update?

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Where you be?

Sorry folks, times have been ridiculously busy or just plain crazy and I don’t have any excuse for the lack of posts up on this webspace. As I write this, the boys have the day off from school for MLK Day, Timothy is screaming because he doesn’t want to take a nap, and Jamie is about to take the older three out to play with his friends and their kids.

I forgot to call my dad and tell him happy birthday yesterday so that makes me a terrible daughter.  SORRY DAD!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!  What, are you like 80 now?  (just kidding)

Everyone is generally healthy.  Jamie starts another semester next week working on his specialist degree.  I’m teaching 3-4 classes a week at the Y and my church.  I’d like to be doing more but there isn’t any openings around. So the nights when I don’t teach I usually try to go to other classes to get some cross-training. Strength, yoga, etc.  I spend most of my free time choreographing, watching choreography videos, or sleeping.  Ok, I do other things too.  But with a charity event coming up I am quite side-tracked with the details.  Evernote is my best friend right now.

Also, food.  Which reminds me–I should eat something today.

Peace out.

The Imp

Posted by: Lizzie

We didn’t nickname him “The Imp” for nothing.  In fact, the mischief began before Simon was conceived.  To avoid the unseemly side effects of hormonal medications, and among various other personal reasons, we choose Natural Family Planning.  If you aren’t familiar with it, look it up.  I was charting diligently back then but my thermometer went missing.  I ended up finding it lodged between the bed rail and the box spring mattress of our bed.  We had a great laugh about “The Imp” in our house hiding it until it turned out that Imp somehow found his way into my uterus.

Yes–I know “what causes it.”

And yes–WE LIKE IT.

The irony of this whole thing is that once I found out I was pregnant things stopped going missing in our house.  That had been a big problem, too.  I had a journal go missing that never has been found.  I looked for it for months and one day found the bookmark I used in it stuffed into the back of a kitchen drawer.  Weird things like that.

Anyway, fast forward to the birth of Simon which was a quick pitocin-induced but otherwise normal hospital birth (no epidural or any other form of pain management except my Bradley techniques).  Our nurse was new to “natural births” and freaked out when I started pushing.  In case you have no idea what it’s like to feel the urge to push, try to imagine that you have to take a really huge poop and can’t control it.  The poor nurse lady tried to tell me to stop pushing because my doctor wasn’t there yet, but she had no idea that my body had taken control at that point and there was no way my uterus or Simon was going to wait until it was convenient for anyone else.  Simon birthed himself right onto the hospital bed and my doctor sauntered in ten minutes later.

When we had his pictures taken at the hospital, we knew we were in for it:

Does that look like the picture of innocence?

It’s been a wild ride ever since.

morning errands

Posted by: Lizzie

Yesterday we had to run errands. Doctor’s appointment, pharmacy, etc. I seriously do things like this in the car. The audio is off in some places. Coincidentally, it’s off when I’m screaming at other cars. Perhaps my phone is trying to tell me something.

All sorts of winning this week.

Posted by: Lizzie

In the world of Clan Grant, there have been many things to note this week.  My children are, as always, the center of the randomness but I would be loathe not to mention my own personal achievements.  So stay tuned.

Corey came home with a clarinet.  He had decided long before he even started middle school that he wanted to take band instead of choir because he already sings with the church choir.  Not being one to want to push him in directions he doesn’t want to go, I left all the decision-making up to him.  Even the choice of instruments was completely in his hands.  I didn’t suggest any particular family of instruments either (I played both the flute and the French horn throughout my school years so it didn’t make much of a difference to me).  Personally, I love the sound of the clarinet and I hope he sticks with it.

Simon has made excellent progress in Kindergarten.  Pre-K was an absolute nightmare and he came home at least once a week with referrals.  I was also called to come pick him up on numerous occasions because of his insolence.  This year, he has been so well-behaved that I honestly think someone may have switched our little Imp with an angel.

Aiden.  Oh, Aiden.  That child is chock full of imagination and mischief.  I have several stories to tell that I’ll get to in some later posts.  They involve socks, rockets, and singing feet. In the meantime, I must post this picture he drew last night. (Click to make it bigger)

Timothy is slowly learning how to use the potty. I think he’s taking a break this week because he’s been all sorts of snotty. Allergies are running rampant throughout the household and I pulled two boogers the size of peas out of his nose this morning. When he is feeling more himself he is actually able to make it to the toilet. I’m quite impressed.

Jamie is busy. Busy busy busy with school, both his own that he teaches and the classes he just started at ASU. He decided to go back to get his Specialist degree so he can earn tons more money. Feeding four boys has turned out to be more of a drain on our bank accounts than the current gas prices.

Lucy and I have been fighting about her sleeping habits.  There was a laundry basket at the foot of our bed that I used to keep all my Zumbawear in back when I washed it every other day.  Of course, it was just sitting there with a mish-mash of other clothes but she was sleeping in it all the same.  So yesterday I pulled out her laundry basket (the one with all her kitty blankies that she hasn’t been using) and I put it in place of the other one.  Then she went out into the living room and climbed into a different laundry basket!  The nerve!  I decided then to wash all the blankets and put them back in the basket as if they were freshly-washed laundry.  I win.

Finally, me!  As of today I am done with my big ugly Cam boot.  I graduated back into my lace-up brace and have permission to drive again.  This is fantastic news for pretty much everyone.  I was bumming rides off of everyone I knew to get to and from rehearsals and concerts, doctors’ appointments, and anywhere else I needed to go.  Jamie was tired of having to pack everyone up just to take me all the way downtown.  Frankly, I was too.  I miss driving.  The van is currently in the shop, though, so I’ll have to wait another day or two to actually get to it.  The air conditioning was dying.  I found it to be cruelly ironic considering this has been the hottest summer in eight years (according to one local weatherman).

I also took a break this week from nail art to get myself a set of gel nails with French tips.  My poor nails were looking haggard without polish.  Using a base coat was helping but as the weak, peeling, yellow part of my nails were growing out, they just kept breaking.  It wasn’t the polish that was peeling and chipping–it was my nails.  So I sucked it up and went for fakes.  I’ve tried acrylics a few times in my life but never really liked the way they felt.  I do like the gels.  They’re thick but just as thick as my natural nails are when I pile on all the layers of polish I usually use.  I’m going to give these another day or two and gussy them up a little.  Right now I’m enjoying the simplicity of this manicure.

Simple

My super-talented children

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This is a song the kids learned at Choir Camp this summer. Aiden can’t stop singing it. He also stands on his head for at least 50% of the time he’s at home. I say it makes good headstand music.