No pictures here, just to warn you. Marc and I just got to go out on a much needed date last night. It was really fun.
We dropped 13 off at his play and then went to Maverick to get some frozen yogurt. Then we went to the Rodeo Grounds to watch the Broncs, Bulls and Barrels Rodeo they had in our town. It was really fun to watch. Those are the only things I like to watch anyway when I go to the rodeos. It was all fun. And what made it even more fun was that some old friends of ours happened to be there and they came and sat with us. It was so good to see them again and their brand new baby.
Marc and I had a good time together, talking and just enjoying everything. After the rodeo we went and picked up 13 from the play, came home and started watching a movie. We didn't make it through, we were just too tired, so maybe we will finish it tonight.
Today, Sunday was my first day out of nursery in two years so I felt like a visitor in Sunday School and Relief Society. It was nice though, other than the fact I am so used to constant action and noise that I actually caught myself nodding off. Tee hee!
Oh, and baby girl is doing good, I think. She doesn't kick a lot, she mostly stretches and pushes. The kids have been able to feel the hard spots on my belly, which, we think, is her bum or head—not sure yet. She is starting to make my legs tingle because of the way she sits, and something I feel like she is going to push right out of my skin because she pushes so hard. Once she gets bigger and more in my ribs, I have feeling I will be in lot of hurt. All worth it though!
OK, just something I just had to share because it seems to fit in around here—it is just such a cute little message. Enjoy! Runaway Stage
Our Life
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
13 the cowboy and the munchkin!
Wow, what a combo, huh?
We went to his play on Saturday and it was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!! He did so good on his part too, he made us so proud. He really is having such a great time doing this play. I think he wants to try out again for next year's play. If you haven't had a chance to go see it yet, it shows Thursday - Saturday at 7:30 pm and there is a matinee at 3pm on Monday (Labor Day). The cowardly lion is definitely my favorite—he is just like the lion in the movie—LOVED it!
Check out that awesome mustache!
Marc took Monday off to go on a horse ride with another friend of his. They really had a good time. I am so glad that Marc has some good horse riding buddies.
We went to his play on Saturday and it was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!! He did so good on his part too, he made us so proud. He really is having such a great time doing this play. I think he wants to try out again for next year's play. If you haven't had a chance to go see it yet, it shows Thursday - Saturday at 7:30 pm and there is a matinee at 3pm on Monday (Labor Day). The cowardly lion is definitely my favorite—he is just like the lion in the movie—LOVED it!
Check out that awesome mustache!
On Saturday morning 13 and Marc went on a horse ride with a friend. 13 got to ride our friends horse and he had a great time. 13 really enjoys his time with his dad—especially when it comes to the horse!
Marc took Monday off to go on a horse ride with another friend of his. They really had a good time. I am so glad that Marc has some good horse riding buddies.
Monday, August 31, 2009
My heart is full and my mind is pondering
OK, so I have debated on whether to share some of my more personal feelings on my blog. Many, have commented to me on how open I am here on my blog and I just laugh because really, I just touch the top of the iceberg and usually don't reveal anything much deeper that the first layer of my heart. But, I can't help but pour my feelings out here on my blog/journal knowing that so many of you who read this really do want the best for our little family.
13 and 17's parents are moving here and will only be a block away from us. Now, there may be many differing opinions on a subject of birth parents and legal guardians. For instance, we have already been told by one individual that we are "guardians" not "parents" to my two oldest. That was a heart wrenching moment...
We do have a lot of fun times in this family, I guarantee it. I guess this post is to let all of you know that sometimes, even "Our Life" really stinks.
I am scared of the outcome of this whole situation. And I know very few of you really know the whole story behind all of this so I am sorry to the rest of you who are in the dark but, because of family and what not, I don't want to hurt anyone. But, I do want to express how scared I am. All this time 13 and 17's parents have lived a few states away and as of the last 2 years have made NO contact with them at all except maybe three or four times.
This was something that was not discussed with us and we never had a say or an opinion on the matter. My children are confused and scared and 9 keeps asking 13 if he is going to still live with us. He is scared that he is going to lose his brother.
I am crying just typing about it. Sometimes I wonder why Heavenly Father thinks we can handle so much. I just know I will snap at any moment. I hope that 13 and 17 won't be scared to still call us "mom" and "dad." Our family has grown so close this last year and I do think that much of this blessing is attributed to Bryan being on a mission, my family support and 13 and 17 finally feeling like they belong. I worry that all this may break this bond that has been built and has been so greatly needed for these years.
When birth parents say to you that they would like you to take their children for one year or less until they can clean up their lives, you kind of take it on as an extended babysitting experience. And then after the year is up and no contact has been made to request the children back you start to realize that they will be with you for a long time... so you start to recommit as a parent and begin looking at it all long term. It's like adoption, they are yours, you are theirs. You start thinking about when they will bring their kids to your house for Christmas... you know that kind of thing. Your love for them grows unceasingly and unconditionally, and you begin to introduce them as your son and daughter. It just happened that way for us. So if any of you understand adoption you would have to picture the birth mother and father living next door watching how you are raising your children and wanting to take part in it every once in a while. There is no way around it, there is jealousy there. Wondering, do they wish they were with their birth parents, am I too strict? Will they want to leave me?
Now, notice I try carefully to say "birth" parents and not "real" parents. I think that is a fine line. I feel like a real parent to them everyday since I have taken them into my home.
I am scared.
I am concerned.
I am worried.
And yet, I really don't know what will happen. Maybe it will be the greatest experience ever, or just not as bad as we thought. Who really knows. So, until this Wednesday we will just try to focus on our little family's needs, pray often and have faith that Heavenly Father will help us all through this.
So, just so you know, I will not be posting any of the hard stuff about this situation. I don't want to hurt anyone but, I am hoping that our family will be in your thoughts and prayers...
13 and 17's parents are moving here and will only be a block away from us. Now, there may be many differing opinions on a subject of birth parents and legal guardians. For instance, we have already been told by one individual that we are "guardians" not "parents" to my two oldest. That was a heart wrenching moment...
We do have a lot of fun times in this family, I guarantee it. I guess this post is to let all of you know that sometimes, even "Our Life" really stinks.
I am scared of the outcome of this whole situation. And I know very few of you really know the whole story behind all of this so I am sorry to the rest of you who are in the dark but, because of family and what not, I don't want to hurt anyone. But, I do want to express how scared I am. All this time 13 and 17's parents have lived a few states away and as of the last 2 years have made NO contact with them at all except maybe three or four times.
This was something that was not discussed with us and we never had a say or an opinion on the matter. My children are confused and scared and 9 keeps asking 13 if he is going to still live with us. He is scared that he is going to lose his brother.
I am crying just typing about it. Sometimes I wonder why Heavenly Father thinks we can handle so much. I just know I will snap at any moment. I hope that 13 and 17 won't be scared to still call us "mom" and "dad." Our family has grown so close this last year and I do think that much of this blessing is attributed to Bryan being on a mission, my family support and 13 and 17 finally feeling like they belong. I worry that all this may break this bond that has been built and has been so greatly needed for these years.
When birth parents say to you that they would like you to take their children for one year or less until they can clean up their lives, you kind of take it on as an extended babysitting experience. And then after the year is up and no contact has been made to request the children back you start to realize that they will be with you for a long time... so you start to recommit as a parent and begin looking at it all long term. It's like adoption, they are yours, you are theirs. You start thinking about when they will bring their kids to your house for Christmas... you know that kind of thing. Your love for them grows unceasingly and unconditionally, and you begin to introduce them as your son and daughter. It just happened that way for us. So if any of you understand adoption you would have to picture the birth mother and father living next door watching how you are raising your children and wanting to take part in it every once in a while. There is no way around it, there is jealousy there. Wondering, do they wish they were with their birth parents, am I too strict? Will they want to leave me?
Now, notice I try carefully to say "birth" parents and not "real" parents. I think that is a fine line. I feel like a real parent to them everyday since I have taken them into my home.
I am scared.
I am concerned.
I am worried.
And yet, I really don't know what will happen. Maybe it will be the greatest experience ever, or just not as bad as we thought. Who really knows. So, until this Wednesday we will just try to focus on our little family's needs, pray often and have faith that Heavenly Father will help us all through this.
So, just so you know, I will not be posting any of the hard stuff about this situation. I don't want to hurt anyone but, I am hoping that our family will be in your thoughts and prayers...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
When we're helping we're happy...
I had a crazy day yesterday (I will write about that later) and wasn't home much because of running kids around and whatever. Anyway, while I was gone getting 13 to Golf try-outs, and his play and stage make-up, Marc was home planting our two trees we bought on Saturday. 9 wanted to help he said, so when I came home I say him helping his dad out and had to take pictures. I usually try to warn 9 that I am going to take his picture so that he doesn't fall apart. But, the part that made me laugh was his answer to my question of being able to take his picture, he said, "Ya, and put it on our blog!" So here it is. 9 helping his daddy plant the trees.
He is so proud helping his daddy.
watering the first tree
Helping daddy with the wheel barrel
Then to top it off, this morning before school, he had to go out and admire "the beautiful trees." He was so proud I just had to take another picture.
He is so proud helping his daddy.
watering the first tree
Helping daddy with the wheel barrel
Then to top it off, this morning before school, he had to go out and admire "the beautiful trees." He was so proud I just had to take another picture.Wizard of Oz Play — 13's big debut!
Email me for details if you want to come—and believe me, it will be worth it. This is a great production. My only complaint is that for some weird reason 13 doesn't get miked, so I am not even sure if I will hear him very well. So I will make sure to sit up front.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Journal moments
Today 4 had her cousin B over today to play. B wanted to do something inside and 4 said to her, "No, let's play outside for a minute." Ha! So funny. I love it when she says sentences like that—sounds so funny... for a minute. Funny thing is, it really was only a minute.
Marc went to 9's class this morning and took the baby goats in for show and tell. 9 was a little overwhelmed by the attention but excited to show off at the same time. He is really funny when we come to his class because it is not the "norm" for his parents to be in his classroom so I think that he gets a little flustered. It is so neat too, because when you do go to his class, all of his classmates just love you and hug you. They are all such special little spirits, you can't help but feel a good spirit when you are there.
Our baby girl has been moving around a lot and actually causing near mishaps to the bathroom! She doesn't kick my ribs yet but, boy, can she give a 1-2 punch to the bladder! Wew! I love feeling her move though. It is such a magical and crazy experience. I don't know what it is, that I thought this would never be my opportunity again or what but, I am treasuring EVERY moment as if it were my first pregnancy. When she gets the hiccups I giggle because they are so forceful, poor thing. (smile)
I am really popping out too. Seriously within the last few days it's as if she grew 5 inches (well, at least my belly did). I am not complaining, I am actually laughing because I am now at the point where people will stop saying how cute I look pregnant and start to think to themselves, "Holy, cow, She is huge! Poor thing!" (No pun intended.) Ya, I have just come to grips that it is in my genes, to get huge—all out in front. And with that hugeness come the stretch marks—many of them in all shapes and sizes. Zebras would be jealous!
I can still paint my toenails, though and shaving my legs is still possible so I know I still have some largeness coming. I remember vividly with 4 how I only had one pair of shoes I could wear because my feet got so big and trying to take care of business after going to the bathroom was quite an interesting task. Frankly it is at this point that I am glad I am not a guy—my aim would be completely off! Oh, poor men with the spare tire issue! Bless your hearts! My dad showed me a comic once with this pregnant lady trying to decide how to wear her pants—below or above her belly—it was hilarious and then at the end it said she felt sorry for the middle aged men with spare tires... oh how funny.
Anyway, I am way too anxious for this little girl to come. I don't know what my problem is, you would think I didn't have four kids here keeping me busy twenty four-seven.
Which, by the way, I am so glad to have 3 of them in school right now! I know, I know... I am such a mean mom, enjoying my children being gone, but, seriously, I could NEVER do home school. I would go certifiably insane! I need some time to just clean without the constant whirl wind behind me to do it all over again. And the bickering is not a pleasant sound to hear all day long. It is funny the stages I go through, because I can't wait for school to end because I am tired of helping and struggling with homework and constant pushing to do better and I can't wait for the family vacations to begin. Then, by the end of summer I am so excited for the fun to end so that I can relax and actually enjoy my sanity.
9 has been such a fun kid to have around lately when he is in a good mood. He is so elaborate when he talks that it just makes me laugh. I wish I could remember his exact phrases. I just know they make me proud of what a sweet young man he is becoming.
13 has developed such a great relationship with Marc it really has been fun to watch. He really looks up to Marc and Marc is treasuring every moment of it.
17 is finally in drivers ed! Hallelujah! Oh, can I just say that I can't wait for her to have an actual license in her hand so that I can actually tell her to "drive herself there!" Oh, yay!
Marc is outside planning where is going to plant three trees that we are going to buy tomorrow. And anyone who knows Marc will understand what I mean when I say "planning." This is a huge ordeal and involves much drawing, walking around the yard, looking intently with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin and constant redrawing and questioning of all around. It will be a while before he decides where they go. In fact, by then, the trees we want to buy, may be gone.
Alrighty then! I guess that is all for now!
Marc went to 9's class this morning and took the baby goats in for show and tell. 9 was a little overwhelmed by the attention but excited to show off at the same time. He is really funny when we come to his class because it is not the "norm" for his parents to be in his classroom so I think that he gets a little flustered. It is so neat too, because when you do go to his class, all of his classmates just love you and hug you. They are all such special little spirits, you can't help but feel a good spirit when you are there.
Our baby girl has been moving around a lot and actually causing near mishaps to the bathroom! She doesn't kick my ribs yet but, boy, can she give a 1-2 punch to the bladder! Wew! I love feeling her move though. It is such a magical and crazy experience. I don't know what it is, that I thought this would never be my opportunity again or what but, I am treasuring EVERY moment as if it were my first pregnancy. When she gets the hiccups I giggle because they are so forceful, poor thing. (smile)
I am really popping out too. Seriously within the last few days it's as if she grew 5 inches (well, at least my belly did). I am not complaining, I am actually laughing because I am now at the point where people will stop saying how cute I look pregnant and start to think to themselves, "Holy, cow, She is huge! Poor thing!" (No pun intended.) Ya, I have just come to grips that it is in my genes, to get huge—all out in front. And with that hugeness come the stretch marks—many of them in all shapes and sizes. Zebras would be jealous!
I can still paint my toenails, though and shaving my legs is still possible so I know I still have some largeness coming. I remember vividly with 4 how I only had one pair of shoes I could wear because my feet got so big and trying to take care of business after going to the bathroom was quite an interesting task. Frankly it is at this point that I am glad I am not a guy—my aim would be completely off! Oh, poor men with the spare tire issue! Bless your hearts! My dad showed me a comic once with this pregnant lady trying to decide how to wear her pants—below or above her belly—it was hilarious and then at the end it said she felt sorry for the middle aged men with spare tires... oh how funny.
Anyway, I am way too anxious for this little girl to come. I don't know what my problem is, you would think I didn't have four kids here keeping me busy twenty four-seven.
Which, by the way, I am so glad to have 3 of them in school right now! I know, I know... I am such a mean mom, enjoying my children being gone, but, seriously, I could NEVER do home school. I would go certifiably insane! I need some time to just clean without the constant whirl wind behind me to do it all over again. And the bickering is not a pleasant sound to hear all day long. It is funny the stages I go through, because I can't wait for school to end because I am tired of helping and struggling with homework and constant pushing to do better and I can't wait for the family vacations to begin. Then, by the end of summer I am so excited for the fun to end so that I can relax and actually enjoy my sanity.
9 has been such a fun kid to have around lately when he is in a good mood. He is so elaborate when he talks that it just makes me laugh. I wish I could remember his exact phrases. I just know they make me proud of what a sweet young man he is becoming.
13 has developed such a great relationship with Marc it really has been fun to watch. He really looks up to Marc and Marc is treasuring every moment of it.
17 is finally in drivers ed! Hallelujah! Oh, can I just say that I can't wait for her to have an actual license in her hand so that I can actually tell her to "drive herself there!" Oh, yay!
Marc is outside planning where is going to plant three trees that we are going to buy tomorrow. And anyone who knows Marc will understand what I mean when I say "planning." This is a huge ordeal and involves much drawing, walking around the yard, looking intently with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin and constant redrawing and questioning of all around. It will be a while before he decides where they go. In fact, by then, the trees we want to buy, may be gone.
Alrighty then! I guess that is all for now!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The best family movie ever!!!
My cousins are Pointe Digital Photography and they came and did our family pics and video last night and they already got them done! Amazing!The Gibson Family from Davey Orgill on Vimeo.
Our family is really hard to get on camera because 4 and 9 just can't handle cameras in their faces and their attention spans don't last long. Davey and April got some great candid shots. I am posting the link so you can see the video but I also captured some images from the video so you could see some stills (they aren't the best quality because I just paused and captured the image).
I'm tellin' ya, cowboys are sexy!
I LOVE this one—I think it's the one I want HUGE on our wall!
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