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Monday Mommy Confession #38

I know I’ve shared about the unrolling of toilet paper in my house before, and it’s no surprise that it happened again. This time though, my eldest roll it all back up again. It was scary though. I forgot to take a picture of her finished product. I’m a little obsessed when it comes to toilet paper being rolled back up. I know it’s not going to look perfect, but I like it to look nice. And since I have nowhere to stash it that the girls wouldn’t discover and use it for their various projects, I have to resort to re-rolling it back on to the tube.

Here is what it looked like after I re-rolled it:

I know some would say why bother, but it doesn’t happen very often so I’m not going crazy over it. Matter of fact, I think I can count on one hand how many times it has happen with both girls total.

So tell me, what is your little quirk?

Monday Mommy Confession #37

 

Today, instead of sharing with you one of my less than perfect moments, I’m going to brag on my girls. Not everything in the life of a mommy calls for a slap to the forehead. There are lots of really great things that happen and often times they can happen without any instigation from the mommy.

I really do have two of the most thoughtful girls. Even at 3 ½ and 2, they are thinking about how I feel and how to make it better.

A few days ago, we were getting ready for breakfast and Emma remembered me saying that it hurt me to sit on the kitchen chairs (this discussion took place two nights earlier when I switched out my chair for the birthing ball). She then declared that she needed to remove my chair so that I could sit on the ball. I tried to tell her that was unnecessary, but when I turned around she had already removed the chair and her and her sister were rolling the ball in from the porch! They rolled it into place and patted it, proudly saying “there you go mommy! Now you can sit on the ball and your bottom won’t hurt!” (Keep in mind, I’m 40 weeks pregnant so that’s why it hurts to sit on hard wooden chairs).

Oh, they were sooo proud of themselves. I couldn’t help but smile.

Was I going to sit in the chair? Yes, I was and probably would have been fine. But how could I say no to such awesome thoughtfulness and servanthood from my girls.

Are they always such sweet angels? Ah, no. Matter of fact we had multiple melt downs before breakfast. Such is the bi-polar lives of children. My girls bless me so much though and I could brag on them all day!

 

Tell me, what is something your kids have done that totally blessed you?

Getting Ready for Baby #3

Anytime now baby Terrell #3 could decide to make their grand entrance (like, literally ANYTIME). After a trip to Kansas, a week of battling a full blown sinus infection, and then finding out that baby is beech and dealing with that whole situation, I am feeling just a little behind the ball. So what do I do when I have more to do and remember then my poor prego brain can handle? I make a list of course. And this time I am prioritizing the order of what goes on said list. I’ve marked out the things that I’ve recently completed. I like seeing what I’ve already done. That’s why if I do something that wasn’t on the list, I add it and then mark it off!

To Do Before baby is born:

Clean the girls’ room

Clean my room

Clean my bathroom

Pack to go bag

-my stuff and the babies stuff is in there. Joel still has to add his stuff and the toiletries will be added last minute.

Cook/bake for the freezer for after baby is born

-I have 3 meals in the freezer, two loaves of breakfast bread, and a meals worth of pancakes ready to go.

Buy New Born diapers

Get all laundry caught up (including folded and put away. NOT just cleaned and sitting in a basket!)

-I only have a couple more loads of clothes and a load of diapers to do. If the baby comes in the next few days I will be set. If it’s longer then that then I’ll have to start over.

Pull out pack and play and clean it.

-I’m hoping to get this done tomorrow afternoon. It shouldn’t take too long.

Rewash baby blankets and burp rags (these have been in the closet for a while and could use some freshening up)

-I washed enough for the first couple of days. (mostly gender neutral of course.)

Wash and re-assemble car seat

-The cover has been washed. I just need to clean the plastic part and the buckles and then have the hubs re-assemble it (he so good at it). This will get done probably tomorrow.

 

 

Obviously some of these will happen at the same time, but you get the idea. Knowing this baby could come at anytime puts the pressure on, but thankfully the baby has started to drop so I’m having a little easier time getting around.

 

Do you see anything I’m missing? Let me know, I can use all the help I can get!

Baby Update-40 Weeks

Let me just start by saying that I am so glad that Joel and I have decided that a move to Kansas can’t happen until June. Not only are we getting ready to have baby #3 but my youngest brother is getting married the beginning of June and we leave for a family vacation with Joel’s family the very next day! I was getting a little frazzled so when we made the decision to wait and not be super parents, it took a huge load off my shoulders.

It ended up being perfect timing too. Two weeks later we discovered at a midwife appointment that at 38 weeks the baby was in a Frank Breech. There was immediate talk about c-sectioning if the baby didn’t turn and sending me up to an OB-GYN to have a Version done. Here’s the thing, c-sections are great for true life and death emergencies, and a Frank Breech is not one of them. I have delivered two babies already and I don’t like having someone tell me that I can’t even try and push my baby out and that I MUST let them cut me open. The issue with the version is that they use a non FDA approved drug (for this purpose) to numb my uterine, oh and by the way, we might rupture your uterine and have to do an emergency c-section anyway so don’t eat anything after midnight, um k pumpkin! Ya no.

So we started on exercises we found on the internet and began the search for an OB-GYN who would be willing to deliver a breeched baby naturally. After two strikes we found an amazing Dr. who is more than willing to do it, is as naturally minded as we are and openly says that God is in charge, not him. A wave of relief came over me as the meeting with him progressed. I did a little happy dance as we left the building. Joel even mentioned that he didn’t realize how unexcited he was to have the baby until after the meeting when he became overwhelmed with excitement. It’s hard to be excited about something that goes against what you believe. True the end result (a beautiful baby) is worth it, but to have your choice taken away from you as to how you meet your child is very disheartening. To have the choice given back and know that the only reason we would end up in surgery is if there was a true emergency is so awesome and empowering!

Now I don’t find myself talk to the baby, telling it to wait until it turns. Baby T. can turn whenever its ready and that’s ok. I will continue to do the exercises to encourage baby to turn and I will continue to pray for God’s timing. And now it can truly be God’s timing, not the doctors’.

Monday Mommy Confession # 36

Monday Mommy Confession # 36

They say that your memory is one of the things to go when you get pregnant. Unfortunately it’s true and it only gets worse with each baby. It doesn’t all magically return once you deliver the baby either. It’s sad and sometimes a little frustrating at times but I find that my smiling girls are worth the memory loss.

It became extremely evident that my brain was not firing on all four cylinders the other when I was trying to get out the door to go somewhere with the girls. I corralled them out the door and into the driveway, opened the door for Emma to get in on her side of the car then turned around and called for Sammie to head over to her side. It was then that I discovered that I had forgotten to put shoes on Sammie. There she was standing in her socks in the driveway. In every other respect she was ready. Hair done, teeth brushed, jacket on, but no shoes. I put her in the car and strapped her in then ran waddled inside to retrieve a pair of shoes for her.

Thankfully it was a minor ordeal and easily remedied. I got a good laugh out of it which is the most important part.

 

What is your funniest slip of the mind?

Mice, how I hate thee

I know most people dislike mice. Mice in general, outside running free, are just fine. It’s when they get in my kitchen, and leave their droppings all over my counter, sink, and now table that really gets under my skin. This has been going on for a week now. We have poison laid out (normally I don’t do poison, or toxins, but usually it’s so effective. Not this time though) and put out sticky pads but to no avail. We’ve laid out two sticky pads. He’s got himself stuck on both and managed to tear himself away leaving nice patches of fur behind. At this point I think there might be more than one. I’ve been too tired to deal with it as thoroughly as it needs to be, and when it got on the table I just threw up my hands and we’ve been using the porch table ever since. I know that sounds terrible, but it’s true. Dad finally got all the dishes washed last night so there was less of a mouse mess to clean up, since there was nothing to eat.

I’m hoping to tackle the table over the course of the day. The plan is to do as little as possible, which is a whole other story, but I do want to get dinner made and the table cleaned off.

What a time we are having around here.