Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The EVE of Christmas EVE

James was not going to be home with us this year on Christmas Eve. In fact, I am praying that he gets home in the morning before the party begins. In leau of not having James, we decided to celebrate Christmas Eve last night.

A long tradition in the Orme home, we had all available children dress up in characters from the bible. We decided that if we are going to keep celebrating Christmas away from extended family, we need to have more kids to complete the nativity.

This is an action shot. James is reading from the bible, and William is trying to get Naomi to say her line. "behold, a baby is born." She never said it.

Our mantle.

Here we have Joseph, an angel and a wise man. I thought that Scout could be baby Jesus, but there would be no "babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger" this year. She would not comply. If she could talk, she would have said, "mom...that was so six months ago." All in all, one successful nativity for 2008.

Thanksgiving 2008

13 hours may seem like a long time...but my little brother Joey and his wife Ashley didn't complain about it ONCE! They drove all through the night from Kirksville, Missouri just to spend Thanksgiving with us. It still makes me emotional when I think about what a sacrifice it must have been for them and how great, and EASY they were to entertain. Actually, we didn't even entertain. They entertained us. Every time I saw them, I threw a baby in their arms or told them to chase after a three-year old. They always complied. It was awesome. We had so much fun. My brother sure made a great choice in a wife. I was always protective of him and worried who he would marry. My worry is OVER!

Christmas Decorating...over a month ago

So, even before Thanksgiving, we pulled out the Christmas decorations. We had a fun family tree decorating party, and came up one angel on top of the tree short. Due to a money situation, we improvised. Scout. She proved to be a great angel. At least until James' arms got tired and she decided it was time to go to bed. James decided to splurge and take Jake to pick out a tree topper. They spent $2. Believe me, the star they bought was not worth a penny more. It has since broken twice and is now extra shiny due to it's own duct tape that is so lovingly holding it together.

What more can I say? William is proud of his tree.

A year of firsts for Scout.

Thanks Smooch. I love you!

Yes! I finally got my girl. I have waited 29 long years for a daughter to love the day after Thanksgiving shopping with me.. She was just as into the ads as I was. We were both in heaven.

Thursday, December 18, 2008


I really think that women have been wired for multi-tasking. I have been thinking about this a lot lately. I love to see James struggling trying to put all three kids to bed and I silently listen to his frustrated tone as he tries to juggle all the mayhem. As a mother, you do not have a choice. If anything is to ever get done, multi-tasking becomes an essential, almost innate ability.
The other day I was holding a screaming baby on one hip, tossing chicken in the pan, checking on the browning of the bread in the oven and yelling down the stairs as a five year old was yelling up the stairs trying to write a get well card for a friend at school. "How do you spell, love?" he yelled up the stairs. In between the crying, the sound of the buring, popping chicken and a three-year old running around the house, I yelled back down the staris, "L". "What next," he yelled back. "O," I responded. "What?" he reapeated. Just then I yell, "Jacob, why are you naked?" "Jacob, get your clothes on now!" "I know, I know, Naomi." "I will feed you as soon as dinner is done." "Jacob, no, you are not allowed to be a naked wrestler." "Yes, William, an O." "I am almost done Naomi, just hold on." "Crap, the bread is burned." "Jacob, get upstairs and get your clothes on or you get tabasco."
These conversations are everyday. The chaso never lets up. When I only had one child I seemed to be more overwhelmed than I am now. I think that this is one of Heavenly Father's miracles. He stretches us beyond our capacity. For some reason, this usual dinner-time routine does not stress me out too badly, and by the time James walks through the door, Jacob is dressed, William's Get-Well card to his friend is finished and polished, we are all seated around the table with dinner before us. What have I done all day? James will never know. Equally, I will never understand what he has done. Perhaps multi-tasking. But than again, maybe not.
Sundays at church without James are equally as exciting. I have been alone at this time for 26 hours. I am exhausted from the night before and our little family parades into Sacrament meeting not a moment too soon. We find a bench and then the chaso begins. I lay my baby on the bench and give her a toy. My left hand acts as a barrier to keep her from rolling off. In my right hand, you will find a squirming kicking three year old in a head lock. I hold him tight as I hurry and open up the Sunday school manual on my lap. I was too tired last night to prepare. There will be no better time than now. I read a little bit, quietly yell at William to be more quiet and put Jake in a tighter head lock. Naomi seems content. I continue reading. Church continues and by the end of the meeting, I am ready for my lesson. I don't know how, but sometime between squeezing my children, feeding them smarties and cleaning up spit-up, I am ready. Multi-tasking. All mothers know what I am talking about, because all mothers have done these exact same things. It is part of us. It defines us. Multi-tasking. It's the only way to get anything done in motherhood.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

William Ford and Jessie James

O.K. Did nobody think to tell us this before we named our first born. This innocnet five year old pictured above is named William Ford. He apparently got his head stuck in his Spidey costume while using the restroom. James had to grab a picture.
Anyway, apparently William Ford was the one who assasinated Jessie James.
Dad, I am a little dissapointed you didn't know this, or if you did, you didn't think to tell us.
It kindof freaks me out. My own son.
As long as he keeps his head stuck in Spidey costumes, I guess there is really no need to be worried.

Saturday, December 13, 2008


There is nothing better than three mohawks in a tub.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Comments...from others on my parenting

Scout's first brownie, hot fudge sundae. She Loved it.

I want to get Naomi a doll for Christmas. However, she seems to be just fine with the Iowa pig Grandpa Geoff bought her when she was born. A doll? A pig? Maybe Scout is a good name for her afterall. What six month old needs a doll when she's got an Iowa pig?

Jake loves his sister. And she loves him. William goes to school every day and and Scout and Jake are left alone with me. They are becoming quite the little friends.

So, the title of my post. Comments. I was thinking the other day on some of the hilarious comments that I have recieved in the company of my children. I thought that I would document my Top 10. Here I go...

10. I was picking up William from school the other day. It was freezing. I had Naomi bundled up in one hand and Jake screaming behind me. He was cold. Imagine that. He only had his spidey suit on...and a coat that he refused to zip. He was crying for me to hold him. I picked him up in my other arm anxious to get out of there as quickly as possible. Due to the material of the spidey suit, he kept slipping down. I couldn't get a good grip. I was carrying 50 lbs of children and yelling at William to hurry up behind me while Jakey was screaming, "I'm falling, I'm falling." A mother walked by. She smiled. "It looks like you have your hands full." I smiled back, but before I could respond, another mother chimed in. Her response. "She always has her hands full."

9. "Your son put one of the kids in a head lock today at pre-school." I was humiliated. I needed some reassurance. I asked, "well, is that normal? I mean, were other kids doing it too?" Her response was priceless. She just looked at me confused and said, "uh...well, I wouldn't say, "normal.""

8. "Have you ever thought about ADD? I have a great hebal supplement that could help." I don't even remember how I responded. I didn't even know this lady.

7. "You're not having another one, are you?"

6. "Uh...your son is peeing over there."

5. "She lets him wear that Spider suit everyday." And she thought I couldn't hear. Don't you know that moms can hear other moms talking about their children from miles away? I think it's our own mommy spidey sense.

4. "Your son doesn't have any shoes on."
"Your son doesn't have any shoes on."
"Your son doesn't have any shoes on."
I know he doesn't have any shoes on! We won't wear shoes! Does anyone else want to point out the fact that my son doesn't have any shoes on?

3. "What kind of birth control are you using?"

2. "It's so strange. You and James seem like the best parents."

1. "Mommy I love you."
"Mommy I love you."
"Mommy I love you."
The only comment that has ever made me cry. I love you too.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Smooch Time

William was at school.

Scout was asleep. (she WAS asleep until I took this picture)

smooch and I had some serious bonding time.
cuddled up in mommy's bed. our pet dinosaur Rexey.
watching a movie. with my one and only smooch in my arms.
we took our self portraits. may these memories never end.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Scout's First Snow Fall...

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow
Our cute little snow bear just turned 6 months old and is enjoying her first snowfall. By the time we made it outside, it was dark. Scout seemed to like the fresh air after being cooped up inside all day with her brothers. It was cold, dark and beautiful: but nothing could stop us from the World's Largest...

Snowball fight. Well, and eating competition.
Jake, our best eater inside the house, proved also to be the best outside eater as well.
I lost, of course. I am on a very strict diet. I couldn't risk the calories.

William was our biggest Assasin. Naomi and I had to duck, run and resort to kicking.

and the winner was...ALL OF US.
The perfect ending to a sick day. We are pretty sure William will be back at school tommorrow.

Oh, yeah. Our FIRST house...on the night of the FIRST snowfall. Sureal.

...all before 9:30 A.M.

I woke up to William groaning at 6:30 A.M. He immediately started dry heaving in his bed. I quickly ran to him just in time to see his stomach acid on the sheets. We ran to the bathroom where he continued throwing up. James lovingly tucked him in our bed and headed off to work. As I lay in bed with him, he asked if I could say a prayer so that he could feel better. His arms were already folded, so I took his little body in mine and offered a prayer on his behalf. We lay there again in silence, and after about 10 minutes William started crying. "Mom, it's not working." He hurried to the bathroom to throw up again. Sometimes I think his faith is stronger than mine...and I didn't want it to be crushed.
Here is William lying in bed with a cold washcloth. A trick my mom passed down to me. William always asks for this when his head hurt...just as I did.

By this point, Scout had woken up and joined us in bed. As she crawled all over William, he protested. "Mom, I don't like Scout crawling on me."

And of course, like expected, as I went downstairs to fetch some Gatorade, Jake was found in his Spidey suit, sitting on the couch, with two plates of frosted sugar cookies left over from Family Home Evening.
It was going to be a very good day.

Monday, November 10, 2008


Last night it hit me. The Prophet has reapeatedly told us to make our home a safe shelter from the storms of life. Last night I realized that not only can I provide a safe shelter for my children, but they in fact, can provide a shelter for me.
The lights were out and I began singing our Jesus songs. Jake abruptly jumped from his bed, descended the stairs and said, "I have to go find Linus." Leaving Will and I behind, I quickly jumped on the oppurtunity to crawl into bed with my Bugaboo. His look of satisfaction was overwhelming and I lay there in his bed holding him. He quickly drifted off to sleep as I noticed his breathing getting deeper. Jake re-entered the room with his trusted blankey and hopped into his bed. I quietly got up and moved over to his bedside. I whispered in his ear, "can I lay down with you?" His smile answered my request. I again cuddled up with one of my precious children and pulled the covers over our bodies. Jake, like his brother, drifted off into sleep. That's when I reaized it.
SAFE. Those were the words that came directly to my mind. I am lying here in the arms of a three year old, and I How could this be? Jake could never protect me from an intruder, he drives me crazy most of the day, and yet, for a few minutes, my home for me, is a safe haven from the world.
I have never even thought that for one moment, I could be a safe haven for my parents. Perhaps I am not. However, in my home, my children, whether it seems likely or not, provide me wilth a feeling of safety that nothing else can.
It makes complete sense.
I will never forget the great anxiety that accompanied my every thought for months following the birth of my second child. The days were horrible, long and scary. My heart rate was way above normal range and I couldn't seem to make it slow down. Except for William's bedtime.
Each and every night, I waited impatiently for William to go to sleep. As he would crawl into his bed each night, I was close behind. Each night, I climbed under his covers with him, held him in my arms, and felt his little heart beating. As I felt his heart beat slow, and his breaths deepen, my heart followed his. My heart would slow down and for the first time that day, I felt calm. It was heaven. It was SAFE.
I never thought of saftey being found in 8-40 pound packages. I would usually think of hammers, my big, strong husband, or weapons. But in our home, my greatest security is found in the arms of three little people.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


I am so excited. I was tagged a couple weeks ago by my sister-in-law. My First tag. I always felt bad that nobody ever TAGGED me. I mean, it really is the who-all, be-all in the world of blogging. After all, what is the purpose of blogging if nobody is going to tag me? I hope you sense my sarcasm, but I am excited nonetheless.

3 Joys, 3 Fears, 3 Goals, 3 Current obsessions/Collections, and 3 Surprising, random facts.

3 Joys

1. Lying down on my bed after putting my kids down to sleep. I re-cap the events of the day, listen to the sound of deep breathing coming from their rooms and I think to myself. "I did it. I made it through another day." There is nothing greater than waking up to my children in the morning...except putting them down in the evening.
2. My husband's smile.
He always knows when I need it and is never afraid to share his joy with me.
3. Knowing that I will be with my family forever.
What could possibly bring greater joy than that?

3 Fears
1. My children running in the street.
They are so much faster than me and have such shorter legs. It is tempting to start running more just so I can keep up with them.
2. Something terrible happening and we don't have very good food storage. (I know...I am working on it)
3. Not being able to take care of my kids.
I love my three different little personalities that fill my every days and it makes me feel empty just to think about not being able to spend every possible moment with them.

3 Goals
1. I have always wanted to write a book.
Probably about Parenting. Does anybody want a copy? I do want to write a book but I have a feeling that a book about parenting from me probably wouldn't be a best-seller.
2. I want to get to a point where I don't always feel like I am running behind.
explanation: I want to keep up with the house cleaning. I want a clean house. Is that too much to ask?
3. Stay on a budget. No explanation needed.

3 Current Obsessions
1. I really like the book, Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling
2. Trying to burn more calories than I consume.
3. Picking out my daughter's outfit for the day.
It just makes me happy. Not the eternal kind I know, but fun nonetheless.

3 Random, Surprising Facts
1. I limit myself to only 1 Coke a day.
2. I am in bed no later than 9:30 at night. Last night it was 8:00.
3. I am in love with my Toyota Sienna mini-van. It's my fourth child.

Oh , yeah. And I tag...everybody who has never been tagged before.

The Three Amigos

I just thought it would be fun to write a little something about each of our kids during this stage of life so that I can remember their little personalities.

When Uncle Derek was here, William had an extrme amount of energy. One day I was scolding William for wrestling his brother way too much. William's reply, "mom, I can't stop. My body is addicted to wresting."
Today when William and Josh were ganging up on Jakey, I got angry at William and gave him the lecture of how we always stick up for our brother no matter what anyone else says. William was laughing at potty talk and they were making up mean things to do to Jake. When we got in the car, I asked him why. His response, "Mom, my brain tells me that those things are funny and I can't stop laughing." It is fun to watch this little guy get so creative in explaining his behaviors. I figure, least he's honest.

Jake is...Spiderman. He literally wears his Spider suit every single day. I figure that there is so much pressure on kids today that spider-suits should be the least of our worries. Life is too short and kids don't stay kids long enough. Jake is at the heart of our family. When life seems to be falling apart...he is either the cause...or even more-so, the glue that will pull us together. He is pretty even temprered when things get tense and he always has a way of dilluting a frustrating situation. He is constantly making me laugh and when I look at him...for some reason, I just can't help but smile. There is something about him that just makes me happy.

Naomi has been thrown into a tornado. Tornado Ford. I will never forget when she was just two months old and I was holding her on my lap. She was looking up to the picture of Jesus on our wall. Out of nowhere, she just started crying. I stood up, calmed her down, and tried again. "Do you see Jesus?" I asked. She looked up and again, crying ensued. I felt tears come to my eyes too. I looked at her and said, "Yeah, sometimes I want to go back to Him too." Suffice it to say, she has made a great transtition into our family and we couldn't be happier with her little giggles and grins. We definitely needed a "calming influence." She delivered!

Our Baby Girl

Ever since we started having children, James has always wanted a "Daddy's Little Girl." It looks like he got one.

I was at the park the other day pushing Naomi on the swing. A little girl came up to me and said, "you look like a boy." I said, "oh, well...I'm a girl." Her friend chimed in and said, "I think she's a girl." The first girl said, "yeah, but she looks like a boy." Then she went on to say, "Is that your little girl?" I replied, "yeah." "Oh," she said. "Well she looks like a cheeto." There you have it.
A boy and a Cheeto.

Visitors from Detroit

Dave and Kristine came up to visit us from Michigan! It was hilarious because I felt as if I was breaking up a fight every three minutes. However, just about an hour ago they hopped in their car to leave after three days of playing/fighting. William volunteered to say the prayer. "Dear Heavenly Father...please help Joshey not to leave. I love you. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. Dave and I just looked at each other and laugged. Seriously, just before the prayer...they were screaming at each other. I wish we as adults could love each other so endlessly!

Jake, Naomi, Ty and Maddie. These guys were actually all pretty good. It was the older two that really struggled.

Naomi and Ty. Two months apart and Best Friends.

Spiderman coats with fur. Isn't that an oxymoron? Seriously, would life not have been complete without this absolute neccesity to their wardrobe?

Bedtime snack. A glass of milk and a bag of Dorito's. We are all about health foods at the Ford house.

Oh, yeah. And bathtime. The two little one's just couldn't fit. Maybe next house we will upgrade on the tub.

Friday, October 31, 2008

I Love This Picture

I am in Love with this picture. Why? As James pointed out to me, it illustrates all of our personalities.
First of all:
James and I are just excited to be together. I think it has been...uh...uh, 5 years.
Poor Naomi is just thinking to herself, "how in the heck did I get into this mess?"
Jakey...oh, Jakey. Squished in the middle...just trying to breathe. It's as if he is saying, "don't worry about me, I'm used to it."
William has no idea of what is going on around him. He is probably caught somewhere between reality and imagination. We are not quite sure he is even aware that a picture is being taken.

Visitors from Utah

Grandma Cheryl made me Thanksgiving Dinner. She knows it's my favorite. I LOVED It.

We LOVED having Grandma Cheryl and Uncle Derek come and visit us...all the way from Utah. The love our children have for them can be shown in some of the comments they made.
William the night before Uncle Derek came: "Heavenly Father, please help Uncle Derek to get here faster."
Jakey: "Grandma Cheryl bought me a frog named Froggy." (he is obsessed with it)
William: "I don't want to go to school today." (shouting...with eventual tears)
Jakey: "Where's Grandma Cheryl?" I had to keep them away while poor Grandma Cheryl tried to rest. We really wore her out.
We Love you Grandma Cheryl and Uncle Derek!