Election Day Lecture

As I was driving the kids to school this morning, James was looking out the window and all of the sudden declared, "The world's gonna end today." I was appalled by this (and to be honest- a little pissed that parents were feeding their kids this crap, and that their kids were passing the bull onto my child). I immediately kicked into Mommy Mode and started explaining How Things Work and Why People Are Stupid. The discussion went something like this:

Oh, honey, no. The world is absolutely NOT going to end today. That's bull crap; I promise you. People said that the world would end when President Obama was elected President, and guess what- is the world over? Nope. The President is neither God nor Satan, and people are idiots for thinking they're either.

In the United States, people are sort of split into two groups. One group is called the Democrats and the other is called the Republicans. These groups got started because people had different ideas of how things should be done. Both groups want what's good for America, but they disagree on how to go about it. For example, they disagree on what to do with money, how to help our economy. The Republicans think that you should give money to the rich people who will then give money to the people who work for them and the money will work its way down to the poor people that way. The Democrats think that you should give the money to the poor people first, and when they buy things and spend money, the money will work its way up to the rich. Both groups are trying to help the economy, but they have different plans.

The two groups are both Good Guys - one is not bad and the other good. Don't listen to people who say otherwise. Donald Trump is the President pick for the Republicans, and Hillary Clinton is the pick for the Democrats. Trump and Hillary are both kind of stupid and have each done some stupid things in their lives, but they're both running for President because they want to help our country. People are just idiots who would rather fight and say mean things about people than be kind and learn to work together.

You'd think that when people grow up, they'd learn how to get along and be kind to others, but unfortunately this isn't the case. Some grown ups are idiots. ((Jolie: Mommy, you keep saying the I- word. Me: Sorry, Jo.)) So these dumb-dumbs think that if someone doesn't agree with them, they should fight and argue and throw a fit, just like babies who scream, "Mine! Mine!" And the Republicans are saying that if Hillary wins, the nation will be ruined. And the Democrats are saying that the world will end if Trump wins. Both of these claims are crap. Your friends' parents are likely saying stuff like this, and they're dummies if they tell their kids that stuff.

Don't tell your friends that I said their parents are idiots, but when they say dumb stuff, I want you to know that it's wrong. Hopefully people will stop fighting and learn to get along and work together. But I don't want you worry about it one little bit. The nation's going to be fine, no matter who wins. Because the President is not the boss of the world; God is. And He's going to take care of us no matter what happens today in the polls.

James: Okay. Hey, mom. I have a joke for you...

Oh, geez. Lol.

Lub

We had just dropped Jolie off at school today and were driving home. I let Cora borrow my chapstick for a minute, and when I took it away she got really mad at me. She started angrily crying, and I tried to put on music for her. She didn't like that, so I turned it off. Then I tried to hold her hand, and she got mad and hit me away. I said, "I love you." And she stormily retorted, "No! I no not lub you!" Whaa??! That little brat!

All About Me - By Jolie, age 6

Jolie had a birthday spotlight at school the Tuesday following her birthday. It was so fun to see how well she's doing in school and how much she adores her teacher and classmates. I especially loved the answers she gave to the prompts in her All About Me book.  I thought it'd be fun to record them and gain a glimpse into her precious little thoughts. Here you go.

All About Me

By Jolie, age 6

This is me. I have blue eyes, caramel hair, and I am 46 inches tall. I am special because I am a child of God.

This is my family. I have five people in my family.

My favorite food is Ramen noodle soup. My favorite dessert is cake.

My favorite color is pink.

This is my house. My favorite thing to do at my house is play with my friends.

My favorite vacation was when I went to the place with coconut trees (Las Vegas, last March).

My favorite animal is a bunny.  And a giraffe.

My favorite things to play with are my dolls: Lucy, Ginger, Baby Waa and Grace.

My favorite thing at school is Teacher!!

This girl.  I sure love her.  xx

Tea for Two

Oh my goodness. Where do I even begin? Today was my Jolie Girl's 6th birthday. Six. Bittersweet, I know. It was a busy but relaxing and practically perfect day. 

Her day began with some breakfast in bed courtesy of her daddy, followed by a pre-party gift (a fancy new dress for her party). We had several things to get done this morning (frost the cake, decorate the clubhouse, etc), but it actually wasn't too hectic. I was actively trying to breathe and relax, and I think that helped. I genuinely love throwing parties but tend to get all sorts of stressed and anxious about them; I'm trying to nix that latter part.

^^ James was an ornery cuss all morning but actually did great once the party was underway. Little punk.

^^ The frosted cake. It was easy and quick and turned out beautifully, I think.

We had the most delightful tea party at eleven with a few of her close friends. It was a Dolly & Me tea party. The little girls all came in fancy dresses and accompanied by their favorite dolly. Jolie of course brought Lucy, her American Girl doll from Santa who honestly inspired this whole theme. 

The girls and their dolls each received a pretty "pearl" necklace when they arrived. Then we read a couple of darling little tea party books (Fancy Nancy and Madeline).  

After that, we practiced walking gracefully while balancing pretty pink plates on our heads, sang I'm a Little Tea Pot, and "Queen Julianne" taught the ladies how to properly curtsy. It was so cute.  

The girls were then seated at the (humbly speaking) adorably decorated table, to be served along with their dollies. It was delightful. James refused to dress up (dang kid, ha) but still served as the little ladies' waiter, bringing out each course as I called for it. The girls were charmed and polite and just ate it up (see what I did there). We served pink "tea" (actually white chocolate hot cocoa with raspberry syrup), little tea sandwiches (baguette slices topped with Vache Qui Rit cheese and a half cherry tomato), fresh strawberries, cake balls (courtesy of Aunt Ashley), and dipped strawberry wafers. Then, because they hadn't consumed enough sugar already, we sliced and served the cake. 

After the ladies were all done eating, Jolie opened her gifts. She was given such generous and lovely gifts. She (and Lucy) were thrilled with all of the new pretties. When each girl's parents had come to get them, Jolie sent them home with their very own tea cup + pitcher set and a fork + spoon pair of teeny silverware for their dollies. 

The party was a hit, but the day was not done. Once we had cleaned up the clubhouse (which went quickly, thanks to some help) and dropped the party remnants off at home, we headed for the mall.

And my little girl got her ears pierced.

She was so, SO excited. Because it is Valentine's Day weekend, the shop workers were dressed up as royalty (one the Queen of Hearts and the other as Elsa-ish). Jolie was in heaven.

I made them take a good while getting her marks straight (you can't really scooch over the hole once it's in!). Jolie chose some beautiful crystal butterfly earrings. Then they prepped the guns (each girl used one so Jo would have only one jolt of pain, not two). And then...  BAM! Done and done.

She cried. And looked so betrayed and hurt. It was heartbreaking. But it only lasted about a minute. By the time she had picked out her suckers, she was ok. And by the time we left the store, she was skipping. That's my girl. (It should also be noted that she has since mentioned several times how very happy she is to have her ears pierced. And she claims they don't even hurt at all anymore. Let's hope that lasts. Stay clean, little holes.)

Jolie was so happy, all day. She absolutely loved her birthday and all the things in it. I love how very feminine she is; it's so much fun. She reminds me of myself as a little girl (just much more beautiful... Thanks for the gene contributions, Daddy!). She really is an amazing girl. I'm so, so glad she's mine. 

Happy birthday, Jolie Girl. I love you.

Our Family Lineup

My sister Dena lives in Mexico- like, legit Mexico (not New Mexico, which confuses my kids), and we haven't been down there since her wedding. We also are well overdue on a visit to see my dad, Tori, and my grandparents, so... a spring break road trip it is! Because we're going to be leaving the country for said vacay, we needed to get passports for the whole fam. This grown up business has been intimidating to me, but like laundry- it must be done. So we have an appointment this afternoon with the passport peeps, and we're doing our best to take care of business and prepare for the trip.

As part of the passport process, we needed to get appropriate photos of the five of us. We could have gone somewhere to have them taken, but the average cost was $15 a pop, so I thought I'd try to save a bajillion bucks and do it myself.  I bought a big, white posterboard, borrowed an SD card from Derek's work, borrowed a DSLR (aka fancy pants) camera from my neighbor, and set up shop in Cora's room where the lighting was best.  The rules for the photos were many.  Besides the size and positioning specifications, we were not to smile, not wear jewelry/glasses, have nothing in our hair ponytail-wise, and more. Yikes.

After several outtakes and a bit of Photoshop editing (brightness/contrast), these were the photos we came up with. I thought they deserved a blog post. We'll call them our 2016 family photos, a la mugshot.

Heavenly Father's Plan -- A Talk

My sweet boy James volunteered to give a talk in Primary this coming Sunday. Apparently he won Rock, Paper, Scissors. Ha. And last night, he and I worked on it together. I figured since he is now a whopping 8 1/2 years old, he probably doesn't need me to just write something for him but instead should learn how to write one himself.  This is, as any parent knows, much more work and time intensive, but I hoped it would be worth it. ((Spoiler alert: It was.))

His topic was: Heavenly Father has a Plan for Us.  And the scripture given was Moses 1:39 -- "For behold, this is my work and my glory -- to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man."

Derek and I explained the general Plan of Salvation to him. I used visual aids and explained what he had already learned but may have forgotten. Derek delved into the difference between immortality (to live forever) and eternal life (to live forever with God). He also broke down the concepts of this goal being God's work and glory, and what each of those meant (the kid's only eight, after all).  Then I made James do the work.

First we brainstormed. I had him make a bubble chart and had him write any of the words that came to mind from all that we had discussed. He wrote things like: veil/birth, Jesus, earth, plan, people, spirit, Heavenly. Then we made an outline. I wrote Plan of Salvation = Plan of Happiness and then listed the three questions.  He told me things to write underneath each one, and I jotted down quick, incomplete thoughts.  After that, I told him that I would write out anything he said, and he dictated what the actual talk would say, looking at his notes for guidance.  I did help a little (i.e. He really wanted to end with: "And then you live happily ever after... or sad ever after, depending on your choice." Lol.  Maybe I should have let him, but I told him we should end on a more uplifting thought, to empower people instead of depress them.  Haha.  So funny.)  Anyway, here is what he ultimately came up with. I'm so proud.

Heavenly Father’s Plan

Talk by James Anderson, age 8 ½

Heavenly Father has a Plan of Salvation for us. It is also known as the Great Plan of Happiness because it is His plan for us to be happy for eternity. The Plan of Salvation can be explained with three questions and answers.

#1. Where did I come from?

Before we were born, we were spirits in Heaven. This is sometimes called the Premortal Life. We were very happy. We lived with Jesus. Satan came up with a very bad idea. His idea was, “I’ll make them be good.” Jesus had a better idea. He said, “I’ll give them a choice.” Jesus won. So we went through the veil (or were born) and came to Earth.

#2. Why am I here?

We are here on Earth to get a body and to choose good from evil. Life is a test to show that we’re worthy to live with Heavenly Father again.

#3. Where will I go after I die?

When we die, our bodies stay on Earth and go to the grave. But our spirits go to the Spirit World in Heaven. When Jesus Christ comes again, we will all be resurrected. Anything that was hurt or damaged will get better. After our resurrection, we will be judged by God. This final judgement will decide if we go to Outer Darkness, the Telestial Kingdom, the Terrestial Kingdom, or the Celestial Kingdom – which is the best because Heavenly Father lives there.

Heavenly Father wants us to return to Him. He wants us to be happy. He sent Jesus Christ to us to make all of this possible. He calls this His work and His glory. He is working hard for us. We should work hard too.

In the name of Jesus Christ,

Amen.

Resolutions and Stuff Like That

Geez Louise.  2016.  How can it be 2016 already?  Time speeds up every year, I think. Especially now that that means my babies grow up faster and faster, I'm not really okay with it.  Just this morning, I was noticing how Cora is losing her baby belly.  She's getting long and lean. This is heartbreaking to me.  What's next? No more baby cheeks?  Waa.

My babies won't be babies much longer.  Because of that, the new year sucks.  But besides that, it's looking to be a pretty positive 2016.  I realize it's only the fifth now, but I'm already making and keeping my resolutions.  And I was suuuuper sleepy last night after a Star Wars film outing, so that's saying something.

My resolutions are three:
1. Do Yoga, at least a little - every. single. day.
2. Speak more kindly. So long, sailor! I want to clean up my language and lower my tone. I can't say I haven't sworn at all or raised my voice, but I'm working on it.
And 3. Read from the Book of Mormon every day.

I bought myself an 1830's replica Book of Mormon (like the initial printing back in Joseph Smith's day, without verses or footnotes or any of that), and I've been loving reading it.  It reads more like a novel, which allows me to get into it more like a novel.  I'm really enjoying the stories and burning through them much easier than I ever did the verses, etc.  I hope this continues to be the case.

So there you go.  Resolutions.  Derek has been doing push ups and crunches every night, so maybe that's his resolution.  James is working on being more positive/happy, which I'm thrilled about.  He's the sweetest kid but can get so serious and negative about things.  I think it's the Type 4 in him.  And Jolie is working on sleeping with Baby Waa snuggled up on her chest. Ha. We aspire to greatness, we Andersons. Cora isn't working on anything, pretty sure.  But hopefully she'll work on going to bed without a humongous fight. This is new, and it majorly sucks. Last night I threatened to take away Mew (her blankie, no idea why she calls it Mew, but that's its name).  That seemed to do the trick.  We may have to go that route in the future.

I really want my girls to learn how to happily and quietly get to sleep.  Jolie plays and sings and is just overall a pretty bad sleeper.  She always has been.  It seems to have gotten worse and not better as she's aged.  Some nights she's up until 1am, crying and frustrated by not being able to sleep.  Her anxiety/insomnia is inherited from me, pretty sure, and it stresses me out big time.  I need to talk to her doctor about it.  For Christmas, she got a Hello Kitty boombox (CD/radio). We found a Christmas harp CD that sounds very lullaby-ish, and she's been playing it quietly at night.  I think that's helped. She's also finally learning how to read books (she's been dying to for years now, especially due to her bookworm brother). I snagged a stack of those I am Sam primer readers that she should be able to read on her own without much trouble and gave them to her to keep in her bed.  Listening to happy harp music helps keep the scary monsters away, and reading helps tire her little brain. The combination may be working.  Fingers crossed.

Well this rambling's been fun, but I should probably go.  Ashley, Elli and Nora are going to come play for a while.  And Ashley's going to shellac my poor, damaged fingernails (stupid Star Wars). I love that they (Jon and Ash, not my fingernails, ha) live close by again. We always say that we live in the valley to be close to family but then rarely see family at all!  We're working on fixing that. Resolution number four??  Okay. Time to go. Adios.

Soul Searching

This statement is just part of a news article that was released yesterday regarding the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, the church I am a member of, the one I believe to be true.

"A natural or adopted child of a parent living in a same-gender relationship, whether the couple is married or cohabiting, may not receive a name and a blessing," the policy reads.

Natural or adopted children living in a same-sex household will only be allowed to be baptized once they are 18, disavow the practice of same-sex cohabitation or marriage, and stop living within the household, according to the policy. Such baptism would still require the approval of the church's governing First Presidency.

http://kutv.com/news/local/lds-church-to-exclude-children-of-same-sex-couples-from-membership


This news kind of broke my heart.  I thought there was no way it was true; it just didn't seem like the Church I knew.  I chalked it up to rumor and tried to quiet my mind and go to sleep. But I called my Bishop this morning, and he said that it is indeed true.  I started bawling and asked him to offer up some perspective. I told him (and I'm telling you) that I DO believe this Gospel to be true, and I believe the Prophet speaks from God.  But this is difficult for me to wrap my head around. Generally inflammatory things that come out about the church trigger fear and doubt but when I get to the source- the official Church stance and then ultimately speak to God about it in prayer, I feel peace.  So I'm working on doing that now.

Here are some thoughts that have been offered that help or have come to mind that bring peace...

This article helped and was pretty consistent with what my Bishop had to say.
http://wellbehavedmormonwoman.blogspot.com/2015/11/response-to-new-church-policy-gay-marriage-children-baptism.html?m=1

My comment to a friend regarding this was:
I spoke with my bishop this morning. I cried. This is hard for me to stomach. It feels like children are being punished for something I'm not even sure people should be punished for. But my Bishop explained that there is no punishment involved. They are just simply trying to avoid stress and conflict in the family. Why it is directed specifically towards this topic, I don't know. The above article help clarify in that same vein. I am still not totally pacified, but it does help to understand from that perspective. I do believe the Gospel to be true. And I need to lean on that belief. The ultimate question is whether you believe the prophet to be the mouthpiece of God. I will be spending some time on my knees. Faith is about trust. It is difficult for me to trust what I don't understand, but that's faith, right? Sometimes you just have to obey God and know that He knows what He is doing. Hopefully this helps someone as well. Love to all of you. Regardless of sexual orientation.

Someone else commented:
In the end it is about stabilizing and benefiting the family by not bringing in additional stress and conflict. In a same-sex household, who would, more than likely, want the child blessed and baptized, the parents or the grandparents? Most likely it would be the grandparents, for most situations. So, eliminate that conflict in the family and extended family altogether and allow the child to make their own decision, when they come of age.

And I replied later:
I understand that this hurts many people who have loved ones in the LGBTQ community. It hurts me too, and I am not personally involved in this kind of situation. But I think Brandon is right in regards to protecting the family. I think if the gay couple decided they wanted to be married and go against what the church stands for, it is not likely that they would want their child to go toward this religion they were in open disagreement with. I think this will protect children from being forced into something from their grandparents' perspective and they are really unsure as to what they believe yet.

And like I said in my other comment, it does feel like this particular sin or what have you is being singled out. It absolutely is. But this topic is one that is not decidedly frowned upon in society, where as the others are very obviously wrong in the eyes of basically everyone.

A friend of mine responded:
The world isn't quite as black and white as that. What about a child with divorced parents? What if one of the parent is gay? Should the child never be allowed to live with the gay parent? What about joint custody?

And my response:
I said the same thing to my bishop. And he said that that is exactly why they are called guidelines. Each situation will have to be looked at individually, and exceptions can certainly be made. You just have to get the permission of the first presidency and all of that. But that happens more often than we realize, I think.


These are my thoughts on the matter as of now. All jumbled, as they are in my mind.  I am trying hard to "doubt my doubts before I doubt my belief" as President Uchdorf has counseled. I know there is much that I do not understand -- both surrounding this issue as well as in other areas.  But I need to focus on what I DO know to be true and trust in God. And when you have questions, ask Him.  He'll answer.

"If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him." -- James 1:5

Interview on Parenting

My cousin Jocelyn needed to interview someone for a project she's doing in one of her university classes, and she asked if she could interview me.  The interview was regarding parenting. I filled out the interview questionnaire late last night and was honest (possibly too honest) and just wrote what came to mind. Here is a copy, for journaling purposes.

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How old were each of you when you had each of your children?

            Child 1: Derek 25, Becca 23

            Child 2: D 28, B 26

            Child 3: D 32, B 30

How many years together: We’ve been together for 12 years. Married 10.

Relationship to each other

How did becoming parents change the way you related to each other?

 I think we became more of a team, more partners than we were before.  It’s like

the biggest and most important group project of your life, and you quickly realize one another’s strengths and weaknesses and learn to work together to be the best you can be as a group. We have certainly grown closer because of it, but I swear we look at each other much less!  (Really, though. With three little rugrats running around, your eyes are constantly distracted trying to keep them wrangled. Sometimes on dates, I think, “So that’s what you look like!”)

What were things like with your relationship before and after having children?

 Having babies together kind of forces you to discuss never-before-discussed topics such as poop, barf, constipation, the works.  I never could have stomached even talking about such things pre-babies, and since then have found myself cleaning the stuff.  Ick.  But altogether manageable. Who knew?

Relationship to friends and family members

How did becoming parents change the way you as a couple and individually related to your friends and family members?

 Children are people too, turns out, and adding them into our family changed more than we’d expected in the social aspect.  We had to adjust our schedules and head home from parties much earlier for bedtime, etc, which we swore we wouldn’t do (the baby would adjust to OUR schedules… ha).  But we also soon realized that how people connected to our little ones could make or break our relationships. And it worked the other way around, too.  Some of our friends were poor parents (in our opinions) or would have kids that were mean/naughty, which would cause us to withdraw and would ultimately result in a distant relationship. Sounds harsh typing it out like this, but really- your kids become your priority. You have to protect them and guide them.  So you do, even at a cost.

Work

Were you both or just one spouse employed when your first child was born?

We had both been working when I was pregnant, but I had quit just a couple of months before the baby came so I could stay home and be mommy.  So just D.

 How did having a child change your work dynamic (Did you work more hours, less hours, leave job, etc.)?

I left my job to stay at home. Derek had been a full on university student and had to then split his time between full-time school and part-time work.

Education

Did having children affect your education? If yes, how so?

Not mine, as I’d graduated before we ever got pregnant.  But Derek’s, yes.  He was still in school, having just switched majors. And his schooling (due to two kids before graduation) was substantially more drawn out.  He could have zipped through it but would have been much less available to me and significantly less involved in the kids’ lives.  Babies are not cats.  You really need to spend quality time with them if they’re to thrive.

 If you were you finished with school, but planned to further your education, did having children affected your decision to return to school?

I’ve never really wanted my master’s degree.  But I certainly won’t consider it now until the kids are (at very least) all in full-day school.

Balance

 Do you believe that it is difficult or easy to balance work and family time?

Difficult for sure.  “You can be anything but not everything” is spot on. 

Life satisfaction

 Describe your satisfaction with the way life is right now?

I’m pretty satisfied, honestly.  It’s exhausting to be responsible for three little souls, but it’s so incredibly rewarding. Sometimes it sucks that Derek started climbing the career ladder so late (read: that we’re not yet making the big bucks), but really if I had to do it again, I would make the same choices. Derek and I have a really great relationship and are still very much in love.  And we’re typically besotted with our children.  So life is pretty good, overall.

Describe your satisfaction with the way things were when your first child was born?

We were over the moon! Poor college students and young, stressed, inexperienced parents, but happy.

Future

Before you became parents, how did you see or plan your future as a couple?

We thought we’d buy a house sooner (we still haven’t). We thought we’d travel more. Probably go on dates more and make out more. We initially thought we wanted 4-5 kids but decided after having one (who was really the perfect baby; it’s just that parenting is HARD) that maybe 2-3 was enough. Ha.  Life is not exactly as we’d imagined, but life rarely is.  I’m not sure kids are entirely the source of the difference.  We always knew we wanted children, though.  And having a family was our top plan/priority. So we’re on track in that regard.

As parents, how do you see or plan your future now as a couple?

  It’s not really just about us anymore.  We’re a family of five, a package deal. I’m not sure we plan enough for our future as a couple.  But we plan to stay happy. To communicate fully and freely.  To remain best friends, truly best friends.  Yeah, I don’t know.  That may need to be a discussion we have in the near future. 

Finances

Before you were parents, how did you spend extra money (thinking after paying all bills, loans, etc.)? 

We went on a ton of dates.  We ate out a ton, went to the movies, all that. If we wanted/needed something big, we’d live off one of our incomes and save the rest.  (We lived in Paris for a month this way, which seems crazy now.)

Obviously you have to spend more money to take care of your children. How has having children affected how you spend extra money when you have it or save your money?

We save more.  We act more like responsible adults.  We have savings accounts for the kids. We have a retirement fund.  Boring stuff that maybe would have come with age anyway, but the parent factor certainly sped that progression along. We still eat out, just much less. We don’t shop so much for clothes and stuff for ourselves like we did before.  (Ew.  We’ve become our parents!)

Was the financial aspect of having children what you expected, or not what you expected at all?

We were young and stupid and really didn’t think too much about the financial ramifications. Or I didn’t (Derek likely did). I figured: we’ll have babies and make it work. And we have. Feeding, clothing and educating (not just school supplies but things like swimming lessons, etc) definitely add up, though. I think the older our kids get the more expensive they get and the more financial stress we feel, really.

Lessons

What do you believe is the most important lesson(s) you have learned from having children?

Oh man. Where to begin? Hm.  I think if I had to choose just one, I would say that I have learned and continue to learn that: Love is a verb.  It’s one thing to say that you love someone but to truly love someone is an action, a lifelong commitment filled with sacrifice and work and dedication. It’s exhausting as hell but really the only thing worth living for.

 What do you wish you would have done differently, if anything at all? (Could be anything that has to do with being a parent, relationship with spouse, or just you)

 I don’t know that we would have done any of it differently. We certainly make mistakes and regret them fiercely.  But I’m not sure that a change in course would have made us more perfect parents or people. Perhaps we just haven’t gotten to the point in our lives (in our maturity?) where hindsight is 20/20.  We’re continually learning, continually changing course. But I think that’s what good parents do. I mean, kids do. And you’ve gotta keep up!

It's Great to Be Eight

My baby is eight years old today. Today meaning 20 minutes ago (it's 12:20 AM). Although technically, he will not be eight years old until about 8:40 AM. Regardless, this turning-eight business is kind of breaking my heart. I am so excited for him, as birthdays are about his favorite thing ever, but I am baffled by how eight years have passed. Wasn't he just a tiny baby in my arms? 

He is going to be a Boy Scout. I am so under prepared for this. I have no idea what scouts do. Michael was a scout, but I had left home by the time he was old enough to be one. I am absolutely unfamiliar with this boy territory. This has always been the case with James, I suppose, but I thought I had things under control. Now there is a whole new ballgame. I think you'll love it, though. And I have Derek. He has a lot of experience with this, as he was once a little boy himself! I am so happy I have him. He is a good example for my boy. They are both pretty amazing guys.

James is really shaping up to be a pretty great kid. It is been really great to see him step up as Jolie has had her tonsils out and has been suffering. He has helped me a ton, dealt with Jolie and her orneriness, been patient with her when she screams and wakes him up in the night, and been very helpful with Cora. I've been so impressed with him, so proud. 

I hope he loves his day tomorrow. (Today?) Derek and I decorated the chair for him to fill all fancy in the kitchen. We hung up the birthday banner. We set out breakfast in bed with balloons and a new cereal that is just special for him. There are streamers hanging from his doorway to greet him as he wakes up. I think he will love it all. 

He is having a robot birthday party. We have ordered the cupcakes, made the piñata, planned a few games, and put together some party boxes to give friends. He has been really involved, which has been fun. He really loves parties! What kid doesn't, really? But it has been really fun to see him so involved. 

I am a little stressed for tomorrow, as it is our first day of swimming lessons as well. I always feel like schedules make me overscheduled. But I need to remind myself that the schedule is not that tight. We have swimming lessons in the morning. Then we will have lunch at home and rest time. Then I will go pick up the few things we still need and then bam- his party! His presents are wrapped. I think I have most of the Decour. I'm sure it will be fine. They are just eight-year-old children after all.

I told him he could invite eight friends, but of course it has grown to a few more than that. I am not entirely surprised. He is my kid after all. :)

For my ninth birthday, Michael was just a new, new baby, and I'm pretty sure I invited the entire bus of children to attend my party. I don't remember my mom causing a fuss about that at all. She must of been stressed. But she handled it gracefully. Hopefully I will handle tomorrow gracefully as well.

But if I want to have any chance of that, I should probably go to sleep. So I will log off. Over and out. And happy, happy birthday to my beautiful, lovely, amazing, sweet little man. Love you, Jamesie Boy.

Jolie Girl's Surgery

My precious girl had her tonsils and adenoids removed today. It was quite an adventure (ie super traumatic - possibly more for Derek and me than for Jolie). I was literally hyperventilating last night as the reality settled; I was so heartbroken and scared. The day actually went much better than I'd anticipated, though. Jolie is a brave, sweet girl. I am so proud of her.

This morning we woke up ridiculously early (Seriously. Six a.m. should not be considered morning. Ugh, I hate early.) and were at the hospital by about 7:15. Jolie was so excited! The lure of nonstop ice cream and popsicles post-op may have contributed, haha. And really, it was an adventure, and my girl is a good sport with adventures. 

They gave her the sweetest little gown and grippy socks to put on. She thought that was pretty awesome. 

Then we waited our turn. She got bored, so we turned on some 'toons. She watched happily while I tried not to cry.

Then the surgeon and anesthesiologist came in and talked with us. They were both really great. They had excellent bedside manner, answered all of our questions, and really reassured us both. Then they took her back. This was the only time she seemed scared/nervous. I don't think she realized she'd be away from us at all. The look she gave us as she walked away, just for a sec, shattered a piece of my heart, pretty sure. But then I told her we'd be there as soon as she woke up and tossed a chipper "See you later, alligator!" her direction, and she relaxed and went with the anesthesiologist (hand in hand, might I add; I loved him a little right then).

We actually were able to watch the entire surgery from a little room with a monitor. It was ... interesting. Fascinating and disgusting and educational and heart-wrenching all at once. I'm glad we watched. I'm not sure Derek is. He didn't handle it very well. Watching his baby get sliced and diced nearly wrecked him. His whole body was sweating, and he was fighting back tears the whole time. So weird for Derek, which made it all the more tender for me. My gosh, I love him.

The surgery was smooth and surprisingly quick. After he (the doc) got in there, it was pretty evident that she definitely needed it all removed. Her tonsils both had chronic infection in them, we found (when he grabbed ahold of them and puss squeezed out). So gross. And the adenoids were humongous! They were so swollen that they were blocking her nasal passages almost entirely. Knowing how nasty it was in there helped me feel reassured that we did the right thing. She really will feel so much better once she's healed up.

It was so sweet to see her come rolling back to us all sleepy and beautiful. 

The happy moment only lasted a minute, though. The more she woke up, the worse she felt and the sadder she became. She was super dizzy, nauseous,  hurting and sad. :( 

They got some juice in her and gave her some hydrocodone, and that helped a lot. Plus, her dizziness wore off as time went on. I pulled up some Princess Sofia on my phone for her to watch, and Daddy rocked her. Soon she seemed much calmer and even started to doze. 

In no time, she was feeling still dopey but much better. She kept crying (really, sad little tears weeping down her face) that she just wanted to go home. Eventually she was able to do just that, and she perked up substantially. She even got to ride in a wheelchair, which is basically the coolest thing ever. 

We snagged a yummy frozen treat for her on the way home. She was pretty happy about that.

And then we were home. Ah, home.

She did really great today! She seems to understand that even if it hurts, she needs to drink and drink and drink and drink. I told her the Fix-Its in her body do their best work when they're swimming (and the whole Fix-It Villiage comes to work when she's sleeping). She seems to believe me and does her best to obey.

She ate a big bowl of Dole Whip, probably four popsicles, some Ramen noodle soup, and some yummy creamy peas and noodle soup Grandma Julie brought us. She took a pretty good nap, which seemed to help a bunch. And she woke up to her very first flower delivery! 

Drinking lots and eating lots of nummy food and getting lots of TLC seems to have made today pretty great. She even got to go see her bestie for a few minutes! 

She was cheerful and comforted and feeling loved tonight as she nodded off to sleep. And really, I can't help but feel similarly. We are so blessed. We have amazing, skillful doctors and staff, fabulous, caring families and friends, strong, spectacular bodies that can fight and heal so miraculously, and an incredible, loving Heavenly Father who comforts us and watches over us always. My heart still aches from today, but it is so very full. 

Sleep tight, sweet girl. We love you. More than you know.