So far, this summer...
There have been a few park visits! Many park visits have been compromised by the mere location of our home...it takes too much gas to travel the distance from our home to the park, and gas is a luxury for us these days--as I imagine it to be for many large families with SUV's!
But on the days we have been able to make it to the park, the children have soaked in some rays, as the temps have been in the high 90's to 100's. The boys have been very polite by NOT begging to go home as soon as we arrive; I would like to think they are being chivalrous for their little sisters, but I think they are simply learning some better manners in certain events!
My poor Connor reminded me that he is indeed mine; on the way to the park, I looked back as Aiden was saying , "Mommy???" in a very concerned tone. Aiden was staring at Connor in disbelief as blood gushed from Connor's nose. My heart broke for him, as I handed him every napkin and wipe I had...for a moment I thought it would never stop. It did, eventually.
Maya's pout quickly turned to smiles when she made her way beneath the climbing dome!
And Aiden practiced his balancing act, as he sought me to take a picture of him without holding on to the bars!
There have also been some days out in the sun as we attempt to start running...
AGAIN!!!
How many times have you attempted to start running?
Truth be told, it is really hard to continue running when you don't have an even to train for.
Logically, you would sign up for an event...but they all cost money.
I spoke with my husband and twin about it recently, and we agreed that it would be fun to set a date for our own event, in the cause of our personal goals. I would love to train for a marathon one day again...but stay in the same shoes in the last few months so I actually run the full marathon.
I was out one morning with my children. This was after we ran 1 mile, well the boys stoped at 0.6 miles and I ran ahead a minute or so and then back for them. We walked a bit after that to catch our breath, give the kiddos drinks of cool water, and then run again. The boys said that their legs hurt, I emphasized that so do mine...really bad...but it was necessary to keep going when it hurt in order to get stronger. As we ran, they decided that they would like to train to complete a 5K by the end of the summer. I would love to get up and do that with them...it is my job to train them!!! EEEEKKKK!!! I need to get out and get us ready for a 5K. It sounds easy compared to all of my running feats...but at the stage I'm in with my personal health, it is a very hard accomplishment for me along with them. We ended up running 1.6 miles, playing in the sprinklers and walking a mile and half home. As we were walking, Aiden tailed behind in his work out gear! Silly boy saw me wear sweatshirts in the cold months as I ran, so he assumes that is a necessity! Connor walked to my left and quietly said, "Look at the crazy man behind us!" I looked, and it was my sweet and crazy Aiden!!!
To get the record straight for all those who wonder.
No, I am NOT pregnant.
Many have looked at my growing belly over the last year, and I see what they are thinking.
I went from 126 to almost 160 currently...actually went form 126 to 145 in less than a month back in December. It was not totally me...it was my body giving out on me. (Eventually stress does that! And we have lived a life full of stress! To have the issues I have at 32 is not common.)
My doctor thought I was severely depressed, which I was, but my labs proved that I was actually suffering from hypothyroidism.
I was treated starting in December.
Since, I have done a TON of dieting, started exercise regimens and done really well most of the time but stoped because, guess what?
Nothing is working.
Since December I went form 145 to almost 160.
I have not had my labs drawn again because I currently need a doctor.
I am depressed. Would you be?
Especially more so depressed because I have three sisters who are so dainty, small and cute.
I guess this is a trial I have been called to bear.
Miss Maya has decided lately that 3 is when you start acting like the terrible twos finally came...this has been the case with all of our children! She throws major tantrums, has decided to start sleeping with a toy again, is asking for bottles!! Hehe! Her bedtime toy is a giraffe which she calls a "Jeff", we all laugh at it! It was a toy her Daddy bought her on the day she was born...how fitting!
She's a very early riser. On this particular day...Friday...She woke me at 5:30. I hadn't fallen asleep until 3:30, and she came to me, bright eyes and smiling like I was her best friend! I got up with her...enjoyed her little voice, and took her to the bathroom to do her hair immediately. She loved the pampering and decided to indulge in a little blush and lip gloss! As soon as she was done, we went into the kitchen for some breakfast. She ate...and I went to the bedroom to wake Daddy so I could sleep some more! Hehe! He graciously allowed me to sleep. I was so tired that I slept until 12:40...and if I hadn't felt guilty about sleeping like that, my husband would've taken the kids so I could sleep all day long. That's just the way he's been these days! I love it!
Speaking of HIM, my husband.
I absolutely adore him. He is learning how to be such a gentle and kind man. Maybe it's because we are currently tied...women against men! There has to be a lot of tender learning around here! Every person in this house is sensitive, as a matter of fact, but the girls still far outweigh the boys in sensitivity. I have been known to let my mouth ramble these days when I'm upset...if you want an example of the rambling, go watch "Marley and Me". Find the part when they have had two children, they are all in the house, and I believe the husband is sleeping in. The dog happens to get ahold of the drape samples. The wife is going off on how it was all his fault that the dog gets ahold of things and ruins objects that she has to pay for now. He makes some not-so-kind comments, and then she goes off again, calling him a jerk, slamming doors, etc.
Sound familiar to you?
It does to me!
My husband has learned to hold his tongue! Even with the ranting from his wife, he chooses to be wise and hold his tongue. This is not the only area he is improving on, there are so many more...and I am so happy for him!
So, with this in mind, you can understand why...at church today...I became a little angered inside. I don't recall the exact conversation in Sunday school, but things were being taught. A gentleman expounded upon his belief in being accountable for the things you had the opportunity to learn in this life...and how you will not receive celestial glory if you do not take advantage of those opportunities.
First of all, do not use those judging words around me...a person will NOT receive celestial glory if... You can quote from the scriptures, but do not paraphrase on this topic, it is too tender and will discourage many form trying if they feel they just aren't good enough. Steve chirped in and bore his testimony of the Savior, noting that all people learn at different levels and rates, and that through his experiences (which are many, people) he has learned that the Savior is far more merciful than we can understand at times. So...this gentleman went back at it again, and said, "But you cannot be saved in your ignorance. If you have been given an opportunity to learn, you cannot gain that glory." I was hurt...
1. Because this man knows a lot about us and our personal situations in life and if felt like a direct insult....this is not the first time these little comments have been made after my husband makes a statement regarding the Savior and His mercy.
and
2. Bearing testimony of the Savior should never have a counter attack in a church meeting, that's all my dear husband did according to the Spirit he felt.
(I do not hold anything against this gentleman, and it does not deter what I truly believe in. People say things according to the knowledge they have, and we are at different levels in the game...always will be!)
I have sat alone with my husband many times, and even as of late, we have had the most uplifting conversations that have caused a great spirit to fall over me. He is a good man, and deserves so very much. The Lord alone will be his judge, for The Lord alone has felt every loss my husband has endured in this life time. There have been many losses in our home, amongst things of seemingly less value, such as temporal comfort and jobs...to things of eternal value, such as a child. We continue to lose hope of things pertaining to a completely comfortable life, but in it all we are doing one thing right...we ALL are cleaving tighter to each other. I watch him enjoy the children and their sweet nothings when I am at my wits end by dusk. I watch him look at me with a bit of concern when I raise my voice in frustration over things which need not be emphasized. I see him on his knees nightly with his scriptures in hand...seeking for goodness, light, and direction. I know him better than his very mother knows him, so I would hope that I can stand with the Savior to assist in his judgement one day. I am honored to be his wife.
Back to my beauties...this was before church this morning! Maya insisted on wearing Rapunzel, and I convinced her to get curly hair to go with it! Lydia likes her hair to be straight and down...it took a ton of effort to allow me to place a beret in her hair to gather it out of her eyes.
Speaking of eyes....
It is summer time...
Welcome watermelon eyes!
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