tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53559995126584850212024-02-19T11:22:14.460-05:00LIFE WITH 4 KIDSEvery day is an adventure when you have 4 children. In order to remember each day and to share our adventures with others, I have created this blog. Be prepared to laugh and to cry, to be alarmed and amazed at what a day can look like when you have a child or 4.momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-9053294848813391582010-03-11T06:59:00.001-05:002010-03-11T06:59:49.594-05:00bigger hugs<p>I awoke this  morning with a smile in my heart and on my face.  My baby girl is 5 today.  I could hear her already running through the house making the precious beautiful “noise” that she makes.  It was 6:00 am.  usually my medicine doesn’t allow me to be awake yet, but I took it early last night hoping to be able to wake early, and Praise God it worked.  I got up and there before me was my beautiful child with a smile and a gleam that said, “well Mom, I’m 5 what do you think?</p> <p>I gave her a huge hug and she just stood there in all her 5 year old proudness.  Then her Daddy came looking for a hug.  He asked for a hug from 4 year old Teagan.  We looked but couldn’t find her.  Daddy was “sad”.  Teagan in her delightful voice and personality says, “It’s ok Daddy cause I’m 5 now and bigger and stronger and can give you better hugs than just a 4 year old.”  What a precious gift. </p> <p>Teagan Hope Anastasia Martin born at some point in the afternoon on March 11, 2005 weighing 8 pounds and a few ounces was just beautiful and with a head of black hair we knew that this child was already staking her claim and declaring her spot in our family.  Beautiful hope of the resurrection is the meaning of her name and she has on so many occasions been there to remind us of God gift of Hope and his love.  </p> <p>So today celebrate with me the joy that is life.  The joy that is being 5.  The joy that is getting a princess leapster before 7 am on your 5th birthday.  I will selfishly and happily reserve the joy that can only be mine as her mother.  </p> <p>Thank you God for Teagan.  Thank you for life, for hope and for birthdays. </p> <p>Proud mom of Teagan and kri too and woj,</p> <p>kt</p> momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-40598327710347914012010-03-10T18:22:00.001-05:002010-03-10T18:22:52.253-05:00eyes<p>Everyone know the secret of mothers.  We have eyes in the back of our heads.  They can’t be seen.  Then can’t be found.  But on the day that our children are born or adopted or put in our care we grow these special eyes.  </p> <p>So this afternoon my kids were running around doing something, but I didn’t know what it was.  I couldn’t use the “back eyes”.  Know why?  Because Teagan kept coming up to the back of my head and using her tiny hands she was covering my “back eyes”.   I was trying with all my might to hold very still and not look because obviously it was important.  </p> <p>I still don’t know what exactly they were doing, but I notice that the kitchen trashcan is very full and looks like the upstairs trash has been emptied into it.  Since we just had a little talk about working together to take care of the house, I”m wondering if my secret little helpers were busy being trashmen.  </p> <p>I’m overwhelmed by whatever act of help they were offering, but I’m more moved and excited that Teagan had to cover my back eyes.  It brought a smile to my face and a joy to my heart that hasn’t been there in quite some time. </p> <p>Thank you God for simple pleasures and special treasures like the belief of little children.  </p> <p>Momofkrit and woj,</p> <p>KT</p> momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-23519594996994475392009-08-03T09:38:00.003-04:002009-08-03T09:49:45.803-04:00observationYesterday My hubby and I helped out during the Sunday School program at church. We were with the 2nd - 5th graders and I made a few observations. <span style="font-size:+0;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:+0;"></span><br />#Boys always migrate toward each other especially if there is a ball anywhere in the vicinity!<br />#Girls sit and talk and are constantly looking around to see who else is coming in and who might be looking at them. <span style="font-size:+0;"></span><br />#When sitting in a large group on the floor, girls always sit in the front.<br />#The boys group together in the back and find it impossible to keep their hands to themselves.<br />#Popcorn in a syrofoam cup is eaten politely by girls and then the cup is placed beside them till it is time to throw it away.<br />#Popcorn eaten by boys is consumed in massive handfuls or rather "drinkfuls" from the cup with the goal being to finish the snack so the cup can destroyed. Then the fun begins. The boys compete to see who can make the coolest weapon or cartoon character with the styrofoam cup pieces. <span style="font-size:+0;"></span><br /><br />So I ask you, if that group had been a group of adults, would anything have been different?<br /><br />The things that make you go hmmmm....<br /><br />blessed to be momofkrit and woj,<br />KTmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-69625070904902418822009-07-31T09:22:00.002-04:002009-07-31T09:36:58.723-04:00July 31 updateAn overview of our life for the past few days:<br /><br />Rhiannon has spent the week in MD with her cousin Aubrie. Although having a wonderful time, she announced last night, (THursday), that she would like to return home before Friday. You see, Friday night is her snuggle night with Mommy! :-) She has been promised a snuggle night whenever she returns...<br />***********************************************************************************<br />On Tuesday I took the 3 kids and drove down to school first thing in the morning. We were hoping to get some deals at the uniform resale. Alas, there was nothing left as we arrived 20 minutes after the start time. I drove home empty handed and feeling as though I had just wasted 2 hours. Later that afternoon I took the 3 kids and drove to West Chester for a dr. appt. After a little difficulty finding the building we arrived and went into the building. Upon finding suite 203, however, the door was locked. After several phone calls to find the dr number I called and was told that the appt was On Wednesday in Exton. I was a day early and at the wrong office. UGGGG....<br /><br />We left again feeling a bit like we had wasted time so I decided to take the kids out for a treat. In the process I got lost in and around WC and when I finally did find a McDonald's there was a sign posted saying this: "No Loitering allowed. 20 Minutes allowed for dine-in customers." Alrighty then. KIDS: eat fast and don't dawdle cause we might get kicked out of here! :-) A few wrong turns on the way home and finally we arrive back at home sweet home 3 hours after we had departed. A 3 hour trip to McD eh? <br />*************************************************************************************<br />Wednesday we traveled to Exton at the right time on the right day and arrived at the right office on time! :-) Teagan was not much interested in being at this appointment and when the nurse suggested she sit in the big patient chair since she was the queen, she politely declined. Iain, however, asked if he could sit there. When the nurse playfully questioned him saying, Well are you a queen, Iain properly responded, NO, but I am a King! Suffice it to say, Iain occupied the chair for the remainder of the appointment. <br />*************************************************************************************<br />Yesterday I helped Kyle with his laundry. I folded 6 pair of Pj's, 3 pr pants, 8 pr shorts, 12 shirts, 2 pr sweatpants, and 1 pr underwear. hmmmm......<br />************************************************************************************<br />As an update, Teagan is having her tonsils taken out on Tuesday morning. I have a dr appointment on Wednesday re: my shoulder. Only 3 weeks left till school starts. WOW....<br /><br />Blessed to be momofkrit and woj,<br />kTmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-8889744365839849742009-07-20T10:01:00.002-04:002009-07-20T10:16:58.052-04:00finding a sitterOne of my least favorite tasts as a mom is finding a babysitter. I have avoided this for most of my "mom life" by finding 1 wonderful person at a time to be our "nanny". At this point in time, however, we no longer need a "nanny" and so we are back to finding sitters. <br /><br />This past weekend I was invited to go on a date with my husband and another couple. This offer brought 50% excitement and 50% dread. Yay, a date. Drag, a sitter. I don't mind having a sitter. I don't mind leaving my kids with a sitter. I just dislike the process of Finding a sitter. <br />After a few calls and no luck here is what happened:<br /><br />"Kyle, please go and get my cell phone so I can think of someone to call to watch you kiddo's tonight." <br /><br />Shortly thereafter I hear Kyle coming down the steps on my phone. "Yes, this is Kyle. Hi how are you? My mom is looking for a babysitter for tonight and I was wondering if you were free and if we could come to your house. Tacos? Perfect. Ok, well, here is my mom."<br /><br />At this point I am standing in my kitchen in shock looking at my 9 year old son with disbelief and I could only ask 1 question: "WHO IS IT?" <br /><br />"Oh, it is Barb Irwin, Mom." Barb Irwin? She is a wonderful lady from church who has helped me fix my screens and brought me meals when I was sick and 1 time even took 3 of my kids for the evening so I could rest. She has 4 kids of her own who are all in high school and college. Barb Irwin? <br /><br />"Hi, Barb....Uh..how are you?"<br /><br />At this point I hear Barb tell me about how nice and polite my son is and how she would love to have them over for dinner and she was planning to make them taco's one night this summer anyway and they don't have any plans and what time is good? <br /><br />So my children went to Barb's house Saturday night. They took their bikes and their Pj's. They ate taco's, managed to convince Mr. and Mrs. Irwin to get their bikes down off the rack and ride with them, went out for ice cream and were all in Pj's mostly asleep on their bed when we returned from a wonderful date to pick them up. <br /><br />The funny thing about this little story is that if Kyle had asked me, as he should have, to call Mrs. Irwin, I would certainly have said NO. We wouldn't want to impose on another family! However, my children had the time of their lives. This morning Teagan asked if she could go there again tonight. <br /><br />So many thanks goes out to the Irwin's for loving our family and especially our kids. And much to my shock and inital horror, much thanks goes out to Kyle for taking care of finding a babysitter! <br /><br />If you need help managing your household, let me know, I'll send Kyle over for a few hours! :-)<br /><br />Blessed to be momofkrit and woj,<br />KT<br /><br />(momofkrit - mom of Kyle, Rhia, Iain, and Teagan, and wife of Jamie(Aaron))momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-8958617547992452352009-06-12T08:58:00.002-04:002009-06-12T09:05:18.000-04:00randomThe rumors are true: I did in fact wake all my kids at 12:45 am Thursday morning and take them to the drive through of McDonalds. WHY??? Well because that is when it opened of course. It has been closed for rebuilding for several months and they did a "soft" opening from 1-5 before the official opening began at 5. For fun we went for fries. Fun Cheap memories. <br />The cost of fries? $5.24<br />The memories? priceless<br /><br />Yesterday Rhia went to go outside to play and I called out, "Get your shoes". She said, "Oh, but mommy, I'm and Indian and they don't wear shoes." Looking at her in confusion, I realized she was wearing her Indian costume. My response? Oh, well, you are right. Ok, go and play. <br />How can you argue with history? <br /><br />Today is Teagan's last day of her 1 and 1/2 long preschool adventure this year. WHat a blessing that has been for her. Because I was so sick a friend was able to enroll Teagan in preschool and she has gone 3 times a week and LOVES it. I'm not sure how we'll be able to send her next year, but boy has it been fun for her! She can write her name and loves that she has her own school.<br /><br />Today just for fun I will be acquiring 2 additional dogs for a week. My mom and sisters are going on vacation together and I"m watching dogs. Should be fun here! <br /><br />Other than that, we've been visiting the library every week and the Y every now and then and reading books together and practicing our laundry skills! :-)<br /><br />Loving being able to be a mom again,<br />Momofkrit and woj,<br />KTmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-39999087318347652232009-05-31T18:42:00.002-04:002009-05-31T18:50:33.911-04:00New Bible Story"Teagan what was your Sunday School Lesson about today?"<br />Well, Mommy, is was about Saul and he was on a big boat. <br />"Are you sure it wasn't Paul"<br />Nope, Mommy actually it was Saul.<br />"Oh, OK and what happened to Saul/Paul?"<br />Well, actually he was on a big boat and it got broke and fell apart in the water. And all the people fell into the water and they all got into a whale. except Saul actually.<br /><br />"OK, so your story was about Saul on a boat that crashed and all the people except Saul got into the belly of a whale?"<br />Yes, Mommy, that was my story.<br /><br />Daddy - Teagan it was Saul and they landed on an island.<br /><br />NO, Daddy they didn't for real!!!<br /><br /><br />This reminded me of the stories that my sister Erin used to after Sunday School. Stories about Noah playing with Gorilla's and Moses and the big boat etc. We all used to laugh and my Mom would patiently listen to her stories. I was my Mom today as the rest of the family kinda quietly chuckled. <br />Too cute.momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-5007920359815137562009-05-13T09:51:00.000-04:002009-05-13T09:52:56.345-04:00Unlikely blessingsmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-48561235192632583552009-04-12T20:28:00.003-04:002009-04-12T20:32:02.916-04:00Easter DayNo pics, but, great day. Kids all went to church with Daddy and although they were wrinkled and a bit dishelved, they looked nice and well, we did the best we could.<br /><br />After church we hung out and did some stuff around the house. (I say we, I said, "kyle move this here. Rhia pick that up and put it away. Iain please return this there. Teagan ok, exactly. thanks honey) :-)<br /><br />Later in the afternon, the Stovers came over. I awoke to a delicious smell of pork and potatoes in the oven. An egg hunt with the kids, dinner, strawberry dessert and watching the masters with dear friends. What could be better. I have NO interest in golf. I've never watched the master in my life. But, being with friends, and watching my kids play and enjoy themselves, make watching the masters fun! :-)<br /><br />Now, I'm back to loopy and even now can barely see staright, so I'll go. Happy Easter all.<br />ktmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-23977547246763745802009-04-12T02:42:00.003-04:002009-04-12T03:14:07.442-04:00I'm aliveI'm alive and well, HIS Spirit is within me, because HE died and rose again!..<br /><br />Happy Easter! HE is risen, HE is risen indeed.<br /><br />I have always loved Easter Sunday. The weather is always beautiful, doesn't matter if it is cold or warm, wet or dry, windy or calm, it is always beautiful.<br /><br />I remember getting up WAY TOO EARLY to go and sing at a sunrise service when I was a teenager.<br /><br />I remember the Easter I had the flu and had to go to the ER. They gave me a shot in the you know what and I fainted on the floor.<br /><br />I remember the year we came home from church and our dog had destroyed our Easter Basket and eaten all the candy. I really thought Zach was going to die and not from the chocolate!<br /><br />I remember the MASSIVE coconut eggs which my grandmom Rahilly always had on her table.<br /><br />I remember just spending the day with my family enjoying the freedom to worship and the freedom in Christ which has set me free.<br /><br />Once we had children, I remember the fun of making up baskets and doing Easter Egg hunts.<br /><br />I remember the chore of finding clothes and then having professional pictures taken to justify the cost of the clothes. :-)<br /><br />I remember the year I hosted Easter at my house on mill road and made cheese fondue with ham and I was the only one who enjoyed it.<br /><br />I remember 4 years ago when Easter was a few days after Teagan was born and I had just returned home from the hospital.<br /><br />This year: I am on bedrest. After 2 months of a somewhat confusing and undiagnosed injury, I have, they think, a torn shoulder muscle and a misplaced rib. Around the clock pain meds, make me loopy and unable to drive. Mandatory rest and no use of my arm, makes me unable to care for my family as I normally would. However, this Easter, I have had the privilege taking time to pray. I have opened the window and felt the breeze and listened to the birds sing their praises. I have watched the flowers open and demonstate the beauty which God has given us here on earth. I have listened to the beautiful sounds of my children playing outside. I have watched in amazement as the meals and help have poured into my home. The family of God has been to me the hands and feet of Jesus ministering to me in my time of need.<br /><br />What a Saviour, we serve. The amazing sacrifice he made by taking my sins and dying on the cross to allow me access to heaven and the right to be called a daughter of the kingdom is really unfathomable. And in addition, he surrounds us with beauty, with singing, with children who have faith like no other, and His Spirit moves within us enabling us to serve one another.<br /><br />I am humbled. I am convicted. I am saved! Around me is pain and confusion. Around me is strife and discontent. This world is fighting against the very creator who made made us and offers His free salvation. BUT: my soul is quiet within me. I am calm, resting, truly RESTING, in the arms of my Saviour.<br /><br />So, what will I remember from this Easter? I suspect that I won't soon forget the inconvenience of being on bedrest with 4 children, or the unease I experience every time I take a pain pill, or the extreme pain I am in when it is time for my next dose. I hope I won't forget the beauty of the family of God serving one another and taking care of me and my family. BUT, what I really want to cherish in my heart from this Easter is the quiet I have experienced beforehand. The glory of the birds, the beauty of the flowers, the cool of the wind through my bedroom window. God has revealed himself to me this year in a way which I would not have experienced had I been going about my normal duties as a wife/mom/working woman.<br /><br />While, I truly pray this bedrest and pain end soon, I am thankful for the time of rest and reflection. He is risen? Oh yes, He is risen, INDEED!<br /><br />Happy Easter 2009,<br /><br />Blessed to be woj, and momofkrit,<br />KTmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-39338090092300230502009-04-01T17:48:00.003-04:002009-04-01T18:04:02.298-04:00finally happened and I need your help!So we've joked about it for years now. My husband likes to push the envelope. He has taken on the judges, the courts, the state and he's usually won too. But we knew one of these times he would push too hard and find himself in contempt. <br /><br />Yup, contempt and sent to jail!! I was silent when he called me and I finally told him to use the time wisely and try to find some good clients while he was there because there was no way I had the money to bail him out! :-) <br /><br />So I packed up the kids, put some ice on my sore shoulder and we went to the Big House to visit him. He gave me the name of a good attorney to call and of course when I called Joe Shark, his office said he was away on Spring Break, fishing probably! <br /><br />Here is where things stand right now. My hubby is scrounging for clients during yard time and I've got the kids counting change trying to collect enough money to make bail. If you feel inclined to help please send a few dollars in an envelope to the address listed below. Thank you for your support and I will keep you posted.<br /><br />Bail Out Money<br />c/o Katie April Fool's Martin<br />123 Fooled-you Street<br />Laughing, PA 40109momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-33536047035850978392009-03-23T21:45:00.003-04:002009-03-23T22:12:25.196-04:00Mom Quiz1. What is something mom always says to you? <br />Kyle - I love you<br />Rhia -Sorry we don't have any food<br />Iain - Go do stuff for me<br />Teagan - Clean up the toy room<br /><br />2. what makes mom happy?<br />Kyle - When she know we have a clean car/house<br />Rhia - When she takes a nap<br />Iain - When we clean up the toy room<br />Teagan - When I give her a kiss<br /><br />3. What makes mom sad?<br />Kyle - When we don’t obey her<br />Rhia - When the house is not clean<br />Iain - She's never sad<br />Teagan - When we don't obey her<br /><br />4. How does your mom make you laugh?<br />Kyle - She doesn’t usually<br />rhia - she raps<br />Iain - She raps<br />Teagan - when she giggles me<br /><br />5. What was your mom like as a child?<br />Kyle -Umm…a show off?<br />Rhia - I have no idea, little?<br />Iain - she liked playing<br /><br />6. How old is your mom?<br />Kyle -53 no no no, 34<br />Rhia - 35<br />Iain - 35<br />Teagan - 35<br /><br />7. How tall is your mom?<br />Kyle - 4 feet<br />Rhia - 5 feet, no I think 7 feet<br />Iain - 10 feet<br />Teagan - BIG<br /><br />8. What is her favorite thing to do?<br />Kyle - Be with us<br />Rhia - take naps<br />Iain - color<br />Teagan - lay down<br /><br />9. What does your mom do when you're not around?<br />Kyle- Go to starbucks<br />Rhia - Take naps<br />Iain - work<br />Teagan - clean up the toy room<br /><br />10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?<br />Kyle -Giving me most of the money<br />Rhia - being funny<br />Iain - getting rich<br />Teagan - singing<br /><br />11. What is your mom really good at?<br />Kyle - Baking<br />Rhia - coloring<br />Iain - cleaning<br />Teagan - doing the "puter" (computer)<br /><br />12. What is your mom not very good at?<br />Kyle - Making good food that we like<br />Rhia - following instructions for the road - like maps<br />Iain - sports<br />Teagan - I don't know<br /><br />13. What does your mom do for her job?<br />Kyle - Takes Talks to mrs. Baumann and rejoices when she gets a phone<br />Rhia -Helps the school<br />Iain - Helps the school<br />Teagan - dishes<br /> <br />14. What is your mom's favorite food?<br />Kyle - Gross stuff<br />Rhia - quiche<br />Iain - chicken<br />Teagan - pizza<br /><br />15. What makes you proud of your mom?<br />Kyle - When she helps us<br />Rhia - I don't know<br />Iain - Because she's my mom<br />Teagan - she likes bears<br /><br />16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?<br />Kyle - Gray matter (ben 10 alien)<br />Rhia - sleeping beauty<br />Iain - Handy Manny<br />Teagan - Cinderella<br /><br />17. What do you and your mom do together?<br />Kyle - Fight, argue and have fun.<br />Rhia - We talk and watch TV<br />Iain - Play games<br />Teagan - Go to sleep and take naps<br /><br />18. How are you and your mom the same?<br />Kyle - We’re both humans and love each other.<br />Rhia - we both have red hair<br />Iain - We have the same skin<br />Teagan - We like McDonald's<br /><br />19. How are you and your mom different?<br />Kyle - I’m a boy<br />Rhia - She likes different food than me<br />Iain - she has red hair and I don't<br />Teagan - I don't know<br /><br />20. How do you know your mom loves you? <br />Kyle - She takes care of us<br />Rhia - She says she does<br />Iain - She does stuff for me<br />Teagan - She makes me happy<br /><br /><br />21. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?<br />Kyle - Anywhere, but is has to be with us.<br />Rhia - go to school<br />Iain - to the store, probably Walmart<br />Teagan - Pizza Hutmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-28194160885887241052009-03-12T20:57:00.002-04:002009-03-12T21:20:16.836-04:00My baby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXl8C90tgihasfxaNG6rv-JRFrcADuQCa65rtqkfV7LFvbtdhHPbETG-MZxP675wi6EiODXHTaV9LLcQTXVBUpadTH9w9gqqZsOMfhObQJ7EslgZO20_MNOY_RXPcFxXkl_XAM4YI9BCk/s1600-h/Teagan.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312470274512600514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXl8C90tgihasfxaNG6rv-JRFrcADuQCa65rtqkfV7LFvbtdhHPbETG-MZxP675wi6EiODXHTaV9LLcQTXVBUpadTH9w9gqqZsOMfhObQJ7EslgZO20_MNOY_RXPcFxXkl_XAM4YI9BCk/s400/Teagan.jpg" /></a> So...after arriving at the hospital on march 11, 2009, I was given a bed and heard the best words ever...WE'RE KEEPING YOU...I was so relieved. My baby was finally going to be born.<br /> Epidural was great. Slept till morning. Hooked up the get me going drugs and then I met the DR. It was not my dr. but rather the on call lady. She was NOT nice. In fact, she was mean to me. She yelled at my Mom (who yelled back), and she told me I couldn't hold my baby's new bear (which I kept holding) and she told me to stop breathing the way I was breathing (which had helped me deliver 3 babies already). From that moment on, I relied on my nurses, my mom and my sister, and just trusted in God for the rest of my delivery. <br /><br />Teagan Hope Anastasia Martin was born on March 11, 2005. She was around 8 pounds and somewhere between 19 and 21 inches long. It was early afternoon. <br /><br />Here are the important details. SHE HAD BLACK HAIR! Uhh...there was no switching she hadn't left the room. How did my baby get black hair? My previous 3 babies had unmistakable red hair from birth on. How did the 4th come out so different?<br /><br />A true blessing from God. The black hair was just the beginning of Teagan saying, hey I'm here and I'm different and I'm going to let you know that I am here. She is wonderful. Her personality is so charming, and her love of life is contagious. Unless she is hurt, that girl always has a smile on her face. She was the easiest baby and she slept through the night at 8 weeks. My other kids didn't sleep through the night till after they were 1. She didn't walk till she was almost 2 and she didn't talk till she was 3. But that child has completed our family in a way we never imagined. God was so good to send her to us and allow her to be so different and unique.<br /><br />Teagan is the smile of our family. I pray that she will grow into a woman of God who is always able smile and is able to share her joy with others.<br /><br />So Very Blessed to be,<br />MomofTeags,<br />KTmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-86518357509237773532009-03-12T20:00:00.005-04:002009-03-12T20:46:06.108-04:00Teagan is 4<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBlxNNQxHI3bDgl3rzd_HfnS5GNqG6Modj7LLJCheL8Nd8jLywCXtlD0w8aLjIo17R2I9ZIvFj5TZIE5o6_34MfQ0fxA1IR1ANOvrm5W4vy1AyybGEZYjJ6uW5_y1mSWFHmDUspohRS0/s1600-h/Teags+at+xbucks.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312462593812243666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBlxNNQxHI3bDgl3rzd_HfnS5GNqG6Modj7LLJCheL8Nd8jLywCXtlD0w8aLjIo17R2I9ZIvFj5TZIE5o6_34MfQ0fxA1IR1ANOvrm5W4vy1AyybGEZYjJ6uW5_y1mSWFHmDUspohRS0/s320/Teags+at+xbucks.jpg" /></a> We started the day by heading to her favorite spot:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQdIlQXC7OkTchgjsLGQigPtYYlPbsR5lWUgcM4Iw6pQR79hGIHfZ8KcupYS4RBOzPYQzGkzpSDESwD0mGHFvtVHkYV9LZwfrBXEUapzGhaiesWMEixGdjwqwFzGYwxWro3gTKCFuEu0/s1600-h/mommy+and+teags+at+starbucks.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312462405519416242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQdIlQXC7OkTchgjsLGQigPtYYlPbsR5lWUgcM4Iw6pQR79hGIHfZ8KcupYS4RBOzPYQzGkzpSDESwD0mGHFvtVHkYV9LZwfrBXEUapzGhaiesWMEixGdjwqwFzGYwxWro3gTKCFuEu0/s320/mommy+and+teags+at+starbucks.jpg" /></a> STARBUCKS...she loves the buck. When she was a baby, I used a trip to starbucks as my escape. I'd grab the baby and head out for a break. When you have other kids, taking the baby with you is a break. Go figure. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluqFiAgiw_VIP1ITzioP816Ghla0yrHFFFllKpbzic0_HwJseK5OSRm64vIjxjXpYppCIcd7UcIfluUQeoUy7Wm6thDFSsjTFQvLlPG5bRJUwBIUA5u_CREj7PLsWkxqxUDUobiEa-x4/s1600-h/my+new+bear.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312462402407118594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluqFiAgiw_VIP1ITzioP816Ghla0yrHFFFllKpbzic0_HwJseK5OSRm64vIjxjXpYppCIcd7UcIfluUQeoUy7Wm6thDFSsjTFQvLlPG5bRJUwBIUA5u_CREj7PLsWkxqxUDUobiEa-x4/s320/my+new+bear.jpg" /></a> After a drink and a snack we headed to Build-A-Bear. While she has a bear, she was just a baby when she "built" it. Just Teags and Mommy building her bear! Wow...we had fun. She immediately picked the panda and quickly chose the outfit to match. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2oFbeOiY_MhU9tYqThQkUJ90Pw5Dye6xZDQFIoBFLs1C6-mene9pG2rRi07MiWuLMnW6FQSjP6bNQPTCZ8kn4_zq-rE-fiqCWPchJeoGd4pWC-qyGfGcTQ93gVu8pdwt7vFNJySlH4c/s1600-h/making+the+bear.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312462394696382114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2oFbeOiY_MhU9tYqThQkUJ90Pw5Dye6xZDQFIoBFLs1C6-mene9pG2rRi07MiWuLMnW6FQSjP6bNQPTCZ8kn4_zq-rE-fiqCWPchJeoGd4pWC-qyGfGcTQ93gVu8pdwt7vFNJySlH4c/s320/making+the+bear.jpg" /></a> Step on the pump and fill the bear. Add a heart and sow it up. We love build-a-bear!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGuH6WSuZb5pnJEvqC22K8O-RfuO9yXLDqPtk4Mav8YZvtrxEvEZodiAz5ZD_P7_2NLdytcmcuL85gbY_s7LUUuMdmYrrlfgChN3LDPx_spw8cXLC2kGSN5gOukw1gGC2P5oSMZujvcY/s1600-h/look+they+work.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312462388166760018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGuH6WSuZb5pnJEvqC22K8O-RfuO9yXLDqPtk4Mav8YZvtrxEvEZodiAz5ZD_P7_2NLdytcmcuL85gbY_s7LUUuMdmYrrlfgChN3LDPx_spw8cXLC2kGSN5gOukw1gGC2P5oSMZujvcY/s320/look+they+work.jpg" /></a> After we got our new bear, Julie, we stopped by those rides in the middle of the mall. I've entitled this picture WOW...they move! You see, I never put money in these things so she didn't really know they move. (Hey, at 75 cents a pop, I can't afford to let all the kids ride on these things!)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Mw672K2j-meE0twQxpHeYHwcwITPqYyXLqFyG5-iyMmMMnZHdKQ-gBYinXg5i1uPC8vdpWvjdY9MCn19bEedZ-St4n9fy4kMdHY_EGiYNJLanU4rgc8whfM8svRNOuTnsWjofDfVZIo/s1600-h/princess+cookie.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312462379569566802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Mw672K2j-meE0twQxpHeYHwcwITPqYyXLqFyG5-iyMmMMnZHdKQ-gBYinXg5i1uPC8vdpWvjdY9MCn19bEedZ-St4n9fy4kMdHY_EGiYNJLanU4rgc8whfM8svRNOuTnsWjofDfVZIo/s320/princess+cookie.jpg" /></a> Another specialty...a normal size cookie from the food court WITH a princess castle on it. (IF we get cookies, I get the buy 3 get 1 free of the mini size!)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ryRMt45fxVrSw_UTqz1Mib44L41UaZyG5RJ7DWYVRKTPA1SPf7PfDDUsC_N_1OIznzH03xoQzMPBLjUOKrvhd1Q3405_jmPPTt_lBeEQhxZ2QY_a4Bk6G6pyE0gzdFAAd-cDIMVssTg/s1600-h/cake.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312456783100159186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ryRMt45fxVrSw_UTqz1Mib44L41UaZyG5RJ7DWYVRKTPA1SPf7PfDDUsC_N_1OIznzH03xoQzMPBLjUOKrvhd1Q3405_jmPPTt_lBeEQhxZ2QY_a4Bk6G6pyE0gzdFAAd-cDIMVssTg/s320/cake.jpg" /></a> Then off to school where we had a party with her friends!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwT1kyb8VWc0Tq5nVl3RimTsw8dyEsR5JoiqZv7hBazbY40pWXu2Kb-mizXPDazGzUeMLqZq0s1DMBd3KpsJ7_Ch2kbKJHmM5xJNxfYuwqsfDLafLl1870__5BaIYryIhp_9eB4Kx1RVM/s1600-h/teagan+and+iain.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312456799410367474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwT1kyb8VWc0Tq5nVl3RimTsw8dyEsR5JoiqZv7hBazbY40pWXu2Kb-mizXPDazGzUeMLqZq0s1DMBd3KpsJ7_Ch2kbKJHmM5xJNxfYuwqsfDLafLl1870__5BaIYryIhp_9eB4Kx1RVM/s320/teagan+and+iain.jpg" /></a> After a delicious meal at her favorite restaurant, McDonald's, we headed home to open gifts. Thanks for the book Iain!.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdZsaDQvOckDkht81gPVK8tLR5ciGU7Xuh7UezNsYW_m_851B00gB-kwfU3JoKIs3TQq2LamU3e99gslKQeelY_vALnMIXaP7SfbrVPZWTIgXOoJvHRXJgCgzLuL8xSU3LJcZ_wSikV6k/s1600-h/Rhia+and+teags.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312456792083985378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdZsaDQvOckDkht81gPVK8tLR5ciGU7Xuh7UezNsYW_m_851B00gB-kwfU3JoKIs3TQq2LamU3e99gslKQeelY_vALnMIXaP7SfbrVPZWTIgXOoJvHRXJgCgzLuL8xSU3LJcZ_wSikV6k/s320/Rhia+and+teags.jpg" /></a> Sisters, Sisters, Rhia gave her a Max and Ruby DVD. It doesn't get any better than that! <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXY_UauqHpPCaZzDRvntaX3W1PQ-GIP4p9UTY_yhR5oHJwk87tiUZV9KSO_DY36SI5m5Qq57IbRQq5LJvmin0ZslH1rxwEh3xqtbx12-NxZdKYQMYrXcvCTSwbRQyskL7BziIrACOKC0/s1600-h/kyle+and+teags.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312456787253948450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXY_UauqHpPCaZzDRvntaX3W1PQ-GIP4p9UTY_yhR5oHJwk87tiUZV9KSO_DY36SI5m5Qq57IbRQq5LJvmin0ZslH1rxwEh3xqtbx12-NxZdKYQMYrXcvCTSwbRQyskL7BziIrACOKC0/s320/kyle+and+teags.jpg" /></a> My big brother, Kyle. She loves her big brother. Kyle gave her the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse book!! <br /><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt635OgqRGMCaSBk3ZvpnPZa-rT8Zaj8tc82ANuUsEC7iHF5Tgc_TKRXoOWY6ge7POwQ0oP82l_9tOvQyJ8hqNOkYyNIn3TKs-SdqkXmdaDIvW408SFYLykFIYqcV8fXVynIFeUrIBLYg/s1600-h/4+kids.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312456801027113826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt635OgqRGMCaSBk3ZvpnPZa-rT8Zaj8tc82ANuUsEC7iHF5Tgc_TKRXoOWY6ge7POwQ0oP82l_9tOvQyJ8hqNOkYyNIn3TKs-SdqkXmdaDIvW408SFYLykFIYqcV8fXVynIFeUrIBLYg/s320/4+kids.jpg" /></a> My precious babies. </div><div> </div><div>Blessed momofkrit,</div><div>KT</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-83679229402179383892009-03-12T19:42:00.002-04:002009-03-12T20:00:06.661-04:00March 11, 2005 Part 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLUZTWCzMqBub0UZq-ZBV7w_EFlwGMjvIX3q3WGkC_RqbllTLWa7a89t6cwO6p6WC_OPFIamqX6s9A-SSCBZTIJ_M3bdo7AQi08s6JdO5SbsSpPmsBevpoJ_20MMpNMZttONhguNNjjI/s1600-h/Emme+and+Teags+as+baby.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312450965165810450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLUZTWCzMqBub0UZq-ZBV7w_EFlwGMjvIX3q3WGkC_RqbllTLWa7a89t6cwO6p6WC_OPFIamqX6s9A-SSCBZTIJ_M3bdo7AQi08s6JdO5SbsSpPmsBevpoJ_20MMpNMZttONhguNNjjI/s320/Emme+and+Teags+as+baby.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Baby Teagan just an hour old. Don't I look amazing for just having given birth! Got to love modern day deliveries.momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-35046642004464685772009-03-12T19:41:00.002-04:002009-03-12T19:59:49.285-04:00March 11, 2005 Part 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_LWz9luNeGb9sfjSd_Mimym1x_XKZmmbFCCE-QsfXvngn7VLC3dAOYWBwTx0yuQHBjB03wUK3uf1CN3YmujJiCyMI0UId9yTGcq1bT3yPyOogsOUcxsi3jkZaFGep9WvtJT-q796pM8/s1600-h/teags+birth+day.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312450802417392610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_LWz9luNeGb9sfjSd_Mimym1x_XKZmmbFCCE-QsfXvngn7VLC3dAOYWBwTx0yuQHBjB03wUK3uf1CN3YmujJiCyMI0UId9yTGcq1bT3yPyOogsOUcxsi3jkZaFGep9WvtJT-q796pM8/s320/teags+birth+day.jpg" /></a> Ok, ok so I'm the half/awake one in the back and the beautiful lady holding my baby is my sister Erin. The other beautiful lady is my mom who is holding Aubrie who was 3 at the time. Rhia was 3 and Iain was almost 2. Kyle is sitting on a bed reading...shocking...he was 5. The handsome guy is my great hubby! <br /><div></div>momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-58972550454236207902009-03-10T23:18:00.004-04:002009-03-11T00:08:40.255-04:00sorry, no beds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYO_M8DdxN2RjMzbclKmVes3y3hq4aU7bNkWdSXHdrMnjrF7RwYL2dA2tsERt4h-kULa7_q_iGVmWKCCJ3JhXtaVMy3fKySKi0nCqKraHPRETtKv2sRvRi6_JwPsneCsNI1OMFFmuZPM4/s1600-h/kt+side+view+pg+teags.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311777094112141570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYO_M8DdxN2RjMzbclKmVes3y3hq4aU7bNkWdSXHdrMnjrF7RwYL2dA2tsERt4h-kULa7_q_iGVmWKCCJ3JhXtaVMy3fKySKi0nCqKraHPRETtKv2sRvRi6_JwPsneCsNI1OMFFmuZPM4/s320/kt+side+view+pg+teags.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhec0ba0BnzgUbPaMgRyBrddJmwh5sdp3n-uF-UcC2UUJaRBRJsdjUXM8lRUidBTuZv32PWUq1jat_80W1p32yDpr-1HXG7kF4Wk9Xpf_OTyh6foT8hf8n97iu1uYocufVIwjaF9pUZnQ/s1600-h/kt+front+pg+teags.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311775739322939442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhec0ba0BnzgUbPaMgRyBrddJmwh5sdp3n-uF-UcC2UUJaRBRJsdjUXM8lRUidBTuZv32PWUq1jat_80W1p32yDpr-1HXG7kF4Wk9Xpf_OTyh6foT8hf8n97iu1uYocufVIwjaF9pUZnQ/s320/kt+front+pg+teags.JPG" border="0" /></a> YIKES!!!! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jAYjm-xY-7sYczJZchu3zb59zmQyYn60oW0PBzc8A1_z9T8e31jq5Dk6aQO9TiKdSNfHk9Y-UL7QqZsiqImvamXhSkKEdR6AcHp6zGddMeS3mdrOiMMRMOpSOdu7RxqLq95bZFfGWvw/s1600-h/kt+pg+side+teags.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311775743872388626" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jAYjm-xY-7sYczJZchu3zb59zmQyYn60oW0PBzc8A1_z9T8e31jq5Dk6aQO9TiKdSNfHk9Y-UL7QqZsiqImvamXhSkKEdR6AcHp6zGddMeS3mdrOiMMRMOpSOdu7RxqLq95bZFfGWvw/s320/kt+pg+side+teags.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div>4 years ago today I woke very early and very excited to have a baby. I'd been waiting for 9 months for this day. My induction had been scheduled a month earlier and the bags were packed, the nursery was ready, the kids were taken care of, the relatives were in town, and I WAS READY!<br /><br />So at 6:00 am, I'm dressed with make-up on, my nails done, and my hair fixed. And I waited.....and waited...check the directions...."PLEASE BE READY BY 6:00am. THE LABOR AND DELIVERY ADMISSIONS OFFICE WILL CALL YOU WHEN IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO COME IN. so I waited...and paced...and waited...started to worry. After all, I'm 9 months pregnant and ready to get this baby out! Oh, and by the way...I'm hungry and can't eat.<br /><br />8:00 I give up and called... just to check. Sure enough, I was on the list and they would call me when they were ready for us to come in.<br /><br />9:00 still waiting...still pregnant... and still hungry...<br /><br />10:00 THE PHONE RINGS! "Mrs. Martin, I'm sorry but there are no beds available today. We have moved you to the list for tomorrow. Please follow the same directions you received for today's scheduled induction. Have a nice day."<br /><br />HAVE A NICE DAY???<br /><br />Let me ask you... Exactly what is a 9 months pregnant lady supposed to do on the day of her scheduled induction when the induction will now not take place? Seriously, I've already done the false labor get sent home from the hospital thing 2 days before. How can I wait till tomorrow morning to even get started on this delivery process? I thought I was going to meet my baby today...<br /><br />That was a long day. A very long day. My Mom and sister Amy were great at keeping me occupied. I still remember walking through T.J.Maxx trying to stay busy and glaring at the people who looked at me and were pointing. After all, this was my 4th baby and I was full term. Large doesn't really describe it and waddle is a nice description of my gait. After shopping, we went to Wendy's. I ordered chili and asked for several extra hot sauce packets to add to my lunch. They say spicy helps! Then that afternoon, I added a few drops of the desperate woman's guide to induce labor: blue cohosh. There was NO way I was going to not make it into that hospital the next day.<br /><br />That afternoon with spices and blue cohosh and raspberry tea swirling in my stomach I crawled into my bed to try to sleep away some of the long hours till 6:00 am. By evening my plan had worked. I was contracting! Yeah...I was really having contractions!!! Between 8:00 and midnight I had contractions and tucked my kids into bed and called Miss Lindsay to come and help.<br /><br />At midnight I called the dr...and we all crawled into the car headed for the hospital. This time, with contractions coming and my induction scheduled in less than 8 hours I was determind that 1 of those beds WOULD BE MINE!!! Finally this very long day that was supposed to be my child's birthday had passed.<br /><br />momofkri,<br />KT</div></div></div>momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-33805558313843847552009-03-09T20:14:00.002-04:002009-03-09T20:32:57.813-04:00randomOne of these days I'm going to write down all my grand thoughts on my 3 week break from life.<br /><br />Ok so as for today:<br />*Tonight, Rhia went with her grandparents to Crosslands (a retirement home) for a monthly Vespers service. They sing songs and tell a Bible Story and do various other things. Tonight Rhia actually said her poem for all the older people at Vespers! I am so proud of her. <br /><br />*Yesterday, the kids were putting on a play. Rhia was the director for a change. (I'm not sure where Kyle was or how Rhia managed to be the director.) Anyway, she was trying to convince Iain to participate and it wasn't working. She finally suggested that Iain could be a shark. Iain looked somewhat interested, but when Rhia said that he could be a shark that scared Teagan, Iain took off like lightening. What is it about little boys and scaring their sisters. <br /><br />Proud moment: tonight the kids all got a special treat from their grandparents. Kyle - skittles. Rhia - peanuts, Iain - peanuts, Teagan - a pacifier lolipop. Teagan, who is in a growth spurt and keeps tripping, and dropping things, and missing the potty because she doesn't recongnize her own body, dropped her lolipop and it broke into pieces on the floor. Immediately the tears erupted from her eyes and the cries came from her mouth. Rushing to support her were ALL 3 SIBLINGS! Kyle immediately started helping her clean up the mess. Iain and Rhia both rushed in offering pieces of their candy to replace Tegan's great loss. <br /><br />Wow...once in a while my kids will do something that makes my heart melt and shows me that my kids do love each other and at least some of what I am teaching them is getting through. Praise God!<br /><br />I worked for the first time today in 3 weeks. I'm pooped and grumpy and hurting and want to go to bed but know I won't get comfortable...so...I'm blogging instead. I think I'll go raid my frig for some very yummy leftovers from all the delicious meals friends have brought for us. Of course that won't help me fit into my pretty purple bridesmaid dress in August. Oh..the age old dilema...to eat or not to eat....<br /><br />Pondering,<br />momofkrit,<br />KTmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-21008543921777061442009-03-07T19:54:00.004-05:002009-03-07T21:01:16.583-05:00Kyle does Fine ArtsIn traditional form, Kyle performed his poem at Fine Arts this year with passion, and clarity. This is his 3rd year reciting a poem for the annual Fine Arts Festival at Tall Oaks Classical School. For a child who loves the stage, this particular requirement comes quite naturally for Kyle. Still, each year the poems increase in difficulty and and length and require more stage presence and better articulation and performance skill. This year he recited Armies in the Fire by Robert Louis Stevenson. A tough poem to bring to life, but he did a great job! <br /><br />Proud momofkyle.,<br />KT<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzi2bTAblJgWRFhxzjlhS6joK8xmkZzn4IZUMOE3xqbUjhI-p2tIldpg0jlnRBL0I2lXElp0M9mpAGtho7m' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-82351916694986903192009-03-07T19:41:00.003-05:002009-03-07T19:53:48.453-05:00Rhia does Fine ArtsLittle Miss Rhia, so shy, so quiet...YOU GO GIRL.<br />This is the girl that managed to get through the entire first year of preschool without talking. During her second year of preschool she actually talked a few times.<br />In kindergarten she learned to stand tall and actually speak words out loud. She did really well and was a great leader. This year was a big step for her. At the ripe old age of 7 she was asked to memorize a 90 word poem and recite it on a stage with a microphone in front of an audience!!<br /><br />She memorized The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson. She did a great job. You may not understand every word, and you may not be overwhelmed with her stage presence, and you may not say she has a future in public speaking; but you can't deny that this girl has overcome many of her fears and has accomplished a great feat!! <br /><br />Proud momofrhia,<br />KT<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzSIY4Ci3CQVzznkRH6ARw3isSp8SfKQ-9-8d-j-p64F40EEOwXGPlZjuvzAhl7M0OjAktdNRTodT2mVF-2DA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-64121384034939867872009-03-07T19:35:00.002-05:002009-03-07T19:41:42.638-05:00Iain does Fine Arts<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxjo1R0eTWMItMopsid_hDjPzVA3uuVC_5Bl-8AJlpCT_PE5yCaG5JEbSreUhVUiF4NrjVQMu1LDJphZUgVwA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>This past week Tall Oaks Classical School hosted its annual Fine Arts Festival. The kindergarten class recited, King Alfred's War Song, based on Psalm 91. Iain is in the back right corner. Don't miss the 2 kids in front of him. What a riot. They did a great job. </p><p> </p><p>MomofIain,</p><p>KT</p>momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-38047798902059270142009-02-25T21:54:00.002-05:002009-02-25T21:57:24.470-05:00uh slight problem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2-x8jv1MOwx8ViUj2zxBTg8f_wTDmcoxcxTKirsAUbhvlLs8mbZZylPlNx0IBoacfiUum3fIXgCvDUDqsliVOrQkFV0DoIvSMqPXBKRPW07qE9G6OXgxc4UwjpXEd0AkdC0eAkaoZyCc/s1600-h/uh+teags.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306934378249411826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2-x8jv1MOwx8ViUj2zxBTg8f_wTDmcoxcxTKirsAUbhvlLs8mbZZylPlNx0IBoacfiUum3fIXgCvDUDqsliVOrQkFV0DoIvSMqPXBKRPW07qE9G6OXgxc4UwjpXEd0AkdC0eAkaoZyCc/s320/uh+teags.jpg" border="0" /></a> So daddy is at a meeting. I'm laid up on the couch unable to move or pick up anything. Teags falls asleep standing up leaning against me. What should I do???<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGmuDrM7F_aeqftEd9_pMqJH-qWWNKUVAa42Ozibq1YOjebLXf-_iuALOsf3X4Id6YaAFyvx2ePuzbeHjj-t1diRrIriAvFQG7h5CVLoKNNZ41DvKzQKCXNfoh_c_FVspEe4BteKApOk/s1600-h/what+should+i+do.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306934374616814802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGmuDrM7F_aeqftEd9_pMqJH-qWWNKUVAa42Ozibq1YOjebLXf-_iuALOsf3X4Id6YaAFyvx2ePuzbeHjj-t1diRrIriAvFQG7h5CVLoKNNZ41DvKzQKCXNfoh_c_FVspEe4BteKApOk/s320/what+should+i+do.jpg" border="0" /></a> Any ideas? <br /><br />KYLE TO THE RESCUE...He moves the computer. Picks up her feet and plops her on the couch! YEAH KYLE!!! <br /><br />Poor girl..momofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-53859036139494329922009-02-25T21:44:00.003-05:002009-02-25T21:54:05.891-05:00When Dad plays Mr. MomSo I've been laid up now for over a week. <br />Nutshell - did something bad last saturday Feb 14th to my neck. Now have pain in neck, shoulder, right arm and spine. I've been in and out of dr. offices and x-rays and scheduling MRI's and calling PT people etc. <br /><br />anyway, I can't do anything around the house since I can't move and am in great pain and on loopy meds. <br /><br />In come Mr. Mom: poor guy. He got the flu last week from taking me to the dr. office. Now's he's busy driving the kids all around trying to keep up with there schedules as well as his work. And he is trying to do housework and keep things moving at home. Did I mention we've had kids home from school at various times as well with the flu? <br /><br />This afternoon pretty much summed it up. He met the kids at karate, after Mrs. Baines, who has been AWESOME, dropped them off. Unfortunately, when iain took Teags to the bathroom she didn't make it in time. So she peed her pants. and then he had to bring her home, pick up dinner on the way, give her a shower, run back and get Kyle, bring him home, eat quickly, and run to a meeting, get home at 9:00 carry Teags up to bed, go back out to the store to get Goodnight's for Iain, come home wake Iain, switch laundry, put away dishes, and then sit down to do legal work. Boy it is tough to be Mom AND dad. i sure couldn't do it. <br /><br />If you see my hubby...give him a hug and tell him he's doing a great job! Better yet, send him an e-mail and encourage him! He really is being just wonderful and I love him so much.<br /><br />Thanks to all who have helped with food and transportation and childcare! <br />Mrs. Ferro, Mrs. eckman, Mrs. Baines - you all ROCK!! <br /><br />Here's to making the potty on time, getting homework done, having clean uniforms for school, and making all my dr. appts! <br /><br />Blessed to be WOJ!! and mom of krit,<br />KTmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-50995523521774939962009-02-21T08:51:00.003-05:002009-02-21T08:58:28.315-05:00reclaiming the roostSo you've heard the term, the chicken has flown the coop. Today, I am going to coin the term reclaiming the roost. See, my house looks like I, the chicken, have flown the coop. However, my arm is feeling better, my cough has subsided and it is time to start clucking.<br /><br />We are going to cluck through the kitchen and find the counters.<br />We are going to cluck through the living room and disinfect the couch.<br />We are going to cluck through the laundry room and once we reach the washer, we'll start it.<br />We are going to cluck through the bathrooms and rediscover the joy of sitting with peace.<br />We are going to cluck through the bedrooms and make the beds.<br />We are going to cluck through the toy rooms and hope to make it to the other side.<br /><br />Off to find my little chicks and make them cluck.... (oh this will be fun...)<br />Reclaiming the roost,<br />KTmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355999512658485021.post-53940336370087033602009-02-19T12:58:00.003-05:002009-02-19T13:12:09.200-05:00The truth about painI am 35 years old. Oh my word, did I just admit that out loud. How appaling. Actually, I don't care. I'll tell you my weight if you want to know. :-) Anyway, my point. I am a rather healthy 35 year old woman. I have 4 children. Yeah, yeah, you all know this, I know just stick with me. I gave birth to 4 children. There was a lot of pain involved in childbirth. I have broken 2 bones in the last 10 years. I fell while pregnant with my Kyle and broke my left arm. Very fun. I fell while roller skating last year with my kids, actually, Kyle, and broke a bone in my right arm. Very fun. There is a lot of pain involved in broken bones.<br /><br />Here is my point...I have a high tolerance for pain. I say this without pride. Truly, I used to take pride in my high tolerance for pain, but no more and here's why.<br /><br />Last weekend, I enjoyed a lovely Valentine Dinner with my hubby and sisters and their hubby's in Lancaster. Following our great dinner we stopped by to pick up our kids at my aunt's house. (Thanks Caite for watching my kids!) Poor kids were wiped out and sound asleep. I leaned down and picked up Teagan from her sleeping bag and POOF. Pulled muscle in my neck.<br />OUCH! <br />GOt the kids home and into bed and tried to get comfortable myself. My neck was really sore and in fact, I couldn't move it. My whole shoulder was hurting. The next morning, I was in bad shape. Couldn't move or turn, although I kept trying. Finally I called the dr. and decided to go in for a visit. My hubby drove me since I couldn't drive. <br />The dr. asked lots of questions and then began the process of feeling my neck and trying to move it. In the process I began to feel quesy and dizzy. Next thing I knew, my head was between my legs and she was using SMELLING SALTS to revive me. <br /><br />WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED? I tolerated the pain till it really hurt and then passed out.<br /><br />Here's the deal folks. If you have a high tolerence for pain, that means that pain doesn't feel the same for you as it might for others. However, when you do feel pain, which admittedly is severe, you have no pain management skills and you are a complete wuss. <br /><br />So, if you, like me, have a high pain tolerance, be careful lest you fall or strech or pull...once the pain does hit...you are likely to pass out and make a complete fool of yourself in the doctor office. <br />(Plus, in the process you will manage to infect yourself and your hubby with the flu by being in the dr. office.) <br /><br />High Pain Tolerance = total pain wuss<br /><br />Learning Life's lessons the hard way,<br />KTmomofkrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13862581101233372097noreply@blogger.com0