Sunday, February 28, 2010

Conversation with Sophie

Me: Sophie, how did the theme go in Primary today (Primary is the children's class for our church, and Sophie was asked to say the theme at the microphone today.)
Sophie:  Good
Emma: Two of the kids sitting behind me said, "She can talk?"
Sophie:  They didn't know I was new.
Me:  You aren't new.
Sophie: But Mom, remember you went and got me at the person store?
Me:  No I didn't, that's not how you came to our family.
Sophie:  Uh huh...  you came in and said, "Hmmm, what do I want?  What do I want?" and I said, "How 'bout a Sophie?, and you said, "Oh yes, that's what I want!"

Friday, February 26, 2010

Help, please!

For our wedding we received a full service of fine china and crystal.  We have used the pieces maybe 3 times.  I'm considering getting rid of them (nesting in full force here... the kind where I am desiring to make space... we have SO much stuff that we don't need!)
However, I admit to a slight sentimental attachment to the pieces, and so I'm debating NOT selling them.  They are very simple, and very pretty (I think).
 Here is where you come in...  Do you ever use your fine china?  If so, what types of meals/celebrations do you use it for?  How often?
Thanks much!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Etsy Shop

We need to make room for the baby!  To that end, I am selling off the majority of my fabric stash.  Please check out my etsy shop for beautiful quilt shop quality fabrics at amazing prices!

(a sample of one of the many fabric bundles you will find in the shop.)

My Buddy

The great thing about having a 3 year old at home is that she is a lot of fun, and really helpful. Yesterday she went into the pantry, got her apron, pulled up a stool, and started helping me cook dinner (yes, I made it yesterday!)

This morning she was playing with one of her dolls (which she has named Jesus), and a couple of stuffed animals.
"Mom, I know what we can name the baby" she said, referring to our Swedish meatball.
"What?" I asked.

oh dear.
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Dreams of the mothers

I tend not to remember my dreams too often, except when I am pregnant.  Then I usually wake up from them in a panic, unable to tell for a few seconds that what was happening in the dream was not real.

A couple of nights ago was no exception.  I woke up at about 3:30 in the morning, and was super hungry, so I went downstairs to get a bite to eat so I wouldn't get too nauseous.  While walking back up the stairs, I had the oddest sensation of smelling a newborn dirty diaper.  It wasn't horribly unpleasant...  nursing babies have very mild diapers when they are newborns, but it was definitely an odd sensation.

Back in bed I tossed and turned for about an hour, and then fell asleep.  That is when I had this bizarre dream:

Elliott and I were sitting on our old green couch in our old apartment in Fullerton.  My parents were there too.  I remember believing that the baby I was holding in my hands was a newborn, although after I woke up I realized that the baby was older looking than a newborn.  The other weird thing in the dream was that I was pregnant again, and so I told Elliott he was going to have to nurse the baby I was holding.  He told me he couldn't, and I was really confused as to why not.  He told me he didn't have milk ducts, and told me to just go ahead and nurse, so I did.  The other thing that was weird in the dream was the baby's hair.  She had long straight dark brown hair, and I remember thinking to myself, "wow, this baby has more hair than Sophie did when she was born."  But the odd thing was, there was a triangle of hair shaved off the front right side of her head, kind of from part of the bangs towards the crown of her head.  The bare spot had little red dots all over it, and I remember questioning Elliott and my parents as to why she had the shaved spot and the dots.  I couldn't remember anything about the labor and delivery, and no one would tell me anything either.

And then I woke up.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Another project bites the dust

Finishing a big project is always fun, especially when the project is a quilt for Sophie's bed.

Emma has a matching quilt which I am in the process of binding.  The quilt is from a pattern by Heather M. Peterson, the Kaleidoscope quilt in this book.  Super easy and fun to put together.  I have several of Heather's books, and really like them all.  She has very clear directions and a great sense of design. Check out her website for lots of great quilt inspiration.
Eventually the room will be painted a super pale pink to complement the quilts a little more, but until the summer, the bubblegum pink will have to stay.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Pattern Review

Thank you for all the kind comments on my despairing post.  I was doing somewhat better yesterday, and today Sophie and I are even planning to run to Joann this morning, assuming my morning shower doesn't wear me out.  When I told Sophie we might be going out of the house and running an errand today, she stopped what she was doing, looked me right in the eye, and said, "What?!?"  Yeah, it's sad.

Today's post is very long overdue.  It may never have even happened, except that my dear SIL Stephanie, posted a gorgeous bag she just made, and it reminded me that I never posted the bag I made for my mother for Christmas.  I planned to blog it after Christmas (once she had opened it), but forgot.

So here it is, and a bit of a pattern review too.

This is the Birdie Sling pattern by Amy Butler.  I originally bought this pattern planning to make a bag that would hold all our books, drawing stuff, and what not that we take to church every Sunday.  It is definitely big enough for that.  However, after my mom sent me several links to knitting bags (knitting is her new favorite hobby), I decided to make her a bag for Christmas.
The bag has two inner pockets, one medium sized, the other quite large.  Amy's pattern has you stitch a line through the large pocket, but I left the line out so knitting needles would fit in it better.

This pattern is definitely not a pattern for a beginner.  It can be a little frustrating at times, making sure everything is laying flat, and coming together properly.  That said, the hardest part for me was choosing fabric I thought my mom would like, and finding all the supplies.  The purse is a really well thought out purse.  It has fusible batting lining the inside, which didn't fuse as well as I would have liked, but I think it still gives the bag a nice substantial feeling, without making it too heavy.   I will definitely make another bag with the pattern.

In an hour or so, Sophie and I are off to Joann to find a pattern we are planning to remake to our own needs.  Wish me luck!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Does this make sense to you?

Click on the picture to enlarge it.
Both brands of vitamins list the same amount of nutrients,
but list VERY different percentages of daily values.

One is a storebrand, the other the name brand that cost more than twice as much.

Thank goodness for actual fruits and vegetables.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A day in the life of this pregnant woman

I really wanted to post yesterday, but, in the words of Alexander, it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!

Sometimes I wonder if I am just making all this sickness up in my mind.  An attention getting measure, perhaps.  Yesterday cleared that notion up for me, once again.

Monday was a great day.  I had more energy than usual, and less nausea.  I did laundry, somewhat cleaned the kitchen, played games and read books with the children.  These don't seem like much, but compared to my usual daily accomplishments of late, this is a lot!  I thought to myself that maybe if I just decided to make each day a good day, and forced myself to get things done, I would be able to overcome the sickness that follows my pregnancies until the 5th month.

Tuesday morning, I decided to put my experiment to the test.  I got up with the boys when their alarm went off.  I felt my energy draining each second as I tried to encourage them to actually get out of bed and get dressed for school.  Finally we made it downstairs to the kitchen, where I had my first throw-up of the day (let's call those outlets from now on...  it seems less yucky, and I don't want you all to be grossed out by this post.)  This is pretty normal, to outlet as soon as I get down to the kitchen, so didn't let it bother me too much.  Elliott came down and made the boys fried eggs, and I made oatmeal for Sophie and me.  I only ate about half as much as usual, because my stomach wasn't feeling the love, but I hoped that would be okay.  Dear, wonderful Elliott has been making dinner almost every day for us since we came home from our Christmas trip out west, and constantly struggles to know what I will be able to eat and keep down.  Since I wasn't feeling too horrible, I decided to make a list of meals for the week, and a grocery list for him (he has done all the grocery shopping since we got back too.)

After the boys left for school, Sophie, Emma and I played a couple of rounds of Sequence Junior, and then I decided to clean the dishes from breakfast.  I got them all washed just fine, and then once I had started a load of laundry, I decided to go upstairs, back to bed, and rest for a little while, as my energy was pretty much spent.  Being of "advanced maternal age" as my OB jokingly calls it, I definitely see a difference in my energy levels compared to my pregnancies back in my 20's.

I never could fall asleep, so I came downstairs to try to eat a little more food.  Green apples are supposed to have something in them that helps with nausea, and sometimes for me they do work.  I sat down at our kitchen island with my apple, and tried to finish the menu planning.  After about 20 minutes, I knew another outlet was coming.  I ran to the kitchen sink (much better than outletting in the toilet, you just need to make sure you have bleach handy to spray in the sink afterwards.  TMI?)  and up came the apple and the oatmeal.  Loverly.

Once again super wiped out, I grabbed my computer, sat down on the red floral chair in the family, which has become my "spot", and vegged out for a long time.  Finally my hunger was getting too great, so I made a bowl of ramen, and at least got that in my stomach.

Elliott made lunch for the girls (it is such a blessing to have him work at home) before he went to workout, and they spent the afternoon watching barbie movies in the basement.  I sat at my computer and completed a few batches of indexing.

I started to get a little headache, but opted not to take any Tylenol, because I didn't want to take it and then outlet it (swallowing pills does that to me.)  Soon, Ethan got home from school, and as he had no homework, he opted to watch movies with the girls. Elliott got home with groceries, and I began to feel a little bit better, (at least I knew I wouldn't be outletting anytime soon,) so I went to pick Andrew up from Math Bowl practice so Elliott could try to actually get work done (poor guy, most of his work gets done late at night after the rest of us go to bed.)

When I got home, I wanted to try making dinner.  It sounded so good to me... roasted vegetable over couscous with pine nuts.  I managed to get everything in the oven (it's not stinky food, afterall), and managed to eat it all, and even enjoy it.

I noticed my headache was getting worse, so I sat down to rest in my "spot" again.  Elliott left for a meeting he had, and after about an hour it was time to take Ethan to basketball practice.  By this time, I knew my headache was turning into a migraine, but I didn't have the energy to walk upstairs to get the Tylenol.  I got everyone bundled up, and got Ethan to basketball on time.  Then the other three children and I came home.  They got into their pajamas promptly (thank you, dear sweet children), brushed their teeth, and sat on their beds to read until Elliott would get home about an hour later with Ethan.  In the meantime, I went to bed also.  First, I finally took the Tylenol, and then I climbed in bed.  Then I realized I had left the fan on in the bathroom, the light on in the bathroom, and the light on in my bedroom entry, but at this point my head hurt to much to do anything about it.

About 15 minutes later, Sophie came in my room asking to have a book read to her.  I asked her to ask Andrew to read it to her, and then asked her to turn the fan off in the bathroom before she left.  She happily complied, and even offered to turn the bathroom lights of and entry lights off.  She is such a sweetheart, always taking care of me (she often brings me stuffed animals to sleep with when she knows I am not feeling well.)

Andrew wouldn't read her the book, as he was engrossed in his own at the moment, so back she came to me.  I read her the book in very dim light, my head pounding harder and harder with each sentence.  After the one book I told her she would have to go back to her bed and read on her own, so she did.

Pretty soon Elliott got home, finished putting the kids to bed, and came into our bedroom to change out of his clothes from the meeting.  The next thing I know, I am flying into our bathroom, outletting the whole of dinner.  Oh, it was miserable!  And surprising too.  It wasn't that flavorful going down, but it certainly burned coming back up. (I know, TMI AGAIN!!) Sorry!  I won't go into details about what else happened, except to tell you that I have never had a very strong bladder, and, well, there is a lot of pressure on your bladder when you are throwing up.  Sigh...

I went back to bed, and knew I couldn't take another Tylenol for 5 more hours.  I wasn't sure how much had gotten into my blood stream yet, and being pregnant, I didn't want to chance an overdose.  It took a while, as my brain felt like someone was banging a chisel in it, but I finally fell asleep.  I woke up again at 1am, but still couldn't take the Tylenol.  I lay tossing and turning, head still pounding, and finally fell asleep for another hour or so.  When I woke up a little past 3am, I finally took more Tylenol, and my head began to hurt a little less.  I fell back asleep until 6 this morning.

Today I am still severely lacking energy, and my brain is feeling the lingering effects of the migraine.  They seem to stick around for a few days.  I think that is why when I was reading a passage in a book earlier, I read fish taco, instead of fish sauce.  oh boy...

I am not writing this to complain.  I feel that I am very lucky to be able to have children.  As this is our 5th, I knew what I was getting myself into.  Each day, I get further and further behind on laundry and housekeeping, but I have to say that I am not too troubled by it.  I know that this is a temporary trial, and compared to others' trials, it is extremely minor.  Soon we will have a sweet baby that will make all the discomfort fade from memory.  But I do like to document what pregnancy is like for me.  The day above is somewhat typical.  I have some good days, but I have more that leave me wondering what the heck I was thinking!

Dear little Swedish meatball,
  You are loved.  I wish I knew right now what gender you were so I could start planning your nursery and make you a quilt.  In the meantime, please know that I don't hold anything against you that I have written above.
With love, your mother.

(Sophie, doing what she (sadly) does too often...  watching a movie)

The view on our street as the kids left for school this morning.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Feelin' the Love

You may have noticed (although not cared) that I have been pretty slacker-ish (that's totally a word!) when it comes to updating this blog.  But let's face it, I like to keep things positive, and I'm sure you don't want to hear about me with my head stuck in a toilet bowl half the day.  On the sunny side, I spend less time doing that, than I did when I was pregnant with Sophie (well, except for this past Friday!)  It makes me think we are having a boy.
That said, today is a beautiful sunny day, and I have decided to be a better blogger.  My original intention  with this pregnancy, which may very well be my last (I've learned to never say never) was to document it, and remember the good, the bad, and the ugly.  So far, I've only managed to take weekly pictures of the belly, which was part of my goal.  Want to see them?  They are SUPER CUTE!!  haha

 (8 weeks, 10 weeks, 13 weeks)  
(Please ignore the faces I'm making...  I can't help it!)

As today is St. Valentine's Day, (a day which I have mixed feelings about, but that is a whole separate post), I am posting a list of things I love.  Because when your backyard looks like this:

(Snow, minus 3 inches that melted before I took this picture.  You could barely see the tops of my vegetable boxes.
It really makes me claustrophobic!  You're welcome, Mom.)

you need to remember the things you love!

In no particular order:

the sun
the Son
the Father
fresh salsa
salsa gardens
my sewing machine
hymns, esp.  Abide With Me
and also Be Still My Soul
Andrew, Ethan, Emma, and Sophie
the little Swedish Meatball inside me
regular Swedish meatballs
girl flicks made by BBC
good friends, of which I am blessed with many
board games
cheese quesadillas
frozen pecans
my washer and dryer
spring flowers
fresh tomatoes
the public library
ipod playlists
my siblings
my parents
my inlaws (I got lucky here, they are all wonderful!)
my computer
GAP maternity clothes
the Olympics
daddy/daughter dates
dates (the edible kind)
video cameras
magic tricks (when performed by 3 yr. olds)
warm and cozy quilts
twirly skirts
piano lessons
the scriptures
Stake Conference
General Conference
my brain
soaking in a warm tub
my calling at church
the Temple
glasses (I'm pretty blind!)
refrigerated melted chocolate cake
inspiring blogs
Ghiradelli caramel filled chocolates

and last but not least:
My wonderful husband Elliott

(Choosing a recipe to try from his new Ad Hoc at Home cookbook)

If you knew how much he was taking care of the children and I while I am sick, you would be amazed.  He has been wonderful, and everyday I am so grateful for him.  He is the biggest blessing in my life.

What do you love?

(edited to add the picture of the backyard... doh!)