Back in October: Autumn Almanac

Photo Album: A Shower for Jaelynn

Last night before I went to bed I compiled a few pictures of Jaelynn’s October baby shower to post on the bloggy.

Or maybe I should tell you first that we served soups, rolls and cinnamon rolls for the shower luncheon. At least a hundred perfectly gooey, perfectly delightful cinnamon rolls. Jami made them all. When I arrived at her house she had cinnamon rolls stored everywhere. In the oven, on the kitchen table, on top of the fridge, on top of the dryer, in the microwave.  Everywhere!

Baby Shower Cinnamon Rolls

Anyway, last night I looked through the baby shower pictures and then I called it a night and snuggled between my covers and drifted to dreamland.

I dreamt about cinnamon rolls. All. Night. Long. They were stored everywhere in my house, and I just kept eating them.  Hundreds of cinnamon rolls consumed by me.  Perfectly gooey, perfectly delightful cinnamon rolls. And no matter how sick I got, I had to keep eating. There was a point in my dream that my arm got too tired of feeding myself so I just dug in, pie eating contest style. 

It was like an eating contest meets crazy pregnant lady. I woke up this morning despising cinnamon rolls. {{shudder}}

Anyway, a few pictures from Jaelynn’s baby shower.

What I Meant to Say – Back in October

The other day while I was in the shower Jace asked me where I had put the baby. 

“What baby?” I asked. 

“The baby in your tummy.” he answered. 

“Ummm. . .it’s still right here in my tummy.  How come?” 

He looked at me confused, thought for a little bit then said “because mom and dad’s take showers, babies take baths.”

Right. 

Anyway, I’m rewinding to October.  And I’m keeping it short.

·    Remember how someone broke into our bank account back in May and stole all of our money.  In October it happened again.  Totally awesome, take two.

·    Brynlee started writing her first, middle AND last name on every.single.one of her school papers.  Dang overachiever. 

·    Kali Jo and I went on a hot date to the Mystic Theater.  Prime rib, cheesecake and Jekyll and Hyde.  And although I was in the first stages of ummmm, this pregnancy may very well be the death of me we had a great time.  Fabulous time, even.  And since Kali is such a great friend she didn’t even complain when I requested that we go outside during intermission so I could spit without qualm.  Why yes, I am that classy.

·    Side note: A good portion of my pregnancy doom and gloom comes from the sheer amount of spit that I produce while creating a baby.  My saliva glands go into overdrive.  It’s disgusting.  I can fill an entire water bottle. . . too much information?  Yeah, I think so too.  Moving on. 

·    Spence introduced Jace to He-Man {circa 1983}.  Jace was smitten at episode one and every now and again convinces Brynlee to be Battle Cat so he can ride on her back in his quest to conquer the universe.

·    We brought home my newest love, my LG Steam washer and dryer.  Doing laundry has never felt so hip.

·    My sisters and I successfully threw a baby shower for Jaelynn.  Jessica brought Taco Soup.  I decided that Taco Soup was the BEST THING EVER and ate it for a week straight. 

·    FYI: And then Taco Soup joined a quickly growing list of foods that I shall never, ever partake of again.

·    Brynlee sang a solo in the primary program at church.  I Love to See the Temple.  Everything about it was perfection, says her totally unbiased mother.

·    Jace and I continue to love our one on one time while Brynlee is at school.  That kid, I can't get enough of him.

·    We found a huge beehive in our maple tree and had a good time dissecting it.

·    And of course Halloween festivities: painting pumpkins, volunteering at Brynlee’s school Halloween party, pumpkin patch and Halloween.



Brynlee and her VSP doll.

Kali and I after our night out.

My superhero.

Brynlee and her friend, Alyssa, after self decorating with the Halloween stickers.

A beehive from our maple tree.

Halloween party at Brynlee's school.

Kate and Jake filled the kids Halloween bags to the brim.  My kids sorta love those two.

And that’s October in a nutshell.

Stop, Rewind, Play.

You know that feeling when you have so much to do that you just don’t know where to start?  So instead of doing the dishes, or getting the laundry started or making beds or cleaning up the spilt cheerios you walk in circles – pretending to be busy – while you contemplate the pros and cons of what to do first.  And then, somehow, it’s already lunch time and you still haven’t showered or brushed your teeth, you can’t even find your to-do list anymore and to top it off the cheerios have magically multiplied and replenished to an astonishing new level.

That’s where I’m at with blogging.

I mean, do I go back to October and write about the outdated happenings – like Thanksgiving, and our Christmas season, and how my adorable little Brynlee sang a solo in the primary program at church.  Do I commit myself to writing down the outdated for memories sake?  Or do I start fresh leaving the last 4 months explained as a time that I was too sick to even turn on my computer.

It's a quandary alright.  A big, fat {exaggerated} journaling quandary.  But I debate still the same.

The easiest thing to do would be to pick up today with yet another lame blog post about our current happenings.  It’s a new year after all and honestly, with all the nausea and pregnancy woes our Christmas season wasn’t really that eventful.  There’s not really that much to record for memories sake.

But my OCD tells me otherwise.  In case you are wondering, obsessive disorders don’t take sick leaves.  And the holidays only seem to aggravate them.  And for some strange, unexplainable reason I can hear my little sis's whining voice complaining that Mom wrote about “every.single.one of our labor and deliveries EXCEPT FOR HERS!”  Not that mom loves her any less, but Katie was the fifth kid.  And seriously, how many different ways can you write “It hurt like heck and I swore never to do it again, and then {tada} I held my new baby and all the misery was forgotten.”  But nonetheless, Kate feels a bit jipped by the whole pregnancy journaling thing.

Which is why I will still be writing Jace’s Third Birthday letter.  Four months after the dang kid turned three.  Because the little guy already has to be the middle child in our family, he shouldn’t have to live with the complex that his mother wrote a letter to every.single.one of her children on their third birthday, EXCEPT FOR HIM.  Think of the counseling and therapy that would ensue.  Right, Katie?

And while I’m rewinding back to September to write Jace’s birthday letter I might as well tell you a few other things that has happened since then.  Just because.  And why not.  And the OCD.

So what I’m saying is over the next week or so you can expect some rewind posts that were so last year.

If you’ve already moved on and one more word about the Holidays is going to cause you to throw a frozen fruitcake at your computer screen feel free to ignore my next few posts.  No hard feelings.