Catching my breath

August 19th, 2014 | Posted by Brinestone in Uncategorized - (1 Comments)

Where has the summer gone? I usually don’t feel like it’s really summer unless I go camping or unless I take the kids swimming. We usually do swimming lessons, hikes, day trips.

This year? This year I had a baby, attended a wedding in Albuquerque (which was the highlight of the summer!), attended my grandpa’s funeral in Denver (oddly, another highlight because the funeral was so affirming and joyful), and moved.

Moving and I are definitely on the rocks right now. Our relationship is not doing very well. When we were young, there was something fun about moving to a better place, meeting new people, and even trying to figure out how to decorate a different space. While this move was to a much better house than our last, the move itself was so very stressful that I am not eager to ever move again. Too bad we are planning on doing exactly that in a year—to our own home, hopefully. And then we can be done. Hopefully.

As soon as I can, I will take pictures because this house really is pretty and spacious, and it has a pretty yard, and the school seems all sorts of awesome. Plus little perks like a dryer vent that is less than 30 feet long, allowing our clothes to actually dry in the dryer, as well as a stove and oven that work perfectly without any quirks. And, you guys!


I keep thinking it’s all going to come crashing down because it’s too good to be true. Now, excuse me, I have some boxes to unpack.

Introducing Robo

July 12th, 2014 | Posted by Brinestone in Kids | Uncategorized - (0 Comments)

Our fourth son, Rhys Benjamin (pronounced “Reese”), was born last Friday. He was 7 lbs. 12 oz. at birth and 21 inches long. That’s almost exactly the size Lego was at birth (one ounce lighter). He was born at 5:13 a.m. two days after his due date, which was similar to Lego as well. And whereas Lego was born on 4/4, Robo was born on 6/6. Funny how things work out.

He’s a bit of an intense little soul with a STRONG desire to suck/eat that I had a hard time keeping up with for the first few days of his life. I actually had to supplement with formula after each nursing session in order for him to be satisfied enough to go to sleep. There were a couple nights where he’d be up for three hours straight in the middle of the night and nurse twice on both sides, then eat 4 oz of formula before going back to sleep. He seems to be doing much better now, though, and I haven’t had to make a bottle in two days. Hooray!

The other three boys fight over whose turn it is to hold Robo, and Lego in particular has really stepped up his responsibility game. He even asked to change a diaper yesterday, and he did a great job.

We are all smitten with little Robo and happy to have him in our family.

Home stretch

May 1st, 2014 | Posted by Brinestone in Uncategorized - (3 Comments)

April was a whirlwind. It started off with Lego’s birthday, followed by a busy spring break, Easter, a yard sale, my brother’s BYU graduation, Lego’s baptism (which I will blog about as soon as I can get pictures onto my computer), my brother’s sealing in the temple, and my niece’s baby blessing. It’s not surprising, then, that while I felt pregnant, I didn’t have a lot of time to think about the reality that a baby is coming very soon.

Now that the craziness is over, I have May to plan, prepare, clean, and make freezer meals. And I have to admit, I’m getting excited for this new little one. I can’t wait to meet him.

It feels good to check things off my To Do before Baby list too. If he was born today, the main thing I’d be stressed about would be his name. People keep asking if we’ve picked a name yet, and the answer is a big, fat NO. No, we don’t have several options we’re thinking about. No, we don’t have much of a clue at all. Yes, we realize we are really down to the wire.

The car seat, though? That I have cleaned. The crib? Cleaned, made up, and ready. The baby’s dresser is filled with his clothes, many of which were lent by my sister. I am almost done preregistering online at the hospital. I need to sanitize the pacifiers, and I haven’t bought diapers yet, but there’s plenty of time.

One more month. It feels good.

Public Service Announcement

March 31st, 2014 | Posted by Brinestone in Uncategorized - (0 Comments)

I am now seven months pregnant, or thereabouts. And yes, I look at least eight, if you go by how other women look. The thing is, other women are often taller than I am, so they distribute the giant basketball a little more evenly than I do. I’m also rather small boned, so the baby can’t hide anywhere at all. It just sticks straight out from me in a bit of an alarming way.

Lately, I’ve had lots of people ask me when I’m due. When I say June, there’s always a subtle (or not-so-subtle) raising of eyebrows, widening of eyes, or even, “Oh, that long?” It’s a little embarrassing, but it’s nowhere near as infuriating as the people who flat-out don’t believe me.

“Just don’t have the baby here!” I won’t. I’m not due for two more months, and I believe I’ve done this before.

“[Brinestone] won’t be here for Easter.” Um, yes, I most definitely will. But when I explain that having the baby within three weeks is very, very improbable, they respond with, “Well, if you do have your baby before Easter, so-and-so can cover for you.”

I get it. Lots of women deliver prematurely. I haven’t delivered even a week early yet. This might be the one time I do, but I’m not planning on it based on the size of my belly alone.

So maybe . . . maybe don’t comment on the size of a woman’s pregnant belly at all? Maybe acknowledge that different women have different-sized babies, that different women carry their babies differently in their various shaped bodies and that the woman herself is probably a better judge of when she’ll deliver than you are.

Rant over. Now a hilarious picture of me nine months pregnant with Duplo, my second.


This morning, I had some leftover pancakes and waffles, so I warmed them up for the kids. There weren’t enough for me to have some too, so I planned on making fried eggs for me. This is how it went down:

Me: I’m making myself some fried eggs. Those are the kind that are white all around with yellow in the middle. Does anyone want one too? Now is the time to tell me.

I was asking partly because I was trying to decide how big of a frying pan to use.

Lego: Me!

Nobody else answered, so I proceeded to get out the smallest frying pan and crack three eggs into it, filling the pan. Not thirty seconds later, Duplo finished his waffles.

Duplo: I’m still hungry. Can I have an egg?

I will admit I was less than nice in explaining to him that I had asked less than a minute before whether anyone wanted one and he didn’t say anything, and now it was too late to make him an egg. I said I could make one after Lego’s and my eggs were done, but that would be about five minutes (because the pan was cool), and then it would be even longer before his were done. Besides, I would have to cook eggs twice, whereas if he had spoken up when I asked, I would have only had to do it once, and he would have his egg at the same time we would.

The eggs finished cooking, I served them up, and I asked El Guapo if he wanted an egg. He said something, but it definitely wasn’t “yes” or “I want an egg,” so I just cooked one.

Not one minute after I’d cracked Duplo’s egg into the pan, El Guapo says, “I want an egg!”

At this point, I was eating. I had been cooking, spreading stuff on pancakes, cutting food, making juice, etc., while all of them ate, and I was done cooking. Duplo’s egg was almost finished. I was not making another, and I told El Guapo so.

I offered him a bagel instead, which he took but did not eat. After Duplo got his egg, it sat uneaten on his plate. Lego had only eaten half of his. A few minutes later, El Guapo started asking for eggs again, so I told him maybe he could have one of Lego’s or Duplo’s. Lego offered him his, but El Guapo would not accept Lego’s egg; he had to have his own. Besides, he didn’t want “a white egg.”

It’s times like these where I’m teetering so close to the edge of my sanity that I wonder whether adding a baby to the mix would push me over. What would I have done if a baby had been crying to nurse, or just fussy, or needing a burp, or whatever during all of that? I guess I probably wouldn’t have made eggs in the first place and would just have had cereal. I don’t know.

I know I have worried during each of my previous pregnancies whether I will be able to handle the increased responsibility and chaos the baby will bring, but somehow this time feels different. I feel so dizzy trying to keep up with the needs of three children sometimes that I can’t imagine having anything left over. I know people do this all the time, but I have to wonder how.