In-sink-erating

Most of my adult life has been lived without the aid of a garbage disposal but with the desire to have the aid of a garbage disposal. It was a luxury that just didn't come with any of the apartments I lived in nor the house Brent and I bought. I figured the decision to purchase one would be like other major purchase decisions... the one of us that wanted it least would finally want it enough to justify the purchase. That's how we finally got a sprinkler system, a couch, and a computer. Every time I visited my parents, I would toss stuff down the sink and sigh, thinking about how nice it was to just scrape and go rather than to push stuff into the garbage unless it was too gross and then all the way into the outside garbage unless it was too watery and then into the toilet. But then I realized that Brent's parents don't have a garbage disposal and therefore Brent is not aware of the glory of just rinsing away globs of gross stuff rather than having to transport it first to a garbage can and then outside. He therefore would never want one because he never knew the glories of it. You can never know the good if you've never known the bad. So I decided to do it myself. I used my birthday and Christmas money from last year and shopped around. I found a good deal and a coupon and with a deep breath, set up the appointment. The plumber came, took one glance under the sink and declared I needed to call an electrician first. I was so excited to get going that I didn't even think about needing to get power to the thing. Sigh. So I called the electrician who came over for a few hours last week. Miriam dubbed him "Nice Guy," and was amazed by his yellow sunglasses. She asked politely for her blue sunglasses so they could wear their sunglasses together, but sadly we didn't find them until after Nice Guy left. After the electrician graced us with power to the netherregions of the kitchen sink, I called the plumber back. He showed up, and Miriam referred to him immediately at "Nice Guy." I'm not sure if she thought that the original Nice Guy was back or merely that anybody who would come over and help mom fix the sink is a Nice Guy. Twenty minutes later we were up and running. Or more appropriately, up and grinding. I turned over my coupon, and Nice Guy #2 said he didn't have a calculator and did I know what 15% of the total was? Anyway, I LOVE HAVING A GARBAGE DISPOSAL! It is complete freedom in the kitchen. Clearing out leftovers is a breeze, rinsing a toddler's plate is cake, and oh I love the smell of ground up citrus rinds. Sometimes I'll eat an orange just to grind up the peel and breathe in the scent. I should have made the purchase years ago!!

Primarily talent

The big Primary Talent Show was Saturday morning. Miriam chose to sing the ABCs, and we practiced all week long, using a glue stick as a microphone. She was doing awesome, but I wondered how she would do in front of people. I shouldn't have worried. The first little girl who volunteered to go shared a video that she had made with her toys acting out a story. Then Sister Thomas asked who wanted to go next. Miriam immediately hopped up and went to the microphone. She asked me to go with her, but stood and proudly sang the song without crying or laughing or turning away. She ran back to her seat so excited and smiled and laughed and clapped throughout the rest of the 10 minute show (it doesn't take long to showcase about 9 primary kids). She was so proud of herself and told everybody that we saw that day about the "Talent Show." Here's a shot of her in the spotlight!

Have miracles ceased? Behold I say unto you, Nay!

Miracle #1: I am back in the swing of church and was giving my lesson to my Beehives on Sunday. Because Eli does so much better if he's not getting in or out of his carseat, we walked to church. I pushed Miriam in the stroller and had Eli in his wrap. He fell asleep on the walk to church, stayed asleep through opening exercises (we have Sacrament last), and continued sleeping peacefully through the entire lesson. He started fussing and crying after the closing prayer and as the girls were filing out of the class. Perfect timing!

Miracle #2: Brent opted to stay home and utilize the three hours of nobody-else-home time to work on finishing his Master's thesis (barring an unforseen catastrophe, we should have his degree in May). Which meant I was going to be in Sacrament meeting with a two year old and a two month old alone. And being in Sacrament meeting with the two year old and two parents was hard enough! But Miriam was an absolute angel! She sat and talked with Eli and Piper, the baby girl behind us, most of the time. She asked for some goldfish and sat munching on them until some of them swam off the bench (it was more like getting thrown off, but as she let go, she said "swim swim swim!"). When asked, though, she quietly got down and picked them all up. She then colored until the closing prayer. Elijah was awake at the start of the meeting, then finished his bottle and fell asleep. And stayed asleep. Easy as that. It was the calmest and most relaxed Sacrament meeting I have had for the past two years! The patriarch and his wife even commented how good Miriam had been and that she definately earned an A+. Hooray!

Miracle #3: This morning at 5, Miriam started screaming and crying saying "OW! HURT!" She has constipation issues (considering the last post, it may be in the genes) and hadn't pooped for a while. An hour and a half later after two enemas (she hopped on the potty after the first and it all fell out), 12 ounces of pear juice and a lot of straining, she finally produced. Exhausted, she went back to bed and back to sleep. Eli had gotten up in the middle of all this. Brent gave him a bottle and put him back to bed. After washing the night's bottles, I decided to risk going back to bed myself. I hate having to wake up to crying, so frequently I'll just stay up once I'm up but I was so tired... Anyway, I woke up sometime later and felt rested! I checked the clock and it was 9:30. YES! NINE THIRTY IN THE MORNING AND BOTH OF MY CHILDREN WERE STILL ASLEEP! I luxuriated in bed for about fifteen minutes, which really is my favorite thing to do in the world and which I needless to say don't do much these days. There just is nothing like the feeling of being rested and still in bed, stretching and thinking. Ahhhh! Anyway, they both started stirring about 10 and have both had marvelously happy days. And so have I. It's amazing what a little (or a lot of) sleep can do for a mama and her two kids!

Can I get an HALLELUJAH!?!?

Focus

Some of my favorite Elijah expressions come when he's trying to poop.

When he is all done he can finally rest.

Our Ikea makeover

I am sometimes terribly frustrated with our bathroom situation. We have one full bath and then a tiny little powder room. And our full bath is pretty little, too. We've just always lived with it, but lately the lack of liveable space due to storage of bath toys and towels has really been bugging me, especially with the addition of a baby boy and all of his bath stuff. So a few Saturdays ago, I left Brent home with the kids and made my first excursion to Ikea. Wo. I was overwhelmed and all alone. I looked at all of the displays upstairs for like an hour before feeling like I could make a decision and even then I stared at the shelves and the hooks in the home organization area for about a half hour before putting anything in my big yellow bag. Then as I trekked towards the cash register, I doubled back about four times, changing my mind with every pass. Anyway, I finally made it to the registers and then home with a shelf and some wall hooks, feeling pretty successful. Miriam and I got the drill out one morning and put everything up. She was so proud to show Daddy the new shelf when he got home from work (I was too). And I love it! I've never liked towel racks because they're so unfunctional. But now I feel that we are making our tiny space work for us like it never has before. Plus, our door hit the towel rack and could never open all the way. I never knew it bugged me, but I cut the shelf to fit in the space and now that the door CAN open all the way, I am amazed at how much more I like the place.

Before: lots of towels shoved onto the rack, a plastic milk crate of bath toys in the corner and a door that doesn't open all the way. This picture was taken standing on the toilet, just to give an idea of how little the place is.

After: towels accessable, toys off the floor, with the door opened all the way adding mere inches to actual area but feet to perceived space. This was also taken from the toilet, hence you can see into the toy bins which you normally can't from a standing position.

I feel like it's a complete success. And although Miriam has always loved baths, she has really gotten into them lately. I like to think it's because she put up the shelf that helped the bathroom to be organized so well. Today she asked for a bath during the day, which I really like because it keeps her contained, content, and clean. All good things. She really got into it and was there for over an hour. Once when I peeked in on her she was playing waterslide. What a girl! And don't worry... the video is only 13 seconds...