Winding Down

School is winding down.  This morning I took the last exam of my nursing school career.  My to-do list for school has one thing on it...write EBP Capstone Part 2.  I'm halfway done with it.  It's not due for another week.  There are only 72 days until graduation.

What am I going to do when I don't have any more schoolwork to do?

I know. I know.  Play with my boys.  Clean my house.  Have a baby.  I'll have plenty to do.  It's just kinda weird that I'm almost done with school.

In the meantime, I'll go wake up this little snoozer so that he'll sleep for me tonight.  I think we ought to walk to the park or something.

P.S. Husband went to work today.  I'm worried for him.  His recovering-from-major-sickness self is going to be worn out...

The Flu Bug

Husband caught the flu bug.  Not just the "I don't feel so good" flu bug, but the "I've missed three days of work and I'm still miserable" flu bug.   It's been no fun.

On Wednesday I was at the hospital and he text me telling me he was sick.  I told him to stay home from work, which he did.  What I didn't know what that Hyrum was being a ball of energy all day, running him ragged.  I could have guessed, I suppose, but I'm not that smart.  He sure was grateful when I got home.

So, Hyrum and I have been the best of buds this weekend.  We've been to the library, the doctor's office, the grocery store.  As much fun as I've been having with Hyrum, though, I am lonely for some adult interaction.  Husband doesn't like to talk much.  And even though Hyrum and I both got our flu shots, we're trying to keep our distance all the same.

Stupid flu bug.  Go away.

Little Boy Love

I got lots of Little Boy love today.  I didn't have any school!  We used a free Redbox code to rent "Frankenweenie" and watched it with Dad before he left for work.  (We don't recommend the movie, especially not on Valentine's Day.)

After Dad left for work, we went for a walk and spent close to two hours at the park.  It was a beautiful day and we stayed as long as Hyrum wanted to.  While at the park there were a couple of other moms there with their kids.  They had a pink tablecloth on the picnic table and lots of snacks.  It made me think that I needed to stop being such a lame Mom.

So we went home and made sugar cookies.  Hyrum helped me cut them out and then frosted a couple of his own.  Don't judge us for not having a heart shaped cookie cutter.  At least we made pink frosting!  Surprisingly, he wasn't such a big fan of eating them.  One little lick of frosting (which he called ice cream) and he was done.

I love my boys.  Here are a few reasons why:

Hyrum:  His giggles.  How much he loves to be outside.  He's a great laundry helper.  He's a smartie.  He still gives me cuddles sometimes.  He loves to read stories.  He keeps me busy.  He has a cute face.  He's well behaved.  He's easy going.  He forgives me when I'm lame.

Husband:  He works hard.  He has aspiring goals.  He's my number one supporter.  He goes grocery shopping with me.  He lets me boss him around.  He is a handsome guy.  He holds the Priesthood worthily.  He strives for success.  He makes my bed because he knows how much I love a made bed.  He takes me on dates, even if it's doing Sudoku races after Hyrum goes to bed.  He shares his Red Cream Soda (that we have to buy in Utah) with me.  He forgives quickly.  He has good looking eye lashes.

I am one lucky Wifey/Momma.

Health According to Walmart

Do you ever stand in line at the checkout and judge the people in front of you?  I still laugh when I think about the woman buying a Jillian Michaels DVD and two gallons of ice cream.  More often than not I assess the amount of junk food and the ratio of fresh produce people are buying.  Sadly, this leads me to look at the kind of people checking out.  I'm never very surprised to see the state of their health.  When they have kids with them it makes me want to cry.  How sad that the poor eating habits of their parents effect them so drastically!

Of course I'd like to think that my junk food to healthy food ratio is quite acceptable.  It may look okay at the checkout, but can I really justify smothering my brown rice, spinach, broccoli, zucchini, and tomatoes in homemade Alfredo sauce?  Oh, but it tastes so good!  And Hyrum ate all of the green veggies!  That's not always true.  And did I mention that it was delicious?

Ice Cream for Dinner and Other Stories.

I've been wanting to blog all week long, but I haven't felt "inspired" about anything in particular.  I feel like we're in that moment in time when things are happening so fast and yet it doesn't seem like much is happening.

With Husband's new schedule, we hardly see each other.  We may say "Hello" at 2am when he gets home on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday nights.  Sometimes we all congregate at Grannie and Pop's house for dinner during the split in his shift, but if that doesn't happen, then "Hello" at 2am just has to do.

Hyrum has us running running running.  He is a busy boy who loves to talk.  He gets lots of one-on-one time with Dad, Grannie, and Mom.  Surprisingly, I've found that our one-on-one time is a happy trade for Dad being gone so much.  Being the only one home with him has forced me to slow down, set school aside, and do things Hyrum enjoys.  Some nights we have ice cream for dinner (aka: green smoothies).  We read stories, do laundry, go for walks, play at the park, run around in the backyard, and have a lot of fun.

Husband and I have started discussing the possibility of buying a house.  Sometimes I have panic attacks about being so grown up and making such a huge decision.  Then Husband tells me I'm too much like Marlin ("How do you know something bad isn't gonna happen?!") and should be more like Dory ("I don't!") from Finding Nemo.  In reality it comes down to the fact that we could easily pay the same amount to rent a two bedroom apartment as we could paying a mortgage payment.  That just seems silly, so now we have to see if  we can scrape together a down payment.

Baby has driven me to my bottle of Tums.  I also can't squeeze between people and bedside tables and patients at the hospital as well as I used to.  Hyrum thinks it's funny to point to his tummy and say "Baby!" because he knows he'll get the "No you don't! There's no baby in your belly!" reaction from Mom every time.

Husband is in the middle of two new temple paintings.  He's an artist.  You can pay him if you'd like. :)

I'm 88 days and 12 hours away from my official graduation.  We're getting there!