Why doth the sweet babe wake at night,
with mild temperament giggle whist being held,
but yet put down doth whine?
Methinks tis' a conspiracy,
Whilst first light entereth here,
young bairn doth sleep soundlessly,
and whilst mother sit drowsily,
other children doth mischievously tip-toe,
as not to wake their mother Dragon who too sleepeth,
and while sleep unavoidable,
Youth doth complete havoc avoidable,
Tinies scatter whenst waking Dragon stir,
and with grumbling roar doth proclaim defeat!
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
During 2013 Christmas my family shared with me
12 Times a day fever checking. (104...)
11 Different clothes for changing ("Mom! I threw up....again..." )
10 Treats to share that I'm not delivering.
9 Nights of no sleep and counting.
8 Christmas movies to watch daily. (We're too sick to do anything else!)
7 Empty boxes of Kleenex for sneezing, dripping, running.
6 Missed family Christmas parties. (Hope my white elephant doesn't go rotten!)
5 Bottles of medication!!!
4 Ear and sinus infections.
3 Trips to the pediatric doctor.
2 Brand new teeth on babies.
And one trip to Hospital ROC.
Ohhh... How I love my young sick f-a-m-i-l-y!
11 Different clothes for changing ("Mom! I threw up....again..." )
10 Treats to share that I'm not delivering.
9 Nights of no sleep and counting.
8 Christmas movies to watch daily. (We're too sick to do anything else!)
7 Empty boxes of Kleenex for sneezing, dripping, running.
6 Missed family Christmas parties. (Hope my white elephant doesn't go rotten!)
5 Bottles of medication!!!
4 Ear and sinus infections.
3 Trips to the pediatric doctor.
2 Brand new teeth on babies.
And one trip to Hospital ROC.
Ohhh... How I love my young sick f-a-m-i-l-y!
How to fold laundry, a 2 year old guide.
1. Dump laundry out of basket onto floor. Watch mom fold laundry.
2. Jump into basket, proclaim, "Boat! Pirate! Argh!"
3. While mom puts away towels, grab laundry and put back into basket.
4. Shout, "I DID IT!" Don't let mom have the laundry back.
5. Notice a pair of your socks. Ask to put them on.
6. Bring shoes to mom, ask to put them on.
7. "Outside?"
8. Leave laundry, go play outside.
Monday, September 1, 2014
Because
When only a Princess braid will work today,
for a six year old at school,
You let her be late and braid it in exactly the right way.
If five years old and a sandwich is the requested lunchtime feast,
You cut it into triangles--a must!
to crave that inner hungry beast.
When two years of energy eats his lunch and spills some on the floor.
You bend down to clean it up,
Then find your lunch isn't yours anymore.
If 10-month old comes crawling followed close by brother,
You cuddle both, play, and giggle.
Because you are their Mother.
for a six year old at school,
You let her be late and braid it in exactly the right way.
If five years old and a sandwich is the requested lunchtime feast,
You cut it into triangles--a must!
to crave that inner hungry beast.
When two years of energy eats his lunch and spills some on the floor.
You bend down to clean it up,
Then find your lunch isn't yours anymore.
If 10-month old comes crawling followed close by brother,
You cuddle both, play, and giggle.
Because you are their Mother.
How to close the front door: A Mother's guide
1. Run out the door in your pj's after the wandering 2 year old.
2. Pick up 2 year old, run back inside.
3. Put down 2 year old, while attempting to block 10 month old from exiting the house.
4. Call to the 5 year old to please come inside.
5. Realize the other 10 month old is already outside.
6. Run outside again to retrieve the 10 month old.
7. Call to the 5 year old again.
8. Place 10 month old inside, preferably with a toy.
9. Turn around to see other 10 month old outside, and 2 year old running through the door as fast as possible.
10. Chase 2 year old down, clutch to him as he screams and flails arms imitating windmill. Gather as many observers as possible--the more the better, passing cars stopping is a bonus too.
11. Use second and third arm to pick up 10 month old twins, who are both outside.
12. Close door, sigh in relief, tell yourself you are never opening the door again.
13. Hear knock on the door.
14. Contemplate if the next step is optional
15. Open it for 5 year old...
...repeat...
2. Pick up 2 year old, run back inside.
3. Put down 2 year old, while attempting to block 10 month old from exiting the house.
4. Call to the 5 year old to please come inside.
5. Realize the other 10 month old is already outside.
6. Run outside again to retrieve the 10 month old.
7. Call to the 5 year old again.
8. Place 10 month old inside, preferably with a toy.
9. Turn around to see other 10 month old outside, and 2 year old running through the door as fast as possible.
10. Chase 2 year old down, clutch to him as he screams and flails arms imitating windmill. Gather as many observers as possible--the more the better, passing cars stopping is a bonus too.
11. Use second and third arm to pick up 10 month old twins, who are both outside.
12. Close door, sigh in relief, tell yourself you are never opening the door again.
13. Hear knock on the door.
14. Contemplate if the next step is optional
15. Open it for 5 year old...
...repeat...
Hospital Bill
This is the bill for reading the test,
that was brought down the hall by a nurse who looked stressed.
that was seen by the tech you paid yesterday,
who got it from the nurse in the hall you paid last week, in the fray,
who conferred with the specialist you saw the week before,
and a separate nurse who provided you treats- "for free," Want more?
Don't forget the one who said you looked great,
though a second opinion shouldn't wait?
Then the other who suggested you get that checked.
Which all started when you asked, Honey, what's that?
that was brought down the hall by a nurse who looked stressed.
that was seen by the tech you paid yesterday,
who got it from the nurse in the hall you paid last week, in the fray,
who conferred with the specialist you saw the week before,
and a separate nurse who provided you treats- "for free," Want more?
Don't forget the one who said you looked great,
though a second opinion shouldn't wait?
Then the other who suggested you get that checked.
Which all started when you asked, Honey, what's that?
A mother wears a towel on her head
Waking up early if I have time,
I hop into the shower to scrub and shine.
Dressed and ready, kids waking from bed,
For my dripping wet hair, I place a towel on my head.
First it's used to wipe morning tears,
to alleviate small baby fears.
Next the tip washes sticky breakfast faces,
and gets into those hard to reach places.
It's ready in case a milk cup gets tipped,
Or when on the walls marker is script.
I know it's silly, but that towel of mine,
is needed when I'm short on mommy time.
It's ready for scrubbing,
and messy cleaning up rubbing.
To play peek-a-boo,
Or look, I see you!
It creates a pillow cushion tent top,
Or makes an emergency mop.
So at the end of the day when I tuck kids into bed.
You know why I still have a towel on my head.
I hop into the shower to scrub and shine.
Dressed and ready, kids waking from bed,
For my dripping wet hair, I place a towel on my head.
First it's used to wipe morning tears,
to alleviate small baby fears.
Next the tip washes sticky breakfast faces,
and gets into those hard to reach places.
It's ready in case a milk cup gets tipped,
Or when on the walls marker is script.
I know it's silly, but that towel of mine,
is needed when I'm short on mommy time.
It's ready for scrubbing,
and messy cleaning up rubbing.
To play peek-a-boo,
Or look, I see you!
It creates a pillow cushion tent top,
Or makes an emergency mop.
So at the end of the day when I tuck kids into bed.
You know why I still have a towel on my head.
Dry Clean Only
My daughter's dress tag reads: dry clean only.
Funny how clothing can be a liar.
Laughing, I put it in the washer and dryer.
It's not that I don't care,
If it was leather I would beware.
But you see my daughter's dresses,
Have been through worse messes.
She's rolled down grassy hills,
Pirated ships with an Iron will.
Played the vicious Steampunk victor,
Sat and scraped it over wicker.
Traveled through a leafy forest,
Became a lovely budding florist.
I guess we'd like to imagine,
That at church she sits still as satin.
There's no need to play the sleuth.
As her mother, I know the truth.
When crayons and marker dot her gown,
I greet with a smile, instead of a frown.
Ask me why I didn't purchase a dress,
With a cleaning regime that requires less?
Do you see how much fun we're having,
Not restrained by useless tagging.
Dry clean only. I'm not sorry to say,
This dress has been through worse, and that's okay.
Funny how clothing can be a liar.
Laughing, I put it in the washer and dryer.
It's not that I don't care,
If it was leather I would beware.
But you see my daughter's dresses,
Have been through worse messes.
She's rolled down grassy hills,
Pirated ships with an Iron will.
Played the vicious Steampunk victor,
Sat and scraped it over wicker.
Traveled through a leafy forest,
Became a lovely budding florist.
I guess we'd like to imagine,
That at church she sits still as satin.
There's no need to play the sleuth.
As her mother, I know the truth.
When crayons and marker dot her gown,
I greet with a smile, instead of a frown.
Ask me why I didn't purchase a dress,
With a cleaning regime that requires less?
Do you see how much fun we're having,
Not restrained by useless tagging.
Dry clean only. I'm not sorry to say,
This dress has been through worse, and that's okay.
Cuddles in the Night
Startled awake, darkness all around,
Listening to the wails of the terrified bound.
The night consumes me, my heart racing,
Trembling, scared, alone, fear I'm facing.
Furry arms wrap around my torso,
Lifting me, consuming me ever closer!
Then comes the rhythmic creaking,
The torturous sounds of siren bleating.
The wails have stopped, the siren song replaces,
I slip into this monsters' embraces,
The rocking creaking fades from my eardrums,
I blink and my mind is filled with wisdom.
Lying here, in my soft crib bed,
My furry blanket by my head.
From the window cascades morning light,
I know my mom loves me, when we cuddle at night.
Listening to the wails of the terrified bound.
The night consumes me, my heart racing,
Trembling, scared, alone, fear I'm facing.
Furry arms wrap around my torso,
Lifting me, consuming me ever closer!
Then comes the rhythmic creaking,
The torturous sounds of siren bleating.
The wails have stopped, the siren song replaces,
I slip into this monsters' embraces,
The rocking creaking fades from my eardrums,
I blink and my mind is filled with wisdom.
Lying here, in my soft crib bed,
My furry blanket by my head.
From the window cascades morning light,
I know my mom loves me, when we cuddle at night.
Nail Clippers
I have nail clippers.
They stay in my purse,
for when my nails need a clip, of course.
Wait...no. Now I remember!
They're in the bathroom,
Used before the kids bath when they needed a groom.
No? hmm... yeah...
My husband used them last night,
For crusted toe nails before he turned off the light.
Oh look!
It's my daughter's nail polish box.
Clip your nails, paint, then put on your socks?
No... well... uh...
Are they on the living room floor?
Or perhaps they beelined under the door?
Got it! I know.
This time for sure.
Nail-clippers are for sale at the grocery store!
They stay in my purse,
for when my nails need a clip, of course.
Wait...no. Now I remember!
They're in the bathroom,
Used before the kids bath when they needed a groom.
No? hmm... yeah...
My husband used them last night,
For crusted toe nails before he turned off the light.
Oh look!
It's my daughter's nail polish box.
Clip your nails, paint, then put on your socks?
No... well... uh...
Are they on the living room floor?
Or perhaps they beelined under the door?
Got it! I know.
This time for sure.
Nail-clippers are for sale at the grocery store!
I am the great and powerful OZ!
Pay no attention to the blog behind this post... uh... I can fix it...
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Grandma Rich
Yesterday we attended Grandma Rich's Funeral in AF Utah. She passed away May 16th at 99 years old- 5 months shy of 100. Her son had just joined her for lunch an hour prior, they had chatted pleasantly, she ate cheddar soup, potatoes and pistachio pudding. Then the nurse took her back to her room and had her sit in the comfy armchair she had there. A few minutes later another resident found her slumped over
I love this lady.
The first time I met Grandma Rich she greeted me by asking, "What's your name again?"
I answered, "Amy Tolson." (my maiden name)
"No it's not. It's Amy Rosenvall." - Grandma
"Ha!" I laughed, she got me, "What's your name?"
"To you, Grandma."
She was unhappy when she and her husband moved from New York state to Utah state, proclaiming: "They took away my driving license."
Full of wit.
She was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints at age 89. After all her children planned their vacations and gave her the missionary lessons over the course of a year. She'd said once, "If I get baptized too soon they'll make me Relief Society President."
Andrew and I attended their sealing.
I thought I would be sad at her funeral. However, though I did shed a few tears, she lived a long full life. She was happy, only in a care center the last 4 months of life. Confined to a wheelchair- 2 days only.
We went to her graveside services in SLC with the family. Gave grandpa a hug. Afterwards attended a luncheon at Ed and Morissa's house (Andrew's Uncle).
Grandma loved to travel. So, Andrew and I took the kids to the Zoo afterwards-- we got in just before they closed the gate no allowing anyone else in. It was a pleasant, sparsely attended day. The lions, tigers, snow leopards were out and walking around. The reptiles peeking their noses up out of their tanks. Bears rolling on their hills.
Then we took a drive through Guardsman's pass. Over the mountain down through Midway where we bought dinner for the kids and let them play at Two Tower's park in Heber.
We drove home through dusk. As I tucked the kids into bed, I told them constellation stories and placed glow-in-the-dark stars on their walls. The boys have the constellations: Cassiopeia, Cepheus, Draco, Andromeda & Perseus. My daughter has Taurus and Orion.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Daniel's Court Day
On Daniel's adoption day with the 3rd District Court. Sarah woke up bright and early, turned on the computer and blasted "Coronation Day" from Frozen. After having the kids nicely dressed in nice street clothes. We spent several hours getting the kiddos to stay entertained at the courthouse. They ran down the hallways, splashed water from the drinking fountains, counted the number of blue or red cars they could find, ate goldfish crackers, drew pictures and the babies had a crawling competition.
The Judge complemented us on the task we have decided to take on. After a brief question/answer with our fabulous adoption lawyer - Frank N. Call. Judge James Mitchie, Andrew and I signed the paperwork. March 24, 2014.
After signing the papers, Judge Mitchie gave each of the kids a stuffed animal, Daniel picked first from the pile of stuffed animals the judge put up on his desk--he dove for this cute purple/grey raccoon. Sarah picked a bright yellow manatee, Michael a little red dog, James a green froggy, Peter a Rhino. Their was one stuffed animal left-a pelican, it stayed for the next kiddo adoption.
Then we chased down our kids again while papers were processed, drove to Chuck-a-Rama for an adoption dinner feast. The kids were excited that we allowed them to eat at much soda and dessert as they wanted. I ate a delicious beef stew with carrots/potatoes.
Exhausted and tired, we returned home.
Having an adoption recognized by the State of Utah and in court though nice, is different from a Sealing in the Temple.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Daniel's Sealing Day
The day started out quiet. Sarah whispered to Daniel in hushed tones, "It's your sealing day, we get to keep you forever." We had a light cream colored dress picked out for Sarah, but on that morning, I decided to go look one more time for a white one. (We had looked previously, the best we could find was the light cream one.) Sarah came with me and I had a feeling to go to a store called "Dressed in White" which I had actually never been too, I wasn't sure if they had kid's clothing. They did, and we found a gorgeous white dress. Sarah fell in love with a pair of white shoes so I got them too.
While I was driving she said "Mommy, you should play fancy music, for this fancy day." I changed the radio to Classical and that seemed to suit her. She came with me while I had a hair cut then afterwards we picked up treats and candy from the grocery store--after the Sealing we invited everyone over and the kids had a 'Candy Bar' we gave everyone a small bag that they filled with various candies. We also had peanut butter bars, butterfly sugar cookies....
When we got home it was time to dress all in white. All of our children were allowed to attend the sealing. Though not required we dressed all the children in white. Michael, James, Peter, Daniel each had white pants, white shirts, white ties, white socks (white underwear too). Sarah wore her new white dress, tights, shoes. I made her hair pretty and put in her white bow.
We drove to the Draper Utah Temple arriving at 6pm. My parents took a few pictures outside the Temple. Inside the desk already knew our names, "Rosenvall Family, we have been expecting you." We took the kids to their youth center where they played with toys. We also left all the kids attendants with them (Grandma Tolson, Grandma Hardy, Grandpa Hardy, Grandma Rosenvall, and my sister Becky.) They took Andrew & I to double check paperwork and dates. Ried..... something Sbonjom (sp?) double checked everything. Then they took me to the brides room. The chandeliers in the bride room are silver and look like flower petals falling into place. When I was dressed in my Temple clothing my attendant lead Andrew and I to the Celestial room. Andrew & I were able to sit and ponder with one another.
The sealer retrieved us and brought us to another waiting area so he could ask about name pronunciation. Then he took us to the elevator to wait for the kids. The Temple Matron came over to watch and commented "I'm so excited to see children inside the temple." A group of couples passed us and said, "Congrats on your marriage." we smiled. The kids came up with their attendants. Sarah asked me about my temple clothing. Michael took my right hand and I carried little James on my left arm. Andrew carried Daniel & Peter.
We walked down the hall, Michael was so enthralled by the scene around him he walked into a wall. His head made that coconut sound, but he didn't cry. In fact all of the children were calm and quiet. Family & Friends were already seated in the sealing room. Andrew & I sat down with all our kids where the bride and groom normally sit. The Sealer spoke to us about his sealing power and Eternal Families. And to be honest, I was so overwhelmed with seeing my 5 children all dressed in white in the temple, happy, calm and smiling that I don't recall much else of what he said.
We were invited to the altar. Daniel's biological grandpa Hardy (we have an open adoption with him.) assisted him. I held Danny's hand. Afterwards I lifted up Danny and gave him kisses on his cheek. Our friends and family greeted/hugged us as they left. The sealer had all the kids come and look into the mirrors to see their forever family. I showed Sarah the crocheted covering on the Temple altar. The kids assistants took them back downstairs to the Youth center and Andrew and I changed our of our Temple clothing.
Outside we took more pictures. The kids walked reverently smelling the flowers and exploring the Temple grounds quietly. Said Michael, "This is my forever family."
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