Sunday, May 27, 2012

Confessions of a Control Freak

Dave asked me the other day if I was going to record stories from our first couple years of marriage on the blog, or did I mean in my journal.  I said, "I was going to do it on the blog, but then as I was thinking about it, I remembered I don't have any good memories from that time so I decided not to do it." 

But that's not true and slowly but surely I'm starting to remember some good times.  Technically, this story does not fall into that time period, because it ends after Allie was born, but I love it anyway.

Dave graduated college in May and we were due to have Allie that August.  Dave was working his dream job at the travel agency and I was working at the hospital.  I'm not too sure what Dave's plans were after graduation, and I don't think he was either.  His lack of interest in finding a job beyond the travel agency was not working for me.  I knew he loved the travel agency but I wanted to stay home with my baby and the travel agency did not fit into our plan.  One day I asked Dave what his thoughts were about me going back to work after Allie was born and he said something along the lines of, "I've just always known you were going to stay home."  So that was reassuring, but again he wasn't so much looking for a new job so it made me wonder how the heck we were going to make ends meet.  We had always tried to live off Dave's wages, but I carried the benefits.  Were it not for that, we probably could have (very meagerly) lived off Dave's wages (so basically THANK GOODNESS I CARRIED THE BENEFITS).  When I found any job that fit Dave's criteria, I'd forward it on to him.  He applied to several of them (with not so much as an ounce of enthusiasm).  He was really excited about one interview, but it didn't amount to anything.

One night he was on his way to play softball and ran into one of his fellow grads at the park.  His friend told him that he had just scored a sweet new job at an investment firm and gave Dave all the info to apply, which Dave did.

It came time for Allie to be born and Dave was still at the travel agency.  I quit my job.  I never felt sorry about quitting my job.  And I told Heavenly Father that I realized he might not give us a great job right away, and that this might be a learning experience for us.  But, of course I said, "please do give us a great job right away." 

After Allie was born Dave only left the hospital once to go home and shower.  There was a message on the machine from the investment firm asking him in for an interview.  He called them back right outside our hospital room and set up his interview. 

Over a month went by and he had heard nothing.  We still had my benefits throughout my maternity leave and both of us were very chill about the whole situation (when I look back I'm like HOW/WHY WERE WE SO CHILL?!) 

One day on his way home from work, Dave called me.  I said, "let's hang up.  You call and ask if you are getting hired at the investment firm.  Then call and let me know." 

Five minutes later, Dave called me back:  "I start September 19." 

And that, my friends, was a very happy day.  I bet Dave did a fist pump.

Sometimes control freakism comes in really handy.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012


Last night my friend sent me a text.  Her mom has been sick and she asked that our family pray for her (the mom).  I happened to get the text just as we were kneeling down to say family prayer.  It was Baby's night to say it.  Baby Maci.  Dave starts them out young.  They begin taking their turn at family prayer at about a week old with Dave's "help" (meaning he says the prayer imitating their voice, which makes the kids less than reverant because they think it's funny.  And it is.  It's hilarious)  So anyway I quickly told the kids what was going on and asked Mace to include my friends mom in her prayer-and she did.  I meant to text my friend back and let her know, but in the midst of getting the kids to bed and all that goes along with it I forgot. 

This morning I got a text from my friend:  "Thank you soooooo much for your prayers.  Right after I texted you, it was almost like i could feel the power of your prayers.  Soon after, her rates and blood pressure stabilized and all of a sudden, there was a peace and calm.  She is coming home tomorrow...."

It's my answer for everything.  Pray.  Even if you don't feel like it or think you don't believe it, try it out consistenly and I am confident you will notice a difference in your life!

3 Things About Running

Now that the weather is beautiful I've started running again. 

1.  There is RARELY flat ground.  The slightest incline feels like s steep mountain and the slightest decline feels like a roller coaster. 

2.  It takes me at least two miles to find my stride.  The first two miles are THE hardest for me.  When I'm about to be done I feel so much better than at the beginning.  You'd think the beginning would be great, when you're fresh.  But no.  Not the case.

3.  I sing along to every song, facial expressions, lips moving, the works.  Those of you who pass me while I'm running will notice.  Just note that I already know it looks stupid-don't care, it helps me run.

Saturday, May 19, 2012


This is a story about my sister, Kelly, being a super hero.  She never brags about all the service she does, and this is just one small thing among millions.  But she really deserves some recognition for this.  You may send check or money order as a thanks to my address and I will be sure to get it to her.

So Kelly is casually running 8 miles to my house (and that's not even the heroic part).  She turns onto Gentile, which as we all know is probably a lot busier than the freeway and the speed limit is at least 80 miles per hour. 

She saw a little girl about one or two years old and the little girl starts running into the street.  Well, wouldn't you know Kelly darted full speed ahead and ran right out into the street (WITH NO CONCERN FOR HER OWN SAFETY, mind you) and picked up this little gal. 

There was no one else on the entire street.  Kelly was afraid she would have to call 9-1-1.  By this time, Kelly had noticed this little gal had down syndrome.  So she saw some people in a backyard doing yard work and decided to walk back there and as soon as she did the family realized what had happened.  Of course they were all very grateful for this courageous act of heroism and we so happy to have their sweet little Addy back. 

Despite this, AND stopping to catch a dog that's owner was chasing it and walking the dog back to the owner she still made it to my house in about twenty or twenty-five minutes, practically. 


Wednesday, May 16, 2012

A Record

When I was 16 or 17 years old I received a big, huge journal.  Hundreds of huge pages with tiny lines.  When I married, I was still using this journal.  I had recorded many experiences but it still only seemed like a few pages were full.  Kind of wish I had gotten a new journal.  It's just awkward to have a journal that says, "oh my gosh!  I totally went on a date with the hottest guy last night."  Be the same journal that says, "OH MY GOSH!  I TOTALLY JUST HAD THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BABY!" 

When one of my dear friends moved away I suggested she start a blog so we could all keep up in touch.  She informed me she would NEVER start a blog, they are just TOO braggy.  I've said multiple times, that's fine if that's her opinion.  I can think of a lot worse things then people bragging about their families. 

But if my blog seems braggy, then so would my journal.  I tend to not include negative experiences for my posterity.  Is that bad?  I'm sure they'd like to know.  But somethings are just too hard to write about. 

And that's how I came to have a three year gap in my journal.  I felt like I needed to record all these horrible things that happened.  But I couldn't do it.  So I wrote nothing, until my beautiful baby came to me.  Then I began journaling again.  All good. 

It happens that the three hardest years of my life conincided with some things that were meant to be a pretty big deal.  Like, you know getting married and stuff like that.  So I basically have no record of being a newlywed.  But a lot of things happened during that time.  We're coming up on ten years here, people.  So before I forget them complete, I'm excited to record some of those good times back in the newlywed days. 

Monday, May 14, 2012

Det's Miracle

The day before we were leaving to Disneyland, I was taking the kids to Kelly.  She was going to watch them for several hours while I ran (one hundred) last minute errands.  Right before we were leaving (as in Allie and Kendall were already in the van) Detmer came out of his room screaming.  He said he hurt his mouth so I hugged him for a minute and took him out to the van. 

Later that night Kelly text me to ask what happened to Det's mouth.  I was so bummed that it was still bothering him.  She said he wouldnt' even eat.  I said I would come and get him but he said he wanted to stay.  By the time we got there to get him, he was miserable.  Allie was holding him on the couch and he was on the verge of tears.  Between the four of us (Kelly, Jeremy, Dave and I) we saw where his mouth was hurt.  It really didn't look that bad.

On the drive home I suggested we give Detmer a blessing before he went to bed.  We got home, got the kids in jammies, and did some last minute stuff which included not only a ten hour drive the next day, but also Allie's dance competition in the morning.  We put the girls to bed and put Detmer on our bed watching TV since he was still in a lot of pain. 

We finally put him to bed at around 11 which is way past bedtime.  We assumed he'd be so exhausted he would sleep.  Not the case.  He was up within the hour.  We tucked him back in but no success.  He was so miserable he could barely swallow.  As a mom, it was so hard to watch.  It caused me physical pain to see my little guy in so much pain, and I told Dave it was even harder to see because he had been so excited the past couple days about our upcoming trip.  He was more excited than he'd ever been and I commented to Dave that it must be the first time he can remember how much fun it is because he was just so excited.  At around 2 am I brought him into bed with me and was just holding him.  I called the Instacare and they told me to not even bother bringing him there, go straight to the ER.  She said of course we could go there if we want, but there was nothing they could do for such an injury and he'd be sent to the ER.  I knew if we went to the ER we would be there until morning. There was no way we'd make it back to get any sleep.  Not so good when planning for such a long drive. 

I remembered that we never did give Detmer a blessing so while I held him, Dave gave him a blessing.  During the blessing, he fell asleep.  We put him in bed and he didn't wake up until morning.  Dave and I had already discussed that I would take Allie to dance in the morning and he'd stay with Detmer and if neccessary Kelly was prepared to take the girls if Det had to go to the hospital. 

Detmer bounced out of bed in the morning asking for cereal.  He downed his cereal and asked to go with us to Allie's dance.  He was even more excited when we told him he could go to cousins while we took Allie to her dance competition (this was the original plan--I thought there was no way it would happen.)  He never again complained about his mouth!  We have talked about it several times since to remind him that he was truly the recipient of a miracle from our loving Heavenly Father.

Thursday, May 10, 2012


Go Maci!!!


Two years ago almost to this very day, I was on a vacation with my family in Disneyland.  It was our last night there and Dave and I were pushing our respective strollers through California Adventure.  We took turns, one of us pushing a double one of us pushing a single.  Both of us always pushing our three small kids.  On that last night, I was SO sad.  Not because our vacation was almost over, but because I missed my babies.  They were right there with me, but I knew it would be awhile until we came back, since Maci was due in 9 months.  I thought of how much they would grow and change in the time until our next family vacation.  I could have froze them right then and there.  I love those babies! 

I can't believe two years passed in the blink of an eye!  I was so ready for another fun vacation.  It was GLORIOUS!  I read three books, I took four naps, I didn't cook a single meal (unless you count corn dogs and quesadillas in a toaster oven.  Don't leave home without one.) I had a maid.  We had one of the slowest Disneyland crowds ever with super short lines.  We swam.  I didn't touch the computer:  no email, no internet, no news.  No phone calls or texting (less it's real important like FairyTaleFriday). 

All I really wanted was to be with my family.  Take in every second of their young lives.  Remember their personalities, their hair-dos, their freckles.  All the things that will only be memories as they grow like weeds.

I especially told Maci, when she sat clinging to me on the rides, how much I love her.  I'm going to miss that little blonde spoiled baby with five curls on the back of her head (my grandma asked me "do you curl it with a curling iron?").  I hope I always remember them and the scrunchy little face she makes and the games she likes to play.  She took her first little toddles in Disneyland.  I was lucky to record some of them, so that I get to keep and look back on when she's running all over the place in a couple months.  (RIGHT, MACI???  She's been a bit lazy since we got home).