(*Exhasperation)
I just had a great day with Joanna and Enoch. Enoch took a long nap, and didn't climb onto nearly as many things as he usually does. Joanna and I played all morning. We cut shapes out of playdough, made thank-you cards for Enoch's party (finally), swung in the hammock in the basement, and a bunch of other stuff. She ate most of her lunch and all of her breakfast. She was polite and helped play with Enoch. She even accepted "no" from me when she asked for candy. . . I thought since I gave her so much attention today, we would have a great day. Hmmmmm. . .
Joanna just spilled an entire (as in I only washed Eenie once, otherwise it was full) bottle of baby shampoo all over the tub and the bathroom floor, which I have yet to clean up. I'm really upset, and Robert will come home and be upset. She did it while I was dressing Enoch after his bath, so I didn't get the shampoo out of her reach. If it weren't for the resale value of our home, I'd be seriously considering gutting the bathrooms and fixing a hose over the drain in the basement for all of our sanitary needs! I wouldn't even have to potty train Nana--just stick her naked in the basement every hour or so until she figured it out. It's times like these that I really wish ___________________________. Well, there's a couple of things I wish, actually. My biggest one might be. . . I wish Robert were here.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Just bite the outside and put the top left corner under your lip. . .
My kids don't use binkies. Believe me, I wish they did--at least when they were infants. Every once in awhile (like four times a year) Nana will pop one in her mouth, just to be silly. One day Enoch was teething and so I wondered if maybe a passy would help him. He makes me laugh so hard. This is the way he preferred to hold it in his mouth. 
I kept trying to get him to do it the "right" way, but he liked it this way. He was very happy with it, but hasn't touched it again after a few hours. I can be glad, I guess.Friday, February 20, 2009
6 Things Tag
I can't resist a good game of tag. It makes me think of gradeschool a little. Thanks, Cicely.
1- Post the rules on your blog.
2- List 6 random things about yourself.
3- Tag 6 people at the end of your post.
4- Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Six random things:
1. When I was in gradeschool I used to spend hours in the nurses office/bathroom trying to stop bloody noses (my own, of course). I would get them at least once a month. I had my nose cauterized like three times to "treat" them. It wasn't very effective. When they got really bad, my dad, also the principal/superintendent of schools (depending on what grade you're talking about), would come to my classroom, have me lie down on the floor and he would kick me really hard in my bare feet. It hurt. I know pretty much every remedy for bloody noses, and that one works the best--all your blood rushes down to your feet instead of out your nose. I prefer submerging my nose in water until it stops, though. Yeah. . . that's much nicer.
2. In kindergarten, the boys liked to tease all of the girls about how they were "kissy killers." I'm guessing that meant they thought girls just wanted to kiss them, so they should avoid girls at all costs (except to taunt them, of course). I got really tired of it, and one day I chased down a boy that was teasing me (his name is Scottie Montgomery) on the playground, somehow we ended up under a table in the classroom with all of the lights off (I think maybe I found him hiding there). I tackled him to the ground, and laid one on him (I don't remember if I got his lips or just his cheek). He told on me to the principal, but the principal was also my primary teacher, and she knew what was up, so I never got into trouble (and thankfully I never became the exclusive "kissy killer" on the playground--that would've been awful). My next kiss was over the alter in the Manti temple, and it was MUCH more awkward. For example, all of the lights were on ;D
3. We used to have church in my family's dining room--it was a little disruptive when my dog got loose, and the missionaries (when we finally got them) had to sit on the stairs so the little kids wouldn't go into our bedrooms. For a very long time, I was the only person (besides the branch president) with an official calling (I was chorister), and I even had that calling a few months before the branch president was called! Things functioned a little differently in Stanley. I'll have to post more about this later. I don't think you'd believe everything that went on with that branch. . . it was quite the comical experience.
4. I am super scared of hanging people--like to the point where I wonder if I saw something when I was really little that I'm mentally suppressing. There's a towel hanging over my bedroom door, and I will have to remove it before I am able to sleep. I don't like to walk under trees--especially at night--because I'm afraid I'll be walking under a. . . I can't even bring myself to type it. (*Shudder). I'm going to have nightmares tonight.
5. I've been to four different high schools. The hornets (technically I wasn't in the HS then, but all of the grades were in the same building), the panthers, the orioles, and the warriors. None of them had the same colors. And none of them included the color purple (quite the disappointment). All of them were contained in one or two buildings except the warriors--my favorite school ever!
6. When I was 16, My parent's had a cafe. We worked hard to clean it up and remodel it (the previous owner used it to store his many possessions, and it was pretty filthy). There was a 50's theme. The waitresses wore poodle skirts, and there were pictures of cars on the walls, a juke box and a black and white tiled floor with a red barstool--oh, and a BEAUTIFUL stainless steel soda fountain. We worked in it (all day long). Becky was a waitress, so she would get tips (sometimes 50$ a day), and she was allowed to keep them. I was the cook. No tips--even though I would have to pour a coffee and clear a table pretty often. I complained enough that my dad started paying me 10$ a week. I don't think we could've afforded that, though. I wish I hadn't complained. I didn't really need to buy anything. So much drama in that place!
I tag some family with six letters in their name--Robert, Beckah, Rodney (:D=Dad), Rachel, Machel, and Cheryl
1- Post the rules on your blog.
2- List 6 random things about yourself.
3- Tag 6 people at the end of your post.
4- Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Six random things:
1. When I was in gradeschool I used to spend hours in the nurses office/bathroom trying to stop bloody noses (my own, of course). I would get them at least once a month. I had my nose cauterized like three times to "treat" them. It wasn't very effective. When they got really bad, my dad, also the principal/superintendent of schools (depending on what grade you're talking about), would come to my classroom, have me lie down on the floor and he would kick me really hard in my bare feet. It hurt. I know pretty much every remedy for bloody noses, and that one works the best--all your blood rushes down to your feet instead of out your nose. I prefer submerging my nose in water until it stops, though. Yeah. . . that's much nicer.
2. In kindergarten, the boys liked to tease all of the girls about how they were "kissy killers." I'm guessing that meant they thought girls just wanted to kiss them, so they should avoid girls at all costs (except to taunt them, of course). I got really tired of it, and one day I chased down a boy that was teasing me (his name is Scottie Montgomery) on the playground, somehow we ended up under a table in the classroom with all of the lights off (I think maybe I found him hiding there). I tackled him to the ground, and laid one on him (I don't remember if I got his lips or just his cheek). He told on me to the principal, but the principal was also my primary teacher, and she knew what was up, so I never got into trouble (and thankfully I never became the exclusive "kissy killer" on the playground--that would've been awful). My next kiss was over the alter in the Manti temple, and it was MUCH more awkward. For example, all of the lights were on ;D
3. We used to have church in my family's dining room--it was a little disruptive when my dog got loose, and the missionaries (when we finally got them) had to sit on the stairs so the little kids wouldn't go into our bedrooms. For a very long time, I was the only person (besides the branch president) with an official calling (I was chorister), and I even had that calling a few months before the branch president was called! Things functioned a little differently in Stanley. I'll have to post more about this later. I don't think you'd believe everything that went on with that branch. . . it was quite the comical experience.
4. I am super scared of hanging people--like to the point where I wonder if I saw something when I was really little that I'm mentally suppressing. There's a towel hanging over my bedroom door, and I will have to remove it before I am able to sleep. I don't like to walk under trees--especially at night--because I'm afraid I'll be walking under a. . . I can't even bring myself to type it. (*Shudder). I'm going to have nightmares tonight.
5. I've been to four different high schools. The hornets (technically I wasn't in the HS then, but all of the grades were in the same building), the panthers, the orioles, and the warriors. None of them had the same colors. And none of them included the color purple (quite the disappointment). All of them were contained in one or two buildings except the warriors--my favorite school ever!
6. When I was 16, My parent's had a cafe. We worked hard to clean it up and remodel it (the previous owner used it to store his many possessions, and it was pretty filthy). There was a 50's theme. The waitresses wore poodle skirts, and there were pictures of cars on the walls, a juke box and a black and white tiled floor with a red barstool--oh, and a BEAUTIFUL stainless steel soda fountain. We worked in it (all day long). Becky was a waitress, so she would get tips (sometimes 50$ a day), and she was allowed to keep them. I was the cook. No tips--even though I would have to pour a coffee and clear a table pretty often. I complained enough that my dad started paying me 10$ a week. I don't think we could've afforded that, though. I wish I hadn't complained. I didn't really need to buy anything. So much drama in that place!
I tag some family with six letters in their name--Robert, Beckah, Rodney (:D=Dad), Rachel, Machel, and Cheryl
Hurray for Insomnia
Last night Robert and I had a bad case of insomnia--Him because he had school issues on the brain, me because I kept having to get up to use the bathroom. Anyway, both of us were up from about 4:30 to 6am. I would usually be annoyed, but it was AWESOME! I never get time to talk to Robert anymore (I'm always trying to get him to sit by me and just talk, but he jumps at every little sound the kids make--he's an extremely attentive father), but I had him all to myself last night. It was great to just be goofy again. We talked about some important things, too--like how it's probably best to just ignore people trying to get into a debate about why their views are moral and open-minded, and people that disagree with them are not. Other than that. . . I think I drew a tattoo on his arm (it says I 'heart' ALICE), doodled some storm troopers/jedi knights/Darth Vader (Darth is pretty hard to draw, and all of my storm troopers had the helmet of Bobo Phat [is that how you say his name?], but whatever), then we had some fun with the words "junk", "garbage", and the phrase, "You can't trash talk a garbageman's daughter," which, apparently, is something I told him during my Dad's stint with waste management. I don't remember saying it at all. I hope we both get insomnia again tonight. Maybe Robert will come up with another hilarious saying that he thinks I said ;D. Lo0O0ove you, Honey.
BTW, does anyone know the name of the girl in the song "Hey ___ ___, You're a fine girl (such a fine girl), what a good wife you would be--but my life, my love, my lady, is the sea. Dododo dodo dodododo." Robert thought it was "Brandy," is that right? Speaking of Dodo. . . Enoch stinks really bad. Bye.
BTW, does anyone know the name of the girl in the song "Hey ___ ___, You're a fine girl (such a fine girl), what a good wife you would be--but my life, my love, my lady, is the sea. Dododo dodo dodododo." Robert thought it was "Brandy," is that right? Speaking of Dodo. . . Enoch stinks really bad. Bye.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Has it really been just over a year? It feels like so long ago. I really want another one of these. No, I mean like RIGHT NOW! (Eenie looks kind of mad in this picture ;D) I wonder if we'll have another redhead. I didn't want a redheaded boy, because I always thought they looked funny. In fact, I told Robert that if Enoch had red hair, we'd have to change his name to something more common--he'd be teased enough for his hair without a weird name. Obviously I lost that argument ;D. I totally love his hair, though. I think redheaded boys are my favorite now.
I Am So Happy
People are really great.
My husband is letting me have the computer (the one with internet) today so I can catch up on school.
There are so many people at church that take care of any and every little need that we don't even always realize we could use. (I wonder if I'll ever know what all of the callings people can hold are.)
We have so many great friends that are so fun to be with.
There are so many people in the ward that care about how I'm feeling. . .
(Hopefully I was able to clear up that stupid post I wrote, too)
My mom called me today. . .
Eenie's asleep and Nana's playing quietly.
Yup, I can live like this.
My husband is letting me have the computer (the one with internet) today so I can catch up on school.
There are so many people at church that take care of any and every little need that we don't even always realize we could use. (I wonder if I'll ever know what all of the callings people can hold are.)
We have so many great friends that are so fun to be with.
There are so many people in the ward that care about how I'm feeling. . .
(Hopefully I was able to clear up that stupid post I wrote, too)
My mom called me today. . .
Eenie's asleep and Nana's playing quietly.
Yup, I can live like this.
Oh My Goodness
I feel like such a spazz today. (I'm pretty sure spazz is a word, but I'm too lazy to look it up right now). Enoch has started to become a lot more independent in the last month, and I just haven't adjusted to giving him as much attention as he needs to stay out of trouble. It's even worse when we aren't at home. He likes to explore more than I remember Nana did.
Last night we had a good FHE. Robert played on the floor with the kids and we read the Ensign article "The Functional Family." If you haven't read it yet, it's really good. It wasn't the most age-appropriate for the children, but it was nice for us parents :D--it helps the kids out in the end, right? Next time we'll make something the kids can color or something. It's so fun when you know they understand a gospel principle. Enoch knows who Jesus is--he points to his pictures, and Nana knows about the temple and so many other things. It makes me happy :D.
I am so happy with Nana's nursery teachers. She loves nursery soooo much. She learns a lot, too. Often she comes home from nursery with a mini book that she's colored, and she'll tell me about the pictures. She's already learning so much about the gospel and she's not quite three! I love it. Thank you nursery leaders! You guys rock! I can't wait until Enoch gets to go, too. He already loves to color. . . of course, I'm hoping in six months he'll stop putting the crayons in his mouth too :D.
Today I'm doing Independent Study. Blecch. I'm learning about usage. (Basically usage is what people think of as grammar--what is "appropriate" to say in certain situations--like whether you should end a sentence in a preposition or not. Grammar is more the study of what people say and write without passing a judgement on whether it is appropriate or not). It's interesting, but I'm trying really hard to not do it ;D. Guess I'll get on the ball now. . . TTYL
Last night we had a good FHE. Robert played on the floor with the kids and we read the Ensign article "The Functional Family." If you haven't read it yet, it's really good. It wasn't the most age-appropriate for the children, but it was nice for us parents :D--it helps the kids out in the end, right? Next time we'll make something the kids can color or something. It's so fun when you know they understand a gospel principle. Enoch knows who Jesus is--he points to his pictures, and Nana knows about the temple and so many other things. It makes me happy :D.
I am so happy with Nana's nursery teachers. She loves nursery soooo much. She learns a lot, too. Often she comes home from nursery with a mini book that she's colored, and she'll tell me about the pictures. She's already learning so much about the gospel and she's not quite three! I love it. Thank you nursery leaders! You guys rock! I can't wait until Enoch gets to go, too. He already loves to color. . . of course, I'm hoping in six months he'll stop putting the crayons in his mouth too :D.
Today I'm doing Independent Study. Blecch. I'm learning about usage. (Basically usage is what people think of as grammar--what is "appropriate" to say in certain situations--like whether you should end a sentence in a preposition or not. Grammar is more the study of what people say and write without passing a judgement on whether it is appropriate or not). It's interesting, but I'm trying really hard to not do it ;D. Guess I'll get on the ball now. . . TTYL
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Not the Worst Week of My Life ;D
I found out that Eenie hasn't been sleeping well because a dragon has been gnawing on his forehead. Luckily, his teeth are made out of felt. Eenie's nasty rash might also have something to do with it. 
We still haven't let Eenie actually EAT any of his birthday cake. It's probably really stale right now sitting on the top of the fridge. We also haven't gotten a very good picture of him with the cupcake yet.
We went from this. . . (including not being able to drive our car for a month), (and yes, for some reason, Eenie has Nana's princess blankie). 
To this. . . (amazing the car still runs--it sounds a little sick, though).
I am practically half way through pregnancy and I have gained half of my allotted weight gain goal. I think I may be in trouble. . . but that's okay--I still look HOT (and possibly a little tired?)
We still haven't let Eenie actually EAT any of his birthday cake. It's probably really stale right now sitting on the top of the fridge. We also haven't gotten a very good picture of him with the cupcake yet.
We went from this. . . (including not being able to drive our car for a month), (and yes, for some reason, Eenie has Nana's princess blankie). 
To this. . . (amazing the car still runs--it sounds a little sick, though).I am practically half way through pregnancy and I have gained half of my allotted weight gain goal. I think I may be in trouble. . . but that's okay--I still look HOT (and possibly a little tired?)
Busy Weekend
Valentine's Dance:
There wasn't a huge turnout, but it was decent--everyone seemed to be having fun, and I think there were only three people that I didn't see dance. I realized that I'm not as great at dancing as I used to be. I just don't move as much--or as fast. I only threw out my hip--but Robert eased it back into place. Have I mentioned I'm so glad he's going to be a D.O. I can't wait to see how the pictures of everyone turned out--It was a lot of fun to see everyone posing ;D. A huge thanks to the Stuarts for watching our kids for five hours.
Primary Activity:
The craft was super cute. The games sounded really fun. The skits went well (I wish I could have also seen what the audience saw). I think the kids had a lot of fun--I know I did. I showed up late--I felt really bad, but it looks like everything was under control without me ;D. It was nice that we got to use the decorations from the dance for the primary activity.
Tonight:
Robert's supposed to make me a steak dinner (I've become quite carniverous lately--a little odd considering I rarely want much meat--especially beef). We get to watch Cole Stuart, too, so that'll be fun. I'm hoping for a late night, and maybe a romantic movie. Pride and Prejudice, anyone?
There wasn't a huge turnout, but it was decent--everyone seemed to be having fun, and I think there were only three people that I didn't see dance. I realized that I'm not as great at dancing as I used to be. I just don't move as much--or as fast. I only threw out my hip--but Robert eased it back into place. Have I mentioned I'm so glad he's going to be a D.O. I can't wait to see how the pictures of everyone turned out--It was a lot of fun to see everyone posing ;D. A huge thanks to the Stuarts for watching our kids for five hours.
Primary Activity:
The craft was super cute. The games sounded really fun. The skits went well (I wish I could have also seen what the audience saw). I think the kids had a lot of fun--I know I did. I showed up late--I felt really bad, but it looks like everything was under control without me ;D. It was nice that we got to use the decorations from the dance for the primary activity.
Tonight:
Robert's supposed to make me a steak dinner (I've become quite carniverous lately--a little odd considering I rarely want much meat--especially beef). We get to watch Cole Stuart, too, so that'll be fun. I'm hoping for a late night, and maybe a romantic movie. Pride and Prejudice, anyone?
Friday, February 13, 2009
I Finally Found the Words.
Okay, so a few posts ago I wrote about how sometimes I don't feel great about my callings. Let me clarify. I love my callings. They keep me super busy and I have so much fun as we meet together for meetings and plan activities and Sunday meetings. I also really like the people I get to work with. They are amazing, and they do a lot to serve the ward.
However, I'm not super chummy with everyone I work with, while some other members are. And sometimes that's a little awkward--and sometimes it makes me feel a little out of the loop--especially when we aren't able to hold official meetings. It's not really anyone's fault. It would just be SO much easier for me to contribute if I were as close to all of the people in my callings as I am to my really close friends--but that's impractical--and a little frustrating.
I guess I just wanted to see if other people felt the same way sometimes.
Someday I'll learn not to write all of my thoughts out on my blog :D. I'm really just a big complainer, anyways.
However, I'm not super chummy with everyone I work with, while some other members are. And sometimes that's a little awkward--and sometimes it makes me feel a little out of the loop--especially when we aren't able to hold official meetings. It's not really anyone's fault. It would just be SO much easier for me to contribute if I were as close to all of the people in my callings as I am to my really close friends--but that's impractical--and a little frustrating.
I guess I just wanted to see if other people felt the same way sometimes.
Someday I'll learn not to write all of my thoughts out on my blog :D. I'm really just a big complainer, anyways.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Is Napping Contagious?
Joanna fell asleep watching Pinocchio (it's her favorite--I've always thought it was kind of a creepy movie). Eenie is also asleep. I want to sleep. I should probably wake everyone up for dinner, but that would mean I'd have to actually make dinner. Robert is gone to a stake meeting, and probably won't be back until 10. Who wants to guess how late my kids will be up (keep in mind that Nana rarely naps)? Maybe it's a blessing in disguise: I really hate being up late at night all alone.
I think I'm going to grab a handful of peanuts and maybe do the dishes--or just veg in front of the tube.
I think I'm going to grab a handful of peanuts and maybe do the dishes--or just veg in front of the tube.
The Return of the Afternoon Nap
Is it possible? Does one mother really need this much sleep? I've been napping through most of my afternoons as well as sleeping in all morning again. I don't even stay up that late (unless 11 is late).
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Lovin' the Weather
We should have luaus more often. . . the weather keeps getting warmer after Eenie's party. I guess it won't be as great tomorrow, but today was nice. We took the cat outside and did some yard work--it's nice to see that we didn't dig up all of the onions in our front garden, because some of them are starting to poke up (actually, I think they're crocuses, but it took me a few days after we tried to get rid of them to figure that out. . . guess I'm not exactly a "Gardner" [*chuckle, chuckle]). Too bad there aren't as many as there used to be. Oh well.
Nana had fun chasing the cat and picking up the yard litter. I'm so excited to garden. Too bad I don't really know anything about it. I'm also apprehensive because of all of the wildlife and my baby doctor's warning about fiddling around in the dirt being as dangerous as kitty litter. Yuck. I still want to grow some vegetables, though. Maybe King George will leave our zucchini alone (like if the poison finally worked).
Eenie went to the doctor today. He was miserable. He cried the whole time, peed a whole bunch (on me), and even got Nana to worry about him after he got his shots. (I hope she isn't traumatized for when she'll need shots again.) The receptionist felt so bad for us that she gave us all suckers, stickers, and me a bottle of lotion. (I realize that clinics get a lot of free stuff that they are always trying to get rid of, but it was still really nice.) I like our doctor--even though the office often smells like cigars. Speaking of smells, something really freaky is leaking out of my son's diaper--gotta go.
Nana had fun chasing the cat and picking up the yard litter. I'm so excited to garden. Too bad I don't really know anything about it. I'm also apprehensive because of all of the wildlife and my baby doctor's warning about fiddling around in the dirt being as dangerous as kitty litter. Yuck. I still want to grow some vegetables, though. Maybe King George will leave our zucchini alone (like if the poison finally worked).
Eenie went to the doctor today. He was miserable. He cried the whole time, peed a whole bunch (on me), and even got Nana to worry about him after he got his shots. (I hope she isn't traumatized for when she'll need shots again.) The receptionist felt so bad for us that she gave us all suckers, stickers, and me a bottle of lotion. (I realize that clinics get a lot of free stuff that they are always trying to get rid of, but it was still really nice.) I like our doctor--even though the office often smells like cigars. Speaking of smells, something really freaky is leaking out of my son's diaper--gotta go.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Great Weekend
'S'me again. I think having friends is kind of like drugs (at least for me this week). The highs are great--you're rockin' with your pals, feeling happy, life is good, little mishaps don't get you down because you're on top of the world. . . The lows are LOW--you don't feel like you're heard, nothing (compared to what you would have liked) gets done, everyone is rockin' without you, life stinks, there is no such thing as a LITTLE mishap when you're feelin' down. However, you keep trying to be social for the sake of those wonderful friendship "highs."
This weekend I had a bit of an epiphany--you don't have to be friends with everybody. Duh. What was my problem before? Saturday night was a great night--I was totally in love with Robert and I was able to hang out with a bunch of my friends (and I knew that there were plenty more that would have come if my house were big enough to invite them). I wanted every night to feel like that (I didn't have to try and win anybody's friendship, or get closer to them, I just had to hang out--it was AWESOME). I vowed that I wouldn't use as much energy trying to make better friends out of the people I don't mesh with as well, but rather I would hang out with my real friends more often. Duh, again.
This weekend I had a bit of an epiphany--you don't have to be friends with everybody. Duh. What was my problem before? Saturday night was a great night--I was totally in love with Robert and I was able to hang out with a bunch of my friends (and I knew that there were plenty more that would have come if my house were big enough to invite them). I wanted every night to feel like that (I didn't have to try and win anybody's friendship, or get closer to them, I just had to hang out--it was AWESOME). I vowed that I wouldn't use as much energy trying to make better friends out of the people I don't mesh with as well, but rather I would hang out with my real friends more often. Duh, again.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Eenie's birthday
What Eenie's like after a year:
He knows to scream really loud when he wants our attention (Nana taught him how).
He says Dadadada and Mamamamama.
He points to food and pictures of food and then touches his tongue.
He can drink from a cup.
He has five teeth two on top and three on bottom.
He likes to put his head down on anything soft, and will often lay on his back. (This is because Robert sometimes takes him and Nana on "blanket rides" around the room.)
He can climb on top of just about anything--including the vent in front of the window so he can see outside better.
He's had at least four haircuts, but he probably should have had five or six.
He has lived in three different houses.
He has camped in four different states.
He started walking when he was nine months old, and he runs really well.
He likes to point at things he wants.
He likes to snuggle, but only for short periods of time.
He takes one to two naps a day, but he wakes up VERY early (Daddy usually gives him a bottle and he goes back to sleep for another hour or so).
He's happy, loves his sister, is becoming quite independent, and we couldn't be happier with him.
He knows to scream really loud when he wants our attention (Nana taught him how).
He says Dadadada and Mamamamama.
He points to food and pictures of food and then touches his tongue.
He can drink from a cup.
He has five teeth two on top and three on bottom.
He likes to put his head down on anything soft, and will often lay on his back. (This is because Robert sometimes takes him and Nana on "blanket rides" around the room.)
He can climb on top of just about anything--including the vent in front of the window so he can see outside better.
He's had at least four haircuts, but he probably should have had five or six.
He has lived in three different houses.
He has camped in four different states.
He started walking when he was nine months old, and he runs really well.
He likes to point at things he wants.
He likes to snuggle, but only for short periods of time.
He takes one to two naps a day, but he wakes up VERY early (Daddy usually gives him a bottle and he goes back to sleep for another hour or so).
He's happy, loves his sister, is becoming quite independent, and we couldn't be happier with him.
Hosanna!
I don't know what I did right, but things are working out so much better than I thought they were. God is obviously happy with me for something ;D. I FOUND MY WEDDING RING LAST NIGHT! I was sure that one of the kids knocked it off the counter and into the garbage.
ENOCH'S BIRTHDAY PARTY WAS A SUCCESS! I was a little worried that I wouldn't get everything done (and technically, I meant to scrub the bathroom and empty the diaper pail, but that didn't happen), but Robert helped me to do it all (too bad nobody really got to see his awesome volcano cake--I almost had him go out and buy a cake, but I was able to make a German chocolate bundt cake from scratch, and he filled it with chocolate cool whip and cherries. It was really good. He even was able to find grenadine for our imitation mai tai's! I wonder if we could have found it so easily in Utah. . . We never were able to find all of our luau decorations, though, and we forgot to use the mini umbrellas in the drinks. Oh well. It looked like everyone had a lot of fun, and people were really generous. (I was also a little worried that we invited too many people to an indoor kids' party, but now I wish we could have had more of our friends come).
I'M GOING TO BE READY FOR CHURCH TODAY. (Unless I just jinxed myself?) This is amazing in and of itself. I'm often on time, and even early since church starts so late in the day, but today Robert had to go to Cory's ward conference (he left at 7am), and I'm on my own with the kids until maybe the third block at church. I also had a ton to prepare for primary today. We have a teacher training meeting--and I need to give a "lesson," we need to have invitations for next week's activity, I need to update the bulletin, We're presenting CTR rings. . . and I'm probably forgetting a trillion other things. . . but I think it's going to work. (Sacrament without Robert. . . that's another story. . . )
ENOCH'S BIRTHDAY PARTY WAS A SUCCESS! I was a little worried that I wouldn't get everything done (and technically, I meant to scrub the bathroom and empty the diaper pail, but that didn't happen), but Robert helped me to do it all (too bad nobody really got to see his awesome volcano cake--I almost had him go out and buy a cake, but I was able to make a German chocolate bundt cake from scratch, and he filled it with chocolate cool whip and cherries. It was really good. He even was able to find grenadine for our imitation mai tai's! I wonder if we could have found it so easily in Utah. . . We never were able to find all of our luau decorations, though, and we forgot to use the mini umbrellas in the drinks. Oh well. It looked like everyone had a lot of fun, and people were really generous. (I was also a little worried that we invited too many people to an indoor kids' party, but now I wish we could have had more of our friends come).
I'M GOING TO BE READY FOR CHURCH TODAY. (Unless I just jinxed myself?) This is amazing in and of itself. I'm often on time, and even early since church starts so late in the day, but today Robert had to go to Cory's ward conference (he left at 7am), and I'm on my own with the kids until maybe the third block at church. I also had a ton to prepare for primary today. We have a teacher training meeting--and I need to give a "lesson," we need to have invitations for next week's activity, I need to update the bulletin, We're presenting CTR rings. . . and I'm probably forgetting a trillion other things. . . but I think it's going to work. (Sacrament without Robert. . . that's another story. . . )
Friday, February 6, 2009
Does anybody here know my old friend, John?
Can you tell me where's he's gone?
He freed a lot of people, but the good die young.
Abraham, Jacob aaAand John.
(This is a song my mom always used to sing [probably still does] that is stuck in my head today driving me nuts! I'm pretty sure the words are wrong, but that usually happens when mom sings :D)
(I think I started singing it when I was pining for my driver's license, wedding ring, and cell phone. . . ugh--where could they have gone!)
Dirty chairs and dirty tables. . .
there is food across the floor.
(That's supposed to be from Les Meserables.)
(Shoot! now that ones stuck in my head.)
Does anybody else's mothers do this to them?
He freed a lot of people, but the good die young.
Abraham, Jacob aaAand John.
(This is a song my mom always used to sing [probably still does] that is stuck in my head today driving me nuts! I'm pretty sure the words are wrong, but that usually happens when mom sings :D)
(I think I started singing it when I was pining for my driver's license, wedding ring, and cell phone. . . ugh--where could they have gone!)
Dirty chairs and dirty tables. . .
there is food across the floor.
(That's supposed to be from Les Meserables.)
(Shoot! now that ones stuck in my head.)
Does anybody else's mothers do this to them?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
What Would You Do?
Your toddling son runs out of the bathroom at the sound of your voice--hair and shirt-front dripping. . . oh, and you're on the phone. When you walk into the bathroom, there is a pool of water around the toilet.
Do you:
A). Quickly run sceaming and weeping in the other direction after securely closing the bathroom door (for the seventh time that day!--Big sisters! Especially ones that can open doors!)
B). Go back to bed.
C). Call the police department to let them know you are an unfit mother, and then go back to bed.
D). Give the boy a bath and then leave him in the tub while you go vent on your blog.
E). You are actually an amazing parent that would have drained the toilet and locked the bathroom door BEFORE any bad thing could happen--besides, your children never leave your sight.
Okay, okay, I choose D (but to be fair, Nana's with him and there's no more water in the tub--just toys).
Alright. . . I think I'm ready to go back. . . and pick up all of the pearls that Nana just broke off of my necklace before Eenie tries to restrict his air passages yet again.
Do you:
A). Quickly run sceaming and weeping in the other direction after securely closing the bathroom door (for the seventh time that day!--Big sisters! Especially ones that can open doors!)
B). Go back to bed.
C). Call the police department to let them know you are an unfit mother, and then go back to bed.
D). Give the boy a bath and then leave him in the tub while you go vent on your blog.
E). You are actually an amazing parent that would have drained the toilet and locked the bathroom door BEFORE any bad thing could happen--besides, your children never leave your sight.
Okay, okay, I choose D (but to be fair, Nana's with him and there's no more water in the tub--just toys).
Alright. . . I think I'm ready to go back. . . and pick up all of the pearls that Nana just broke off of my necklace before Eenie tries to restrict his air passages yet again.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Tagged. . .
Thanks for thinkin' of me, Machel. . . I was getting bored and needed an excuse to put off my homework :D. Although, I probably shouldn't do this when I'm in such a disagreeable mood. . . oh well. . . So list my favorite to least favorite months. . . okay, here goes.
May: There's my birthday, school is over, it's mostly warm out--but not too hot. . . if only I didn't have to share a birthday with two family members! Of course one of those is my own fault. . . lol
June: No holidays (unless you count our anniversary)! 'Nough said. (and it's nice out).
September: It's no longer hot, and you can appreciate the coolness in the evenings, but mostly, it's the start of school--the real "new year" where you still can get straight A's.
October: I LOVE dressing up. It's still nice enough out to have BBQ's and not so busy that friends aren't available.
July: I DO like the 4th of July--it's probably my favorite holiday--no stress included!
February: It'd be nice if Robert and I didn't always fight on Valentine's. . . lol. . . the idea of the holiday is nice.
March: the weather is starting to get good again. . . finals are still far enough away in the beginning of the month.
January: The weather is gross, and it needs to be warm! It also takes awhile to recover from the holidays.
November: good food, lots of stress
April: Finals, and Easter--bad memories
December: Bah Humbug, but I don't like Christmas. . . I like parts of it, but I hate having everything, like getting together with family (and extended family), hit all at once.
August: Blah, hot. Summer is ending.
May: There's my birthday, school is over, it's mostly warm out--but not too hot. . . if only I didn't have to share a birthday with two family members! Of course one of those is my own fault. . . lol
June: No holidays (unless you count our anniversary)! 'Nough said. (and it's nice out).
September: It's no longer hot, and you can appreciate the coolness in the evenings, but mostly, it's the start of school--the real "new year" where you still can get straight A's.
October: I LOVE dressing up. It's still nice enough out to have BBQ's and not so busy that friends aren't available.
July: I DO like the 4th of July--it's probably my favorite holiday--no stress included!
February: It'd be nice if Robert and I didn't always fight on Valentine's. . . lol. . . the idea of the holiday is nice.
March: the weather is starting to get good again. . . finals are still far enough away in the beginning of the month.
January: The weather is gross, and it needs to be warm! It also takes awhile to recover from the holidays.
November: good food, lots of stress
April: Finals, and Easter--bad memories
December: Bah Humbug, but I don't like Christmas. . . I like parts of it, but I hate having everything, like getting together with family (and extended family), hit all at once.
August: Blah, hot. Summer is ending.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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