Monday, February 28, 2011

V-day Outfits

These are the outfits I made the girls... that they never got to wear. My mom wanted pictures anyways, so here ya go. :)

Monday, February 21, 2011


Sophie got a snowsuit from her Grandma Tina for Christmas; we put it to use yesterday. Denny went out to shovel the driveway, so I bundled Sophie up and sent her out too. She's pretty pro at helping with her shovel.

At one point her boot fell off, then Denny buried her shovel somewhere. (we have yet to find it)

Being sick (and the only one still sick... harrumph), you'd think I would have stayed inside. NOPE! I had to get some pictures, it was a need.

Once Denny finished the driveway, he came and flopped on the porch. Sophie made herself a snowman. Doesn't she look like a giant pink marshmallow? I LOVE IT!


Friday, February 18, 2011


It would appear that I'm more Mexican than I thought. I realized this last, when Denny admitted that he was probably the one who got us sick. My first thought was, Stab him... stab him now!
  • It makes me giggle when the whites speak Spanish. You all sound ridiculous.
  • I'm not afraid of being stabbed/kidnapped/raped when visiting Mexico. (my husband's list of reasons not to go)
  • I drank water there, nothing happened. You big babies.
  • Fresh lemon makes any food better.
  • I see no problem with stuffing a van full of people.
  • I sometimes speak louder than necessary, especially around my mom. Her family pretty much shouts at one another.
  • Just because I'm home, doesn't mean I don't work. I won't do everything.This isn't the 50's.
  • I get offended when referred to as "white." I may only be half, but I'm Hispanic. Do not call my babies white either, I'll punch you.
  • My kids will always hear Spanish at home, even if it's just a few words. Sophie already has her colors and numbers down.
  • My girls will have Quinceañeras. Sweet Sixteens are for losers.
  • I actually like my family.
  • If I see something awesome on the side of the road, I will stop to get it.
  • I've caught myself saying, "why you crying?"
  • I don't go near water at night, La Llorona will get me.
  • I often wish Denny spoke Spanish, so that I could make fun of people with him.
  • I get cravings for beans and rice.
  • Who needs forks/spoons when you have tortillas? Our first time eating at a Mexican restaurant, Denny just stared at me, as I ate my entire meal with my tortillas.
  • Lotería kicks Bingo's ass.
  • My kids run around in diapers/undies in the summer. They are little kids. Stop being a perv.
  • Denny has informed me that I sometimes speak like my mom. Ch = Sh. Choes, chower, chut up. You get the idea.
  • I have every intention of yelling at kids that make my babies sad.
I'm sure there are lots of other things.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011


Since becoming a mother, my body and I came to an agreement - I do not get sick. It simply isn't an option. I have children to take care of, things to clean, and other housewife whatnot.

My body is a jerk.

I stayed up until about 1 AM on Sunday morning, sewing the girls' Valentine's outfits. A few hours later, Sophie crawled into our bed. Her skin was on fire.

I woke up with a headache. That night I felt like I was going to die. At least with labor you get a break in between contractions, the headache went on for hours.

After going to bed about 9:30 on Sunday, I couldn't sleep with the pain and freezing. I stumbled back downstairs and asked Denny for Tylenol. He says I looked insane, I think he exaggerates. He dragged me into the bathroom and stuck me in a cold shower, cruel no? I suppose I was just that hot, the water felt like ice.

No one slept well that night.

My Valentine's Day was spent on our couch. Denny ordered Olive Garden and we watched movies. Romantical. :) Our date will just have to be rescheduled for a day when I can swallow my own spit without it hurting.

He had flowers delivered to me on Friday. When Sophie stole my chocolates, he went out and got her some flowers too. (pictures to come)

Sophie and I still feel like poop. Hopefully Mya stays healthy.

Friday, February 11, 2011

6 weeks


On the last post, my sister-in-law mentioned how similar the girls looked. So I went searching through old pictures of Sophie.

Both these pictures were taken at 6 weeks.



Just a few shots from this morning. They are generally the happiest then.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Sophie's Milk

I normally sit in our kitchen in the morning, while I wait for the girls to wake up. The window in there lets in lots of warm sunshine. I love it.

Besides being toasty warm, it makes for wonderful pictures.

Here are a few shots of Sophie drinking her milk. That is all she'll take for breakfast the past few days. I ask her what she wants, and she says no to everything but milk. At least it's healthy.

You see that crazy hair? Every morning I have to deal with that tangled mess, all thanks to her father's genes. Some days it will cooperate with me, and then I love the curls. Other days it is impossible to do anything with.


Thursday, February 3, 2011

Night & Day

Now after that angry post, here comes the happy.

We waited as long as we did to have Mya, because I was terrified of having another high needs baby. Sophie was a very demanding infant, and literally took all the energy I had. Luckily, Mya is my blessing for having survived Sophie.

-Sophie woke up 3 to 8 times a night until she was 12 months, then continued to wake up 1 to 3 times until she was 18 months. It literally took hours to comfort her to sleep. She also had colic as a baby, and I remember being up with her crying 6 straight hours.
-Mya sleeps 4-6 hours solid. It blows my freakin mind! We go to bed between 11 and 12, she wakes up once at night to eat and be changed, once in the morning to eat, then sleeps until we get up around 11.

-Sophie had a hard time latching on right, and lost too much weight at first.
-Mya nurses wonderfully, and was already 8.5 lbs at 1 month.

-Sophie would scream bloody murder in the car, until she was moved to a forward facing seat at 1.
-Mya sleeps in the car.

-Sophie would never stay with Denny.
-Mya does just fine, even lets him feed her.

Some of this delight is just the way they are, some is us actually knowing what to do this time around. Either way, I love it.

Feel Like Ranting

It's no secret that I hate Utah. I loath it to my very core, and probably always will.

No matter who you are, your brain ties memories to everything: people, places, smells, items, everything. To me, Utah is associated with a lot of things I dislike.

1- The people here. I love the church... I just love the church outside of this state. Luckily, our new ward seems to be very warm and welcoming. I've still met more than my share of the "I'm super perfect" people, who think they are just amazing. Those people suck.

A lot of people who aren't members, instantly assume you are a loser if you are LDS. If you don't drink/smoke/whatnot then You = Lame and "Mormon". Those people also suck. I've actually had conversations with people like this:
'we should get together one weekend and drink'
'i don't drink'
'oh... you're Mormon aren't you?'
Like my religion makes me mentally handicapped or something, or that I can't simply decide on my own that I don't like drinking. And no, the fact that I'm under 21 doesn't stop anyone from wanting to drink.

What I love even MORE is when people ask my husband out for drinks (being as he's nearly 23) and he says he doesn't drink. Their eyes shoot to me, like the man has no free will. Or if I'm not there they say, "your wife won't let you?" Really?

I've gotten drunk before, so much that I couldn't even tie my shoes. I've smoked, I was rebellious. I don't miss those things one bit. People are stupid and obnoxious when they are drunk, and smoking makes you smell like ass. I have a family, that isn't the kind of example I want them to have.

Conclusion = a lot of people here suck.

2- Living in Utah means I am far away from people I love. Some days it can be physically painful being away from my mom, I need her. She is always just a phone call away, she'll answer any time of night, but it isn't the same. I miss her.

I wish my girls could grow up with their cousins. I'm very happy for my brother and his family, they have had many wonderful opportunities in Texas. I still miss them.

I've only ever had 2 friends that I considered family, both are in Ohio. I grew apart from Sam. The most contact we have is being Facebook friends. I haven't actually talked to her since Sophie was first born. Brittany and I are still close. We are both busy with our families, so we don't get to talk all to often.

3- It's ugly and cold here. Who likes snow anyway?

4- I was hospitalized here. Granted I don't really mind it now, I met some really great people in treatment. At 14 and 15 years old, I wasn't too big a fan of being stuck in a "nut house".

Maybe I'm just in a hateful mood lately. I haven't crafted in weeks... perhaps I'm having withdrawals. :P

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Really People? Really?

I find it ridiculous that I have to tell a bunch of grown ass people to mind their own business...

Mind your own damn business. Christ. I'm trying to me like Jesus here, and you all make it difficult.

If I don't post specific details on this blog, obviously they are person. Unless you are family or a close friend, I really see no reason for you to ask about them.

I'm bipolar, I get seasonal depression, and I'm dealing with postpartum depression - I'm allowed to be a bit sad.

The last post was meant to be a sweet something for my husband. It can't be easy living with someone who cries for no reason, so I like to give him a boost now and again. The last picture in that post was a PostSecret card that he emailed me a year or two back when we were having a hard time. I thought it might make him smile to see it again.

So in short-

Back off.

(totally posted this on my husbands account because I'm too lazy to log out of his and into my own)