Conner
Conner is registered for kindergarten. We have went back and forth whether to start him or not and everyone we talk to has their own opinion about what is right but ultimately it’s up to us his parents. I have prayed and fasted over it and decided to register him and if it was wrong it wouldn’t work out. Our school is year round so you get assigned to one of 4 tracks plus morning or afternoon but you get to choose what you want and they try to accommodate. I meticulously filled out all the paper work and turned it in early b/c I really wanted him to get this one teacher since she has gotten teacher of the year and a lot of awards. When I got his assignment, I was devastated. He got the one track I didn’t want and it was afternoon, which he just can’t do b/c he still needs a nap most days. He’s like his mom and needs a lot of sleep. When I read the assignment I just started bawling and was on the verge of hyperventilating. I was so upset. I figured if he got a bad assignment that was my answer to not put him in this year. So I fasted again and got the feeling that everything would work out so I went to the school and put the blame on myself and told them I must have filled something out wrong could I look at my paper to see so I won’t make the same mistake again next year. They go to get my paper and they can’t find it. It’s nowhere. They had the immunizations and birth certificate but no registration paper and they don’t know what happened so I ended up getting my second choice in tracks and the teacher has not been hired yet but they promised me it would be an experienced teacher. I feel good about it and as always the Lord knows best, although I thought did, and this is the teacher for Conner. Besides kindergarten is not going to make or break or him, it’s only 3 hours a day.
Conner still never ceases to amaze me. To get ready for kindergarten roundup I was quizzing him in case they wanted to test him so I asked him how high can you count Conner. He replies to 100. I then ask him what comes after 100 and he proceeds to count 101+. I know he can count to at least 1000 because he recognizes the pattern so I just started throwing out numbers, “What comes after 367 . . . 694 . . . 999? and he says ten hundred. Then he said mom lets count by 10’s and he counts by 10’s up past 100 and then says let’s count by 5’s and then 2’s and he could do it but got stumped on the 3’s after 18. It’s just amazing to me b/c months ago Connie mentioned to me since he liked numbers so much to teach him how to count by 2’s and so forth so I introduced it to him one day and he didn’t seem to get it so I never revisited the concept but he remembered on his own and figured it out. He has this calculator Gma Hibbert got him for his birthday that has a quizzing feature so he goes around all day quizzing me on math problems and when I get sick of it and turn it to him, he usually gets them right (addition and subtraction)
Conner is totally into bowling right now ever since we took him to the bowling alley. He plays with our set and loves to play it on the “wii” when we let him. When I don’t he’ll draw bowling lanes with pins on paper and somehow play that way. He’s getting more and more into sports. Last Saturday I came inside from outdoors and he was sitting in front of the tv watching golf and later on he was watching basketball.
Sammy
Sam is doing pretty good with his potty training. I had to put him back in pull ups after a couple bm accidents. On Saturday I was talking to my dad on the phone and I hear water running in the bathroom so I go look and Sam had had an accident and was trying to clean himself up. He had poop from one end of the bathroom to the other. It was so disgusting and my little Sam was just trying to take care of the mess himself.
Mikey
Mikey is hitting the Mr. Independent stage. No longer wants to drink out of a sippy cup but demands a real cup like everyone else. He usually will just slam a sippy to the floor. The other day I had given him a sippy with some milk in it to try and tide him over while I got his breakfast ready. He took one drink and growled and threw it to the floor. I picked it up and gave it back and threw it down again. I tried one more time and again he threw it down. I thought to myself you stubborn little twerp, I don’t want to start my day off like this, please be sweet. He refused to drink out of it so I gave up and fed him his oatmeal and gave him some water. The next day, Neil took a swig of Mikey’s milk and immediately spit it out. It had gone sour. I never drink the whole milk. It wasn’t even expired so I don’t know what happened there. Then I felt bad that I got mad at Mikey for throwing his sippy when it was filled with sour milk. I’d do the same thing.
Mikey loves to put his shoes on and it must be because he knows he’s going somewhere then. He is saying so many words, but I’m probably the only one who understands him. I think he’s my earliest talker. Sam and Mike are usually the best of buds when they are not fighting over the trains. Mikey also likes to color and somehow he finds pens, markers, crayons that I don’t. He’s written on the wall, carpet, couches everywhere. I only buy washable but I haven’t found our crayons so they have nonwashable crayons so we have lots of marks now. I really wanted to replace the carpet in the family room because it is trashed but I’m like why. Wait a couple years until the kids get a little older so it will stay nice for at least a little bit.
Neil and I
Well the biggest change in my life is that I am watching a newborn baby girl. How sweet is that. I feel bad that she has to put up with my boys. I have watched her for 3 days and she is a complete angel. I thought my boys were good but she tops them. She’s a newborn so sleeps most of the time but has hardly even said a peep when she was awake. She loves the swing. The hard part is I watch her several Saturdays and Sundays and those aer family days and with the summer coming up we are often gone. Lindsay the mother is hoping to get a new position that would be M-F 8-5, so that would be awesome. If that happens, I’ll only watch her 3 days a week. Sam absolutely adores her and wants to help out so much by pushing her in the swing, getting her pacifier or diapers or whatever. Friday, she started to cry when I was getting her bottle ready and Sam came running, “Mommy, mommy something wrong with the baby, I’ll sing to her.” He was so concerned and sang the ABC’s to her. Mikey also really likes her but I’ve got to watch him like a hawk. So far so good.
We’ve been thinking about finishing the last room in the basement so we’re getting some bids. It will be a playroom in the end. I’m really excited but Saturday we took our car in to get tires and were told there was an additional $1000 worth of stuff that needed to be fixed. I was blown away. We had a guy in our ward look at it and he thought we could get by for awhile so hopefully when my dad comes out he can teach Neil how to fix a few of the problems. There goes some of my money for the basement. We’re also contemplating whether to just get a different car.
Allergies. I am going crazy. My eyes itch all the time. I can’t wear eye makeup and have to pull my bangs back. The boys seem to have allergies too. I’m just sick, I’ve lived in Utah for 13 years and have never had a problem. It’s probably the 15 trees in our backyard that I wish weren’t there. I went to the eye doctor and prescribed me some drops but they are not helping a whole lot. He said it takes a week or two to fill their total affect so I’ve still got my fingers crossed.
Neil and I are slowly making some friends in the ward so that fills good.
I bought a new swim suit online from Land's End to match some long board shorts I got. I know I've gained a little weight but when I put it on it was the most unflattering thing. The top is like a surgical bandage and totally flattened my chest. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it. It's very modest and matches my shorts which I have to wear in the water so we'll see. I've got to get in shape though. I hate wearing bathing suits. I am just so self conscious. I had Neil move the treadmill up to the bedroom so we'll see if I actually ever get on it. My metabolism has finally slowed down like my mother always warned.
Ryan and Heather are officially engaged and are getting married July 18th in the Newport Beach temple. I’m so excited and can’t wait to take the boys to the beach!
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