Good morning...

This day started at 2:30, 3:45, 4:15 and 5:00 am.

And I'm wondering why I'm wandering around like a zombie.  This of course doesn't count all the potty breaks I'm currently taking.  But those I can *almost* do in my sleep.

2:30?  Rainee's alarm went off.  81.   Not cool.  She has a cold.  She also had pulled her oxygen out.  So we fixed that. 

3:45?  Rob headed to the airport.  I said goodbye, and tried not to cry.  I've been away from him this long before...but he's never been away from me.....he's always the one that stayed home.   I can do this.

4:15?   Sam, Zeria, and Jamari decided it was morning.  And were running around screaming in their bedrooms.  I tiptoed out my bedroom, past Rainee's.  Closed the hall-door so as to *not* let Rainee hear me...and then did my own screaming.  *snicker*

They went back to bed.

So did I about 4:30 (making sure they had actually gone to bed)

5:00?  Well that was when Rainee decided morning was.

Is it bedtime yet????? PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!

So we started our day by watching Scooby Doo.  And now the girls are in the tub.

Sam started his day by putting the toy box on top of Jamari and sitting on top of it.  Poor kid.  Was upstairs screaming "DADDDDDY GET ME OUT!"  He's apparently forgotten daddy isn't here.   So now Sam is taking an extended time-out.  Like maybe I'll let him up when Rob gets home Tuesday night.   Okay not quite that long, but man is it tempting.

Jamari voluntarily crawled up on my lap and snuggled.   I don't know as if he's EVER done that before.   This was even before the trauma of the toy box.   I was quite happy with that. 

Did I mention its only 8 in the morning.  I'm sure at least 3 days have gone by since 2:45 this morning. 

Oh and lovely, lovely.  Rob was supposed to teach the 2s and 3s Sunday school class.  As the teacher is gone this weekend.  I have NO idea what to do about that....I'd like to pretend I didn't know.  We currently have NO superintendent to call.   And I'm rather at a loss.  I can't lift 2's and 3 year olds up or I'd just go do it.  *sigh*   Decisions, decisions.

They may just join us in the nursery...at least I know there's another adult there.  

On the up news.  Its beautiful today, and the sunrise was fantastic.   Although part of me wishes I'd missed it do to sleeping in

*yaaaaaaaaaaaawns* stretches.  And waves.  Have a day!

Well Grandpa C died in the night.   It wasn't exactly a suprise.   In many ways it was easier as it means mil's decision not to continue dialysis wasn't the reason.  As her sister is very ticked for making that decision. 

He had dialysis (for the last time) yesterday and passed away in the night.  The memorial service is Monday. 

Rob is flying out tomorrow morning.  I've spent the day making the arrangements.

Bedrest without a hubby.  Oh joy.    And oh God please don't let me go in labor when he's in Pocatello.

Yvonne (my mil)  seems to be doing well, and is just relieved he's no longer in pain.

Rob's home so gotta git.

 

Good afternoon

Its been a intresting day.  But then what day isn't around here?

Rob's car broke down on the way home from work early this morning.   So I had to wake up all the kiddos and go get him.  Now the irony in this is....they usually wake me....and for once in their lifetime they slept in.   And they were none-too-happy about being woke up. 

Two carseats had to be-set up as our van was used for Awana.  Crying kids as they wanted this and that.  And eventually we got to go drive 30 minutes to rescue daddy.  We had good timing we got there the same time the tow-truck did.

Apparently a fuel-pump went out, to the tune of $325 (labour/parts both).     Man I hope we don't have to buy airplane tickets to a funeral.

Somehow I suspect we will.....

Grandpa C wasn't supposed to make it through the last two nights.  There not entirely sure why he is.  He has pneumonia, septis, a staff infection and has missed dialysis for almost a week.     It doesn't look well.....

Every time the phone rings we both expect it to be the "call".

In the meantime Gary is desperately praying that he's accepted to go to the Philippines.    Because being out of work at the age of 58...is just plain terrifying.   Rob said his dad was almost in tears on the phone last night...something he doesn't think he's ever heard before....

I have officially ordered all of my major Christmas pressies.  *cheers*  Of course...now with the expenses I'm wishing I'd waited.  But then again at least I know we have them.

I don't have stocking stuffers...but that's on purpose.  I guess the newborn and I will go shopping for those.  LOL   Getting more and more ready for this baby to come......

I've decided on a 6th or 7th option for scrapbooking.  *snicker*  Rather lost count somewhere in there...

I've decided to leave the 3 oldest who have basic baby books alone.  And begin scrapping Jamari's.  This way he'll have something to look at too.  Because yes my kids LOVE to handle their books.  Its a very special privledge and they pour over the pictures and talk and ask a zillion questions.     And Rainee and Mari really think its not fair they don't have any.  LOL

So I'll start after awhile.  *grin*

 

Woo HOO!!!

I achieved my goal in scrapbooking.   I have completely scrapped up until when Jamari came into our life.

So now I'm trying to decide what to do next....

Decisions, Decisions.

I have a wad of pictures for each of my kids individual albums.   If I were wise I would do that next....

The problem is I'd love to rip their albums apart and re-do them in scrapbook format.  But oy would that be getting myself into a MAJOR project.

I'm thinking.......

I also have a small album to do of all the re-do's we've done on the house.   

It wouldn't take long...and is more likely to get done before bebe comes.  

I'm leaning towards quickly putting albums together for the kids.   So their in a GOOD home.   And then choosing to scrap them later if I so choose.   I've just used regular white paper, and scrapbook glue.  It wouldn't take much to take them apart.  And it would give them something to look through in the meantime....

We shall see.

Oh yes...in case I haven't lost you.  ROFL  I have a third option.  

I'm really wanting to rip apart my baby albums.  They are rather pathetic.  I'd LOVE to scrap them.   

If I were VERY good...I'd get the kids albums done....but thats boring.  *snicker*

Decisions, Decisions.

 

Good morning

Yesterday....

Yesterday was brought to me via mistakes.

Mistake number one;   Running more then one errand.   I know better.  My body just can't handle it yet.   So I hurt.

Mistake number two;  Letting the kids get the playdough out yet.

Now initially this didn't seem like a mistake.   I mean its raining cats & dogs.   And their bored.  Their not allowed tv thanks to the lying spree on Saturday.   So playdough.

Well they decided they didn't like the fact the play dough was cold...and decided to soften it up.  Picture very sticky bread dough.

I rather missed that.  And I was sitting staring at them most of them time less then ten feet away.

BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG MISTAKE.

Ya know writing food fights in role playing is a lot of fun.

Only cause I know Theramax cleaning goddess of the universe is going to clean up.   Jen???????  Could she come over this morning PLEASE????

So Zeria didn't like the sticky mess and walked away.   She had a very-small mess at her place at the table.   Kaylin played quietly with hers a long time.  She had a medium-sized mess as did Rainee.  I believe it took me 5 minutes to clean up their side of the table.

The boys?     Oh my goodness.   Two hours later, and we are STILL cleaning up playdough.   They had a play-dough fight.    Its on the windows, floor, walls, clothes.  

So what was mistake 3??   I saw the mess.   It was confined to a 5-foot radius around the kitchen table.    I asked them to clean it up.    I told them they could each have one wash rag and a spoon..and get scrapping.

Ten minutes later (still sitting within ten feet of them.)   I came to check on their progress......

They had playdough now strewn from the table to the bathroom.  All over their clothes.  Had used about 15 washrags.   And the floor was a slippery sloppy mess.  

I slipped...didn't fall...but triggered my uterus.    STRONG contractions.

And MUCH anger.  (D'UH)

After yelling at the boys for several minutes....

I grabbed the telephone and hid in the bedroom.  THEY were safer that way.  Seriously.   I have had my kids make many messes.  Trust me this one is much more impressive.

I called Rob and cried through the contractions and told him to talk me off the ceiling.   He was a GOOD man.  He just let me cry.  And told me to leave the mess. 

About 15 minutes later I rejoined my kitchen.  Zeria and Kaylin, and RAinee had 98% cleaned up their mess.   And the boys had managed *gasp*  to clean up the bathroom/hallway floor.   And done a sort-of-okay job cleaning up the table.

Of course its taken Rob over an hour this morning to finish their clean job.  But their 6 and 3....I didn't expect perfection.

Mostly I wanted the WATER cleaned up.  And the big glops of playdough.....

So I left the rest of the mess....for several hours.

But I felt sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo  GUILTY for leaving a mess that was made on my watch.  

And made the last mistake of the day.  I attempted to scrub the table myself.

Back came the contractions.  With a vengeance.  And Rob was met at the door with a crying wife.  *again*  Man that guys a saint.

He handed me the ibuprofen, told me that he was fine, he made a good towel.  (to dry the tears)  And he'd clean the mess in the morning.

SAINT I tell ya.

And a genious.  ROFL.  Because the boys punishment?  Well part of it...their now forbidden from craft projects until Saturday.  (Man their gonna get bored.)    Anyhow.....while he cleaned he made them sit on the floor beside him, and sit.  Without talking, without moving.   They did.   For an hour and a half.    Apparently daddy is even scarier then mommy.

And in the light of day........

Its really impressive how far playdough can be thrown.  

And in the light of a NEW day.....

I'm so glad I don't have to repeat that day ever again!!!!!

Go ahead you can snicker at the mess....I'm almost snickering already.    Tis one way to get the flooor mopped after all. 

Well....things aren't looking good in my husbands family right now.  His grandpa fell and broke his shoulder.   When they did the x-ray of his shoulder they found out he had pneumonia and a staff infection.    He's missed his dialysis because he's so sick.  And is incoherrant.

Quite frankly I think he's going home this weekend.   If that happens...Rob will be flying alone to the services.    Its just too close to the baby being born for me to go.  And I have no intentions of being hauled off by a paramedic in a strange city to deliver.

The timing...sucks.   But God is in control.  At first Rob was praying he would get better...and then he realized at 80 plus...maybe its just time to pray he's released.

On top of that Gary.  My fil was told by his company that he should take a buy-off or be prepared to be laid-off in the weeks to come.  So he's looking at a third option that of going to the Philippines for 6 months.  Their begging for qualified people to go over there.  He's been there before (was there early this year.)  And it would probably give him the ability to ride-out the lay-offs.

My mil is rightfully upset about this.  If it weren't for her parents she would just go with him.  But she is the only responsible member to take care of them.  And it rather looks like her father won't be making it past this weekend anyhow.

Prayers would be appreciated.   And wisdom. 

And the well-laid plans of mice & men....

Yesterday I just hurt.  Everystep hurt.  So I went to the midwifes, took the kids through the drive-through at McD's for dinner as the apointment was late.   And came home.  

Had contractions last night too.  And feel like I was doing sit-ups all night right now.   Tis the way I always feel after bad ones.   Oh well.  Such is life.

Today I have to run to our bank.  An hour away.  Also the town where my grandma is currently living.  I'm hoping to see her.  But I also have several errands to do...and feel rather like crap.   So I have no idea what will actually be accomplished.

I had a lot of fun writing on the boards the last couple days.   I feel like I "woke" up a bit and actually was enjoying my character again.  

Rainee picked up a new phrase yesterday.  One that left me snickering for several hours.  "Whats up with you?"  she inquired of me.    And hurrah!!!  she slept through the night last night.  That makes one of us. 

The mountain.   Well driving it approximately 3.5 hours from us.   As the crow flies...depending on the wind we could really get dumped with ash if the "big" one happens.  The BIG erruption that happened when I was umm 8?   we were supposed to get 2 feet of ash...but at the last second the wind shifted and Eastern Washington got it instead.  We just got a light dusting that covered the furniture etc.    

In reality I'm not "terrified" of it...but I'm also well aware how much damage it could cause.  And well aware of the earthquake danger involved.   Oh yes...and Mt. Hood is currently acting up as well.  Although their attempting to down-play it at the moment.    And I have a certain standard of emergency prepardness that I like to just have.  Not much.  LOL   Food I usually have 2 weeks worth...just cause of where I live.   Water 3 days worth.   More then that we'd be hauling from the creek and boiling the life out of it.    Tis the extent of my prepardness.   But I think when you live in the boonys like I do your more prepard anyhow.   You don't have a grocery store next door....its 20 minutes away.   And was 30 minutes away when I was growing up.  So one has to have common sense. 

My parents always had a generator as well.  But this was because my dad also uses it on the job for certain mechanical repairs.     We just couldn't justify it.   We always figured it things were truely bad...we'd hike to their house ROFL.  

Now over-doing emergency prepardness would be my friends and neighbours up the road.  They have a years worth of emergency supplies, t/ps and feminine products included.  And they have a bomb shelter.      Their awesome people....just have a hang-up in that area.   And fairly periodically a helicopter flies over them...because their quite convinced that their must be para-military hiding up there.

There isn't...we're there every day all summer ROFL.   Although I *did* get in a heated debate with one of Rob's co-workers in which she was convinced they were growing drugs in their green-house.  Nope, just tomatoes, and lettuce, and so-on enough to provide the valley with food...for free.  Tis where the zucchini came from this year.  And all the other goodies they kept bringing me.

But rumours...are just that.  And hey will let them think their para-military....we'll be safer as their neighbours.  bwahahahahaha!

Okies have a great day all. 

Thar she blows!  Twice now I've learned about Mt. St. Helens blowing...from Zanzivou...in California.    I really probably should turn the news on sometimes huh?  *snicker*

Oh yes....and the last time our well quit we used our 3 days of water we keep for emergency preparedness.  Kids and i will be replacing that this afternoon when we're in town.   I always have canned food....I live in the country have to.   And kerosene.    And propane.    But water would be good.   And the mountain blowing is a good reminder to go stock up.  Sides winters coming, and ya never know when the powers gonna give up. 

Speaking of which need to fill the "little" propane tank.  Think I'll ask DH to take it off for me, and we'll do that another day.  He's at work.

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But the really cool thing for the day?  The 20 minute snuggle I had with Mari.   He just doesn't let me do that very often.  *beams*   It was good.  *nods*   Need to find a way to do that more often. 

Good morning

Yesterday was...

intresting.

Rob came home shortly after I hit submit on the blog.  Apparently the co-worker he was subbing for showed up after all.  So we proceeded to get ready for church.  And just as we were loading up in the van the phone rang.

It was the P.A. at work.  Rob's co-worker was being put on paidadministrative leave.....could Rob come back.  Keep in mind this is an hour 25 minute drive ONE way.   *sigh* 

He went back.    Everybody worked so hard for him, and donated so much leave of course he had to.  And they didn't tell the co-worker until Rob showed up.    Which of course made for several awkward minutes.   This guy has made a mistake.....and made one yesterday when Rob got there...which he has to report.   But he's basically a nice guy.  And they are just now in the process of moving into a house way too big for them...thinking he had a steady job. 

We're all hoping they will slap his hands and let him go back to work.  But working in a prison security issues are huge.   So we're not holding our breathe.  In the meantime theirs gonna be lots of overtime available. 

Had too more spurges of major lies yesterday.  This is very typical adopted kid stuff.   My problem is....I told 3 major lies in my life.   And fessed up I was so sick to my stomache for doing it.    So I don't relate to lying as well as I do to some other issues......its gonna be a growing experience.  

Rob's already gone for the day thanks to p/t.  So its gonna be a long day.  My kids are getting very crafty...they have to tv isn't allowed.  *snicker*   Its a good thing I had just bought more color crayons.    

Rainee was awake 3x last night.  What is up with that?  Please, please tell me it will go away before the baby comes???

And thats it from the random and unrelated thoughts in this house. 

Good morning

It has the potential of being a long long long week.

Yesterday because Sam and Zeria were in a hurry because they didn't want to miss their favorite tv show they pead on the floor.  This is a 7 year old and a 6 year old.   If that wasn't bad enough.....they then proceeded to lie about it for a good 5 minutes. 

It wasn't a good day.  *sigh*   So the natural consequences for this in my opinion seemed to be no tv for a week.  The question is who am I punishing???    There are just times its really nice to plop them in front of it for 30 minutes and know their not destroying anything.

Oh well its only a week.

Actually it was a horrid day yesterday.  Samuel also took the brand new box of gogurts upstairs.....and ate it all.  By himself.   And then lied about it.

The lies were flying yesterday.  The natural consequences for this for him is no snacks except for apples for the next week.  Somebody's gonna be rather sick of apples..........

And why were the lies flying?   It is one thing that I absolutely will NOT tolerate, or excuse.  So the consequences were a bit harsh.   But they'll live.

I just may not

Rob ended up doing a 8 hour shift yesterday and is doing one today.   This will give us a couple days of leave when the baby comes.   Neither of us really wanted him to do overtime.  But leave with pay would be VERY VERY nice.  And I need at least a couple days recovery time.....

With Rainee I was flat in bed for 4 weeks.  If it looks like that.....we're SOS'ing my family and his.  He just can't stay home with me this time. 

My midwife is semi-confident that they have some plans to avoid me hemoraghing this time.  But their also both planning on being there in case those plans don't work.........

Theirs a new-old drug.  (Pitossin)   Which has been used for a LONG time to induce labour.   But can also be used in a massive shot dose just as the baby comes out to reduce hemoraghing.  It was used for a long time, and then went out of vogue.  They are hoping to use it.....

I'm not precisely holding my breathe.  Neither are they.

The long and short is.  I may be quite weak for a long time after the baby is born.   In which case.....we'll be calling HELP!  LOL

And if I have too many days like yesterday....I'm selling my kids to the gypsies.   

Today is church, and potluck, and baths.  So I suppose I should get moving on it.   Even if I don't want to. 

Have a great day all