Saturday, October 22, 2016

We've been in Burbank for almost 3 months now.  I still feel like we aren't quite settled, like we haven't quite hit our groove.  Maybe that's because I've decided I want to be more clean and organized but I'm naturally not a very tidy or organized person.  My battles are constantly with how dirty my house is (we've only been here for 3 months! How is it possible that the walls are dirty already?!?).  One morning I'll make the kids brush their teeth and do their hair before we leave the house and the next 3 mornings I'm throwing them out of the door to get Henry to school on time without any mention of dental hygiene.  Some evenings I've prepped dinner at noon and I've got a masterpiece waiting on the table as the hubs comes home from work.  More evenings I throw the kids at him as he walks in the door while I try to cook a meal in 15 minutes because it's already 6:30 and everyone is starving and it's just too hard to get water boiling when you're the only adult in the house with 3 monkeys hanging off you.  

I use the term "throwing" my kids not literally.  In my head I want to literally throw them.  But I don't.  Just so you know.

MT loves the job.  And for some reason that's making a big difference for me.  During school he would often have to meet deadlines and stay in late working on projects or papers that he dreaded.  It always bummed me out.  Now that he's doing something he loves, learning, and making great connections I feel less mad when he's gone late.  Maybe it's just because it's a new situation.  Maybe 6 months down the road it'll be much harder when he's gone so much.  Or maybe it's because it's Disney.  If he was working for some other company I may be less inclined to let them work my husband for so long.  Maybe... but for now, its feelin good.

JH has started kindergarten and karate and is almost 6. He's learning to read.  He loves karate and it's helping him grow mentally and physically.  It's so fun to watch him.  I don't have him all the way figured out yet.  Sometimes, he is outgoing, talkative, and excited about everything.  Other times he's quite, reserved, and nervous about those around him.  I'm sure it's just him figuring out who he is but I wish he could always be confident in who he is and his abilities.  He often gets caught up in being the best or winning and all I want is for him to know how great I think he is.

KE is her own woman.  We enrolled her in a dance class to give her something to look forward to with all the changes.  She LOVES it.  She spends most of her days dressing up as a ballerina, making beds and carriages for babies, and watching netflix.  Not really my cup of tea but she's strong, opinionated, and likes food so we've got that to bond over.  I'm hoping maybe she'll try out karate or soccer when the time comes.  She is kind, thoughtful, and so creative.  I can't wait to see what she becomes.  I've got her figured out though.  All you have to do is compliment her and she'll do what you want... I'll need to alter her thinking at some point... but I'm too tired right now.  There's too much going on.  Maybe next month.

SR is officially running for baby of the family (not that he needs to).  The first 10 months of his life I spent most of my time explaining to people that he is the BEST baby ever.  I've had two other kids so I know.  But ever since he learned how to walk... I don't know how to finish this sentence.  I think he wants to kill me.  He is always running, throwing, jumping, ripping, hitting, retaliating, breaking, falling, smashing, screaming, crying, yelling, tackling, pushing, kicking, destroying... and I feel like I could go on but you get the point.  It's exhausting.  "Bippo" for hippo. "ouse" for micky mouse. "gulp gulp" for milk.  "BeeBee" for blanket.  "Are ers" for Star Wars.  He's also in the learning words phase so he wants to be understood but how am I supposed to know that grunting means he wants to watch Zootopia.  How am I supposed to know that "meer" means come here right now or I might lose my mind!  And even as I write the longest paragraph in this post about the difficulty of raising this kid... I can still say he is the sweetest kid I've ever met.  He often tries to feed his toys food.  He's my snuggle kid (and my other kids would hardly touch me at this age).  He runs to me if he get scared.  He smiles the most genuine smile to anyone he meets.  Waves to the garbage trucks that are constantly going up our street (seriously, it's like, every day).  I just love him so much.  I just also really want him to learn English and to stop giving me an ulcer.  

I don't know how to write the paragraph about me.  I'm tired.  I'm happy.  I love our new apartment.  It's old and squeaky and small but it's where I spend my days.  I've got the walls filled with pictures of fun times.  I signed up with the YMCA because they'll watch my kids for 2 hours while I work out.  I never work out for 2 hours but the thought of being able to is nice.  I'm trying to lose 3 babies worth of weight.  Starting with drinking more water, working out 5 days a week, eating smaller portions, and not eating past 8pm.  It's been a week... and I weigh the same.  So, that's going super great.  I guess I feel better though... so that's good, right?  right?  I need to find me here in Burbank.  At Stanford I had volleyball, part time jobs, and lots of friends.  I'll find me... it just might take a minute.

We have Disneyland.  And really, it is amazing to be able to go there.  We're finding the gems.  We're learning about the real detail that goes into the Disney name.  I feel happy when we are there... so we go often.  

My thoughts turned into a report unexpectedly... but at least I got something down.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Pre- Newborn Post

If I'm being honest with you, I'm not scared to have this baby.  I know when I start feeling contractions again I'll have a freak out moment of "why would I put myself through this pain AGAIN".  But that kind of pain is temporary.

I am scared to have 3 kids.  As I near the end of this pregnancy, I'm realizing just how many shortcomings I have as a mother.  A lot of it, right now, has to do with how tired I am and how pathetic I feel.  But I'm going to be even more tired and more pathetic when this little guy gets here.  HOW IN THE WORLD AM I SUPPOSED TO RAISE 3 KIDS?!?  I grew up in a family of 6 kids... and I'm pretty sure my mom is either a wizard or has an identical twin sister.  HOW IN THE WORLD DID SHE DO IT?!?

I'm scared out of my mind but so excited.  We really felt like it was a good time to have another kid.  And I think Henry and Kate will bond even more with the arrival of this baby.  So, even though I cringe at the thought of more sleepless nights, those painful weeks of breastfeeding, diaper change after diaper change, and recovering from childbirth, I know it is going to be ok.  I am so lucky to be able to have 3 kids.  I can do it.  I can do hard things.  With the help of family, friends, and of course my Heavenly Father and Savior. 

For those of you that don't know, I'm in Arizona and I'm going to have the baby here (We're renting out our place in Cali).  It's nice to be surrounded by family, especially during the holidays.  There are some really nice perks when your husband is a student (4 week winter break!).  I'm due the 21st of December.  That means I have 10 days left.  But if you know my children... they like my womb.  So, I'm just planning on having this kid in 3 weeks. 

We spent Thanksgiving in Utah with the in-laws.  It snowed!  We love the snow.  It was so nice to see family, catch up, and get some date time with the hubby.  

Just thought I should write a little bit before I take the plunge into the 3 kid club.  Please pray for me!  Heaven knows I'm going to need it.  I'll post pictures when it happens :)

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Update of the last year?

Just kidding, I wouldn't do that to you guys.  How about our last trip we went on :)  Ok.  We always fly Southwest.  They have cheaper tickets, 2 free bags per person, and they usually let Henry say hi to the pilots.

We went to Arizona first for my sister, Ali's, wedding.  And guess what?  I only took 3 pictures.  Kicking myself now but it was a busy and fun week.  Something about seeing my dad sleep next to my son pulls at my heart strings.  Love these guys.

Grammy has a huge sink which makes a perfect little bathtub :)

These two leaving the reception... It makes me so happy to see my sister so happy.  It was a really great day to start off the rest of forever :)

Then we went to Cache Valley.  We went to Logan's Hero's sandwich shop.  I got the Rogers Sandwich!  It was actually pretty good :)

I got to meet my first niece, Eleanor, or "baby lella" as Kate says it.  She is probably the most well behaved and cutest little baby I've ever met.  

The boys went on a camping trip.  MT is exactly like his "Pa".  It's so fun to see them together.  Also, note how both MT and my father-in-law have iphone outlines on their pants.  Weirdos.

A photo from the camping trip :)  Sometimes I wonder what this little guy is going to be like when he grows up... and then I see pictures like this and I know he'll be just like his dad.  No shame in who he is, no sense of fashion, and incredibly funny!

A shot from my in-laws back yard.  Just makes me really really happy.

Meeting and holding baby Eleanor.  He was so enthralled with her and was so sweet.

This girl (Kate) was head over heals with baby Eleanor.  She loved her toes, fingers, nose, ears and eyes.  It was so precious to see her interact with her new cousin.  I have predictions they will be really great friends one day.

This is a little bit of a dream come true for me.  I want J Henry to love and appreciate his country/cowboy roots so badly.  He sat on the horse by himself while papa led him around.  I was one proud mom.

And this girl made it on for her first time too!  So much happy!

Waiting for the rain to fall :)

Tony Grove.  Beauty all around and the kids loved it.

Everyone was tuckered out.

Rides on the rhino!!!

JH loved it :)

Overall, Arizona and Utah were so much fun.  Thanks to families for making it a great time.  

Saturday, October 4, 2014

You know you are pregnant when...

  • people you don't even know-and even those you do- comment on your weight, size, and body shape without the slightest inclination of what they are actually saying.  (i.e. "You're getting big!"  "You're having a boy right?  I could tell because all the weight is in the front.")
  • you almost cry when you are talking to your daughter about not biting mom in the stomach... because it hurts.
  • Heart Freaking Burn- all the time.
  • that event you've had on your calendar for weeks and even updated the night before?  You miss it.  Why?  Because you forgot.
  • soda always sounds good.  Until after, when you get heart burn from it.
  • you become skilled at picking things up with your toes so you don't have to bend over.
  • you go from drinking water to almost peeing your pants in 2 minutes.
  • you are constantly trying not to throw up or gag.
  • tired is an understatement.
  • you're pretty sure your lung got readjusted by a roundhouse kick... because it's completely possible to readjust lungs people.
Don't worry, there are some good things too:
  • you don't have your period!
  • people generally try to be nicer to you (let you take their seats when there aren't any or offer to help lift things)
  •  you think you're saving money because you don't have to pay for birth control. (but actually you're spending more money on those ice cream bars)

Monday, January 6, 2014

Mr. Rogers... Duh.

My youngest sister, Emmee, and I were playing a game called Heads Up.  It's really fun, the game gives you a word and you have to describe it without saying the word and the other person guesses it.  I had to describe "Mr. Rogers".  I'm like, he lives in your neighborhood.  He sings "it's such a good feeling to know you're alive"(I sung it in the right tune too).  I give her some other obvious clues.  She stares at me blank faced.  The round ends.  I'm like, Mr. Rogers!  Duh.  AND SHE STILL DOESN'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.  My sister, Emmee Rogers, doesn't know who Mr. Rogers is!?!  We don't have any relation but how does any kid not know who Mr. Rogers is?  And now as a parent... he's pretty much the best guy ever.  He talks about how it's ok to be angry.  He talks about how your thoughts and feelings are yours and only yours.  He talks about how glad he is that you are different.  He talks about everyday things like buying shoes and listening to music and feeding fish and make believe.  He just plain rocks.  I'm just sad to know that the next generation of kids don't have Mr. Rogers.  Who tells them that it's ok to be who they are?  Who shows them how crayons are made?  The Disney Channel (I love Disney but that channel is not doing anyone favors)?  Nick Jr?  Parents are a good and big(est) influence but you've gotta have some back-up!  Please tell me there is another Mr. Rogers in this world...

Monday, December 30, 2013

Let's Just pretend it hasn't been over 3 months...

Guys, we are on our third round of sickness this winter.  THIRD!  I get being sick once, it happens.  But why has my and my children's bodies not learned to just keep the darn antibodies on guard at all times?  You get a week of "sweet everyone is feeling better" and then the fevers and runny noses and coughs start.  It's just annoying.

I ran my first half marathon a couple weeks ago.  It felt so great.  Especially since after Kate was born I started out barely being able to run a mile.  I had this little desire to run a marathon... and after the half marathon decided that I no longer have that desire.  I really admire those that do but it would take my body a long time to get to the point where it wouldn't break under that distance.  And I just don't like running that much.  I like running for about an hour then it's just not enjoyable after that. 

Henry is potty trained! Hallelujah (side note- I should really learn how to spell that word because I say it pretty frequently and always have to auto correct it).  It happened a week before his 3rd birthday.  Enough of his friends (mostly younger than him) had already been trained.  So, that peer pressure, the stars being aligned, my frustration with changing diapers- there's a difference between baby poop and real people poop.  He was pooping real people stuff and that's just nasty- and him finally being ready made it all happen.  He's mostly trained through the night too.  Whenever I let him drink water before he goes to bed I always regret it!  We still remind him to go often because he'd rather dance for 45 minutes trying to hold it then just go right away.  It's like, duh, if you go now you'll be more comfortable.  But he doesn't get it I guess.  Whatevs.  I'm just happy I don't have to change his diaper anymore!

MT has been plugging away at school.  He's still got a year left of classes and then a couple more years of research after that.  I know what your thinking, is he ever going to get out of school?  The answer is maybe.  ha.  MT is really really really good at school.  Approximately 500% better than I am.  He likes it too.  It's weird to think he'll be 30 when we're finally done but he'll have a Bachelors of Science, Master of Science, and a PhD under his belt.  Hopefully all this school will lead to a fulfilling job.  MT really wants to make a difference in the world.  To help people.  And I think he will.

Kate is still probably the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on.  Something about her long thick hair and that sweet chubby face makes her irresistible.  She'd probably be even cuter if I knew how to do her hair but that is a work in progress.  I can just hear her when she's 15 and looking at baby pictures, "Mom, what were you doing with my hair?  Did you ever comb it?  Was I abandoned?"  And that's when I'll teach her that I was busy building her character instead of doing her hair.  Oh man, I just thought of that line!  I really gotta remember that one. 

Speaking of hair, I have grey ones.  And it's pretty noticeable when I pull my hair back.  I'm 24 people.  I've never dyed my hair and don't want to start now (no time, energy, or money).  I'm just going to ride it out for a while and maybe it'll go away.

We had Thanksgiving in Utah and Christmas in Arizona this year.  We are so lucky to have the family we do- my family and my in-laws.  Seriously, I love spending time with them.  Maybe living away from family for the past 5 years has been a positive thing.  I don't take those most important for granted.  It's been a wonderful year (probably because last year at this time I was working full time, in school, pregnant, and exhausted). 

There's a quick update.  Now I can go into 2014 not feeling guilty! Hallelujia - see, I spell it wrong every time!

Friday, September 20, 2013

My Grandpa Rogers

My grandpa passed away on Sunday.  Him and my grandma were/are the biggest influences on our family and by family I mean my immediate family and my cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.  Of course, there is the fact that none of us would be here with out them... but its more than that.    My sister dressed up as my grandpa for Halloween once.  My grandpa would go to the "fathers and sons" camping outing as much as he could.  He went to all the sports events- as long as he wasn't in the hospital.  He was a legend, legacy, and patriarch that touched his children, their children (me), and their children's (my) children.  I grew up looking up to this man and didn't realize until later in life that not everyone has that.  I feel blessed to have known him.  Now, I don't mean to improperly describe him here.  He was probably the most inappropriate and loudest piece of country you'd ever come across.  Over the past little bit, he had some pretty low times and we thought we'd lose him.  I firmly believe that was him messing with the family.  That's just his personality.  Hey, look guys, get sad because I'm gonna die.  Oh wait, a week later I'm back to walking around and yelling at referees.  It's just how he was... He loved it.  And I loved him for it.  

During one of the "low" times I wrote down some of my favorite memories of him.  I want to share them here.  ***There will be swearing.  Grandpa wouldn't have it any other way.

-I told my Grandpa I was dating Morgan.  He asked to see a picture.  He looked and the only thing he said was, "Oh shit"

-Per tradition, he brought a shotgun to our wedding, and told Morgan he'd better take care of me or he'd hunt him down

-He was always singing, "She's got a freckle on her butt, she's pretty.  I watched her ass she turned the corner."

-He'd often say, "you look like you've been drinking muddy water" Never quite sure what that actually meant

-He was always yelling at sports games.  Even if he couldn't see a damn thing he'd be yelling "Clabberhead, get your eyes checked!"

-Once he heard Morgan's last name- Pope- he's only referred to him as 'Ol Poke.

-During my games, when it was quiet, he'd yell, "Sadi my lady!"

-Most everyday, him and my grandma would pick me up from half day kindergarten and we'd go straight to Taco Bell.  I'd get 2 double deckers and pinto and cheese

-I once was complaining about how hard volleyball practice was, he simply said, "Why don't you come suck my titty little baby."  I was scarred for life and learned to not complain around him ever again.  

-I wasn't present for this, but one time, he accidentally threw his keys in the dumpster and went in after them- he was like 80 years old and it was blazing hot in Arizona.  He got stuck.  Bahaha.  Every time I think about it I start laughing so hard.

-He'd always tell us about how a long time ago, when Arizona was mostly under water, him and Buffalo Bill Cody rowed around in a boat and painted the tops of the mountains- that's why you see all the cool layered colors on the mountains.

Oh man, I can think of a million more stories about him.  

He was the richest man I ever knew.  No, not rich in money.  He has 5 children, 30 grandchildren, and 44 great-grandchildren.  Every single one of us knew that man.  He supported us, told us dirty jokes, and loved us better than any other dad, grandpa, and great grandpa ever could.  

I miss you.  Thank you for raising our family with God's influence.  You're faith and love has guided so many to love God.  And thank you for teaching us that we'll all be together again.

Oh, and I must spread the message he told everyone.