Please post a comment on my new blog!

Just a reminder, everyone can now comment on my new blog... you don't have to register. Dawnyel and Froglegs (whose url currently is not working...) are the only ones who have bothered to comment so far (thankyou!). So, PLEASE leave a comment if you read my blog. My blog site is here.

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Go check my other blog site out. I'm actually using it now!

Sorry about the confusion...

I'm sorry about the confusion over the new blog site. Right now, it's set up to where you have to register to be a site user in order to comment on the blogs. Dawnyel... if you want to do it this way, you will have to re-register since this is basically a whole different web page (even though it's the same address as before). My husband is going to try to fix that so anyone can comment without having to register. To prevent spamming, though, he will still have to monitor and approve all comments before they are posted. So, for the time being, if you wanna leave a comment on the new blog, just click on this link. If not, you can continue to comment right here, or I'll just be deprived of your insightful words for a while. *sniff*

A New Blog

I am going to be trying out this new blog (as opposed to Blogger) for a little while. It's on my family's own personal website. If anyone would like to check it out, here's the link . Since you must be a registered user of our website to post a comment, please feel free to either 1)register, or 2) leave your comments here. I will post this link here on Blogger every time I post an entry there to make commenting easier.

"Bad Baby!"

Last night, I decided to give my mom a call to see how she was doing. Last week, she called to tell me that she's retiring at the end of the school year (she's taught school for over 25 years), and she seemed a little depressed. Well, a little ways into our conversation (I was talking to her on my cell phone), my home phone rang. It was one of my aunts. I had my mom waiting on the cell phone while I spoke with my aunt for a few minutes. She wanted to let me know that she and my uncle were planning on watching the kids for us when I went to the hospital to have the baby. She also told me that my a few of my cousins who live close by would be willing to take them if I went into labor in the middle of the night. This was quite a relief for me, as it's something that's been on my mind more and more lately. ANYway, while I was on the phone with my aunt, and my mom was waiting on the cell phone, I heard a scream coming from the bathroom. Aparently, Jasmine had gone in there to go potty. As usual, she DIDN'T shut the door (I keep trying to get her to close it). Tyler followed her in there, and when she got off the potty, before flushing, he took one of my husband's hats and tossed it into the toilet. Talk about EWWW! Tyler is a pill! Every time Jasmine goes potty and doesn't shut the door, he follows her in there and causes some type of trouble. Grr! Needless to say, she was upset for a few minutes. At one moment, I heard her sternly say, "Tyler, you're a bad baby!" I sure hope this is a lesson well learned, and that Jasmine closes the door from now on. Tyler had better not throw any more things into the toilet, either. By the way.... my mom AND my aunt now know about this whole thing.

My Blur of a Weekend

This past weekend was very HECTIC. The craziness all started on Friday evening. For starters, I took Jasmine to a Girl Scout recruitment meeting at a big ol' Christian church down the road. We got some information and pamphlets, and I put her name on an "interested" list. Hopefully, we'll hear back from them within the next few weeks. We really want her to join, since it will be a great way for her to make new friends and learn new things OUTSIDE of school. Kindergarteners are the youngest, and they're called Daisies. SOOOOO cute. While I attended a parent information meeting, Jasmine went downstairs with all of the other kids. All of the incoming Daisies, Brownies, Juniors, etc, separated and did their own little art or craft. Jasmine made a few little daisy boquets. She was very excited about it all when I went down to pick her up.

I got home at around 8: 15 or so. Shortly after, my husband had to take off to go pick up his brother Scott at the airport. (Scott, who is a chiropractor, was flying into Portland to attend a two-day seminar. He stayed Friday night and Saturday night with us.) Since my hubby just took the car to a transit center, then rode the MAX, it took him well over an hour to get there. He and his brother didn't get back until almost midnight.

Saturday morning, my husband took his brother clear in the heck over to the east side of the city to drop him off at the campus where the seminar was being held. It was like a 45 minute drive one way, and had Scott chosen to take Trimet, it would have taken almost two hours... yikes! On the way, they stopped by my hubby's new workplace (they just moved in earlier that day... yay!). He couldn't figure out the blasted parking meter, then figured he wouldn't need to pay to park since it was a WEEKEND (most places downtown are like that). Well, evidently that was NOT the case here... and he got a $23 parking ticket while they were inside. POO! My husband didn't get home until like noon or so. We all then took a nap for a few hours. Afterwards, the four of us went over to an Elder's Quorum barbecue at a local park. The food was almost gone, and most of the people had already come and gone. But we still had fun. My husband let them use some of his old disc golf discs and they made a make-shift course. People had quite a bit of fun with that.

After the picnic, we zoomed home so I could get ready for the Relief Sociey broadcast at the chirch. My visiting teaching partner came and picked me up (so my husband would have the car to go get his brother). We had potpies and pumpkin pies for dinner, then enjoyed a wonderful evening listening to talks about being encircled in the Savior's love. We heard from the whole Relief Society general presidency, along with President Hinckley. Wow, am I glad I went. I was able to sit and relax (with NO kids!), and enjoy one spiritually uplifting message after another. When it was over, I went to the kitchen to retrieve some of the MANY extra potpies they had. I got to take hom 8, which served as a great lunch for the next day.

I got home shortly before 9:00, when my hubby informed me that it would probably be best for me to find a sub for Primary on Sunday. By then I felt it was too late to call people, so I waited till the next morning to do so. I had to call a billion people since nobody was home. I ended up getting two different people to cover for me... one for junior and one for senior primary. Myhusband was going to fly back to Idaho Falls with his brother at 5:00 Sunday evening so he could attend his grandma's funeral on Monday (his family paid for the plain ticket, which is how he was able to go-- his grandma died last Tuesday). They had to be at the airport an hour early, plus it would take them over an hour to get there. On top of that, he had to go pick Scott up at 1:00 from his clear-in-the-heck-out-there seminar to make sure they could get to the airport on time. Oh, and he had to get all of his stuff ready for the trip. Did I mention that he still went to the early-morning bishopric meetings AFTER taking Scott TO the seminar on Sunday morning? They left the house about 6:45 am, and my hubby didn't get home from his meetings until almost 11:30.... just enough time to eat lunch before heading out to go get his bro. Plus, he had to stop at an ofice store to pick up a printer cable so he could print out his plane ticket... HELLO! He could have done that earlier in the week! GRR!

They got back shortly after 2:00, and my husband threw some stuff together in a suitcase. I gave them each a potpie (thank goodness I got those the night before) that they could eat quickly, then I took them to a MAX station where they hopped on a Red Line train that took them directly to the airport. They got into Idaho Falls probably about 9:00 or so (after stopping over in SLC) and my husband stayed the nightwith his parents in Rexburg. they had a viewing and the funeral Monday morning, followed by the graveside services and a luncheon. He took a bunch of pictures, and the funeral service was recorded. He then had to catch a flight out of Idaho Falls at 7:00, and got home right before midnight. Talk about a quick trip! What a mess of a weekend! It was good, though. And somewhere in all that mess, my husband had a birthday! He turned 30 on Saturday. I feel kinda bad that we weren't able to do something for it. I'm really glad he got to see his family, though, even if it WAS for a funeral. I know that his grandma was really happy that he could be there.

Now, I'm looking forward for things to return to normal for a while. I'm just plain pooped. Later today, I have my lovely 28-week gestational diabetes test. I'll also get tested for anemia, which I'm pretty sure I have. Oh, fun. For now, I think this blog is freakin' long enough.

Visiting Teaching + Jasmine + Tyler = DISASTER!!!

I just got back from visiting teaching about fifteen minutes ago. Talk about a total disaster!! We went to two different ladies' houses. Jasmine behaved fairly well at the first house, although she was a bit whiny. The people that live there have a cat. As soon as we came into the house, the cat ran away and hid. The whole time, Jasmine was whining about how she wanted to find the cat. The lady put on The Incredibles for the kids to watch, and that worked for a while. Then Tyler wanted to go wander into the BEDROOMS! AAAH! When I grabbed him and didn't let him go exploring, he threw a fit! Luckily, we were able to talk about the lesson for a few minutes before things got out of hand. The next house wasn't any better. In fact, it was like a hundred times worse. Well, let me rephrase that... the house was very nice, the lady was very nice, but MY TWO KIDS WERE HORRIBLE! It was one of those houses where there's tons of ornaments and nicknacks everywhere, so I didn't dare let Tyler down to wander. They had a little girl a few years older than Jasmine, who was kind to let Jazz go play with her in her bedroom. Tyler was fussy at first, but kept getting more and more upset since I wouldn't let him down to play and get into things. By the time the lady had to go answer the phone, he was screaming his head off. So, we gave like a 30 second lesson and headed out the door. Of course, Jasmine didn't want to leave. She was having too much fun playing with the other little girl. So, what did she do when it was time to go? She basically threw a tantrum. So, there I was, whisking my two screaming children out the door, feeling like a total idiot. I have decided that today's adventure will be my last attempt at visiting teaching with Tyler... and only on selective occasions will I take Jasmine. They invited Jasmine to come back and play next time I come visiting teaching, so I may let her come along if we have a little talk about not crying when it's time to leave. But, as far as Tyler is concerned, HECK NO! If this means waiting till Saturdays to do it (so my hubby can watch the kids, or at least Ty), then so be it. It was a very stressful few hours, and I really don't want or need that stress right now. I felt really bad for the ladies we were visiting, too. I just cringe when I think about the whole experience.