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The goals I made this year were more of a to-do list format than I’ve done in past years.  I’ve made a dry-erase chart with a list of things to to daily, to do weekly, and to do monthly.

Last’s years list was kind of a flop, since many of my things were related to movement and I ended up with a hernia on January 2nd.  I’m hoping to lighten the load this year.

Nevertheless, I’m behind again already.  I’ve yet to check off the “Write a Blog Post” on my weekly column yet this year, although I plan on doing so tonight.  Part of that might be related to the fact that our camera quit working a few days before Christmas, so we only have our phones right now.

Because I’m in a sharing mood, here are my goals:

Daily:

  • Beds made
  • Family scripture study
  • Exercise
  • Take fiber
  • Read to the kids
  • Dishes away
  • Wipe counters
  • Wipe table
  • Sweep
  • Personal scripture study
  • I should have added “Laundry away.” That might be included in an update.

Weekly:

  • Family Home Evening

Musical number

  • Journal
  • Read the Relief Society lesson
  • Vacuum the living room
  • Vacuum the bedrooms
  • Mop
  • Clean the toilet
  • Dust
  • Empty all the garbages
  • Clean the microwave (this could have been a monthly, I think)
  • Finish a sewing project (this is turning into a daily lately)
  • Library or park
  • Blog post

Monthly:

  • Date with Steve
  • Temple trip
  • Visiting teaching
  • Read a novel
  • Pick out pictures for annual photo album (more likely to accomplish if I do a month at a time)
  • Wash the sheets
  • Scrub the shower
  • Clean out the fridge
  • Wash the mirrors
  • Dust the ceiling fans

There you go.  It is interesting, I’m finding that the things I am most likely to check off each day are not the ones I would have guessed.  I’m finding I’m much more likely to do the cleaning than most of the other tasks (well, except sewing).  I certainly don’t see that as my strong suit, but it looks like my good, better, best priorities might need some straightening out.

I’m hoping that, because I like to share my craftiness on this blog, I’ll be more inclined to write as I share my weekly sewing project accomplishments.  Already this year I’ve reupholstered our dining room chairs (yeah, microfiber wasn’t nearly as kid-friendly as I may have led you to believe), made a teething guard on Mikey’s crib (he is a gnawer!), half-fixed Evelyn’s bed skirt (it could use a trim),

Evelyn's bed

mended a handful of items, made Mikey some new church pants, embroidered a stack of things I had been saving since my machine quit working last summer, and a few other little things.  I love having my machines in working order again.

And there you have it, my 2013 goals/resolutions/what have you.

I’ll do my good better best to keep you more updated this year!

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2 Handy Tips

There is a lot of messiness involved with feeding a toddler.

Evelyn loves yogurt, and she also loves to feed herself.  This means I frequently have a yogurt-covered Evelyn.  Hair, clothes, arms, legs, even the floor and sometimes the walls.  Not fun.

And speaking of yogurt, I was fairly upset when they switched from putting lids on the containers to the foil non-replaceable tops.  Not cool yogurt companies, some of us like to use less than one cup at a time or to reuse our containers.

Except, then Steve came up with this novel idea:

It works GREAT.  I just punched a little hole in the foil, cut a bendy straw and popped it through.

Evelyn still pulls the straw out and so there is a little mess, but it is much more contained. I love it.

Not to be outdone, I decided I was going to have my own awesome idea:

I used one of Evelyn’s stretchy headbands to hold Mikey’s pacifier in his mouth since he has so much trouble keeping it in.

How to keep a pacifier in a baby's mouth

Okay, so Steve’s idea was better, and this probably isn’t the greatest idea, but it did work for about 2 minutes, which was 2 more hand-free minutes that I wouldn’t have had before.

And every hand-free minute counts, let me tell you.  This guy loves to nurse.

Sigh.

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Mikey’s Birth

I’ve waited too long to try and right this down.  Life is sure more hectic with two babies than it was with one.  I’ll do my best to remember everything.  If you are interested in a refresher on Evelyn’s birth story, since I’ll probably be making lots of comparisons, you can find the beginning here.

First of all, the difference between my 2 pregnancies and deliveries was like night and day.  And I’m not just referring to the fact that one was born in a dark, dark room, and the other with the sun shining and the lights on.

Pregnancy: With Evelyn I was sick, I had carpal tunnel that made my hand feel like it was on fire for 6 months, I had gestational diabetes, and I swelled up like a sponge in a bathtub.  With Mikey I had no complaints, until I was blind-sighted by an inguinal hernia at the beginning of my 3rd trimester. With Evelyn I read books, took classes, sang to her, sewed for her, made up a nursery, painted furniture, and called her by name for months.  With Mikey I did none of that until I started sewing some things about a month before he was born.

And then we come to Mikey’s birth.  I’ll just tell his story now, and perhaps throw in a few comparisons, but mostly leave that up to you if you want to compare with Evelyn’s on your own.

My number one goal with this delivery (you know, besides safety and all) was to not be induced.  The Pitocin and I didn’t care for each other, and I was perfectly happy to go a week overdue if I needed to.  Pain relief wasn’t something I thought much about.  I had to have an epidural with Evelyn, because she wouldn’t come without it and I nearly had a cesarean.  I figured I would just wait and see this time.

Because of my goal to not be induced, I wasn’t focusing much on my due date.  I just figured he would be late, and that he would come when he was ready.  I was hoping for an Easter baby, just because I thought that would be fun.  I scheduled an appointment for a consultation with a surgeon in Seattle about my hernia for March 30th.  That made my doctor a little upset- he told me he didn’t want me travelling that close to my due date.  I thought he was just sore about my decision to see a surgeon in Seattle rather than a local one.  We disagreed on several things relating to my hernia, but that isn’t really important.

On Monday, March 26th, at my OB check, he told me that I was starting to dilate (2 cm) and that the baby was beginning to descend.  He said that he thought he would be seeing me again in the next 48 hours.  I probably rolled my eyes, and I didn’t take him very seriously, but I did decide to postpone my consultation.  He asked me to come back on Friday (the 30th) so he could check me again, if he didn’t see me sooner.  He said similar things when I was pregnant with Evelyn, so I basically ignored him because of my decision to avoid being induced.

On Friday he told me I was 3.5-4 cm dilated and asked if I wanted him to strip my membranes.  Because that only works if the baby and I are ready, I decided I was fine with that.  He did it 2 or 3 times with Evelyn and nothing ever happened.  I planned on seeing him back for my OB check the following Monday.  Immediately I started having the lovely pinkish discharge.  I had some cramping, but it was minimal- like early menstrual cramps.  Saturday morning, I started to realize that my minimal cramping was coming at regular intervals.  I never had any contractions with Evelyn until after the Pitocin, so I didn’t know what I was supposed to be expecting.  Steve and I both remembered that I was told with Evelyn that contractions make your stomach hard- like your forehead.  But these were just felt down low, below my big belly, and in my back, like a minor backache. No hard belly-tightening.

Because she was far away, I decided to warn my sister-in-law, Angie, the doula extraordinaire, that I may or may not be having contractions.  She was farther away than usual, visiting her parents in Sequim for General Conference.  Through our text conversation that morning she decided I was in labor, but I still had my doubts.  When she asked if she should come before it got dark I told her no.  I really wasn’t in much pain at all and didn’t think this could be the real thing.  My visiting teacher stopped by with love and a loaf of bread at 12:45 and we both laughed at the thought that I would be having the baby anytime soon, this was nothing.  By 1:00, I was convinced that I was right.  My little cramps that had been coming every half hour slowed to a stop.  My mom and sister decided to come visit that evening and have dinner with us because we hadn’t seen them in awhile and my mom was missing Evelyn.

Steve left for the Priesthood session of conference at 5:00.   I decided that I would attempt to pump because it seemed I was already producing milk and I figured I might as well start building up a stash for when I have my surgery.  The pumping didn’t go so well- Evelyn was a little too interested in what I was doing, even when I turned on Pocoyo, and so I gave up after about 10 minutes.  My mom and sister showed up at about 6:15, and as they arrived I had another “maybe contraction.”  By this time I had decided that yes, they were contractions, but no, they weren’t anything to worry about.

Except 15 minutes later I had another one.  And 15 minutes after that, another.  By the time Steve got home at 7:30, they were coming every 10 minutes but I was still in denial.  But by 8:15 they were coming every 7 minutes.  My doctor had told me he wanted me to come in when they had been coming every 7 minutes for an hour, but the time between was dropping rapidly and my family wanted me to go.  I decided to take a shower and finish packing, and then it was 5 minutes between and I decided that the shower was probably a bad idea and we should just go.  Steve let his family know and they left Sequim on what should have been a 4 hour drive to Ellensburg.

So, at 8:57 pm Steve, Liz, and I headed to the hospital, leaving Mom to watch Evelyn.  The nurse checked me, said I was only at a 3 (what! I was at a 4 yesterday!), and that she would monitor me for awhile and let the doctor know.  I really didn’t want to start labor right then.  I was convinced that because my pain was so minimal that they were going to do something to make the contractions stronger and I was afraid it would be Pitocin.  Also, I wanted a nap first, I wanted to be rested because I knew how hard it was to push for 4 hours!  Luckily (in my mind), my contractions slowed down a lot when I got to the hospital, and even though I continued to dilate, I was able to manage the pain enough that when they asked if I wanted to rest I felt like I could without medication.

Insert:  At some point, Steve, Liz, and I walked the halls of the hospital for awhile and I started getting really frustrated with Steve for no reason at all.  That was when I decided to take a nap.  I can’t remember the timing on this, except that it was before his family arrived.

Although the contractions had slowed down, they did get stronger.  Strong enough that at 2:18 am I’d forgotten that getting rest had been my idea and couldn’t figure out how anyone was expecting me to sleep.  The Flynn side of the family arrived after a painfully slow drive through a snowy mountain pass, and everyone fell asleep.  At 5:00 am I was awake and ready to get going, but I figured I had several hours ahead of me and didn’t feel the need to wake anyone.  I walked the halls for about an hour by myself, pausing to lean on the walls when I had contractions.  Then I decided I might as well take the shower I’d wanted before I left home.  Again, I didn’t wake anyone.  I kinda figured the shower would do that, but they were all tired and slept through it.  But then I was standing there naked in the bathroom and realized I didn’t know where my clothes were, so I yelled out the door for Steve to get up.  He didn’t hear me, but Angie did, and she woke him up enough for him to find my clothes.  They were all rather surprised to hear that I’d been up and about for awhile.

Almost immediately after that the doctor came to check again and the contractions got stronger.  I called my Mom around 7:00, and she sent Liz back to the hospital.  I’d convinced her to go back to my house to sleep since we had a lot of people who needed some rest and not a lot of places.

I certainly remember the pre-pushing part of labor better this time around.  I was very uncomfortable, and did a fair share of vomiting and getting too hot and needing water.  I changed my position a lot, and I was really confused because the doctor had said to let him know if I felt the urge to push and I was feeling the urge to push, but I didn’t feel like anyone cared.  I felt like I’d had a lot of instruction on what to do and how to do it when I was in labor with Evelyn and this time everyone seemed to be waiting on me to make the decisions and I didn’t want to and I didn’t know what to do!

I remember feeling really grateful that Steve was there to push on my back, but irritated when it didn’t work.  I felt really grateful when Angie held my puke bag, but irritated when it was too close to my nose and  I could smell my puke.  Grateful to Mom Flynn and Liz for the water and cold rags, but irritated that I had to tell them when I wanted them.  I just wanted everyone to instinctively know what I needed- because I sure didn’t!  I don’t remember feeling frustrated about any of the hand holding or foot rubs, though.  Around this time my sister in law, Becky, went to my house to watch Evelyn so my Mom could be at the hospital.

I think my mom got there around 9:00, just as I was telling them that I couldn’t not push.  It felt like forever waiting for them to take apart the bed and get the stirrups out and all, but it couldn’t have taken long.  I was grateful but exhausted when it was time to start pushing, and I had that same feeling like they were all supposed to tell me what exactly to do and no one was telling me.  I pushed and focused on not tensing up my face, but my legs were so weak all I could think was that there was no way I could do this.  I knew I had hours ahead of me and I had only pushed a couple times and I was totally drained.  But then they told me he was coming.  I didn’t believe them.  I guess that was the running theme for my labor experience.  Even though I wanted so desperately to have a different birth experience than I’d had before, I didn’t really believe that I would.  So when they told me he was coming, instead of thinking “Okay, I can do this” I was thinking  “Stop lying to me, I know I have to do this 100 more times and I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

And then, he was there.  Sure, I had to bare down and grit my teeth, and I still ended up popping half the blood vessels in my face and every single one in my arms and shoulders, but I only had to do it about 4 times!  Let me tell you, there is a huge difference between pushing 4 times and pushing for 4 hours.

At 9:17 am, the doctor cleared little Mikey’s throat and put my beautiful new son on my chest.  I’d never even changed into a gown and had to frantically pull my t-shirt and bra off to avoid the blood, and there he was!  When Evelyn was born she didn’t breathe right away and they took her across the room and Steve left to be with her and I had to get rid of the placenta and wait for the doctor to stitch up my episiotomy and everything before they brought her to me.  I remember feeling guilty that my strongest feelings were of relief that I was done rather than the excitement of her arrival (of course I was SUPER excited, just incredibly exhausted).

This time I felt like I was able to more fully experience the miracle of childbirth, to be a part of something that felt natural and beautiful and incredibly raw.  He was here!  It was a beautiful Sunday morning, the sun was streaming through my window, and my little boy had come, healthy and beautiful!  I was miserable once they took him to get cleaned and weighed and all that, and the doctor had to stitch my tear and all, but this time I could keep my eyes open (although I couldn’t hold my legs up by myself.  Thank you so much, Mom, for staying with me and holding my legs.  I needed you and I’m so glad you were there.).

So there you have it.  In only one post, the story of Mikey’s birth.  Au natural, a totally different story for the birth of a totally different human being.  We’re so grateful to have Mikey join our family, and look forward to meeting the rest of our children and telling you all about it.

P.S.  My hernia never even came up as an issue at all during the delivery.  I had been told it shouldn’t be a problem, but I had doubted that, too.  I’m grateful now to be lifting not only one baby, but two, and for the pain relief that came with Mikey’s birth.  My hernia repair surgery is scheduled for May 8, 2012.

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Power of a Prayer

Wednesday morning I started having sharp pains in my abdomen, about 3 inches above my hernia.  They were infrequent, but bothered me throughout the day.  I worried a little that they might be contractions, but my stomach didn’t get tight, so I didn’t worry a lot.  I mostly just felt sad.

During the night they got worse.  A lot worse.  I felt like I was going to vomit with each one, I couldn’t move, and they were happening every couple of minutes.  I woke up Steve, he said a prayer with me, I decided they were the world’s most horrible gas pains, and I did my best not to move the rest of the night.  It was the first time I’ve ever thought to myself “If someone asks me where I am on the 1-10 pain scale, this is definitely a 9.”  They got better, I got a few minutes sleep, and as the day progressed I started to feel a little better.

I had an OB appointment Thursday morning, so I talked to my doctor about it and he examined me.  It seems likely now that I was experiencing a strangulated, or incarcerated hernia that somehow managed to relieve itself.  The part about it “relieving itself” is fairly unlikely, however, in the course of history.  That doesn’t happen.  A strangulated hernia requires emergency life-saving surgery, which would have been even scarier since I’m 28 weeks pregnant.  But I’m okay, and my baby is okay, and I know that it was through the power of prayer.

I have a strong testimony of prayer.  I know that my Heavenly Father loves me, that I am one of His daughters, and that he is aware of my needs.  I know that He loves to answer sincere prayers, and that His blessings are available to everyone.  I also recognize that the answers don’t always come the way we expect or want them to, and that sometimes He has to answer with a “no.”  But my perspective is so tiny, and His covers each person and all time.

So now my weight limit has changed from “no lifting anything 20 lbs or more” to “no lifting” and I’m told to spend as much time as possible laying down.  Poor Evelyn is so unhappy with me.  Bed rest may be likely in my future.  For now, however, I’m counting my blessings and I’m so grateful for what I have been given.

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Happy New Year 2012

We’re so happy to be together for 2012!!

Steve made it safely home from Russia on the 18th and we had a lovely Christmas together.  I’ve never been more grateful for anything in my life than I am that he is here with me.

Speaking of gratitude, along with our New Year’s Goals this year, Steve and I decided to take the Gratitude Challenge issued in the December 2010 Ensign.  In the days leading up to the New Year, we wrote down 10 things in 10 categories to help us “Count our Blessings.” I thought I’d share mine with you.

10 Physical Abilities I’m Grateful For:

  1. Pregnancy
  2. Sight
  3. Temperature Regulation
  4. Walking without pain
  5. I can breathe on my own
  6. Listening to music
  7. Touch, especially the ability to feel another person
  8. Taste
  9. Distinguishing sounds/voices
  10. Rational thought

10 Material Possession I’m Grateful For:

  1. My smart phone
  2. My KitchenAid mixer
  3. My embroidery machine
  4. My car
  5. My computer
  6. My wedding ring
  7. My Christmas ornaments
  8. My clothes
  9. My mattress topper
  10. My fabric

10 Living People I’m Grateful For:

  1. Steve
  2. My children
  3. My parents
  4. Steve’s parents
  5. My siblings
  6. Leslie
  7. President Thomas S. Monson
  8. My Activity Days girls
  9. My aunt Alice
  10. Mandi Garrett

10 Deceased People I’m Grateful For:

  1. Jesus Christ (in this category rather than the other because He died, although I know He lives again)
  2. Joseph Smith
  3. Grandpa Tolson
  4. Gordon B. Hinckley
  5. Thomas Edison
  6. The founding fathers
  7. William Tyndale & Martin Luther (I feel like including them in the same category because it makes sense in my head)
  8. Mormon
  9. Lehi
  10. Granny Han

10 Things About Nature that I am Grateful For:

  1. The sound of a river
  2. Tranquility of the mountains
  3. Stars on a clear night
  4. Wildflowers
  5. Camping
  6. Beauty of snow-capped mountains
  7. The beach
  8. Thunderstorms, from a safe distance
  9. The sound and smell of rain
  10. Summer fruit-picking

10 Things About Today (12/30/11) that I am Grateful For:

  1. Cuddling with Evelyn in the morning
  2. Tetris on my phone
  3. The curl in Evelyn’s hair
  4. Steve’s eagerness to help me with everything
  5. Cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents to help me keep Evelyn safe
  6. Comfy pajamas
  7. The opportunity to visit with family we don’t see often
  8. Cold cereal
  9. The feel of the baby moving in my belly
  10. The cute things that Henry says

10 Places on Earth that I’m Grateful For:

  1. Temples
  2. Ellensburg
  3. Rock Canyon in Provo, UT
  4. Mom’s house
  5. Sedro-Woolley, WA
  6. The mountains
  7. The beach
  8. Orem, UT
  9. Parks
  10. Waterfalls

10 Modern Inventions I’m Grateful For:

  1. Vaccines
  2. Plumbing
  3. Internet
  4. Skype
  5. Automobiles
  6. Flight
  7. Print
  8. Phones
  9. Medicine
  10. Electricity

10 Foods I’m Grateful For:

  1. Cheese
  2. Cereal
  3. Tomatoes
  4. Cookies
  5. Potatoes
  6. Bread
  7. Eggnog
  8. Sugar
  9. Eggs
  10. Meat

10 Things About the Gospel I’m Grateful For:

  1. The Atonement
  2. The Restoration
  3. Hope
  4. Peace
  5. Eternal Families
  6. Guidance
  7. Service opportunities
  8. Knowledge
  9. The Holy Ghost
  10. Joy

There are so many other things I’m grateful for, but it was fun to make a list this way and to think about things categorically.  I hope you can also start this new year with gratitude in your heart.

 

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Before I was a Mom

…I never used to get the alphabet song stuck in my head.

…My sewing projects used a lot more fabric and a lot less ruffles.

…I thought the difference between a good stroller and a bad one was solely based on appearance.

…I never used to say things like “Did you get all your poops out?”

…I updated my blog more than once per month.

…I never bought whole milk.

…Snaps were not a huge part of my daily routine.

…I took for granted the simple joy of being alone on the toilet.

…I used my vacuum much less frequently.

…Fingernail clipping was not my least favorite chore.

…I ate my own food and not someone else’s leftovers.

…I typed with 2 hands.

…I never had an open-mouthed kiss with a female.

…My stomach didn’t have zebra stripes.

…I never missed activities because 7:00 p.m. was too late.

…I never knew all I was missing.

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Today I’m celebrating my 27th birthday, and to do so I’ve decided to share 27 thoughts with you.

1.  I really don’t like bell peppers, even though I’ve tried really hard to like them.  I just can’t do it.  I don’t, however, mind them minced and cooked into things.  Also, canned vegetables (except tomatoes) make me gag.

2. When I was a junior/senior in high school, I decided I was going to celebrate graduating from high school with a road trip.  Not just any road trip, however.  I was going to drive to every LDS temple in the United States, except Hawaii.  I’m thinking I also decided against Alaska.  Epic road trip, going through every state in the United States, except the 2 I just mentioned.  There were about 45 temples to visit, at that time.  I called every state’s travel department and they all sent me free maps and travel brochures.  I hung them all up on my bedroom walls, attempting to recreate a giant map of the United States (difficult to do, since the maps were all in different scales).  I had all of my routes planned, had even decided what I was going to pack and whom I was taking with me.

My sweet Grandmother knew about my plans (through my Mom) and decided to take me on a much more realistic, but still epic, road trip, instead.  We loaded ourselves into her RV, along with my best friend Leslie, and my Uncle Dave (who has Down’s Syndrome and lives with my Grandma) and we drove from Anaheim, California to Palmyra, New York.  We had many adventures, including performing proxy baptisms in the newly dedicated Nauvoo, Illinois temple, watching the Hill Cumorah Pageant, seeing Niagra Falls, witnessing the world’s creepiest organ recital in Chicago, and running over a newborn kitten in Indiana.

3.  Last month when Evelyn wasn’t sleeping very well I decided that I was going to start eating dairy again.  I’ve pretty much stopped all my diet restrictions, although I still use rice milk instead of dairy on my cereal and in dishes where it doesn’t make a difference.  Last night I had ice cream with bacon in it.  I decided it wasn’t really the best way to celebrate my first ice cream in 8 months…

4.  I decided last week that I wasn’t going to get online at all this week, except via my iPod.  I spend way too much time blog-hopping, and since I have a really busy week this week, I figured this would be a good one to try.  That lasted until 8:00 this morning when I decided I wanted to put something on Netflix while I folded the laundry.  Ah, well.

5.  I spent my entire childhood not liking chocolate in (almost) any form.  I would peel it off my candy bars, lick out the insides of my Cadbury eggs, only eat the cream filling in my Oreos, slice off the edges of my Neapolitan ice cream, and pick out the chocolate chips in my cookies.  I did, however, like my cousin Heidi’s chocolate cake, and some brownies.  Fudgey things were always pretty good, I suppose.  It wasn’t until I was pregnant that I ever really craved chocolate in any form, and to this day, chocolate really isn’t my thing.  I don’t think I will ever be tempted by chocolate ice cream, but you can load up my vanilla with some hot fudge sauce! (I’m eating a Symphony bar with toffee and almonds as I write this, I guess all I mean is that I’m picky when it comes to chocolate.)

6.  Today I’m hoping to spend my birthday building a container garden. Even though our last several years of container gardening have brought expensive heartbreak, I’m determined to try again.  I’m hoping that our landlords will let me hang a topsy turvy planter in front of our apartment.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

7.  I want a farm.  A real, honest-to-goodness farm.  I want acres of land with a milk cow, several chickens (for their eggs), a pig (because they are smart and friendly, not to eat), and some buffalo (to breed and eat).  I want a barn and a tractor and muddy boots. I want to be able to grow most of our food in our massive garden and to spend my days outside in a wide-brimmed hat with my children pruning fruit trees and pulling weeds.  I’m not quite sure how this dream of mine fits in with Steve’s future career in the State Department, traveling the world, but we are fairly determined to make both of them work.

8.  My siblings are some of my favorite people to spend my time with.  I so wish we all lived close enough together to have regular game nights and dinners and parties.  I want my kids to grow up loving their aunts and uncles and cousins.  My greatest wish is to be able to spend the eternities with them, and I pray for them every single day.

9.  I prefer Google Chrome as a browser and get upset when I have to use something else.  My second preference is Internet Explorer.  Anything else and I’ll ask someone else to look it up for me.

10.  I have 826 4×6 photos and 296 3×5 photos I’m hoping to digitize in the near future.  How long do you think it will take me to sort them?

11.  I will only remember your name if I know both your first and last names.  This makes getting to know people at church difficult, since we usually introduced as Sister or Brother so-and-so.  Also, I’m much more likely to remember your name if I also learn your spouse’s name.  Apparently I pair things together fairly well.

12.  The Flynn family has developed an addiction to Sing-a-ma-jigs.  We have 4 of the harmonious fellows in our house, and are often singing along with them, one syllable at a time.

13.  I have 29 finished products that are ready to be listed on Etsy, and I just haven’t done it.  Some of them have even had their pictures taken for over a month.  I did recently celebrate my 5th sale, and I’m very happy about that.

14.  This morning when given a choice of what to have for breakfast I picked a cantaloupe/strawberry smoothie and eggs with spinach, onions, and mushrooms.

15. Steve and I feel that adopting is in our future, most likely from Russian or Ukraine.

16.  When it comes to remembering names, I also do better if I know how to spell your name, because I picture it spelled out in my mind when I remember it.  For example, it took me a good 6 months or more to realize my friends Carrie and Kari had the same name, and that only occurred to me because they were talking about it to each other.

17. In junior high I watched a video in science class of an eye surgery.  It was the most painfully disturbing thing I’ve ever watched.

18.  In college I was asked to help dissect the cadavers. It was much less disturbing than the video in junior high, but I had to shove a lot of menthol up my nose.

19. I really like upside-down cakes- pineapple, German chocolate, caramel…  I really like cake in general.

20.  As a kid my favorite doll was Blue Bonnett Sue- a doll that you got by mailing in margarine labels.  I remember vividly when she got destroyed enough that my mom threw her away. I was devastated.

21.  Nothing makes Evelyn laugh as much as fart noises.  It must be genetic.  And I don’t mean from me.

22.  Steve and I have a nearly complete collection of Dr. Seuss and Boxcar Children books, and we keep a list of the ones we need with us at all times in case we find them.

23.  The main reason I want to sew clothes for Evelyn is because I want to save them for my grandkids.  I really wish I had an outfit or 2 saved from when I was a little that I could dress her in.  I’m fairly nostalgic.

24. My wedding ring has 21 diamonds.  Steve and I joke that it represents one diamond for each of our children.

25.  As of 1:50 pm today, I’ve had 25 people wish me a happy birthday on Facebook.

26.  Yes, I know my facts are getting shorter and shorter, but that is because I’m ready to walk out the door and I want to post this and get it over with.

27. I have spent 27 wonderful years growing older, smarter, and bigger.  I’m happier than I’ve ever been and I’m so excited to see what the next 27 will bring.  Especially if it is 20 more kids.  Just kidding.  Sorta.

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