9/11/14

Let's Do This Thing Already!

My toes are ready:
Painstakingly painted with shellac so they're not going anywhere. You gotta go to my new nail girl.

My tummy is ready:
37 weeks
38 weeks

Rebekah is ready:
At the Ogden Temple open house with two non-members.  Thanks to Rebekah who encouraged this trip.  I'm so impressed with her fearless desire to know the culture of where she currently lives and doesn't shy away from Mormon things though they can be overwhelming.   She's such a supportive open minded friend.  

Silas is ready:
Big brother on deck.
This silly boy will do anything for laughs. Today he paraded around in a tutu when the Primary presidency came over, just to make them giggle.
Sisi's first day at preschool. Loves it. Age 4 1/2

Mimi is ready:
I got the best if both worlds with this girl. She loves dressing fancy AND getting dirty.  We found a construction gravel supply (no trespassing) and went diving through the pebbles.  The kids call it Sandyland.  We may get arrested someday.
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Mimi's been giving us hell these last few nights as she transitions back into school.  The other day she wanted to watch a show before bed and in order to rush her through it Hush set up three iPads at different places in the episode and allowed them to run for ten minutes concurrently. Efficient tv watching.

Miranda at her namesake play The Tempest.  I'm always amazed at how live theater can make sense to even the smallest children.  Kids loved it.

Jude is ready:
We went to This Is The Place on Labor Day.  It's more than just a monument now; there's a whole town set up to show you how the new settlers to Utah lived.  It's a great place to visit and they have cool crafts and Native American dance shows, pony rides and ice cream. Great place to send kids with grandparents (or with their anachronistic stepfather who likewise loved it).
Doing perler beads with Aidan.  Both of these boys have remarkable attention spans for small motor skills work.
The children are allowed to pick out their own Halloween costume this year rather than doing a group theme.  Jude, 6, has selected this butch motorcycle dude and it delights my soul.
Doing pre-baby henna on all of our tummies. 

Hush is ready:
Everybody learning how to milk, vaguely aware of how much this type of activity is shortly going to be part of their lives.
At the fun center which has been my respite in the last few weeks. Pass of all passes render the whole joint (all rides and laser tag and golf) free! I sit, they play.  And finally Hush was able to come take the kids on the adult must accompany rides.
Our paltry outdoorsy nature experience this summer.  We couldn't rock climb nor hike at all because of my condition and our moving chaos.  We are ready to be back to our normal activities and we are 
READY FOR THIS BABY!










8/16/14

Birth Party Plan

In preparation for the birth of my fourth minion I’ve been rereading The Red Tent by Anita Diamant.  Like so many books for and about women, labor and birth are focal points.  The births in The Red Tent are attended by sisters.  Men wait outside nervously.  Hush is trying to negotiate his way out of the delivery room, but there is no such luck for modern husbands. 

At one point in the book a mother is in a distant land and has gone into labor far from her sisters but finds that “The cries of a laboring mother bring out other women like geese responding to the call of a leader in flight.”  And delivering she “pushed for long hours, supported by women who became her sisters, at least for that day.”

I am terrified to have a baby without my Greenbomb sisters.Sorority

This is our sorority in 2011 (missing Val, Alina and Aubrey) doing what we do best: eating and loving up some babies (Silas and Otto).

I have some stand-ins who have kindly accepted the invitation to be my birth party.  This is how to have a birth party ala Greenbomb.

Step one:  Have your phone on.  You will be texted and expected when the mother is officially checked in and dilated to a 3.  Get there as soon as you can, but not neglecting this golden opportunity to look both cuter and less gigantic than the laboring sweaty mother.

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Celia, Paige and me attending Otto’s birth.  Notice how we are all dolled up, but please ignore my awkward posing and facial expressions.  But damn I’m skinny!  Must have been mid-divorce.

Step two:  You are on outside world contact duty.  Ignore all “no cell phones” rules.  Specifically, please continuously update my sisters about my progress/mood/everything they’re missing.  Cattiness is fine.  Please report back all the funny things they say. The dad is responsible for the Baby is Here phone calls, which must be done in age order, Jim to Camille. Ebirth1

Paige on phones.  Sylvie’s birth I think.

Step three:  Although let’s face it, he has much less experience than you do, you are in charge of making the dad feel important and relevant.  He needs to hear and interact with the doctors because he can make medical decisions for me while I’m out of it.  Make sure he has treats and cell phone juice, please.  He is both the cause of this ordeal AND the one person who can make the mother feel calm.  Make sure he’s always in the face position of the mother, like Mark here:

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E’s friend Lindsay took Celia’s place for Sylvie’s birth.

Step four:  MAKE ME LOOK GOOD.  You are in charge of making sure my hair doesn’t look more whacked out than it usually does (braids are good).  Take photos from flattering angles.  Make sure I have sufficient make-up on.  I’m going to have to look at these pictures for the rest of my life and if I look terrible in them that’s on you, team.  I’m pushing a baby out, I have other crap to worry about.  Also I’ll likely be dancing with sugar plums on Stadol. 

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This might be my favorite picture of Ellie ever.

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Paige making my hair tidy.  I started to faint right after this picture, but before I blacked out Celia blended the powder on my nose.

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Jude’s birth.  Good photo angle.

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Silas’ birth.  Makeup application by Paige.

Step five: YOU ARE THE FUN.  Births can be interminable (not mine, they take like three hours) so it’s your job to distract and entertain.  Go through all of the drawers and find the good loot and try it all on.  Bring US Weekly and gossip and baby name books.  The more talking the less I am aware of the pain.  I’ll scream if I need medical attention.  “A woman in birth is at once her most powerful and her most vulnerable.” –Marcie Macari

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Paige “checking” my dilation.

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Celia and Paige telling me all about Elin’s divorce from Tiger Woods.  Relevant at the time.

Step six:  Help me push out that baby.  When the doctors come in and the transformer bed is all set up your position is holding knees and talking me through the scary part.  Hush will be my focal point.  Just FYI, I’ve never taken any birth classes and don’t know a thing about breathing because I believe in highly medicated childbirth.  If the meds don’t work you have to teach me what to do, like what Celia did during my unmedicated transition with Jude.   You can look down from that position, but no looking up from the foot of the bed or I may kick you.  Prevent husband from looking, he just doesn’t need to be scarred in that way. 

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This is Celia during the serious part.

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And here’s Celia cracking herself up during the serious part.  Click through to Silas’ birth story to see the video Paige took of Celia while I was pushing out a freaking kid.  Oh and the video at the bottom of Mimi meeting Si is to die for.

Step seven:  You’re in charge of making sure nothing inappropriate is put on film.  All modesty is out the window during labor so if I forget to cover myself up, help a girl out please.  You’re also in charge of making sure the important moments are on film (mostly pictures of Hush and his new baby girl.)

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Paige’s hand covering my nakedness while holding newborn Jude.  Celia blogged the birth on my page for me.

Step eight:  You have every right to cuddle the new baby you helped bring into the world!  And your naming opinions will be heard.  Paige helped name Mimi, Celia suggested Silas. 

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All the pregnancy books talk about birth plans but this is what a birth plan looks like to me.  Many thanks to my sisters for teaching me all about how to make childbirth days the best days of my life; thanks in advance to my family and friends who have agreed to come to this birth.  I am so so very fortunate that I get to go through the exquisite torture of childbirth.  I’m even more thankful I get to experience it at a time when medicine and doctors make it less risky and terrifying.  At 36.5 weeks now I can safely say that I’m so uncomfortable that I wouldn’t mind if I had to sneeze this child out of my nostril as long as it comes out soon and perfect. 

And the greatest thanks, of course, to Hush for picking me to have his baby.

Ok, GO TEAM!

8/10/14

Indiana Jude

A few weeks back Hush and I introduced the children to Indiana Jones.  As is right and proper, they were instantly enamored.  During the horrible dinner scene in Temple of Doom Hush filmed us watching and being horrified by the disgusting dishes they served.  Silas' reactions were my favorite, "They're eating 'nakes!"







So for Jude's 6th birthday he requested an Indiana Jones party.  We happened to be in Dville a week before his birthday and all the cousins were around so Pam and I tee'd up the Indiana Jones themed dinner and surprised Jude with all of the gag-inducing things we could imagine.



Kool-aid with Marshmallows and chocolate chips


Silas was particularly creeped out by this.


Spiral noodles cooked in red food coloring with a monkey mask.








Indiana Jones needs a real whip, thanks Grandma Pamma!


Jude and Griffin


Mark and Baby Abe



The cousins then went on a treasure hunt and smashed a monkey pinata.  It was a party success!

For Jude's actual birthday we were back in Utah so we met our Utah cousins at the Fun Center.  (Kara, did you get any pictures of all the kids together?  I took a total of three pictures bc I was too busy not having a baby at the fun center.)


Silas' scared face.


And for his special birthday treat Jude requested Root beer floats and a man outing with Hush.  They went bowling and had a grand old time.  


8/9/14

But Does it Come in Beige?

Alrighty Alrighty.  We landed in Utah County and it is everything you might imagine it would be, had you ever spent any time around Provo.  There are a lot of positives.  You might expect the people to be weirdo Utah Mormons (the type who shower with their g’s on and shake their heads at any non-standard appearance or behavior) but in reality they are just too nice to dislike in any way.  Good people in Utah County.  They’re friendly, welcoming and helpful.  I like that they all have more than two children, lack any pretentiousness, and they are usually busy with their family who likely live in the same town.  The lifestyle makes sense.

And it’s the easy life.  Parking as far as the eye can see.  Every single chain restaurant your heart could desire.  Costco, Home Depot, Lowes, Target AND Wal-Mart, all within a few blocks of one another.  The biggest (seriously, outrageously big) Smith’s grocery you ever did see.  I can’t even go there because it’s too big to walk through.  Maybe with a Lark. 

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One of the infinite trendy chain joints, this one I happen to love.  Swig makes soft drink mixes for like a buck.  It’s the Shave Ice of this year.

It’s a ten minute commute for Hush, which is what brought us to this area.  The school is relatively close and highly ranked.  We haven’t found a preschool yet.

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The movers. 

There is nothing wrong with this area.

But it just doesn’t feel right.

It was Hush the other day who really nailed why both of us have felt so antsy in the last 10 days.  It’s the sterility and the floor plan.

First: Floor plan. 

The way this house is designed the heart of the home is the TV.  The bedrooms are on one end, all three together like we almost all share one room.  The far side is the kitchen, next to the laundry (basically my office.)  And between the two ends is the living room where we currently have our TV set up.  We’ve never had cable before, but I decided that since I didn’t know anybody and I was going to have a tiny baby cooping me up all the time, I might as well take the plunge and get cable.  It is absolutely worthless.  We have thousands of channels and the whole thing is just beyond me to the point of being annoying. 

In our previous house the TV (Netflix and Hulu) was downstairs.  Hush and I spent most of our evenings in the kitchen and in the front room where all of the instruments were, or outside on the hammock or on the front porch.  The TV was an afterthought.  It was never on.  And the product of that sort of face-to-face interaction was musical creations and sync dancing and mirror motion conversations and all kinds of other weirdness that I have recorded on my other computer.  TV prevents love.  Boredom promotes it.

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Look at the half-mast TV eyes.  Oh, and when you’re really pregnant it’s good to have your four year old insist upon laying on your tummy.

Perhaps we could move the TV downstairs or turn off the cable.  Maybe just restructuring  will make it feel more like our family house: a creative by default type of environment.

Second: Sterility.

Newer suburban developments are sterile and generally unimaginative.  The yards are unique and people bring their personal décor and style, but I really like neighborhoods with a greater diversity of homes.  I don’t understand why builders make developments in beige.  And how does one go about buying one of these homes?  How do you pick between one beige home or another?  What goes into the selection process?   Now, I know that 95% of America lives in developments not unlike the one we find ourselves in at this time, but I wonder WHY are the developments built in this particular way?  (With the exception of Daybreak, which may be exactly what we want.  It’s impossible not to fall in love with the quaintness of Daybreak.)

I drive around this area with this song running through my head:

“Little Boxes” by Malvina Reynolds, 1962

http://youtu.be/2_2lGkEU4Xs

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,1
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

Now if there WAS a pink one, I’d be in like flynn.  But they are ALL BEIGE.

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And on every corner, more development.

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But oh, the models.  I LOVE those. 

So here we are for the time being.  Good people, good schools, an overall environment where we could get sucked into TV and beige and become totally okay with that.  Perhaps we will stay forever, but maybe there are other horizons for us.

Maybe my little house box will be number 67,

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Or maybe our little box will be the second storey in the gray building with the red shutters.

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There’s just so much world out there.  Wherever my family is we will have to figure out how to retain our color and our eccentric hobby nights at home.

7/29/14

Can't Won't Don't and other contractions too.

At the hospital 33 weeks pregnant trying to stop these silly contractions.  
After two weeks of nightly contractions that I refused to acknowledge as being anything more than Braxton Hicks, my doctor gave my tensing belly one poke and sent me off to the hospital to be monitored.
This on the tail of a maelstrom drive back from CA with Pam, barreling into our new home at midnight last night.
Once at the hospital things just rollercoastered.  Worse contractions then medicine to stop them that made them really hurty and made my heart race and teeth chatter, etc.
Did I mention I had all three kids with me, of course?  They were excellently behaved, Mimi especially.  Hush showed up after work and took kids for food an errands.  The nurses have to tell him everything they tell me bc he doesn't trust me to obey medical advice if I find it inconvenient.

The tests say there will be no baby tonight and that is good.  This kid needs to cook another month.
Hopefully I will be able to go home tonight and we will all find a place to sleep amongst the moving boxes that currently fill the home Hush found for us. Many many thanks to those of you who helped us move; and apologies for having an inadequately prepped home. We locked in the house on Friday and had to move the next day.  More about our new situation when I stop contracting.