We visited with my mother-in-law's best friend from college over the weekend. At one point, she asked how the baby was sleeping. And I began to give my standard answer that she woke up once or twice a night still. But that's when I realized that over the past few weeks, she actually was waking up much less frequently. In fact, there had been several times (like last night, which is what reminded me) that she has slept through the entire night without waking. And on the nights she has woken up, it has usually been because we disturbed her. Like the time a few nights ago when she was lying horizontally and taking up too much of the bed, so we re-situated her to vertical.
Anyway, it's not something that I anticipated. With the exception of Wiyah, my babies typically haven't slept through the night consistently until they were completely weaned. And so I wasn't particularly pushing that agenda with Winkleberry right now. But it has been a very nice addition to the past few weeks where I have been so busy.
11 November 2009
10 November 2009
Homemade bread
Homemade bread is pretty great. It's cheap. It tastes better than most store bought breads. It makes the house smell awesome. It's comfort food and makes me feel like a good mom when I make it. And now with my super recipe, it's even easy and doesn't take too long.
But today, what I really love about homemade bread is how wholesome it is. How it doesn't contain any more ingredients than it needs to. It doesn't have any preservatives. What I also am loving about homemade bread is that each loaf is so much denser than store brought bread and because I have to slice it myself, it's easier to make thicker slicer than thin slices like you get at the store.
And that means that when you serve your kids up eggs and toast for breakfast, it's something really substantial! A huge, thick slice of homemade bread, dripping with butter (and some people put on blackberry jam) for breakfast. With an egg. I love having such abundance and knowledge to serve my family a filling breafast. It just makes me feel good.
But today, what I really love about homemade bread is how wholesome it is. How it doesn't contain any more ingredients than it needs to. It doesn't have any preservatives. What I also am loving about homemade bread is that each loaf is so much denser than store brought bread and because I have to slice it myself, it's easier to make thicker slicer than thin slices like you get at the store.
And that means that when you serve your kids up eggs and toast for breakfast, it's something really substantial! A huge, thick slice of homemade bread, dripping with butter (and some people put on blackberry jam) for breakfast. With an egg. I love having such abundance and knowledge to serve my family a filling breafast. It just makes me feel good.
08 November 2009
Overheard
Kelvinator: Hey, Mom? I feel sorry for clients.
Me: Why?
K: Because they have to pay money to people who work.
Me: Why?
K: Because they have to pay money to people who work.
07 November 2009
You should know I went shopping again.
Because all those cute clothes I bought before are totally out of season now and I kind of got used to feeling like I looked nice and wanted to keep it up through the fall and winter. I was down to only ONE pair of jeans that fit comfortably, but I looked so dumpy in them! And now that I'm starting a real job, I need some business casual clothes to go to work in.
This time I just took my girly girls with me. The big ones. Now I kind of have an idea of what styles to look for that will look good on me. And I tried to keep up the mantra of "just try it on." So I was laden with laundry the first time I went into the dressing room. I had picked a lot of shirts that I really liked but that just didn't look good on me. And I made the difficult decision to just go put them back. I wans't going to buy anything at all that I didn't think looked fabulous on me, even if I LOVED it on the rack.
There wasn't much that came out of that first time in the dressing room. What I did learn, though, was that I do not look good in flare pants, straight leg pants, or boot cut pants. Seriously. NOT flattering at all. They were all really cute, but as soon as I put them on they made me look 5 inches shorter and made my thighs look hugely wide! It was terrible. It was like looking into a fun house mirror, it was so distorted.
I kept complaining about it and saying I needed to go find some taper pants. But Baboo said I looked fine and the only reason at all I would think that I looked better in the tapering pants was because I was a child of the 80s. Nevertheless, I took ALL those pants back and specifically looked only for pants with a tapering leg. It was pretty hard to find them. Not as hard as like 10 years ago, but still. I finally prevailed and tried on several pants that tapered.
And every single one of them looked good! So I bought one pair of jeans, two pairs of casual pants that I could wear to work, and a pair of corduroy pants. And I have worn them all week this week. I can't even tell you how nice it is to feel like I look decent every day and be comfortable and feel stylish. I haven't felt that way probably since before Kelvinator was born!
My second time in the dressing room I was also much more successful with the shirts. The one thing I noticed is that every shirt I bought was a solid color. Even though my last shopping trip definitely surprised me with how much better I look in a pattern (kind of draws the eyes away from focusing on pokey-out bellies). Oh well. I'll just have to practice some more.
Meanwhile, I feel prepared for my employee orientation Monday (7:45 to 4:30). And the guy at HR said, "It's business casual." And I felt confident that I could do that!
This time I just took my girly girls with me. The big ones. Now I kind of have an idea of what styles to look for that will look good on me. And I tried to keep up the mantra of "just try it on." So I was laden with laundry the first time I went into the dressing room. I had picked a lot of shirts that I really liked but that just didn't look good on me. And I made the difficult decision to just go put them back. I wans't going to buy anything at all that I didn't think looked fabulous on me, even if I LOVED it on the rack.
There wasn't much that came out of that first time in the dressing room. What I did learn, though, was that I do not look good in flare pants, straight leg pants, or boot cut pants. Seriously. NOT flattering at all. They were all really cute, but as soon as I put them on they made me look 5 inches shorter and made my thighs look hugely wide! It was terrible. It was like looking into a fun house mirror, it was so distorted.
I kept complaining about it and saying I needed to go find some taper pants. But Baboo said I looked fine and the only reason at all I would think that I looked better in the tapering pants was because I was a child of the 80s. Nevertheless, I took ALL those pants back and specifically looked only for pants with a tapering leg. It was pretty hard to find them. Not as hard as like 10 years ago, but still. I finally prevailed and tried on several pants that tapered.
And every single one of them looked good! So I bought one pair of jeans, two pairs of casual pants that I could wear to work, and a pair of corduroy pants. And I have worn them all week this week. I can't even tell you how nice it is to feel like I look decent every day and be comfortable and feel stylish. I haven't felt that way probably since before Kelvinator was born!
My second time in the dressing room I was also much more successful with the shirts. The one thing I noticed is that every shirt I bought was a solid color. Even though my last shopping trip definitely surprised me with how much better I look in a pattern (kind of draws the eyes away from focusing on pokey-out bellies). Oh well. I'll just have to practice some more.
Meanwhile, I feel prepared for my employee orientation Monday (7:45 to 4:30). And the guy at HR said, "It's business casual." And I felt confident that I could do that!
VOLLEYBALL!!
I love volleyball! Love, love, love it!
Last night was the church women's reginal pool play tournament. So we played 8 out of 10 games. I just had so much fun. And it was neat to see that I still have some talent and skill even if I haven't played at all in a decade and have eight children. I blocked the ball lots of times and even was able to spike it once or twice. My serves were inconsistent (just like in high school!)--with some going WAY out and then me trying to power back and have the serve go in the net. But I did have several aces in a row where my serves were unreturnable.
And I had me some saves. Oh yessiree! I love those. I even actually melted the artificial fibers in the knees of my sweat pants AND got a floor burn on that knee from an awesome, sacrificial dive. Made me feel like such the athlete! And there were times when the volleys were going on for so long and I just loved that feeling of doing the volleyball dance--moving up and back and side to side depending on where the ball was on the other side of the court, and positioning myself for the hit. My head was just so in the game and with every successful volley, the tension and adrenalin grew. AWESOME! What a high!
Another cool thing was when I was up for a serve and suddenly I hear my sweetheart call out my high-school-athlete and college nickname! After the serve I was able to see that he had brought the whole family to watch me play, minus Baboo who was at a party. I was really grateful. I mean, I hadn't known how much I really wanted my kids to see me play until they were there. I just wanted them to see that I had interests and was good at something before I was "just a mom," that I could run and jump and dive and hit and be active.
(As a side note, Winkleberry was a beast trying to get on the court the whole time! I felt bad for JJ who was the one constantly wrangling her back to the spectator seats and for the Hubba who had delegated that job to JJ because he was wrestling the other littlies. Eventually, the Hubba told JJ they were leaving early and JJ was disappointed and asked why. The Hubba said because it was so tiring trying to keep Wink under control. But JJ insisted that he was HAVING FUN with her! Now this is the kid who likes to show physical affection in very rough physical ways. So he doesn't really know it yet, but he just volunteered himself for a permanent position! His new job will be running down Wink.)
We didn't win much. The other teams were definitely better and deserved to go on to the double elimination tournament today (but I'm so bummed that I could have had another day of playing and now I don't.). But apparently, the other teams were so good because they get together twice a week to practice. Plus they had real knee pads and--get this-- A DESIGNATED SETTER!
So we're trying to see if we can organize something like that in our stake (which would be utterly convenient for me. But if we don't/can't, I'm thinking I might like to drive south a couple miles to play with those guys...
Before I even went to bed last night, I could feel how sore I was. And when I would wake up in the middle of the night, I just enjoyed flexing all my muscles and feeling volleyball-sore all over!
Have I mentioned that I love volleyball?
Last night was the church women's reginal pool play tournament. So we played 8 out of 10 games. I just had so much fun. And it was neat to see that I still have some talent and skill even if I haven't played at all in a decade and have eight children. I blocked the ball lots of times and even was able to spike it once or twice. My serves were inconsistent (just like in high school!)--with some going WAY out and then me trying to power back and have the serve go in the net. But I did have several aces in a row where my serves were unreturnable.
And I had me some saves. Oh yessiree! I love those. I even actually melted the artificial fibers in the knees of my sweat pants AND got a floor burn on that knee from an awesome, sacrificial dive. Made me feel like such the athlete! And there were times when the volleys were going on for so long and I just loved that feeling of doing the volleyball dance--moving up and back and side to side depending on where the ball was on the other side of the court, and positioning myself for the hit. My head was just so in the game and with every successful volley, the tension and adrenalin grew. AWESOME! What a high!
Another cool thing was when I was up for a serve and suddenly I hear my sweetheart call out my high-school-athlete and college nickname! After the serve I was able to see that he had brought the whole family to watch me play, minus Baboo who was at a party. I was really grateful. I mean, I hadn't known how much I really wanted my kids to see me play until they were there. I just wanted them to see that I had interests and was good at something before I was "just a mom," that I could run and jump and dive and hit and be active.
(As a side note, Winkleberry was a beast trying to get on the court the whole time! I felt bad for JJ who was the one constantly wrangling her back to the spectator seats and for the Hubba who had delegated that job to JJ because he was wrestling the other littlies. Eventually, the Hubba told JJ they were leaving early and JJ was disappointed and asked why. The Hubba said because it was so tiring trying to keep Wink under control. But JJ insisted that he was HAVING FUN with her! Now this is the kid who likes to show physical affection in very rough physical ways. So he doesn't really know it yet, but he just volunteered himself for a permanent position! His new job will be running down Wink.)
We didn't win much. The other teams were definitely better and deserved to go on to the double elimination tournament today (but I'm so bummed that I could have had another day of playing and now I don't.). But apparently, the other teams were so good because they get together twice a week to practice. Plus they had real knee pads and--get this-- A DESIGNATED SETTER!
So we're trying to see if we can organize something like that in our stake (which would be utterly convenient for me. But if we don't/can't, I'm thinking I might like to drive south a couple miles to play with those guys...
Before I even went to bed last night, I could feel how sore I was. And when I would wake up in the middle of the night, I just enjoyed flexing all my muscles and feeling volleyball-sore all over!
Have I mentioned that I love volleyball?
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