Monday, February 27, 2006

Yeah, I scrapbook...

It's hard even for me to believe...I haven't scrapbooked in over a month now. I scrambled to finish my Hall of Fame entry after being released from the hospital and I think that it exhausted me. Not to mention the state of my scrap table...the thought of cleaning it makes me go crawl back in bed.

But, yeah, I really do scrapbook. And to prove it I will complete the challenge that Hilary tagged me with. Here goes:

What scrapbook lines/products, etc. do you dislike? I know it's just going to shock pretty much every scrapper I know...but I really don't like Basic Grey. There. I said it. I have some. And I've used it. But, it's definitely not my favorite.

What is the hardest thing you have ever had to scrap? I don't know that I have tackled many difficult scrapping subjects. I have been blessed with a pretty great life. I have recently scrapped about my highly complicated pregnancies...that's probably the hardest thing I've ever scrapped. You can see it by clicking here.

What technique do you use more than anything else? I'm going to say either inking or handcutting titles. Probably inking more, as I have lately been lazy and used a lot of letter stickers.

What is the smallest scrap of paper you save? Please don't judge me...remember my husband is still working on his doctoral degree and in my married life I have never had much money for my scrap budget. So I save anything that I could even use a punch on. I've recently become a bit more cavalier about throwing scraps away only because my scrap folders are bulging. Someone needs to teach me to look in them more often.

Have you ever had any scrapbook related injuries? I have poked myself with my paper piercer more than once. I have even drawn blood doing this. Otherwise, I've stayed pretty safe in this dangerous hobby.

Finish this sentence, "If I wasn't a scrapbooker/stamper, I would spend my money on..." Hard to say. I always have to be doing something creative. Maybe I would be a quilter and hoard fabric. I'd also probably buy more sheet music.

Give us your best storage or organizational idea. I have an itty bitty scrap corner. I found some fun spice racks and bucket things at IKEA that have served me well. Otherwise, I wouldn't say I'm all too organized with my scrap crap. Maybe when I move.

When you received your first publication notification, who did youtell? Joel. I had gotten up early and the request was in my email that morning. I ran into the bedroom and woke him up to tell him. He ran back to the computer with me to see for himself. AND, not an hour later I received a phone call from another publication wanting another layout. It was a pretty good day.

After answering the questions, tag four of your buddies. I'm only tagging 3. So there.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Adventures in Potty Training

You may or may not remember that Chloe insisted on being potty trained this past summer. She was really doing quite well, but then we went on a 3 week vacation and it all went south pretty fast. We ended up putting her back in diapers, and then when we came home she didn't want to have anything to do with potty training and it's been a struggle ever since.

She started getting the hang of it again in the fall, but alas, Mommy became pregnant and sick and it all fell apart once more. Chloe began having multiple accidents and not telling us when she had to go. I was too sick to deal with it all, and though Joel tried, I am fairly sure that Daddys are just not programmed to do potty training. (But I am thankful for his valiant efforts.)

Then Chloe went to Mamah's house in Utah for a couple of weeks. Mamah took it upon herself to make potty training a positive experience for Chloe. She offered treats and toys, and was much more enthusiastic than I could ever be in my hyperemetic, pregnant state. She actually had pom poms in the bathroom and sang a parody of the BYU fight song:

Rise and Shout the poo poo is out
In all its fame and glory
Rise and shout the poo poo is out
And now we'll tell the story...
Rah Rah Rahrahrah
Rah rah rahrahrah
Goooooooooooooooooooooo CHLOE!!!

When Chloe came home, she was still having a bit of trouble although she was certainly more willing. Since my mom the cheerleader left she has only had three accidents and those were all on the same day. Even though she has taken to saying "kocky" instead of "potty" and it took me 2 days to figure out what she meant, I think we're finally on the path to saying she is 100% potty trained. And so in honor of her great achievement, I just wanted to post some of the funnier things she has said during our saga.

Talking about her little potty seat that goes on top of the big toilet:
"We better put the seat on or I will fall in. And we don't want Chloe to die."

Just before having an accident at church:
"I love you Daddy." (pause) "I love you Daddy!!!" (pause) "I LOVE YOU DADDY!!!"

While being unwillingly put on the toilet because it was obvious she had to go:
"I don't have time for this."

It's definitely been an adventure. One I am happy to know is just about over.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Swallowed up in the swirling vortex that is television...

I am not a TV watcher. That is, in my normal life, I am not. In my normal life, if I am choosing to relax or to just plain be idle I do it by sitting at the computer or reading or scrapbooking. Don't usually have any TV shows that I can't miss (except American Idol).

My pregnant life is another story altogether. When I was pregnant with Bria I laid on the couch and watched TV all day long, occasionally stepping out my front door to sit by the pool. When I was pregnant with Chloe we didn't have cable, nor did we have a good connection to the local channels. So it was then Bria who became the TV watcher, watching video after video after video, while I read books. I would send Joel to the library weekly to check out 4 or 5 new books. And I really did finish them every week. This time around, I'm surfing the net a little bit during the day, but since Joel is writing his dissertation he has computer rights most of the time, so I don't really surf all that much more than I did when I was normal. I try to read, but since Joel is so busy disserting, he doesn't pick me up so many books at the library anymore. The Reader's Digest came the other day and I devoured it within a couple hours. Same thing happens when I get my scrapbook mags, or even BYU magazine. So, that leaves TV.

The problem with watching TV is that while you are watching they run advertisements for other shows that seem interesting. Suddenly, it becomes absolutely necessary to your life to watch said advertised show. And then you are hooked on it and must watch it every week. During this watching you see other advertisements and it becomes a very vicious cycle. Especially when you're not really healthy enough to get off the couch.

When it comes down to it, that's what I really hate. I HATE not being able to live my life normally just because I'm growing a baby. I try to convince myself that I'm just being lazy and I really can do more than sit around all day with my sole exercise being to walk into the bathroom or the computer room. I tell myself it's all in my head. I convince myself that I must believe that just because I am pregnant I have to be sick. So I try to tell myself that that isn't true, and then I go do some laundry or go grocery shopping. Keep in mind that I am on a high dosage of the wonder drug Zofran which is pumped into me 24/7...people swear by this drug and feeling wonderful while on it. So I should be able to live a normal life, right?

To illustrate what happens, let me tell you what I experienced yesterday. I woke up, Joel was writing and I realized I needed to do my Visiting Teaching display for February before Sunday. I told Joel I was going to the scrapbook store to buy the die cuts I needed for my project. He, for some inspired reason, told me he didn't think I should drive myself. Selflessly, he stopped with the dissertation and took me to the scrapbook store. Once we got there I made my die cuts and as I was standing in line to pay for them, I blacked out. I cannot tell you how glad I was that Joel was there, so he could help me out of the store and into the car. Then after we drove out of the parking lot I had to throw up. And this is when I realized that this illness is NOT all in my head, I am NOT making it up, and it is VERY real. As much as I hate sitting around, it is the best thing for me. Joel told me I'm not really meant to try to go out of the house yet. He's probably right, because EVERY single time I do, it comes back to bite me.

And so, here I sit, thankful that CSI is on twice a night during the week and once on the weekends. Hoping that Dr. Phil and Oprah won't be totally boring. Glad that I enjoy Jeopardy. Thrilled that the new season of American Idol just started. And becoming swallowed up by all the rest of them....I guess I'll see you when I get out.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Shirking my duty

So, I'm enough sick that I felt like I can't even give Chloe the time and attention she needs. It is so hard to be feeling so awful and have just laid down only to have to get up to take her potty, or get her a drink of water, or help her open her toy, or whatever. Every time Joel was gone it was so hard for me to be a real mother. So, I sent her to Utah to be with grandparents for 2 weeks.

So now I feel like the worst mother ever. Not so much that I sent her away, but the fact that it's been such a relief to me not to have her here. Don't get me wrong, I miss her like crazy, but I am finally able to get the rest I need during the day. I am hoping that by the time she gets back I'll be feeling a bit more functional...after all, I will be out of my first trimester (not that that has meant a darn thing in my previous pregnancies, but a girl can hope).

I try to talk to her on the phone every day. I say "try" because she doesn't want to talk to me all that much. She's too busy being spoiled and having a blast with Daisy the dog and the new toys Mamah bought her. She's having the time of her life. For which I'm's just what she needed. She has been hard since I've been sick, and she isn't usually a hard kid to deal with. I know it's because she's been a little shaken up with the change in routine, and especially the fact that Mommy doesn't get out of bed or clean the house or make food or ANYTHING anymore. She knows I'm sick because there's a baby in my tummy, but I don't think she fully understands, and I know that she definitely doesn't like it. So being in Utah is perfect. She's getting much needed attention...attention I hope I'm able to give her when she comes home.

Only one more I miss that kid!