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Finishing the 10 Things List

Hi friends.  My little guy has  been doing better and I am now back to my usual perky and silly self.  Or maybe that’s because it’s Friday.  You all know what Friday means right? Date night!! Okay, here it really means going out to eat.  Our weekly ritual.  It is what keeps me cooking during the week.

Moving on.

About that 10 things list, let’s see, I have 7 items left, right?  Anyone been counting?  Well, I say 7 items so 7 items it is.  I know I was going to do a day-to-day list, but my attention span is very slight.  Thus, I became rather bored with that idea. So, here’s a nice, smooth bulleted list of my last 7 things.

  • I often write comments and posts that are not completed thoughts.  Usually by the time I sit down to blog, I have only a few minutes so I am rushing through my comments before one of the kids wakes up.  Now you know why half my comments on your blog probably don’t make sense.  And why I jump around from freakishly happy to mournfully sad posts.  Sorry about that.
  • I am paranoid about hand washing.  I wash my hands AT LEAST 20 times a day.  If I know you don’t wash your hands (after using the restroom or changing diapers, that is), I will most likely not ask you to watch my kids (lucky you),  won’t eat at your house,  and will avoid letting you hold my babies.  Yes, it is that bad.
  • Hand washing isn’t my only tick.  If I find a piece of hair in my food, my appetite will vanish.  It will take me a few months to make that food again let alone eat it.
  • We don’t have a dishwasher so I am extremely anal about how my dishes are cleaned.  I don’t let Mr. B (or anyone else for that matter) wash the dishes because I know I will wash them again and I don’t want to hurt his feelings.  Hey, at least I have a heart, right?
  • We furnished our whole apartment with $300.   We went to hundreds of garage sales within a 2-month period, searching for the right furniture–kitchen table, queen sized bed and mattress, couches, end tables, bookshelves, desks, and dressers.  Obviously, our furniture does not match but, by golly, they are comfortable and make our apartment look cozy.
  • I will do laundry all week long and pile it up on our big couch.  By the end of the week,  there is no where to sit on said couch.  Classy, huh?
  • Mr. B’s real name is……Ben. I know, I know, we all have really plain names.  I am getting used to it now.

Now that I have virtually unclothed myself I am going to hide in my closet, er, I mean bedroom (I can’t fit in my closet).


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10 Things You Don’t Know About Me: The Queen’s Name

The Queen’s name was chosen long before she was born. 4 years to be exact.

When B and I agreed we were going to get married,  we started discussing girl and boy names.  We had this image of having a girl first, followed by twin boys (obviously we were wrong on the twin boys!).  We threw out certain girl names and quickly agreed on one.

Once we were married, and expecting our first, we knew it was a girl. Without hesitation, we began calling our soon-to-be baby girl by her chosen name.


While pregnant with Emily, I dreamed about her.  Often.  My dreams reflected my desires for she was often a cute, little thing.

When she was born, she was a cute, little thing.

And she has remained a cute, little thing.  By little, I mean 5th percentile little.  I’m pretty sure her brother is going to pass her up in weight soon.

My 6 lbs. 13 oz. girl

is now a 20 lb. wild (little) thing.

I know she was sent down first for a reason.  She has patiently taught me many things about being a mother.  Her independence made it possible for me to finish school.  And, her sweet nature has made having a close sibling easier.

This girl has taught me that I am always behind.  I do something like install a gate to barricade her entrance into the kitchen and she soon finds a way to break in anyway.  She is always one step ahead of me.

Yet, this curiosity has enabled her to learn things fast.  Even though I am often exhausted by the end of the day from chasing her around,  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Besides, who could resist a little girl with eyes like these?

I sure can’t.


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10 Things You Don’t Know About Me: Manly’s Name

The Sugar Doll Award came with a requirement: a list of ten things you may or may not know about me.  I thought I’d turn this into a writing assignment for myself.  So, over the next ten days,  I will share something about myself.

To start this ten-day series, I thought I’d unveil the name of my youngest child: Manly.  This little guy has been the heart of all my posts of late.  (He is doing much better,  by the way. )

When I was expecting Manly,  B and I argued over boys names for months.  We finally concluded we would narrow our list to 3 names and choose his name when we first met him.

A month or so later,  I was exhausted from a month straight of pre-term labor contractions at night.  My body ached.  My spirit was listless.  I was wanting this pregnancy to end, but not wanting my little guy to come early.  I asked B for a Priesthood blessing.  In the middle of the blessing,  B had an impression for what to name our baby.  After he was done, he told me.  I listened,  thought,  and agreed.  The name was not what I expected, nor was it necessarily what I wanted.  But, it felt right.  That was enough for both of us.

We looked up the name on the internet and found its meaning to be “man, warrior” and “manly.”  We laughed and decided “manly” would become his nickname on-line.

Are you intrigued by these hints?  Let me lure you further along.

In the Christian tradition, this name belonged to one of the first followers of Christ.  And, for all you art connoisseurs, this person has been the focus of many religious paintings.  One of my favorites was painted by the talented hand of Caravaggio*.

Still don’t know?  Well, the name of this painting is The Calling of Saints Peter and Andrew.

Okay, okay, enough suspense.  His name is Andrew.  He is my little guy.

He has grown from a 6 lb. 8 oz. little thing

to a 14 lb. 4 oz. chunk.

I wasn’t very excited about having a little boy.  I just didn’t know what to do with a boy.

Now?  He has my heart.  I love his chubby cheeks,  his lopsided grin,  and his blue eyes.  I also love how he clings to me.

He is a Momma’s boy.

*Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.


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