It's been about 10+ years since I've had a day like this planned.
Best Ground Hogs Day EVER!!!
Monday, February 2, 2015
Sunday is always a good day
I'm having this baby in 5 days. I think I'm starting to freak people out with my hugeness. Being a 6'1" lady kinda makes people uneasy but adding this big old belly and double chin is just a lot for people to take in.
But anyway... I felt much much better today after a good nights sleep. My hips are still sore but all in all I'm doing good.
I threw together a last minute Super Bowl party with a few friends. They food was amazing and the game was fun.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Black Cloud
But after the spiritual morning my day quickly escalated toward lameness.
I had only slept 2 hours the night before and planned to sleep after the baptism. I came home and puttered around. I ended up in my bed with the boys. They have been fighting about this and that and Nifae had been grounded for a bad attitude the night before.
I finally got them on track and I drifted off to sleep.
About 20 min later I heard Nifae screaming FIRE FIRE FIRE!!!
I ran to the kitchen and saw a flaming ball of fire in the microwave. And the microwave was still on.
Lills had made instant Mac and cheese but forgot to add water. 
It melted the top of the microwave and filled the house with smoke. Melted plastic smelling smoke. :/
I put it out and got everyone calmed down. Dad and I cleaned it up and aired out the house for a few hours, which isn't awesome in January.
I set out vinegar and lite candles to help with the smell.
I finally crawed back into bed after those hours.
The kids came in every few minutes with fights and grips. Oddly Lilia was basaclally unfazed by the fact that she almost burnt the house down. It's unsettling.
I finally drifted off to sleep when Nifae came busting in and told me there was some inappropriate talk going on outside.
Long story short I got to give the next chapter of the sex talk to the boys. :/ I don't freak out about it but would have loved to do it after I'd slept more than a few minutes.
This particular talk was the worst because I had to explain something that he said but had no idea what he was talking about. He hated hearing about it. I hated talking about it. It was touch and go there for a while.
He got a bloody nose mid talk and got it all over my bed... That's cream color.
I finally went to sleep. Yes in the bloody bed. :(
Dad was cleaning the kitchen and making food. He's the best.
I finally did sleep for a few hours on and off. The kids kept coming in and out. Finally, I woke up because I could hear a million kid voices.
There were 8 kids in the house. Playing in the hall outside my door. I'm tired. Luckily, I got all the kids to clean up before they left.
I had to hit Costco before it closed in an hour.
I got there and it's the night before the Super Bowl. I seriously had to park next to the gas tanks and walk a mile in. I'm due in 6 days.
Owen and Lilia fought and ran around like something I've never seen before. They were not my kids. They were rotten bratty disobedient kids.
By the end of pushing that massive cart around with my massive belly I really thought I might go into labor with in the next few hours.
I still had to hit Harmons because my dad wanted corn beef.
I missed the exit and had to go the long way.
I called to commiserate with Tommy but he just yelled at me for doing all this while so pregnant.
He's not pulling into town until 12 hours before I'm induced. I'm sorry, but somethings need to get done.
I was sad to hear that if I did go into labor he'd still just wait until Thursday to fly in.
I'm not feeling the love. Not at all.
I almost cried when I pulled into Harmons and saw this beautiful thing.
Hallelujah!
It was so packed with everyone buying for Super Bowl. I was in pain. It hurt to walk and lift my legs. I felt broken.
Lilia was sweet and rubbed my back the whole way around the store.
I bought all the fixings for what sounded like the best thing ever:
Speaking of burn, I walked into a house that smelt like a disgusting ashtray and vomit.
No problem, I just have 5 families coming over for super bowl tomorrow. :S
HELP!
I got all the groceries unpacked while dad made dinner.
I fabreezed the house while airing it out with freezing cold air.
I barely made it through dinner.
Pain.
Dad made corn beef and cabbage and rice and of course the kids hated it.
It was really good. I just wanted to get into bed.
Owen and Lilia ( and Inoke) slept with me. Yes, in the bloody bed.
I got up to go to the bathroom and here I am blogging at 5 am.
Blogging while these two snore and I breath in the horrible smell of chared plastic.
I miss Tommy.
The nice one, not the one that yelled at me for not taking care of myself while in "this delecate" state before bed.
I need to pack my hospital bag. But I hate doing that small task for some reason.
I hate post delivery life.
Anyway...
Today is my last Sunday before I have the baby. I want to stay in bed all morning and most of the afternoon watching Dateline and Dr Phil recordings but I know I'd be sad if I missed church. And then I would feel super crapy if I missed church then through a total rager at my house that night for Super Bowl.
I'm plenty lame but that just doesn't sit right with me.
Not sure how to wrap this up other that to say all crappy days must come to an end.
right? RIGHT?
Saturday, January 31, 2015
My first attempt to fire up this old blog again.
I'm one week away from delivering baby 'Iloa #4 so basically I need a place to gush and complain to my hearts desire.
I just scrolled through my old posts. My babies were so little! 💋💋💋💋💋 Some posts made me cringe. I'm embarrassing. I've also blocked out a lot so that was fun to see highlights of my life and enjoy them now even if I couldn't then.
Anyway, I'll just jump right in with some pics because they make me happy.
I just scrolled through my old posts. My babies were so little! 💋💋💋💋💋 Some posts made me cringe. I'm embarrassing. I've also blocked out a lot so that was fun to see highlights of my life and enjoy them now even if I couldn't then.
Anyway, I'll just jump right in with some pics because they make me happy.
Odog and I on Sunday. I'm massive. I didn't gain a pound until 6 months in but I've made quick work of it since.
My kids make me feel so loved and pretty. They hug and kiss my big belly multiple times a day. They've recently found a fun new game where they spot and trace new stretch marks on my tummy. I spend lots of time looking through their eyes because they are much kinder than my own.
My dad is in town helping me through these last few weeks of pregnancy while Tommy is in ND. My dad is heaven sent and helpful in every single way. It's so fun to have someone so loving in the house. I'm so grateful he's here.
This is a pic of grandpa and Nifae making Sunday tacos. Basically, something that makes me crazy happy!! 
Lills cooking stroganoff this week:
Here's a pic of us FaceTiming Tommy in for dinner. I could not have gone 7+ weeks with out FaceTime! We miss our daddy so much but love what he does for us. CAN NOT WAIT to see him, hug him, smell him and all of that in 6 days!!! 6 DAYS
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Tonight Tommy's cousin Tule Iloa shared a challenge from her son, Elder Iloa, who is serving a mission for the church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints. The challenge was to read the the introduction to the Book of Mormon and pray about it to know if it is true.
Tommy is in SLC and Joey is at Young Mens so it was just the 3 kids and I. I read it to them and they all listened in. I had previously highlighted some parts of it but it felt like I was reading it for the first time. I believe what I read to be true.
After we read we talked about what we had just heard. Lilia said she wanted to say the prayer.
She prayed for "the missionaries to be in the mission field and for Joey to go on his mission"....and that he would not get another girlfriend. She prayed for "the President that is winning" (Today is Elections Day). She prayed for our family and then asked to help us know if the scriptures were true.
Nifae could not hold it in. He said, "It IS!" right in the middle of her prayer.
After Lilia said Amen I hugged her and sent her to bed. She ran to my bed. Nifae and Owen were still kneeling. Nifae said he wanted to say his own prayer. Of coarse I let him.
He started off thanking him for the Prophet, our family, school and friends. Then he thanks Heavenly Father for the scripture. He said that we read them tonight and he knows they are what really happened. He prayed that Joey will serve his mission and prayed for others in our extended family He gave a very thoughful prayer and sounded a lot like my mom.
When Nifae finished his prayer he was emotional and quite. Owen said he wanted to say a prayer to.
He prayed that we would know the scripture are true. And prayed for missionaries. he prayed that for Elder 'Iloa and thanks HF for the scriptures and missionaries. He also prayed that Joey can get ready to go on a mission. He said a very long prayer sounding very much like my dad.
After all prayers I hugged my boys and told them how lucky I am to be their mom. I sent them to bed and told them to listen to the Spirit and how they feel and see if HF will answer your prayer. The Spirit was so strong and the answer was there.
They are all quiet in their bed right now thinking about tonight scripture study.
I just want to take this quiet time to bare my testimony that I do believe the Book of Mormon to be another testament of Jesus Christ like the Bible. I believe that the stories were compiled by ancient prophet. I'm thankful for Mormon and his son for completing the writings and for keeping them safe. I believe that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God and translated the the plates not by himself but by the gift and the power of God.
I didn't need the 11 witnesses testimony to tell me this was true. The Spirit of God told me through a burning in my heart and tears in my eyes.
I'm grateful tonight for missionaries and their dedication and hard work. I'm grateful for Elder Iloa and his mom for this challenge today!
Tommy is in SLC and Joey is at Young Mens so it was just the 3 kids and I. I read it to them and they all listened in. I had previously highlighted some parts of it but it felt like I was reading it for the first time. I believe what I read to be true.
After we read we talked about what we had just heard. Lilia said she wanted to say the prayer.
She prayed for "the missionaries to be in the mission field and for Joey to go on his mission"....and that he would not get another girlfriend. She prayed for "the President that is winning" (Today is Elections Day). She prayed for our family and then asked to help us know if the scriptures were true.
Nifae could not hold it in. He said, "It IS!" right in the middle of her prayer.
After Lilia said Amen I hugged her and sent her to bed. She ran to my bed. Nifae and Owen were still kneeling. Nifae said he wanted to say his own prayer. Of coarse I let him.
He started off thanking him for the Prophet, our family, school and friends. Then he thanks Heavenly Father for the scripture. He said that we read them tonight and he knows they are what really happened. He prayed that Joey will serve his mission and prayed for others in our extended family He gave a very thoughful prayer and sounded a lot like my mom.
When Nifae finished his prayer he was emotional and quite. Owen said he wanted to say a prayer to.
He prayed that we would know the scripture are true. And prayed for missionaries. he prayed that for Elder 'Iloa and thanks HF for the scriptures and missionaries. He also prayed that Joey can get ready to go on a mission. He said a very long prayer sounding very much like my dad.
After all prayers I hugged my boys and told them how lucky I am to be their mom. I sent them to bed and told them to listen to the Spirit and how they feel and see if HF will answer your prayer. The Spirit was so strong and the answer was there.
They are all quiet in their bed right now thinking about tonight scripture study.
I just want to take this quiet time to bare my testimony that I do believe the Book of Mormon to be another testament of Jesus Christ like the Bible. I believe that the stories were compiled by ancient prophet. I'm thankful for Mormon and his son for completing the writings and for keeping them safe. I believe that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God and translated the the plates not by himself but by the gift and the power of God.
I didn't need the 11 witnesses testimony to tell me this was true. The Spirit of God told me through a burning in my heart and tears in my eyes.
I'm grateful tonight for missionaries and their dedication and hard work. I'm grateful for Elder Iloa and his mom for this challenge today!
Sunday, September 23, 2012
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