Life is Beautiful

Motherhood, Sewing, Family

Introducing…Ariana

~ Etc.

Our precious bundle of joy Ariana came down from heaven to join our family…(haha just had to say the cliche cheesy line, I just couldn’t resist! 😉 on Thursday on March 12th, 2009 at 8:08 a.m. Jay loves the fact that she was born at this time because he can say, “She was born at 8-0-8!(Hawaii area code)”
 7 lbs. 9 o.z. 20 inches. She is perfect.

According to Jay, he got two babies that weekend, one was 7 lbs. 9 o.z and 20 inches and the other one 70 lbs. 52 inches. (the first is Ariana, the second, his flat screen.) Ha.

We love our two beautiful princesses.

Ice cream and Spam

~ Etc.



Ewww not together silly!

Jay and I went shopping tonight for a flatscreen and on the way home stopped at Macey’s grocery store to get an ice-cream cone. I usually get a small cone but Jay said he didn’t want one and I asked him if he would eat some of mine and he said, “maybe” so I ordered whatever size this girl ordered before me which happened to only be a medium but it should’ve been a large for sure, if not extra large. It was so big I asked them to put it in a cup which she put literally in a 42oz. fountain drink cup and not those little tiny cups made just for ice-cream.(Don’t you just LOVE those people that make your ice cream cone extra big? God bless them.)

As we were walking out of the store with me wobbling like a penguin with my huge ole belly while holding this big cup of ice-cream WITH a cone on the top and smiling contently as I’m chugging it down, and Jay walking beside me without an ice-cream cone, I couldn’t help but start laughing as I realized how typical this scenary must be of a “Pregnant woman”.

Not to mention I’m typing this at 1:40 a.m after just finishing a bowl of spam and rice and am just waiting for the food to digest a little while longer before going to sleep. I heard eating right before bed is the best way for the food to go straight down to your butt and thighs so I figure wait about 15 mins. before going to bed? That’s better than going to bed literally mins. after swallowing your last bite right? 😉 It was either spam and rice or the rest of my ice-cream in a 42 oz. cup with the peanut M&M’s candy bar I have in my snack drawer.(yes genius right? I made a mental note to add the M&M’s as we were driving back home).
This is no big deal, I’ve been eating spam and rice after midnight the past 3 nights. Or should I say early mornings… yeah, I just eat really really early in the day.

Baby honey, please come out dear. Before mommy explodes…and not because of you.

♥-DAY

~ Etc.

I woke up to a heart shaped french toast and a handmade gift Jay made for me. We put a $10 limit on our Valentine gifts and I had no idea what he was going to make for me but I was seriously so surprised he made me these all by himself! Everytime I picture him making these small earrings with his big macho fingers, it makes me smile.:) I think he did an excellent job and I think they’re so beautiful.
He didn’t make me just one, he made me three!

Me sporting my new bling bling. 😉

They’re worth more to me than if it was from Tiffany’s.


 Then we went to Ruby River, one of our favoritest restaurants and ordered artichoke dip, fried sweet potatoes, iceberg salad, onion soup, and prime rib! Whew, it was A LOT of food. A lot of food=happy Sarah.


Then we went to our stake Valentines party. They had live jazz band and great appetizers.
UVU Ballroom team came and performed too.
You are wondering what $10 handmade gift I made for him? Well, I was planning on making him a matching beanie for him and Adalie but he told me honestly that he wouldn’t ever wear it. So I wanted to make him an apron and match it with me and Adalie’s(but more manly of course 😉 but he told me he doesn’t want an apron. So being a picky picky gift receiver that he is, I decided to play it safe and make him creme brulee, his favorite dessert EVER. To make the long story longer, it took me 3 stores to find the remekins and when I did find it and bought it at a ridiculous price($8 each for a little tiny white bowl) and bought all the ingredients, I realized the night of the Valentines when I was about to make the dessert while Jay was putting Adalie to sleep that I bought whipping cream instead of heavy cream. So I went to the store and when I walked in, I realized I had forgotten my wallet at home so I drove back to get the wallet and came back to the store. And while they had a plethora of whipping cream in stock, the heavy cream was completely out of stock. So having it be late into the night already I did not feel like driving to another store. So I bought ingredients to make chocolate dipped strawberries and Sabrosa, a popular drink I learned to make when I worked at Los Hermanos.
So I get home and I’m ready to make these desserts but Jay was still inside the bedroom with Adalie so I decided to make it when he came out of the room. Well to end the Valentine night in a very romantic way, he never ended up coming out of the room for he had fallen asleep. I waited until a little past midnight and then went to bed. By myself in the basement. Haha.
But it was still one of my top two best Valentines I’ve ever had in my life. The other one was our first Valentines last year of course. ^ ^ This year would’ve been our 3rd but I cancelled an hour before our date 3 yrs. ago. But that’s a whole another post.

I hope everyone had a great great Valentines day!

Emotional Melt-down

~ Etc.

I just had a melt-down a couple hours ago. I am all better now, it happens to me once in a blue moon since I’ve become a mother. I would say this was probably my 4th time breaking down in the last 16 months I’ve been a mommy so it comes once every 4 months statistically speaking which is okay I think. I don’t have depression or anything. I think…nah. I’m normal right? Or am I the only one that feels this way sometimes…

It all started with putting Adalie to sleep. We were too weak sauce to let her cry it out so ever since she’s been born, we have been lying by her side at night and sneaking out ever so sneakishly out of the bedroom without waking her up. If she does happen to wake up and stir, we jump back on the bed at the speed of lightening and pretend like we never left the bed. And this ritual goes throughout the whole night. If she wakes up at 1 a.m and we’re still awake, one of us runs to the bedroom to lie by her side until she falls asleep again. For those of you with a newborn or soon to be mothers, DO NOT do what we did. It is a HUGE NO NO!!! Here we are 16 months later spending about 3 hours a day trying to put her to sleep, an hour each for 2 nap times during the day and one hour at night. Jay sleeps with Adalie in our bedroom and I sleep alone in the basement. (Adalie does not sleep well if I’m next to her for some reason. She loves to play with my hair and she’ll just play with it for hours and hours instead of falling back asleep! It drives me insane!)

So tonight was no different than any other night, we bathed her, fed her milk and I lied down with her to put her to sleep(Jay and I take turns each day), sang her some primary songs while scratching her back, and giving her a full body massage and scalp massage(yeah she’s spoiled, I wish I got the same treatment). She fell asleep within 5 mins.(hallelujah!) and I stayed another 15 mins. to make sure she was in a deep sleep before leaving the bedroom. Then I changed into my grunge clothes and went upstairs to help Jay paint our bathroom and bedroom(we’re getting carpet, new tile, sink, cabinet, walk-in closet all by this Monday whoop whoop). Everything was going good and Jay had to sweep the floor which must’ve been loud because Adalie woke up and started crying. So I went down to lie down with her, hoping it wouldn’t take her long to fall back asleep. 10 mins. 20 mins. 30 mins. 40 mins. 50 mins. one hour, one hour and 10 mins. one hour and 20 mins. later she is still freakin fiddling with my hair and moving every 3 secs.! By this time I lost all the patience I had and started using my serious, scary voice to tell her, “Adalie, GO NAI NAI.” She would quickly lie back down and pretend to close her eyes only to open it back up 2 secs. later and get up again. “ADALIE. GO NAI NAI NOW. IT’S YOUR BEDTIME.” Same thing over again. Oh my gosh, I don’t know why but I HATE HATE HATE it when she does this!!! AHHHH!!! It makes me so angry! ARGH!!! I’m getting mad again just by telling the story!!!

Ok, calm down Sarah. Deep breath. Whew. So I just get up and walk out of the room while Adalie behind me starts whining and crying and I get mad at Jay. Yep, I blame him for sweeping the floor and tell him how I absolutely HATE it when she does this. Jay goes in the room and comes out 25 mins. later as Adalie is still fussing and crying. So we let her cry it out tonight. It lasted only 15 mins. Thank goodness or we would’ve gave up like we always do. Sigh.

Then I check my phone which I haven’t done for the past 6 hours and it’s bunch of missed calls and texts from my friends. One wanted to go out to dinner with her husband, Jay, me and Adalie. I would’ve loved to talk on the phone and catch up with my other friend who called. Then I got in a pissier mood because I would’ve loved to go out to dinner or catch up with my friend. Then I think about all my friends and married friends who have no kids(which are about 95%) and think about how they have no obligation or responsibility of a child and can do whatever they want whenever they please, be spontaneous, irresponsible and fun. My fun consists of going to a puppet show every Friday morning with my daughter. Oh and doing my weekly grocery shopping. That’s about the only times I get out of the house on a structure basis. My single friends always ask me, “What are you doing today?” all excitedly and I want to say, “Well, my plans are to do 2 seperate loads of laundry, one white and one dark, then fold them and put it away, to wash the dishes, fix food for Adalie and feed her every 3-4 hrs., clean up her mess and wash more dishes, read to her, change her poop diapers twice, pee diapers every 2-3 hrs. or so, entertain her constantly and play with her, feed her milk and put her down for two naps, when she wakes up, to feed her juice, fix a meal, feed her, plan a dinner menu for a week and make a grocery list and look up all the recipes, pick up Adalie’s toys/spills/messes she makes throughout the day, clean the toilet, the sink, the mirrors, the carpet, the countertops, it’s pretty much the same exact schedule every single day.”

But of course these things are not considered “plans”, it’s just a daily chore that’s boring to tell. So I say, “Oh nothing much, oh I do need to go grocery shopping. I think that’s about it.” No wonder why people think being a mother is so easy huh?

Being a stay at home mom is by far not the most exciting, glamorous job. It gets VERY mundane. Am I gonna get struck by lightening for saying that? Maybe. Do I even bother to take a shower or put on make up in the day? No way. I attempt to look half descent right before my husband comes home, oh wait, that was before I was pregnant and tired with no energy, never mind.

So being over 9 months pregnant and not getting out of the house much except for grocery shopping, a puppet show at the library and walks right outside our house, I exceeded my limit. Jay and I seriously need to do date nights every week oh never mind, we’re gonna have our second child any day now. My highlight of the week is waking up on Tuesday and realizing I have a whole new episode of The Bachelor I tivo’ed the night before. Other than that my excitement level is at the lowest as I stay at home all day and then end the night with surfing the internet or watching HGTV.

I have been so anal and moody the last week or so. Is it because I’m 9 months pregnant and SO ready to pop out this baby? Did any of you other mothers get really moody too? Is it because I hardly get a good nights sleep due to the immense uncomfortability? Is that a word? I feel so bad for Jay who has to put up with me and he is so sweet despite my moodiness and pessimism. I always prided myself in the fact that I was very optimistic but I’m one of the most pessimistic people I know ever since I’ve gotten pregnant and became a mother. Something little happens and I think the world is over. Literally. Before, I would’ve laughed and thought it was funny in some way. Who am I becoming…?

So really, am I the only mother out there that feels this way? That sometimes the mundane life of a mother gets to me and I want to scream and get out? Does that make me a horrible mother?
But then as soon as I see Adalie, it all melts away? Just by typing that and thinking about her I am no longer bitter or angry one bit? And I realize all of this insanity is worth it because she is so darn cute and I love her to death? Literally?