A went to a friend's house to play today, so it was just T and me. We made Rice Krispie treats. As I was stirring the marshmallows, T found a Josh Groban CD sitting near the CD player in the kitchen. He asked me to turn it on. I put it in and we be-bopped and swayed to each song that came on. It got to be lunch time, so I warmed up some left over enchiladas, and we sat down to eat. We continued to sway to the music. Suddenly, T reaches his little two-year-old hand, palm up toward me across the table saying, "Let dance." I held his hand, and we swayed as we ate. Good times!!!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
We've watched this movie as a family, and the kids think these scenes are so funny.
The key for the new van is like a switchblade. You push the button, and the key pops out. T quickly learned to push the button and run the key through his hair as he says, "Two dollars....Cash."
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Just a couple quick stories for you....
Yesterday DJ was home with a bad cough. We even had her sleep on a mattress on the floor of our bedroom I was so worried about her. I swear it was bronchitis. She had this a few times as a small child but hasn't in the past few years. I decided that I'd give it a day and take her to the doctor on Tuesday if it continued to sound that bad.
At about 1pm, DJ came upstairs where I was doing laundry and said, "Dad's on his way home to give me a blessing. I just called him."
Wow! All on her own. Looks like my daughter knows where to turn when the going gets tough. I was just so touched by this.
Z arrived home about fifteen minutes later. He gave her the blessing she needed. A fever developed about three hours later, and that was pretty much the last of it. I heard no coughing at all last night and the coughing I heard today has been very mild.
This morning, I found T sleeping in my bed between Z and I. A few minutes later, I realized I was STARVING (doctor says it's because the baby's going through a growth spurt--so that must mean I'm going through one too--oh JOY!, so I ran downstairs as quietly as I could (it being 6am) and poured myself a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats and ate it quickly. I returned to the bedroom to find T sitting up in bed. I climbed in with the hopes of getting just a few more minutes of rest, but before I knew it, there was T looking lovingly into my eyes saying, "My mom" with the sweetest inflection I've ever heard. It melted my heart. Am I a pregnant sap or what?
Q got a new CD. We were listening to it in the car yesterday. She told me that there was a song coming up that she wanted me to hear because it was written to the singer's mom. This morning, on my way to the doctor's office, I turned on the CD and that song came on. Being the pregnant sap that I am, I started to cry. As I pull into the parking lot, I'm wiping tears off of my cheeks. I had two thoughts as I listened. First, of how blessed I was to be raised by such a great woman and second, the thought that someday I'd like my daughters to think the same of me. What huge shoes I have to fill.
Here's the song:
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Monday, April 20, 2009
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Friday, April 17, 2009
I mentioned it briefly in a previous post, but we got ourselves a new vehicle that would fit our current family plus one. I have honestly NEVER seen our kids so excited about a car. They can't wait to go someplace. The thing is a monster. I figure it is symbolic of my giving in to living in a giant's world (it's about time).
For so many years, it's been us who have had to call and ask for rides places. When people have called us asking for rides, we have frequently had to turn them down. Well...not any more. It's been so fun to have people call us and ask us for rides this past week.
One of my friends, who has a son G's age, called the other day and asked if I could pick her son up today when I pick up G. The kids announced to all of their mutual friends yesterday that he was going to get to ride in the Hesses "party van."
The amazing thing is that although the thing is HUGE, it drives like a van. It has sensors in the front and rear bumpers, so I don't hit anything.
I posted this youtube link before, but this is the one we purchased.
If you ever need a ride, or just feel like partying with us in the party van, give us a call.
Posted by Julie Hess at 2:41 PM
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I just have to share this. It's still blowing me away. As I was putting groceries away tonight, I realized that another big thing I learned this past year was how to use coupons and save money. This has relieved so much financial stress in my life.
Because there were no new coupons in the Sunday paper this week, getting everything figured out for shopping was super fast (thanks to the Obsessive Shopper). We went to McDonald's for dinner because it was McTeacher night and the kids' school would get 20% of all that was purchased there tonight.
Afterward, we stopped at Albertson's because we had time before the oldest kids had to be at the church for Mutual.
We seemed to just zip through. I had #1, #2 and #3 with me--a much different story than having the youngest two with me. Must be why it went so fast.
Anyway, when we were in the cereal aisle, I asked the kids to get four boxes of Frosted Flakes and four boxes of Frosted Mini Wheats. I had coupons for these two kinds, but I totally forgot to to tell them to grab the sizes that were on sale.
When I got to the car, I was very disappointed because I was expecting to spend less than $100. It ended up that I had spent $123.37. Sigh.... I got to looking at my receipt. At the very top were listed the cereals. They were listed as $4.79 and $5.19 per box. Ugh! I mentioned this to the Warden, and he asked if I wanted to go back in. We dropped #s 1 and 2 at the church and headed back.
I left the wrong boxes with the guy working the self-check area and went and got the right sizes. They were $2.29/box and really only a few ounces less.
So, here's how it all played out without boring you with too many numbers. The guy refunded my money and the cereal coupons I had used. He returned $44.92 to me. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!!! He then scanned the right boxes. They came to $18.32--that's just for the sale price--no coupons. I had $5 worth of coupons I had printed online earlier in the day, so he put those in next. I had also received a $5 off your next purchase coupon when I had checked out with the original trip, so I used this.
My total ended up being $8.32.
It was just so astonishing to see all that cash left in my hands. I had saved $36.60. So, when it all came down to it, had I purchased the correct cereal on my first trip, I would have saved $204.90 and spent $86.77. Much more like what I was hoping for in the first place.
How did I EVER do it before coupons?
Posted by Julie Hess at 8:48 PM
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I am a very random person (if you hadn't noticed). Not really sure why that is--genetics? personality? upbringing? Just not real sure, but I'd love to overcome it. I'd love to be so together that life is just easy and just a matter of upkeep; not always putting out the same fires over and over again. Am I being unrealistic? Is it just that on the other side of the fence everyone else looks so organized, orderly and together, but it's just how it looks? Or is it really that I've missed out on some of that somewhere? If that's the case, where do I get some of that?
Yesterday I spent quite a bit of time with the pamphlet "One for the Money." I have organized a budget, and I feel really good about it. I've said this before, and I'm sure I'll say it many more times in my life, but I love it when smart (and inspired) people share their brilliance with the rest of us.
One of the things it says is, "Accumulate your basic food storage and emergency supplies in a
systematic and orderly way." When I went to visit my dad yesterday, his wife asked me how our year's supply was doing. I told her we had food storage. She encouraged me to inventory it. But, to be honest, I know we don't have enough--not for nine people for a year. We're getting there, and coupons are helping a TON (thanks, Rebecca)! The thought of inventorying it is overwhelming to me right now. She asked if we had wheat. I said yes, but it was purchased years ago, and we don't have a grinder for it, so what's the use? I'm much more of the attitude of store what you eat, but I know that some long-term storage is also needed.
So, here's where I need your help. What do you do that is in alignment with the charge from "One for the Money?" How do you keep it all systematic and orderly? With a family of nine, it's a daunting task just to think about buying it, but accumulating it, storing it, and then inventorying it is a completely other thing. Ugh! I know I will be helped as I strive to be obedient, but part of being obedient is being smart. That's where I come to you, my smart (and inspired) friends. Can you help me out?
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Monday, April 13, 2009
Here's what my birthday cake looked like tonight. It was Baskin-Robbins chocolate mint chip with white cake. Yes, some days (very few, I'm grateful to say at this point in my life), but yes, some days, I do think I feel this age. Possibly more frequently in the next three months. We'll see.
So, here's me last year at this time, and here I am this year. Who would have ever thought I'd be looking like this now? In this past year, I lost 25 pounds just to gain it right back plus some. I'm glad to know that I'll be able to do it again. I think I'm more determined than ever to keep it off.
This has been a great year for getting back in touch with so many people who have been influential in my life. I've been loving this whole blogging thing and facebook has been nearly miraculous for one such as I, who is so bad at keeping in touch with people.
From April 13th 2008 to April 13th 2009, here are some important events that have occurred.
- Had an amazing 40th birthday party.
- Another wonderful year at Girls' Camp.
- Had a great family reunion in Seaside in July.
- A started Kindergarten.
- Q started high school.
- Lost 25 pounds and gained "lifetime" with Weight Watchers.
- Got pregnant--expecting another girl (11 years since my last daughter was born).
- Got a new calling.
- Bought a new car.
- Finished two classes and started another.
- Z turned 40.
- New washer and dryer (and dryer duct work).
Here's what a year looks like:
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
After five years as 1st Counselor in Young Women, I was released today. I have been called as the new nursery leader. We have two nurserys in our ward, and I will be with the older group of kids. One of the other women whom I will work with is due with twins around the same time I am, so I'm going to have to find someone who'd be willing to sub for me during that time.
I'm very excited for this calling--comfy clothes, snacks, sit on the floor, take your shoes off, play, and more than anything else, hang out with little children who love you no matter how silly you act (actually, they love you for your goofiness). I am so up for this. Perfect with a little one on the way.
I will miss the young women terribly and hope they will still choose to have me in their lives.
Today was the joint lesson. Twenty four girls were there. I put symbols of the last few days of Christ's life in plastic eggs and scriptures that went with them in other eggs. There were twenty four eggs in all. I think it went pretty well. I felt the Spirit there, so I figure that in and of itself is a success.
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Saturday, April 11, 2009
Well, we bit the bullet and bought the beast. It's HUGE! It was NOT fun. I hate car shopping, but it's ours now, and we all fit so nice and comfy in it. We are no longer owners of a Honda Odyssey. I will sincerely miss that van, but you do what you have to do. Just glad to have it done knowing that we will have room for all of our family plus three when little Lachlan comes along.
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Friday, April 10, 2009
Okay, Alyson, I'll end your curiosity.
I really do believe that doctors that really listen to their patients are a rare breed, and so far, I've been fortunate to have met two. The first was my former doctor, who I wish I still was able to see. The other is my current doctor. Honestly, the jury is still out on her, but considering her great compassion, I have no reason to disbelieve that she really intends to do her best by me. As I shared this story with her at my most recent appointment, she said it gave her "goosebumps," and she would do all that she could to see that this wouldn't happen again. For now, I have to believe her.
In my most recent post, I commented about A's story and that I would share it. So, here it is.
When I was first pregnant with him, I contacted my doctor's office to make an appointment. The receptionist asked me what hospital I would be delivering at. He had delivered three of my other children all at a rather inconvenient hospital. When I replied to the receptionist's question with the name of that same hospital, she told me that I would have to find another doctor as he no longer would deliver at that location.
I was heart broken. How could this be? How was I EVER going to find another doctor of his caliber?
I reluctantly turned to an Ob that had performed surgery on me years prior--before I was even married. I had been referred to him by three co-workers back in the day.
I saw him for a number of months and felt some relief when I ran into my kids' pediatrician leaving her appointment at his office as I was entering for one of my appointments. I knew if she had enough trust in him, he had to be good.
I kept trying to convince myself of this as I went month after month, but finally at about seven months into the pregnancy, it all caught up to me.
At seven months, I had a nightmare. I dreamt that I was waking up in a dark room with only the light from the hallway through an open door. I was laying on a gurney and was just waking from anesthesia. The doctor and his assistant entered and very matter-of-factly told me, "The trouble started at about 1am. The baby died. I'm sorry." He then left the room.
For the rest of the dream, I wandered the hospital looking for a friendly face, a shoulder to cry one, but there was none to be found.
When I awoke, my pillow was really wet, and it was clear that I had been crying in real life.
Now, please understand that I'm not one of those people who has revelatory dreams, so I really give little credence to them, but after about two weeks of pondering on this, I realized that if something really did happen, and I didn't do something about it, I would blame myself forever. I decided that I'd better be a bit proactive.
I called my former doctor. This time I refused to just talk to the receptionist and asked to speak with his assistant. She was out of the office, but I was forwarded to her voice mail. I left a message expressing my understanding that he would no longer deliver at the hospital where I could deliver but would he please, if at all possible, make an exception in my case.
A few days later, I received a phone call. Amy, his assistant, said, "Oh, Julie, who told you he wouldn't deliver at that hospital any more? Of course he'll do that for you. Can you come in tomorrow?"
I cheerfully went to my appointment with him the next day. You have to understand that this doctor isn't perfect. You have to wait a long time in the waiting room to see him--formerly this really bugged me. He also misdiagnosed me with gestational diabetes when I was pregnant with DJ, and I went to a dietician and pricked my finger for an entire weekend before he called me on Monday to tell me he had given me the wrong woman's test results. But, on this particular day, none of that mattered at all. I would have waited an eternity for him.
When he came in the room, he asked me to describe the entire dream to him. He asked if I was full term when I delivered in the dream. I told him that I assumed I was. He assured me that if that were the case, he would deliver the baby as early as it would be possible for him--thirteen days. We set the induction date that day.
As the day of induction approached, I grew more nervous. I had never had a baby that early before, but I just had to trust that we were doing the right thing.
Everything went very well. After A was delivered, the doctor delivered the placenta. He examined it as he did each time, but this time his reaction caught my attention, "Hmm. That's interesting." He shared with me that for some reason, which cannot be explained, sometimes, even in healthy pregnancies, the placenta starts to deteriorate. It seems that in this case, it had started some time before. He told me that if we had waited until closer to the due date, this baby might not have made it.
As I have thought about it over the years, how else would I have listened to this warning? What other way could I have been made known of this? Of course, I didn't know, but I guess I knew enough to do something when it kept bugging me.
I was extremely grateful for a doctor who listened.
Posted by Julie Hess at 10:32 PM
We're still looking for a van to fit our growing brood. There's actually one across town! Only problem...it's new. We were hoping for a used one just because new ones lose their value so quickly. But, to not have to have it shipped or take a trip across country would be a great bonus. Also, the trade in of our beloved Odyssey (I will miss that van) would be easily handled right here in our own city. We're going to look at it on Saturday afternoon.
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Thursday, April 9, 2009
LOVE this one. Z and I decided that we both want to be #51.
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This Sunday, I'm in charge of teaching the joint YW Easter lesson. I think this is the only joint lesson I teach all year. Somebody teaches all the YW (ages 12-18) once month. Just so happens that I get the Easter lesson this year. Tricky thing is, there is no Easter lesson outlined in the YW manuals, so I get to come up with it on my own.
Last night, when Z and I went out, I told him what I was doing (I've been working on this for the last three weeks), and I asked him if he had any input. He said it might be good if I mentioned the Atonment and the Resurrection. I said, "Hmm. What a good idea." He then said, "I might not do the Easter Bunny thing." I replied with, "That was just the angle I was going to take. You ruin all my fun." He's a great help. Oh, us, and our sarcasm.
I was originally going to show this video, but have since realized that I need to have an internet connection at the church to do so, so there goes that.
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