Sunday, July 29, 2007

Waimanalo Beach

This is slightly painful for me to do, because I am getting more and more embarassed to post pregnant pictures. My face is getting puffier and my belly continues to grow at an alarming rate. But that's life, I guess I don't need to hide it from all of you!! I keep hoping the baby is almost done incubating and she'll make her grand entrance soon. Officially, I am not due until the 26th of August.
Next week I am going to work part-time, and then I'm quitting forEVER!! I am so excited to be starting my real life's work, you know, the on-call 24-hours-a-day kind. And as everyone suggested, I am trying to get as much sleep as I can, although I have to say, I can't remember the last time I had a good nights sleep...so I should be somewhat ready to get up every few hours for the babe.

Anyway, I'm getting off the subject. Today we had a marvelous times with friends at my favorite beach on the entire island, Waimanalo. Melody, our great party planner, and the friend who threw my baby shower, suggested it, and we had a great turn out. (Life is so much more fun since Todd and Mel moved back here! They are loads of fun.) She describes the beach perfectly on her blog- beautiful waters, and the softest sand around.
Samuel might not appreciate that I'm putting this picture on, but oh well! It was a good shot of how pretty the water was today. He's telling me that this board is bent, and that if I lean up on my forearms, I could try to catch a few waves. I LOVE boogie boarding, so I couldn't resist, and I was mostly able to do it, at least for a few minutes, without leaning on The Belly. The baby rewarded me with some hiccups afterwards.
Mark and Rob sculpted a nice shark out of sand, they even used grapes for eyes. This was especially fitting since a few weeks ago, a tourist survived a shark bite.
Sharks are really rare around Oahu, don't be shy, we still want you to come visit! Still though...I get scared every time Samuel goes surfing.

Here's a group shot by the shark, but we were a little late, lots of people had already gone home.Nice background huh? We really do feel blessed to live in such a beautiful place. It's like the Primary song "My Heavenly Father Loves Me"--being played around us all the time. :)

Friday, July 20, 2007

University of Phoenix Baby Shower

Well, my husband has to have the greatest co-workers on the planet. I can't say he always enjoys his job (he is a finance counselor) but he is surrounded by really great people there. They formed a city-league softball team and we played on the team, even though we pretty much never won. I stopped at around 6 or 7 months prego, because no matter how fast I ran, I never made it to first base without getting thrown out. That's because at 6/7 months I ran about as fast as a turtle. A fat one.

Anyway, either they were really impressed with my softball skills, or they really love Samuel (pretty sure they really love Samuel.) His co-workers got together and planned a huge baby shower, right in the middle of the workday. Their boss let them take 2 1/2 hours out of their day to do it. (Have you ever heard of the husband's co-workers throwing a co-ed baby shower? I hadn't. HOW COOL ARE THEY?!?

I think there were about 30 of his co-workers there, although half of them left before we remembered to take a group picture, but here's some of them. I can't say enough about this shower. Samuel and I both were completely astounded at how much time and effort went into the food, the decorations, the games, and the gifts...THEY WERE SO DANG GENEROUS!!
We got TONS of diapers (our first request), a huge gift card (for more diapers) and then lots more baby stuff like washcloths, clothes, bath stuff, blankets, socks, and a darling diaper bag! I have to put a picture of it:


THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYBODY AT UOP!!! WE LOVE YOU GUYS!

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

You asked for it: NAMES

So, it's been kind of funny.

Once people find out you’re pregnant, they ask if it’s a boy or a girl. But as soon as you know if it’s a boy or a girl, the next question you get asked, without fail, is, “Do you have any names picked out?” I've been tempted to just make one up to satisfy them, but instead I just lamely throw out a few ideas.

We haven’t been able to find "the one" yet. Some of my very favorites turned out to be names of Samuel's ex-girlfriends, so they're out! And some of Samuel's favorites are just too...old fashioned for me, I'm liking the modern twist!

Also, because this might be our only baby born in Hawaii, we thought we could throw in a little something Hawaiian. Kalia is Hawaiian for "beautiful". Samuel likes it a lot, I like it a little, although I do like Lia better. (Of course we could name her Kalia and call her Lia...we're considering it.)

We went through some lists and came up with names that we are open to. I can’t promise that we’ll name her anything from this list, but here it is:

Alexis/Lexi
Gabrielle/Gabriella
Rebekah
Ashley
Kelsey
Kalia
Lia
Jenna
McKenzie
Sadie
Victoria/Tori
Rachel

I'm pretty sure she'll have a middle name too, but we won't pick it out til we get a first name.

Monday, July 16, 2007

35 Weeks and Counting

Showing some skin this time! Woo! Some (mean) people ask me if I'm already due. Other (extremely kind) people tell me I look so small, they can't believe I only have 5 weeks left. Bless their souls. I look back at the picture I posted of 20 weeks where I called myself "huge"-- haha! What a joke! Huge is just setting in.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

A Tribute to my Dad

Well, I wasn't thinking straight. July 10, 2007 was my dad's birthday. I know he knows I have a blog, but would he stop in to read it? Probably not. Still, I should have written about him anyway. He's like the best man I know, and I tried to choose a husband as much like him as possible. :)



Krystal has a private blog, but I didn't want you to miss out on her awesome entry. She said I could post it here. Krystal and I are only 13 months apart, so we have a lot of the same memories.

Here ya go:
My Dad
Yesterday was my dad's birthday and I wanted to write up a little tribute for him. Happy Birthday Dad!

You may have heard me say (or read where I have written) that my personality is the complete opposite of my mom's, and that is true. So I guess it goes without saying that I am much more like my dad.

One of my favorite memories of my childhood is reading with my dad. He would come into our rooms at night and read books to us, skimming parts he thought would be too boring. Over and over we would chant, "don't stop!," sure that we would be able to understand every word out of his mouth. We read many books this way, but none stand out in my mind more than Summer of the Monkeys. It instantly became one of our favorite books, probably because it was already one of my dad's favorites. I remember him getting choked up at the end, when the brother decides to use the monkey money to get his sister's leg fixed, and all I could think was this has got to be the best story ever written!

I am sure that my love of reading can be traced back to those nights we spent together, and I can think of nothing else I would like for my own children than to have some of their grandpa's passion for books trickle down to them. I also blame/attribute my love of sports to him, as he was (and still is) an amazing athlete.

My dad was (and I hope still is) one of my biggest fans. While my mom didn't know what a pick and roll was (still doesn't in fact, although my sister and I have tried to teach her), my dad always knew more than my basketball coach (especially if you ask him). And for being such a mild-mannered man, his voice always carried louder than anyone else in the stands. I have two vivid memories of him from this time in my life. One was after a particularly disappointing game , when I came home feeling completely dissatisfied with my performance. My mom greeted me at the door with, "what happened?," genuinely spoken in love, but NOT what I wanted to hear. After brushing her off, hoping she would get the message that I wasn't in the mood to discuss it, I found my dad in the kitchen, making french fries. Maybe it's because I'm a lot like him, but he seemed to instantly realize how I was feeling and what I needed. He looked at me for a moment, and asked, "You hungry?" I nodded, and he lowered some sliced potatoes into the hot grease. He didn't say any more, but somehow that was exactly what I needed. Those fries may not have been magic fries, but they must have been pretty special, since I remember them ten years later.

I also remember my dad and Ross, the father of another girl on our team, at the state basketball tournament. Unlike most of the parents, they weren't satisfied sitting a respectable distance away, but chose to sit right in the middle of the student section. I remember looking up at them during the boys game (which, unfortunately, always seems to draw a much larger crowd than any game I ever played in), and being amazed at what I saw. Not only were they surrounded by dozens of students from the other school, who were taunting them relentlessly, they were standing up, yelling right back at them and pointing at the scoreboard. I got the feeling that somehow they had been transported back to their own "glory days," which we were always being reminded of, and I just shook my head, hoping that they would make it out of there without inciting a riot.

There are so many other things I could tell you about him, but I think this picture says it better than I could hope to. He loves his grandkids, maybe more so than his own children even, and I can't think of any place more inviting to fall asleep than on grandpa's lap in the middle of a crowded mall at Christmas time. Especially if he was looking at me with such love in his eyes. Yep, Allie is one lucky girl. And so am I. I love you dad!


She's a good writer, isn't she. Let me just second what she wrote about reading books, the Summer of the Monkeys (one of my favorite memories) and also, my dad's louder side, the one that showed up at athletic events. He sure passed on his competetive genes to us!

One of my favorite "dad" memories was the night I missed the game winning shot at the state basketball tournament my junior year (okay, bad basketball memory, good dad memory.) That was it for Krystal, the end of her senior year, and somehow I had ended up with the last shot. I just remember my dad coming out of the stands, putting one arm around each of us and we cried into his shirt. He didn't need to say anything. That's kind of his way- less words are sometimes better.

Let me add that I have always been proud to have him as a father. Now that I'm older I look back and realize how incredibly blessed we were to have a dad who faithfully gave us weekly family home evening lessons, even if we fell asleep through a lot of them (during basketball season, we were just so worn out!) He is a spiritual giant, and he knows more about the Gospel than almost anyone I know. Thank you dad, for all you have done, and continue to do for our family. This hardly seems adequate, but I hope you get to read it. I love you too, more than words can say.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Addicted!

I know we're all pretty addicted to blogging...so here's the quiz- take it, find it, post it!! Thanks to Krystal, my older sister, who I borrowed it from.
71%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

Mingle2 - Online Dating

Monday, July 09, 2007

A Healthy Snack

Hee hee, so here's my victorious story of the day!! I went shopping Saturday and hit up some major outlets about 20 minutes outside of Honolulu. I found a MONSTER sale at the Children's Place outlet, and I couldn't turn it down. I guess I should tell you, to me, getting a good deal is like the BEST thing ever for me. I don't think I pay full price for ANYTHING, I just can't do it. Well, shopping makes you hungry, and actually, I was STARVING. And I walked right by...ROCKY MOUNTAIN CHOCOLATE FACTORY. (I can't believe they have one out here!! Yay!) I'd been there once before and we'd splurged and bought something called Avalanche Bark, cause it was half off. It was soooo good, and once I saw it, my mouth watered and I had to have it...you know the drill. There was no price anywhere around, but I figured I would treat myself, and I asked for a hunk of Bark. She rang me up...and the cost was...

$8.31!!! For one hunk of Bark!!

I stared in disbelief. I just couldn't do it. No way. That's almost as much as a whole Papa John's pizza, which was just 20 minutes away. So I told the lady I didn't have enough money, then she quickly told me they take credit card!! So I cleared that up and said I didn't WANT to pay that much money, and out I went, my mouth watering the whole way. I was so bummed, but I just tried to keep my thoughts focused on pizza (which I went home and ordered). I went and told Samuel how strong I had been to not buy it, then I realized, Hey, google is like my best friend, I AM GOING TO FIND THAT RECIPE AND MAKE MY OWN AVALANCHE BARK! I refused to be ripped off.

Well, I found that recipe all right!! I made it last night and it was seriously like IDENTICAL to what we remembered having before. I am sharing it with you so you can make yourself a treat for a GREAT deal and NOT get ripped off. (It probably costs $4.00 to make the WHOLE batch. Maybe less.)

Oh, by the way, I used Cocoa Krispies (instead of Rice Krispies) and my white chocolate chips had macadamia nuts mixed in, cause that's what I had on hand. Couldn't even tell. YUM YUM YUM YUM, enjoy everybody.

P.S. I was joking about the "healthy" part. Well, there is peanut butter in it, a "good" fat!! :)

Avalanche Bark from Rocky Mtn. Chocolate Factory
Serves/Makes:2 4"x4" hunks

Ingredients
1/4 cup creamy peanut butter
1-3/4 cups white chocolate chips
1 cup Rice Crispies cereal
1/2 cup (slightly packed) mini marshmallows
1/4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips (frozen)

Preparation
In double boiler (or metal bowl over a sauce pan filled 1/4 about full of water) over medium-high heat, add
white chocolate chips and peanut butter. Constantly stir with wire wisk until completely melted. Remove from heat (and remove off bottom boiling water). Set aside and let cool for about 5 minutes
Transfer mixture to a mixing bowl. Fold in all of the rice crispies. Let cool till it barely feels warm (if you add the marshmallows and semi-sweet chocolate chips when it's too warm, they will melt and that's not what you want). It will take a while to cool, but do not cool it down in the refridgerator or it will set up.
While you wait, line a 4"x8.5" loaf pan with plastic wrap. You may even want to lightly spray the plastic with cooking spray first for easier removal. When the mixture is cooled, fold in marshmallows first then the semi-sweet chips (just fold to distribute, don't over work the mixture).
Pour the mixture into the prepared pan, fold the excess plastic wrap over top and gently press the mixture so it's even in the pan. The harder you press, the denser the bark will be.
Put it in the fridge to set it up. It will take about 20 to 30 minutes to completely set up.
When set, remove from pan and cut into desired size pieces.
Note:
If you are a real fan of peanut butter, add extra. It is however very overpowering, so be careful. I tried this out a few times and this came so close to the real thing I couldn't tell the difference! I had both in front of me at the same time. (these comments are from Kathleen, the one who posted the recipe. Thanks Kathleen, whoever you are!

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Happy 4th of July

Happy 4th of July everybody!! I am so grateful to live in this wonderful "land of the free and (the) home of the brave." We got a cool opportunity this year. Our friend Jon is in medical school, he's in the military, and the 4th of July was his last day in Hawaii. He has three years of residency left, and he's spending it in Germany! Cool! Anyway, because he has military privileges, he got us into the 4th of July celebration at Pearl Harbor. (I have to admit, sheepishly, that I've lived in Hawaii for 2 years and never done the Pearl Harbor tour!!) Well, we'd heard a rumor that you can tour some of the huge ships and destroyers, if you know who to ask. We were able to tour this amazing vessle, it's called the USS Reuben James. We were the only people touring it, so I don't think anyone else knew about it.

This is a picture of us on the top deck. They were flying all the flags kind of as decoration, for the 4th of July.

Okay, this was the CRAZIEST part, they took us up to place where the captain steers the ship. Can you BELIEVE they steer this gigantic ship with this TINY wheel? We thought it was a joke. It's not!! They said the REALLY huge destroyer ships have bigger helms (is that the right word?) but this tiny thing is how you steer. Finally, I caught this picture of the flag at sunset. Kind of a patriotic moment. Touring that ship really made me think about war, and the people who have dedicated their lives to protecting us and defending our freedom. Then, all those beautiful fireworks were even more meaningful.
I hope everyone else had a wonderful holiday.

Monday, July 02, 2007

As a Man Thinketh...

Okay, are you ready for the longest post ever? Seriously. Get comfortable. I apologize that there are very few pictures to entertain you. Let me begin by saying I got some bad news last week. Maybe you could call it a very painful confirmation of what I was dreading.

My mom is not coming out here to help me when I have my baby. She’s not coming to visit at all. It wouldn't hurt quite so bad if she hadn't just gotten back from Florida, where she spent two weeks helping my older sister with her new baby girl. I have no hard feelings toward Krystal at all, but I guess the little girl in me wants to say, "That's not fair!!" (And then I hear my mom say, "Life isn't fair.")

When I got married without her, it hurt her to the core. That was the last thing I wanted, and I had no idea it would hurt her so much, but it happened and I have been unable to fix it thus far. Well, besides that, my mom likes to have her family close, and she really hates it that I live so far away. I guess this is how she is protesting. After she confirmed that she wasn’t coming (I kept thinking/hoping she'd come around) as you can imagine, I experienced some overwhelming and fresh emotions. I was devastated, shocked, hurt, and scared; I was also amazed that my mom, an amazing woman in so many ways, would hold her grudge, even at such an important time in my life. And with all these emotions and thoughts running through me, surprise surprise, I got sooooo sick. Sore throat led to sinusitis, then the infection moved down into my chest, and I felt like I’d been run over by a truck. Which leads me to my next chapter. I don’t know if this is too “out there” for a lot of people, but it has seriously changed my life to a small degree, so maybe it will help you in some way.

Let me give a tiny bit of background: In high school, I was constantly getting bronchitis, and it would drag on for months, because I played sports and wouldn't take time to rest and get better. When I got into college, I stopped getting bronchitis, and started getting a LOT of sinus infections. These were even harder on my body. I was sure that by going on a mission I would be blessed and be very healthy. Actually, it turned out that I got sinus infections almost every three months, the entire 18 months. I guess I was getting other blessings to make up for it. Anyway, my body built up all kinds of resistance to antibiotics, and they stopped working for me.

One other sidenote: I had a stiff neck for several years, which I thought was due to a fender-bender accident I was in. Then, as I went through college, my back and shoulder muscles got really tight, and sometimes would just burn. My uncle, a massage therapist, would frequently try to work the knots out, but it would take hours, and all his body weight, and his elbow, to make any progress.

Fast-forward to the future, I meet Samuel. He introduced me to a theory (and a book) about the effects of our minds (and thoughts) on our health. He had read a book by Louise Hay called Heal Your Body.

The book talks about how we have the ability to heal our bodies and sicknesses by identifying the thoughts we are having that are making us sick. I found it pretty fascinating, but I didn’t know how much I really believed it, until it dawned on me that I wasn’t getting sick anymore. Every time I started to get sick, Samuel would help me identify what was bothering me, and my symptoms went away! It was a bit mind boggling. So, I bought a copy of the book. (By the way, it’s very short and it lists symptoms and the negative thoughts that bring on those sicknesses, according to this lady of course.)

Well, my health was getting better, but my back and shoulder pain was getting worse and really bothering me. At first I thought it was just my posture, my office job, being hunched over a computer, etc. I was looking up some books on back pain, and I stumbled upon a book with similar ideas: It’s called Healing Back Pain by Dr. John Sarno.

His theory is that back pain, even slipped discs and other things that get treated by surgery, occurs as a result of our thoughts. Well, more accurately, Dr. Sarno suggests that when we feel a lot of emotion, especially anger (or rage), rather than express it or even deal with it, our body kindly creates physical pain to distract us from our emotions. He says he has literally cured thousands of people’s back pain with this theory, without any surgery or any medicine. And an amazing part of it is, he doesn’t even make them go to psychiatrists or anything like that. He says you don’t have to RESOLVE your emotional issues, you just have to RECOGNIZE that your body is creating real physical issues to distract you from your emotions. Well, again, this was very new to me, but I became a believer when I started taking a good look at my emotional state, the anger I was feeling toward specific people in my life (okay, towards my mom). Then after MONTHS of pain, within just a few days of reading the book and telling myself it was okay to feel angry, etc, the pain in my shoulder literally melted away. I could NOT believe it. Not only that, my stiff neck that I'd had for years went away too!!

To make things even more interesting, Dr. Sarno says that if your back pain goes away, you should watch for it to re-appear at another place in the body. Sure enough, about a month after my shoulder pain went away, I woke up with a sore jaw on one side. At first I thought I’d just slept on it wrong, but it didn’t go away for several weeks. I didn’t make the connection at first, but I looked in the book, and it specifically mentioned a tight, sore jaw (and that it was especially common in women.) So, once again, I told myself that it was okay to feel angry (or, more ideally, it was okay to let the anger go, since it was only hurting myself), and the jaw pain went away within a few days.

So I was convinced…the MIND IS A POWERFUL tool, and we are just beginning to understand how much it can do for us.

Well, if you’re still reading this, I commend you, it’s almost over.

As you know, I’ve been very sick the last week. And the two weeks before that, I had developed a shooting pain in my lower back, I knew it was my sciatic nerve, and I’ve heard it’s common in pregnancy, so I figured it was something I just had to deal with.

On certain days the pain would “flare up” so bad I couldn’t walk, sit down, or even roll over in bed. I was afraid I was going to be on bed-rest. Samuel, always quicker to remember the whole mind-body connection, went to the Heal Your Body book to see what causes sciatic pain. Wouldn’t you know it, it was ‘fear of money and of the future.’ Do you think it applies? Um, YEAH! In seven weeks or less I am going to be a first-time mom, and we are going to have very little money. So, I started recognizing again, my mind was trying to distract me about my fears of the future. GREAT! (And yes, true to form, the sciatic pain was gone within about 4 days. It never ceases to amaze me.)

That's when I decided I had to share this with SOMEBODY!! What is the point you might ask? First of all, I hope everybody is aware of how their thoughts are affecting their bodies, and maybe even their kids' bodies. (I'm not sure when cognitive thoughts REALLY start processing in kids heads, but keep in mind that in adults, coughs=barking out/needing attention/needing to be seen or heard and sore throats=swallowed anger/the inability to stand up for one's self.)

Second, if you are struggling with any recurrent sickness (or pain) I highly suggest you check these books out, it's kind of like a free therapist, haha.

Last, you guys have been a great support to me throughout this pregnancy, and when I actually become a mother, I can’t tell you how nice it is to know that you guys are there to help me through it. I'll need your advice. And encouragement. That’s probably what I need the most right now. And also, a few quotes and scriptures about forgiveness, since this is going to be a big test of my character, and if I am going to be able to overcome the natural man, that totally wants to tell my mom I will never forgive her for this. But I AM going to forgive her, even if it takes all my energy to do it. Just look at what anger and negative thoughts will do to your body!!

So there's some food for thought.

And if you haven't read "As a Man Thinketh", it's a great read too, one of the best books out there.

Bye.