"experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted." -randy pausch

Thursday, May 28, 2015

THE burning skin belt.

{almost 37 weeks}
every night i put my icy cold bottle of smart water on what i've lovingly deemed 
"the burning skin belt."
and then i let it sit there for 20 minutes of relief until i feel nothing but cold numb skin.
it's glorious.
sometimes in the middle of the night lately i wake up and have to do it then too.
b/c the skin there is just BURNING SO TIGHT!
like i feel like my skin is going to rip.
but it's numb.
except it hurts.
it hurts so badly it's numb.
do you know?
i've had this with every single one of my babies.
the only other person i've ever heard of having this is my very own mother.
any other burning skin belts out there?
bueller? bueller?
it doesn't even go away after.
numb forever.
but the burning does stop.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

reckoning time {kind of like coffee i guess}

chase is my slowest waker upper.
i've never seen a child love to nap like him either.
if i let him, he would go 3 hours every day.
it is his full time life's hobby i tell you.
this of course is just not conducive to going to bed at any sort of normal time of the night now that he is 3 {even 6 months ago he would nap for 3 hours and then sleep another 12 starting at 8pm at night. it was a good long beautiful ride my friends. BEAUTIFUL beautiful ride.}.
so now every day i put this little baby man down for a nap in the crib he loves {b/c we just haven't had time to get the toddler bed crib put together with all of our flood catastrophes--it IS on the list. the long list. it's just that it's at the bottom of the list b/c it's a non catastrophe issue. you know, if it ain't broke, don't fix it non catastrophe list. that one.} 
so anyway,
every day after about an hour or an hour and a half i go into his little cowboy room,
complete with all of max's hair bows.
i turn off the fan,
open the curtains,
and crack the blinds.
and then for about half an hour he lays awake in his bed,
just slowly waking up,
while i rock in the nursing chair we put together for the littlest gibson who's about to change us all.
sometimes the house is quiet.
sometimes it's loud with neighborhood kids or max and brennan fighting after school.
it's the slowest part of our day right now,
and i treasure it.
the afternoon sun comes in,
or lately, the rain pounds the windows from outside.
sometimes i sing to him, rocking in my chair.
or i ask him which cowboy or horse picture is his favorite--anything to engage his little peepers open.
usually he yells at me to stop,
and to go away b/c he's not done "sweeeeping!!!"
he always switches laying from one side to another at some point.
he will sit up,
then lay back down at least once,
just trying to decide if it's worth it to him to leave the binky behind and get out of his bed for the rest of the night.
finally when he's fully awake he's climbs out of his little crib,
comes over and yells at me to "GET UPPPP!!!!" like i'm the one he's been waiting on the entire time,
and then we go downstairs,
get his sippy full of milk,
and i take on homework, dinner, and the balancing act of neighborhood friends in and out of our door until bath time.
it's the part of my day where i look myself in the eye and say,
you can do it em.
you're in the home stretch!
a daily reckoning of sorts.
some days i need it more than others.
but every day i need it still the same.
if we don't have time for it,
hell hath no furry like a chase that doesn't get to wake up slow.
also,
it messes with my reckoning time,
and that just ain't pretty either.
usually we cope with suckers,
and peanut butter scoops,
and trips to grandma's house and stuff like that on those days.
kind of like coffee.
i guess.
LONG LIVE THE NAP!

like when you realize your kids have started bribing their friends

my bribery methods of parenting have reached EPIC proportions.
there's just no other way to get the small people to move when i need them to move.
and since i can BARELY move, i can't make anyone else move unless they wanna move.
this will probably continue through summer.
as i will hopefully be tethered to a small little animal that requires me to not move,
and makes me unable to make anyone else move unless they wanna move too.
it's the greatest thing on the planet until it's not.
like when you realize your kids have started bribing their friends to get them to do what they want,
and you think,
hmmm, maybe this is a bad habit?
but then you're like,
nah, it DON'T MATTER!
cause ain't nobody got time to coax a toddler into his carseat,
when "i'll give you a bag of popcorn when you get in your carseat!" works so great.
so fast!
so efficient!
such a great little bandaid.
and so much immediate gratification for all involved.
popcorn!
there's nothing that gets kids to move like a bag of popcorn.
totally worth the kernels all over the floor of the car.
bahahahaha.
so we're going with it folks,
b/c my body can barely carry itself around right now,
and the little people know it.
they are in complete control.
and i'm pretty sure they know it.
the tiny army that controls my life that we created.
they run us!
but let's all just pretend to live the illusion that we run them.
mmmK.
i'm still trying to figure out if i'm the smart one,
or it they're the smart ones.
clever little creatures.
good thing i've got two more bags of popcorn.
stay tuned for THAT story later.
it's a real gem, and it involves the splits.
winning:)

Monday, May 25, 2015

rerouted, redug, rehosed

the window well that won't stop flooding.
or the memorial day gift that won't stop giving:)
rerouted,
redug,
rehosed.
max wanted to know why we didn't go to the place with all of the dead people and flags in the grass?
trenches my dear.
trenches.
we think we got it this time guys.
here's to not bucketing water out of the flower beds at 1am in your robe anymore.
my neighbors almost saw me in my underpants.
the towel i wrapped around myself is still laying in the yard.
there's only so many clothes i can have on at this point,
and i'm down to underwear bottoms in the middle of the night.
i seriously considered going out there in them too.
good thing there was a towel handy last night right by the door,
cause who knows what i would have been brought to do otherwise.
THAT could have been embarrassing.
phew.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

IN like FLYNN {the garden of 2015}

sean's cousin tiffany 
{we joke she's MINE b/c i see her more than he does} 
came up last thursday to help my heavy with child self get our garden in the ground.
god bless tiff!
it was sunny and the redheads all needed sunscreen.
she's a redhead.
her little boy is a redhead.
and then there's my redhead.
so with our three of our preschool aged children 
we passed out bowls of seeds 
and told them which holes and little trenches to drop them THEIR seeds into them.
after about twenty minutes of that
tiff and i sent them all off to the tramp and sandbox 
and spent the next half an hour thinning out the corn they planted all in one row, 
to make it become corn of four rows.
all over some good old fashioned girl talk.
{we were having such a ball in fact, that at the end tiff was making pb&j's for the road for my kids while i was SCRAMBLING to get max in hair and makeup for her dance pics in 15 min flat. 
great team effort believe me YOU, and all thanks to tiff we made it. phew.}
tiffany is my go to garden EXPERT, so i love having her around this time of year,
helping me decide where the sun is going to hit the right stuff the best, 
and what parts of the day it's going to do it.
thrilling!
we did edgy things this year like planted pumpkins into the grounds without their little mounds,
and didn't soak our corn seeds the night before.
stuff like that.
just to see if it even really matters.
i'm telling you, we are garden ladies that live on the edge.
the most scandalous thing that happened in my garden this year though 
is the {ehem} kale/broccoli plant.
let me whisper this next part, because apparently,
last summer when i planted the broccoli next to the kale,
they got a little naughty down under the dirt,
without ANY of us knowing,
and have now rebirthed as the kaleBROC,
as i've started to call it.
usually i would have pulled my kale plant out with the rest of the garden in the fall,
but this year was so warm that it just kept producing WELL into december, so i left it there.
then when we had a week of winter after christmas,
and 7 days of a frozen tundra,
it finally turned brown,
and i just never got around to pulling it out.
well, to my surprise, sometime in february, i don't know really,
it started back producing kale again,
and throughout the spring i've watched it become a full blown kale producer!
let me tell you, i was bursting with gardener's pride over this entire thing.
never will i pull a kale plant ever again!
then, with what did my wondering eyes did appear 
over the last month but BROCCOLI sprouting out of its top.
BROCCOLI OUT OF THE TOP OF MY LAST YEAR'S KALE PLANT!
i know, i know,
i can barely believe it myself.
SHOCKING!
and all going on in my very OWN yard without me knowing it.
their roots did the tulsa tickle all secret like under there,
and gave birth to this amazing little red headed green headed illegitimate garden child.
ladies and gentlemen,
i give you...
THE kaleBROC:
kale at the bottom,
broccoli coming out the top.
it's like the mullet of garden produce i say.
{insert angel choir singing here.}
stay tuned this summer for this excitingly new cross pollination 
of the most unexpected of couples!
to be continued...
i'm so ready for juicy ripe tomatoes, towering sunflowers, 
slip and slides and baby pools, and 500 Popsicle sticks all over my grass,
i can almost taste it:)

Friday, May 22, 2015

2 months of walmart supplies so i can make it 10 more days.

pregnancy is temporary,
and for that i'm so very grateful:)
because right now, 
there aren't enough pillows on the planet to help me get any kind of sleep.
...
after dr Nielson checked me today and gave me the good news,
he laughed a little bit when i told him june 13th would really be most convenient,
'cause ya know, my body is on its merry way!
now before we all get too excited,
i'd like to note that i'm usually more in labor than people who are actually in labor for the next 3 weeks, historically speaking that is.
and then i don't go into labor until i'm induced,
and then i'm so progressed when i go in to do that,
that with a little pitocin, epidural, and water breaking,
i've got a baby in my arms in 4 hours or less.
it's awesome.
i love this amazing body of mine.
god bless it.
because if there's one thing to excel at in life,
i've decided child birth tops the charts.
wouldn't it be weird if i actually WENT into labor though???
i sat there today on the clinic table listening to dr Nielson go through the rules of when you should come in, how to tell if you're in labor, blah, blah, blah, blah,
and then it hit me, that i probably wouldn't know what to do if i actually WENT into labor.
and maybe i should listen up for two seconds.
and then i kind of tuned out because i started thinking about how isn't that so weird where i'm having a 4th baby and i don't know what it's like to do such a thing?
and by the time i started listening again he was asking me if i had any other questions,
and i was like nope, let's plan for 7am on june 13th:)
and then on the way home, i decided i was better to be safe than sorry,
and i bought up 2 months worth of deodorant, sunscreen, allergy medicine, 
and johnson and johnson baby supplies at walmart. 
because there's no better method of NOT going into labor than being ready. 
so this weekend i'm gonna be getting ready.
and next weekend i'm gonna be getting ready.
and then once june 1st hits i'll be happy as a clam and all ready,
and by the time i'm having another over 9lb baby on june 13th 
with my normally scheduled 39 week induction, 
i'll probably be cursing my words,
and wishing i would have not gotten ready 
and that he would have come early;)
but until then,
not yet little man,
i need 10 more days.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

send reinforcements {or sonic ice--CLOSET REDO}

there's a blue dog with a binky on the shelf up there.
between the bin of legos and a stack of blankets.
can you see it?
chase was bound and determined to get it.
but I prevailed.
mom-1 point
chase-5 million points
i think we're making progress on this house which has catastrophies around every corner.
brennan's window well tried to flood on us again this week.
which meant sean was at home depot at 9:30pm on monday night after we wrestled all of the alligators into their beds, where he bought a 10 foot black ribbed tube to reroute the downspout off of the house until further notice.
it is currently still laying out across my flower beds and into the grass,
and i fully plan on planting my garden around it.
my children can smell that i can't move right now or enforce anything.
it's rough. REAL rough.
everything i do revolves around a bribe.
it's pretty awesome.
who wants to get in the car for a fruit snack?
want a bag of popcorn?
pick up the toys:)
if you go outside i will give you a popsicle.
it's just what 36 weeks pregnant is all about,
and i have absolutely no shame about it.
i only won this battle of the binky above out of sheer mc hammer can't touch this method.
the illusion of control, that's what we're fostering over here in the gibson home currently,
bahahaha!!!
send reinforcements.
or sonic ice.
i give you...
CLOSET BEFORE 
annnnnnnnd 
drum roll 
please......
CLOSET AFTER:)
would you look at that stuffed animal happiness over there?
also shown: Elsa, the doll that scares me in the night. freaky real. 
especially when you're coming around the corner.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

who knows why, but i love this stupid house. {part 4--the end}

Rigo came and patched up the hole in the basement ceiling,
the base guys came and made the upstairs look pretty again with their trim,
and we did all of the touch up paint on the walls and the ceiling 
that Rigo had to re-drywall and texture after the flood,
brennan slept in his basement room 
for the very first time.
with no shirt.
{every night since then he's requested no shirt. says he doesn't need one anymore. not in the cold dark basement. he literally just buries himself under the covers in crisp cold bliss. he's my hottest blooded baby. always has been. chase is a close second. max on the other hand gets purple lips if the temp drops below 70 and sunny.}
...
so i woke up that saturday morning,
the day after we repainted the ceiling that Rigo had just redrywalled and retextured,
2 weeks after the dishwasher flood, with BIG plans to sit on the bed in the kids' bedroom upstairs. andrea {aka "WILSON" had ripped out the old closest, doors included, and she and sean had spent an entire saturday and a couple of hours on sunday painting the inside of it white.
it took 4 coats. 
sean was going to build a new closet for max in what used to be the boy cowboy room,
but is now fondly referred to as "the frozen room."
it's magical girl bliss, with an Olaf side for chase whenever we decide to let him sleep in there with her.
for now, we've had plenty of changes. we don't need anymore just yet.
so sean was going to install the closet, andrea was going to build the drawers, and i was going to wash the bassinet bedding, newborn clothes,
and other things like that.
it had literally been raining for 5 days straight and i was dreaming of lolly pops and rainy day nesting inside heaven for the entire day.
but when i went down to make brennan's bed, i opened the blinds and saw inches of water in the window well.
3 and 1/2 inches to be exact.
like OH MY WORD, that's going to come in through brennan's window really soon if we don't get that water out of there fast!
this is what i was thinking.
so i punched out the screen on the window,
thanking my LUCKY STARS that i had come down to make his bed,
instead of sending him to do it like i normally do {sometimes being neurotic and wanting a perfectly made bed in a basement pays off folks. yesssssss.},
and then i was thanking my LUCKY STARS AGAIN that i opened the blinds just to see how light the room is on a rainy day down there
JUST
IN THE KNICK OF TIME
to catch what would have been a THIRD FLOOD in two weeks before it happened.
thank HEAVENS we caught this one BEFORE it happened.
so when i stuck my head out into that window well i could see right away that there was a small waterfall streaming down the left side of the window well, filling up what was becoming a small aquarium for snails and spiders with rocks. 
i ran to the other window well of the basement. dry as a bone.
that was a plus.
i ran outside to see where all of the water was coming from and right away i could see it was coming from the gutter that ran underground and away from the house off of the roof.
plugged and clogged.
fully plugged and clogged,
and spilling out, overflowing, like old faithful itself.
i shoved my hand down there to see if i could swish some leaves out of the way.
no luck.
left a message for my father in law about things of this nature,
called sean to see if he was going to be home anytime soon, and did i need to send for reinforcements, because while we didn't have a crisis just yet, one was a'brewin'.
i was so glad contractor dave was still on the job with his shop vac conveniently still in our basement. phew. also his buckets, and the plastic tarp Rigo left behind came in handy great for the second day in a row, as we also used it for painting the night before:) go us.
30 minutes later sean was home, and we were sucking 2 giant shop vacs worth of water out of the window well in brennan's room. who would have known that 3 1/2 inches of water could fill two giant shop vacs worth of water?
my mother in law said she thinks our house is cursed.
and my father in law told us that he thought we were going to have to dig out the drain pipe down a foot into the grass to unplug the clog underground.
sean and i just kept looking at each other as he ran 6 buckets of water up the basement stairs to dump off the side of the house, just saying our prayers of thanks that we found this flood before it ruined our house another time.
water. i never knew it could be so rude.
3 and a half hours later sean had dug out the flower bed and into the grass,
suctioned out mud, and opened up a clogged drain pipe end that had clearly been building up with mud and leaves for who knows how long, 
slowly keeping the drain pipe from being able to bring the water run off from the roof 
away from the house. there it's been all this time,
just waiting to flood our basement window well.
it was pouring rain the entire time.
did i mention that?
it was.
thank you thank you thank you dear lord that we painted the ceiling that Rigo the drywaller patched,
so brennan could sleep in his new room, and most of all, that i wanted to make brennan's bed 
and open the blinds down in that basement that one saturday morning last weekend.
sean gibson is my hero,
and we have officially decided that we are just ready to sell the house and go back to being renters.
that's what we said at the end of all of this which was the last 4 weeks of our life.
i have never seen sean so filthy,
with mud sprayed all over his face,
soaked to the bone,
and dripping in mud literally from head to toe.
HOT i tell you. HOT.
in other news,
THIS JUST IN!
the oven is broken.
it did this a few weeks ago.
wouldn't preheat.
cause it wouldn't turn on.
dave the contractor was here that night when it happened the first time.
he's also an electrician.
he kicked it.
banged it.
shook it.
and it worked again.
so just now,
in a panic of dinner is gonna be REALLY late tonight,
i kicked it,
banged it a few times,
yelled at it.
whined at it,
shook it for good measure,
and do you know what it did?
that precious little oven turned on:)
i sighed a big sigh of relief.
thank you little oven.
thank you.
because see, there's no money left for it to break right now!
so it just can't break right now.
renting is looking really good.
anyone want to buy a cursed house?
{ok really, i'm just kidding. because who knows why, but i love this stupid house.}
{some breathing air would be great for a minute though. just saying.}
{the end}

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

like Pollyanna herself couldn't have been more glad {part 3}

so we cranked the heater in the house up to NINETY.
turned on all of the fans again,
and prayed for a miracle.
i have never been so hot in my entire life.
when the flooring installers showed up i could see in their faces they didn't want to come into my home.
it was stifling hot.
STIFLING!
and not just for a pregnant lady.
so i explained to them that we had a little bit of water drip onto the floor last night and we were just trying to really get things nice and dried out,
and could they just start the flooring at the other end where they entry was?
please please please please pretty pretty please.
this is what i was thinking in my head.
they said ok,
i jumped for joy and did flips inside my head.
outside i stayed totally calm and collected.
i was soooo unbelievable cool about it.
maybe.
so then i held my breath hoping that would give the floor in the kitchen enough time to dry out before jaren came by to see the progress of the installation.
i was feeling like naked eve in the garden of eden guys.
NAKED.
cause i ate the fruit and lied about it.
we turned off the heater so the installers didn't have to die from heat exhaustion,
i shipped my little kids out to a neighbor,
and i spent the morning outside to avoid the sweat box which was my house.
my cousin jaren showed up a couple of hours later,
laughed at how i had hidden the second flood from him,
and told me it wasn't a big deal at all,
and that they could put floors down on the pretty much dried out mdf no problem.
i laughed and confessed all my sins,
and still felt a little bit sheepish.
i was desperate for flooring guys!
and not thinking clearly.
pregnant lady not thinking clearly.
who had been living in 1st world chaos for the last 72 hours.
caused by a sprinkler in a metal box in the middle of my kitchen.
so they finished off the flooring that day,
and we moved our kitchen table and refrigerator back into place,
and i felt like everything was gonna be ok again.
and also,
i was really glad that there wasn't carpet under my kitchen table anymore:)
REALLY
REALLY
REALLY
glad:)
like Pollyanna herself couldn't have been more glad kind of glad about it.
man, i just wish it wouldn't have been after we had paid to finish our entire basement.
cause that hurt a little bit.
and made it not nearly as much fun.

Monday, May 18, 2015

smack yourself in the face stupid {part 2}


to save ourselves $350 sean and his dad decided to rip up the flooring and subflooring after the kids went to bed wednesday night themselves.
who gets brand new flooring three days after a flood you ask?
a gal with family in the flooring business.
who had a cancellation in their schedule at the last minute,
and some pretty sweet flooring to pick from in the warehouse that didn't need to acclimate to a utah climate that's not georgia.
did you know that about wood?
it has to sit in your house before you install it?
because it expands and stuff.
or something.
so we threw all of our major appliances and kitchen table onto the carpet in the big room,
and everything on the floor in the pantry up onto the divider between the kitchen and the big room,
tried to put the kids to bed early,
which BY THE WAY was a total disaster.
of course.
chase wouldn't GO to bed.
might have been that 3 hour nap i let him take earlier that day,
which was such a good idea during,
but such a bad idea at 8:30pm that night.
like he climbed out of his bed about 10 times in the span of 5 minutes,
and after my big old belly couldn't lift him back in
and i didn't have any threats i was actually willing to anti-up and follow through on any more,
i yelled UNCLE!,
waved the white flag,
and brought him to the top of the stairs with me to watch the show.
then i gave him benedryl and waited for it to kick in.
sometime around 10:30pm he finally conked out.
during that time,
brennan licked max in her bed so she couldn't go to sleep,
max hit brennan because he licked her so HE couldn't go to sleep,
and so basically no one went to sleep that wednesday night,
and i was just really grateful the 4th gibson was quietly restrained inside of my belly
because lord knows i didn't handle myself very well in any shape or form.
not my finest mothering hour.
it wasn't pretty.


{would you check out that sweet vinyl the previous owners laid laminate RIGHT on top of? good riddance. never have i ever felt so happy to say goodbye to something in this house.}
{check out all of the lovely black mold that had been growing between the laminate and the vinyl for what appears to be a VERY long time. like WAY longer than before the flood.}
 {REMEMBER THIS PICTURE ABOVE. it will live in flood stupidy infamy.
particularly i want you to notice the water alarm. sitting on the counter:). the little white square box.
with the red dot on top. yeah that one. ON TOP of the counter. 
yep. cause we are JUST that smart folks.}
{sometime after midnight my father in law and i took an oreo break and he told me how these are the times in life that we will look back on and remember with fondness. we cheered to that.}
at 2am the last nail was pulled,
and all of the old laminate, vinyl, and subfloor had been hauled out to the side of the house.
we all staggered off to bed feeling so accomplished from a job well done,
and then we woke up 
the next morning to THIS:
.
.
.
.
.
what are you looking at you ask?
the intake water hose that had un-duck taped itself from the sink AND REFLOODED THE KITCHEN AND BASEMENT CEILING while we all peacefully slept.
sometime between 2am when we went to sleep and 7:30am when we woke back up.
that's when the tape unstuck.
because when we uninstalled the dishwasher we found that the original flood may in fact have just been caused a leaky hose,
that dripped even when the water valve was turned off.
imagine the damage it could have caused when it was on full blast running a dishwasher.
wait...
like maybe it could have flooded an kitchen and a brand new basement ceiling?
just a theory...
especially since the second flood showed it's pretty little face in the EXACT same place as the first flood.
well the drip drip drip did plenty the second time it flooded as well.
because when it came untaped, 
it reflooded the whole D**N floor and the basement ceiling again too.
and i just felt STUPID.
i yelled for sean who was still asleep in bed,
to GET DOWN HERE!!!!
and i'm pretty sure i swore a lot,
mostly because i kept asking myself
why didn't we put something on that hose to hold it in place if the duct tape untaped?!
i remember thinking about it the night before for about 2.5 seconds, but being too tired to really be all that worried about it.
but mostly i just felt stupid that the water alarm was none other than
ON
THE
KITCHEN
COUNTER:)
yep, mmmhmmm.
stupid.
smack yourself in the face stupid.
because that little drip drip drip did so much that all of the drying out we did to avoid cutting into the basement ceiling was basically worthless.
when my contractor dave and frank the water restoration guy cut a hole in the basement ceiling that thursday morning i cried.
and then i started having an anxiety attack about how we had flooring that was supposed to be going in two hours from now, 
you know, on top of the SUPPOSED TO BE DRIED OUT wood floor 
that was now WET AND FLOODED AGAIN,
and how my cousins said they were booked three weeks out,
and was this going to mean we were going to have to live like this with all of our major appliances in the big room, everything from the pantry on top of the go between,
and mdf WOOD floor {not the kind i had in mind} everywhere for the next 3 weeks until they had another opening???
like was i going to go into labor and still be living like this?
this is what i was thinking that morning the dishwasher hose flooded the kitchen and the basement ceiling for a second time.
yep.
that's what she said.