Is It Naptime Yet

Sunday was our second Sunday in our new ward.

Eden has been sick so we decided to not take her to nursery. We all went to the ward party the night before since she wouldn’t be playing with people or toys that would kept her germs, but Sunday she came into us with a fever so even Jon had to postpone his plans of going to the local Unitarian church. (Since she wouldn’t be playing with kids we thought it would be fine if they just went together and she only had a runny nose and cough until the fever came on Sunday. )

Lilah and I got to church a little late and the chapel was packed, and for some reason they weren’t opening the overflow. Lilah was pretty well behaved, but she suddenly got tired at the end of sacrament meeting.
I took her to Primary and waited for her teacher to get there.

And I waited.

One of the boys in her class is pretty, uh, busy so the Primary President asked if I would sit with the class since I was waiting in case a substitute came that Lilah didn’t know or hadn’t met which is very likely in this case.

No one came.

Sister Pooler, the President, voiced her concern and later asked if I would teach the class.
Sure why not.

So I looked through the lesson and prepared with what materials I could get.
Lilah was excited to have me as her teacher and the other kids were very nice.

The class went fast and I finished very early. I tried to sing songs but I just didn’t know what to do with these kids.
We’d colored, sang and even ate a few crackers I had for Lilah.
So we got to closing exercises five minutes early and sat in the back.
Lilah wanted to sit on my lap. “No one will get jealous.” is what she told me, but I insisted that she didn’t.
The boy who I explained as being busy before was very touchy and lovey.
He sat next to me and wanted to constantly hug me if they weren’t singing or lay his head on my lap and eventually he was trying to kiss my cheek or hand, or anything he could get his lips on.
I kept telling him no, but I’m pretty sure he has some sort of slight mental disability and was very persistent.
I was fine with him, but was mostly curving the behavior because it’s inappropriate to me, especially at church during Primary and towards a person you just met.
(When I was going to class the Presidency told me they could come and get him if he became a problem, but he was OK in class. I just had to give him periodic hugs.)

So I have yet to attend Sunday school. I’m not even sure what room it’s in.

I did met the woman who sat in front of us during Sacrament. Her son, about 6-8 months old, would smile at us and loved Lilah’s bow. Her husband, the first counselor in Elders Quorum, spoke and she had a hard time keeping their son quiet. He was noisy when he was happy and noisy when he was sad. They look like a cute family, and it reminded me how grateful I am for girls that are quiet.

Maybe I’ll get to go to Sunday school this week.

I had my mom make three nursing blankets each for Lilah and Eden before they were born .

They’re made of lightweight fabric with a simple edging of rick rack and I got the idea from my SIL Becky who told me about using lightweight fabric instead of flannel, which can get hot to nurse under.

Even though Becky had given me this advice the first time we met and it was a year later that Lilah would be born, I remembered and took her advice and had my mom make me some for Lilah and then Eden, and the grandchildren who have followed were also made these blankets on my side. ( They’re so great for swaddling and blocking the sun off of the babies eyes in car seats or for toddlers to cover their own heads when the sun is in their eyes. Also my mom made them because I wasn’t sewing when Lilah was born, and just for traditions sake she made Eden’s too.)

My girls love their blankets. Around a year old we allow them to start sleeping with blankets and just rotate them through.
They each have their favorites, always the brightly colored, or richly colored ones.
Lilah’s have definitely been used and worn through and as the holes began I started taking each one away.

The blue one was Lilah’s favorite.

To compensate for getting rid of the beloved “soft blankets” I took Lilah shopping last Wednesday to chose fabric for two new blankets. I wasn’t going to add edging, but they’re so much cuter with edging. Jon called me Marcie when I got home and he saw I had also bought edging. (She’s an old friend who always goes the extra mile in sewing projects, or really any project, even though it’s not always needed. Plus over half the cost is edging.)
Eden loves Lilah’s new ladybug blanket, and now wants to go shopping for her own blankets. I keep telling her she has to wait till hers get holes in them too.

New blankets. I let Lilah chose the fabric and edging.

I have to be honest.
I’m finally getting that lost feeling after being done with school for over a year.
I use to get it during the summer between semesters and now it’s just a bad habit.

I sleep in every morning till 9 am, unless we have somewhere to be, then I get up at 8 to get my shower.

The girls do not sleep in till 9, so what are they doing? Watching a movie or PBS. If I’m lucky they don’t get up till 8, so it’s just one hour, but many days they get up at 7 and easily watch 2 hours of TV while I sleep.

Now I don’t always feel the need to sleep in if I’m up at 7 to say goodbye to Jon, but I don’t feel a desire to get up and going so I turn on a movie and go back to sleep.
My day becomes too long if I get up before 8 and have no where to go, which I usually don’t.

Besides sleeping in I take a nap nearly every afternoon. Not like a 20 minute power nap, but a 2-3 hour nap.
What are the girls doing? Eden is taking her nap and Lilah is watching TV, which I try to interrupt after about an hour or an hour and a half and get her to do something else, like play or use the computer. (She gets up later then Eden, about 8, so I let her watch her shows like Super Why.)

I do get the normal day to day stuff done. Dishes get washed, laundry gets done, though not always folded.
I just don’t have motivation to do the extra stuff. Like organize our room or organize the top bunk in the girls room.

I’m fine once I’m up, usually.
I don’t feel down necessarily but I do hang out at the computer a lot.

I’m just not motivated and I’m not sure what to do to get motivated.

I feel the girls are getting along fine, though I could spend more time playing with them or reading with them during the day.

The funny things is I stay up very late, usually just watching TV, or sometimes on the computer. I just want to stay up late and be by myself. If Jon does perchance stay up late, I don’t go to bed till he does.

I just feel a little lost. Being at home is becoming less fulfiling and I feel I accomplish very little.
So that’s what’s going on with me mentally.

I was at my parents house tonight when I heard the news that our beloved Prophet Gorden B. Hinckley had died.

I wasn’t sad, but I was saddened.

He is the second prophet that I have any real memory of. The first being the President Howard W. Hunter, who served for a brief 9 months.

He accomplished so much and was such a loving prophet to the church.

I believe he truly was a man of God.

Farewell President Hinckley you will not soon be forgotten by the saints.

Released from LDS headquarters. More at this site.

President Gordon B. Hinckley, who led The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints through twelve years of global expansion, has died at the age of 97.

President Hinckley was the 15th president in the 177-year history of the Church and had served as its president since 12 March 1995.

The Church president died at his apartment in downtown Salt Lake City at 7:00 p.m. Sunday night from causes incident to age. Members of his family were at his bedside. A successor is not expected to be formally chosen by the Church’s Quorum of the Twelve Apostles until after President Hinckley’s funeral within the next few days.

So as I started washing my dishes to put them in the dishwasher, yes I wash them before I wash them, I held and wash our lovely Cutco bread knife or slicer according to the website.
For whatever reason I didn’t have a tight grip on it and it slipped from my hands. As someone who knows how sharp a “bread” knife can be because we had a teenage friend who sliced her thumb with my parents bread knife and needed one or two stitches, I got my hands as far out of the way as I could and jumped back so I would not sever a toe, since I wear flip-flops around my house.
Luckily I didn’t sever anything but my left wrist was cut.

It doesn’t look too bad in the picture, maybe a paper cut, but I could see that my top layer of skin had been sliced through and had it happened just a few inches lower it could have been really detrimental. I just can’t use the full rotation of my wrist, I can’t bend it backwards basically otherwise it hurts and bleeds a little bit.
Moral of this story: hold very tightly to your Cutco knifes.

Jon’s also cut his finger when the petite carving knife was near by while he was cutting with a different knife and came down on the tip.
I pricked my finger with it yesterday while cutting up raw chicken for stir-fry.

I love the easy slicing of Cutco while I cut food, but I don’t love the easy slicing of myself.

I noticed after I took the picture that I had also cut myself right at the base of my right ring finger. Like in that crack where the fingers intercept the palm.
I wish I had liquid band aid for these odd spots, especially since I need to do dishes. This morning the girls used baby spoons and I used one of their spoons.

In light of taking it easy so my wounds might close up well enough that I can do dishes this afternoon I thought I’d post random pictures we’ve taken.

A while back while looking for his shoe polish Jon went through an old box of stuff that was his. We found his eye glasses that he wore directly after his mission, 11 years ago, and a pioneer hat that we got at some pioneer day event when Lilah was a youngun.
Of course Jon put both the glasses and the hat on her.
Isn’t she adorable.

Then I had the pleasure of watching Naia on the 14th. While here Lilah made a lovely toy trail for her to follow, since she now crawls.

She never did get to the toy pig.

Lastly, while I was reading or cuddling with Lilah our feet got warm and we poked them out of our blanket. Jon thought it was cute and took this picture.

So there are my random pictures.
Have a happy day.

If you’ve known me for any length of time, you probably know I’m a nail biter.
I try not to bite my nails in public, but when I’m home and I’m bored, relaxing or even reading I bite my nails.
I’ve bitten my nails for as long as I can remember. I remember as a child my mom putting nail polish on my fingers to make them taste disgusting.

In short it didn’t work.

I remember biting my nails and then spitting until the gross flavor was out of my mouth and then biting again and spitting.
I’ve tried to stop but it’s never lasted long. For some weird reason I actually enjoy biting my nails.
Well, because of my wonderfully disgusting habit in the past I’ve chipped both my bottom front teeth. Yesterday the filling for the left tooth came out, and about a week ago a small layer or chip of my right tooth came off.
So now I must stop biting my nails.
It’s so obviously affecting the health of my teeth and in the end will cost a lot more money if I continue.
So today is the first day of seriously never biting my nails again.
I think I need some nasty tasting nail polish to remind me not to bite and nail clippers in my pocket so I cut the nails instead of bite them.

To ease the transition of going to a new ward I set up a meeting with Lilah’s teacher.
It was suppose to have been Thursday night, but she got busy at work and we rescheduled for Saturday. I baked cookies with the girls for us to bring, so Lilah would have a reason to go and feel excited. It somewhat worked.
She’s a single  sister who is just a few years younger than me. We talked for a long time but it was mostly her mom and I who did the talking. Lilah complained that we talked for too long. She did enjoy her cats and told Jon how many pets she had. ( “Two cats and a dog which makes three pets.” Lilah’s learning simple addition, kinda, she knows 2 +1= 3.  Though they must have talked about the pets at church because Lilah informed us today that she has three cats, but one doesn’t like people.)

So today we got up and went to church. They had the new people stand for a brief moment in sacrament. That was fun, Jon stayed seated with Lilah.
We took Lilah to Primary and she was definitely uncomfortable. She teared up a little and I desperately wanted to stay, but I knew that I would cry if she continued to cry and that she would just continue to cry rather then just get over it. I’m not sure if it’s the best way to go about it, but I figure the sooner she gains her independence the better.
Her teacher said she did really well and one of the leaders said she sang all the songs. Lilah is getting use to the idea of change and mentioned that she was there to help Britta.
I’m hoping next week is better for her.

Eden had no problem with going into the new nursery. Even though there were a couple crying kids when we got there she just went in and looked for something to play with. I would have left but there were some twins that were crying and the two nursery leaders looked like they needed help. Since I sat behind them in sacrament one twin wanted cuddles from me and the other still cried but allowed me to hold her. I worried about being able to go to Relief Society, but the parents came in and got them after Sunday school. The mom said she had some problem and could never stay for the whole block. I felt for the girls because they were just starting to play and get use to nursery and then they had to leave.
On an up note Jon said the older woman in nursery said Eden was delightful when he picked her up.

So I went to Relief Society. I sat behind another sister from the old ward and settled in.
For whatever reason I got sad during the opening song and cried a little. I was able to pull myself mostly together while they had every sister introduce themselves and give one or two facts.
Mine was: I’m a crybaby (since I started to well up right as I stood up.) and I received my degree in Psychology about a year ago and I just use to it mess with my children’s heads  since I stay home with my 4 and 2 year old.
The women got a chuckle and one woman said she also had a degree in Psychology and liked my use, or reason for it.

The rest of the class went fine.
We have a ward party this Saturday and I’m debating whether to go or not. It will somewhat depend on how I feel and if I feel like cooking more food than normal since it’s a potluck.
We also have family home evening this Sunday so that makes two potlucks in a row.

Last night we went out.
We ate at Sweet Tomatoes had a great time talking and stuffing ourselves full of soup and salad.
We walked to the car and then our car wouldn’t start.
Luckily we have AAA so they got there within 15 minutes and checked out the battery. It was the battery and so he got us started.
He informed us that the battery is bad and not to turn off the car until we got it to where it needed to be because it wasn’t going to start again.
So Jon waited in the car while I got the girls from my sister and Eden stood outside their door yelling “Daddy!” while she was waiting.
It was cute.
Sure enough once we turned off the car at home, it wouldn’t start.
Jon is out getting a battery right now.

Since we wanted to do more than just have dinner we joked that one of us could sit in the car while the other went into a store or did something, but we obviously just decided to pick up the girls and go home.

Moral of the story: I love AAA.

So I find it odd that not to long ago I had an Abba song in my head and then I’m invited to see the Broadway show that features their songs, Mama Mia. (It was on Broadway, but brought to Vegas with some actors that came from Broadway.)
It was a fun show. Very different than the Phantom, which I think set a very high bar.
Most of the songs I recognized because Jon brought many Cd’s with him into our marriage and one of them was Abba’s greatest hits.

I had fun hanging out with Carolyn, who got the tickets via Derek who works at Mandalay Bay where the show is playing.

I think they incorporated the songs very well and that it was a pretty good show overall.
I think the hardest part was knowing who was talking, since we were far back, in which I’m not complaining because it was a free show, but you get the hang of who’s voice goes with who even though you don’t see them talking very easily.

I got home late, it was Tuesday night that we went, and Jon has decided he needs to get some him time in, somewhere in between my time, his time with the girls and our dates.
I dunno, isn’t work him time? At least it’s with adults.
😉

So today they changed our ward boundaries.
I’m so sad.
It was a meeting for four wards and now we are three.
Half of my ward was combined with another ward.
Then the remaining part of my ward was put into the other two wards.
I am so sad.
Only a handful of my ward  was put into the ward I’m now in. I’m separated from all but one of the mom’s in my former ward, Sam, which I still like, but it still stinks.
Lilah will have to start over completely, which I wasn’t too surprised about, but we’ll even have to go to a new building.  She already doesn’t want to go church.
I don’t have the Jewitt’s in my ward which totally crushes me. I cried off and on for the rest of the meeting when I saw that.In which I still plan on using them for babysitting and going to Beth for homeschooling advice, they won’t get rid of me so easily.
I hate moving. When we moved two years ago I was a mess going to church our first Sunday. Of course I had Eden the Monday after but I worry about fitting in and finding friends or people I like.
It mostly sucks because we’ll only know a handful of people and I’m pretty shy when starting out, plus we’re back to going at 9:00 am and Jon plans on going to a local Unitarian church which meets at 10 am, though he’ll only go every other week or so if he likes it, which would have been fine since we were suppose to be at 11 am this year. So I’m not sure how we’re gonna swing that.
We’re going to try to continue our mother’s group, but now none of the women have keys, unless someone is immediately put into a presidency and we’d still need to run it by the bishop of that building and figure things out.
This really sucks.
I really loved the Coronado Hills Ward.