Thursday, August 18, 2011

Aloha Friday


Aloha Friday is the day that they take it easy over at An Island Life and look forward to the weekend. So I thought that on Fridays I would take it easy on posting, too.   So I’ll ask a simple question for you to answer. Nothing that requires a lengthy response. If you’d like to participate, just post your own question on your blog and head over to An Island Life to link up. Don’t forget to visit the other participants! It’s a great way to make new bloggy friends.

My question:
Do you have a song(s) that takes you back and reminds you of something from your past?

I have a lot of songs like this, but today I was driving around for work and Whitesnake's "Here I go again" came on the radio.  It made me think of a group of friends I had in high school who actually went to the high school just east of mine, but we became acquainted through extracurricular activities.  For their class song they picked "Here I go again" which was even funny at the time because we graduated in 1997, and that song was released in 1982.  It seems like high school was eons ago, but that song brought back a lot of memories!


Pieces 8 and 9

One plus side to being sick last week is I did get some more work done on Austin's quilt pieces.  Here are pieces 8 and 9:




I also re-did the cow a little bit since I thought his original  tail looked funny and his face wasn't detailed enough.  I am not using any patterns, I have been taking coloring book pages and photocopy them to enlarge/reduce them to the size I want and then cut them out to trace them.  Sometimes it takes a little trial and error with this process.



Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Perspective

Today was a challenging day since I was returning to work after taking three sick days last week.  Regardless of how things are I am very blessed and thank God for all the wonderful things in my life.
  • I am thankful for getting up at 4:50am this morning because it means I am Mom to a wonderful two year old who was wide awake and I am the one who got to hold him, rock him, and eventually let him come out and watch cartoons on my lap while I caught a few zzz's on the couch before work.
  • I am thankful that my cold from last week is coming to an end and that it made me remember how wonderful good health really is and how I should not take it for granted and to also be compassionate to those who suffer from chronic illness.
  • I am thankful for my PMS/cramps as it means I am a woman and was able to carry a child in my womb and will again hopefully soon.
  • I am thankful that I have clean water at the turn of a faucet and will immensly enjoy my shower in the morning that I did without this morning.  It is easy to take for granted that we have access to good, clean, and safe water.
  • I am thankful to return to work today because I have a job that I enjoy and so does Dustin, and we live comfortably and are able to provide our son with many things that Dustin and I didn't have.
  • I am thankful to have filled my gas tank at $3.45 a gallon because I have the luxury of a good working, reliable vehicle to transport myself and my family safely.
  • I am thankful for the 10 extra pounds I carry (even though I should lose them) because I live in a country where good food is plentiful and I waste too much even though there are thousands of people in the world starving to death. 
  • I am thankful that I get to kiss my best friend every day.  There is no perspective to that, it is truely wonderful in every way!
One other thing weighing heavy on my mind that I have been unable to put in a favorable perspective is that the eldest of my brothers got into a big fight with my Mom and sister two weeks ago and it seems to be getting worse instead of better.  I want to make it all better, but some things just take time.  I am praying that it resolves itself in a favorable way and does not tear our family apart. 

(Added 8/17) I thought of another one, I am thankful for my bed that is located in a country whose government it busy tearing each other apart and people are having hard times because I know that when I lay down at night I can rest peacefully since I am relatively safe and secure because there are brave men and women out there who are not safe and secure protecting me. 

Monday, August 15, 2011

My new doo

I got a hair cut on Saturday.  I would have posted a picture sooner, but wanted my sicko-puffy face, red nose to get a little better before taking a picture.  Here are a couple I snapped with the web-cam.



I'm really trying to get used to having bangs again, they keep falling in my eyes.  I may end up taking them a bit shorter so they sit above my eye brow.  I was just feeling the need to do something a little different and fun.  I found a picture of Reese Witherspoon that I really liked with side-swept bangs, but the stylist said I couldn't do as dramatic of and effect as in the picture because I have a cowlic up front.  I never knew that, but she said they would fall and split just right of center, so that is what we did.  I also had the bigger sweep go to the left because I have a scar over there that the bangs cover.  Maybe next time I'll have to do highlights too.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Motivations for Marriage

So this post is going to be more on the philosophical side.  Earlier in the evening in an attempt to get back to the world of the living I got out of the house and went an got a haircut.  I got there at my appointment time, and like always the stylist said she was running late and I could leave and come back in 15 minutes.  Around here if you are talking to the Mormons they will say they are on "Mormon time" and if you are talking to the Indians they will say they are on "Indian time" which basically means no one around here adheres to a schedule.  So I seized the opportunity and ran to the grocery store and got a dollar bottle of nail polish and painted my toe nails in the car.

Then I mosied back to the salon and went inside.  The stylist was working on a woman's hair doing a big fancy up-do.  They were chit-chatting as she was working and I found out the woman was getting married tonight.  In the salon was also a young lady who was maybe 12-13 and found out that she was the woman's daughter.  When the stylist finished her up, after about another 15 minutes, she was getting ready to pay and the woman said to the stylist that she really wanted her to come to the wedding, not to worry about eating because they would have plenty of food.  The stylist was like yeah, I'll be there even though I'm wearing my jeans. 

After the bride left and the stylist was washing my hair, her daughter came in and we were all talking about the bride and wedding because they both had known the woman for some time.  They said she actually had been in and gotten her hair done for another wedding about a year ago.  I of course don't know the woman, or her story, but I know she was getting married tonight, had gotten married to someone else a year ago, and presumably might have been married at least one other time to the daughter's father.

So that all got me thinking about marriage and what motivates someone to get married so many times when it seems they are aren't in it so long as they both shall live.  For me marriage is a sacrament of my religion that makes a permanent bond for our relationship and validates the children that we are given.  I take it so very seriously and I know that Dustin does as well.  I have no doubt that this is the one and only marriage for both of us provided one of us does not die prematurely. 

For some I know religion is not a factor.  It is obvious in our society that marriage is not essential to validate children.  It seems to me that since cohabitation is readily accepted in most places today, I don't understand why people bother to take the step and enter into marriage, especially if they have no intention of seeing it through.  It's a shame to me that we can't figure out a way to limit the people who carelessly marry over and over.  Can you imagine if there were a law that if you had been married X number of times and could not marry until those people had died, that people might actually try to make that happen.  I would have to think that divorce is not cheap, financially or emotionally, and that this should be a motivation to not get married unless you are serious about it, unless of course someone is out to take advantage of a sugar daddy situation.

So what would be the motivation for a 50 something woman who has been married at least twice previously to tie the knot one more time?  Is it just a string of lousy partners and now she has found "the one", the fear of being alone, wanting to provide her child(ren) with a father figure, wanting to have a party and be the center of attention (wondering this after she was so intent on inviting her hair stylist who obviously had not planned on attending the wedding)?  I guess I'll never understand.

Finally...

Oh man this has been a miserable week for me.  I have been really sick with what seems to be just a nasty summer cold.  I think Austin had it two weeks ago and we thought it was allergies, but now we know he was sicker than we thought.  I ended up taking three days off of work this week, which usually I only take one if even that.  I worked on Tuesday, but when I got home I crashed fast.  I had the chills and then developed a mild fever.  I have had laryngitis, coughing and runny nose.  Today I still have the cough and runny nose, but my voice is back and my energy levels are returning to normal.  I had plenty of time to blog all week, but nothing going on to talk about really, and it would have all probably had a negative tone, so I just chose not too. 

Here is a quick list of what is going on with me:
  • We listed our house with a realtor.  We haven't gotten a new job yet, but the housing market around here is slow even in good economic times so we thought it would be wise to go ahead and list it now and move into a rental here if we do sell it instead of getting a job, moving into a rental there and having to maintain this house until we sell it.  Cross your fingers for us that we get a buyer! 
  • My father-in-law might be coming for a visit next week.  The town to the north of us has a festival to commemorate all the old western movies that were filmed around here, then on the weekend the tribe I work for is hosting their annual powwow.  It's like a total cowboys and Indians week which he loves. 
  • Yesterday Austin started calling me "Mommy".  Until now it has always been some other form like "Ma", "Mom", or "Mama", but yesterday he added the "ee" to the end. 
  • My brother brought us a huge bag of clothes that my nephew out-grew.  We now have a ton of clothes when he gets to size 4.  There were also a lot of shoes and even a pair of super cute cowboy boots when he gets to size 10. 

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Family visit

My Aunt Sue came into town this weekend with her husband, Uncle Vick, granddaughters Kelly and Kimmy and Uncle Vick's brother Bob and his wife Joan.  They have a motorhome and go touring during the summer, then return home during the school year where they drive school busses.  They traveled to Colorado in July for my cousin's wedding, then passed through here to see the National Parks.  We went to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon on Sunday. We had great weather and they enjoyed hiking.


Here is the group except for Dustin and Austin who were in the truck for Austin's nap

Austin wasn't cooperating with the photo

Monday we went to Pipe Spring National Monument and went to Hilldale, Utah where we ate lunch at the Merry Wives Cafe.  The Merry Wives Cafe is owned and operated by polygamists, so it gave them a view of that culture. 

Here the girls are taking their oath to become Junior Rangers at Pipespring National Monument.
We were supposed to go out to dinner with them last night, but I came down really sick.  I hope that they will not have my illness on the last part of their trip.  They were heading out today to go through Salt Lake City on their way home.

Oops!

Wow, it's amazing how good my two and a half year old is at using the computer!  If you saw the last two posts called "next" that was all Austin.  Apparently Dustin must have been looking at some Wyoming real estate since we may or may not be moving there, and when he left the computer Austin some how linked that house to my blog.  Go figure, I am not even sure how to do that!!!

Last night Dustin said he thought it looked like Austin posted to my blog when he got back to the computer, but I was so sick that I couldn't even get off the couch and told him I would look at it later.  I thought I was having allergy issues, but when I got home from work last night I crashed fast and went from a little laryngitis to completely blocked nasal passages, sore throat, and mild fever with chills.  I was MISERABLE.  I called in sick to work today and am resting at home.  I'm trying to make myself drink more fluids, but my throat hurts when I drink juices.  I am guessing this is what Austin had last week when we thought he was having allergies, so it only lasted a couple of days. 

Friday, August 5, 2011

5QF


 

1. Do you have siblings and are you close with them?


I have three brothers and a sister.  My oldest brother died in a car accident when he was 19.  I was born a year and a half later, so I never got to meet him.  I am close with the other three and miss living closer to them.  I also have a half sister who I just met a couple of years ago, and I am getting to know her better. 

 

2. Would you rather be slightly UNDER weight or slightly OVER weight?

I am slightly over weight now, and other than being self conscious about it, no one ever comments on it.  After I had Austin though I lost a ton of weight while breast feeding, I know it's not typical, please don't hate me, and I had more people telling me how skinny I looked and how I needed to gain weight.  It was to the point that it was annoying, so I guess of the two I'm happiest now.

3. What's your favorite State Fair food to splurge on?

Funnel cake, nuff said!


4. What are your thoughts on your kid(s) going to school in a few weeks?

My kid goes to a learning center everyday instead of daycare.  He loves it there and they are getting more kids, up to 8 now so it is really great.  He is always doing fun activities and making artwork to bring home.  I am so happy to have the opportunity to have him there instead of regular daycare.

5. Pool or Ocean?
Well, since I am land locked at the moment we only ever go to the pool.  Funny question though, when I was in high school I spent a month in Florida with my Aunt.  For one of the weeks my cousins came in from Georgia and we went to Cocoa Beach for a week.  When we arrrived at the time share I saw they had a pool and I thought "who in the heck goes to the pool when the ocean is right there?"  I had never been to the ocean before this trip so I was still in love with it.  After a day or two though I came to appreciate the pool.  It's calm and relaxing versus being tossed around by the waves, and the cleanliness is pretty nice versus being all salty and sandy.  One day at the beach I even got coated by tar, yuck.  So they both have their pros and cons, it depends on what mood you are in.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Rockin’ weekend!

My brother who lives in Phoenix stopped by with his three kids this weekend on their way to Grandma’s house in Denver.  They got here Friday afternoon and left first thing Sunday morning.  It was a super nice visit.  It’s funny how hard it is to have good quality time together now that we live so far away from each other.  When I was in college, all three of my siblings lived within an hour of each other and my Mom, so we got together all the time.  Since we saw each other so often it was not a big deal and we got down to quality time.  Now that we all live far away, this brother is about a 5.5 hour drive, my other brother is 7.5, my sister is 11 hours and my Mom is 10.5 hours, when we get together 1- we are exhausted from the traveling, and 2- it’s like we spend the time catching up and often don’t really get down to quality time.  You know what I mean, where you can be with each other and do something fun together and enjoy each others presence. 

We spent most of the weekend jammin’ to Rock Band and Guitar Hero.  I would have never thought to suggest that we play our game, these guys are big time country fans and also Broadway musical type music.  But my younger niece heard the kids talking about it at school so she wanted to give it a try.  They loved it and by the end of their visit one niece was singing “Black Hole Sun'” and the other was singing “Creep”.  Heck even my brother got in on the fun and his favorite song to play ended up being “Enter Sandman”, hardcore!  My nephew wasn’t really into it, but he is often hard to interest in things. I have a feeling my brother will be ordering a band kit when they get home!

We also went to the park and played with water guns and went to the pool.  I did not take too many pictures because I was thoroughly enjoying our quality time and often forgot to pick up the camera. 

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Thursday, July 28, 2011

Aloha Friday


Aloha Friday is the day that they take it easy over at An Island Life and look forward to the weekend. So I thought that on Fridays I would take it easy on posting, too.   So I’ll ask a simple question for you to answer. Nothing that requires a lengthy response. If you’d like to participate, just post your own question on your blog and head over to An Island Life to link up. Don’t forget to visit the other participants! It’s a great way to make new bloggy friends.
My question:

Have you ever had to call 911, or if you are in anther country whatever the emergency number is?

I don't really know what go me thinking about this, but it is something I am curious about.  I have called it twice. 

The first time I was in college and lived in an apartment complex next to the junior high/high school.  I was heading home after class as all the high schoolers were heading home.  I heard brakes squeal and looked in my rear view mirror to see that a car in the oposing lane stopped and in front of it there was a boy splayed out on the road off of his bike.  I called 911 and they were asking me all kinds of questions that I couldn't answer from my truck so I pulled in and parked and walked back to the accident.  The boy eventually was able to get up and even talked on my phone to the dispatcher, then the ambulance arrived.  They checked him out and he was ok, but of course I'm sure the girl who was driving the car got ticketed.   

The second time I was driving down here for my job interview and it was raining pretty hard all day.  I came through a canyon on the I-70 corridor through Utah and came around the corner where I saw a big rock in the middle of my lane.  I was able to manuver around it, but it was getting later in the evening and I worried that someone might come around the corner in the dark, not see it and hit it.  As soon as I got into cellular range I called.  The dispatcher really hastled me on trying to describe the size of the rock.  I tried to tell her it was a really big rock, or a small boulder.  If a truck with high clearance went over it they might clear it, but if a car went over it, they would have severe damage.  She still wanted to know what object I could compare it to in size.  Some time later after I moved down here I saw the Utah Department of Transportation fixing that particular spot in the road where the rock slide caused damage.

Adventures in Potty Training

So it figures that the other day I proclaim that we are 90% there on potty training, then we have some regression, ugh!!  I am writing this post as a personal documentation of our experience, and because one of my followers asked for more about our story and advice.  If you are squeamish about pooping, peeing, or bathroom talk consider yourself warned to move on now.

I would first like to say about potty training, that I take 80% of the blame for failure as I am just lazy about it.  The other 20% is complete stubbornness on Austin's part.  But we learn from each other and we are getting there slowly, but surely.

I wouldn't have even started potty training when we did, but opportunity presented itself.  Since Austin was 9 months old he had gone to an in-home daycare, the only licensed daycare in our area for probably 60+ miles around.  We were lucky to get him in there.  They were always full on kids, they could have 16 at a time, and I always felt they were too busy to devote time to potty training and was afraid Austin would get frustrated if they were not attentive to his needs.  Plus he was not showing all the signs of potty training readiness.  However in June, my employer opened a licensed Learning Center for 2-5 year old's.  The only caveat was that they did not set up a diapering area, as required for licensing, so they can only take kids who are potty trained.  The original daycare was 8 miles to the north of our house in another town, and I work 14 miles to the west of our town.  So I would drive 8 miles, drop off Austin, drive 8 miles back, literally past my house, then 14 miles to work.  Then I would repeat for pickup.  The new Learning Center is 3 miles past my office, so i still drive a little out of the way, but he is so much closer overall.  I talked to the Director of the Learning Center and he agreed that since they were just starting out that they would take Austin and attempt to potty train him. I could not pass up the opportunity to lessen my drive and have more time with my favorite two year old, plus no more diapers is a great thing.

That was at the beginning of June and we started out with him going four half days, the same schedule that he went to the old daycare.  After a couple of weeks he was starting to get the idea of going potty there, but would not sit on his potty seat at home.  One day I was out of town and Dustin had a meeting so Austin stayed at the Learning Center through his nap and he slept there, unlike at the old daycare where we had me work half days so I could take him home at nap time, so we switched our schedule to three full days, Tuesday-Thursday, and I stay home with him on Mondays and Dustin stays home with him on Fridays. His PTing continued to improve to the point where he was no longer having accidents at the Learning Center.  They of course were totally focused on the two kids they had for the first month and a half they were open, so they honed in on his cues right away.

At home we really struggled at first, but are making solid progress.  At first he refused to sit on the potty, we  got him a little kiddy potty chair thinking that would be the best thing.  We tried it in the bathroom, then the living room so he could watch TV.  We read stories to him on it, and we tried putting our laptop in front of him to play games while he sat on it.  He obviously hated the thing though and it was always a cry fest to get him to sit on it.  Eventually I tried taking the seat part off and put it on one of our big toilets.  He was much more interested in that so I went and bought a seat for each of our toilets and that is where we have found success. We also bought a step for one of our toilets that he is just a bit too short to stand at, but he seems to be hesitant about using it, having a similar reaction as to the potty chair.

When the staff of the Learning Center started with him they asked him if he wanted to sit or stand to pee.  They have a super tiny and adorable toilet plumbed in at the learning center, so he did not even need a step to stand at it.  He told them he wanted to sit though so that is how they started him out and taught him to aim himself down through the legs.  We went camping for the 4th of July and I forgot to take some type of potty with us, yes I already admitted to being lazy, lol!  We improvised on that trip and taught Austin to just stand and let it go in the woods.  It was just an overnight trip and luckily he did not need to go #2.  Since that time he has been all about standing to pee, which believe me I appreciate in public restrooms!!!

I have always heard and read that you should wait to potty train until a period of time when you will be home and can get the process down without complicating maters.  Well guess what, life happens and we have been traveling and what not and continue to work on it.  I think our recent trip to Colorado is the reason for our recent regression.  We started out the road trip with the intent to stop if Austin asked to potty.  For the first two occurrences it went down as easy at that.  If there was no bathroom in sight we would just pull over in a place where we could aim him out the door and let him go on the ground, out of sight of anyone (one of the perks of having a boy, right?)  The third time he said he needed to potty and we were on the interstate in the middle of no-where Utah, with no trees or natural cover.  We stopped anyway and I was just going to position myself to block his view.  When I went to get him out of the carseat he was already wet and so was his carseat.  At that point I decided to put him in pull-ups to prevent another accident while on the road.  Of course when he is in a pull-up he knows it and then the need to pee in the potty goes out the window, well and again honestly it was easier for lazy me to say "you have a pull-up on, just go" versus trying to find a restroom, or convenient location to stop.

When we got home from the trip I have had to firmly commit to no more pull-ups and go back to underwear to get him back in potty mode.  He is doing much better, but we still have the occasional accident.  Pooping is still a hard one, that for me anyway he has never vocalized the need for.  I more so catch his poop face or hear him grunting and whisk him off to the toilet.   If you miss either cue, well you had better get another pair of underpants. 

The transition to pee standing also presented an interesting issue while we were at my Mom's house in Colorado.  I took him in to pee and I had to lift him a bit to aim his stream into the toilet.  Next thing I know pee is coming out of the front end and poop is coming out the back.  So as if this isn't bad enough, now trying to figure out how to coax him to sit if he needs to poop, the next night Dustin takes him in to pee and the SAME THING HAPPENS!  Knocking on some serious wood that it has not happened since we have been home.

Anther tricky thing we have faced with PTing is that Austin loves to wash his hands in public restrooms, and if it has an automatic soap dispenser he is all over it.  He will ask to go "pee-pee in potty"  then when we get to the restroom firmly yell "No" about going potty and try to get to the sink.  A few times we have had to call his bluff and say no to going to the potty, for the third time in the middle of dinner at a restaurant.  So far it has not back fired on us, but one of these days the boy who cried "potty" will probably teach us to tell him no to the bathroom.

And on Monday I learned that you should only ask them to pee if you intend on taking them to the bathroom.  We had just finished up lunch in the dining room and I was going to put Austin in a pull-up for nap time.  I stripped off his bottoms and then asked if he needed to potty.  He of course tells me no, like always, but it hadn't been too long (or so I thought) since the last time that he went so I let it go.  Before I could get the pull-up unfolded he sent a stream across my dining room floor. Silly mommy, rookie mistake!

And one other clarification, I should mention that all of our potty training is in the day time at this point.  I think at this age most kids aren't able to hold urine through the night, and am not at all focused on that, so we still use nighttime diapers.  I will also try to switch him to at least a pull-up for naps to prevent an accident, although most times he can nap and wake up dry. 

So in closing, in the hopes of helping along others, maybe not that you learn what to do from me, but rather what not to do, here our my potty training tips:
  • Patience, patience, patience!
  • Pullups are basically glorified diapers.  If you want to get serious about PTing go to underwear.
  • There are two types of underpants, regular ones and training ones that are made from thick cotton and have several layers in the crotch.  The training ones are nice because if they have an accident most of it is absorbed right in the crotch area.  The regular ones result in a puddle on the floor during an accident.  The kicker is the training ones only come is simplistic styles, like the one pack we bought was all white and in the other pack one was blue, one was blue and brown stripes and the third has little construction vehicles on it.  When I first thought about PTing I bought the regular undies in two of Austin's favorite characters, Go Diego Go, and Cars.  Then the Learning Center Director recommended the training underpants, but of course Austin wants to wear his Diego's all the time and gets mad when I put him in the training pants.  In hind sight I would have saved the Diego's for when he was done with accidents.
  • Instead of asking if they need to potty, say "lets go potty".  When you ask you are likely to get a firm NO!
  • Did I mention patience?