Can I have some?

welcome to my blog.

a place to post. a place to eat oreos. a place to vent. a place to heal.

i started this blog so i could use a different outlet besides munching on fattening oreos. as if that has done any good... *mind wanders to oreo package in the house...*

then i realized that oreos can be semi symbolic. if you are are that crazy about oreos that is. which... i am.

eating oreos is therapeutic for me. when i am struggling or when i need a pick me up. they have chocolate. and sugar. both of which help lift my mood. not to mention that i eat them soaked with milk, which is my miracle drink.

i post my posts to not only get stuff out. there may be people who read my blog who have been in the same kind of situations as i have. i hope reading them and knowing that others have gone through things like i have, will be to you what eating oreos does to me.

and yes. i didn't capitalize anything in here. i just felt like it. deal with it.

munch up.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Cross-stitch project

So, I will update on the side-bar how I am doing, but I thought I'd explain myself here. I am working on an afghan of a winter scene. It is cross-stitched, and fun to do, but I thought I'd give myself some more motivation. I'm going to try my best on posting how I am doing, and actually do something so I can. If you ever wonder how I'm doing, comment and I will try my best to satisfy. Oh, I almost forgot, I'll post a picture of it here so you can see it closer up. Just click on the pictures.

Starfall and blocks

Well, I have been thinking of posting this earlier, but life gets crazy. Some of you might know that I made blocks for Bug for Christmas, and I was thinking that I would post pictures of the finished project for those that were interested in seeing them. Here they are! It is pretty fun to watch him play with them too. Rocket Scientist's mom got a schoolhouse looking thing that helps kids learn about shapes, letters, and numbers and things. Bug likes to match up the letters on the schoolhouse with the blocks. He pushes the "d" on the schoolhouse, then goes and finds the "d" block. And matches them up. It is pretty fun. He also knows what an "e" is and "l", and many others. I thought my mom was crazy when she had Bug playing with Starfall when he was like 9 months old or sometime around there. But how many kids around Bug's age know at least 5 letters? Sadly enough though I can't really claim most of the credit. Like I said, my mom started him on Starfall, and he loved it then, and he loves it still. Cool website. You should check it out sometime.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008


My heart sometimes aches.

There is a new born son in my ward.

I wanted to hold him.

But was scared to as well.

The words just escaped my mouth.

I hardly had dinner.

I held that baby so his mother could eat.

I didn't cry.

My heart didn't ache.

I held him.

And his mother ate.

So precious.

I hope I can repay her.

Because she helped me.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Mind your p's and q's

So before I start with this post... what does that phrase mean anyway?? "Mind your p's and q's"??? Who came up with that anyway?? Ok, back to posting....

So, I forgot to write this in my last post, and I was thinking of putting this in my "Wise sayings" section, but I thought it needed more explaining then I would want to put there... so, on the way down to visit family this last weekend, we were bringing down a computer. In the car, the computer was within reach of Bug's feet. He likes to kick it and make noise that way, and I was worried about that. Almost right after he realized that he could kick it, I turned around, looked him in the eyes and asked, "Please don't do that Bug." He stopped (much to the shock of his mom...) and put his foot that he was kicking with on the other knee to rest it away from the computer. I said "Thank you!" and gave him a big smile. He once again shocked me by replying "Your welcome". It still kind of sounds mummbled, but once again, this is one of the things that we understand each other, but not many would understand too.

We have been trying to teach him to "use [his] p's and q's" (whatever that means....), but it was still quite shocking for him to say "Your welcome" right after I said "Thank you" quite in context WITHOUT prompting. I'm not trying to brag, but I just thought it was quite shocking. When you realize that your kids are really listening to what you are saying and trying to teach, it is quite an amazing feeling.

Monday, March 17, 2008

A Simple Call

On Saturday, I was spending the day at Rocket Scientist's parent's house. Bug was really enjoying playing with a shape ball. I'm actually not really sure what it is called, but it is a plastic ball with shapes in it that come out when you pull on the two ends. Then you put the shapes back in in the holes on the ball. I hope you all know what I'm talking about...

Anyway, he was enjoying playing with that, but he didn't know how to get the shapes back out. He would give the ball to me, and pat either the floor, or a chair, or the coffee table. Wherever he wanted the shapes to be. This is one of the many "signs" that only me and him really understand. At one point I headed off to the bathroom. When I almost get to the door, I hear, "Mom? Mom??" Awww, my heart almost melted... Before this, he would call for Daddy, but he would hardly ever call (more like never...) for Mom if he needed help. He would just chase after me and force the toy or whatever into my hand. I went back, he gave me the ball thing, and patted the coffee table, and I let out the shapes.

Times like this make me truly appreciate that even though my youngest child died, I still have a cute little guy around to lift my spirits.

Monday, March 10, 2008


This is a bit overdue, and I have told some of my family anyway, but I thought I'd share this with my few readers.

On the 7th, I was talking to my mom on the phone and making Bug's lunch at the same time. I was about to put his lunch in front of him, but debating what I should do about blessing the food. When I was about to put my mom on hold so we could bless it, I hear Bug mumble some unknown words to the human ears and say Amen. Out of the corner of my eye I see him unfold his arms. I smile to myself and kind of laugh a little bit. I realize that he blessed his own food, and gave him his lunch, and thank him for saying his own prayer. This was just too cute, and I couldn't not write about it in my blog.