There is something reassuring about standing for something, and knowing what we stand for.
For men and women who are true to themselves and to the virtues and standards they have
personally adopted, it is not difficult to be true to others.
{ Gordon B. Hinckley, standing for something }



Zachary's Photo Book

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I Am Looking Forward to ...

... Conference weekend. My heart, soul, and mind need to be filled with more uplifting things like this:
So here's to eating cinnamon rolls and drinking chocolate milk, driving the Alpine Loop, playing Conference Bingo with candy corns, and feeling the lift my spirit has been longing for. Have a wonderful weekend.

First Bath

My mom has the very sweet tradition of giving all of her grandbabies their first bath at home. So the day Zachary came home, my mom came and gave him his first little sponge bath. It's always a learning process for me -- to be reminded how to handle those little ones all over again, and to stand in awe of my mother's amazing gift with children. I think I learned to love and reverence infants from her.

Getting everything ready while Mr. Z howls in the background.

The first wipes are always a little shocking!

A big yawn -- he almost looks relaxed!

Once the hair got wet, it was all over! Such a sad face!

I Can't Believe ...

It has been three months since Zach was born. Finding these pictures on Grant's phone the other day made it feel even more surreal. It has been a whirlwind three months -- almost unfair how newborns grow so fast while their mommies are so sleep deprived. I have felt like I've been living in such a blur, and all the sudden I don't have a tiny, sleepy newborn anymore. Don't get me wrong -- we are sure loving our chubby, giggly 3-month-old, but that heavenly, cuddly newborn phase just goes way too fast.

Meeting Mama.

My first thoughts of Zach -- how much he looks like a Dickinson and yet so much like his brother at the same time. He seemed so teeny tiny -- funny how you forget how small they are!

Not long after Zach's (quick!) arrival.

Mom, Dad, and Baby.

"Ampy" McEuen (my dad) came bright and early -- like 6:00 a.m.! -- so he could meet his namesake (Zach's middle name is "Bryce," after my dad) before heading to work.

First bath. "Get me outta here!!"

Thanks, Dr. Young! I don't love this picture of me -- I think I look gross -- but it makes me happy because my doctor was SO excited to hold Zach. Glad to know he loves babies!

Eliot meeting his little bro for the first time. A very tender moment. The snuggle puppy was Eliot's gift to his brother.

Helping Mommy count fingers and toes.

I'm THAT mom ...

Recently, I've come to the horrifying realization that I have become ... THAT mom. Uh huh, you know the one. The one who takes what seems like a half an hour to load her kids in or out of her car while people are waiting to get in or out of their car and/or parking spot. The one whose baby starts screaming (and I mean SCREAMING) while waiting in one of the several ridiculously long lines at Costco, only to realize that the life-saving binkie has been left in the car or (worse!) at home, so she has to rescue the screaming child from his car seat, and somehow figure out how to maneuver her giant cart one-handed, all while trying to occupy the impatient preschooler riding up front, then (not done yet!) unload her equally giant Costco-size groceries (yes, still one-handed) without nudging the babe from the only single position that seems to comfort him at the moment. I'm the one whose 4-year-old humiliates her in the store (could be Costco, Winco, Target ... take your pick), accusing her of eating up all the Fruit Loops in his loudest possible voice and demanding she buy another box, after which I try to explain that no, we're not buying another box of Fruit Loops because they're junk, even though he and I know perfectly well that I did in fact eat up the entire box. I'm the mom who's grateful her child is a preschooler and not a teenager, because otherwise he'd be humiliated by my just-rolled-out-of-bed appearance when I drop him off -- no makeup, frizzy pony, workout pants that I've had to stuff my postpartum self into ... all things I swore in a former life (read "all-knowing" young single adult) I would NEVER do. I'm the one chasing my child around the library, with a baby strapped to my chest, "whispering" threats to get off the computer, to please STOP taking books off the shelf and shoving them back wherever he chooses, and PLEASE, for heaven's sake, stop climbing on the Harry Potter castle! I beg my child to be quiet at the pharmacy, to please, for once in his life be reverent in Sacrament meeting, plead with him to not say the bad words he learned from me at preschool, and worry myself sick that he's still soaking his nighttime Pull-ups at well over 4 years old. I bribe with dessert, candy, die cast cars, whatever it takes ... again, all the things I added at one point to my "I will never... /My child will never ..." lists.

Yes (SIGH), I am that mom. But, gratefully, I'm not alone. My sister just e-mailed me the following post from a friend of hers, and I was very, VERY comforted to find that there are lots of other mommies out there who find themselves being "THAT" mom. Maybe being "that" mom means we're just real moms, doing, as she says below, "doing the gosh darn best that [we] can."

P.S. I will NEVER add another item to my "I will never .../My child will never ..." lists again!

From another "that" mom:

I never thought I would be

...that crazy mom who runs around town in work out clothes.
or the mom who sends her kids to school with sticky-up hair.
or the mom who holds up check-out lines in wal-mart all for the sake of one measly coupon.
or the mom who lets her kids sleep in her bedroom. every.single.night.
or the mom who snaps at her kids in the store.
or the mom who puts her kid in joyschool.
or the mom who leaves her baby in the car....and just happens to be parked in the spot farthest away from the door....and doesn't even realize she doesn't have her baby until her hubby {inside the movie theater} mouths the words: "where's sam?"
or the mom who {maybe} says swear words.
or the mom who makes cereal for dinner.

no, i never thought i would be that mom.

but i am.
and it feels so good.

i'm not perfect.
i don't accomplish big projects on a daily basis.
or a weekly basis for that matter.
but i'm doing the gosh darn best that i can.

my kids wear hand-me-downs.
they pick their noses
bite their nails
wipe their face on their shirts
and say potty words.
{and it's so funny when they do}
they probably watch too much tv
play too many video games
and get away with more than i ever did

but that is how we do things
every.day.
and it feels so good.

we play.
we laugh.
we tease.
we "get fwustwated"
we tickle.
we giggle.
we throw.
we catch.
we jump.
we run.

I never thought life could be so good.
right now. today.
it feels so good.

It's That Time Again ...

Time to rev up the workout mix. PLEASE send me your suggestions for songs that get you moving! And yes, this is seriously the iPod I still use ... hoping for an upgrade one of these days, but glad this one's still hangin' in there in the meantime. And it doubles as strength training when it's strapped to my arm. :)

And yes, I KNOW I need to post pics of the babe ... SOON!