Pros and Cons

With spring just around the corner I've been contemplating why I have such a hard time with the winter season. I've gotta figure out how to be happy in cold temperatures one day, cuz EVENTUALLY we will be moving back to frigid Northern Utah. So here's my attempt to look on the bright side with my winter pros and cons:

Pro:  Because of the need for hats, coats, gloves, and boots, I don't actually have to dress my children or fix their hair.

Con:  We're always late because it takes me twenty minutes to equip everyone for an Arctic exploration every time we leave the house.

Con:  Dry, itchy skin.

Pro:  LONG lavender scented baths with skin-soothing baking soda.

Pro:  Snowmen, snow angels, snow forts, and snow fun.

Con:  Snowsuits, hats, gloves, boots, snow, and mud all over the floor.

Pro:  Long winter naps

Con:  Uhh... no con...

Pro:  Warm comfort food- soups, stews, casseroles, hot cocoa...mmmmm...

Con:  Very depressing blubber pockets throughout my body

(I'm not going to share pictures of my blubber... I know you're disappointed)

 Con:  It's COLD!

Pro:  Lots of family snuggle time.

Go Away, We're Hibernating

With the cold weather and extreme pregnancy woes, we quickly ran out of exciting activities to keep busy this winter.

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I vaguely remember my pre-pregnancy life: I remember cramming the kids' days with different experiences to help them learn and just plain have fun. I remember having fun creating outfits for me and the kids and really caring what I looked like. I remember exercising two hours a day and feeling energetic. I remember looking forward to rainy days for a lazy break filled with pjs, books, shows, and relaxing. I remember being super busy, but feeling like my kids were thriving.
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Nowadays just getting off the couch all day is a real challenge. Expecting a five and two year old to understand how I feel and that it's temporary is difficult. They've been much more clingy and emotional because they're confused and scared. I have the faith that the damage won't be permanent though.

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Here's some of our cold weather adventures:

Ivy decided to potty train herself. I guess she realized all those long days cooped up at home were the perfect opportunity for potty training. And she was right, she's done wonderfully.

During those first days of training the only way she could stay dry was complete nudity. We played plenty of naked board games that week.

Soon after, she graduated to big girl undies and proudly shows them to everyone.

LONG video game marathons were had.

Thanks to the Walkers for letting us borrow their Wii Games!

I had to share Ivy's cute sweater and leg warmers her Aunt Traci made. So cute!

It's amazing how many hours of entertainment a simple cardboard box with holes cut out can give a tired, sick mama. Thank you cardboard inventors!

Pj days mean no taming the crazy morning hair. This 'do is worthy of the hall of fame.

Another great entertainer is the remote controlled helicopter. The kids begged their dad as soon as he stepped in the door to play with it. They didn't even notice as I crept up the stairs to go to bed.

I'm so lucky to have a healthy family, amazing, supportive hubby, imaginative kids who find ways to have fun with little help from me, and lots of Disney movies to babysit them all.

Snowy Days

We had a CRAZY cold, snowy winter.

It was all fun and games until almost two weeks worth of school was canceled, roads were never plowed, and we were sick of being stuck inside!

We did have a blast making snow caves and snow men, I guess snow isn't THAT bad.

The first thing Ivy said after spotting our beautiful snowman: "Can I kick it?"

Yes, she appreciates great art.

Winter in Utah

Another winter in beautiful Utah, another post with a million pictures!

I was whining and pinning to spend time with my family and Bry was stressed with finals and patients. We thought it was a brilliant plan to send me and the kids to Utah three weeks early, then Bry would meet us for another three weeks. Well, that was before the "morning sickness" that actually lasts ALL DAY LONG. I was pretty much ill and out-of-it the entire time, but thanks to help from my two awesome families, we all survived and even had some fun.

Here we are at Temple Square. It's a funny tradition. We all bundle up for the arctic expedition- which for some reason is the cruelest torture for little ones. We wade through millions of people, having to remind ourselves (while trying not to lose anyone in the group) to look up at the pretty twinkles. By this time, we can't feel our feet. But, as soon as we reach the nativity with the heavenly Tabernacle Choir carols, the Nativity narration, and the Prophet testifying of Christ as the snow gently falls, it all really feels worth the hassle. This is what traditions are all about right? They may be time consuming and annoying, but there's moments of magic, and that's what we remember in the long run anyway. I also love the hot chocolate and sweets waiting for me when we get home!

Here's the cute little puff balls ready for some winter fun.

We spent a super fun day at the Children's Museum. I wish I could live there- I'm not kidding.

My kids have so many Aunts and Uncles who love them so dang much. I hope they realize how lucky they are one day.

Our cute little Avery and Ivy.

Yeah! Daddy's here! Now the fun can REALLY begin. He helped Hyrum decorate a gingerbread masterpiece.

We all love Grandma Trump- our #1 blog fan.

Bry took the kids bowling. Hyrum not only won, but actually got a strike. Bry usually blows the competition out of the water, (yes, he really is an amazing bowler- I KNOW! What ISN'T he good at!) but he let Ivy take most of his turns. Everyone had lots of fun, and I got a great nap- perfect.

Hyrum and Bry spent a fun afternoon ice skating at Gallivan Plaza. Maybe he'll be able to let go of the railing and skate 10 inches next year.

ANOTHER birthday party for Hyrum at Arctic Circle on Christmas Eve. He's a little too used to special birthday treatment and can't understand why we don't celebrate his Birthday everyday. We love spending this time with the fam though.

On Christmas Eve at the Trump household you can count on a few things: delicious food, awesome presents, and plenty of laughter and mayhem. Yes, count them- 22 grand kids. AND 7 weren't there. It makes for a very non-boring Christmas Eve. Our little one will make the 30th grandchild.

I was so worried all Christmas Eve night. I couldn't sleep a wink.

I remember walking into the living room on Christmas morning with piles and piles of gifts under the tree and an amazing surprise from Santa- like a cool bike or CD player. It was always such an great moment and I couldn't wait to give that feeling to my kids.

Because of lack of funds, and the whole no room in the suitcase scenario, it was slim pickins. Not that our kids are deprived in ANY way (they have some grandparents who make sure they are very well provided for). It was just the scene didn't fit my memories.

As always, the kids loved it. Since we didn't have tons of gifts, I wrapped everything including the little candies and ornaments. The euphoria on Hyrum's face in the picture with the plastic fish says everything. I shouldn't have worried.

I did learn one very important lesson: don't EVER wake up Ivy. Even on Christmas morning she won't forgive you.

After presents we enjoyed a wonderful breakfast at Scott and Sue's, then headed for the Hollingsheads. We had yet another amazing meal, present-opening party, and sledding extravaganza. It was truly one of the funnest Christmas holidays I can remember.

The grand finale of our trip was my dear little sis's wedding. She got hitched to a great guy. We are so happy for them. Amy was absolutely breathtaking, but also very practical. Their visionary photographer captured amazing pictures of them months before in beautiful weather. So instead of making us lug the kids in the freezing cold slush, we just took some quick pictures with the Temple attendees and headed to the warm condo- THANK YOU AMY! Many brides (including me) would think, "it's my day and everyone can suffer for it". Not Amy, if it's not needed, it's no big deal. She's so much better than me in so many ways.

The reception was a blast (especially because uncle Golden watched the kids and took Ivy home after she threw up- thank you, thank you, thank you). The food was awesome, the decorations were amazing, and visiting with family and friends was the best thing about the whole trip. Hyrum was adorable, as soon as he arrived he gave Ivy a tour "to teach her manners." He instructed her not to touch the candles, flowers, or food. And no running of course. They both were troopers. Hyrum spent all night at the bar asking for more hot chocolate and pineapple juice.

Even though I was pretty miserable, it was still a great trip. So many people stepped up and helped and I'm so grateful. I know I say this a lot, but I'm so grateful to have such an amazing family. Life would be very different and very lonely without them.