Twilight

Teresa gave me a great present for Christmas--a book that I could immerse myself in for a day--Twilight. It's a gift that keeps on giving because the book is a trilogy, so now I get to give myself more presents by ordering the next 2 books (from play.com--free delivery)! I knew of the author because Carole recommended her a few months ago to me. The author's website says that the movie will begin filming in the spring.

I'm looking forward to forgetting the world for a few days as soon as the next 2 books arrive! What a great present!

Why I Don't Homeschool

In my attempts to make dinner time more fun (see previous post) I've been playing games with the girls during dinner. Last night we played a Christmas trivia game. One of the questions I asked was, "Why did Mary and Joseph go to Bethlehem?" I knew they would get it because all during December we read from the New Testament and Christmas books every night.
This is how the conversation went:
Rachel: Because they had to.
Me: But why did they have to?
Emily: Because Herod was going to kill Jesus.
Me: That's why they went to Egypt, but why did they go to Bethlehem?
Then Rachel's face lit up with excitement!
Rachel: Because they had to pay their taxes!
Me (beaming): That's right, Rachel! (I mentally pat myself on the back for teaching my children the story of Jesus' birth and think, 'She does pay attention during family scripture reading.')
Rachel: I knew that because Mrs. Blair (her PRESCHOOL teacher) read us the story today.
I'm going to ask Mrs. Blair if she'll continue reading the scriptures to Rachel. By the end of the year Mrs. Blair could probably have her understanding Isaiah!

Have Some Fun

This post is about the latest book I'm reading.

(After my last post I'm thinking I should find a book about how to handle sick children better, not put a baby on a couch when a midwife is coming to check how the mom's doing and how to keep up with a baby's doctor's appointments.)

I found the book at the LDS bookstore by the temple. It's called Piggyback Rides and Slippery Slides--How to Have Fun Raising First-Rate Children. Here are some of the chapters: Bedtime is Playtime, Playing with Your Food, Playing in the Great Outdoors and Turning Work into Play. I have tried some of the ideas and like the results.

Why I like the book:
I readily admit I'm not creative, and I am more than happy to become a better mom by using other people's great ideas.
It reminds me that I have so many moments with my kids that I am not using to the fullest to just enjoy being with them as opposed to counting down the time to bedtime.
I like being a mom when I'm having fun.

Happy Monday?

It's been a rough morning. Hannah has been fighting a cold and cough that has made her miserable. I feel for her and I pray for a very quick recovery so that both of us can be happy again! Lizzie now has her cold and cough. After a long morning of Hannah crying because I put jelly on her toast after she "asked" me to and then honey on her toast because she "asked" me to and then screaming for jelly and cookies and chocolate she spent some time in her room in her new big girl bed. (She finally figured out she can climb out of her crib last week!) Because of all of Hannah's screaming I put a sleeping Lizzie on the couch and shut the door to the living room so Hannah could scream to her heart's content in her room upstairs.
I took a shower during one of her tantrums and got ready for the day. A few moments later the doorbell rang. It was the midwife. She could tell by my face that I forgot she was coming. She was there to give me a postnatal depression test! After the morning I had had I was ready to hand Hannah over to her and run away.
Here were my thoughts as I led the nice midwife to my living room:
I'm so glad I'm dressed.
I'm so glad Hannah's dressed.
I'm so glad my house is relatively clean. (Only because the home teachers came by last night and the whole family did a whirlwind clean up!)
And then we walked into the living room where I had left a sleeping baby on the couch! Lizzie had pulled the blanket over her face, so I quickly pulled it off before the midwife saw. At least she wasn't there earlier watching me handle Hannah's screaming. :) So far, I wasn't scoring many points for a model mom.
The midwife asked me how old Lizzie was. "Ummm...I think about 9 or 10 weeks." (What mother doesn't know how old her child is????) By the way, I checked. She's 10 1/2 weeks.
Is she rolling over? "Yes, from her stomach to her back."
Oh, well the best place for her might be the floor. "Right."
Did she have her 6 week well baby check? "No."
Oh, well we need to get her in for that. "Yeah, I'll call today for an appointment." I called right after she left.
When was her last weight check? "Ummm...I haven't taken her in to weigh her yet."
O.K. Bring her in to check her weight. "Yeah, o.k. I'll do that this week." Tomorrow.
She asked some questions about Lizzie's cold and said I might need to make an appointment for a poor baby check. Of course, this would be separate from the 6 week well baby appointment and weight check appointment. When I took Lizzie in for her 6 week immunizations (at 8 weeks) I thought the nurse would weigh Lizzie and do a well baby check. But no, immunizations are done on Thursdays and weight checks are done on Tuesdays and well baby checks are done when I make the appointment!!!!!!!!!!! When I told the midwife that in America these things are all done at ONE appointment, she smiled and said "Different systems." I would choose something other than "different", like "more efficient" or "easier on the moms."

And then the postnatal depression test. After reading the first sentence "In the past 7 days..." I thought, "I already know I'm not going to score very high." The last week Jon was not home before midnight most nights and 3 of the girls are fighting colds and I had Enrichment Night I was doing. You can interpret that how you would like, but if you know me well, last week was a long one. But, I was happy to see my score of 7 out of 30 (with zero being the perfect score saved for mothers who don't leave little babies on the couch!)