tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59531227579616501602024-03-12T16:12:46.467-07:00The Zuk TribeTrista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-17136325330667179872014-11-04T23:29:00.002-08:002014-11-04T23:29:38.410-08:00Tackling the next hurdle in our crazy life...autismNow I know Autism isn't a condition that can necessarily be "cured" or "tackled" in a way that you get over it and move on to the next chapter in life. I do know that there can be a lot of fear in that diagnosis and I don't want that for my family. I want us to be as prepared as we can be and equipped to help our sweet guy navigate this insane world that doesn't always make allowances for specialTrista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-30756482681086028672014-05-11T11:04:00.001-07:002014-05-11T11:16:15.747-07:00Happy Mother's Day!Since it's been a long time since I've blogged, I thought it would be fitting to start up again on Mother's Day. Thankfully, I have a funny, short story (at least it was around here!) to tell.
This past Monday Caleb brought home the Mother's Day gift he made for me at preschool wrapped up with specific instructions that I could not open it until today. I put it away for the week and this Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-91522281644421371572013-11-04T10:00:00.003-08:002013-11-04T10:44:07.711-08:00Trying to keep it all togetherNot a very clever title for my post, but it's very appropriate for my season of life right now.
Since I last blogged P&J have switched schools, my oldest boy has been diagnosed with a skull deformity which means he needs to have a major surgery on his skull within the next 6 months, I am having to fight for my other son to have the services he qualifies for at school (which is also forcing Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-29764741461405587272013-09-17T19:28:00.001-07:002013-09-17T19:28:40.017-07:00Womb to TombAnd birth to earth!
Had that in my head all day and needed to use it for a blog post title. Not sure if this means I'll be blogging regularly, but you never know! ;)
What prompted this line from West Side Story is preschool starting for my littlest twin boys. The "elder" of the pair has communication issues and therefore qualifies for Special Day Preschool Classes through our district. These Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-28599724845354299272013-03-07T13:53:00.002-08:002013-03-07T13:53:39.333-08:00Is that water I hear????That's the thought running through my head as I'm in the middle of sweeping up all the disgusting bits that have accumulated under my stove. I was retrieving a fork and noticed the field of Cheerios that could feed small village under there and decided to pull out the stove and quickly sweep it up. As this is going on I kept thinking that I was hearing water running through our pipes at a good Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-17181029254962272402013-03-03T09:26:00.002-08:002013-03-03T09:26:42.245-08:00Surprise!When it's been forever since I last blogged I like to pick right back up as if no time has passed. I have a couple of lifelong friends who are like that. They are a huge blessing in my life.
The main reason I haven't blogged yet in 2013 is that it has been a rough year so far. We got hit hard in January with the dreaded flu (not stomach) and then it seems like every cold virus out there Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-54098591107669308772013-01-03T09:16:00.002-08:002013-01-03T09:16:47.782-08:00Word VerificationI got sent an odd "spam-ish" e-mail posing as a comment on my last post so I reimplemented word verification on comments. Just wanted to give the heads up for the few times a year I seem to be blogging. ;o)
Happy New Year!!
Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-2384528694808614652012-10-30T12:56:00.002-07:002012-10-30T12:56:52.380-07:00Encouragement and Challenge"...that is, that you and I may be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith." Romans 1:12
This past weekend I had dinner with 2 of my closest friends to celebrate our birthdays. We had an amazing meal at a local restaurant, but the company was even better. There is something special about people who you have known and walked with for a really long time (and in this case I mean a decade or two).Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-261978788519100332012-09-30T09:51:00.000-07:002012-09-30T09:51:44.524-07:00Pause ButtonWaiting, waiting, waiting...I feel like life is in limbo while I wait. I'm not sure how to proceed or what to do.
2 Corinthians 10:5"We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. "Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-77126495821191698752012-08-31T23:13:00.002-07:002012-08-31T23:28:36.552-07:00Her little black ballet flatsThey look so precious on her feet for school. The way she poses and admires herself in the mirror. I just want to eat her up! And then the cute tomboy comes out in her and they return home all scuffed up.
And then I'm grateful I got them on clearance and have black shoe polish.Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-34936959895350021082012-08-31T23:07:00.001-07:002012-08-31T23:16:13.939-07:00As I was saying...I *really* love sweet tiny gherkin pickles. ;) And why are recipes containing condensed soup so ridiculously good while being so bad for you?
(this is me pretending that I didn't ignore my blog for the past two months)
Hope you (whoever you are) had a great summer! I will hopefully be more consistent again!Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-29912114986534122472012-06-03T15:50:00.003-07:002012-06-03T15:56:14.942-07:00TantrumYou know it's been a rough day when your almost five year old says, "Mommy, I'm glad you are over your temper tantrum and being mad." :o/ Me too, buddy. Me too...
That statement was followed by the best hugs and kisses though and an apology from Mommy.Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-14569377771713211982012-05-21T00:39:00.001-07:002012-05-21T00:39:32.691-07:00My Little MommyThat was and is my name for her. She was my mentor and second mom for the past 19ish years and she lost her battle with cancer last Sunday night. I got to spend time at my bestie's house tonight (who is my little mommy's actual daughter). My little mommy's husband and twin sister are staying there and they were working on the eulogy and picking out songs for the slide show. I got to be there, be Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-83177217249433658472012-02-11T16:21:00.000-08:002012-02-11T16:24:42.471-08:00VocabularyDriving home from preschool the other day, my four year old is talking about when we get home and specifically says, "Mommy, when Caleb gets into mischief..." Not trouble, mind you, but mischief. I thought it was so cute I just about died laughing.Hoping your day is mischief free!Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-5709348051187484622012-02-10T12:56:00.000-08:002012-02-10T13:25:05.061-08:00I wonder if the neighbors caught that?Wow! It's been *weeks* since I last blogged. I was a little worried I might have forgotten my password! ;o) Here's a quick update of the past six-ish weeks:1. My toes were very sad and took a long time to heal.2. 5 out of 6 of us had a bad stomach flu (I miraculously came out of it unscathed minus getting puked on by my oldest).3. All of us then had a really, really bad head cold.4. One of our Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-27695277799928670532012-01-03T19:04:00.000-08:002012-01-03T19:07:58.436-08:00I survived.Stitches came out at 10:30 this morning and only one of the six hurt (and it wasn't that painful)! I'm laughing at what a huge ordeal I made it out to be. ;o) A little more healing needs to take place so the nurse steri-stripped my wounds and recommended I keep wearing my boot for a few more days. Hooray for modern medicine!My New Year's Resolution: Not to walk through broken glass barefoot again.Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-50362115241210733972012-01-03T00:53:00.000-08:002012-01-03T01:03:57.706-08:00Big Fat Baby!December was a rough month. The holidays were busy, I was stressed and I just didn't feel like I was doing the best job at being a wife and mom. I'm planning on working on that in 2012. My rough month ended with me slicing 2 of my toes on broken glass (the broken glass courtesy of one or both of the twins) on Christmas Eve and getting 3 stitches in each toe. To say I hate pain is a major Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-77597599004625396482012-01-01T12:53:00.000-08:002012-01-01T13:01:40.562-08:00Happy New Year!!I wanted to start off 2012 blogging and hope that it inspires me to keep going. Since I currently don't have anything inspiring to write, I thought I would post an e-mail I sent to a couple of friends this morning with meal ideas. Crock PotSalsa Chicken: I use this for chicken taco night. Place 3-4 split chicken breasts in the crock pot and cover with Pace Picante Sauce. Cook on low for 7-8 hoursTrista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-19542393333112992112011-11-25T23:35:00.000-08:002011-11-25T23:36:47.959-08:00You're Fired (said in Donald Trump style...)In all honesty, *I* would have fired me by now...Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-38959906700475755872011-11-25T22:23:00.000-08:002011-11-25T22:40:33.768-08:00A Dying Art?It's been much longer than I planned in between my blog posts. The days seem to just run into each other and the next thing I know another week has gone by and I'm not quite sure where it went. I've also been experiencing the doldrums lately and am trying to pull myself up by the bootstraps.On to what I've been wanting to post about. Sometime in the past month-ish I went to put my favorite Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-62656312759192776672011-10-21T14:06:00.000-07:002011-10-21T14:09:49.590-07:00Nap???I'm now remembering part of what made Wednesday so aggravating. Twin #2 is acting like a nut and refusing to nap for the 2nd time this week. He is really reminding me of his big sis in her toddlerhood. The difference was then I "only" had one kid and we weren't tied to being anywhere and now we leave at the same time everyday to get my eldest from school. Little stinker is only going to get a 45 Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-72479390228537494522011-10-21T00:02:00.000-07:002011-10-21T00:07:46.458-07:00All's Well That Ends Well (I stole this from my sis!)Yesterday was tough to be sure. Today was a very busy day, but it was filled with little people, friends, family, chauffeuring kids, chocolate goodness and a precious moment with my older two. It is now ending with a clean kitchen (woo hoo! and not the norm around here) and a dent made in my financial/paperwork madness.(happy sigh) ;o)Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-84797778205955989812011-10-19T14:02:00.001-07:002011-10-19T14:02:53.750-07:00Do OverCan I please have a "do over" today??? It's been a challenge...Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-42371454460028086482011-10-05T18:14:00.000-07:002011-10-05T18:21:46.471-07:00PizzaHomemade pizza and a glass of 2 Buck Chuck make for a nice evening and relaxed momma! I have to admit that I have become narcissistic-ly addicted to my simple cheese and 1/2 pepperoni pizza. (it's a little sad that this is my first post in a while, but all the same...)Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953122757961650160.post-48535742292002123892011-09-16T18:17:00.000-07:002011-09-16T18:44:57.149-07:00#@*% Shoe!I am *so* ready to throw this #@*% shoe out the window!In it's defense, it is doing it's job. I'm just tired of walking slowly and almost tripping on the "mine field" that my house becomes by bed time...Trista Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004803135849693860noreply@blogger.com0