year-old.


She's still pouting!


Our missionaries, Sister Youngberg and Sister Jordan


Treasure Hunt weekend! Shad said the kids really liked this mirror.



More bed visits with my girls!


Nature



September 28: Nature happened on my doorstep today. This little lady dropped her egg sack on my door frame. Thought it'd be a good place, I guess. I watched some of the process as I came back in from hanging laundry out to dry. Interesting to watch the contractions in her abdomen.

I have read so much about praying mantises in these two weeks! Mantids mate in the fall when the weather starts to cool off. The egg sack is called an ootheca. The mother, when laying her eggs, produces a foam to coat them. The foam then hardens, and the female takes off. Some species stick around to protect the ootheca from such predators as wasps and grasshoppers, but I didn't get that kind. She's either a Praying Mantis, or a Carolina Mantis. Those are the two species that we have here in Kansas. I'm really not sure when to expect the eggs to hatch. Some sites said 4-8 weeks, depending on the temperature; others said hatching occurs in spring. Perhaps the difference in information is regarding whether the hatching is occurring in nature, or captivity. Either way, I've been keeping my door latched shut to try to prevent a household takeover. Oh, and about the said wasp and grasshopper predators--no joke! They have been all over! The wasps hang out on my porch, while the grasshoppers have filled my yard and we constantly see pairs of them mating. Someone is gearing up for a feast!

Friday, October 9, 2015

The Tunnel Ended Before We Even Knew There Was Light

Bedrest is finite! I got released from bedrest two and a half weeks ago at my follow-up OB appointment. Criteria was that I had gone nearly 3 weeks without bleeding (now over a month), and that as long as I continue without bleeding, I can slowly ease myself back into a normal life. I've been given a max weight limit of Thora (whatever she weighs is what I can lift). Yay! She and I have been having so much fun playing with, cuddling and holding each other. And Dancy is such a lightweight (probably weighs less than Thora) that I enjoy holding her too.

I got released from bedrest just a few days before my birthday, so we drove to Colorado on Thursday evening and spent the weekend there. I needed some emotional rejuvenation, and found that in fresh outdoor air, different outdoor air, and a visit to the temple. I told Shad that I wanted to prioritize the three Ts--temple, Thai and thrift--and didn't care what else did or didn't happen. We spent the night at Becky's house Thursday night. We always enjoy seeing Becky and Brandon. Becky pulled out her old toys this time (Lion King action figures and Strawberry Shortcake sets), so my little people had fun playing with those and I had fun remembering when Becky and I used to play with them.

Friday morning we did our thrift shopping and Katie had such a fun time getting to pick out her winter wardrobe and find fun colored pants to match with her shirts. She was very selective in making sure she had a variety of colors, styles and patterns ("Only one Valentine shirt, Mom!"). Then we got Thai for lunch and headed to Dan's place to eat and get the kids down for naps. We spent the rest of the day relaxing at his place, he arrived home sometime while I was in my post-lunch digestion nap. It kinda slipped our minds to tell the kids that it was my birthday. We were completely emotionally and mentally shocked when I got released from bedrest. So when they realized that morning that it was my birthday, they were surprised and a little distressed that they didn't have presents for me. I told them it was okay because their presents for me were at home, and that we just forgot to pack them. I also told them that our weekend in Colorado was for my birthday. Katie, always a quick thinker, quickly claimed that as her present to me.

Saturday Shad and I left around 8 to get to the temple for an endowment session, only to find that it had filled up early and we'd have to wait until 10. We chose to do a sealing session instead. We got some shopping done at Enchanted Grounds, our favorite game store in Denver, and Michael's craft store to buy supplies for the game we're creating, and Halloween costumes. We had a lunch date at Jerusalem Restaurant, enjoying uninterrupted conversation and eating, punctuated by occasional periods of silent chewing. Ahhhhh, those sounds! Shad and Dan took Tommy, Katie, Dancy and Ryan to a Rockies game Saturday night.




Tom and Katie reported that the game was fun, but it was long, too loud, and there weren't any cheerleaders.

I stayed behind with Thora. She and I had so much fun being alone together! She took a nap, ate Cinnamon Chex (yay, sugar!!), and watched 5 episodes of Super Why while I read Anne of the Island. She was in such a happy mood, I had to have a photo shoot with her...on my phone, which isn't great, but she is!







So happy watching her show, Super Why!


Driving home, we saw the huge moon, but were tired and achy, so we didn't stay out to watch the full blood moon super eclipse.



Further news about being off bedrest: ultrasound shows that the placenta has indeed moved away from my cervix, putting us in the clear for that situation. I felt like my belly never grew out while I was on bedrest. I still felt uncomfortable being up and about the first two days, but after that, my belly suddenly popped out, and that stretching made me feel so much more comfortable!

And a lot of people have been really sympathetic to me being on bedrest. Aside from the constant stress of wondering who was going to take care of my kids from day to day, bedrest was great! Seriously, it rocked. My body was uncomfortable any time I was up--sometimes just walking 10 feet from my bed to my toilet was too much. So staying in bed was wonderful! And I couldn't have the kids with me for too long because they'd get restless and bounce all over the bed, resulting in their eviction from my room. So I got to have short visits with them as a group, or some longer visits with them individually. Limited kid time combined with other people doing all the work of feeding, dressing and diapering, made it somewhat of a Mom-vacation. I actually got to read! Imagine that. So really, no pity party needed--I loved bedrest!

Reminiscing about Squatters


I'm supposed to be taking advantage of the time I have here while two girls are napping and the other two humans are watching Big Hero 6 and now Discovery Planets ("Uh, Mom, I think Katie and I need to learn about planets..."). I'm supposed to be reading the Chicago Manual of Style, The Copyeditor's Handbook and The Oxford Essential Guide to Writing so that I'm caught up on my reading assignments to start off next week right.

But alas, my mind is distracted thinking about squatters.

Yes, that's right. The Chinese commode. Why on earth am I thinking about all my Chinese memories connected to them? Beats me. But here we go.

First encounter was in a public building somewhere in Hong Kong. I love the way my friend Amanda captioned it:

"Sit."



"Or Squat. Why should this even be a choice?"




And I miss them. Yes, I miss them. Almost every time I go. I'd install one in my own home, if it weren't for the $1000 price tag I've found for it.

Hong Kong was a nice mix of East and West when it came to things like relieving yourself. And sometimes I'd see funny things like shoeprints on the toilet seat, and know that some poor Chinese soul got stuck with a sit stall and, not knowing what to do with it, climbed up on it to squat.

It's this exact scenario that has me stuck in reminiscences. There was one time at the end of the semester I spent over there, that we gave an end-of-the-year performance with our students to show off the English they had learned. It was in a building (who's function I forget but perhaps a hotel?) that catered to Westerners. The full realization of this hit me as I escorted my troop of eight four-year-olds into the bathroom only to find Western toilets and no squatters. I read the questions in their faces that they couldn't communicate through their limited English. (Because in a preschool class that largely focuses on crafts, snacks, games, etc., our bathroom vocabulary focused simply on asking permission to go, rather than the full functions of it all.) I gave the boys a quick tutorial, then turned to my girls. I really felt there was no better way to handle the situation than to tell them I'd hold them while they squatted. It was a bit pathetic, and I knew I was only perpetuating the cringe-worthy epidemic we found all throughout the country of muddy shoeprints on toilet seats, but I really didn't want to deal with teaching 3 four-year-old girls the proper usage.

Here was my first apartment bathroom:





Public school bathroom without stall doors:



There's another school bathroom picture somewhere, but I can't find it. That bathroom just had an angled trough for a squatter, with stall dividers, and again, no doors. There was one time teaching that I really had to go and that was the closest one. Holy cow, I was so terrified students would come in!

This is Lisa:


She's a darling. All of the kids had this cute way of asking, "Please, can I have the baffaloom?" But somehow Lisa learned correct grammar and always asked, "Please, may I go to the baffaloom?" She had a slightly high-pitched voice and I could never say no to her. I did once because there were only 5 minutes left in class, but her eyes welled up with tears and I let her go anyway. Never said no again.

And here's Lucas, who isn't talking about the bathroom until the end 3 seconds of the video: