Monday, January 28, 2008
At our house, President Hinckley is the first Prophet that either of us remembers in our adult lives, as I was only 12 when he was sustained in 1995, and Chris didn't become a member of the church until 1998. We will always remember him as an incredible spiritual giant.
He will be succeeded by another man, and the Church will go forward, but we will always remember with fondness this man who has done so much for the Church. Although I can't provide an exhuastive list of his accomplishments, here are a few things from his life and ministry that make up his legacy:
- His utilization of radio and television media to spread the gospel's message
- Revealing The Family: A Proclamation to the World in 1995
- The Perpetual Education Fund, which provides means for young adults throughout the world (mostly developing countries) to obtain an education
- His involvement in building and dedicating temples, including smaller temples, Houses of the Lord in which individuals can learn more of the nature of God and receive essential ordinances, and in which families can be sealed together for eternity
- The building of the Conference Center
- His extensive worldwide travels and humanitarian efforts, even in his advanced age
- And so many more...what am I missing?
Since Chris is back at work this week, I'm now on my own with two kids, but nevertheless, I had the craving for French Toast this morning. I decided to make a double batch so that I could keep some in the refrigerator and reheat it later in the week or as a midnight snack. I busted out the 20" griddle so I could make 8 at once. My toddler waited patiently by playing with tupperware on the floor, and my baby was blissfully sleeping. By 8:30 I served Leah a piping hot slice of french toast, soaking with melty butter and dripping in hot syrup. I poured myself a glass of milk and took a bite.
It tasted really funny. My first guess was that it tasted different since I coated the griddle with butter instead of pan spray as usual. I took a second bite. Like a brick it hit me with perfect clarity: I had used 1/4 cup of salt and not sugar. French Toast is not supposed to be salty. It tasted awful and it was not salvageable. Leah didn't seem to notice and ate her whole slice, but didn't ask for seconds either. What's really a shame is that I wasted 8 eggs, 2 cups of milk, and 8 slices of bread. And I was still craving buttery, syrupy, sweet French Toast.
I mournfully poured the remaining batter down the sink and all 7 remaining slices in the garbage can and started over. (A month ago, still pregnant, this would have made me cry). Of course by the time my second try was ready, my glass of milk was warm, the syrup was cold, and the baby had woken up. So much for being Supermom. This is the kind of thing that has contributed to the "Inadequacy" label having so many entries--this kind of thing happens to me all the time.
Here's the recipe so you can make it right the first time (Better Homes & Gardens Cookbook):
4 eggs, beaten
1 cup of milk
2 T SUGAR
2 t vanilla
1/2 t cinnamon
1/4 t nutmeg
8 slices of bread
Friday, January 25, 2008
Here are the stats since our wedding day, January 25, 2003:
Number of homes we've lived in: 5
Number of states we've lived in: 2
Number of wards: 4
Number of cars we've owned: 4
Number of schools we've attended: 3
Number of degrees we've earned: 2
Number of callings: 11
Number of jobs (Chris): 8
Number of jobs (Jenny): 5
Number of children: 2
Number of ER visits: 3
Number of surgeries/hospitalizations: 6
Number of trips together: 9
Number of diapers changed: don't get me started
We plan on having a very boring and stable year until our next anniversary. We're not anticipating moving, changing jobs, having a baby, or obtaining any degrees, although hopefully we'll get to go on a few trips. How boring!
In the meantime, Chris treated me this morning by getting up with Leah so I could catch up on Z's. As of 10:30 this morning, all four of us are in pajamas. We do eventually intend to get dressed. We plan to further celebrate our 5th anniversary by doing errands, changing diapers, wiping Leah's runny nose every 3 minutes, and ordering Pizza Hut for dinner.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
And for the record, I'm not just vegging out in front of the TV, I'm folding laundry.
End of random bragging.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Complaint #1: It is January and it has been actively snowing for several days in a row; there is probably over a foot of snow in our backyard, and seeing as it will still be winter for several more months, I can't imagine we should expect the snow to disappear anytime soon. I don't mind snow, but here is my question: Why do all the department stores, shoe stores, and kids stores have spring rain boots out already and consider snow boots out of season?
Complaint #2: So after trying at least 5 stores at the mall (I even set foot in Baby Gap!), I tried Kmart. Sure enough they had snow boots in one toddler size, and of course they were on clearance. But they were annoyingly pink and have Dora on them. Usually I don't mind pink, but they are so flashy--don't they know there are other colors that girls can wear and still be girly? And Dora? I can't stand Dora. And somehow, even though I've never let Dora grace our television set, my daughter knows who she is. How is that? Seriously people, we don't make adults walk around wearing flashy bright shoes with cartoon Keifer Sutherland on them, so why do we do this to our children? And for that matter, why is there only one option for kids snow boots (pink and cartooned) when adults get entire stores full of options?
I think I'm done complaining for now. I could probably think of more things to complain about, but I'll rest my keyboard instead. You can expect that tomorrow I'll be back to my same old witty self. In the meantime, let me know what you need to complain about--something you have absolutely no control over. Make it anonymous if you want, but come on, just get it off your chest.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
One of the requests I had made of my mom for this week was for her to make decent curtains for the kids' room. She kept saying that curtains were an easy, single-day project, so I busted out my sewing machine and set her to work. We picked out a fun, colorful plaid decor fabric, and she fairly easily made four panels for the main window. But the architectural half-circle window at the top was a bit of a challenge. This window was the most important of all to cover, since uncovered it causes the room to bake by mid afternoon, and Leah would often complain that the lights were on at nap time. It was obvious that generations of residents have tried tactic after tactic to make some kind of window covering stay in place, as there was evidence of several types of tape and even Velcro adorning the window frame.
After entertaining many theories about possible ways to cover this window, we (or I should say, Mom) settled upon a flexible rod with brackets to hold it in place. The curtain itself is a long rectangle with two casings, gathered at the bottom...simple enough, right? This portion of the project took several days and a return trip to the fabric store, but it is quite a victory as the installation
So what did I do this week to be a woman of power? Does baking bread count if you make it in an automatic breadmaker? I didn't cook or clean a thing, but I think it's worth something that my body just made a baby and delivered it successfully, and that my body now produces an insane amount of milk for this tiny baby to subsist on for the next year. That makes me a woman of power, thank you very much.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
5:45 am: Woke up. Packed bags, ate breakfast, loaded car. Got ready to go to the hospital.
6:20: Dropped Leah off at sitter and headed to the hospital.
8:00: Hooked up to IV and pitocin. I was actually quite anxious and was anticipating that the pitocin would kick in really hard and fast and that it would be torture. It actually wasn't bad at all and was very gradual. My nurse Jill was really nice. This time they let me drink clear liquids the entire time, and it was much more tolerable than starving.
11:00: Doctor visited to check on me and broke my water.
12:00: Anesthesiologist came and we chatted about why my first epidural experience was so traumatic. He listened! He walked me through the process and it wasn't bad at all. I asked for a slightly smaller dose than normal--I wanted to take the edge off the pain but still be able to know when I was contracting. It worked very well to do it this way. I could wiggle my toes the entire time and the contractions felt like Braxton Hicks but were very manageable. It also meant that I wasn't numb for nearly as long afterward.
3:00: 7 cm. Still waiting. "Transition" was kind of scary--I got really dizzy and light-headed, jittery, and started crying for no reason. It was a strange feeling.
4:30: 10 cm. Time to go! We waited about 30 minutes for the doctor to come from another surgery. I pushed for only 15 minutes, and the baby was born at 5:13pm! Chris was a terrific coach. Overall, it was a very good experience!
6:30: Ate dinner. Voraciously.
7:00: Leah came to visit. We took our first family picture with the new baby.
I couldn't help but compare and contrast this experience with the first time I did it.
Baby: Leah Helen / Samuel Joseph
Birth day and time: Friday, 9:25 pm / Tuesday, 5:13pm
Baby's length: 19.5 inches /19.5 inches
Baby's weight: 7 lbs 4 oz / 7 lbs 9 oz
Baby's entrance was: 3 days late / 6 days early
Time at the hospital until baby was born: 12 hours / 11 hours
Hospital: Timpanogos /Orem Community
Distracting comedy during labor: Bruce Almighty / Happy Gilmore
Stuck in my head all day: Annoying Christmas jingle from TV commercial / Honey tree song from Winnie the Pooh
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Name: Samuel Joseph Fosdick
Saturday, January 05, 2008
I had my heart set on going into labor this weekend, meaning I had nothing planned for Saturday and wasn't planning on being at church Sunday. I know I can hang in there until Tuesday when I'm scheduled to be induced, but still...a little disappointing, no?
Friday, January 04, 2008
I'm hoping that by working on the "house of order" part this week, it will help me to in turn create an environment where I can better establish a house of prayer, fasting, faith, learning, glory, and ultimately a house of God.
Over the past few months I've done things like hang a simple hook to hang my wok on, put up a cabinet in the kitchen for my microwave and for storage, commit to a regular floor-sweeping regime, organize the bathroom counter, arrange the nursery, etc. I've seen the light and had a change of heart concerning the cleanliness of my kitchen. If only I could have the same resolution about clutter and laundry...not to imply that either is tolerable to my fragile anxiety.
So this week, my efforts to "prepare every needful thing" have been to stock up on diapers and frozen dinners, anticipate the things I'll need the first few weeks with a newborn, put away Christmas, delegate my RS responsibilities, etc. Anticipating that we will be buying a dresser in a few weeks with our tax return, I went and got it this week so that at least that much more of my life can be in order before the baby comes. It took me approximately 5 hours to put together, but it is solid and sturdy and will undoubtedly meet our needs. Of course, it is so big that it didn't fit in the spot I had designated for it, meaning I made Chris rearrange our bedroom furniture at 10:30 last night. Poor guy.
Another preemptive measure to feel like I have a house of order was to put on our new couch cover. I just can't handle the thought of spit-up soaking into our nice couch, so here was a way to minimize that stressor before it ever reared its nasty head.
Incidentally, in the process of vacuuming the couch and scrubbing each cushion before putting on the cover, I found practically an entire box of cheerios, our checkbook, a plethora of pens and pencils, and yes, that long-lost remote control.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Well, what if every day of the year were patterend after what you did on New Year's Day?
For example, today the whole family slept in late and barely changed out of pajamas. Since it was a Federal Holiday, Chris got paid even though he didn't have to go to work. I took a nice hot shower, bathed my child, made a yummy dinner, ran the dishwasher twice, vacuumed, took a nice long afternoon nap, did several loads of laundry, and didn't spend a dime! Wouldn't it be nice if every day were inexpensive and restful, yet productive?
On the other hand, I didn't actually leave the house once. I did shower and get dressed, but it was at 7:00 at night, and I never did bother to put in my contact lenses. I changed three supernasty diapers and kissed pinched fingers better. I didn't actually go to bed until 3 this morning, was hungover on Sparkling Cider, and had a double dose of dessert for lunch. Wouldn't it be awful if every day it was below freezing, I pigged out on desserts, I was extremely lazy, we were almost out of my toddler's diapers, and I were only days away from giving birth?
What would your year mean if you did today over and over again?