Football Season

I have always told my boys that I would never let them play football. I can't stand the thought of them getting seriously injured. I had Ky so scared that he didn't dare play football with his friends during recess, for fear that I would find out.

I thought about all the sports Ky could play instead of football. I thought maybe he could play hockey instead, but I talked to one of the coaches and he just laughed when I asked if it was less rough than football. I got the point. We tried gymnastics, he was good, but I always worried that he would hit his neck and be paralyzed for life. We tried baseball a couple of months ago and nothing breaks a mothers heart more, then to see her son strike out every single time he is up to bat. We tried Soccer when Ky was younger. He kept coming out and telling me that there was too much running.

I think every father dreams of having their son play football. Don has seen my football restriction and has been afraid that his sons would never play football. Then a couple of weeks ago I showed some sign of weakness and before I knew it, Ky was signed up for football. Now I am the one that has to take him to practices and sit for two hours while all these boys are taught how to be men or manly or something like that.

The sickest thing is that I figure Ky will try football, hate it and never want to play again.

So today they wore their equipment for the first time during practice and I wasn't surprised that he got hurt. He came out crying. He said that a boy rammed him in the chest with his helmet. He couldn't believe that someone would ram into him hard he thought it would just be a gentle little tap. In my mind I was thinking, "and?" I thought for sure he would tell me how much he hated football and that he was ready to quit. Instead, I heard him telling a friend that he will probably play next year.

So is it because I have made the sport so forbidden, or is there really a reason boys love football so much? This is only the first week. So we will see what Ky thinks about it after a few weeks. I still have hope that he will try football and hate it.

Husbandisms

My cousin Katrina Husband tagged me.

1. What is your husband's name? Donald Kenneth Jerry Moore

2. How long have you guys been together? We met in 94. We started dating March 1996 We have been married 12 years.

3. How long did you date for? 3 months- What can I say, I was a return missionary. The Lord said "Marry him" and I did.

4. Who eats more? Don, although you can't tell. He weighs fifteen pounds more than me. Isn't that depressing?

5. Who said "I love you" first? I can't remember. I asked Don and he said he did. That's why I keep him around, he remembers things I don't. All I remember is that he wrote a note confessing his interest and my reaction was "Just don't get your hopes up."

6. Who is taller? Don

7. Who sings better? I don't know if you can call what Don does singing "http://photobydeann.blogspot.com/2008/05/tai-chi.html"

8. Who is smarter? I can't answer that. I might get in trouble with my parents.

9. Who does the laundry? me. Don pretends to fold it. I think he has done that 3 times so far.

10. Who does the dishes? Both of us.

11. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I have my own bed and he has his own. That's what happens when you let your children sleep with you.

12. Who pays the bills? He brings home the bacon and I mail it away.

13. Who mows the lawn? Don, Kyath, and neighbors who get sick of us not edging.

14. Who cooks dinner? Me. Don if it is pinto beans and spanish rice.

15. Who is more stubborn? Me.

16. Who kissed who first? Don

17.Who asked who out first? Don asked me.

18. Who proposed? Don, he kept telling me he was serious and asked me to stop laughing.

19. Who is more sensitive? Me, just ask my therapist.

20. Who has more friends? Me.

21. Who has more siblings? Don. He has four half sisters and five half brothers. Of course he didn't know about seven of them until he was a teenager. Boy was he surprised.

22. Who wears the pants in the family? We prefer shorts.



I tag Tawnie, Lorinda and Dayna.

Just a couple of thoughts...

I have been thinking more than I have been writing. But I have a few thoughts to share.

My parents came over yesterday and we talked for a very long time about my their lives and the battles they have been through. My parents are amazing. Both of my parents had issues growing up. They had plenty of reasons to resent their step-moms and their fathers. Not once growing up did my parents ever paint a picture of a rough childhood. They also made sure to have my grandmas and grandpas over as much as possible. They showed them respect and love.

It wasn't until I had my first child that my parents' stories came out. Boy, was I blown away. Now, years later I am still amazed at what great people my parents are and what wonderful parents they have always been to me and my brothers and sister. I am glad that my children have such a good relationship with them.

The next thought I had was that Don is so good with people. He is the one that gets people talking and sharing stories. I don't think we would have had such a long and interesting visit without his questions.

My last thought is that I hate cancer! I saw my neighbor go through Chemo and radiation. It was more than I could bear. Then my father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. He had his prostate removed and is still healing from the operation. So far he doesn't need chemo or radiation. But it has slowed him down and changed his life. Despite what my dad says, I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

Mother and Daughter

Dresden will be turning eight months on the 30th. I have enjoyed every last minute with her.

Ben's Return

My nephew Ben Devey came home from his mission last night.

Here is Heather, Amber, Brooklynn and Parker waiting to see Ben after he has been away for two years on a mission.



















Dave and Shelley picked Ben up from his mission.



Here is Parker, Heather and Ben chatting.

From left to right: Grandma, Grandpa, Amber, Porter, Kyath, Ben, Brooklynn, Shelley, Parker,Dave and Heather.


Ben, Parker, Heather, Brooklynn, and Amber.

Ben and Brooklynn

Ben and Parker


Ben and Heather

Ben and Amber

Ben and Grandpa

Ben and Grandma

Grandpa with Kyath and Porter

Grandpa and Grandma with Porter and Zander















I am glad that Ben is back. I am grateful for the example he set for my boys by serving a mission and being such a good missionary.

My Baby Is Back!

I can't hide my excitement. My camera is back from Canon repair. I have been without my camera way to long. I have had to turn down multiple photo shoots because my camera was broken. But today, MY BABY is back. I can shoot again. I can do those weddings, portraits and those candids.

I have been using just a point and shoot digital to catch Dresden growing up. I knew every day that I didn't have a camera, I was missing key moments in the lives of my family. It's an okay camera, but it is not like my baby. It frustrated me that I couldn't manipulate the camera like I wanted to.

I am just so thankful.

I'm Rich!

I had a sort of epiphany today thanks to my son, Kyath. I am rich! I am filthy rich, richer than some people would or could ever imagine. I can hear everyone that knows me, laughing and saying that I have really lost it. De Ann, rich? She can barely make her house payments. She can't even afford gas to drive from Bountiful to Salt Lake to visit her parents (But who can?). She can't even afford haircuts for her kids. I mean seriously, her husband works for the church and here she is saying that she is rich. Well, I am and I am!

Last night we were at a friend's house. My boys were playing with her kids and we were just chatting. My children have never been to her house before. Let me describe her house a little bit. She has beautiful furniture, nicely decorated rooms and a theater room to die for. There is a trampoline in back and a great flat screen TV in the family room. They drive nice cars and seem to be happy.

As I gathered up the children to leave Kyath looked at me with big eyes and whispered so only I could hear, "Are they rich?" I asked him what he meant. He went on to describe the variety of gaming systems they had, the theater room, and the trampoline in back. I can't remember what I said, but his question has been echoing in my head all day.

In Kyath's eyes, my friend IS rich. She has a lot that we don't have or ever will have. But my friend is like every other person that lived in our last neighborhood. Almost everyone had beautiful furniture, drove nice cars and had wonderful houses. (Which is why we moved so that we could fit in a little better.) Everyone enjoyed that kind of life.

My friend and all my previous neighbors probably look at the houses on the hill and thinks, "Wow, what would it be like to live that kind of life?" or "If only I had what they have."

My whole point is there is always someone that makes less than my family does and always someone that makes more than my family does. So in some one's eyes, I am rich. I have a home. I have a car. I even have a television. There is some one's child looking at us thinking "Are they rich?"

For Melanie and Katrina

Melanie's memory tag reminded me of this and I just had to post it!

Feeling Better

Things are starting to look up. The medication is kicking in and I am starting to feel like myself again.

Here is an update on all the kids-

Dresden has started crawling. It is cute to see her getting where ever she wants to go. It has made me think about what childproofing still needs to be done.

Zander is talking more. He has started playing with two neighbor girls his age and they both talk up a storm. Suddenly, Zander's vocabulary is growing and he is finally talking in sentences.

Porter stepped on a nail last night while playing at a neighbor's. He has been hopping around ever since. I feel so bad for him. I borrowed crutches from another neighbor and that has seemed to help him get around.

Kyath went to Fort Douglas with his scout troop yesterday. When I asked him what it was like, he just said that there were a lot of guns and army men. I am not sure he got all that much from it.

Sobering

I went to a therapist for the first time in my life today. I struggled whether I should write it in my blog. Who knows, maybe it will help someone someday. Maybe my thoughts will help someone that is struggling and they don't know it.

I decided that the postpartum was a little too much for me to handle. My regular doctor suggested that I see a therapist. I made the appointment and had to wait until today to see her.

The appointment began with me filling out a bunch of new patient paper work, paperwork for insurance, paperwork of the symptoms I am having, and of course the HIPA (spelling?) agreement. The rest of the appointment was Janine (my therapist) asking me different questions to narrow down exactly all the issues I am dealing with. Some questions were easier to answer than others.

But in the end the best way to describe the appointment is sombering. Sombering to actually hear my thoughts out loud. Sombering to look at my life and realize that maybe there are reasons for why I am having postpartum depression. Sombering to have Janine validate my feelings.

One of the most interesting things she said was that most of her clients that suffer from depression are women in their mid-thirties whose oldest child is nine. Hmmmmmmm. I just thought I would put it out there. So if you have an oldest child turning nine, is nine or could be nine in the future and you are in your thirties...beware.

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