Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Nathan gets one, I don't


I'm sorry I haven't posted for a while.  I have been rather busy playing my new Wii Fit.  Oddly enough, it gets me sweating and breathing hard more than doing a half hour workout on my elliptical trainer, so I'm pleasantly surprised!  When I set up my profile and did the initial body test for the game I got to choose between a male or female trainer to instruct me during the game exercises.  The whole family was watching, and I joked to Nathan about choosing between "the Hot Man, or the Lady."  I chose the lady, but now every time Rebecca sees the man on the others' exercise programs, she exclaims, "Look!  It's the Hot Man!"  She thinks that is his name.  The take-home message:  watch what you say around a bright three year old.  Nathan has suggested that I put a BMI tracker on my blog so you can all track my progress, but I don't want to, because that also means you will all know if I fail.  :-)  

Nathan took 12 consecutive days off work to stay home for the holiday week (the 12 day count includes the weekend days - don't get too jealous.)  This has helped me realize more than ever that moms don't get days off.  I was so looking forward to at-home relaxing with the family, and that part has been nice.  However, my responsibilities have continued as normal:  full day of laundry yesterday, still responsible for making dinner nightly, the need for putting away Christmas decorations hanging over my head... Don't get me wrong, I do not begrudge Nathan his at-home vacation, and he HAS helped both entertain and manage the kids.  I just wish I could have a real vacation from my work like he has from his.  (He turned his email server off so that he doesn't even get his work email.  I haven't figured out how to turn off the kid cry/fuss/whine-mail server.)

And I also think that a nursing mother shouldn't have to breastfeed on her birthday.  But the baby didn't agree.

Beware of goofiness.  The following video is one that Nathan took of me playing Super Hula Hoop on the Wii Fit.  When he converted it from QuickTime format the aspect ratio changed so I looked...chunkier than normal.  He knew the first thing I would say was that I looked fat, and he spent 30 minutes trying to fix it, so I feel guilty not posting it.  And no, he wasn't able to fix it, so I admit to chunkiness, but not as much chunk as you see in the video.  (When Rebecca asks in the video if my 'eyes' are getting tired, she means 'thighs.')  Here's to you, Nat!



Sunday, December 21, 2008

What-ish?

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Nathan and I were laying in bed relaxing this afternoon, and the kids woke up from their Sunday naps. They came into our room and Nathan pretended to be asleep. Cassidy and Becca tried everything they could think of to revive him, from hugs and kisses to pokes and tickles. The last resort was a doggie-pile, and even that didn't work. Finally, Rebecca said to Cassidy, "Nothing works. Daddy's not ticklish OR doggie-ish."

Saturday, December 20, 2008

At least I didn't have to go to the mall

That's the good news. I took all four kids over to the church Christmas party 20 minutes late, since I had to shovel the 4 inches of snow off the driveway and feed the baby first. The bad news is that there were 160 people packed in the church's Cultural Hall and the line for the dinner took like 45 minutes to get through, at the end of which Rebecca made a panicky announcement that she had to go the bathroom. I left her standing there nervously holding herself, power-walked our plates of food all the way back to the table, navigated my way through the billion people in my way back to where she was standing, and threw her over my shoulder to get her to the facilities in time. By the time she was finished my food was cold, so I took it into the church kitchen and microwaved it. Yum.

By this time Nathan had arrived even later (l-o-n-g drive home from work due to the snowstorm)- his timing was impeccable, as it was decidedly AFTER all the children had food and were seated at the only remaining table that didn't even have space for us in the first place. (Thanks for letting us crowd you out, Abercrombies and Phillips!)

Next we were treated to what Nathan called "the Primary song version of the Twelve Days of Christmas." It was long, and had more verses than I knew existed. Our poor song leader, I can't imagine trying to teach it all to them! Cassidy told me on the way home: "Bishop Brown is entitled to his opinion since every gets to think what they want, but I don't think we sounded much like angels like he said. We didn't do too great on that song."

Props to the Activities Committee though - even with all those people (plus some members of the ward brought extra friends and neighbors) they didn't run out of food. In addition, it was the first time I have ever heard Nathan (a notorious church party-hater) ask me to find the recipe for the food they served. That is an accomplishment in itself! The bonus for me was that even after all of 'that' at the party, in the end they saved me a trip to see The Fat Man (Don't worry children. Go sit on that strange old man's lap. Eat his candy and tell him your personal information! He won't touch you inappropriately...) No, I'm not being a Scrooge, and no, I'm not a Santa-hater. But seriously, don't you ever stop and think about what our parents told us to do, and what we keep telling our own kids to do out of a sense of tradition?

I love you Santa. Please don't hold my blog against me.

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Wardrobe Ideas

I know it says a lot about Nathan and me that we would deign to frequent a website called "Think Geek," but we do. Like me, you're probably over it by now. I don't know if I would pay $20 for any of these t-shirts, but I'd totally put them on my blog for free.

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For me.

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For Nathan. (How true it is.)

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For anyone. I wish I could really do this.

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This says 'Beware of Perverts' in Japanese. It makes me chuckle.







You will not be surprised that this website also sells a real working R2D2 pepper mill, Stuffed Yoda backpack, Tetris block shaped ice cube trays, and a SuperMario 1UP Mushroom growing in a pot that looks like a green sewer pipe from the video game.

A Thursday Night on Temple Square

I actually took a camera to Temple Square and the ward Christmas party this year, which I have never done before. Blogging probably had something to do with it. (Am I becoming a Fame Floozy just like Cassidy? Perish the thought...)

Who invented the wearable blanket? Someday, I will make him pay.
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I hate you people. I hate you all.
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We're wearing pretty much everything we own...
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We rode the Trax train to Temple Square since we had to park far away.
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Traditional hot cocoa on a bench by the manger scene.
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We got to hear Aunt Katie's Show & Chamber choir give a concert in the Church History Museum and play in the children's area of the museum afterwards. Since it was a weeknight it wasn't very busy on the square while we saw the lights. We only misplaced Braden once, but we didn't have to panic because there weren't hordes of people to search through and his Grandpa Belliston was misplaced right along with him. The only downside of the evening was that we missed the lights that the church used to put on the giant oak trees. For us grownups who remember them, it made the trip to see the lights a little disappointing and 'meh'-inducing. Perhaps the Church is temporarily feeling the effects of the recession as well? I hope so, because if they've stopped lighting my big pink tree forevermore, I'm gonna be pretty bummed. One of my favorite parts: hearing both Cassidy and Braden say, unprompted, "Thank you for letting us stay up way past our bedtime and taking us to see the lights!"

Friday, December 19, 2008

Shameless attempt at fame

Yesterday the three kids and Harrison, Braden's neighbor friend, spent the whole afternoon playing in the snow in our backyard. They created a Nativity Scene, which would have been better captured from 8 feet high, but I was not about to tromp through the snow from the garage and haul a ladder all around the backyard just to get the 'money shot.' As peeved as I was to honor Cassidy's request to hurry and get on my snow boots and go take their picture -- I had sticky coconut candy all over my hands from rolling homemade Mounds centers -- I was glad I did, because their Living Nativity was pretty funny. Here is it below. The children are playing the characters of the Holy Family, and if you look closely, you can see they made an outline of a stable above them in the snow. Rebecca is at the top, playing The Angel within a snow angel she has made.

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It was confirmed by all three children that Harrison insisted on being Mary in their live nativity, and it took convincing to get him to agree to his role as baby Jesus.

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If you look closely you can see the outline of the Christmas star above Rebecca's head.

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At the end of the brief photo shoot I told Cassie I was glad I came out to take pictures because their idea was really funny. She replied, "Are you going to put it on your blog? That is the whole reason I even did it." Shameless publicity seeker. She's become the Paris Hilton of my blog, minus the trashy outfits and mindless prattle...

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Rest






Rachel has been sleeping through the night for two weeks now.  She smiles, attempts to laugh, and loves her swing.  It only gets better from now on.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Mean Mom

I feel like the past six weeks have been filled with interactions with my children, but all of them seem to start or end with me saying, "Don't..."  "You know better..." or "Stop..."

My goal for the immediate future is to be more positive with all of them.  I think I have forgotten to compliment, praise, and cheer.  I don't know if I can blame it on anything - unrealistic expectations, extra stress with the new baby, or the children themselves could all be contributors.  However, this time I choose to blame myself.  I don't want the kids to grow up remembering how grouchy I always was.  Rather than tuck your shirt in--comb your hair--clean up your spill, I want them to remember good job--I'm proud of--great choice--thank you for helping.  

They'll still need to meet expectations around here, but I'm going to make a concerted effort to help them feel more loved and appreciated while they do it.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Givin' the Bells some Religion

Rebecca did a bedtime serenade for me tonight:

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Amish fun is to ride in a one horse open sleigh...

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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Christmas Tag

Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?

I love my nog!  You can drink hot chocolate any time, but egg nog is a December Drink.  I like to drink my egg nog as a 'cocktail' with Diet Sprite.  It's best in my mom's snowman glasses - you pour eggnog in up to the scarf, and the fill the rest of the snowman head with Sprite, and voila! perfect amount of fizz in your nog.  In my far inferior holly print glasses at home, I have to do a few test sips before I get it right.

Does Santa wrap presents or set them under the tree?

He wraps the presents, but he wishes he didn't.  Nathan convinced him wrapping was the way to go, and now it's too late to change.  Waaaaahhhhhhh.

Colored lights on tree or white?

Colored on the house.  White on the tree.

When do you put your decorations up?

Day after Thanksgiving, and not a moment sooner.  (Actually, it usually takes two days, so I should say the Two Days after Thanksgiving.)

What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?

Ham and funeral potatoes.  But this is an unfair question because there isn't any non-dessert item that we ONLY eat at Christmas time.

Favorite Holiday memory as a child:

I got a pink flowered two-wheeled bike the year I turned six.  Since it was missing the training wheels in the box, my dad ran around the block with me all day until I learned to balance and ride without help.  First time I told him I would be fine without him, I ran straight into the back of a parked car.  But I'll always remember that because now that I am a parent I know how much I would hate to spend Christmas running around the block all day!  No, this isn't the parked car I hit.  Luckily, that belonged to some random neighbor on the street behind us, or I probably would've gotten in big trouble.  Unluckily, this embarrassing green Ford Maverick belonged to my dad from his college days.

When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?

When I was five my dad used to drive me to kindergarten on the way to work.  One day in November I asked him The Question, and he answered honestly.  He said, "What do you think?"  and I told him I was a skeptic.  He told me I was right, and I said, "That's what I thought."  I found out later my mom was mad at him for admitting it, but in his defense, I don't think it would have made much of a difference.

Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?

No.

How do you decorate your Christmas tree?

Red and gold balls of various sizes, snowflakes, glass icicles, and gold ribbon.  When I was growing up our tree was full of the make-it-at-school decorations, and when I got married I wanted to have a 'pretty tree.'  I feel like a horrible mom when my kids want to put an ugly decoration made out of paint and puzzle pieces on my pretty tree - I let them do it, but my insides shudder a little.  

Snow! Love it or Dread it?

Love it.  But unless we're headed to the ski slopes, I love it from inside my house the most.

Can you ice skate?

Kind of.  I can remain upright on skates, if that counts.

Do you remember your favorite gift?

One year we got a Kitchen Aid mixer from my parents and a freezer from Nathan's.  That was a pretty cool year, especially since they were both total surprises.  (I like to be surprised, but it is difficult to surprise me, even though I try not to find out and I never sneak around to figure out what I am getting.)

What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you?

Spending time with family and keeping our holiday traditions.  Making memories.

What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?

Homemade chocolate dipped Mounds candy, homemade English toffee, and pumpkin or fresh apple pie.

What is your favorite tradition?

Christmas SEASON:  Taking the kids all bundled up to Temple Square to see the lights.  We bought insulated hot-drink thermoses so we can take hot cocoa and drink it on a bench outside the visitor's center.  If they're being honest, the kids like that part the best.  I think we could probably turn the Christmas lights on our house and take some hot cocoa out to the driveway and they'd like that almost as much!!!
Christmas DAY:  Playing our new games (there is always at least one) with everyone at my mom's house on Christmas afternoon.

Which do you prefer, Giving or Receiving?

Giving, especially if I had a great gift idea for that person this year.

What is your favorite Christmas Song?

Go Tell it on the Mountain as sung by Jim Nabors.  My mom turns it on really loud on the stereo about 2 hours after Thanksgiving dinner and dances around the house to it.  Then she turns it up even louder and calls her sisters to play it into the phone and tell them it is officially Christmas time.

My other favorite Christmas song is O Holy Night.

Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?

Meh.  I can eat one.  But I like Santa's new tradition of buying the Sweet Tarts or Starburst brand fruit flavored ones for the stockings.  They are much more universally liked.

Ever recycled a Christmas present?

I don't think so.

Now I tag Karen, Smart Aliss, and Kirsten.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Blessing Day

We blessed Rachel yesterday.  Nathan gave her a nice blessing, and all her grandfathers and uncles (except the youngest, who wasn't yet old enough) were able to stand in the circle for the ordinance.

Her blessing dress was handmade by Rachel's aunt Marie.  She said it took over 30 hours to crochet.  Isn't she a lucky little girl to have a handmade heirloom like that to keep forever?  Maybe when she grows up her little girls could even wear it too!


I was shocked to see that when compared to old pictures of Rebecca on her blessing day and me on mine (both at around 2 months old), that Rachel does not look as much like her sister as I thought.  She absolutely has her own face, but I now think the resemblance has swung all the way to looking like her mother - for better or for worse!

This is Rebecca on her blessing day:


And this is me on mine.  I wish my parents had saved that fine lookin' couch so we could continue its use as backdrop for perpetuity.  My poor daughters had to settle for blankets.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

At 6 weeks postpartum I'm...


Eight down, eighteen to go.  I'm down one pant size, at least.

I've even got the good kind of candy in the Christmas Candy Dish, and have been successful at eating a piece or two in moderation.  Good for me, right!

Still not ready for prime time though.  I'm thinking it'll be kids' pictures only for this year's Christmas card.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

A Really Really Really Sorry Future at Hallmark

Sunday I had a touch of a stomach bug, so I stayed home from church, took long naps, and generally felt sorry for myself until late afternoon. Upon returning from church, Cassie immediately made me a sympathy card:

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As a matter of fact, I did feel quite Yuchy. (Previously I had felt yucky, but after reading the card I decided that Yuchy was a better description.) Later that evening I was able to eat Sick Soup (The Lipton noodle soup that comes in a red box) and a bowl of Lucky Charms - proving that I was better. Because really, who can eat Lucky Charms on a queasy stomach?

On a related note, I found myself in self-congratulation mode once I was feeling better. As I patted myself on the back for restraint in not eating for 24 hours and staying in bed all day, I just 'knew' that was why I never tossed my figurative cookies. Why is it that when the flu strikes we feel like we have any sort of control over the disease progression? Goodness knows I wouldn't have beaten myself up if I had felt any sicker....

Do any of you do that too?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Something to be thankful for

Rachel has slept through the night twice in a row, beginning on Thanksgiving. I'm not writing anything in ink to document her as an Official Night Sleeper yet -- but I'm beginning to think she loves me after all! She loves me Six and a Half Hours worth. Maybe if I am a very good mom she will learn to love me even more than that soon.

And to the very few (pretty much just their grandparents) wondering about the welfare of the Little Liars, they are back in my graces again. Not my good graces, mind you, but my graces nonetheless.

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In fact, Braden showed a little insight yesterday that made me laugh. We got out the Christmas decorations and storybooks, and he picked up *The Best Christmas Pageant Ever* for the first time. After reading the first chapter, Nathan quizzed him to see if he was understanding the book enough to continue. He told us that it was about some kids named the Herdmans who were 'the worst kids ever' because they burned buildings and told lies and smoked cigars. Then he paused and said with a wry smile, "Kind of like me and Cassidy the other day!" Minus the cigar-smoking, of course.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Bad Day

Yesterday, 6 year old lies.  Gets grounded.  Lies again.  Gets grounded worse.  We make up something to do as a family just so he can watch us and miss out.  Had plans to do something else as a family, but have to postpone because he lied.  He has to stay in his room all day today.  Baby cries.

Today, 8 year old does a halfway job at one of her chores.  Gets in trouble.  Lies.  Gets in trouble and gets another job added for a consequence.  Does a halfway job at the consequence chore.  Lies again.  Lies again.  Lies again.  Is banished to her room.  Husband has to drive all the way home from work to deal with the lies.  In the meantime, I find out she's been taking her frustrations out on a piece of brand new furniture.  She will probably sleep on the floor tonight to remind her to treat furniture nicely.  Baby cries.  Mom cries.

This morning, 3 year old has watched Dora nonstop.  When asked to turn it off for lunch, she cries too.  Baby cries again.  Spits up four times on her newly bathed self.

I try to clean the bathroom, only to realize the toilet is plugged.  I get plunger.  Feel like crying but don't.

Wish I had showered today, but haven't got to it yet.  Maybe I'll tell a lie and pretend like I've showered when I haven't.

Happy Thanksgiving to me.  It'll be better tomorrow, right?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

I've Been Tagged a Lott (Anne Lott, that is)

Anne tagged me, and since she is older than my mom, I feel honor-bound as if I had received an assignment from a parent, to complete it.  Plus I like her, so here goes.

7 Weird Things about me
1.  I don't throw a container away until I've used every last drop of its contents.  Toothpaste, makeup, foundation, butter, and many more.  This does not apply to Rubbermaid containers with moldy food in them.
2.  I have to shampoo my hair every day because it is oily.
3.  I don't really like the Twilight series that much.  (Oh the Horror!  Please still be my friends.)
4.  I have a small birthmark on my upper thigh that looks kind of like the Playboy bunny.  Too bad the rest of me looks nothing of the sort.
5.  I can tell you the make and model of just about any car on the road, and many times about what year it was made too.  Honest to goodness.  I don't know the names of the people who live around the corner from us, but I know they drive an Oldsmobile Alero.
6.  I love butter, pecans, and chocolate chip cookie dough, but I hate their respective ice creams.
7.  I make a growling noise when I get frustrated.

10 Years Ago
1.  I took a class called Pathophysiology from the hardest professor in the zoology department.  It kicked my butt, but I got an A.
2.  I fainted for the first time in my life.
3.  I went to my first-ever corn maze.
4.  I bought my first car.  It was a 1992 Toyota Tercel with two doors and no air conditioning.  The car was a great, reliable purchase, but the no air conditioning part was a big mistake.
5.  I applied to BYU's baccalaureate Nursing program.  I worried about getting accepted, but found out later grades counted more than the application itself, which was used as the tie-breaker.  I shouldn't have worried.

5 Things on my To-Do list
1.  Finish reading Angela's Ashes.  I got halfway through really quickly, and then have been too busy (or too forgetful) to pick it up for five days.
2.  Go shopping and buy some new shirts and Sunday clothes that fit and are in style.  I'm still rockin' my three years ago wardrobe from post-Rebecca.
3.  Write our Christmas letter and send it out in a timely fashion.  I already bought the stamps, so I'm halfway there.  (Isn't going to the post office half of the Christmas letter battle?)
4.  Cull the remaining maternity clothes from my closet, box them up, and deliver them to my pregnant sister-in-law.  All but the last one done.
5.  Buy 20 pounds of macaroni noodles from the church's Home Storage Center to put in the bucket with the fancy spinning Gamma lid I bought.  It is for everyone but me:  Nathan and the kids like to eat macaroni and tomato juice, of which I am not a fan.

5 Snacks I enjoy (recently, that is)
1.  Pecan halves
2.  Sugar free pudding, these days
3.  Yogurt
4.  String cheese
5.  A handful of Total Raisin Bran

5 Things I would do if I was a Millionaire
1.  Buy my kids shoes made out of real leather instead of All Man Made Materials.  Then I could shine the scuffed toes with shoe polish instead of a black Sharpie.
2.  Buy really nice gifts for my family members for Christmas.
3.  Put my 3-5 year old children in real preschool instead of taking turns teaching joy school at the house.  If I'm honest, having my turn is not my favorite thing to do, even though I like the kids being in a group with other children from the neighborhood.
4.  Hire a lawn boy for Nathan.
5.  Get laser hair removal.   Bye, bye razor.

5 Places I have lived
1.  Provo, in a dumpy apartment while my parents went to school
2.  Houston
3.  Seguin, TX
4.  Orem
5.  Provo again, in a dumpy apartment while I went to school

5 Jobs I have had
1.  Copy center employee
2.  Telecenter phone operator
3.  Table busser
4.  Car insurance telemarketer
5.  Labor and delivery nurse

I tag Amber and Melissa.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Baby Houdini

At 3 a.m. I awoke to Rachel's angry crying.  Not just the "I'm hungry" cry, but the "you'd better get in here before my vocal cords rupture" cry.  I stumbled to her room to find her mashed up against the crib rail, completely naked except for her diaper!  Now, lest you think that's how she was left, I must establish that Nathan put her in bed at 11:15 p.m. in the center of the crib, wrapped up like a burrito in a lightweight blanket, and wearing a Carter's nightgown like these below:

They are the kind of nightgowns whose necks stretch to fit over the head easily, but I thought it was quite a trick to wriggle out of it.  I imagined it to be a fluke, thinking maybe if Nathan had pinned her arms down inside the Blanket Burrito she was more streamlined than normal and that had assisted her exit from said pajamas.  You know, like a little mad baby torpedo, shooting through crib space.

I got her into a new nightgown -- at 3:00 in the morning I decided the old one was not to be trusted -- and fed her.  Not anxious for a repeat performance, when I put Rachel back in bed I made sure to leave her arms outside the blanket when I wrapped her up, and also placed her right smack in the center of the mattress.

She was pretty darn angry again at 6:00 a.m. when she awoke for breakfast, so I thought maybe I had made the cardinal Mother Sin of sleeping through her crying for a little while.  Not so.  There she was, naked again, all scrunched up in the corner of her crib and squished against the rails.  

Two resolutions from last night:
  1. I should keep a camera in her room to capture her late night antics, because goodness knows I wasn't trekking downstairs to look for it in the middle of the night.  
  2. Rachel has lost nightgown privileges.  Let's see her figure out how to wriggle out of pajamas with snaps.  (I was going to say 'I dare her' to defy the snaps, but I'm afraid she'd rise to the challenge!)

Thursday, November 20, 2008

A More Economical Skin Solution

We agreed to do a 30-day trial of soft water, so we had a plumber here today to install it.  Becca was sitting on my lap in the living room while he worked, and she asked me what was making all of the banging noises in the basement.  I didn't want to go into a whole big explanation, so I told her there was a man down there fixing our water so that she wouldn't have dry, itchy skin anymore.

Just a few moments later, she stated, "Lotion and banging noises make your skin stop itching."


Don't tell Superior Soft Water, or they'd never sell anymore of these bad boys!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I was culturally insensitive


I grew up in Texas with a lot of Hispanic kids at my school. It is customary in the very Catholic country of Mexico to name little boys after the Savior.  

I knew kids were named "Hay-soos" but I didn't find out that it was spelled "Jesus" until 2nd grade when a kid in my class wrote his name on the chalkboard. I was so offended and told him that wasn't his name and threatened to tell on him to the teacher if he didn't erase it.  

Needless to say, I was the one who ended up looking like the dummy that day. I think fighting with a Hispanic kid about his name is probably the ultimate in Not Being PC.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Baby Disclaimer

Yesterday Rachel wasn't her perfect-for-a-baby self.  She seemed to be hungry all day long, and had the misfortune of that day landing on the same day I was really busy at the house trying to do laundry and clean the kitchen and drive the school carpool and take Cassidy to dance and run to the grocery store.  

Poor kid, she was hungry right at the beginning of dinner and started crying so loud that I put her infant car seat in the bathroom and shut the door because it was the closest room that had a door to close.  She was still in her car seat carrier because I was hoping she would stay asleep after her car ride to the dance studio, and I figured she could wait 7 minutes while we ate.  Nathan said that the bathroom is a gross place to have a Baby Time Out.  I told him it wasn't gross.  It would have been gross if I had put her in the toilet.

She really is a great baby almost all of the time, and I am not going to throw in the towel any time soon.  If I loved breastfeeding more (I pretty much just tolerate it because it is good for her health and our bank account) and if I was more patient (once a baby goes for 3-4 hours between feedings I unrealistically expect that to happen all the time) and if she enjoyed sitting in her swing or bouncer chair (she seems to feel the same way about them that I feel about breastfeeding). . . . . . . . . . . . 

THEN I wouldn't have had a bad moment.  I don't really think she hates me.  (But thanks to all my friends who gave me online sympathy.  Do you call that an i-hug?)

Monday, November 17, 2008

Saturday, November 15, 2008

A Date to the Nerd Cinema

Nathan was working late, Cassidy was performing in the stake musical, and Becca and Rachel were in bed on Friday night.  That left Braden and me together for some quality time.  I had started a recorded episode of Nova while I fed Rachel, and Braden came into my room and began watching it with me.  The subject was not what I'd call kid-friendly, and I thought for sure he'd be bored after a minute and a half.  Rather, he was enthralled and stayed with me until it was over.  I'm almost embarrassed to tell you the topic that held my six year old son's attention so raptly:  Fractal geometry and its real world applications.  

Come to think of it, I suppose I should be embarrassed for myself as well!  When it was over he told me how much he enjoyed it and asked if I had another show like that we could watch together.  We rounded out the night as True Geeks, mother and son, sitting on my bed eating popcorn, drinking lemonade, and watching the episode of Nova about the discovery of dinosaur fossils in Alaska's Arctic wilderness.

This afternoon Braden said he wants to see another show like we watched last night.  I guess when I break out the ep about the crash of space shuttle Columbia, I've got a date.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Candy Conundrum

I keep candy in a dish by the front door at my house.  The actual selection of the candy is governed by many factors.  My most recent candy purchase:  a large bag of assorted Brach's chewy candy.  It includes such gems as Milk Maid caramels, Tootsie Roll Midgees, Air Heads, and Bit O Honeys.  

Because I was feeling frugal, I wanted a bag of candy whose contents wouldn't be consumed by me, Nathan, and the kids (but mostly Nathan and me) in 24 hours.  I hate it when I put out new candy and 24 hours later am wondering, "Gee, how is that bowl empty so soon?"  One day bowl life is anything but cost efficient.

Also, since I am trying to lose my baby weight, I've got to have a Candy Strategy.  I need something good, but not too good.  You can eat just one Tootsie Roll, but those little bite sized candy bars hypnotize me into coming back for more.  I need individually wrapped pieces.  M&Ms or Skittles are oh-so-easy to inhale by the handful, but when you gotta take the time to unwrap, your hand-to-mouth speed slows way down.

Likeability is a huge consideration too.  If I buy something horrible, like Good & Plenty, then it's pretty much like having not bought any candy at all.  When the sweet tooth demands satisfaction, and is met by crunchy black licorice, nothing remains but to raid the chocolate chip stash.  And as we all know, chocolate chips are not individually wrapped.  Side note:  In the photo you can see a round caramel candy with a white center.  These are not really candy, they are brown wax with a white pencil eraser in the middle.  They made me want to run for the chocolate chips too.  Blech.

So you see, I bought diet candy.  Any suggestions for other diet candy to buy when this bag is gone?

Crazy Eights

I thought that My 100 should make me exempt from list tags for a while, but I've been post-poor the past few days, so I cave.  Courtesy of an invitation by Kristi:

8 TV shows I like to watch
1.  The Office  ("Your art...was the prettiest art...of all the art.")
2.  Heroes (It was jumping the shark, but Monday's tie-everything-in flashback episode redeemed it.)
3.  Criminal Minds
4.  Mythbusters
5.  Law & Order SVU  (We use its phonetic name and call it Svoo.)
6.  Fringe
7.  Without a Trace
8.  Oprah (but don't tell anyone)
*It is only fair that I also include the names of shows I do not like to watch.  Nathan loves the cheesy new Knight Rider show on NBC.  He DVRs it every week, and looks at me with pleading little boy eyes every time we are picking a new show from the menu to watch.  I also do not like to watch any of the new comedies out now.  I wish there were more funny shows on my list of 8, but we even tried to give some of the new un-funnies a chance, and we just couldn't do it.  I also watch Dr. Phil sometimes, but I don't like it.  He's pretty impressed with himself nowadays.

8 Things that Happened Yesterday
1.  My friend Jana came over to visit and see the baby.
2.  I served leftovers for dinner.
3.  I snacked less because all the honey roasted peanuts were gone.  (I'm doing myself a favor and not buying them again for a while.)
4.  I let Rebecca stay up and play with a neighbor friend instead of having a nap.
5.  We had a No Screen Time day because I was tired of Rebecca whining about turning off the TV when it was time.  Television is not important, and when the kids start acting like it is, it's time for me to prove to them that it is not.
6.  I worked out for the first time since I had Rachel.  Even though I have a college degree in a health-related field and I know better, I headed straight to the scale to see if I had lost any weight.  I hadn't.
7.  I gave the baby a bath, and then watched her urp on herself five minutes after I had finished drying, combing, and dressing her.  Babies are rude.
8.  I vowed to quit picking at my face.  My complexion has not gotten markedly better even though I have had the baby, but I decided I look worse when I mess with it, so I'm going to try to be patient with my skin.  I also have to be patient with the baby's skin, because her acne is worse than mine and I am dying to pop those little suckers... (Don't worry, I'm not.  I just want to.)

8 Favorite Places to Eat
1.  Nathan's Grandma Neilson's house.  She always has dishes of candy and nuts and hors d'ouvres at her family dinners.  Main course was it when I was growing up, so her way is a novelty to me, even though I've been married to Nathan and going to her parties for 9 years now.
2.  Baxter's American.  See Boy did we luck out.  I wish they hadn't closed.
3.  Bambara
4.  Texas Roadhouse.  I went there with my mom for the first time on the night of the Relief Society Broadcast for our girls' night out dinner.  It was good, the rolls were fantastic, and I want to go there with Nathan soon because I think he would like it too.  Actually, I kind of want to take our kids too, because I hear their items ordered from the kids menu are served in a cowboy hat.
5.  Cafe Rio - but I technically don't like to eat there, because it is noisy.  Once every month or so I feed the kids whatever table scraps or sandwiches or canned food I can come up with, and then later Nathan goes to get Cafe Rio takeout and brings it home.  He gets a burrito, I get a salad, and it is quiet to boot.
6.  Anywhere on a picnic
7.  The Metropolitan.  It's very snooty, but it's fun to go to a snooty place once every couple of years.
8.  Olive Garden.  I know they are probably microwaving the food in the back straight from Olive Garden Central Processing's massive deep freezer, but it still tastes good to me.

8 Things I'm Looking Forward to
1.  Being 3 sizes smaller than this again
2.  Rachel sleeping though the night every day every day every day.
3.  Cassidy being old enough to babysit her siblings so we can go out on a date more often.
4.  Braden starting first grade.  This half-day kindergarten garbage is for the birds.
5.  The stock market recovery.  Not that we've lost millions, but it's just going to be better when the market is on the mend.
6.  Christmas.  The kids have no idea what they're getting, and I'm excited to see their reactions.
7.  Getting a new van.  See #5.
8.  Obama's inauguration.  After months and years of talk, let's get this show on the road and see what he can really do.

8 Things on My Wish List
1.  A new light for over my kitchen table (one socket on the current one is shorted out)
2.  New exterior lighting (the builder used $7 Home Depot specials that rusted after a year or two)
3.  A maid
4.  An LCD television for my bedroom
5.  A new camera.  Doesn't have to be fancy, but ours a few years old and the shutter speed is sooooo sloooooow...
6.  New couches for my front room.  The ones we have are still in great shape, but I'm just getting tired of them.
7.  New bedroom furniture with a king sized bed
8.  Two Day Workweeks - Nathan was able to take some sick days when I had the baby, and it was fantastic.  We talked about starting a petition, but thought better of it.  Not so interested in the Two Day Paycheck.

8 People I Tag
Nobody.  I think all y'all have done this one.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Come Find Me, Mom

Rebecca, from the other room:  "Mom, come find us!  We're hiding."
Me:  "No."
Rebecca, stymied:  "Yes!  Come on, we're hiding.  Come find us!"
Me:  "No.  I don't want to find you."
Rebecca, in complete unbelief:  "But we're hiding!"
Me:  "It doesn't matter.  I'm taking a break from you."
Rebecca:  Mystified silence.

I wish I could have the self-confidence of an egocentric three year old who disbelieves the existence of people who don't want to be around them --- or even, take a break from them!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Boy, did we luck out

A month or two ago Nathan got online and bought one of those Buy it for Half Price gift certificates you can get at deal websites.  He heard about it on the radio, where it was apparently touted as a 'Chungalicious Freakin Great Deal.'  He paid $25 and a few days later we got a $50 gift certificate in the mail.

We'd wanted to try this restaurant for a while, but it is a non-chain, fancier type restaurant that you don't really take kids to, so we had put it off.  It just so happened that Friday night at 8 p.m. I was reading the news online while I waited for Nathan to get home from work.  (It was one of Those Days.)  I happened to click on a section of the newspaper's website I don't usually visit, and happened to click on a writer I don't usually read, and found out that the restaurant was closing!  They announced Wednesday evening that Saturday night would be their last night of business.  I called Nathan on the phone, totally bummed because our Freakin Great Deal was going to end up a Freakin Great Waste of Money instead!

Luckily, Nathan's nice parents were going to be home on Saturday night, and agreed to watch our four kids so we could go out and use our certificate!  As it turns out, it was a very depressing day for me, and a date with no kids was just what I needed.  And, unfortunately, we L-O-V-E-D the restaurant, so it's too bad our first meal there was also our last!  We felt a little dirt-baggy using what pretty much amounted to a half price coupon on the swan-song night of a poor failing business, but not bad enough to not use it.  Nathan did leave the waitress a pretty good 'sorry you're out a job' sympathy tip though.

On a totally unrelated note, this blog post about Public Restrooms by someone I totally don't know is Hi-larious.  Ladies, share it with your husbands.  And don't forget to read the comments.

Friday, November 7, 2008

The Fourth Picture

By default, I have had multiple people tag me for this fourth picture in your fourth folder thing.  (Does 'anyone who hasn't done it yet' really count as a tag, though?  I don't think so, but I'm a good sport.)


This is Braden playing tea party with his younger cousin Amanda.  Apparently they do this every time I drop the kids off to play with cousins/be babysat.  Kara informed me that Braden has a fantastic faux-Brit accent that surfaces with the first pour of air and includes the word "Lay-tees" (ladies).

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

100 Post-iversary

A few days ago I made my 100th post.  In honor of that, I will share 100 things about myself you may or may not already know --

1.  I am on my second wedding ring.  The first one was lost.
2.  I don't lose stuff.  That is why I think 1 1/2 year old Rebecca was responsible for the demise of my first wedding ring.  But I'm not holding a grudge, because I've got a new one now!
3.  I didn't like cheesecake until after I was married.
4.  I didn't like dark chocolate until after I was married either.
5.  I don't think I am pretty.  I am lucky to have a husband who does.
6.  I am an inveterate bargain-hunter.  I have some friends who suggested a two week money-spending fast, and I wanted no part of it.  Not because I wouldn't love to take a break from spending money, or because I might not have the self-control to do it, but because it would kill me to miss out if cereal went on sale and I couldn't stock up.
7.  When I was in high school I didn't get asked on a date by a boy until my senior year.  (I even coined a term:  Male-Initiated Date.  Dates where I asked didn't count.)  I never went to a single boys' choice dance.  It still makes me feel sad for my younger self to think about it.
8.  I am honest to a fault.  I don't like to lie, even to save someone's feelings.  If pressed, I'd rather turn a conversation to a different topic or compliment an ugly baby's obscure best feature than take the easy way out and just say an untruth.
9.  I love being a stay at home mom.  I love my kids.  I love my life and I feel lucky to be in my current situation.  But sometimes I don't understand why I was given the intellectual gifts I have so that I could read Dr. Seuss and clean the house.
10.  I have a Bachelor's of Nursing.  I worked in Labor and Delivery and the ER for a total of a year, and then quit to stay home full time.
11.  I graduated from BYU as the College of Nursing's undergrad Valedictorian.  I had to speak at graduation, which scared me at first, but didn't turn out to be that bad.
12.  I am a lot less self-confident than I appear.  Most people think I have no social fear, but I  have an inferiority complex that surfaces frequently, especially when I am in large groups.
13.  I would rather be in severe pain than experience nausea and vomiting.  Even after being a nurse and a mom, when I hear, "My tummy doesn't feel well.  I think I'm going to throw up," it makes me want to leave immediately.  Even if I know the person connected to the tummy is going to need my help.
14.  My mom is my best friend.
15.  I don't like Mormon fiction.  Anita Stansfield - yuck.  Gerald Lund - no thank you.  I admit to reading and owning the Work & the Glory series in its entirety, but give myself a pass because I completed said series during my teenage years before I had enough time to form a strong literary sense of self.
16.  Even though I now have a stronger literary sense of self, I still enjoy throwaway reads every so often.  I'm just pickier than I used to be!  (Guilty pleasures:  Michael Palmer and Michael Crichton, for example.)
17.  I was afraid of roller coasters until I was 15.  My best friend Jana dragged me onto the Colossus on 9th grade Lagoon Day, and I was instantly converted.  I will now go on almost anything, especially if it goes upside down!
18.  I refuse to be a bullet voter.  I'm a most of the time Republican, but if all my choices on a given ballot end up elephant, I'll pick a random government office and vote Democrat, just out of principle.
19.  I like mashed potatoes best without gravy.  Just butter and salt, thank you.
20.  I 'just knew' my parents would never allow me to go to a rock concert as a teenager, so I never bothered to ask.  Years later when I mentioned this to my dad, he told me they would have let me.  I'm still a little skeptical.
21.  When I was a high school sophomore I chose a black backpack because I didn't want it to ever clash with my clothes.  A month later I realized that was dumb and wished I'd chosen a more interesting color, especially since it was a Jansport backpack and those bad boys last forever.  (I used it all through college and still have it!)
22.  I had braces twice.
23.  I'm not a very good dancer.
24.  My dad offered a boy in our ward $10 if he could teach me how to serve a badminton birdie.  I was unteachable.
25.  I have small feet, and sometimes I can buy shoes in the little girls department.  (They're cheaper!)
26.  I had to wait until I was 13 to pierce my ears, but I let Cassidy get hers done when she was six.
27.  I have a bias against the name Danny.  Most of the Daniel/Danny/Dans I have known have been either weird or creepy and have had a crush on me that I did not return.
28.  I played the flute until my junior year in high school.  My senior year I switched to choir.  Even though I was very good at the flute and I liked it, I should have switched to choir sooner.
29.   I don't like change.  It bothers me when people move away and when grocery stores rearrange their merchandise into different aisles.
30.  I have never carried a balance on a credit card.  Ever.
31.  I had terrible acne as a teenager, and even though my skin is clearer as an adult, I have a residual self-consciousness about going out in public without makeup.
32.  I like hiking.
33.  I hate running.
34.  We lived in Texas during my childhood, where all the ants are fire ants.  You do NOT want to bitten by a fire ant, so you either steer clear or step on as many as you can.  Even though we live in a place where the ants are harmless, my heart still races when I see them.  
35.  I love to play games.  Board games, card games, any games.  Favorites include Bohnanza, Phase 10, Five Crowns, Settlers of Catan, Ticket to Ride, and many more.
36.  I laugh and laugh and laugh at comedy routines by Brian Regan and Jim Gaffigan.
37. I like to stay up late but I married a man who likes to go to bed early.
38.  I think stepping into a wet shower is gross.  I like feeling like I'm the first and only one to use a shower, even if it isn't true.
39.  I like vacuuming and cleaning the kitchen, but dislike dusting and cleaning bathrooms.
40.  My children are required to make their beds every morning.  I, on the other hand, slept on top of my bedspread for over a year when I was a kid because I didn't want to make the bed.
41.  I used to sleep with my window open a crack during the winter because I liked to curl up in bed in warm pajamas and layers and layers of blankets.
42.  I hate to run out of things, even if it is something not too important to be out of.  Being out of eggs, yogurt, cheese, or Scotch tape gives me the itch to run to the store.  Maybe that is part of why I love Costco.
43.  I would have a membership to Costco just to buy their Kirkland Signature brand kitchen garbage bags and baby wipes.  
44.  I think the best thing about having a new baby is that I can kiss and snuggle and nuzzle her all I want, even on the face.  It's not nice to do that to other people's babies, but I can do it all I want with mine!
45.  Nathan has told me many times that I don't have to clear very much with him in the way of spending money.  He wouldn't even get mad if I went out and bought a car without running it by him first.  (Seriously.  But I wouldn't.)  That said, I still ask for his input on small things like whether to spend an extra $5.95 a month to get a DVR for the upstairs TV.  He always says he doesn't care and it is up to me, but I still ask.
46.  I know all the words to "Ice, Ice Baby," but I never owned the album.  Because that would be lame.
47.  When I was 3 I used to think that the heel of a loaf of bread was 'the piece with no crust' and that cottage cheese was ice cream.  I don't mind eating the heel these days, but I still struggle with cottage cheese.
48.  When I was born I stopped breathing multiple times and turned blue.  I had to be in the NICU for a few days and go home with a heart monitor.  I received a priesthood blessing in the hospital, and afterwards stopped having the episodes.  They never were able to find anything wrong with my heart or lungs as a child, and my poor college student parents never received a bill from the pediatric cardiologist either.
49.  I am a spelling, grammar, and punctuation Nazi.  I notice most typos and misplacement mistakes.  A few pet peeves:  businesses that spell C-words with a K to be cutesy (Klassy Kars are never Klassy, folks) and misuse of the apostrophe (You can't be Take'n things places.  If you refuse to be taking, at least be takin'.)
50.  I am selectively ambidextrous.  I eat and cross stitch with either hand.  I only ever use scissors with my left.  I bat, write, and crochet with my right.
51.  I flunked 'Uses scissors properly' in Kindergarten.  YOU try using those blunt, never-were-sharp scissors for lefties made by righties. 
52.  I had my first kiss my freshman year in college.
53.  I have kissed four people, but I am the only person my husband has ever kissed.  He likes to tease me about being easy, but I say four is nothing to be ashamed of.
54.  I drove a black 1985 Chrysler Fifth Avenue when I was a teenager.  I was grateful to have wheels, but occasionally wished for something less embarrassing.  Or at least something smaller.  Its wishful nickname was The Lovemobile.  
55.  When I was 14 I got the stomach flu after eating a roast beef sub sandwich.  It was 6 years before I could eat a roast beef sandwich again.
56.  I am casi-fluente in Spanish.  I took Spanish for four years in high school, skipped Spanish 4 at the suggestion of the Spanish teacher, and still got a 5 on the AP Spanish test.
57.  I was a National Merit Scholar, and attended BYU on full scholarship.
58. I have a rather large sense of personal space.  Its name is My Bubble, and I physically cringe when the uninvited encroach upon it.
59.  When I was two and in Nursery, I very much wanted my class to have a cool name like all the Primary classes had, so I decided we were the Moonbeams.
60.  I asked my dad if Santa Claus was real when I was 5.
61.  I attended eight different public schools and only moved once.  Our small town school district in Texas changed the elementary school boundaries yearly in an attempt to achieve racial diversity.  Because of this, I never had the experience of walking to the neighborhood school.
62.  I learned to ride a two wheel bike all in one day when I was five.  Up until then I had a tricycle, and I got a two wheeler for Christmas.  But the company left the training wheels out of the box, which wasn't figured out until late on Christmas Eve, so my good sport of a dad ran behind me all day long while I learned how to use my Christmas present.
63.  The first car I bought was a stick shift.  My mom had to teach me how to drive it.
64.  My favorite soft drink is Sprite from a soda fountain.  Bottled or canned Sprite is too fizzy.
65.  I don't like cola.  I grew up in a no-caffeinated beverages house, and the first time I ever tasted Coke was at a birthday party.  I had my first sip, leaned over to the friend sitting next to me at the table, and whispered, "This is really gross root beer."  She looked at me like I was from Mars, and replied, "It's Coke."
66. I love the feeling of a cold pillow on a summer night.
67.  I grew up eating my Grandma Shirley's homemade boysenberry jam, and didn't like any other flavors until I was an adult.  Now I make and eat strawberry and raspberry freezer jam, but I still only like homemade and I still like my grandma's the best.
68.  I like kids' cereal dry by the handful and occasionally for breakfast.  But what I really love (and honestly, I do love it) is grown-up cereals like Wheat Chex, Grape Nuts, Cracklin' Oat Bran, Crunchy Corn Bran, and plain Cheerios.
69.  Another thing I like for breakfast but rarely have is hot chocolate and two slices of toast.  Butter the toast, cut it in half, and dunk it in the hot chocolate...Mmmmmm.
70.  One time in high school I had really bad gas and made a big deal about how bad the room stank to a big group of friends.  It took me an hour and a change of location to realize that I was the reason the room smelled so terrible.
71.  I use self tanning lotion every 3 days during the summer because my legs are so white.  Best $7 I ever spent was on my first bottle of that stuff.
72.  I didn't know you were supposed to tip the pizza delivery man until after I was married.  Nathan was shocked and dismayed.
73.  I have really straight hair.  So straight that no matter how long I leave the curlers in/curling iron on, the curl is gone after a few hours.  Even if I use a lot of expensive hairspray.
74.  If I give a compliment, I always truly mean it.
75.  I can suck a Tootsie Roll pop all the way to the Tootsie center without biting it.
76.  I voted for Gore in the 2000 Presidential Election.  Later, when he acted like such a petulant baby about the recount, I wished I hadn't.
77.  I think Twinkies are greasy yellow torpedoes of yuck.  
78.  It takes me about a year to get back to pre-pregnancy form after I have a baby.  I know this, yet it still makes me sad.  Every single time.
79.  I have to buy short or petite length pants, and even so, some might say they're a tad long on me.  If I buy regular inseam pants, I have to cut off at least 4 inches and hem them.
80.  I love all four seasons equally.  It may be from when we lived in Texas --  it was summer or scorching summer for about 10 months out of the year.  The other three seasons had to share the remaining 8 weeks.  Though I like each season in its time, I do particularly love the smell of autumn.
81.  Stains frustrate me.  
82.  I am a rule follower, and I think others should be too.
83.  I was fired from my very first job because of a misunderstanding with a customer.  I was so embarrassed; and I cried for two days afterward.
84.  I was picked from the crowd at MarineLand (a now defunct attraction park similar to SeaWorld) to touch and feed a dolphin.  On a trip to Universal Studios Hollywood I was chosen from the audience to ride the bike from E.T. in front of the green screen.  I don't recall being chosen for anything since.
85.  I thought it was embarrassing when my mom bought me deodorant for the first time.  I remember hiding it in my underwear drawer, red faced, looking over my shoulder and hoping no one could see.
86.  I love to sing alto, but I usually end up singing soprano because I can still sing in that range.
87.  I make up silly songs and put my kids' names in them.  Sometimes they like it, sometimes they don't.  It's a family tradition.  My dad used to make up weird songs, and we would groan about it.  I didn't realize I was doing it just like he did until I'd already been singing my silly songs for 2 or 3 years!
88.  I fear loneliness and boredom.
89.  I hate laying out in the sun to get a tan.  I never seem to tan, and mostly I just get hot and sweaty.  Plus it's boring.
90.  I grew up during the low-fat & fat-free weight loss media craze, so eating cheese makes me feel guilty.
91.  I loved playing Barbies.  I played with them until I was way to old to play with Barbies.  Seriously, like I'm not even going to say the age.  I will say that I haven't played in at least a week.  :-)
92.  In Texas, every girl over the age of 8 carried a purse.  In Utah, girls don't carry purses until at least high school, and often not until college.  When we moved to Utah and I showed up at my new junior high school with my purse, I got more than a few strange looks.  The next day, I left the purse home.
93.  I don't like the fantasy genre as a general rule, but I do like the Harry Potter books.
94.  I graduated from college having never taken a Calculus class.
95.  I hate being told what to do.  As a little girl on timeout in my room, when my mom would say I had been there long enough, I would stay on my bed for longer.  I was going to show her I could come out when I was good and ready to come out, not because she told me I could.  I don't know who I thought I was punishing...
96. I love guacamole so much that for years I would base my entree choice at Mexican restaurants on whether the dish came with guacamole.  I was in my twenties before I realized that guacamole can be ordered as a side item, too!  (Duh.)
97.  I can't not answer the phone, even though I have caller ID.
98.  Wearing flip flop style sandals hurts my feet.  I always feel like they're going to fall off, so I curl my toes under slightly.  By the end of the day, I have a cramp in each big toe.
99.  I usually order ice water at restaurants for two reasons:  1.  I am cheap.  $1.50 all around the table adds up quickly.  Even if I'm not the one paying, soft drinks are not a good value.  2.  I'd rather eat my calories than drink them.
100.   I love my immediate and extended family more than anything.  Nathan and I spend most of our free time together, and often at home.  And even though we've been married for 9 years, we still take long weekends and vacations with both sides of our extended families, sometimes more than once a year.

Whew.  100 things is a lot of things.

Braden Turned 6


It was the year of the Lego, gift-wise.  We gave him a large set, and his grandparents gave him two Star Wars building sets.  He got a gift card to Target from another grandma, and used it to buy...the only two remaining Star Wars Lego sets in the $10 price range!


Dad and I spent over an hour building Legos together.  Maybe that's what Dad wants for Christmas...

I begged for a rocket ship cake since I was having a space party.  Mom had every intention of making it, but it ended up being Dad who did the decorating since mom was feeding the baby.  Maybe Mom should arrange to "feed the baby" every time a cake needs decorating from now on!  

Grandpa Belliston was at the house by the time the boys returned for cake an ice cream.  He encouraged the incorrigible and we ended up with these beautiful snapshots of each boy!

Monday, November 3, 2008

Lost & Ground

Braden lost his first tooth the day after he turned 6!  His dad helped pull it out...and promptly dropped it on the carpet, never to be found by human hands.  Braden wrote a heartfelt plea to the Tooth Fairy:

Dear Tooth Fairy,
I dropped
my tooth
on the carpet.
From Braden

Luckily, she still left him a dollar, but as she did not leave a reply, we are unsure if she found the dropped tooth.  Braden posited that she might have gotten proof of the lost tooth by looking at him because he tried to sleep with his mouth open so she could see the empty spot.

Halloween in Pictures















































Glamour witch
Superman
Cheerleader

Trick-or-Treating with Uncle Preston in the land of the full-size candy bar.  (It pays to have grandparents who live 'up on the hill.')

Becca learned the Cookies and Cream cheer and said, 'GO Team!' all night long.