This View...

I hate this view. It kills me that some days my baby's days are spent looking at the back of my laptop while I do homework. I do not spend most days like this. I try really hard to make baby's naptime also mommy's homework time. Today is an exception because I've been sick.

I had a huge realization this week. I figured I had realized how you couldn't take a "day-off" from being a parent, but I hadn't. When I woke up sicker-then-a-dog Monday morning, (Matt was sick too.) it was hard to come to terms with this fact: Even when you can't take care of yourself, you still have to take care of your child. Even though I was too dizzy to stand, Bean still wanted to be rocked back to sleep, sung to, and played with.

Thank goodness for Grandmas!

Now I'm torn. I'm torn between cleaning my house, (which has went two days without being cleaned) doing my laundry, (which is piled sky-high) doing homework, (I have three papers due by tomorrow) or making up for lost play-time with Bean.

I pick Bean.

A Day In The Life....

You may be thinking...That this is a picture of another life form... Or maybe some sort of pastry... Think again!




It's Holynd's leg! She's getting really really chubby!!!!!!!



Look at me! I'm trying so hard to stay sitting up!




Uh oh!!!! TIMBER!!!!!!!!

What do I do now?!?!?



Wait! Almost there!

TA DA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I love being a mom!!!!!!

A Day in the Life...

Time: 11:42am

Diapers Changed: Three

Meals made: 1.5 (I have rolls rising for lunch.)

Smiles shared: A LOT!

Itsy-Bity Spiders Sang: 4

Assignments done for school: 2

Counters washed: 4

Laundry loads done: 2

I Am Proud...

I was reading past Nie Nie posts and found a post where she had posted what she was proud of. Ever since then I couldn't help but think of what I'm proud of.

I am proud of my husband.

I am proud of my daughter.

I am proud to be a member of the church.

I am proud of our little 3-bedroom condo in the "sticks".

I am proud that my little brothers and niece are black.

I am proud of my two little sisters.

I am proud of myself for taking 18 credits while pregnant. I hiked all over campus, attended lectures, participated in study groups, rode trax and never once cared of all the wierd looks I received when I was almost too big to walk. In that regard, everyone who asked me dumb questions (i.e. Professor: Uh? I'm not certified to deliver a baby. Are you sure you want to come to my class?) should be proud of me for not punching them in the face.

I am proud that I started a 15 credit semester with a newborn. I've never gotten behind, expected special treatment or missed a class because of being a mother. I'm actually the best student I've ever been. I have new reason for getting even better grades. Going to school helps keep me organized and not lazy, which also helps me be a better mother.

I am proud of my major. I love my major. I'm pretty much obsessed with US Economics. I watch the DOW and the S&P all day long. I read The Economist often and even tried to talk Matt into going to the Utah Economic Summit with me this year.

I am proud that my daughter keeps me grounded.

I am proud that I chose to be a stay-at-home-student-mom.

I am proud that I've decided to do a Master's program. Matt and I decided from the beginning we would never let anything stand in the way of education. My patriarchical blessing says that I should obtain as much education as I can. I obtain academic education and also homemaking education everyday.

I am proud of my second-hand washer that you have to start with a pair of pliers. (No joke.)

I am proud that I cram three servings and fresh fruit and veggies down Matt and I's throats everyday so we can live healthier lives.

I am proud that I don't diet, I eat. I eat healthy, colorful and wisely. (Except when I go down to my mom's, then it's every fat calorie for itself.) Eating healthy is a lifestyle choice, not a diet. Diets are temporary. I do not want something temporary.

I am proud that I attend the University of Utah.

I am proud to be an Honors student.

I am proud that one of my favorite activities is painting Holynd's fingernails.

I am proud that I can spend hours putting together outfits for Holynd.

I am proud that I was married in the temple.

I am proud that I can't stand wrinkles in clothes.

I am proud that I chose to vaccinate Holynd.

I am proud that I didn't hurt Matt when I had to wait 13 hours for an epidural (after receiving Pitocin to start my labor) during Holynd's delivery. Matt's very proud of me too.

I am proud that my laundry hampers are never full because I'm totally devoted to keeping up with my laundry.

I am proud that I really try to be a "good cook". (I didn't get the good cooking gene, but I am TRYING, that counts!)

I am proud our country elected a black president.

I am proud that Matt and I say our prayers everynight together.

I am proud I chose to give Holynd only necessary amounts of baby formula. (She's happy and fat.)

What's everyone else proud of?!?

Tevyn oss...

So my little brother Isaac is a hoot! I'm posting this mainly to remember it, but hopefully it will make someone smile. Isaac is in Kindergarten, yesterday he wrote this note.

"Tevyn oss Isaac McCoy oll her monny..."

It says: Tevyn owes Isaac & McCoy all her money. He put it in her piggybank before silly-stringing her room yesterday.

A Day of Hangin' with the Boys... And Tevyn.

Holynd and I are down in Payson today. My mom had a funeral she went to, so I offered to spend the day down here and make sure that Tevyn and the boys got to where they needed to be. People are always writing about things that their kids say... but Holynd isn't old enough to talk yet. However, McCoy and Isaac said some pretty funny and interesting things today.

While watching the baby listen to one of her toys sing a lullabye...
McCoy: "Awe... it reminds her of Jesus!"

Isaac found some silly string down in Tevyn's room. After admitting to covering her bed in silly string he says...
Isaac: "What? You can't keep a man away from his silly string."

A conversation while I'm holding the baby..
McCoy: "She lived with Jesus as a tiny spirit until He put her in your tummy."

Isaac while trying to calm the baby.. (To the tune of "Go To Sleep..")
Isaac: "It's okay, It's okay, It's okay little baby...
Your mommy's here and will make sure we don't attack you!"

Isaac when we go to order Happy Meals....
Isaac: "Give us 24 orders of Chicken Nuggets please! And four Sweet'n Sour sauces!"

McCoy when I first walked through the door...
McCoy: "I fed her half a raisin and she liked it!"

Isaac after noticing a Help Wanted sign in a window...
Isaac: "Oh, it's a sign for Help One Another. It means someone quitted and they need help."

I can't wait until Holynd starts talking! Happy Wednesday everyone!