Who would've thought the love of my life would be so short?

I have had my share of great compliments in my life - let's face it, I'm that awesome! Don't believe me, I'll tell ya. Anyhow, the other day, I had the greatest compliment of my life, and I thought I would share it.

I was getting ready for going out. I had combed my hair, put on makeup, perfume, jewelery, etc. I was finishing by putting on my clothes, which were nicer than the normal "mom clothes" I wear around the house. As I'm pulling up my skirt, Mikey turns to me, and with a look of surprise - no maybe more of delight, he ran up to me, hugged my legs, and said something I had never heard him say before. "Mom is so pretty!" It made my day. I melted and realized that I have so much happiness because of this little man in my life.

If I could go back...

Last night a couple of my friends and I were talking about our high school days. As we mothers discussed how "easy" high school was in that our only real responsibility was school, we were saying how we would like to go back. We were also discussing that "if I knew then, what I knew now" I would do ______ different. That got me to thinking what I would have done different. So, here's my list:

1- I would've been more confident in myself in areas of my friendship making skills. This may surprise some people, but I am actually by nature a very shy person. It really has been something that I have had to work on. I am not shy around people I know or feel comfortable with, but others, I am, and I know that people mistook me as a "snob" because of that. But in reality, it wasn't because I thought I was better than anyone, it was more I didn't think I had anything interesting to say, or that I would be a "bother" to the person, so I wouldn't say anything (immature, I know).

2- I would've been more involved in my own ward. I was always involved in church, and kept the standards, and held my beliefs, but as far as being supportive in my own ward's Young Women's program, I was a slacker. I found reasons to miss mutual, and rarely talked to the girls from my ward at school (there was only one girl my age, who did go to a different school). Now, having a better understanding and sight of how much one person can help, I wish I would have been more involved and encouraging in my ward.

3- I would have hung out with more girls. I had a couple of really close girlfriends, but besides that, I mostly hung out with guys. Now, I understand the wisdom of this seeing that I now live with 4 boys, but in reality, I do wish that I had been better at hanging out with girls, and experiencing more "girl talk".

I'm not a very regretful person. I believe that everything we go through in this life is to give us experience that we can learn from. Because of this, I rarely dwell on past experiences and wish that things would have been different, or that I would have been different. I actually am not sad about the way I was in high school, but more because I feel like it was a successful experience for me. I think the attitude I had helped me to enjoy it by not taking it too serious. Anyhow, while compiling the list of things I would've changed, I thought about the things I did that I am grateful that I did.

1- I am grateful that I got involved. I learned so much about how organizations work, about team work, being a leader, motivating people, respecting each other, and so much more because of my involvement with different things in high school. It really gave me a good experience on how to get things done, and not worry about the little things that don't make it perfect (and no one notices anyway).

2- I have never been one who loves to divulge in gossip. Now, I am so grateful that I didn't participate in that in high school. As devastating as gossip can be, especially to young adolescence, it brings me peace to know that gossip wasn't one of my pastimes. I actually do not like to learn about other people's poor choices so that I can throw my nose up and say, "I'm not surprised", in reality I don't like to label people as "bad" or "good". I believe all people are of worth, and when I hear of people making poor choices, I sympathise with them while praying that they haven't lost hope or don't feel loved.

3- I am grateful that I tried to be nice to everyone. I never liked the whole clique thing, and often preferred not to limit myself to a group. I was friends with the skaters, the cowboys, the good kids, the bad kids, the drama kids, the dancers, and the jocks. Even though I related to some more than others, I tried to not be judgemental toward any of them.

ANYWAY.. enough reminiscing. I am actually grateful for where I am in life now. I love this stage, even though it is difficult some days, but it is very rewarding. It is nice to think back on the things I have matured on, makes me feel as though there is some progress going on.

It can get worse

So, just a few short hours after complaining about my experience with taking the boys into public, I experienced something more horrifying. I had a doctor's appointment on Friday, which I had totally forgotten about until the night before; therefore, I was left taking all my boys with me. Surprisingly, they did really well, and Michael was so excited to hear the baby's heartbeat, I'm glad he didn't miss it. BUT, on the way out of the office, as I'm getting coats on everyone and trying to keep them round up, I hear a fire alarm go off. I was confused for a second, until I looked over and realized that it was my child pulling the fire alarm. In thinking it was a handicapped access button that would open the door, Michael had pulled the fire alarm. I went to go talk to the receptionist, but she had seen it happen and had understandingly just motioned that we were free to go. So, I went outside and loaded the kids up into the car. My doctor's office is attached to a line of other doctor's office buildings. As we were driving away, I realized that because no one had informed them that it was a false alarm, there everyone was, standing outside in the cold, wondering when they could go back inside.

Bad Mom

In attempts of being a "good mom", I took my kids on a tour of the local post office. I should have known better, since it was going to be occurring during Roger's nap time, but alas, I signed up and went anyhow.


Upon arriving to the post office, I tried taking Roger out of the car. He wanted to take his toy inside, but I refused. It has snowed here recently, and is bitterly cold. So, there I am in the parking lot, with a baby and two little boys freezing, trying to get Roger to be "reasonable" so we could go inside.


During the tour, which Mikey enjoyed, but I think was a little too old for Roger, Roger spent the time hopping and entertaining himself other ways. While in the big warehouse, a spark came to Roger's eyes as he realized it would be a fun place to run. I saw this and before he could get too far, I grabbed him and had him sit on the floor. Of course he cried, and there I stood with my 3 children looking like I was had no clue to what I was doing (and I don't). After the tour I had many mothers utter to me something about how challenging it is with kids so young, and how I have my hands full, all while I was silently thinking up a plan of how I could get back at Roger (That's just a joke, I'm not seriously that mean).


When I got home I collapsed on the couch, and wondered what on earth had tempted me to take my boys into public. I will soon forget about this incident, and try to venture out again, you would think I would learn. But I guess reality is, 90% of the time, they do behave in public, but I don't notice or realize it because there are no problems, but once they do misbehave, I think to myself "never again". Thank goodness my memory is short, and just for now, I'm not going to attempt to be a "good mom", I'm just going to attempt to be my boys' mom.

I'm Telling You

So after getting harassed for not updating my blog (it's only been a week and a half mind you), I decided that I should work on changing that. I guess it's time for me to become open and honest about something. I have always been terrible at this, and because of that, I know I have offended some of my friends by not being open - but in all honesty, I just don't know how to tell people. You would think that by now, I would be a pro, but alas, I still suck. What I need to be honest about is this, I am pregnant!!
Yes you did read that correctly. We are due at the end of May, making me about 3 months along. By the time this baby arrives, our oldest will be four years-old (and two weeks), Roger will be about 6 weeks shy of three, and William will be 16 months. I know we're crazy, and I'm sorry if you think this is cruelty to my other children (but hey, the heck with them, what about me!). I feel that the number of children, their spacing, and their naming are all very personal, and varies from couple to couple. I believe there is no right or wrong answer across the board, and that only the parents are entitled to the inspiration on these matters. Even though I've had a lot of wide-eyed reactions, and questions of if I would be okay, or advice that I should definitely wait a long time before I have my next one, I am incredibly happy about the situation I find myself in. I am happy, and probably more important to me is I feel incredible peace. I know that babies bring a lot of hard work (for those that forgot, I have had three), and I know that it won't be easy, I somewhat agree with what Todd likes to say: When you have three flat tires, what's one more flat tire? But really, with all joking aside, I really am happy and excited for another little angel to join our family. Even though it will be more work, I have found that each baby tends to be easier than the last (or maybe it's just I know more of what I'm doing), and with each baby I've been able to enjoy the baby and my other children even more (sounds weird, I know).
I never do mean to be discreet or secretive about my pregnancies, whenever anyone asks, I tell them the truth, I'm just not good at going up to people and out of the blue informing them. Maybe by time I have my 26th child I will have it perfected, but I guess by then, why would I need to announce?

I am thankful for...

With Thanksgiving occurring this week, I decided to post my list of the ten things I'm the most thankful for. Post your own, and realize how blessed your life is.

1. Todd - I am so grateful that I was listening to the God's promptings when I was choosing a spouse, for I am afraid that had I been using my own judgement, I wouldn't have married someone so perfect for me. Todd is the sweetest man alive, always concerned with helping me out (he's even started an O'Neil tradition where he - and later the kids - does the dinner dishes). He is so sensitive to my needs, and is quite fun and comforting to be with. He is so honest, and has such a great pure heart. He's a great father and an even greater example to our sons - no wonder we have so many boys.

2. Michael - Sometimes I get struck with the incredible sense of what an amazing spirit I have living in my home. Before the age of three he had two younger brothers, something a lot of kids will act out about, but instead, he welcomes them and is very sweet and tender with them. He hardly ever quarrels with them or is mean. (I hear screaming as I write this). He is definitely the silent leader of the boys. He also helps encourage Roger to do as I say. He loves to tease me, and I love it because it is our little way of connecting.

3. Roger - What a fun little guy. He's definitely got more spirit and will than a lot of people, but he's also has a very tender heart. He is always concerned about his brothers and mammacita.

He will often give up his toys that he is playing with to his crying brother, regardless if that was what they had wanted. He and Michael are the best of friends, almost inseparable, while he is so sweet to William. I will often find him lying next to William, doting and kissing on him, "scratching" his head the way Roger likes it done to him. He loves "scripture time" and does an awesome job remembering the characters' names, like Enoch, Abraham, etc.

4. William - I have never dealt with an easier baby. He has probably cried for a total of 2 hours his entire life, and whined for a total of 45 minutes. Even after burning his finger that later blistered over, he cried for about a minute, then that was it. He is such a happy baby, always willing and eager to give you a smile. He loves his brothers, and will always prefer to play in the same room with them, if only to watch them. He really is the most good-natured baby I have ever seen, and I am so thankful that he's in our family.

5. Friends - Even though I am one of the worst people to keep in touch with my friends, I am so grateful for the ones in my life now, and the ones who have helped me shape my life. I am grateful for my friends who were accepting, yet still encouraged me to be better, for friends who were a comfort and a listener, for friends who were just "there", regardless if any talking or activity was going on. For friends who I have shared laughs with, special moments with, any moment with. Friends who have given me new ideas or shown ways of being more open-minded. Friends who have shown my children love, and have accepted them with all of their shortcomings, and mine. Friends who have made me feel apart of something, even if it's just their own daily life. I have had many good friends through the years, and each one has made her/his own special mark, which I am grateful for.

6. Family - Where would we be without family? I am grateful for my immediate family, for the times we had, and the lessons we learned together. I am grateful for each of my brothers and sisters. I love all of them, and am happy that they are in my life. I have many fond memories from being taught how to ride a bike to being teased unmercifully, and I wouldn't trade any of them. I am grateful for Todd's family, and the support they are to us. I am grateful for my extended family. I have aunts who would sacrifice for me as if I was their own daughter. I have cousins that are like siblings.

7. My Body - I know, this is starting to sound like a "typical, I can't think of anything" list. But in reality, I am very grateful for my body (for it is really good looking!). I am grateful that I am healthy, and that everything functions properly (maybe too well, I do have 3 kids). But in all seriousness, I am grateful for not only what my body is not (sick, handicapped, etc.) but for what it is. Last year I trained for and ran a marathon. It was so hard, and difficult, but it was one of the most amazing experiences I had ever done. The feeling that you're alive, and that intoxicating feeling that your lungs are going to explode is incredible. The feelings of stretching, or having just lifted something heavy. The sensation of touch, and bonding through it. The hug or kiss that you get to feel from your kids. When pregnant, the feeling of a little baby tucked inside of you, letting you know that he's there. The body is an amazing gift, and I am grateful for it.

8. Change - This one is a little different for me. I am a very content person, if I'm content, I don't like to change for fear of getting in a situation that is worse. When I was little I would keep my coat on when coming inside. My mom would have to fight it off of me, but I preferred to keep it on, 'cause I was okay with it on and didn't want to risk not being okay with it off. But I have learned to be appreciative of change. It's not always easy, but it keeps you on your toes, keeps you from being too comfortable and unwilling to change. My favorite time of the year is spring or fall (especially in Ohio), cause the weather is always changing. You can go from being so cold and almost miserable to a sunny beautiful day that you spend the entire day outside. I also enjoy (believe if you will) when after many warm days having a colder day, one where you make tomato soup for lunch, you bundle up, and snuggle together. In many ways I loathe change, but in others I welcome it. It is change that has allowed me to meet so many amazing people that I wouldn't have met otherwise because of location or prejudices.

9. Church - I know that all my LDS friends are probably gasping right now, saying "why wouldn't I say the Gospel", and I am very grateful for that, but I am also incredibly grateful for how the church is set up. Especially when moving so far from anything and anyone you've ever known, the church is such a comfort. For you know, that you will instantly have a group of welcoming and understanding friends. The people I have meet through church have been the most amazing people on the earth. And callings....I cannot express enough how much I love callings, especially in the Young Women Program. Callings are a chance for you to get involved in something, and to get to know some incredible people. I have always come away from serving in a calling learning much more about myself, and about love than I have ever given.

10. God - Without Him, I would have none of these things on my list. He has given me everything, and so much more than I will ever deserve or be worthy of. He has given me my family, and the sweet boys which He so wisely placed into my home. With all of the things and people He has sent into my life, there is no way I could ever repay Him. To top it off, He sent His Son, to be a Redeemer for me personally and everyone else just as personally. Because of His sacrifice, I can, through a lot of hard work and learning, return to our Heavenly Father, and be with my family forever. What an amazing promise! I am grateful that He put His gospel on the earth and placed me on the earth at a time, and through a family that would teach me about it so that I may learn of it and rejoice in it. I am so grateful for our Heavenly Father, and His Son, Jesus Christ, and the opportunity I have to receive Eternal Life.

A Performance to Remember

Star in Your Own JibJab! It's Free!After practicing for weeks and weeks, here is a dance we did as a family. I was really impressed with the boys!

Halloween

Who doesn't love Halloween? This year I had a few ideas of what I wanted the boys to dress up as. I was thinking "Winnie the Pooh" characters, or characters from "Toy Story", so I took them to the store to find their costumes. While in the costume section, I was persistently showing Michael a "Woody" costume, asking him if he would like it. He looked over and said, "No, I want a chicken!" I looked over to see a child's full covering chicken costume. He insisted, and since it was cheaper than the other costumes, I agreed. So, the boys were as Michael would say, "Giant Chickens". These hooded costumes were loved, the hood was never taken off. They would flap their arms while making cluck sounds, and would hug each other, bringing them to the floor and would yell. "Cock Fight"! (Can you guess where they learned that)


Before Halloween, through the early childhood PTA, I took the boys to a nursing home. They were a hit, because not only was it one big chicken, no, not only two big chickens, but three big chickens. The elderly people loved it. One nurse, seeing that I could probably use a hand, took William around to the patients. They loved and hugged William, and the nurse said that there were a lot of tender moments as these people who had lost their memory suddenly recalled that they once had babies of their own.

This year was the boys first experience with trick-or-treating. We usually would just sit on the porch, all dressed up, and hand out candy. This way they got to see more costumes, learn to share, and bring home less candy. This year Todd took them around our street to show the neighbors. The first couple of houses, immediately after receiving his candy, Michael would run back to our front porch while his dad talked to our neighbor. I had to keep telling Michael that if he wanted more candy he'd have to stay with his dad. Finally after 3 houses, he caught on and understood the process. The boys were very polite and said "Thank you" after every candy, and patiently waited until they were home to eat their candy.

Here we are

So, I'm finally trying out the blogging life. Don't let your expectations rise too much, 'cause it'll probably not be too interesting, but that's my life. We are living in Northern Ohio, and loving it. My only complaint is that it's getting cold, and will get EXTREMELY cold. Todd is finishing up his med school rotations up here, and tends to be super busy, but still is finding time to help me out as much as possible.

Michael, our three year-old, is definitely getting big. He's learning a lot each day, and has a cute little sense of humor that he likes to tease me with. He plays really well with his brothers, especially Roger, but I find that he really enjoys his alone time also - makes you wonder what they think about on their own time. Roger, our two year-old, is about as rambunctious yet sweet as they come. He is the typical two year-old and loves to run, jump, and yell. But he's also not so typical, he is always so concerned about his brothers, always giving up his toys to share with them, always trying to lie down with William while hugging and kissing on him. Plus, he loves to express love and affection with us. He will snuggle into me, then scratch my head or arm or back just like he likes it done. William, our 9 month-old, is such a blessing. You will never meet a more happy, pleasant, easy-going, charming baby. He is so easy to please, and loves to hang out with his brothers, even when they "pounce" on him. He loves to watch what's going on around him, and will often try to mimic whatever sounds are produced by others. He has the sweetest smile, which melts my heart, and is quite the lady's man. Whenever a female will give him some attention, he cocks his head, bats his eyes, and gives a charming smile.

My life consists of playing with my boys and trying to find things for them to do, and things to keep me sane. I like to scrapbook, decorate, sew quilts, cook, and read to keep me entertained. Well, I think that's all I have to say.