29 Weeks

29 weeks along now.
29 weeks and 2 days.

This morning I realized that I needed some 29 week belly shots and the easiest way to get them is using the mirror…


But then I noticed it was cloudy outside and asked Brooklyn if she’d take a couple pictures of me and she very happily said yes (she really loves taking pictures).

And despite having a super crazy day filled with lots of chaos I didn’t take any other pictures, so I guess that’s all for now!

We’re Out

Sierra had another dentist appointment today. The office we go to doesn’t do more than one filling at a time and Sierra had two cavities so… two appointments.
~Side note- the dentist told me that since Sierra was super sick around the time her molars came in when she was 2 her molars are super weak. The dentist thought she might need one capped but the cavity wasn’t as bad as they thought. However, even with daily brushing and flossing they think she might need to have it capped at some point.
Had you ever heard about that, kids being sick when their molars coming in leads to weak teeth?
Brooklyn and Payson have great, strong teeth and neither of them were sick when their teeth came in so… hmm.

Anyway, I think I mentioned last time that when I was a kid my mom took me to get a frosty after a dentist appointment and I loved it so much that I decided to do that with my kids. We went today after Sierra’s appointment.

It was super slow at Wendy’s (only one other person) which I was so thankful for because I absolutely hate busy restaurants and stores. Heck, anytime there are lots of people I’m annoyed, like I’ve blogged about before.



Payson had a huge tantrum when I split a large fries up between the kids. Apparently he thought he should have all the fries to himself.

It took me a couple minutes to get him to calm down. I actually took all the fries back and pointed out which pile was for which person and then asked him if he wanted “Payson’s fries?” and then had him ask me nicely for them, which he did (because I’ve been doing this a LOOOOOOT this week) and when I gave them back he was just fine with the sharing. *sigh*

After Wendy’s we drove home. It started to rain and the temperatures were only in the high 90s. They still are and it’s SUCH a relief!

We stopped for fifteen minutes and just walked around in the desert a little bit.


We could’ve stayed out longer, the kids were having fun, but I was so dizzy I was literally seeing stars and I was worried I might faint if I didn’t get home and rest and drink water.



The kids sat on this log and Brooklyn asked me to take a picture of them. Um, of course I will!

Is it really the end of Monday?

I can’t believe that it’s 5:30pm right now! I’ve been up since 6:30 since I had a root canal appointment bright and early. You’d think today would have felt like it lasted for an eternity but it flew by.
The kids, seeing me in pain and totally numb and unable to talk well for over 5 hours, decided to be complete terrors today. They were on their worst behavior, hitting each other, yelling at each other, getting into things they weren’t supposed to. It was nuts. I’d think seeing your mom feeling so awful would make you want to treat her with kindness but my kids don’t think that.

Thank heaven for building blocks. For some odd reason both girls were obsessed with them today and played with them almost all day. In between being rude to each other and me, of course.

Payson went from room to room trying to kill himself or annoy everyone. He seriously fell like ten times today. Several of those were him just tripping over himself in his angry tantrums. Tantrums over walking up to Brooklyn or Sierra and trying to steal a toy they are playing with and being upset when they wouldn’t let him.

He also spent lots of time putting his shoes on and then coming to me and crying for me to take them off. Then he’d come back to me minutes later and cry until I put them on.
This is a daily thing.

I’ve been trying to mellow him out by focusing a lot on using words and signs instead of screaming and whining and crying, which he prefers.
After I take his shoes off or put them on I have him say, “Thank you, mommy.”

In this next picture he was saying, “Yay!”

After uploading those pictures from the white mountains yesterday I was feeling yucky about how my hair looked.
I hated the red, especially since the roots were so much lighter than the ends. So I decided to dye it back to brown. Problem was, I stupidly didn’t check the box and bought non-permanent hair dye, which doesn’t work well for me 😛

I’ll try dyeing it again in a month and use permanent dye and see if I can get it to some normal-ish color. I just want my old plain old brown back.

And lastly, here’s a video clip of Sierra sleeping in the car Saturday on our drive. Her carseat’s head rest (which doesn’t come off) pushes her head too far forward and makes it hard for her to keep her head up 🙁

Exploring the White Mountains

Allan thought it would be fun to go up to the white mountains yesterday so we packed some food and diapers and piled into the car.



It took us 4 hours to get there and that drive was a little bit much but once we were out of the car in the 70 degree weather it was all worth it.




We stopped near Greer, AZ and played around at the head waters of the Little Colorado River.

It looked like a small creek where we were. It was so gorgeous with all the green.




We were planning on just hanging out near the water, eating lunch and throwing rocks.


The girls threw a little bit of their sandwiches to the fish. Fish we never actually saw, except a dead one near the road.


It took Payson only a couple of minutes to go running straight into the water with his socks and shoes on. We hadn’t planned that, but oh well.
And within a minute or two of walking in the water, he was sitting in the water, too.




Allan was first to cross the log bridge.



And Brooklyn wanted to try her balancing skills, too.

This was around the time Payson’s pants were taken off as he’d soaked them so completely.


I handed my camera off to Allan and he took the next six pictures:





We’ll probably get him his own camera as soon as we can afford it. He actually liked photography long before he met me.

Brooklyn took this one of me carrying Payson.

Before heading home we stopped in Pinetop Lakeside to eat dinner. The employees at KFC ignored us for a good ten minutes before the manager came to the front and took our order and then the food was pretty darn nasty and the place was a bit stinky… not the best dining experience.

The last item of business before the long drive home was to fill ‘er up.
And then we drove and drove and drove and got home after midnight and struggled to get cranky, crying kids to bed and then ate a peanut butter cracker before brushing teeth and flopping into bed.

Ariana Talks A Lot

This is a very long, very journal-like post. I mostly wrote it for myself because hello life you can suck a lot sometimes and this, this ↓ long story is why! (There are some pictures at the end if you want to skip ahead to them!)

We needed produce and eggs.
I gathered the kids up. I dressed them. I brushed their hair. We piled into the hot car in our hot garage and headed off down the highway.
We arrived at Costco. Costco is the best place around here for produce. And eggs. And bread.
The kids were hungry and I thought it was a great idea that they were because we ate lunch before shopping. In my mind this brilliant idea would insure full, happy bellies while shopping.
Payson was hungry. Too hungry to wait for me to pay.
To pay and then fill our water cups and then get napkins and heaven forbid… straws.
That is five minutes of hunger that was too much for him and he let me know this very clearly by screaming at the top of his lungs the whole time.
Next time mommy will bring snacks for the five minute wait.
We finally sat at a table and got everything set up and started eating.
Despite me cutting Payson’s hot dog into tiny bites he started choking. When he chokes he cries until he coughs it up and then he screams. Oh how he screams.
Why was he choking?
I was giving him one little piece of hot dog at a time. He didn’t think that was good enough and lunged and grabbed a handful, full, of hot dog pieces and shoved them all in his mouth and then chewed once or twice and swallowed.
Have I ever talked about how much of a glutton this child is?
He is.
So once he’s choking I bend him forward and smack his back until he opens his mouth and I pull all the food out of his mouth with my finger.
His only thought after all of this is how terrible a mother I am for taking his food and he lunges forward to grab the spit-out food off his plate and shove it in his mouth again.
The food is nasty (I won’t go into details because, yuck) so I throw it away! JUST THAT BITE.
There is still the majority of his hotdog left but he doesn’t care at all. He’s screaming.
As he’s screaming he has drool and little food bits flying out of his mouth so I wipe his face.
Bad idea.
He hits me and screams, “let go!!” (his favorite thing to say to his sisters to get them to get away from him) and so I put the napkin on my empty plate.
Bad idea.
He wants that napkin.
Duh.
At this point I’m feeling like throwing everything on the table in the trash and heading home.
But I drove over 30 miles just to go to Costco, people, that won’t work!
So I take a second to shove down all my frustration at his screaming and crankiness and I tell him, “Payson do you want the napkin?” And I hold it out to him and continue, “then you be nice to mommy. You be soft to mommy. Say, ‘napkin, please.'”
He pushes the napkin away but has calmed down.
I put the napkin back on my plate and he whines.
I don’t look at him.
He says, “kin, peez?”
I hand him the napkin. He finishes his food while the girls and I sit and wait, giving each other raised eyebrow looks and glancing at the people around us to see if his (in total) 2 minute freak out had been as annoying to all of them as I was thinking.
No one seemed to care and most people smiled at me.
Payson finishes and I stick him back in the cart and buckle him in and he gives me a huge smile.
That boy!!
I tiredly head over to do some quick shopping.
We have to stop at the book section because… *ahem* I have a little bit (lot) of a book problem.
I spy some freaking awesome sticker books for $7.99 and immediately put them in my cart. I think I’ll return the ones I got for $12 and $14 at Target! Woohoo. (Sticker books are great for the kids while I have my OB appointments.)
While I’m putting the sticker books in my cart Payson has grabbed a book off the shelf, opened it and torn out a piece.
The book is a $7.99 piece of crap pop-up book. UGH. Why does he have to ruin a piece of crap book? I wouldn’t even mind that I’m forced to buy something if it was nice but this was honestly the stupidest book in the children’s section! Grr.
I head away from the book section to go get produce. We get berries and broccoli and lettuce.
Then we go towards the frozen section for eggs and I cringe as I see the employees lined up with samples. I HATE samples. They are almost never gluten free and if the girls get one Payson FREAKS out and if the girls don’t get one THEY freak out. 😛
There are rice chips on one table so I tell them they can have those. That makes them happy. Whew.
And I buy the rice chips because any quick snacks for Payson are awesome.
I hurry as fast as I can to the eggs and grab a carton (18 organic brown eggs for $5!!) and then get the heck out of there.
In the baking aisle I grab a bag of sugar and Payson stops chewing on the bag of rice chips (yes, chewing on it, trying to open it) and throws the bag out of the cart angrily. And the second it hits the ground he starts crying, “Chips! Chips!”
I put the chips in the cart and he whines louder, “Chips! Chips!”
I tell him, “Payson we’re going home. We’ll eat chips at home.”
He calms down and says, “Home, chips!”
So we checkout and the girls fight over who gets to hold the receipt even though we were just at Costco on Monday and Brooklyn is well aware that it’s Sierra’s turn.
Brooklyn attempts to fix this problem by handing Sierra everything in sight so that Sierra’s hands are full so… she can’t hold the receipt.
Sierra realizes Brooklyn’s plan and starts to cry.
I take the crap from Sierra (a lollipop stick, the ripped out pages from that stupid book Payson ruined, and a stuffed bunny) and give her the receipt.
Brooklyn stomps and pouts all the way to the car.
It is 108 degrees.
I load the groceries into the car, get Payson buckled while the girls buckle themselves and head out of Costco. Relieved to be going home and hoping that the air conditioner actually starts blowing cold air soon.
And then a few seconds later I remember I need to get gas.
I do a u-turn. It’s clear on the road and I don’t even turn fast at all but the eggs, which I’d set on the top of the raspberry box in my hurry to get out of the parking lot, go flying off the seat onto the ground below. The box is open and I see egg dripping down.
I pull over in an empty parking lot and feel extremely glad that I just restocked my diaper bag with baby wipes, disinfectant wipes and tissues yesterday! And only one egg broke! Miracle.
I clean it all up… did I mention it’s 108?
The smell of the raw egg makes me gag. I don’t know what to do with the egg carton because it’s leaking.
I take the cartons of raspberries out of their box and put the carton of eggs in there.
I climb back in the car and turn around to go get stupid gas.
It’s hot. I don’t want to get out of the car and stand in the sun 🙁

Finally I am done and finally I drive home and ten minutes into the drive the air conditioner finally starts to blow cold air.
Payson falls asleep on the way home and the girls are pretty mellow.
That all ends when we get home.
I pull into the garage and tell the girls (like I do every single time we get home), “Go in the house, do not stop in the laundry room.”
They always stop in the laundry room (where our garage door leads) and just stand in there, right in the way as I try to unload groceries!
So, as they’re going inside they’re asking, “Mom, can you get me water, I’m SO thirsty. With ice! And I need a snack.”
“Mom, can we read a book? Can we play with our new sticker books? Mom, can we color?”
I tell them, “Go get yourself some water and when I’m done unloading the groceries I’ll add ice to it. Don’t ask me anything else until I’m done bringing the groceries in.” (The cold groceries all have water droplets on the outside of them and feel room temperature and all I want to do is get them in the freaking fridge!)
I get Payson out of the car and set him in the house.
He stands inside the door crying. Like always.
I just need to bring in the few cold items and I’m hurrying. The girls have started up asking me questions again.
I am carrying one of the boxes piled with food in when Payson runs at me, knocking a huge box of yogurt off the pile onto his own face.
And he starts screaming, of course.
I set the box down and pick Payson up.
The girls are still asking me for things even though they are watching everything including their brother get hurt! Who cares, they want to color!
I say (yell), “The next person who says one word to me goes to bed right this second and I mean it!”
I go get Payson a cold bottle of rice milk and strip his clothes off.
He sits with me rubbing his eye and I’m relieved when I see that the only cut he got is on his eyebrow. The yogurt box was heavy! Freaking dangerous.
Once he’s calmed I put ice in the girls’ drinks and give all the kids raspberries. The girls also get yogurt and Payson gets a boiled egg.
I put away all the cold food and get myself a glass of water. The kids have eaten all their food and Brooklyn tells me she can smell that Payson’s pooped.
I change the 30th diarrhea diaper of the week. Payson, as he always does, kicks me in the stomach while I try to clean his butt and I get poop on my hand.
I wash my hands, finish putting away the not-cold food and give Payson a book and give the girls some worksheets and get myself some raspberries and sit down to type.
The kids interrupt my less than ten minutes of typing about a hundred times. Ok, without exaggerating at least 25 times. Sierra can finish a kindergarten worksheet in five seconds and Brooklyn likes to talk nonstop while doing hers. Things like, “Mommy, I’m writing an ‘a’ on this paper because I’m writing sand.”
And if I don’t respond with something better than, “great, Brooklyn.” she’s not a very happy child. *sigh*

And it’s now 5:30pm. I have to freaking make dinner now. I am so tired!! I honestly want to go to bed right this second and I could and I would be asleep in ten seconds and I would sleep through until… 4am when I wake up every single stinking morning not able to sleep anymore because of my leg cramps.

And this is my life. The End.

(As I loaded the pictures to this post with Payson on my lap I was tickling him and he was giggling like crazy and my gosh it’s the cutest sound in the world.)

So those pictures? I managed a few surprisingly…
Watching the muffins being packaged at the Costco bakery.

Watching muffins being packaged is very thrilling.

Payson in front of racks of poison.

“Yeah I threw those chips on the floor. What are you going to do about it?”

Gross.

108 is 30 degrees too hot for this 7-month pregnant lady.

“Why do you have to bring the food in? Why do you torture me so, mother?”

Brooklyn said of her greek yogurt, “My yogurt tastes like barf.” But she ate 2/3 of it so I guess barf is tasty?

I love that my kids love raspberries!

I’ve never been so happy to see a cut on my child’s eyebrow. So thankful it didn’t get his eyeball!!

Very in the Moment

The girls and I have been spending the mornings doing school together. Payson joins us, scribbling all over the girls’ worksheets after they’ve completed them. Sometimes they freak out about it and want to save a particular worksheet but most of the time they don’t mind him getting to reuse them.
Today he was coloring in a notepad and he put his crayons in the punched holes and the girls were telling him how clever he was and what a good job he did.

I think he was surprised by the reaction to something so simple. But boy did he soak up the attention.

The girls ran off to play in Brooklyn’s room and Payson and I did something we do every single day, multiple times a day. I lay on the floor and he comes and sits right next to me and we just cuddle. I am so happy that he loves to cuddle so much. We spend a lot of our time together just staring into each other’s eyes and whispering things to each other. I love in the middle of times like that when he’s feeling so connected and he touches my face and whispers, “mama” and smiles and just sits looking into my eyes.
Perfect moment.

There are many times when he and I get alone time and spend it playing all kinds of fun, crazy games. Or we spend it learning… he loves flashcards and books and puzzles and workbooks as much as his sisters do.
But then there are also lots of times where we’re just sitting together and talking with lots of breaks for hugs. These moments fill my soul like nothing else.

The kid loves socks and shoes. I’m pretty sure he was trying to take mine off so that he could wear them. lol


Back in 2007, before Payson was conceived or Allan and I had decided to have a third child, one day I had a vision of sorts about Payson. It really wasn’t at all like a vision, though. It was more like a memory I’d forgotten and just remembered and the memory was of my son and a glimpse into our relationship and I had this sudden ache of missing him. It was that day I decided that we absolutely had to have a third child.
We’d been talking about it and mostly things like the added stress and financial stuff were the leading issues when deciding, but after that “dream” of sorts with my baby boy there was no way I could not get pregnant with him. I missed him.

Today, and many days since his birth really, there I am sitting with him and our relationship is exactly like it was in my “memory” of him back in 2007. I believe that we knew our families before coming to this life, I believed that before I had chidlren, but so many little experiences I’ve had as a mother (and even as a wife) have made that belief so concrete and that belief is such a warm, happy thing in my life. These eternal bonds I feel with all these people I’m blessed to have in my family.

I sat Payson’s elephant and monkey up and laid Payson’s book in front of them and told Payson, “Elephant and monkey are reading that book!” And he was so thrilled with me. lol. He went over and was doting on them, bringing them toys and pointing out pictures in the book.

He kept balancing toys on top of the stuffed animals’ heads and the toys would roll off under the futon and he’d retrieve them and do it again.

Then he decided he was going to finish Sierra’s worksheet for her.

And then he moved on to Brooklyn’s.
And as I blog he’s playing with a plastic tub full of glue sticks. He dumps them out and rearranges them on the floor and then puts them all back and then starts over.

While I just typed that Sierra noticed Payson playing with the glue sticks and ran over to join him.
Within seconds she says, “Brooklyn, this is the best! It’s so fun! We get all of them! Do you want to play? It’s so fun!”
Brooklyn, “That’s so much fun? Why is it so much fun?”
Sierra, “We get to play! It’s so much fun. Want to join us?”
Brooklyn, “I have to get something first!”
Brooklyn runs off to get her stuffed animals.
Sierra, “We’re getting all the ones that we want. We’re getting all the ones that we want to bring home.”
Sierra starts gathering glue sticks to take to her room.
Brooklyn, “Wait a minute you’re not allowed to do that.”
Brooklyn making her stuffed animals play with the glue sticks and speak, “This is so much fun. This is so exciting! This is so much fun!”
Sierra takes glue sticks Brooklyn wanted.
Brooklyn, “Wait! I’m not having so much fun, I’m having the horriblest time ever!”

Within a couple seconds everything was fine again and she’s playing happily. Actually right now she’s singing One Republic songs while they play 😀

And with that, I’ve got a lot to go do and sitting at the computer for another second isn’t one of them 🙂

Peeling an Egg

I love that my kids love hard boiled eggs as much as they do.

And I love that the girls can peel their own.

Brooklyn was talking to me about one time when Payson took a huge bite of her egg and she cried.

Payson finished eating his egg long before the girls finished peeling theirs and he wanted another.

“Mow? Peez?” (More, please?)
Sierra was in the pantry peeling her egg over the garbage when I took these.