tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223647252024-03-07T00:37:04.591-07:00Living, Rather than Waiting...Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.comBlogger403125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-75897183566286244722015-02-12T11:14:00.000-07:002015-02-12T11:14:25.067-07:00Early FebruaryThis week I'm grateful for:
warm weather that allows my children to run and scream (they call it playing) in the backyard while I make dinner
a small boy who mostly stays in his crib even though he has learned to climb out
three children who ask for bike helmets before they start pedaling
more ideas than the time it takes to get everything done
text messages that make me laugh in the midst Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-66807348107578547582015-01-09T23:22:00.000-07:002015-01-09T23:22:13.957-07:00Finding Myself
At first I had a bike, and I rode that
bike a couple of times a week. It got me out of the house. It gave my
lazy legs some much needed exercise. I celebrated my first 20-mile ride
and would shake my head at people who rode 40, 50 or 100 miles at a
time. It seemed like mileage I'd never be comfortable, or enjoy, riding.
And then something changed.
I've become that person. The one who Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-18467051779359807442014-04-30T10:33:00.000-06:002014-04-30T10:33:12.750-06:00Getting the Wheels Turning
A couple of years ago, I bought a bike. A really awesome new roadbike. With the intent to lose myself in a new hobby. A hobby that would allow me the chance to get away from everything for an hour here and there, and the chance to get into better shape.
Life had other plans though.
I bought the bike at the end of the season in 2011, as they were closing out models in preparation for Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-53088115028618951382014-04-25T02:00:00.000-06:002014-04-29T12:00:57.229-06:00Sleep Struggles
Every few months I hit these cycles where I don't sleep well. To be more specific, I don't fall asleep well.
I lay in bed, thinking about all the stuff that needs to be done, all the stuff I should have done differently that day, all the stuff I need to do better tomorrow. So there I lay. My mind racing and my body exhausted; fighting a battle with each other, standing toe to toe to see how Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-38557821340587946242014-04-21T10:20:00.001-06:002014-04-21T10:20:37.852-06:00Setting My Course
I think I was about 11 or 12 when my dad first taught me to drive tractor. Looking back it seems young, but it's the way things were with farm-life. A necessity of sorts -- kids could help haul wagons, run lunch down to the field, fetch parts when stuff broke down. As they got more adept at handling equipment they advanced their way up to doing more involved tasks.
To this day I remember Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-3342691950219281092013-07-10T15:01:00.000-06:002013-07-10T15:01:03.881-06:00Thankful
Today I am thankful for:
the wonderful woman who offered the girls cups of ice water when we stopped at the pharmacy
the ability to renew library books online
the new friends I have made at t-ball games (other moms)
kids that did really well through a t-ball game in 90 degree heat and then the ensuing errands that needed to happen before we could get home for lunch.
Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-89892842205367424222013-07-01T15:27:00.000-06:002013-07-01T15:27:08.618-06:00Making it Work
My days are chocked full of what is necessary: mealtimes thrice a day, doling out snacks, sorting/washing/folding laundry, nursing the baby, changing diapers, sweeping and washing floors, loading and unloading dishes from the dishwasher, baths, slathering sunblock, kissing boo-boos, combing hair, fixing ponytails, reading stories, playing dolls, building block towers, de-escalating arguments, Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-20498470667964839202013-06-04T14:11:00.001-06:002013-06-04T14:11:20.264-06:00Today I'm Grateful for...
(6/8/13) My six year old played her heart out this season in soccer. The coach was a high school student with no coaching experience, and (I'm assuming) little experience with small children. The other team members up sporadically for practice and late for most games. Often times they would have to "borrow" players from the opposing team to even have enough to start a Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-27177172251478807592013-05-21T08:31:00.002-06:002013-05-21T08:31:54.712-06:00Morning Thankfulness
I'm grateful for my trooper of a six year old, who played an entire game of soccer (there weren't enough players from her team there to allow anyone to sub out for a break) in the POURING, cold rain on Saturday, without uttering a single complaint.
I'm grateful for beautiful, fragrant blossoms on the trees in my yard and weather that calls for open windows, allowing the scent to gently drift Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-76091230410074647482013-05-08T07:35:00.002-06:002013-05-08T07:35:22.520-06:00Unheard Conversations
Today I'm grateful for things that may seem trivial to some, but they are my saving grace.
Friends that really, truly understand (and empathize with) the craziness of life. The ones that get the good, the bad and the whirlwind of it all.
Text messages that allow me to blow off steam when my audience doesn't allow it. MUCH better than bottling it up inside and letting it goPlant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-42832498663912916572013-04-30T08:09:00.001-06:002013-04-30T08:09:57.241-06:00Morning Normalcy
A random sampling of things said in our household this morning:
We don't spray Logan with the water bottle.
We don't drink out of the water bottle.
We don't lick sister's skirt.
We don't use the brush on the leather couch.
We don't put dog toys in sister's backpack.
We don't lick chocolate off the booster chair.
We don't put soda in our cereal.
If you couldn't guess, this was all directedPlant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-22408609274216714562013-04-26T08:11:00.001-06:002013-04-26T08:11:42.692-06:00Gratitude 4/26/13
(Some highlights from this week.)
The middle one has hit the stage where she voluntarily tells us all she loves us. Out of nowhere she'll come up to me, wrap her arms around whatever body part is accessible and say, "love you momma". Sometimes followed up by a "so much". I love you too, little one; I love you too.
The biggest one is playing soccer this spring. She Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-17351594869106657292013-04-18T06:48:00.000-06:002013-04-18T06:48:00.099-06:00One-Touch Rule
When we bought this house in 2006, it was the perfect size for our newly expanding family. Our house in Provo was just under 1000 square feet so it felt like a huge upgrade to move into something closer to 1700. I marveled at the extra space and all the closet room I was going to have.
Three kids and a business later means we have way exceeded the capacity of this house. OurPlant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-64341975728359537652013-04-17T08:28:00.001-06:002013-04-17T08:28:24.944-06:00Gratitude 4/16/13
Yesterday was a tough day -- easily one of the most challenging days I've had as a parent -- so it wasn't an easy task to sit down and clear my head last night
Amidst the anger and frustration, I kept my cool in what was one of my most challenging moments as a parent. I didn't yell, didn't lash out with over-exaggerated punishments to reflect MY anger; my response was calm, yet firmPlant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-2603864578887314772013-04-16T11:40:00.000-06:002013-04-16T11:40:23.743-06:00Being ThankfulA few years ago, upon the recommendation of my therapist, I started a "gratitude journal". At the end of the day I would take a few minutes and write down 3 things that had happened that day I was thankful for. The purpose was to help me focus on the things that were good in my day, instead of dwelling on the bad.
Following suit with most of my journaling endeavors, I kept up with Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-24906817764336516362013-02-11T09:35:00.001-07:002013-02-11T09:35:45.487-07:00These Moments
Every once in a while, I catch moments like this amongst the chaos. I feel the tears stinging my eyes; my heart overcome with a love I never imagined.
Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-15435079957762409242013-01-25T08:55:00.002-07:002013-01-25T08:55:53.854-07:00Decisions in Parenting
Parenting is a series of decisions. Making choices that are right for the child, right for the family as a whole. Some of these decisions are ones that can be made quickly and others take much more time. We have to mull them around for a bit, bouncing around different scenarios in our brain until we find the one that feels right in our conscience.
Even before I had children,Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-27485904731523361162013-01-24T15:45:00.002-07:002013-01-24T15:45:28.862-07:00The Difference a Day Makes
Yesterday, I followed my gut and chose to not follow a recommendation given to me. The recommendation didn't feel right for me; it didn't feel right for us. Instead I went in a different direction and this new direction felt right. I felt hopeful about the prospects it presented; I felt empowered in the situation for the first time in months.
Today my gut was telling me to Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-18407745286259432082012-12-31T12:32:00.001-07:002012-12-31T12:32:07.410-07:00From Two to Three
Before Baby Boy was born, people kept
asking me if I was ready for three kids. I heard story after story
about how the transition from 1 to 2 was so much more difficult than
from 2 to 3. Eight weeks into the chaos and I totally call B.S. on
that. The transition when baby #2 was born was hands down easier than
what this has been.
Maybe
it's because baby #2 came after Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-13226870359108784842012-11-21T12:37:00.003-07:002012-11-21T12:37:54.106-07:00Multitasking
I knew the transition to life with 3 kids wasn't going to be without challenges. But I didn't expect to tackle it with a nasty stomach bug running through our house.
Today, being a Mom in this household means simultaneously holding the hair and/or rubbing the back of a six year old as she pukes, keeping an almost two year old in a time-out for spitting at me and nursing an infant.
Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-60250668800299477102012-11-19T17:09:00.001-07:002012-11-19T17:09:23.614-07:00Boy, oh, Boy!
With other avenues of social media connecting many of us, it isn't new news...
but baby BOY made his appearance on November 2nd, weighing in at 8 pounds 3 ounces and measuring a gangly 21 inches long. (For reference, he was almost 2" longer than his sisters when they were born and weighed in between the two. I think he's going to get some height from his Dad, thankfully.)
I Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-26730887890025739152012-10-02T07:24:00.002-06:002012-10-02T07:24:27.988-06:00Starting Over
It's one of those days around here. One where the coffee isn't strong enough, nor is my patience or will power. Instead of having to power through it and act like the parent/adult I'd like to tell the world to take a flying leap and crawl back into bed.
Ahhhh...Tuesday...
Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-33617967872723854812012-09-24T21:07:00.000-06:002012-09-24T21:07:01.868-06:00Getting through the Transitions
At times I sit here and wonder, how in the
world, the underlying reason behind the start of this blog, is turning 6
in a few more weeks. How did I manage to blink and all of the sudden
have a big girl who goes to kindergarten, rides her bike without
training wheels and has a very specific opinion about what she's
wearing, how her hair is done and even the accessories that go with herPlant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-64680636682067599462012-09-16T14:04:00.001-06:002012-09-16T14:04:45.626-06:00Admitting This is Tough
I am so tired of the "Mommy Wars", a debate started in the late 80's over who has it easier/better -- the moms who stay at home with their children or the moms who work out of the home. We all need to do what's best for our children, our families and OURSELVES. There are advantages and disadvantages to both scenarios. What works for one family might be a complete disaster for Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22364725.post-28935846139119925592012-09-10T16:47:00.002-06:002012-09-10T16:47:59.886-06:00The Next Step
I've been thinking about shutting this down. For a while I made it so that only invited readers could view the blog. And then I didn't invite anyone! Haha.
But there were a handful of people I wanted to know that I was pregnant. Knowing that one of the best ways to get the message to them was this blog, I opened it back up and posted the last stuff about my heart. Plant Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471946317376166507noreply@blogger.com5