1,000,001 Ways to Blow a Nose

Sam is obsessed with kleenex.  She's also obsessed with blowing her nose (in something or not).  I might run out of kleenex quicker that normal, but I'm not complaining that she could blow her nose at 8 months.  It comes in handy when she has a cold.  She'll see the kleenex box and say, "Heee? Heee?"  For those of you that don't speak gibberish that's Sami talk for "Kleenex please?"  I know, it's impressive that I've memorized nearly a dictionary's worth of her gibber-gabber, but I had practice with Tanner when he was little.  Though Sam doesn't say as much as her brother did, I can understand her a little more than T.  That boy would talk, talk talk all day and you wouldn't hear one real word come out of his mouth, but he was always so sure at what he was saying.  I get the same response with strangers as I did with Tanner. "Does she talk?" Yes, but only I can understand her.  That is because she has a lot of clearly spoken words such as "momma", "daddy", "Nannie"(Tanner), "eat", "night-night", etc.  But she says her manners with her mouth closed and in syllables.  I can here her when she says, "Gmm, gmm," or "thank you", but unless you know her you might think she doesn't say much.  I got distracted again, rambling about something else...here are some pics of Sam entertaining us with a piece of kleenex.

                                                                    That's a good one!

Did I get it?

Maybe, I'll just stick my hand in it...

Let's try again...

That's a really good one...

Getting a little dramatic...

Same kleenex in case you were wondering...

Now just being silly...

Ok, maybe that's enough

Cheese!

Golf season is here!

OK, so not to jinx the amazing weather we've been having, but it's been hard to think that it is still technically winter! We've had 75-80 degree weather for almost a week and a half and for the middle of March in Nebraska that is abnormally warm. I'm not complaining though. It means that spring is upon us and golf season is on the horizon. I've been out the the golf course around 10 times already and most years that doesn't even happen halfway through the summer (since kids). I made the commitment to play more golf this year and I've made some pretty hefty goals for myself. I'm used to biting off more than I can chew, so I'm used to feeling completely overwhelmed, but it's also where I feel the most comfortable. If I can accomplish half of what I want to this year, than I'll be a pretty happy camper. Of course I can't just up and go to the course whenever I want because I have two rugrats at home that I take care of all day and night, but like anything else in life, if there's something you want, I'm a full believer that you have to make time for it in your life, make it a priority. I told my husband that I'm going to break par soon, meaning really really soon. He does his best not to make too much of a reaction whenever I just blurt something totally ridiculous out of my mouth every time I'm thinking it. I think he knows I can do it, and is probably as surprised as I am that I haven't yet, considering how long I've been playing, but that's the goal, break par (soon), play in more tournaments. So, while the kids lay down for naptime this weekend, I am heading out to the golf course to get some practice time in. I love that I can go practice for a few hours or play a round and be home by the time they get up and I hardly even miss a beat with them. Also, on my list of golf "to-do's" is getting a new set of golf clubs. I think I've finally talked Mike into getting me a new set! Yay, me!!

Tanner's "not so" new furniture

So in my previous post about Tanner's room remodel and how I'm finally getting around to doing it, I forgot to mention that one of the reasons it has taken me so long is because I couldn't make a decision on what I wanted to do with his room. Do we want to splurge on new furniture or keep the old for now? What colors do we want to do, etc, etc. So, after painting the final three walls to complete the entire 4 walls, I made a decision to try and paint a current very old and ugly dresser that we got from an aunt four years ago (Sorry Aunt Bev). I always thought we would get rid of them as soon as we moved or got new stuff for the little man, but I've had a current change of heart. After researching numerous tutorials online on painting furniture I once again ran to Home Depot to gather my supplies. Since Mike was out of town last week I thought it would be the perfect project for me to make the time go quickly until he came home. And a project it was. Luckily we had some very unseasonble hot temps so after I put the kids down for naps each day I would head out to the garage, music on and doors up. Finally, after 4 nap periods, 2 coats of primer and 2 coats of paint (4 total coats), we finally had a "not so" new, but much prettier dresser sure to please the little guy. However, although it took me lots of coats, it was super easy and a "no brains" project.

Here's the rundown...

Here's what the dresser matched before I painted it. This is the complimentary dresser (oh yea, there's 2:)...hideous right?




Here it is all painted and purdy:)






I did roll the paint on the large piece, and brushed each drawer. If you are going to roll on furniture I read a tutorial where they suggested using a small foam roller, which is what I did. Roll it slowly to prevent bubbles. The effect won't be as smooth as brushing, I can clearly see the difference between the dresser and drawers,(only up close though) but you won't have brush marks, so it's a personal preference.


I used this primer stuff that the paint lady told me would stick to anything and I wouldn't have to sand. Done.




Then, I used the same paint color that I used on his striped wall and had her mix it in this little can of interior semi-gloss paint to make the dresser look a little shiny. The paint color is Behr Paint's "Luster white". I am also painting a little nightstand with the same color and still have almost a half can of each left, so it goes a long way.




Lesson learned: Thin coats are better than thick gloppy ones, and once I brushed paint on, if I went over it more than a couple times or after a min it would clump. That pretty much irritated the heck out of me.

Hopefully, I inspired some of ya'll to paint a dresser for your home. It's super easy and is an inexpensive way to dress up some old furniture without buying new.

Total spent: (lost my receipt so I'm estimating)

Dresser- FREE
Foam roller- $5ish
small can of primer- $6is
small can of paint- $6ish
= $17

I had a gift card to Home Depot so this was a free project for me!

"Mom, can we paint MY room yet??

Poor kid...not only was my sweet boy kicked out of his room in the old house and thrown into the attic when baby sister arrived, but after 10 months of living in our new house, I am just getting around to finally giving our energetic, larger than life boy the room he deserves. He has been so patient and since Sam never got an official baby room in the old house I felt I had to do hers first before any other project in the house. I feel terrible that my son has been living in a world of tan/beige walls and old dark ugly furniture for almost a year now. But the time has come and it's finally happening. After days of pondering over 5 different shades of light blue samples on his walls something deep inside of me was screaming to get out. I couldn't tell my husband what it was or even dare say it out loud, because I was sure it was just wasn't supposed to be. After laying awake practically all night, I woke up the next day and without hub's knowing I decided it had to be so. So I dropped off little man at preschool and the littlest runt and I headed to Home Depot where I was on a mission. If you know me, you know that once I'm dead set on something it has to and will happen. I will make sure of it (usually). I was a little uneasy about the drasticisty (is that a word? Becca?...) of the situation, but I was determined and if I told my very understanding husband what I was up to, he was sure to try and change my mind or worse, not be as overly as excited as I was. I was almost giddy inside when I put the kids down for nap and got to work on painting Tanner's walls. Wait, for it, wait for it....

This is the before walls with the paint samples I did not use





And, TA-DA!! Gigantic Navy and White Stripes




If you're still wondering what it was that the voices in my head were saying over and over the night before, it was, "naaavy...naaavy.." Not only can I believe how brave I am, but I am also very impressed with how straight my lines came out...as my dad always said, measure twice, stripe once (he, he). Only kidding he never said that because he would never expect me to measure anything in my lifetime probably. I did actually measure a few times before drawing out my stripes just for safe keeping. They look amazing! Tanner's face was priceless when he saw them for the first time and that was enough satisfaction for me. I have since painted the rest of the walls and am in the process painting furniture, and adding decor so I will get back with an update soon!!

Preschool Visit

Tuesday I went to preschool with Tanner. I hadn't been all year, and it was so fun to see his reaction to bringing me to school with him. He was so excited and chatty and going around the whole room to show me what everything was. Then every once in a while he would get done explaining something to me and he would hug me and say, "I love you mom." OK, I would be lying if I said I wasn't tearing up on the inside. Days get so crazy sometimes and hectic and the kids are both begging for attention and it's so nice to get one on one time with both of them each day and for Tanner, do things with him like this so that he sees that I am so interested in what he is doing at school and excited to be there. He was attached to my hip the whole time, and wanted me to sit with him on the floor for story time and snack time and play with me outside. When we were doing art he said, "When I am big I'm going to marry you. Becuase I love you. We can get married right mom?" Well, I'm not about to break his heart right now so of course I said "Yes." He also wants to marry Samantha on most days too. So, as these last few months of preschool wind down, I'm anxiously awaiting Tanner to start Kindergarten. Of course it's amazing to watch the kids grow up and develop their personalities and watch who they are becoming but it's way too fast. I just try to relish in every little precious moment like this that I can.

A Tale of Two Sisters-1 year ago

A year ago, we had no idea what we were in store for. How in an instant our simple lives were about to change forever. Busy with kids, sleepless nights with a baby, the full swing of the holidays and soon to be the birth of our newest addition to the family, our nephew, Tyler Benton Kutler, things couldn't be better. Going back to this time 1 year ago is not easy for me, though I think about it 50 times a day, and remember it like it was yesterday. The wounds for me, are still fresh. It cuts like a knife thinking about what my sister went through, but at the same time I celebrate every day since that I've had with her and truly thank God for giving me my sister back. Though what happened to Cally was tragic in every sense of the word, her story is one of survival and inspiration. December 13 is a day I will remember forever. It was one of the best days of my life as I got to witness my sweet nephew Tyler be born into this world. Everything went really well, and since I was the only other family member allowed at the hospital during the birth, next to our cousin and Cally's doula, Risa, I had the honor of making sure we got all the pictures and calls to each grandparent so they could hear his cries over the phone. Since it was so late at night, everyone else including Tyler's big brother was planning on visiting in the morning. After a while, Cally had some minor complications post birth, so we stuck around for a little while longer to make sure she was ok. The doctors were reassuring that they got everything under control. Since it was around midnight or later and they all needed some sleep we decided to leave. Something in my gut didn't feel right as I walked out of the hospital, and call it instinct or sister's intuition, but I just felt like I should stay. It's something I still have a hard time forgiving myself for. That night I laid awake for quite awhile. When my phone rang just an hour or so later, I knew something wasn't right. I jumped out of bed practically in hysterics, threw on the same clothes I had just taken off and ran out the door. When we pulled into the UNMC parking garage it was 3am. The only other car there and in the very first stall was my sisters'. It was of such irony because this is the very hospital that she works at as a NICU nurse, and normally her car would be parked there for work, but not today, December 14. Today was different. Today my sister was sick, and for the first time ever, I wasn't sure she was going to be ok. Cally had had postpartum hemorrhaging along with other complications. When we arrived at the hospital she was in the operating room and as reassuring and informative as the doctors were, we really had no idea what was going on behind those doors. I now know that it was most likely mass chaos, a whole medical team doing everything the could as to not only save a patient, but one of their own. Every 15 min. or so it seemed, a lady in scrubs would get off the elevator pushing a cart carrying an American Red Cross Box on it. As I would watch her take that long stride down the hall and disappear, it hit me. That is for Cally. There is no one else here that needs that much blood, or any blood at all. Hours went by before her doctor finally came to give us an update. Cally had lost so much blood and in such a short amount of time that she required a massive blood transfusion. She also had to have her uterus removed to save her life. Knowing that she got through it was such a relief and we all, along with her doctor cried and held each other. When they finally wheeled her out of the O.R. we walked her down to her ICU room. Those first few hours in the ICU for me were the hardest. I was prepared to be strong for Cally, to make jokes and lighten the mood, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. When she opened her eyes for the first time she couldn't talk because of the breathing tube down her throat. Her entire body had swelled to twice its size it seemed from all of the blood products she had received from her massive blood transfusion. She motioned for something to write with. I gave her a pen and paper and she wrote, "Where am I?" As I calmly explained to her that she was in ICU, I prayed she couldn't see the tears welling in my eyes. I could see the instant panic set into her face, and just as I thought she was going to freak out and start pulling out tubes, she slowly wrote, "Did they take my..." I interrupted her and said, "yes, they did." She nodded. The questions didn't stop there. It was her way to communicate with us. I could tell when her morphine was starting to wear off because she would frantically push her button to give her more, but it wasn't time yet, and I hated seeing her in so much pain. They sedated her as best they could but sometimes it wasn't enough and that was hard. That first night in ICU (I think) Matt laid baby Tyler on his mommy, and even though she couldn't hold him he was there next to her, healing her in a way no one else could..his tiny body was now nursing her back to health. The 24 hours or so that she had her breathing tube in were hard. Cally would try to gesture to me to move her a certain way or elevate her feet somehow and it would take my dumb self 20 minutes to figure out what she was trying to say. I remember she wanted her socks off once, and I seriously couldn't figure out what she wanted by her wiggling her feet. She got so frustrated because she couldn't talk and I couldn't understand her and she would just look like she was going to cry. When I finally figured it out, or someone else did, I don't remember, she just looked so relieved, and then I would make fun of myself for her benefit. The staff taking care of Cally was amazing. I remember her first ICU nurse she had that first day. Her name was Barb, and she, as Cally would explain later, was an angel in her ear. She didn't leave Cally's side for a second and we nicknamed her Badass Barb. Cally lost so much blood, that if she were in any other hospital she most likely wouldn't be here today. She received 60+ units of blood product that day and she is lucky she was at the Med Center. No new mother should have to endure what Cally went through, and I can't help thinking of the irony of it all, how she was literally fighting for her life in the same hospital that she saves premature babies in for a living. Last winter was a slow recovery for Cally and after a few scary setbacks and a trip back to the hospital after Christmas, she finally made a full recovery in early spring. I can't even begin to thank everyone who surrounded us all with love last year. Our family and friends who were literally on call to watch kids so we could go to the hospital, everyone who brought them meals every day for over a month, and even Cally's friend who donated her breastmilk for Tyler to have while Cally couldn't feed him. Last year at this time we had no idea what we were in store for, but do we ever? As the winter months fall over us it's hard not to feel the weight of anxiety pulling me down just thinking of last year. That being said, this Christmas and holiday season is one to celebrate and reflect. I just feel extremely lucky to have had 1 more year with my sister, my best friend, my other half. Hold the ones you love close, tell them you love them. What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger, and I truly believe that. Love you Cal! And Happy 1st Birthday Tyler Benton!

Short but sweet

Today, we went to the store. Tanner and Sam were acting wild, and I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Just as I was a checking out and feeling completely drained from our trip, I hear Tanner sweetly say to the elderly man helping us bag our groceries, "Thank you so much for helping us." the cashier looked at me and I thought she was going to cry. She then went on to say that parents tell their kids to say thank you all the time but never has she heard a child say that on their own like that.". It's moments like that, that I'll remember forever.