Today was the day! We were ready! Weeks of preparation! Weeks of earning pledges for his schools fundraiser! And then..
Yesterday at one o'clock the school nurse calls to tell me my little handsome cowboy is running a 100 degree fever. Yes, the dream of crossing the finish line in first place is fading fast. Korbin is so upset at his body, he keeps telling the good germs to hurry up and win the fight with his bad germs so his fever will go down and he can participate in the Boosterthon Fun Run with his friends.
This morning he crawled into bed in the wee hours of the morning burning up and as miserable as can be. He slept a good part of the early afternoon and when he rose he came to me with tears in his sickly little eyes and says "Mom, they ran it without me and now I have to tell all the people that gave me money for my school that I lied to them and didn't race today." I hugged him and tried to convince him that there was no lie at all and they would understand that he got sick. He still was so upset that he was sick and then came up with a marvelous plan...
In the coming weeks for FHE we will host the first Nelson Family Olympics. Korbin will participate in all events and show the good people who donated money to his class that it was not in vain and he is going to EARN IT. I am proud of my little prince who made a lemon into lemonade. I am happy that he came up with an other idea to complete the challenge. I love him and will show pictures (hopefully) of his success at our Olympics.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
I want to see the pictures too...
We are moved in, the paint is nearly finished (It might never be done because I decide on a different decor direction daily) the boxes were unpacked and given away within the first 72 hours of the movers being here (can you tell we wanted to stop living in suitcases?) I have everything up where I want it and have even hosted a dinner party and still I have not one picture to show you all our new world.
We unpacked our very new computer and it decides every few minutes to just flat out stop working. Like someone pulls the plug on it. dead. flat out nothing. annoying. frustrating. infuriating. Tech Support hates me and hates Jaxon even more, and we have to take in into Best Buy and so who knows when anyone will see this 'illusive house'. It is just a regular house on a regular street in suburbia and no one thinks its nearly as exciting as I do but Ive been so excited theses last few months and now to finally live in it and have no one I know that I love be able to share my joy is crappy. I swear it is not a figment of my imagination-we really do live here. If you have a camera phone Ill text you a picture!!! The reason I can type this and not post pictures is that I am using Jaxons work laptop which I'm not supposed to be on anyway! I cannot download anything on this baby, although it is shiny and pretty.
ILL POST THE MINUTE I CAN AND ID BETTER HEAR LOTS OF COMMENTS!!
We unpacked our very new computer and it decides every few minutes to just flat out stop working. Like someone pulls the plug on it. dead. flat out nothing. annoying. frustrating. infuriating. Tech Support hates me and hates Jaxon even more, and we have to take in into Best Buy and so who knows when anyone will see this 'illusive house'. It is just a regular house on a regular street in suburbia and no one thinks its nearly as exciting as I do but Ive been so excited theses last few months and now to finally live in it and have no one I know that I love be able to share my joy is crappy. I swear it is not a figment of my imagination-we really do live here. If you have a camera phone Ill text you a picture!!! The reason I can type this and not post pictures is that I am using Jaxons work laptop which I'm not supposed to be on anyway! I cannot download anything on this baby, although it is shiny and pretty.
ILL POST THE MINUTE I CAN AND ID BETTER HEAR LOTS OF COMMENTS!!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Write it gently...
When I write the story of my family I think it sometimes might be rated R. Sometimes I look like a saint and others the devils advocate. But I think that when I am old enough to sit down and let the pen run, my memory will be kind...
I hope that it is that way. I hope that when I write about our time in the Navy-something I never wanted to be a part of. The trials of our marriage and for that matter children. The time we spent months and months without a paycheck (that would be now) making it work. I will remember the kids and I making peanut butter sandwiches for a picnic and not the 110 degree heat and Miss. Allie pooping out of her swim diaper and other parents dive bombing in to get their kids out because I have the icky little girl. I will remember that we got lost so many times but found the coolest places to eat and museum's to tour and we learned that most any kid at most any park is an instant friend. I will hopefully look back on Washington as a huge growing experience and a test of faith in every way. I will respect the military and I will teach my children how to be grateful and humble for their freedom.
Only three years ago we moved from Charleston; now one of my most favorite places in the world. Yet, if you had asked me 6 months after we moved there while Jaxon was studying like crazy for Nuke school and I has a newborn and almost no friends (and I was fatter) I would have told you I was in hell. I would have told you I hated the giant bugs and being alone so much and I hated that we had no furniture (if you knew us then you are laughing, because you know all we had besides dishes is a futon from someone in the ward and a crib.) I found happiness in my beautiful healthy child and I made friends-some of you are my dearest to this day. (hello Jaime and January) I learned how to bargain shop- well, on sale. I learned how to be a self starter and teach Korbin to have fun no matter where he was. I now love that place and hold all those 'growing up' experiences very close to my heart. Washington will be like that eventually.
When my children are grown I will remember how I could feel their hot breath against my neck in the mornings (after they scare the wits out of my sneaking in my bed) I will remember how they laughed so hard today when I slipped in front of our new house when I was letting in the fridge delivery men and the two guys acted like I was in cardiac arrest while my children knew just by the look on my face I was fine and they got a ball out of the whole thing. I love that my Jaxon gets this look on his face when we realize that rhythmic sound of the crazies sleeping means we are sorta alone. We are still in a hotel, we still have not received a paycheck and we are broke like we were when we were first married. I'm not a huge fan of sugar coating things but I think your mind a sort of snapshot of what you want to remember. It remembers the lessons and you grow but you don't feel the hurt or stress of whatever it is making you grow. You body forgets labor pain so why shouldn't your soul be kind to its memories? When I look back on this with my wrinkles I will laugh and think 'How did we do it?" and Ill know to put it gently on paper and finish with "The four of us will do whatever it takes because we loved each other."
I hope that it is that way. I hope that when I write about our time in the Navy-something I never wanted to be a part of. The trials of our marriage and for that matter children. The time we spent months and months without a paycheck (that would be now) making it work. I will remember the kids and I making peanut butter sandwiches for a picnic and not the 110 degree heat and Miss. Allie pooping out of her swim diaper and other parents dive bombing in to get their kids out because I have the icky little girl. I will remember that we got lost so many times but found the coolest places to eat and museum's to tour and we learned that most any kid at most any park is an instant friend. I will hopefully look back on Washington as a huge growing experience and a test of faith in every way. I will respect the military and I will teach my children how to be grateful and humble for their freedom.
Only three years ago we moved from Charleston; now one of my most favorite places in the world. Yet, if you had asked me 6 months after we moved there while Jaxon was studying like crazy for Nuke school and I has a newborn and almost no friends (and I was fatter) I would have told you I was in hell. I would have told you I hated the giant bugs and being alone so much and I hated that we had no furniture (if you knew us then you are laughing, because you know all we had besides dishes is a futon from someone in the ward and a crib.) I found happiness in my beautiful healthy child and I made friends-some of you are my dearest to this day. (hello Jaime and January) I learned how to bargain shop- well, on sale. I learned how to be a self starter and teach Korbin to have fun no matter where he was. I now love that place and hold all those 'growing up' experiences very close to my heart. Washington will be like that eventually.
When my children are grown I will remember how I could feel their hot breath against my neck in the mornings (after they scare the wits out of my sneaking in my bed) I will remember how they laughed so hard today when I slipped in front of our new house when I was letting in the fridge delivery men and the two guys acted like I was in cardiac arrest while my children knew just by the look on my face I was fine and they got a ball out of the whole thing. I love that my Jaxon gets this look on his face when we realize that rhythmic sound of the crazies sleeping means we are sorta alone. We are still in a hotel, we still have not received a paycheck and we are broke like we were when we were first married. I'm not a huge fan of sugar coating things but I think your mind a sort of snapshot of what you want to remember. It remembers the lessons and you grow but you don't feel the hurt or stress of whatever it is making you grow. You body forgets labor pain so why shouldn't your soul be kind to its memories? When I look back on this with my wrinkles I will laugh and think 'How did we do it?" and Ill know to put it gently on paper and finish with "The four of us will do whatever it takes because we loved each other."
Monday, August 3, 2009
Official HOMEOWNERS!
Today was the day!!! We are finally real homeowners and its funny that we didn't feel like we were signing our life away and this heavy burden of hundreds of thousands of debt hanging over us. Well after reading that sentence I might now! We walked in and 30 minutes later it was done. I am beyond excited. Its real. Our life here is real. And baby-am I enjoying it.
8:00 a.m a run through new neighborhood
9:00 a.m. painters come in to 'Brittneyize' the formal dining room a beautiful limeish green called 'Lemon Verbana' (why its called lemon anything is wierd because its green) and my kitchen will be Duke Red from the chair railing up to the rest of the crown molding. (Jaesi its not very much; we have crown molding on anything that stands still-I promise a red kitchen rocks!) and Korbin's ceiling is Paris blue. We will later do the walls a Viking blue with stripes but that dang 5 year plan Jaxons got me on is making me wait. Miss. Allies room will be waiting till she gets out of her crib for the hot pink princess room.
This evening we went to the house so Jaxon could start epoxying the garage floor-it will be his shop after all! While the kids and I hung solar lantern's in the flower gardens. It was wonderful to sit on MY DRIVEWAY with MY FAMILY and see MY NEIGHBORS walking their dogs. Everyone was so friendly to us and I'm sure we just oozed excitement from our pores. Korbin was inviting everyone who walked past to come see his new room. Some kids actually took him up on it and he made instant friends. (He obviously gets that from his talkative mother)
I wanted to celebrate and told Jaxon we could go to dinner anywhere he wanted. Not to change his traditional character we ended up a Sonic. It was fine though-the kids didn't need to be shushed sit politely they could run around outside in this glorious Georgia sun. I love it here. I am so happy we listened to Heavenly Father and followed this job and this house and this ward. This is where we are supposed to be.
8:00 a.m a run through new neighborhood
9:00 a.m. painters come in to 'Brittneyize' the formal dining room a beautiful limeish green called 'Lemon Verbana' (why its called lemon anything is wierd because its green) and my kitchen will be Duke Red from the chair railing up to the rest of the crown molding. (Jaesi its not very much; we have crown molding on anything that stands still-I promise a red kitchen rocks!) and Korbin's ceiling is Paris blue. We will later do the walls a Viking blue with stripes but that dang 5 year plan Jaxons got me on is making me wait. Miss. Allies room will be waiting till she gets out of her crib for the hot pink princess room.
This evening we went to the house so Jaxon could start epoxying the garage floor-it will be his shop after all! While the kids and I hung solar lantern's in the flower gardens. It was wonderful to sit on MY DRIVEWAY with MY FAMILY and see MY NEIGHBORS walking their dogs. Everyone was so friendly to us and I'm sure we just oozed excitement from our pores. Korbin was inviting everyone who walked past to come see his new room. Some kids actually took him up on it and he made instant friends. (He obviously gets that from his talkative mother)
I wanted to celebrate and told Jaxon we could go to dinner anywhere he wanted. Not to change his traditional character we ended up a Sonic. It was fine though-the kids didn't need to be shushed sit politely they could run around outside in this glorious Georgia sun. I love it here. I am so happy we listened to Heavenly Father and followed this job and this house and this ward. This is where we are supposed to be.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
if I ever go to prison...
If I ever go to prison I'd be a great cook...I can boil noodles and make a mean egg ham and cheese sandwich and I can cook a million things with a microwave and a mini fridge. The other night we had baked (sort of) ham, potatoes, and cut up veggies and chocolate covered strawberries for dinner all from my trusty little appliances.
I know how to make towel animals...
I know every single type of snoring from all three of my loud sleepers. Restless...content...good dream...stuffy...bad dream...dry mouth...
I know that peeing alone can be a luxury and if I can get a whole entire bath alone I should kneel in thanks...
That my children have no problem whatsoever expressing themselves...
That air conditioning one foot from a bed is freezing and therefor if I go to prison I'm requesting the furthest bunk...
That you really can keep four people in one room and not kill each other and the biggest lesson I learned is...
the only reason people in the olden days could have 14 kids in one room is because they were NEVER in the room. They were out working. So the only thing they did in that room was sleep. And thus the parents could make #15 because their little dream team was dead to the world asleep and they could be as wild and crazy as they wanted becuase everyone else was too pooped to wake up. I learned that my children do wake up and aren't all that pooped and that NO we can't live in one room or I will be begging social services to knock on our door!!!
So this week when I'm in my new big house I will be happily on one side of it with Jaxon while the crazies are on the other side and never again (unless we want to go on a trip) will we be having a wake up at 2:00 alone time meeting. EVER AGAIN...
no wonder why I'm always tired...
I know how to make towel animals...
I know every single type of snoring from all three of my loud sleepers. Restless...content...good dream...stuffy...bad dream...dry mouth...
I know that peeing alone can be a luxury and if I can get a whole entire bath alone I should kneel in thanks...
That my children have no problem whatsoever expressing themselves...
That air conditioning one foot from a bed is freezing and therefor if I go to prison I'm requesting the furthest bunk...
That you really can keep four people in one room and not kill each other and the biggest lesson I learned is...
the only reason people in the olden days could have 14 kids in one room is because they were NEVER in the room. They were out working. So the only thing they did in that room was sleep. And thus the parents could make #15 because their little dream team was dead to the world asleep and they could be as wild and crazy as they wanted becuase everyone else was too pooped to wake up. I learned that my children do wake up and aren't all that pooped and that NO we can't live in one room or I will be begging social services to knock on our door!!!
So this week when I'm in my new big house I will be happily on one side of it with Jaxon while the crazies are on the other side and never again (unless we want to go on a trip) will we be having a wake up at 2:00 alone time meeting. EVER AGAIN...
no wonder why I'm always tired...
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