Fifties Housewife

 The other day I took all of the littles with me to get the oil changed on the van. After we had our fill of wandering around a nearby store (and Joseph setting off the fire alarm...ahem...) the older three sat on the bench at the mechanics to build their kinder surprise toys to play with. Finley slept peacefully all wrapped up on my back as I swayed, while the baby wiggled around inside my basketball sized belly. An older gentleman walked in to pick up his car and said, "These can't all be yours, can they?" I assured him that they were (I mean, they all look alike), and that my oldest was seven, just to see the look on his face. He commented on my obviously pregnant belly and then added, "Wow! It's like a flashback to the fifties!" I've dealt with a lot of comments on the size of our family, and wasn't sure if he was being kind or poking fun, until he added, "Good for you!" 

I often complain to Mr. Stannix that I was born in the wrong era. Put me back in the fifties where being a homemaker was accepted and encouraged and women took pride in looking after their families to the best of their abilities and I would feel right at home. 

I feel greatly blessed that Mr. Stannix has a great job that allows me to stay home and raise our children. I enjoy many modern conveniences that women in the fifties didn't have, and am blessed to have free time to spend with the children each day. In a world of such uncertainty I feel it is so important to raise our children in a stable, secure environment and am grateful for a loving husband who helps make it all possible. 

I love waking up to Joseph rubbing his eyes in his blue and grey striped footie jammies as he comes to tell me, "Mommy, I had the PUR-fect sleep!" 

I enjoy helping the children with their morning jobs. As I open Joe's curtains, Finley hands him a pair of pants from the bottom drawer and Joe exclaims, "Thanks, Fin! That's so con-sid-rate of you!" I can't help but giggle at the big words he tries to use.

There is something satisfying about being able to make homemade bread and baked goods.  The smell of fresh, baking alone transforms our home into a happy place. While rolling ginger cookies and dipping them in sugar, Joe will ask if we can make the balls of dough into a castle while they wait on the plate to be cooked. He grabs two warm cookies off the cooling rack and sizes the bottoms together before giving the smaller one to his little brother. I smile because Finley will only eat half before putting it down somewhere and asking for another. When our home is warm and smells like ginger and fresh baking, I am happiest.

I love when all of my children are home. It's been such a treat having Camilla home for Summer break. They all spend the day playing, running back and forth to the park behind our house, and crafting. Camilla was gifted some smelly markers for her birthday and now I have kids walking around with marker dots under their noses from smelling them, asking things like, "Can I smell your picture?"

 

There is something special about the chaos of dinner time as we dish up plates, eat good food, and mop up spilled drinks. I love when we all crowd around the little round table in the breakfast nook, instead of the big dining table. And even though it's hard to wait sometimes, I know it is so worth it to eat together as a family after Daddy gets home from work.  The conversation, closeness, and unity just can't be beat!

And after the littles are all tucked in for the night with stories and kisses, I enjoy curling up on the couch next to Mr. Stannix and working on an unfinished crochet project. I love to work with my hands and create warm winter hats for the children and booties for the new baby. 

Mr. Stannix and I almost always go to bed at the same time and finish our day kneeling, hand in hand with a prayer. Some might call this life old-fashioned, but I call it wonderful!

Birthday Recap

On the last week of school, Camilla decided she wanted to have a little birthday party. We printed off some invites for her to handout to a few of her close friends, and all but one was able to make it! We celebrated on her actual birthday, which was kind of fun! 

The girls crafted, played, colored, and ate cupcakes. She has a pretty good group of girls that she hangs out with, and I am proud of her choice in friends.

That night we did our family celebration. Daddy did the traditional birthday measuring. She has grown a good couple inches since last year!

After gifts and a bike ride on her new bike, we came home and had donuts. Everyone was pretty caked out, so this was the perfect alternative. She watched her number 7 sparkler go while we sang to her.

It was the perfect end to a great day!!

Seven Years

Our oldest daughter is SEVEN! I can still hardly believe it! I was so thrilled to hear my cute Irish nurse tell me "it's a girl!". I always secretly wanted a girl first, and my dreams came true when we had our little Camilla. She has brought such joy to our lives with her sweet laugh and sense of humor. She's got a special zest for life that it contagious and wonderful. She is optimistic and always looks on the bright side. She is just the big sister I was hoping she would be and does a good job at "mommying" her little brothers. She is responsible and hard working. She is the perfect mix of girl with a hint of tom-boy. She loves to wear dresses, but still enjoys getting messy. She is the most thoughtful girl I know, always putting others needs above her own and sharing all she has with her brothers. She is a fantastic problem solver and a huge help when fights break out. She is gentle and kind and tries her best to please everyone. She is witty and has a wonderful vocabulary. I love that she still thinks "snook" is a word. She helps make our home a happy place to be, and I don't know where we'd be without her! 

Happy 7th birthday Cami girl!!

Tucker

Last week we did something crazy and got a puppy! Mr. Stannix is a dog lover and has been scoping out dogs online for quite a while. He dropped a few hints, got me used to the idea, and we actually met a different dog that didn't end up working out. Long story short, it got the ball rolling and we starting thinking more seriously about getting a pup for the kids. When I saw Mike's eyes light up when we met the dog, I decided that I could put up with the extra work just to make him happy. When Mike called me at lunch one day and asked me to hurry and jump on the AARCS website, I knew we weren't far from getting a pup. He found exactly what we were looking for! Things took off from there and we ended up bringing our little lab retriever home late the same night after driving through a big tornado warning.

Tucker's been with us for a week now, and it's been a wild ride! He's a pretty good boy, but still like's to torment Finley and Joe and chew on everything. The first day we brought him home he welcomed himself by digging a little hole in the yard (thankfully it's been the only one so far). Joseph likes to pester him when he's sleeping, and Tucker gives it back. It's been a big change! All I keep thinking is, "short-term pain, long-term gain".  I'm looking forward to when we're past the house training and teething stage.

My sister snapped a few pictures of our little lab when we were out at the acreage last week. It's a good thing he's cute, because he can cause quite a bit of mischief!

Here's to many years of puppy happiness!

On Being Capable

Art by Caitlin Connolly

Today left me wondering if I am indeed capable of handling another child.

This morning I sorted the recycling while the little boys played in the van. While I took a quick call, Joseph begged me over and over for my car keys with that mischievous look in his eyes. He persisted to ask louder and louder and I eventually had to go inside to finish my phone call. I came back to the van minutes later to find him trying to start the van with a butter knife. I let out a sigh, tried to hide my smirk, and explained the danger of starting a car without a mommy or daddy.

Later in the afternoon Camilla and a friend came back to play. The front door didn't quite latch, and I found it wide open when I walked up stairs to check on Hyrum. I then noticed Finley's bedroom light on and thought it was odd since he was supposed to be napping. I couldn't hear either of the boys and immediately realized they must have went out the front door. I found Hyrum running back to the house to get me, and Finley in the arms of a dear neighbor friend who happened to be walking by shortly after the "great escape". She passed him off to me like it was no big deal, but my chest was pounding and my face turned red with embarrassment. He hadn't made it too far, but far enough that he was crying and afraid. In talking with Hyrum and asking why he didn't just pick him up and bring him inside, I realized that he was torn between obeying my rule about crossing roads without a Mommy and saving his little brother. He then reassured me that the street was "completely peaceful" the whole time (thank-goodness). I held it together until I shut the front door and then I burst into tears. Tears of embarrassment, gratitude for his safety, inadequacy... I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't capable to take on the responsibility of another child.

I immediately grabbed my phone. I desperately needed someone to tell me that I was capable, that I could do this, that I was doing a good job, that it was normal to feel this way. I dialed a few different numbers and finally got a hold of my Gramma (who could hardly understand me as I cried). She told me a few stories of similar experiences, reassured me that I was doing a wonderful job, that I had great kids, and that these things happen.

Finley seemed a bit warm and had a mild cough most of the day. By the late afternoon I was so exhausted that I slipped in a few winks while he drifted off to sleep on my shoulder. I woke to the sound of Camilla giggling at my open mouth and uncomfortable position. I smiled as I blinked the sleep from my eyes and hugged her. They were all hungry for dinner, and it was time to get up.

Shortly after dinner my dear friend texted me and told me to listen to the song "Dirty Dishes" by Scotty McCreery. I had told her about my day and she was thinking about me. It's basically about being grateful for the slamming doors, laundry, dirty dishes and a tired husband who provides, because it means you have happy kids, clothes to wear, food to eat, and money to spare.

The trenches of motherhood are exhausting. My floors are constantly sticky, my bathrooms constantly need cleaning, there is laundry everywhere to be washed or folded, and my sink is constantly filled with dishes. There are fights to break up, lessons to be taught, messes to be cleaned...It seems like it never ends. Some nights I literally fall into bed, completely drained from the days events, only to be awakened moments later to sooth a crying child, comfort someone who had a bad dream, or fill up a sippy cup for the tenth time.

Finley has woken up three times already tonight coughing and I have rubbed his warm head and ran my fingers through his hair each time. I have a feeling I'm in for a long night. But I am grateful that I get to be the one to comfort him and kiss his soft cheeks while he rests.

I recognize that this is only a short season in my life. I know that the happy chaos will soon come to an end. I adore being a mother. But some days are just plain hard. And today I was grateful for supportive friends and family who reassured me that everything is going to be okay, and that I am capable. There's a huge difference between feeling capable, and being capable. I am grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who helps me know that I am capable. Who only gives me what I can handle and stretches me to my potential. Tomorrow is a new day (just pray my children don't wake up at 5:00am again...)!

"As a mother guided by the Lord, you weave a fabric of character in your children from threads of truth through careful instruction and worthy example. You imbue the traits of honesty, faith in God, duty, respect for others, kindness, self-confidence, and the desire to contribute, to learn, and to give in your trusting children’s minds and hearts. No day-care center can do that. It is your sacred right and privilege." - Richard G. Scott

Work & Play

 I think we are finally falling into a bit of a groove around here. I still have a hard time balancing work and play some times. When the mess drives me crazy enough we take to the outdoors for some nature and exploring and try to forget about it until later. I started out today with a small to-do list, and only ended up actually completing one thing on it (that bathroom was really starting to bug me), and then there was dishes and cooking of course. 

 Camilla and I were the first ones awake. Since the little boys were in separate rooms, they slept in nice and long. Camilla has taken on her responsibilities for Tucker very seriously. Looking out the window early this morning and watching her play tug of war with him made me smile. We hung out in our jammies until the boys woke up and then made breakfast.

 The littles begged me right after breakfast to go play at a park. I surveyed the kitchen and decided the dishes could wait. I felt semi-discouraged that I have been having such a hard time keeping up with things, but Finley's giggles on the swing made up for it!

Joe climbed the rock all by himself and proudly asked me to take a picture. As I look at it now, I realize how big this boy is getting. He is such a good kid and has such a big heart. All afternoon I've had the saying, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" floating around in my head. And in case anyone is wondering, I still have at least half a bag of chocolates left to last me the week!

Where's Finley?

 This morning Mr. Stannix left to Young Men's camp for four days. Given all the happy chaos around here he brought me back a huge bag of chocolate from the grocery store. I chuckled at the "Family Size" on the bag. He said that he knew I had a lot going on and that he hoped it would help me make it through my week. That guy knows me too well! The kids were up super early and Mr. Tucker is adjusting to his new surroundings, so things have been a little bit hairy around here today. I've already snuck a few chocolates from this giant bag!

Before naps the kids and I ran to the town office to register our new pup. They played hopscotch on the tile floor while they waited for me. We left just as they all got crazy and I reminded them all to have walking feet and listening ears as we made our way towards the door. Joseph and Hyrum faught over who was going to push the handicap button to open the door. In all of the chaos I misplaced Finley. I frantically opened the doors and looked all over the entry, scanned the sidewalk and parking lot, and he was nowhere to be found! "Where's Finley?!" I started asking the kids in a panic. Camilla giggled, he's right there mom, in your arms. She giggled even harder and I couldn't help but laugh at myself. This is going to be a long week!

Also, meet my new bed buddy. While Daddy is away he has decided to take up half our king sized bed. I don't mind so much because he usually sleeps longer in our bed. We are counting down the days until Daddy is home!!

Fish Lake

 Today we left the Acreage bright and early and headed West to Fish Lake. The littles had been looking forward to this for a long time. The whole trip out Joe kept asking, "Are you SO excited to go fishin' Grampa?" We arrived early enough to secure the other side of the dock and then Grampa and Daddy prepped the fishing rods. I hung out with Tucker and admired the view across the lake, the mountains peaking over the tree tops in the distance. The whole time they fished they had one curious fish, and no bites. Every time Joe reeled in his hook he would exclaim, "I caught a HOOK!" or "I caught some sea weed!" I've never seen a kid so excited to catch nothing. Mr. Stannix got to test out his new fishing rod that I gifted him last Christmas and was pleased with it! He spent the whole time on the dock and I snuck in a few casts while he ate his smokie and rice krispie square. When the littles lost interest in fishing, they threw off their shoes and waded out to their knees in search of "sea creatures". Grampa gave them each a few bob's from the tackle box and they turned them into people and used their imaginations the rest of the afternoon. Once we had our fill of hot dogs, smokies, and junk food, we put out our fire and headed home. 

The Early Morn

 The mornings are early and wonderful at the acreage. Finley is the first to wake every morning, followed closely by Tucker. The three of us head outside in the early morning light and listen to the birds sing their morning songs. The swallows, blue birds, yellow finch, and black birds answer each others calls and fill the air with music. 

Everything is peaceful and I drink it in.

 I am growing quite fond of our early morning walks together. Finley snuggles in close and tucks his arms under his tummy to keep warm.

 The strawberry patch is plentiful this year. If we aren't picking and eating them right from the patch, we grab a handful or two each time we walk through the kitchen. They are the tastiest berries ever, but I still like to enjoy a bowl with a sprinkle of sugar every now and then.

 The littles pass the day away on their bikes or in the sandbox. 

 When they started getting too crazy we loaded everyone up and went to a close by lake. 

 I adored seeing Hyrum's goofy side come out! He is typically a very reserved, quiet kid, so these pictures make me laugh.

 We stayed and played for quite a while until everyone was cold and ready to go. We beat the storm home by just a few minutes and everyone hopped in a warm bath to finish off the day!

Lets Go Fly a Kite

 After a wonderful morning at church, the kids found the kites in Gramma and Grampa's basement and asked if they could take them out. It was a great way to bring more peace and calm to our day. Each of the kids had a kite and an adult to help them out and they loved it! "You're kite flies really well!" Camilla would say. "This is the best day ever!" Adds Hyrum. "Look at my kite go!" Exclaims Joe. I stood in the middle of the kites capturing the moment and smiled. This was exactly what everyone needed this afternoon! When the clouds rolled in and the sky started rumbling, we pulled in our kites and called it a day.