tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796548179332258262024-03-05T14:21:26.704-08:00BT&QBeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-58114577220638592952016-05-13T10:23:00.002-07:002016-05-13T10:23:30.142-07:00That time I said "thank you" to the homeless manI was pulling out of the Walmart parking lot. Again. This had to be, like the 3rd time today. There was a different man on the corner. There's always one there. Scraggly beard, unkempt hair, raggedy clothing and shoes, and a defeated look on his face. It's not always the same MAN, but these characteristics are always the same. And I always have the same reaction, I smile, sometimes wave, and move on with my life. I'll admit, although it is probably awful, I have sometimes thought, "If you need money so bad, get a job." But this day, this day was different. I pulled up just as the light turned from yellow to red and stopped right next to the man. I knew I was in for a long wait, so I peeked at him. And I really SAW him. A man. Just like my husband, just like my two boys would someday be. Just a man, in need. And for the first time in my life, I KNEW I needed to help this man, a complete stranger. I thought, "I can't! I don't have any cash." You see, I never carry cash. (Who does anymore?) And then I suddenly remembered the fistful of cash I had shoved into my coat pocket last week, after pulling it from the bank for something that no longer had any relevance. The coat that I was now wearing. I reached down and unzipped my pocket, pulling out the cash. Before I could even examine any of this, I rolled down my window, watched him scurry over to my car, handed him the money and heard him say, "God Bless." I numbly responded, "Thank you," because this was all very weird for me. And then the light changed and I drove away. It was all over in a matter of 60 seconds. But as I drove away, I kept thinking, "Why did I say thank you? Of all the things I could have said, THAT was what came out? In that moment of service, why did I thank him?" And the answer came to me very clearly. I needed that opportunity to serve. Maybe he didn't need that money all that bad, or maybe he did. But I needed that moment. Maybe you believe differently, and that's ok, but I believe in the Holy Ghost, or Holy Spirit, and I believe that if we are worthy of his direction and influence, he will guide and direct our lives for good. He will prompt us toward those experiences that will help us to progress and become the people we are meant to be. I believe that this was one of those moments for me. I felt his influence and his guidance so perfectly during those 60 seconds and I am so glad that I didn't second guess those promptings, I did what I felt like I needed to do. And then I thanked the man, who made that experience possible. Service is honestly one of the greatest natural highs we can feel in this life. There is no beating the joy that we feel when we can provide for someone else that which they cannot provide for themselves-- It brings us closer to the Savior, because we are doing exactly what he would have done in that situation.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-73681709751159209392014-05-11T16:26:00.001-07:002014-05-11T16:26:48.378-07:00MotherMothers' Day. An amazing, terrible, wonderful, heart-wrenching day. Pre- 2008, my mothers' days were all about making breakfast for my own mama and writing beautiful (and often cheesy) cards to let her know how wonderful she was and is. But as of Mothers' Day 2008-- that all changed for me. As so many of you already know, our little Zoe Belle came on February 9, 2008 and only stayed for a little while. By Mothers' Day, I thought I was doing great. On the Saturday before, I talked Tyson into buying me this beautiful yellow and black dress, in order to commemorate the day. I don't think he understood, but he went along with it. And on Sunday, I showed up to church, proud, in my new dress, with empty arms. I listened to the talks and tried to focus on my own mother and how much I loved her. But the sadness crept in like a mid-winter storm. By the end of the first talk, I was teetering on the edge. And then, some friends of Tyson turned and offered to let us hold their brand new little boy. As Tyson held him and smiled at him, I tried to talk myself out of my tears--<br />
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<i>This is a little boy, not a girl. He is nothing like our little girl.... That's right. He is NOTHING like our little girl. No one is just like our little girl. There is no one on earth that is just like her. Because she is no longer here. No longer here. Not in my arms, not in Tyson's arms, and NOT within arm's reach. She is gone. </i><br />
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And then, before he could push that little boy into my arms, I stood up and ran out of sacrament. I bawled all the way to the bathroom, and sank into one of the stalls. I stayed there until my tears dried up, and then when I finally came out, I listened to an older woman tell me all about her sister who had lost a baby and how she had seen a vision of what her little baby looked like now, with her beautiful hair flowing and a brilliant smile on her face and how she just KNEW that her little girl was trying to tell her that she was fine. I felt so empty. I had had no such vision. Empty and thoroughly melted, I walked out of that bathroom, and right out of the church. I stood outside the car until Tyson figured it out and came outside. We went home, and he spent the rest of the day trying to make me smile. <br />
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Flash forward to Mothers' Day 2014-- I awoke to the sound of the printer. But when I looked around the room was still dark and no one was there. I sleepily got up and went about my normal morning routine. When I opened the bedroom door 10 minutes later, two pairs of little feet ran to greet me. Quinn and Mac, both with large bags, "gifts," as Mac kept repeating, and huge smiles. They unloaded their bags on me and then followed me out to the living room. I unloaded untold treasures from those bags-- chocolate-covered pretzels, milky ways, beautiful crayon portraits of myself, and immeasurable "love notes" from Quinn- with only one discernible word, "mom." My tears were teetering on the edge as I unpacked those bags and took in those beautiful faces, going crazy with excitement. And then Tyson explained the printer-- it was his note to me and also my wake-up call. He went in and retrieved it, and as I read through his description of shopping for Mothers' Day with the children, my happiness was overflowing. These kids, these crazy, loud, annoying, BEAUTIFUL kids are mine. And though there are days that I cannot even fathom why, they love me SO SO SO much. Happiness. Immeasurable, all-consuming happiness.<br />
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You see, I have experienced both sides to this whole Mothers' Day fiasco-- the pain and the pleasure, the sadness and the happiness. And I get it. To all of you women out there, I get it. Mothers' Day is something of a symbol for motherhood. Sometimes it is terrible and frightening and just plain heart-breaking. And then there are moments or days where it is the epitome of wonderfulness-- death by happiness. It is everything all in one. And we wonder why it changes us so much...<br />
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<br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-6323306559434282632014-03-05T13:46:00.000-08:002014-03-05T13:46:19.460-08:00Finding the GOOD in the sucker bowlYesterday I took Quinn to the doctor to get her shots for kindergarten. But as far as she knew, she was going for "immunizations." And she was happy. She never once questioned me on it. Until we got in the car to head to the doctor's office....<br />
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The buck had to stop somewhere and I figured it would be better to get the tantrum over with before we got to the office, so I charged ahead, <span style="font-size: large;">"Actually honey, you didn't forget. I just never told you. <span style="font-size: small;">Immunizations are shots. You have to get shots so that you can </span></span>go to the big school in the fall." </div>
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I looked back at my Quinn, buckled snugly into her hot pink zebra booster, thinking this was just a big breath moment before the screams erupted. What I actually saw broke my heart. Her little face had crumpled and she had big fat tears just begging to be let loose down those rosy cheeks. So I tried to explain WHY we have to get shots, why even MOMMY and DADDY have to get shots sometimes. And why baby Ti was going to be getting shots today too. </div>
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And that was when the screaming started, not your typical, "I hate shots!! I hate hate hate HATE shots!" No. She began to bargain with me. "We don't have to do this today mommy. Let's just go home. Maybe just Ti needs shots today. I want to get sick. Mommy, can you hear me?! I WANT to get sick! See I don't need shots!" On and on, all the way there. At one point she decided maybe if she didn't have shoes on, I wouldn't make her get out of the car. So she yanked off her pink sparkly boots, and threw them on the floor of the car. </div>
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When we arrived, I was bracing myself for the inevitable battle to get her out of the car. But it was in vain. She was out of the car, and up onto the sidewalk (shoe-less, of course). She looked like she was primed and ready to bolt. So I calmly got Ti out of the car, grabbed the diaper bag and her boots and started heading into the office. She followed, crying and yelling, but she followed. At check-in, they of course handed me a huge paper to fill out on both Ti and Quinn, so I obediently began my paperwork, while alternately trying to keep Quinn from peeing her pants just so we would HAVE TO go home. We were finally called back into an examining room and the hysterics began anew. "Mommy, I don't want to go first. Make Ti go first. Mommy I have to PEE!!" Finally Ti got his shots, Quinn got her wish and didn't have to go first. He cried for all of 10 seconds and then just looked bored with the whole situation. One of the other nurses held him while I grabbed onto Quinn and tried to calm her down once AGAIN. Finally, the older nurse told me to just put her on my lap and lean back while holding her hands securely on her chest, and they would take care of the rest. I obeyed and 10 seconds later, Quinn was crying silently in my arms with band-aids on boths legs. </div>
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And then something really unexpected happened, <span style="font-size: large;">she laughed.<span style="font-size: small;"> I stared at her like she was crazy and she just looked at me and said, "That wasn't so bad Mom!" Like this whole time, <span style="font-size: large;">I <span style="font-size: small;">had been the one screaming and crying. I did the only thing I could, I laughed too. And then the nurses brought over the sucker bowl and told her to take as many as she wanted. With tears still streaming down her face, she grabbed 1, 2, 3.... 4 suckers. And just as I was about to berate her for being greedy, she said, "I'm glad I got four, now I have enough for everybody!" And she immediately pulled out the blue one, because she knows blue is my favorite color, and put it in a pocket in the diaper bag because my hands were full. But guess what? As full as my hands were, my heart was even more full. This girl. <span style="font-size: large;">This girl.</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-77929719949091222552014-01-20T16:11:00.000-08:002014-01-20T16:11:09.342-08:00MiracleMiracle-<span> "A surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural
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<span></span>Have you ever wanted something so bad, but it seemed like such a long-shot, that you decided it would probably never happen.... so you don't let yourself think about it. But, in <span style="font-size: large;">not</span> thinking about it, you begin to obsess about it. But you don't talk about it, because that would be proof that you had broken your cardinal rule and actually <span style="font-size: large;">thought <span style="font-size: small;">about it. Maybe you've never been there, but this was me for the four months before Ti was born. Everybody talks about adoption and how amazing and miraculous it is. Nobody tells you about the harrowing, sleepless nights, and the good news and the bad news and the <span style="font-size: large;">no<span style="font-size: small;"> news. But I digress-- that is a post for another time. <span style="font-size: large;">This <span style="font-size: small;">post is about a miracle. A real and true, amazing <span style="font-size: x-large;">miracle<span style="font-size: small;">, that I could not talk about for the last five months. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">How did this come about? I have been asked that about a million times by friends, acquaintances, and complete strangers. So I will tell you. Tyson grew up in Dayton, ID next to a really great (really big) family. One of the daughters in that family recently graduated high school and found herself in a difficult situation. She knew that she wanted to place her baby for adoption, but wasn't sure with whom. Now a small digression-- when I was pregnant with Mac, Tyson and I made the decision that he would be our last child that would be conceived naturally. This was because of my blood-clotting disorder, and the shots that I had to be on for the duration of any pregnancy (these shots also cause loss of bone-density). So when I had my C-section to bring Mac into this world, I also had a surgery done that would not allow me to have any future children on my own. It was a hard decision, but one that we made based on doctor recommendation and prayerful study. But at this time, we also had an overwhelming feeling that our family was not yet complete, but that other children would come to us in alternate ways. So we had been <span style="font-size: large;">considering<span style="font-size: small;"> adoption, but were in no way <span style="font-size: large;">ready, prepared, or <span style="font-size: x-large;">ready<span style="font-size: small;"> for adoption. You catch my drift? Now back to the story. This young girl's mom talked to Tyson's mom about the situation, and Tyson's mom mentioned that Tyson and I had been thinking about adoption. Well, one thing led to another and about a week later, Tyson's mom called us and told us that she definitely wanted <span style="font-size: large;">US <span style="font-size: small;">to adopt her baby. We were shocked. To say the least. Also- completely dumb-founded. Also a whole lot of other things. We decided to meet with her and talk it out face-to-face. This was the best idea ever. After talking with her we were assured that she was serious about placing her baby with us. So we got started on the adoption process. We contacted a lawyer and after hearing a dooms-day address that he probably tells all potential adoptive parents, he laid out the steps to making this happen. I won't go through all of it, but there was a lot of both time and financially consuming steps. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">And then on December 27th at 1:30am we got the call that we had been waiting for. Baby Ti was about to make his entrance into the world! He came at 2am and we were able to be there for all of his firsts-- first bath, first feeding, first poo, all of it. And then on December 28th around 1pm we were able to take him home. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The next few weeks were a blur of sleepless nights and a very angry two-year-old. And then on January 16th, 2014 Titan Benson officially became Titan Benson <span style="font-size: large;">Allen<span style="font-size: small;">. Oh blessed day! </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-22239708766202065122013-12-22T08:27:00.000-08:002013-12-22T08:27:45.336-08:003 Things to do before ANY abdominal surgery, and 3 things for after...As a courtesy to my fellow man, I have compiled a list of three things to do before you have any kind of abdominal surgery. Here ya go:<br />
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1. Sleep on your stomach every chance you get. Revel in it. And I mean really REVEL in it.<br />
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2. Enjoy getting on and off the toilet without praying for those handicap handrails. Maybe get up and down a few extra times, just out of the sheer joy and freedom of it all. <br />
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3. Encourage your children to punch you in the stomach a few times, jump on you, and throw things at you-- help them to get it all out of their system now, because afterwards it will make you swear like a sailor. <br />
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And 3 for after (ok, it's really just one big long one):<br />
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1. Sleep lots, without any guilt, and take those dang pain pills, without any guilt, and keep your kids away from your stomach, also without any guilt. <br />
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Also, maybe 2: don't try to write a blog post while on said pain pills..... :)Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-41347969857105557822013-12-06T04:47:00.000-08:002013-12-06T19:55:47.690-08:00Mac likes princesses, and why I'm not worriedIt is 5am. I woke up an hour ago, SURE that Mac was going to die. I was breathing heavy, pulse racing, and I knew that I had to save my son. There was no going back to sleep. So after I laid there and hashed out why Mac was NOT going to die, I started thinking. I thought yet again, about whether or not I should include in our Christmas letter that Mac likes princesses. I wrote it in, and have been agonizing about it ever since. I know that someone who reads it (probably a relative), is going to think, "the boy loves princesses? What... is he gay or something?" For the last hour, I have thought and thought and thought on this subject and I have learned something. Something that I probably already knew, but just didn't KNOW. ya know?<br />
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Mac likes princesses. He really really does. When I accidently gave him Quinn's princess plate at Grandma's, he moved all the food to the side, so he could see Cinderella and was so excited he just kept saying, "Momma! Princess! uh-super coo!" Whether this has stemmed from his big sister drilling it into his head that princesses are cool, or just because they're pretty, I don't know. But he does. And guess what? THAT is all it means. Sometimes, we draw these lines, especially for boys. It's a sort of do-not-cross line. And if you do cross it, you're gay or just plain weird. And all of a sudden, a boy's interest becomes taboo. It becomes something bigger than what it is. Maybe it's a love of music or dancing, or maybe it's a straight-up love for princesses and all things beautiful. And we, as society, take that interest and turn it into something else. We label. Why do we do that? Why in the HELL do we do that?!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>It is because our own inconsistencies scare us.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maybe you're not quite there with me yet. That's ok. It took me a while to get there-- An hour to be exact. </span></span>After thinking about Mac and the pressure that society puts on our boys, I started to think about our girls. Even they do not escape the labeling. Let's say a girl prefers a nerf bow-and-arrow set, to dolls. What then? Well, she's a tom-boy. I guess, in all fairness, I'm a little bit of a tom-boy. Guess what? I know this is going to be a shocker-- I hate cooking. I really really do. It is agonizing, everyday around 4:30 when I have to decide on a dinner and then commence with making said dinner. I seriously hate it. (And 2 nights out of 10, I flat refuse to do it, and we order pizza) And guess what else? I like to shoot guns. Ok, ok-- mainly just a .22. This was something that I didn't learn until recently-- because my husband pushed and pushed me to "just try it," and guess what?? I love it. The rush that I feel when I nail a moving target (this skill was only recognized a few weeks ago!) is comparable to when I really nail an idea in my writing. I feel like I can take on the world. But guess what else? I am also the girl that went home for Thanksgiving, found my sister's old prom dress, and wore it around the house for two hours straight-- just because it was fun. So why does a preference for "boy" toys and a hatred for cooking mean that we are tom-boys? Why can't we just be <span style="font-size: large;">US</span>?<br />
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Within all of us, there are so many different parts to our character. Some we are proud of, some we're not so proud of, some we display openly, some that we hide, and some that are never even realized, because we never let ourselves go there. We are human. We are incredible entities that are always changing. There is no end to our possibilities. So why do we limit each other? It is because our own inconsistencies scare us. We are scared of how others will view us, if they know who we really are. We might be perceived as "weird" or "not normal." (heaven forbid!) So we label others. We continue this downward spiral, in order to protect ourselves. Only it's not protecting us, it is severely limiting us.<br />
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I am reminded of Dr. Seuss, "A person's a person, no matter how small." That's it. We're all just people. We don't have to let the labels interfere with us figuring out who we are. And that is why, in my house, it's ok for Quinn to love monster trucks as much as Mac, and likewise-- it's ok for mac to think that princesses are "uh-super coo!" and wear around Quinn's heels. Cause we're all just people-- and I refuse to hold my children to a ridiculously rigid view of their role. They are more than that. We are <span style="font-size: large;">All--</span> more than that. Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-26177226469973454582013-08-27T20:35:00.000-07:002013-08-27T20:38:16.299-07:00Things my daughter has learned from "Tangled"<br />
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1. I'm not really "mom." I've stolen her from her real parents and am actually a witch. (AND she is REALLY a princess.) She loves to make me sing "Mother knows best" while she runs screaming and hides from me.<br />
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2. Frying pans can solve any problem-- especially annoying little brothers....<br />
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3. All princesses live in towers (or... the top of the swing-set). And wear dresses. All. The. Time. <br />
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4. Kissing is equivalent to marrying. <span style="font-size: large;">Period.</span><br />
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5. Kings and Queens sleep together.<br />
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6. Horses are cool. And also.... can be treated like dogs. (Drop it!)<br />
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7. <span style="font-size: large;">ALL</span> girls go through the long-hair, short-hair phases. Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-47609750415814084472013-05-09T09:40:00.001-07:002013-05-09T09:40:05.540-07:00Guys... I'm a little stressed. (and this post is all over the place)This is a safe place right? I could use one of those right now. A place where I can admit that sometimes I wish I could ducktape Quinn's mouth closed. Right? (I mean, my gosh.... she talks CONSTANTLY) And that Mommy really needs to <span style="font-size: large;">watch her mouth.<span style="font-size: small;"> That's right. I said <span style="font-size: small;">it. The ot<span style="font-size: small;">her day<span style="font-size: small;">, <span style="font-size: small;">one of Quinn's barbies <span style="font-size: small;">(the crazy<span style="font-size: small;">-haired, rid<span style="font-size: small;">iculously tanned, brunette one) turned to the other barbie<span style="font-size: small;"> and said, "<span style="font-size: small;">What the <span style="font-size: large;">hell<span style="font-size: small;"> are you doing?!" Ok, really<span style="font-size: small;">?! I <span style="font-size: small;">have only said this to her probably twice in her whole friggin' life! <span style="font-size: small;">And now she's throwin<span style="font-size: small;">' i<span style="font-size: small;">t around in B<span style="font-size: small;">-town. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A<span style="font-size: x-small;">lthough</span></span> she did ma<span style="font-size: x-small;">k</span>e up for it later, when she tried to teach crazy tanned barbie how to pray (hopefully for forgiveness). </span>And while I am on confessions<span style="font-size: small;">, I left Mac's p<span style="font-size: small;">oopy butt on hi<span style="font-size: small;">m <span style="font-size: small;">for <span style="font-size: large;">one whole hour</span> <span style="font-size: small;">yesterday<span style="font-size: small;"> before I changed it. Wow<span style="font-size: small;">- that feels good to just get that out there. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">But can I just say-- that I am so glad that I have <span style="font-size: large;">two<span style="font-size: small;"> crazy little munchkin<span style="font-size: small;">s? Because when <span style="font-size: small;">mommy is being a poo<span style="font-size: small;">-head<span style="font-size: small;">, as Quinn <span style="font-size: small;">likes to call it, <span style="font-size: large;">they have each other<span style="font-size: small;">. Always. I love that. And usuall<span style="font-size: small;">y when I hea<span style="font-size: small;">r them start giggling<span style="font-size: small;"> at each other'<span style="font-size: small;">s snort noises in the other room, it has a magical<span style="font-size: small;"> tendency to <span style="font-size: small;">boost <span style="font-size: large;">my</span> m<span style="font-size: small;">ood. Seriou<span style="font-size: small;">sly. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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Brothers and sisters are the best. And on this day I would like to give a big <span style="font-size: x-large;">thank you<span style="font-size: small;"> to my own mama for having <span style="font-size: x-large;">10<span style="font-size: small;"> of us. Because there was never ever a dull moment, and bec<span style="font-size: small;">ause even when my "friends" were all being jerks-- I always had a <span style="font-size: large;">real</span> f<span style="font-size: small;">riend<span style="font-size: small;"> in my brothers and sisters. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-84817228865748819372013-04-18T14:27:00.000-07:002013-04-18T14:27:09.790-07:00Midnight BansheeIt started out like any other night.... the kids and I accompanied Tyson on a few tree bids. (I sat in the car and did my darnedest to keep the kids entertained, while Tyson worked his tree magic on some unsuspecting customers.) The following are actual text messages (that went unanswered, by the way) from me to Tyson during this time:<br />
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"Little problem here.... Mac pooped and the wipes are not in my bag. Yay."<br />
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and then, three minutes later.....<br />
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"Also, Quinn threw up in her mouth because of the smell.... :)"<br />
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By the time Tyson got back to the truck, Mac's poo was a hopeless pancake, but still (thankfully) contained in his diaper, and Quinn was sitting as far away from him as possible and breathing through her mouth. <br />
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We had accompanied Tyson with the thought that we would all go to Rexburg when finished, to help Emmy pack up her stuff. We bagged that idea and I stayed home and changed poopy-butt and put the kids to bed while Tyson headed to Rexburg S-O-L-O.<br />
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What followed, was the only two peaceful, restful hours that I got that night. And I spent them reading a dang book. If I had only known what was coming, I would have slept like a baby during that time. Stupid hindsight.<br />
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Tyson got home a little after 9 and spent 15 minutes talking on the phone before the puke-bomb went off. Apparently Quinn's puking in her mouth earlier, had not been due to Mac's poops. Wishful thinking on my part. From then on, Quinn puked (or dry-heaved as time went on) every twenty minutes until about 4 in the morning.<br />
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At one point she was laying next to our bed looking completely wretched and Tyson leaned down and put his hand on Quinn's head and said, "I'm sorry, Gup. I'm sorry you're pukey." She looked at him and said, "It's okay. It's not your fault." Geez, I love that girl. <br />
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Also-- on a side note-- Quinn enjoys doing her best banshee impression after every time she pukes. We're talking top volume here. So Mac got to be awake, enjoying the show, most of the night as well. We're pretty sure she gets this from my side of the family-- Grandpa Bray sounds like a mad dog whenever he pukes. Some good pukey-yelling there. Yep.<br />
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And BTW- you're welcome. This was just one of those nights that was too good not to share. I'm sure you all have your own stories to match or even best this one.....<br />
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<br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-20222285961201331802012-12-20T12:18:00.002-08:002012-12-20T12:34:07.193-08:00From us to you....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
First of all, can I just say how much I love this first picture-- Tys and I were completely oblivious to the crazy Quinnness going on behind us and Mac is just loving it! </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mer<span style="font-size: large;">ry Christmas!</span></span></div>
Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-67711564302440786752012-12-04T09:40:00.000-08:002012-12-04T09:40:28.399-08:00I had a bad day....Sunday-- and not just any Sunday-- FAST Sunday. And for my non-mormon friends out there-- that does not mean an expedited Sunday-- it means the one Sunday each month that the entire church goes without food and water for two consecutive meals (usually accompanied by prayer, and a special purpose). This particular fast Sunday started off like any other, except that Tyson slept in and when he woke up, he had to take his antibiotics (MUST take with FOOD). And so.... I was the only person fasting. That is a lonely place to be, my friends. But I soldiered on. I prepared my Sunday school lesson and got ready to propose a big project to my class, one that I was REALLY excited about. We even left for church with plenty of time to spare and claimed some soft seats for sacrament. Sacrament was okay-- I think. I missed most of it, because Mac was either hitting me, pulling my hair or otherwise causing some general havoc. I took him out halfway through and just let him run the halls (this was done for my- and Tyson's- sanity, not Mac's). When I came back in, Quinn had to go potty, so out I went AGAIN. By the time we got back, it was time for the closing song and Tyson and Mac were nowhere to be seen. When we got out of sacrament, we found Tyson and Mac in the hallway and bundled up the kids and sent them home with Tyson (they were both sick as well). And I soldiered on (AGAIN) and headed to my Sunday School class, already thoroughly frazzled....<br />
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Now, before I continue on with my narrative... a word about my Sunday school class-- they are 13-14 year olds and are usually VERY well behaved. They contribute to the lesson, and generally make me very happy to have the calling I have. Sufficeth to say.... I was not prepared for what awaited me behind door #2 this day. <br />
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I walked in and after explaining that Tyson and Mac were sick and would not be joining us, I was answered with exclamations of, "uhhh, today is going to be so boring." One of the more polite girls stated that today would be very "calm." Ouch. BUT I soldiered on. It only went downhill from there. At one point, I was trying to talk OVER their obnoxious remarks and found myself yelling, "I know that the Lord will bless us when we ask for help in our callings!" Wow. I mentally took a step back and just decided today was not going to go as expected. At the end (more or less) of my lesson, I broached the subject of the <span style="font-size: large;">big project<span style="font-size: small;">......... nothing. No enthusi<span style="font-size: small;">a<span style="font-size: small;">sm. And <span style="font-size: small;">they all pretty much shot me down. When the conversation ON<span style="font-size: small;">CE <span style="font-size: small;">AGAIN delved in<span style="font-size: small;">to Justin's suspe<span style="font-size: small;">nders, I just said, "okay- who's pray<span style="font-size: small;">ing?" They were all taken <span style="font-size: small;">b<span style="font-size: small;">ack<span style="font-size: small;">, this was the first time that I had ever ended a lesson with<span style="font-size: small;">out bearing my testimony and thanking them for their partici<span style="font-size: small;">pation. Justi<span style="font-size: small;">n stood up and praye<span style="font-size: small;">d and then I practic<span style="font-size: small;">ally ran from the classroom<span style="font-size: small;"> to my car. I came home and bawled my eyes out, <span style="font-size: small;">ranting about everything including my <span style="font-size: small;">rid<span style="font-size: small;">iculou<span style="font-size: small;">s ina<span style="font-size: small;">bility to teach. I <span style="font-size: small;">told <span style="font-size: small;">Tyson I wa<span style="font-size: small;">nted to be re<span style="font-size: small;">leased<span style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now here's the thing about me and FA<span style="font-size: small;">ST sunday<span style="font-size: small;">-- I don't do well on an empty stom<span style="font-size: small;">ach. Thin<span style="font-size: small;">gs of a sp<span style="font-size: small;">iritual nature seem to come much <span style="font-size: small;">more easily, but my ability to think and reason and think reasonably GO OUT THE WINDOW. I mean they lit<span style="font-size: small;">erally <span style="font-size: small;">FLY. My self-confidence hovers around a negative <span style="font-size: small;">one and <span style="font-size: small;">if anything goes wrong, I am instantly an em<span style="font-size: small;">otional wreck. I don't do well. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">So <span style="font-size: small;">Tyson did his best to console me and promised that my class <span style="font-size: small;">had just had a bad d<span style="font-size: small;">ay. Things would be better next week. I sil<span style="font-size: small;">ently vowed there WOULD NOT be a next week. <span style="font-size: small;">I tried to cheer up over the next few hours and not th<span style="font-size: small;">ink ab<span style="font-size: small;">out the cheesy sand<span style="font-size: small;">wich I had watched Tyson wolf down at lunch. (I failed<span style="font-size: small;"> by th<span style="font-size: small;">e way, and b<span style="font-size: small;">roke my fast early- around 3:30)</span></span></span>And then at 4:45 we headed into tithing settlement. (a time<span style="font-size: small;">, once a year, when each mem<span style="font-size: small;">ber of the ward sits down with the bishop and <span style="font-size: small;">de<span style="font-size: small;">clares whet<span style="font-size: small;">her they have paid a full or part ti<span style="font-size: small;">the that year.) We got into the <span style="font-size: small;">Bishop's office and our children went crazy. It was like someone h<span style="font-size: small;">ad hit the l<span style="font-size: small;">udicrous <span style="font-size: small;">button located <span style="font-size: small;">on<span style="font-size: small;"> the top of their heads. M<span style="font-size: small;">ac just started SCREAMING and hitting Tyson as hard as he could over and over and over. And when Tyson put <span style="font-size: small;">him down, he just screamed <span style="font-size: small;">LOUDER. Quinn absolutely refused to sit after the first five seconds, and ran around the room making fart noises on her arm and intermitt<span style="font-size: small;">ently begging the Bishop for MORE candy.<span style="font-size: small;"> And in<span style="font-size: small;"> the mi<span style="font-size: small;">dst of this, the Bishop turns his penetrating <span style="font-size: small;">gaze on me and asks, <span style="font-size: small;">"Sister Allen, how have you been bl<span style="font-size: small;">essed in your home as you have kept your covenants<span style="font-size: small;">?" Wait<span style="font-size: small;">, what? Do you see <span style="font-size: small;">what<span style="font-size: small;">'s going o<span style="font-size: small;">n right now?! Okay<span style="font-size: small;">, blessings.... um<span style="font-size: small;">mmm..... (fart noise<span style="font-size: small;">-- I'd call it a trumpeter) "I think..... that we have felt a greater sense of<span style="font-size: small;">.... um.... peace?" (oh please, just send<span style="font-size: small;"> us on our way) Bles<span style="font-size: small;">s his heart, he acted like it was the right answer<span style="font-size: small;">,</span> en<span style="font-size: small;">ded our interview, and <span style="font-size: small;">ushered us out the do<span style="font-size: small;">or.<span style="font-size: small;"> We went home and had Quinn recite, <span style="font-size: small;">"I will not make fart noises in front of the Bisho<span style="font-size: small;">p." twenty times<span style="font-size: small;"> and then made her kiss our feet. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>(totally kidding-- but I thought about it!)<br />
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The rest of the night I prayed for bedtime-- harder than I had ever prayed for anything ever. And it eventually came. We put our kids down and settled in for some relaxy time. Tyson wanted to watch "The TESTAMENTS," so we did. And then came my happy ending. I remembered why I am here, and why I do what I do. Because God has blessed me to live now, and to be a MOM, and to raise these crazy wonderful children. Because I am blessed to know the plan of salvation and to know of our Savior's atonement for us. Because the atonement is <span style="font-size: large;">REAL<span style="font-size: small;"> and <span style="font-size: large;">P<span style="font-size: large;">ERSONAL<span style="font-size: small;">. Because Jesus Christ knows my name and more than that-- He knows my struggles.<span style="font-size: small;">... </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">and because I love HIM. </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-24316458939850495622012-10-12T08:14:00.001-07:002012-10-12T08:14:36.219-07:00Q is for QuinnI haven't done a post dedicated to my sassy little 3 year old in quite some time. This is overdue. Up until about two months ago, whenever Quinn woke up with a bad dream, she would just scream at the top of her lungs until I came stumbling into her room and sang "Child of God." And then, all of a sudden, she stopped doing this and started <span style="font-size: xx-small;">quietly <span style="font-size: small;">creeping into our room and just standing beside the bed until I woke up with the feeling that I was being watched. Creepy, right? OR is that just <span style="font-size: large;">ME <span style="font-size: small;">that has a fear of waking up with someone standing next to the bed holding something scary... i.e. a knife or gun or cheese grater (hey-- I have cut myself many-a-time on that bad boy!) ? Anywho, so two nights ago, this same situation occurred-- Quinn came in and quietly whispered "mom," and I woke up thinking death was near, and when I recovered my senses, I said, </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Quinn, what's wrong?"</span></span></span></span></div>
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"Mom, my bedroom is so scary."</div>
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"Oh, it's not scary, babe."</div>
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"Yes it is, can I sleep in the tunnel?"</div>
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"Huh? Are you sure you're awake?"</div>
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"The tunnel, mom"</div>
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"The tunnel by you and daddy."</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lightbulb!</span></div>
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She wanted to sleep between me and Tyson! Apparently, the two of us form a protective "tunnel" when lying in bed. Who knew? And it must be magical, because she was asleep within a matter of seconds. It made me remember a time when I was around 3, crawling into the safety and security of my parent's bed and finding my own "tunnel" in the crook of my mom's legs. Laying on top of the cream colored silky blanket with orange yarn ties, I was completely safe. </div>
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Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-15246907446390489562012-10-10T14:52:00.001-07:002012-10-10T14:52:57.093-07:00For Emily..... Tea parties, sleep, silly faces, and pumpkins.I got so much done today!! You would not even BeLiEvE!!! I promise. And when I came inside from washing the Expedition-- I found a sweet (hardly) little note from Emily expressing a desire to see some life on this here blog. And since I am in a Get-er-dun kind of mood-- here I am.<br />
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These pics are from a glorious tea party with Auntie Emily one day when Quinn's little friend ended up not being able to attend. She was so stinking excited I couldn't just NOT do it! (Emily, of course. Did you think I was talking about Quinn?)<br />
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One night after watching some TV- I came back to Quinn's room to check on her and found this.... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5rt0hMq_-xFcTQTAzGFLVfMWConIN_c2VI3IAgxzh1LP_UnhC70tCKWK23SEAZ4uAORJd8xSNnwia5H6w_jRedzF9Wmj0Zt-kufQNYTOE5wr82cIoxIgmo766nepdG-2bPTvrtLisvI/s1600/DSCN0975.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5rt0hMq_-xFcTQTAzGFLVfMWConIN_c2VI3IAgxzh1LP_UnhC70tCKWK23SEAZ4uAORJd8xSNnwia5H6w_jRedzF9Wmj0Zt-kufQNYTOE5wr82cIoxIgmo766nepdG-2bPTvrtLisvI/s320/DSCN0975.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />
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And Monday night, our first FHE of October, we spent carving pumpkins and watching "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!" <br />
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Good enough, sassy pants? :)Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-34734189351755906202012-08-13T11:11:00.000-07:002012-08-13T11:11:59.840-07:00Mac is 1!@$#Where in the world did the last year GO? I would really like to know. I have been thinking about this post and trying to figure out how to describe Mr. Macadoo, and this is what I've come up with-- he has a HAPPY spirit, and it shows. <br />
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His birthday party was kind of a drive-by. We just kind of fit it in right before Devon's rehearsal dinner, and this little guy was very tired. We went with a pirate theme....<br />
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Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-37205458194257515422012-08-01T10:16:00.000-07:002012-08-01T10:16:20.315-07:00Shishter F-U-NAhhhhh...... Saturday. S to the I to the S T E R TRIP!!!! It was Cheryl's 40th, so we all pitched in some money and took her on a delicious shopping spree! We shopped until we dropped (literally-- our blood sugar was REAL low!), then got Cafe Rio (YUMMMY!!), and then enjoyed some delicious b-day cake and ice cream. These pictures document the in-between time......<br />
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<b>Now it's just a mark of stupidity.</b> <i>This one? Oh- the stroller fell out of the expedition when I opened the back door. Yep, just landed right smack on my leg. Does it really look that bad?! No, I don't need to "have it checked out." <span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You know what I mean?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">So, what about you guys? What is your tell-tale sign that you are getting old?</span></span></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-55594438467109347662012-07-24T14:36:00.000-07:002012-07-24T14:36:28.209-07:00catch-up??!ok people-- do you know the feeling when you haven't done your blogging duties for the last two months and then you decide to get back on, but you have this nagging guilt that you need to catch up on everything you missed first? Well, I'm feelin' it. So this is how I deal-- a picture montage of the last two beautiful, wonderful months. And just so you know--- Tyson ROCKED my birthday this year. Guess he was making up for last year.....<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMnOkCzWEG9bfodN7YmrnTY8-F5JN16kLVsJXXNJrB1q8ZGV1CVlO-68FQLiyoWRJBcRA4DgzqH0YPgfE2jYe6WGNoAb976EGrmvHkGclWeQuX5KYK_Ti9mhikkhQZD4W2mT_N9W6ZOE/s1600/DSCN0608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMnOkCzWEG9bfodN7YmrnTY8-F5JN16kLVsJXXNJrB1q8ZGV1CVlO-68FQLiyoWRJBcRA4DgzqH0YPgfE2jYe6WGNoAb976EGrmvHkGclWeQuX5KYK_Ti9mhikkhQZD4W2mT_N9W6ZOE/s320/DSCN0608.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a perfect Mother's Day. I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful hubby and children! I hope you all had a wonderful day as well!</div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-83309091530284514572012-05-13T20:32:00.000-07:002012-05-13T20:32:47.089-07:00"Motherhood is...." essaySo about a month and a half ago, Nienie hosted an essay contest entitled, Motherhood is...<br />
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When I was little, probably 7 or 8, I used to get really bad growing pains in my legs. I remember one night in particular that the pain was just excruciating. I laid in bed that night and just sobbed. I drifted in and out of sleep until my mother came in and upon finding out what was wrong, went and warmed towels in our oven to wrap around my legs. And not just once, she rewarmed them twice after they had cooled. The relief was immediate. And that relief didn’t just come from the blessedly warm towels-- it came from having my mother minister to me. Even just feeling the blessing of her love on that miserable night. As I thought about this experience very early this morning after climbing back into bed after a 5:30am feeding for my little man, I started thinking, What is Motherhood? What is it that can change a child’s experience so irrevocably? The answer came-- Motherhood is an eternal sacrifice. Not just a here and now responsibility, but a divine calling that lasts through the eternities. When my first little baby came to me, it was too soon and very unexpected. She lived only a few days before she left this earth, and a week after her birth we held a small funeral for her. At the gravesite, a woman whom I knew very little at the time, came up to me and after giving me a warm hug, kissed my forehead and said, “You are a mother now. And you always will be.” The words seemed odd to me at the time, but they stuck. And the more I have thought about them, the more the truth of them fills my soul. Although my little girl had moved on, and I didn’t have the literal, physical care of her, I was forever changed. I was a mother. As my other babies have come, and I have had the joy and sometimes terror of taking care of them, this feeling has only increased. The many nights that I have spent sleepless, worrying about whether or not I fed them enough that day, or cuddled them enough, or just looked at them enough, are part of my eternal sacrifice. These children, and all that I give to them are my offering to the Lord. This thing they call Motherhood is my sacrifice. And if that is all that I have to give, it is enough.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-80625881485231769412012-05-13T20:27:00.000-07:002012-05-13T20:27:44.892-07:00smartypants dance<div style="text-align: center;">I laid Quinn down for her nap. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Twenty-five minutes later,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I opened the door to peek,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and make sure she was asleep--</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I found this....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDP5v1qJAH1Nw3mvuLxO7NWowoYg1wSpXwjtRhbNdcjAV5m4uaMX06GeFn_nEQ__6Hpa8-wUMx-7GKRJpfUOKoqRx3o55SzIyAqqe-8wpukuP1ke5OXEqxTMu2Q8CN-VdPJJgHLWK1NEA/s1600/DSCN0560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDP5v1qJAH1Nw3mvuLxO7NWowoYg1wSpXwjtRhbNdcjAV5m4uaMX06GeFn_nEQ__6Hpa8-wUMx-7GKRJpfUOKoqRx3o55SzIyAqqe-8wpukuP1ke5OXEqxTMu2Q8CN-VdPJJgHLWK1NEA/s320/DSCN0560.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-63263693496993093382012-05-06T19:48:00.000-07:002012-05-06T19:48:10.672-07:00Just another Sunday...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3ehtNzmnDaFNSnleqe_jlyYB5PRlAPfzrCYIKTMCqOLChFjGRcNEm_p7x-XQI_q5PS1wxiZ0HbF514wcVVl6mfIhg6kPy0JtrXHr-Gr0skwdpnfuPZD8Z6sRP1pv_1krXAOGjjo6JVg/s1600/DSCN0548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3ehtNzmnDaFNSnleqe_jlyYB5PRlAPfzrCYIKTMCqOLChFjGRcNEm_p7x-XQI_q5PS1wxiZ0HbF514wcVVl6mfIhg6kPy0JtrXHr-Gr0skwdpnfuPZD8Z6sRP1pv_1krXAOGjjo6JVg/s320/DSCN0548.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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On Wednesday last week, Quinn went to the hospital and got her tonsils and adenoids taken out. When she woke up, I was next to her bed, and then finally in the bed holding her. When she first opened her eyes, all I saw was "crazy eyes." Anyone who has been with a child while they are coming out of anesthesia, knows what I'm talking about. They are not themselves yet. In fact, according to the OR nurses, they don't even know they're awake yet. It is not an experience I enjoy. In fact it scares me. A LOT. I had to keep talking myself out of running from the room. Sad, I know. But once they got some more pain meds into her, she calmed down and fell asleep snuggled on my lap. It was worth it to stick it out. As she lay there sleeping in my arms, I thanked Heavenly Father that I was able to be there for her-- Just grateful that this little one was sent to my care, and that I was her momma.<br />
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The next few days were rather hellish. Seriously. She learned on the first dose of pain meds that they burned BADLY on the way down. Which began a 24 hour fight, including one trip to the ER and an extra shot of morphine-- which I should mention, she hated worse than the oral pain meds. Which is eventually what helped end the fight. We finally got her to take them-- but only on HER terms. This girl is stubborn. SO so so Stubborn. (Takes after her daddy.) First, the medicine had to be dyed perfectly pink (why do they manufacture pain meds for kids that are a sickly yellowish green?? I mean really, who thought of that one?), and we were only allowed to do a quarter teaspoon at a time. AND she had to be the one to actually shoot it in her mouth, WHILE momma held her. IT was (and still is) quite the ordeal, but at least she decided that taking it was a better option that not (thank you morphine shot!). I spent that first 48 hours holding her and trying to make her feel okay about life. Enter Emilee. Without her, I would not have made it through those days. She took care of Mac. 'nough said. That girl was a lifesaver, for me, and especially for MAC. Thank you EMMY!<br />
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But Quinn eventually turned around and started drinking more than a couple ounces in 24 hours and Tyson and I's worry was able to let up-- just a bit.<br />
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I think that this experience has forever changed how Quinn views doctors, though. She has a very deep distrust of them now. It will be interesting to see how the follow-up visit goes. I am expecting lots of tears...... <br />
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<br />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-31905105722791631912012-04-30T09:30:00.000-07:002012-04-30T09:30:26.451-07:003! 3! 3?!3. That's right- Quinn is officially 3 years old. SOOOOOoooo OLD! Seriously, this girl is 3, going on 13. But I digress.... We celebrated her birthday early because we wanted her to actually ENJOY her birthday since she was scheduled to get her tonsils out 4 days before her real birthday. So we invited the Hep's and got our party on!<br />
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It was "Tangled" themed...</div>
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Please don't laugh at my first attempt with fondant. Emily tried to help me the best she could, but our tower was still leaning to the left BIG TIME by the time the party got underway....</div>
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My gorgeous little birthday girl!</div>
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I think she confused, "show me your biggest smile!" with "show me your deer-in-the-headlights look!"</div>
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LOVE this one...</div>
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blowing out the candles...</div>
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Big smiles.... it's presents time!</div>
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She got her first Book of Mormon. Yesterday, I put her down for a nap and came back 5 minutes later and found her sitting in bed reading from this little book, "Word of God. Jesus loves me."</div>
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She was actually VERY excited for this princess dress-up set.... her face just didn't get that memo....</div>
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And here's Mac, trying to recreate "UP!"</div>
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The three amigos, or is it stooges? I can't decide....</div>
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Bonnie and Miss Emmalee...</div>
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You'll notice the cat could not escape the earrings...</div>
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After presents we got out the socker boppers and all the kids went a few rounds, this one had months of aggression behind it and it was a doozy! :)</div>
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So did Cooper and Emily's, if Emily's hair is any indication....</div>
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Emily came back strong after the first bell and whooped Cooper pretty good. So he decided to pump some iron.....</div>
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before his next fight. Not that it did him much good. I think there was some pent-up aggression here as well.....</div>
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<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-43927245408219585332012-04-18T13:30:00.000-07:002012-04-18T13:30:17.870-07:00Proud mama momentCan I take a minute and just be an incredibly proud mama? Thanks.<br />
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Quinn, that ever-feiry girl, memorized the first Article of Faith. She loved doing this. We just recited it before her bedtime prayers every night for about a month and now, she is finally to where she will say it all by herself (which she loves to do!). You can watch a video of it by clicking <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=3683532367730" target="_blank">here</a><br />
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So, because of this, she was allowed to go to the store and pick out a small toy. She chose Cinderella and Prince Charming (anybody else find it odd that Cinderelly's man doesn't have an actual name?), and has not let them out of her sight yet. (okay, except for when "man" broke in half because Quinn wanted him to sit with his "grill" and it turns out he doesn't bend that way. Man, that girl can be forceful sometimes...but he was back in her loving care after a little bit of R&R and a whole lot of super glue.)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimwsn7kJBY5NfSKVK1t1N-_XESCpcsQRAI3tCWeSYHA4OIhHBtLG-e4mvS0kkHStw1lvoP85nJtVC4N0cjl2cE3H5xI5Kwjd5qh78ZwbCaVGq7pU16aGwozGTwsRkJ2AekVE1ChdLVBgE/s1600/2012-04-18_08.33.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimwsn7kJBY5NfSKVK1t1N-_XESCpcsQRAI3tCWeSYHA4OIhHBtLG-e4mvS0kkHStw1lvoP85nJtVC4N0cjl2cE3H5xI5Kwjd5qh78ZwbCaVGq7pU16aGwozGTwsRkJ2AekVE1ChdLVBgE/s320/2012-04-18_08.33.47.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I love this girl!<br />
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PS- Quinn refers to "girls" as "grills," could be a tad confusing come barbecue season....Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789817616779867217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179654817933225826.post-37765162990971669072012-04-17T14:23:00.000-07:002012-04-17T14:23:05.941-07:00WoW- what the hay?This last little while has been a tornado. A good tornado. Is that possible? Meh...<br />
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We spent three weeks living in one room in my sister's basement. Those were dark days for me. (Literally-- I mean it is a basement.) We had so many ups and downs, as we waited for "our" house to actually <span style="font-size: large;">be <span style="font-size: small;">our's, but the day did finally come. Although we love Bonnie and Shawn, and had a lot of good times while we were there, it was so nice to finally get into our own house. </span></span>Quinn hated it for the first couple weeks. There was only Momma and Macadoo to play with and mom was usually unpacking and trying to get things organized. She was constantly asking when we were going to go back to "our old house," meaning-- Bonnie and Shawn's house. But eventually (just last week), she came up to me and said, "I love our new house, mom." Me too honey, me too.<br />
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Our weekends have been filled with unpacking and organizing and power-raking our lawn. Let me tell you- that is a workout. We are beginning to feel like that one room in B&S's house was heaven. All the heavy labor and decisions were someone else's responsibility. Sometimes I long for those days. But most of the time, we are so so so happy. Easter weekend, we also had a new arrival to our home. Not the delicious-smelling kind that come with lots of snuggles and cuddles.... a much different kind. <span style="font-size: large;">This <span style="font-size: small;">kind, to be exact....</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUCVxwsfUFfULTQOusxG7D-WeYkm2mKKiNPzqn3QdJ9mfPQwxFbHonIjB85Ah_KmQXfZwrEp4tft38moShcywBWlR_3tPHHr8GjEIhI6sBhfnex3J-Q9P1E_Ooi57SmhXus2WehSCgTiE/s1600/DSCN0418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUCVxwsfUFfULTQOusxG7D-WeYkm2mKKiNPzqn3QdJ9mfPQwxFbHonIjB85Ah_KmQXfZwrEp4tft38moShcywBWlR_3tPHHr8GjEIhI6sBhfnex3J-Q9P1E_Ooi57SmhXus2WehSCgTiE/s320/DSCN0418.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Yep, the Emily kind. She is going to be staying with us all summer, which means that Tyson and I get weekly date nights-- part of the bargain. Although, I have to say I am way more excited about those date nights than Tyson seems to be. Saturday was supposed to be one of those such nights, and when I asked Tyson what he wanted to do, He just said, "Oh. I am tired. So so so tired." And the remainder of the night was spent on the couch watching Eli Stone. Oh well, C'est la vie.<br />
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As for news on our children, Mac started out the weekend with a double ear infection, and we are praying that the buck stops there and one ear infection doesn't turn into 6 in the next 6 months like it did with Quinn. But he is now on antibiotics and doing much better. Quinn has had 5 bouts of tonsilitis in the last year and is therefore scheduled to get her tonsils out next wednesday. I am downright, not-afraid-to-admit-it, <span style="font-size: large;">SCARED. <span style="font-size: small;">I am worried about how she will do with this surgery and how I will do with taking care of her needs AND Macadoo. We are just praying that all will work out. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So that is that. If you are not feeling thoroughly updated, there is something wrong with you. Becca out.</span></span><br />
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