Sunday, December 27, 2009

Christmas Eve

Per request made by Oma I am updating our blog. Evidently 11 days is far too big of a gap. I agree. I just hadn't gotten around to it until now. Thanks for the prompting. :)

Christmas this year was really nice. We stayed at home and had a quiet and mostly peaceful Christmas morning. I say mostly because when Ian figured out there was candy in everyone's stockings he thought it was ALL up for grabs. No go. I'm am a wee protective of my stocking candy- probably stemming back to the days of siblings and the need for bartering goods. I'll trade you this crunch bell for that peanut butter tree. How 'bout TWO crunch bells?

The festivities began on Christmas Eve when I made my first real Christmas Dinner. May I just say it is hard to cook a ham and rolls and grandma's macaroni salad (I really need to come up with a cool name for it because those outside my immediate family don't know what to expect from that) and mashed potatoes and gravy (after running out of time and space on the plates we decided to forego the green beans or carrots) and set a beautiful table--all for two adults, a two year old, and a 7 month old who sits far enough away from the table that he can't yank the table cloth. It's quite the to-do. I think perhaps with more people eating the food- the more it would be worth it. My favorite part of it all? The chocolate milk in wine glasses. Classy, I know. That was probably Ian's favorite part too, seeing as he wouldn't eat a thing I cooked. (We did manage to trick him into eating some rolls-mwahahaha!)

After our beautiful (if a bit stressed out on the cook's part) meal the boys had baths and got jammies on and then we read the Christmas story from Luke 2. Or tried. We were going to read it in German and English but that wasn't working. I think we got to baby Jesus wrapped in swaddling clothes. So we switched to a picture book version. Unfortunately, that didn't go over much better. 50 time outs later (I don't remember how many- but it seemed like a lot--Ian refuses to STAY in time out now so he is forever getting his time restarted. Having said that it was probably only one or two actual time outs that took forever) we finished the story of Christ's birth. Nothing magical. No angels singing. Just relief to get it done. Then dash away, dash away, dash away all to bed. No dreams of Sugar Plum Fairies (what IS a sugar plum fairy anyway?) instead dreams of french toast and hot cocoa in the morning were dancing in our heads.

Side note: Ian LOVES wrapping presents! He would see the scraps of paper left from something I had wrapped earlier and beg to wrap a present. So we had him choose books he wanted us to read to him on Christmas to wrap up. Mom got Hippos go Bezerk, Dad got Captain Underpants and Landon got Max's New Suit. Pretty fun. We might just do that again next year. I kind of like unwrapping books. Ian also wrapped up a random little box I had put change in (so it rattled) and gave it to Landon. He was so excited to give it to him and show him how to unwrap it--but I'll save the rest of the Christmas day stories for tomorrow. Merry (belated) Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

What do Christmas and 9-11 have in common?

So I've been thinking about Christmas Spirit lately. Appropriate seeing as we're a mere 9 days away at this point from the day of Christmas. When we celebrate Christ's birth. People who don't believe in Christ or that his birth was of great significance (or even real) still get into the spirit of the season. Santa encourages us to be nice and to think of others. I think the general good feelings that come during this time of year are due to the fact that more of us are thinking about Christ more often. Or at least more people are perhaps thinking more Christlike and thinking of others. Whichever the case may be, it's more pleasant to see the kindness. It's so easy to get caught up in the selfish gimmie gimmies of gifts. What I need- what I want. Me me me.

It makes me think of another time- NOT Christmas where I felt like there was perhaps a little more togetherness. Right after the attacks on the World Trade Center in New York on September 11th 2001 it felt like there were more people pulling together to help each other. People were scared and turned to God. People who had ignored him for years began to pray for themselves and for loved ones. Praying that there would be some way to get along- to make peace. And then time passed. Pain and fear lessened and we forgot. We forgot to look out for our neighbors and friends and strangers who could use a hand. At Christmas time we remember again for a little while. Maybe we should make every month have its own little Christmas. I know, as a church-going person myself, that we are supposed to do that at least weekly if not daily in our own lives. Easier said than done I find. I'm not talking about making New Year's resolutions to be better and give more and love more. If we put it off- it won't happen. Maybe today can be the day for change. A change of heart.

Whaddya think?

Sunday, December 13, 2009


...I am trying to ignore the fact that my head feels like it may, at any given moment, explode.

...I'm watching Ian play with his blocks and trying desperately to keep his little brother from playing with them too. He's building a train-something-or-other. I think it's supposed to be a train depot like on Thomas the Train.

...Landon is practising sky-diving. At least that's what it looks like. He can't crawl yet but you still have to keep an eye on him. He rolls and manages to get around somehow.

...Sean is sitting in Church all alone :( The little boys and I are ditching church (sinners!)--well Ian was sick and now I am too.

...I am wishing I had an appetite for the fudge I made yesterday. My dry HoneyNut Cheerios were enough for me this morning.

...I'm thinking about Christmas gifts and what craftiness needs to go into some of them. For obvious reasons I cannot elaborate here just yet.

...I'm looking forward to our vacation this summer. And to a time with no frozen white stuff on the ground.

...I'm wondering what a woodpecker was thinking when he started pecking on our house this morning. I doubt there's good stuff in our walls.

...I'm wishing next month could come a little faster. I miss my little brother. He's coming home from an LDS Mission to Berlin Germany at the end of January.

...I think I'll do a puzzle now with the firstborn.

Peace on Earth Good Will to All.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Geekdom level increase!

We were introduced to a website called It is a great website to teach kids their ABC (as well as other options I haven't looked at. Ian loves the place and continually wants to do "Ay-Be-Shees". Well, for the longest time, he would just click-click-click no matter where the cursor was. I patiently (debatable) tried to show him how the movements of the cursor coincide with the movements of the mouse, but he would usually move the mouse so fast that it would be from one side of the screen to the other in no time. This meant that most of the time we had to place the mouse, tell him not to move it and to "click" it.

This morning, he wanted to get on to "Ay-Be-Shees" so I let him. He seemed to be getting lucky, because I continued to here it spout off the ABC's, etc. Then I realized he could actually use the mouse. He could get it where he wanted and click. I immediately took the following video.


Saturday, December 5, 2009

Survey Says....

I found this on a friend's blog and thought it might be fun.  We'll see how long it takes Sean to notice I've even blogged. tee hee hee.

-How long have you been married? 3years, and almost 9 months
-How long did you date? Well from our first date in May to when we got engaged in October- 5 months...but most of those we were apart and not really dating.  Just chatting.  Technically September to October: a month until we got engaged.
-How old is he? 26 and a half
-Who eats more sweets? Me. By far. I have a sweet tooth like you wouldn't believe.  Sean would usually rather have chips and salsa over goodies.
-Who said I love you first? Me. At 3 Peaks. Sean did say it back. (By the way that is also where he proposed...good idea mister)
-Who is taller? Sean
- Who can sing better? I'd say me. But I love to hear him sing, especially to the boys. There is something so pure about singing.
- Who is smarter? Sean is. I have my own strengths. (If you go by grades I'd definitely have to say him--but grades don't mean everything.) I can usually beat him in Trivial Pursuit though.
- Who does laundry? Depends. Me sometimes. Sean sometimes.  He's better about getting them folded and put all the way away than me though.
- Who pays the bills? Me. Sean makes the money.
- Who sleeps on the right side? Looking at the bed from the foot of the bed: Me.  But I get antsy and sometimes switch it up.
-Who mows the lawn? Sean. I'm allergic to freshly mowed grass.  Makes me itchy and sneezy.  But I did mow the lawn once this summer to surprise Sean.
-Who cooks dinner? Depends on how lavish or time consuming.  I do easy things like burritos and crock pot stew and Sean does fajitas or meatballs--things that take more attention.
-Who drives? Sean usually.  I much prefer to be passenger. Always have.  Though I like driving sometimes.
-Who is the first to admit they are wrong? Sean.  I'm not always very good at letting go of grudges.  I'm working on it. :) Sean is very patient.
-Who kissed who first? Sean kissed me.  But not on the pier at sunset *wink*
-Who asked who out first? Sean asked me to go off-roading with him but I was going to my roommate's bridal shower.  Then I asked him for his number so we could study together for finals.  Yeah.  Finals.  It was a good excuse anyway. I think for our first date he asked me.
-Who wears the pants? On Sundays Sean does. But who is the boss? Is that the REAL question?  I'd say probably me.  It's all about give and take and compromising but Sean's a good sport to put up with some of the things I ask of him. 

I love you babe.  A Very Merry Un-Anniversary to you!

Friday, December 4, 2009

Do you see what I see?

Take a look at this: 

Do you see what I see?
I spy with my little eye two sleepy boys. 
Don't believe me?
See for yourself:

When I went to put Landon in bed (in his crib) I found big brother hiding/asleep on the floor.  What the heck, at least he's asleep.  Or so I thought.  When I brought the camera out to take this shot he kind of woke up and told me he was playing hide and seek.  I offered him his pillow and he fell right back asleep. Go figure.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Wedding Bells Ring: Part 3- Dancing

Let's start with one of my favorite parts of My Best Friend's Wedding.  If you haven't seen it;  I'm sorry.  It's one of my all time favorites. 

Julianne Potter(Played by Julia Roberts)
: George, I didn't tell you my dress was lavender.
George Downes(Played by Rupert Everett)--you have to hear it in a Gay British Male Accent
: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you're off your chair in one, exquisite movement... wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish... radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you... the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is... gay... like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think... what the heck. Life goes on. Maybe there won't be marriage... maybe there won't be sex... but, by Gosh,  
there will be dancing.

We begin with the traditional Father/Daughter dance.  This dance always gets to me because I never got to do that one with my dad.  Our wedding was crazy and hectic and we didn't have a reception with dancing.  (Dad- someday we'll get one in.) Enjoy Richard here with his beautiful baby girl.

Then there was the First Dance as Husband and Wife.  Tyler and Nikki started it and then we all joined in.

Nikki and Tyler.

Sean and I.

Landon got in on the fun courtesy of Aunt Dani.

Ian bustin' a move with Grandma.
(I like the footwear--he must be Arleen's grandson.)

Ian wasn't actually dancing here.  He was having Daddy spin/fly him.  No action shot sorry.

Sweet Lexi dancing with Uncle Sean. Xavier is quite a dancer too and used to be the first to cut the rug but this year he said he doesn't dance.  Too bad.

And here we have the traditional Mother/Daughter dance.  Of course when it comes to this duo there is no such thing as "traditional". We love Tiff and Lexi.

Finally we have the parents of the bride.  I love this picture. Married 30+ years and still in love.

Wedding Bells Ring: Part 2- Decorations

Now I'm sure you've heard of the house that Jack built.
Well this is the cake that Trish built.
A lot of man (woman) hours went into it but it sure looks AWESOME! Oh and did I mention she's never taken a cake decorating class or anything.  Just figured it out. The boys took the beads off once before the wedding but Trish worked her magic and fixed it.  At least the fondant doesn't let the little kids swipe frosting like in weddings past.

Next up is the happy couple.  (I caught them a bit off guard)
Mr. & Mrs. Tyler and Nikki Bunting.
(Notice the beautiful swag on the arch...I made that and Sean did the black scarf draping. Man of many talents.)

Now check out the likeness of these two in clay form. 
Crazy huh? Flowers, jewelry, detailed dress and all.  (Also notice the cute vase with limes an hot pink Gerber daisies behind the cake. Very cute and very Nikki.)
A little bit closer now:

A lady in my in law's ward made it.  Amazing. 

A LOT of hard work and ingenuity went into decorating for the wedding, luncheon and reception. Thanks to EVERYONE who helped! It took a village.

Next instalment: Dancing!

Monday, November 30, 2009

Wedding Bells Ring

One big happy family.  Well that's as close to a smile as we were going to get from Ian due to delayed nap-time. For not getting much sleep this past weekend Ian was very well behaved....mostly.  I was hoping to get a good family shot to blow up and put on our wall.  Maybe next photo opp. 

As promised: Me in my wicked-sweet-great-deal of a dress.  Church hallways weren't exactly made for modeling but hey, you do what you can with what you have.  Notice my hot pink flats.  I would have liked to wear heels but this is what I had and my feet thanked me by the end of the night. 

Awww. Cute. Check out Sean's tie.  That's right.  I made it.  It is pretty cool.  Thankyouverymuch.

And the show stealers.  Ian didn't like it when I took Landon from him.  "Lalow- sit." So here they are watching "Bolt" together. Well this is acutally them cheesing for the camera. THIS: Ian, Landon, Kaden and Sean all watching the movie together.

Coming soon to a blog near you: More pictures and stories
of the Blanding trip.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Twirly Girl

I'm totally stoaked.  I don't use those words lightly my friends.  I have been told before that I know how to get a good deal.  It's true.  This is proof.  See this?

I got this dress for a mere $15.  (No that is obviously not me in the picture) Mine is black (this one is brown) and I will be wearing it with a black shirt underneath to bring the modesty standards of the dress up to par and a hot pink ribbon with the sash for pizzaz.  Uber-cute.  I LOVE it. And I got a killer deal to boot! So excited! The dress is a Mori Lee by Madeline Garnder.  Now that may not mean much to you.  It didn't really mean a whole lot to me either but I googled it and found the site.  Love the style of most of the dresses on the site (all rather similar to this).  But after touching the fabric and seeing the dress I could tell it is A) well made B) high quality fabric (oh so yummy) and C) expensive--especially on a budget of next to nothing. 

I am grateful someone thought to give this beautiful dress (probably a bridesmaid) to Deseret Industries so I could give it a home.  For many many years to come.  I love how it sways too.  It reminds me of being a little girl and spinning around and around just to watch and feel my dress twirl. 

Pictures of me in said dress next week.  Ah.  Love it.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Non Compos Mentis

What's the difference between an idiot and a lunatic?  Basically a lunatic is a one time case of non compos mentis (latin term meaning not having command of one's mind) and an idiot is a lack of mental facilities- thus long term non compos mentis.  Somewhat like the phrase "Ignorance can be fixed- stupid is forever" Lunatic is just a phase- Idiot is forever.  Just in case you were wondering what the legal definitions were.  I'm no lawyer and I don't pretend to be- I was simply curious after reading a local municipal code explaining that people can still be considered attached to a crime if they told an idiot or lunatic to do it.  I didn't know those were acutal legal terms.  They are.  So the next time you call someone an idiot.  Think twice.  Chances are they are simply a lunatic that wants you to think they are an idiot so they can get away with more. 

Note: the picture is the half-wit from 10th Kingdom... I did not find a legal definiton of half-wit.  If you know of one- please comment. 

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Skit Skat Skoodle Doot

Flip Flop Flee- Everybody's Running to the Coconut Tree!

Ian is enjoying learning letters. He loves Chicka Chicka Boom Boom and the Starfall website.  Cousin Nathan told us about it and Ian thinks it is AWESOME! I have to help him navigate the mouse and he gets a little click happy but he loves the site and learning about the letters.  If you have little ones or know little ones- check it out.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Layla Grayce Blanket Set GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!

Layla Grayce Blanket Set GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!

Don't these blankees look super nummy soft??? Always in the mood for a little inspiration.


One down I don't know how many to go.  I finished making one gift today.  Now I can't tell you what it is except to say that I've been feeling a bit crafty.  While Christie was here we managed one project together and that kindled the crafty fire.  I have ideas but the time and means to do what I am envisioning is not readily accessible.  That's ok.  Necessity is the mother of invention right?  Maybe poverty is the mother of creative solutions.  Either way I'll work with what I have.  So I know we haven't had Thanksgiving yet but everyone is already thinking about Christmas so I might as well too.  (I have to have some of Christmas stuff done BEFORE Thanksgiving so really it's just me being practical).  I have mixed emotions every year about Christmas.  We are all expected to give gifts and the consumerism is off the charts this time of year.  I love finding gifts for others but I have a hard time with expectations.  My boys are too small to anticipate getting gifts (but they'll get them just the same) so do I change my consumer ways now while they're little before they know?...

Afterall what is the point of Christmas?  To celebrate the birth of the Savior of the World.  To celebrate Christ.  To love and give thanks for all the blessings we have.  To be kind and serve one another.  Not to give each other junk that we'll never use.  "Dustables" Matt calls them.  And yet some of the stuff is just so fun or cute or (insert justification here).  You get the picture?  I'm torn.  My spiritual self is trying to find the higher purpose and the worldly me is trying to find or create cool/fun/useful/thoughtful gifts for those I know and love.

What's a girl to do? Until I come to a conclusion I'll just keep's good for my mind.

Friday, November 6, 2009


Thank you all for your concern.  I've calmed down now and still feel the sting of injustice but I'm feeling better.  Yesterday was a bad day all around and I'm hoping today is better.  (The Medicaid office is closed on Fridays so I won't have to deal with any of that.)  I appreciate those of you who were concerned about our family (or my mental health :) )  Today is a new day.  There are a lot of things to do so let's hope I can get some of them accomplished.  Billy Joel here I come.  (Billy Joel helps me clean.)

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Your call will be answered in the order it was received. Please stay on the line. Thank you for your patience. PAH!

The fire has died down a little and I'm not spitting mad- but just barely. I need to vent (how's that for a disclaimer) I am So SICK of the government runaround and bullying! I am an honest hard working person who gets things done when they are supposed to be done. So why does medicaid (read the powers that be) feel the need to bully me into doing stuff. I'm so tired of them sending me threat notes "If you don't get this all in by 6 pm we're closing your case"--So I make darn sure the paper gets faxed by 11 AM and what happens? I get a notice saying our case is closed. Missed the deadline. No I DID NOT! YOU missed my paperwork. They must be seriously understaffed if they can't get my paperwork processed on the day they declare I must have it in and then make we wait 45 minutes on the phone (using my cell phone minutes by the way) to talk to someone who doesn't know JACK about my case just to tell me that "looks like the case is open so there is nothing to complain about ma'am" I'll give you something to complain about....UGH!

Why does our government prey on poor people.  Step on the back of the little guy.  That's capitalism I guess.  I can't stand politics.  It just makes me so angry.  I haven't been so crying mad in a while--or at least since the last time this happened in August.  What am I to do?  We cannot afford regular healthcare on a student salary but we can't afford to not be students either.  (The loans alone are enough to encourage us to finish school but then there would be the lost opportunity costs as well...) From what I hear "regular" healthcare isn't all that and a bag o' chips either.  We live in the richest nation in the world and poor people are forced further into poverty to get decent medical attention.  Why don't we take care of each other more?

Sean can we move to a commune somewhere and ignore the government and hope they ignore us? 

Just for your info-- I did look up our representatives, state and federal and I WILL be sending them a letter of some sort.  But I know it won't help.  I have no faith in the powers that be to hear my little voice and change it for the better.  You'd better believe that change is coming.  But Dorothy I think it's gonna get darker before it gets lighter. 

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Sweet November

Did anybody see that movie called Sweet November?  I'm probably one of the ten people who saw it.  Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron.  Sappy love story that made me cry.  That is the movie that made me love the name Abner.  He's the next door neighbor kid. Too cute.  Don't worry.  Sean would never agree to it for a name for one of our kids.  A character in a story I will someday write will have that name. 

But that isn't really what I was going to post about.  I was just posting about November.  It has a soft place in my heart because it is my birth month.  (Doesn't everyone feel that way the whole month of their birthday?) But really I like the focus on gratitude and being thankful.  It seems that this time of year (especially for those in school) becomes crunch time.  Things are hurried.  Projects and papers and book reports (oh my!).  Everyone is feeling the pressure to perform and get the grades and the gifts for Christmas (really? already? better hurry and find the perfect gift that says I was thinking about you but I didn't want to shell out loads of cash) and this and that.  It's nice to have a holiday dedicated to slowing down a bit (thanks to the tryptophan from the turkey) and remembering what it is that we are thankful for.  I don't think we do enough of that at any time of the year.  There's plenty of stuff to grumble about (snow, cold, mud, getting sick the list goes on from there) but there ARE things I am grateful for.

I am thankful for the taste of warm apple cider (not as hot as Sean likes it).  How it warms your whole insides as you feel the first of it trickle down your throat.  Mmmm.

I am thankful for the smells of autumn.  I just realised that I'm not allergic to the smells of autumn- which is probably why I enjoy them a bit more.  Dry  leaves (wet ones not so much).  Cider.  Pumpkin.  Crisp night air.  Cinnamon.  Warm baked goods.

I am thankful for a time set aside to be reminded of my blessings--for I have many.

I am thankful for time to visit with family and friends.  Wish we could do it more often.  I usually get surprise calls from old friends (friends from the past not who are old themselves) and I love it.

I am thankful for people who will read this blog (yes that means you) and will take a minute to think about something they are thankful for today.

Ahh. Thank you Sweet November.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

What a Holiday...

Well today was definitely different than any other Halloween we've ever had.  I'm crossing my fingers (and will plan a little better hopefully) that next year wil go a little better.

Started out the day with a 5k.  My first.  Ever.  (Thanks by the way to Dani and Fielding who graciously watched our boys while we ran. Very much appreciated.)  Couldn't find the camera in time so no pictures.  Sorry.  We have some before photos on our phones but those don't upload.  (We're old school and don't have internet on our phones.)  It was a small fun run- about 30 participants.  Which I didn't mind.  Not so overwhelming.  A 5k is 3.1 miles.  Somehow I got it in my mind that a 5k was only 2 1/2 miles.  I never bothered to look it up.  So that's what I "trained" for.  In my mind at least.  I didn't find out it was 3 until Sean told me when we were running.  I'm sure he mentioned it before--perhaps that one got logged in a temporary folder in my mind.  Oh well.  I survived.  Had a great running partner. (The BEST) Now I can cross that off my bucket list.  I have not run that distance since cross country practice in 7th grade...12 years ago.  Good grief.  I'm glad it's over.  I'm glad I did it.  But I will not do that again any time soon.  And not in the winter.  IF I ever do one again it will be during summer so I have better prep time.  We got 45:50 as our official time.  Not great.  Not even good by a traditional runner's standard--but I am no traditional runner.  I did what I set out to do and that feels good.  Even if my joints don't.  (Thank goodness for Ibuprofen!)  So that was our morning.

Then we went and picked up the boys from Aunt Dani & Uncle Fielding's house.   They seemed to have a good time.  Landon was hungry by the time we got there so I nursed him.  Then we headed home to clean up.  We runners needed to clean up as well as our house needed a bit of sprucing.  You see we were having people over to play How to Host a Murder for lunch.  Called my Mom to tell her the news: I survived and it's over!  Shortly after I hung up the phone Landon puked.  I thought maybe it was just because I hadn't burped him well enough.  Then he puked some more.  Car seat: Soaked.  Landon:  Pretty gross and not looking so hot.  So Lando got dibs on the bathtub.  Cleaned him up, put him in his swing.  He puked again.  Just bile this time.  That really gets to me.  It's one thing when there's substance but bile just means the poor kid is hurting for nothing.  It's terrible.  Called the doctor (they have weekend clinics- thank heavens).  They said try pedialyte for a while.  While I went to the store to get some Fielding came over to help give Landon a blessing.  He hasn't been this sick since he was in the NICU.  Gave him some pedialyte.  He kept it down.  Went to the doctor.  He was feeling a bit better by then (Isn't that how it ALWAYS works?).  But it helped alleviate my fears.  Lungs sound great.  He looks good.  He's keeping the pedialyte down and since then I have nursed him.  Things are looking up.  Keep him and us in your prayers as one can never tell how these things are going to go.

So we didn't Host a Murder tonight.  Kinda bummed about that.  We'll do it another time.  Also didn't go to the ward Trunk or Treat.  Didn't bother making Ian dress up (he doesn't really like to most of the time).  So we were very bah humbug this year.  It felt weird.  Very weird.  We passed out candy to the few trick-or-treaters we had and watched Ladyhawke.  (Good cheesy 80's movie)  Maybe next year I'll have some good costumes on hand for last minute things like this.  We'll see.

In other news: My birthday is in 28 days (4 weeks).  Quarter of a century.  "Old" according to Mike's standards... remember a few years ago when you turned old Mike??  Just thought I'd mention it.  Presents and money are welcome.  Notice the AND.

Happy Halloween Everybody.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Maggie's Five

Five things I am grateful for today.

1--I am grateful that I was able to hold Ian right after he was born.  The nurse put him on my chest and I got to hold him and love him.  Now that he's 2 he doesn't let me hold him and love him so much any more but I am grateful for the moments we do get. I am especially grateful for that first moment.
2--I am grateful that Landon wants me to hold him now.  I didn't get to hold him until the day after he was born and that was hard.  I only got to touch his little arm before they flew him off to St. Mary's Hospital in Grand Junction.  I tried to sleep that night he was gone but it was so hard.  I must have woken up a thousand times and felt the awkward silence.  Luckily I was tired enough to get some sleep.  Yesterday I felt really frustrated that he wouldn't let me put him down even to go to the bathroom without crying.  I'm glad today I can be grateful.
3--I am grateful for a loving extended family.  Everyone seems genuinely concerned for our little family and I am grateful.  Not everyone has such support.
4--I am grateful that I married Sean.  And chose to be sealed forever.  I have never regretted that decision. Not once.
5--I am grateful that I get to see the imagination and wonder of these boys everyday.  (I have to remind myself that I'm grateful for that sometimes) Ian is in a stage right now where he pretends.  This morning he was a helicopter flying around the room.  After that he was taking his pet aligator, Bridget, for a walk. 

Gratitude is a beautiful thing.  I don't remember it as often as I should.

I was inspired to gratitude while blog-hopping and reading about infertility and sterility.  What a blessing these two miracle boys are in my life.  

"The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!"  ~Henry Ward Beecher

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Don't like the weather--just wait a few minutes.

Picture with me a tree full of bright yellow leaves. 

That was this tree this morning (also covered with a hefty layer of snow)
Now it has no leaves (or very few)
So where did they all go??

On the ground of course! What you can't see is our driveway running through the middle of the pile of leaves.  The trees have surrendered; Winter is here.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Brotherly Love in the Mornin'

Aren't they the cutest?  He sure does love his little brother.  Ian insisted that Lando sit next to him and watch "Bobots"- Landon was just excited to have his brother's full attention for a few minutes. 

I love my boys (including the one not pictured;their daddy)

Update:  I have been sick forever it seems.  It comes and goes then comes again.  Pink eye, cough, flu, migraines all rotated in at some point.  So getting my running in hasn't happened as much as I'd like.  And let's face it- there were a few days where I physically felt well enough- just not motivated to find a babysitter.  It's too cold to take the boys running now so if Sean isn't home that means finding someone to watch the boys.  I had no idea what a hassle getting a babysitter is.  You have to find a willing soul- the right time- get the boys ready- make sure they have extra diapers and clothes (because Murphy's law says if you don't bad things will happen)- get them there (no small feat) then go running?  Yeah...  And to top it all off- it snowed this morning and I hear it is likely to snow Saturday morning as well.  Maybe Mike was right- I should just dress up as an Eskimo.  I'll give you full update on Saturday (or roundabouts) if I survive.  Cross your fingers and say prayers on my behalf.  And for Sean too. (thanks)

In other news: We are in week 11 with 5 to go (plus finals week). Sean got an email last night talking about graduation (in 2011).  Crazy! You start the program and then they send you stuff for graduation within the first semester!  Exciting.  It's still a lot of work away but time-wise it's just on the horizon.  Hard to believe after a 5 year bachelor degree that this one will be done in a mere 18 months or so. (Sean is planning to be done with classes next December but graduation is in May). 

Life is crazy and just keeps comin'. 

Monday, October 26, 2009

I would not could not on your shoe....well if you insist.

Sometimes you just have to sleep.  That's all there is to it. 

He came out of the room from his nap and fell asleep again on the floor.  On my shoe no less.  The poor kid was just plum tired.  (And he tried to tell me he didn't even need a nap)  This was about a week or so ago but I just got around to posting it now.

It reminds me of a song by Barenaked Ladies.  Who needs sleep?  The chorus:
Who needs sleep?
(well you're never gonna get it)
Who needs sleep?
(tell me what's that for)
Who needs sleep?
(be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awake
since the Second World War)

I vaguely remember being little and sleeping in all sorts of strange positions.  Good thing we didn't have digital camera back in the day :)

Monday, October 19, 2009

Granma's Raspberries

Picking Raspberries at Grandma and Grandpa's House

The Dynamic Duo caught red handed...

Ian decided Raspberries are good only if they come from Grandma's and if you can pick them yourself.  (He wouldn't eat them before when we tried to get him to...he spit it out and shaking his head said "Like" meaning doesn't like)

Monday, October 12, 2009

What is this all about?

Jealousy? Rebellion? Fun? Adventure?  Thrill?  See how far to the edge you can push mom?  Naptime.  We have been having issues with this fun topic.  I don't know WHAT happened but Ian will not go down for a nap like he used to (though he sure as heck still needs one).  He's all about pushing the limits lately and time out does not work.   Today we talked about naptime and he understood that after lunch it was time to nap... he even said so himself.  So he got a book, we read it, but he wouldn't lay down.  So he knows the rule is I take the book and shut the door if he gets off his bed.  He KNOWS this.  He gets off the bed.  Of course.  So I take the book and shut the door.  Crying. "Read!" he laments over and over--because he wanted to read the book he couldn't find until Mom uncovered it and took it away.  Hooper Humperdink has never been so popular.  Then silence.  Ahh. 

Sighed too soon.  I hear music coming from the room.  Not just any music but music from Landon's elephant that is in his crib.  Go in.  Sure enough.  Ian's pretending to "schleep" in Lando's bed.  Take him out of the crib, place him on his bed and make a deal.  I give him the Elephant Book and shut the door and he agrees to read it and stay on his bed.  I check the baby moniter.  He's reading it.  When I go back to check it again---nothing.  What?  Has he really fallen asleep?  Angels begin to sing.  I breathe a sigh of relief.  A flood of peace comes over me.  Then I opened the door.

That's right.  He zonked out in the crib.
Score sits at Ian:1 Mom:1 (At least he's asleep)
Now- how do I get him to do that in HIS bed again?

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Stop sucking on your socks! At least they're clean...

I ran half a mile today up hill pushing at least 40 pounds.  That's got to be worth something right?  We had to get some paperwork turned in for insurance stuff and it's only 8 blocks so I decided why not just take the boys in the stroller and get my jogging in too?  I would have run home too but Ian wouldn't get back in the stroller with Landon.  He's too big for that.  "Eee.  Walk."  Or really just dawdle and duck walk and turtle walk home.  He's pretty funny.  I tried to explain to him that we don't walk on other peoples' lawns because it doesn't belong to us.  So what does the little stinker do?  He waits until their walkway and THEN walks with one foot in their walkway and one on the regular sidewalk.  Oh he was so proud of himself for finding the loophole. 

I pre-apologize for the lack of pictures with this post-- didn't have a camera with me.  We took an interesting detour on the way home.  We walk past the firehouse on our way and this time I decided to let Ian go in to see if we could see the trucks better from in there.  Well we got a little tour of the firehouse- complete with lights.  It was pretty cool.  I'm so grateful he didn't try to do the horn or siren or anything loud.  Getting Ian close to them was a pretty big achievement.  I think he's beginning to get over his fear of Fire Trucks (or anything with a siren) but I totally understand where he is coming from.  The sirens still make my stomach sink at first if they're close. 

It was cold for our run today, though I think going during the "heat" of the day helped.  Could have been worse (and probably will be soon) but I bundled up the boys anyway.  The mittens we have for Landon are pitiful and he would soak them with spit in minutes (he's very drooley and loves to suck on his fist) so I decided what's the next best thing?  SOCKS!  Ian's socks are big, absorbant and clean-- so I felt a little silly for putting socks on my kid's hands but much more relieved that he wouldn't be freezing.  It was a good little outing and I was feeling pretty good about it when I first got home but now I'm a little stiff.  We'll see how tomorrow goes.  :)

Friday, October 2, 2009

Do we dress up or not?

I'm pretty sure I am certifiably insane.  I'm not a runner.  I'm short and have very short legs.  I haven't run a straight mile in over two years (probably closer to three).  So what did I decide to do?? Run a 5k for Halloween.  No big deal.  It'll be fun.  AND I already paid the registration fee so I can't back out even if I wanted to.  But it is kind of exciting.  AND Sean is going to do it with me.  Nothing like having a good running buddy.  I'm so glad he's supportive.  He'll be the first to admit that he always ran for the girls...things don't change much :)  Yesterday was Day One.  We only have one jogging stroller so Ian was very good to hold Landon.  He thought it was so we didn't "lose" Landon.  Big Brother was very proud of his responsibility.  I just hope it doesn't get any colder or we'll have to start splitting our run time so one of us can stay home with the boys.  By next week I'll probably be wishing I hadn't told anyone, but for now it's still a bit exhilarating. (BTW did you know that exhilarating and hilarious come from the same latin root hilarus--that's what this experience will be, hilarious) Though Ian did NOT think it was hilarious when I tried to take a picture of him.

He wanted the camera.

So I gave it to him.

 Ian's feet.

He took one of his "lello tar" the other day.

I'm impressed.  Usually you just see his fingers blocking the lens. Or the floor.
I'd say he's got some of those Griffin genes and knows what to do with a camera.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Am I too busy?

So this morning for my personal study I was reading an article in the Ensign that for some reason I have been avoiding.  I was surprisingly touched by the message presented though and thought I'd share some thoughts and feelings on the blog.  It was Elder Erich W. Kopischke's article "This is our Religion, to save souls".  That sounded a bit more than I wanted to do right now, which is why I've been putting off reading it.  It's not about preaching the gospel or converting people, not directly anyway.  What I got out of it is that, as followers of Christ and as members of the human race, we are to lift one another, be good friends and ACT on the promptings we receive.  Acting on promptings has been on my mind a lot lately because I do feel like I get these crazy ideas that come seemingly from nowhere but when I just follow it, later I see that they were promptings not just my other personalities talking to me :)  I have been so touched and blessed by others who have acted on the promptings they have received regarding me and my family.  I want to do that for someone else.  One quote I liked is this, "If we are too busy to reach out to someone in need, then we are too busy."  Obviously we are all busy.  We have lives and things that need to get done.  But it's the little things that we can do but don't do because we're "too busy".  I was able to write an email to a friend.  It took maybe 5 or 10 minutes of my "busy" day.  It wasn't much but the thought just kept hounding me to do it.  So I did.  I don't know what will come of that little email I sent but maybe she needed it.  So basically what I'm trying to say (and bumbling about it) is that I want to act more on those little thoughts.  Put a card in the mail or leave a voicemail on someone's phone that will cheer someone up.  I don't want to be too busy that I only think of myself.  I don't want to get so caught up in thinking of others that I neglect myself and my family either.  I guess that is part of this life, to find the balace.  But it got me thinking... am I too busy? This is the Ensign article.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Has it really been 4 months?!

I can hardly believe Landon is 4 months old today! Where did the time go?  He had to get shots at the Doctor's office this morning, bummer.  He's not such a happy camper but a little snuggle with mom, some tylenol and a nap is helping (I hope).  Big brother was concerned about Landon getting shots today and I tried to explain to him that it will hurt right now but it will help him be healthy.  Ian is very into being healthy since he gets Flinstone Vitamins now--I think he kind of got it.  Landon was crying before they gave him the shots so it wasn't as traumatizing for Ian as it could have been.
Lando giving mom "The Look":

Ian is starting to say two words linked together.  I think he realises that he can communicate more clearly what he's trying to say if he does.  "Big Truck" is his favorite.  Though he's into planes right now and everything flies, even Nena (our Jetta).  "Plane fly"  "Ne-ne fly" "Chub-Chub Time" (which of course means Chubby is in Time out) It's pretty darn cute.

We got the movie "CinderElmo" from the library the other day.  It's surprisingly good.  Ian loves to pretend he is Elmo dacing with the "pri-pri" (princess).
Ian's Self-Portrait:

I'm almost all better from my lovely week of pink eye.  Though I have decided it might be a good excuse to dress like Audrey Hepburn, hat, glasses and all and get away with it.

The glasses were to "hide" the pink eye a bit in public :) And yes I know the glasses are crooked--that comes courtesy of #1--he was a little too quiet one day and I found him bending my glasses all out of shape.

Speaking of dressing up: Halloween is right around the corner.  I must say this is one of my all time favorite holidays.  Now I have kids-it's even better.  I love costumes and playing dress up.  Plus what other time of year are you going to see a princess, Godzilla, and a clown at the grocery store? At the same time?? I love it.  Ian wants to be a kitty.  "Black." "White." he informs me.  I think he misses grandma and grandpa's kitty Gottee.  So we have his costume down, I just have to make it.  But what about the rest of us?? I can't decide what I want to be- I need ideas, inspiration, the perfect costume.  I don't know what Sean wants to be (I don't think he's thought about it yet--kind of busy with important-ish stuff).  He'd be satisfied if I just let him wear his cloak all day (or make him a cooler one).  Lando will be too big for the monkey suit Ian wore his first year.  He barely squeezes into it now.   (Did I mention he now weighs 14 lbs. 3 oz.?)
Chunky Monkey:

So many choices... I need to narrow it down.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Mordwid, Don't be Wude...

...Wudeness is weakness and we must neveh be weak. -Morgan Le Fay from Merlin

If you don't understand why I am referring to Arthur's halfsister-- watch the movie.  I couldn't find her before pictures online (she's ugly then by serving Queen Mab she is made beautiful)--I feel like the before picture. 

Me and Quasimodo, we could be twins--if I were all stoopy and whatnot. 

Why is it called "Pink" eye when your eye acutally turns a bright shade of Elmo Red and oozses yellow gunk?  Pink is a bit of an understatement. 

Looked up remedies online (thank heavens for the internet) and came up with two people think work:
-Breast milk in the affected eye
-mix of equal parts honey and milk (thouroughly mixed) in the affected eye.
We're starting with round one (since it isn't supposed to hurt and #2 does) and then we'll move on if it doesn't work.
Oh and baby soap to wash out the eye.  It really is tear free.  :)


I feel like  this guy:

Pink Eye Pete from Pepper Ann. Nasty.  When is all this sickness going to end?! If you don't see me in public in the next- oh say 6 months- you'll know why.  I'm probably just sick. Again.  LAME. 

(Oh and just as soon as I'm "better" I'm sure it will snow or something and I don't think it melts until May here)

Friday, September 18, 2009

Daily Personal Philosophy

Howard Thurman, an American philosopher and civil rights advocate, said, "Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

I came across this quote on my cousins blog (she has a few I don't know which one or I'd direct you there). It has started me thinking: What makes ME come alive? Mrs. V, one of my high school English teachers would appreciate this (Right Christie?). She would always ask us "What is your BLISS?" Which is essentially the same idea. Funny how over the years it's easy to forget what my bliss is, my passion, what makes me come alive. Everyday humdrum business seems to shove itself into the forefront rather quickly. So that's my quest. To find what makes me come alive- and do it. Simple enough.

Just our of curiosity: What drives you? What makes YOU come alive? Post your bliss as a comment or email me (A dear friend of mine actually asked Sean this the first time she met him to see if he could pass the test and marry me) He passed. His answer at the time--Nature. Wonder if it has changed. Passions can do that you know, change. That's why we have to check in with ourselves now and again.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Is it really September already?

It's been too long since we've posted. I apologise for not keeping up on it. I have been sick for the last ten days but I think I'm out of the woods. School has started for Sean so we don't get to see much of him between class and work and his research assistantship. The boys and I are doing the normal stuff and we get to go to the park every now and then. Aunt Bonnie and cousins Nathan and Miles came to visit last week and that was a lot of fun to visit with them. We are looking forward to having them in town in a few weeks when they move here. Here are some pictures, I know the grandmas can't get enough of them.
Teddy, Ian and "ChubChub" (Lando's bear)
What's a Damsel without...
Her knight in Shining Armor
Those were taken at this wicked sweet park we found on our way home from WalMart.
Lando- 3 1/2 months old

PS we hiked 3 miles Labor Day to come soon (maybe after bedtime)