Sunday, December 28, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
After much deliberation, we decided not to give O.K. the caterpillar toy and gave him a more age-appropriate v-tech toy instead. Remarkably, neither that nor a shiny new tricycle drew much interest when sat side-by-side with Henry's gumball machine.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Last week in honor of Owen's 3rd, we threw him a wild west cowboy party and invited 8 of his little friends. At the party the children learned how to dress, talk, and walk like a cowboy. Then we headed outside to rope a longhorn (with hula hoops) and shoot like a cowboy (shooting cans with a water gun). All the kids with their bandannas and cowboy hats looked so cute, and it was funny to see the difference between boys and girls at the party--the boys were pretty interested in the cowboy games, while the girls mostly hung out by the swing set. I think they all enjoyed the spread of cowboy grub which included little doggies and cowboy trail mix. Most of all, I think Owen had a great time. He walked around with his hat on the whole time, and I even got him to wear a pair of tiny leather chaps that we borrowed from the Hibbards.
I can't believe this kid is three already! Owen is very sweet and energetic. He loves to help feed and hold his baby brother. He gives him big hugs and a kiss every night before bed. Owen can be rambunctious but is always quick to apologize if he's caused any pain. In nursery at church, he tries to comfort other kids who are crying. His favorite snack is pretzels and he is gaga over ice cream. He loves to play games and after months of practice, just learned to do a correct somersault all by himself. He can sing on key and learns songs very quickly. And I just love how his nose scrunches up when he bites an apple! Happy Birthday Owen, I love you!!!
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Yesterday, in conjunction with Sierra Summit, the city hosted a learn to ski/snowboard day. Even though both kids were sick with colds, I really, really wanted to go. I was picturing real snow brought in from the high sierras kinda like they used to do at Santa's Village (anyone who grew up in SoCal remember Santa's Village?). I talked it up to Owen, how he'd get to see snow and throw a snowball and even brought a pair of mittens in my bag. We were all so excited to see snow--silly me! We went to the park and found this giant white carpet ramp that was sprayed with something that made it pretty slick. Despite my sheepish disappointment it still worked great for the kids to get a feel of what skiing feels like. Owen had a BLAST. He stood in line and went down the hill about 10 times. The best part was that after we were done, we all got free passes to go to Sierra Summit including rentals and a lesson! Hopefully we'll get up there in the next few months so we can see the snow for real.
I think I have this commercial memorized, I saw it so many times as a kid.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Batman and Robin contemplate the danger in which they put themselves night after night to help clean up Gotham City.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Owen was playing with a friend in the backyard and brought me his long forsaken bubble bucket to fill with bubble solution. I opened it up in the sink and started washing out all of the dirty evaporated bubble gunk from the bottom container. When I picked up the lid to rinse it out, there was a GIANT black spider going crazy at the bottom of the sink.
I'm going to pause from my story for a second to consider my decision-making at this point. Regardless of size, I am always freaked out by any spider--but why is it that when an abnormally large one appears, my first thought is to grab the bug jar? I guess it's partly because I wanted to show Tim, but mostly because when I see spiders and know that Owen is watching, I always try really hard to put on my best bravado to kill them. (I really don't want him to be a sissy boy who is afraid of spiders. My plan is to raise brave spider-killing sons who will save me at any moment's notice--so for a couple of years, at least, I've got to brainwash him into thinking that it's no big deal to kill a spider.)
Anyway, seeing that spider caught me so off-guard that I jumped and immediately started screaming. At first glance, the spider looked like a mini tarantula; I even thought I could see fur on its legs...but then Owen ran into the house to see what was going on, and I quickly cleared my throat and became Super Tough Mom. Instead of taking the easy way out and washing it down the drain, I scooped it up with a spoon into the bug jar (so conveniently at hand, I might add) so that Owen could take a look. The spider is BIG. I don't know what kind of spider it is, and I'm not willing to spend any time looking at spider pics online to find out; I've felt like creepy crawlies are on my arms all day as it is!
After the spider was in its jar with its perforated lid in place, I returned to the sink to take a closer look at the bubble bucket. Inside the lid was a densely-webbed spider nest that is sure to give me nightmares for weeks to come--especially because at that point I was too chicken to clean it out! I put the lid back on the bubble bucket and threw it back in the backyard. Hopefully I can get Tim to take care of it, or it's going into the trash. So--the moral of my story--if you've got a bubble bucket sitting out on the porch, use caution when opening it up! Also, there is nothing wrong with having an empty pickle jar on the counter for a few weeks--it just might come in handy sometime.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
...yeah, so apparently learning to crawl is a bit frustrating! In other news, Owen took the Big Fresno Fair by storm yesterday! His favorite part was seeing the animals, where he got to pet a pig and says "the roosters made loud noises that were SCARY!" (Just lately he's afraid of birds--no idea where that came from.)
Monday, October 6, 2008
And so we had times of great enjoyment at Tim's parent's house. Saturday afternoon we found ourselves magically whisked off to the enchanting land of Alameda, Ca. It was a beautiful day of windy proportions, a day filled with love, laughter, sea water, and a multitude of mini m&ms. Henry got his first feel of sand and we sat on the beach watching lots of kite boarders having fun.
We also visited the USS Hornet museum, an old ship from WWII that is anchored in Alameda and offers tours. As always, watching LDS General Conference is way more fun (not to mention comfortable) at Grandma and Grandpa's!
Owen has Grandma wrapped around his little finger. All he had to do was begin to pout and Grandma was passing out the treats like nobody's dentist. Today he told me he wanted "some more of Grandma's candy", and was sorely disappointed to learn that the treats he eats at Grandma's, stay at Grandma's! At least this time we remembered to bring his toothbrush!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Okay, so I made this hat last week for a friend but now that it's done, I'm not sure if I should give it away. Is this ugly? I call it the Kremlin Hat, because it sort of reminds me of a dome on top of the Kremlin. It's hard to tell from the picture, but it's a spiral pattern with alternating rows of knit and purl stitches going up. (Click on the picture to get a closer look.) The different colors of yarn make it very busy. I can't decide if it is cool Boho, or old lady. Would this be something you might see at Anthropologie, or the Salvation Army? I think the light blue is tripping me up. Don't worry about hurting my feelings, I need an honest opinion and the yarn only cost me a dollar so it's no big whoop. Should I give this hat away?
By the way, if you were one of the FIVE people who requested a Koala Bear hat, it might take me a few weeks, but I'm working on them! These things take time.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I couldn't get him to stop jumping long enough to get a very good picture. Here's the finished product:
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Then when we went back outside, he saw that all of the other inflatables were also down and it was sadness all over again. Tim, being the good dad that he is, took Owen over to a big firetruck that was just about to spray water from its top ladder. They stood under the hose and got soaked! Underneath the spray there was a giant mud puddle that tons of kids were playing in. Tim was the only adult out there with Owen having fun. Henry and I opted to stay out of the water.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I think my kids are out to get me. Just when I think we're having a good time, they turn on me. Last night I was playing airplane with Henry, holding him high above my head. He was smiling and giggling, just loving it. I bet you can guess what happened. Yep, Henry threw up--in my hair and all down my face. Picture a person who gets a pie in the face, how when they open their eyes their face is all white except for their open eyes--that's how I looked, it was so gross! I was amazed when I stood up and saw that there was no spillage on the couch or anywhere else. It all stayed on me. I had to take a shower, it was that bad!
Then today Owen pleased me by going potty all by himself while I was on the phone with Merilee. Maybe the time got away from me, because he was in there for quite a while. I was still chatting away when he came out holding a new roll of paper. I went into the bathroom to see that he had emptied the ENTIRE roll into the toilet. It was in a huge pile above the rim of the bowl! When he saw how upset I was, he said, "Be happy at me, Mommy!" It's the new thing he says to Tim and I when he knows we're mad at him; he says it a LOT!
Owen: "Is bodily functions all she's ever going to write about?"sorry about that.-E
Monday, September 8, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Tim has wanted to be a marriage and family therapist since before we started dating, something like nine years ago. It's been a long road, and he's still not quite there yet, but he cleared a big hurdle this week. Tim passed his first licensure exam on Wednesday! Before he was even eligible to take the exam he had to earn his M.S. degree and log THREE THOUSAND hours of face-to-face therapy as an intern. It seemed like we'd never make it but after three years, he completed his hours and passed the first exam. I'm so proud of him. He only has one exam left and he will be a licensed MFT. Finally!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Even though the Fiesta (nicknamed "Patsy" by my sister Susanna) was a pretty sweet ride, it didn't have a radio; I compensated for that by putting my own little boombox down on the floor on the passenger side where I would blast my favorite band of the mid-nineties: The Aquabats! I'd ride down Bear Valley Road on my way to work at Hogi Yogi with my windows down and belt out every word of the Aquabats every day after school. Thank you, Katie Stier, for introducing me to the band that added to what can only be classified as the MAGIC of my high school experience! This mix tape is for you!
**edit: I just borrowed the book on which this movie was based from the library, and the car in the book is actually a Yugo, which is basically the same as a Ford Fiesta, except maybe slightly more cool, if that's possible. Also the book is chock full of foul language and everything else you don't want to read. So skip it.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Owen is doing mostly great at potty training. On a slightly negative note, he's been pretty defiant lately and makes me hope that the terrible twos will end on his third birthday like flipping a switch. I'm not very hopeful on that one--I can't describe how sick I am of him running away from me whenever it's time to leave ANYWHERE.
A few days ago I was vacuuming and having suction problems. While trying to clean out the dirt cup and filters, Owen wouldn't leave me alone. He wanted to help really bad. I was frustrated as it was, trying to get the house vacuumed before Tim got home and having difficulties fitting the pieces back together. And then despite my warnings not to touch, Owen kept taking out pieces and playing with the hose and everything else. Dust was getting everywhere, resulting in the opposite effect that I originally intended. I was trying not to yell and keep my cool, so I spoke to him the way my mom always did when she tried not to yell at me: I clenched my teeth as tightly as I could to tell him what I wanted him to do: "GET AWAY FROM ME."
This "Mom's mad" voice always worked on me. Growing up, it was like a signal to get in gear and I find myself using it more and more, because somehow I feel slightly less guilty about being mad at Owen if I can control myself and not yell. And I figure that because I consider my mom to be an absolute ANGEL who can do no wrong, I try to copy a lot of her mothering skills.
Unfortunately, I couldn't help but add my own twist to the whole thing. When I told Owen to get away from me, I tried to make my eyes go red like Teen Wolf's when he tells the liquor store clerk, "GIVE ME A KEG OF BEER". That was my inspiration, and while I know it's not exactly, um, patient/loving/angelic as a mother's voice ought to be, secretly I wanted Owen to cower and do exactly what I was telling him to do just like the guy in the movie. Did it work? Of course not. Owen didn't bat an eye. He got as close to me as possible, grabbed my cheeks and sang loudly and smiling, "I wuv you, you wuv me, we're a happy family, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you wuvvvvv meeeee tooooo!" And as irritated as I was, I felt really bad. I just wanted a couple minutes to vacuum and not be bothered. But why do I get so angry and worked up over things that are so trivial and simple? My lesson for the day was to lighten up.
Monday, August 4, 2008
We walked in and saw lots of old people going in to the concert, and I had mixed emotions. My first thought was, "Wow, we're probably the youngest people here!" And then a sinking feeling made me realize that 1, we probably weren't the youngest people there, and 2, I wouldn't be able to have that thought for much longer, being as I'm pushing 30 these days. It was a bit disheartening, but I quickly forgot my worries of getting old when Tiffany showed me where we would be sitting--she'd scored 3rd row seats! I guess that her parents bought the tickets for a charity and had extras for us to use. I was right on the end of the row in a side aisle toward the middle, affording me a clear, close view of the stage. I was right in front of one of Kenny's guitar players, who looked exactly like Tim's cousin Craig. It was freaky how much this guy looked like Craig. Anyway, when Kenny Loggins came out, I was surprised by how much he looked like a pirate. To be more accurate, he looked like (and sometimes moved like) an animatronic pirate from Pirates of the Caribbean at Disneyland--the one with the goatee who sits on a barrel of gunpowder, shooting off his gun. It was a little bit freaky.
So for a person who couldn't name one Kenny Loggins song before the concert, I was totally surprised at how many songs I actually knew. He sang "Even though we ain't got money", "Pooh Corner", "This Is It", "Celebrate Me Home", "Highway to the Danger Zone" and even "Footloose" among several others I knew. At one point, Kenny came down into the audience and stood right next to me as he sang a song. I had lots of fun, although if I had been maybe 10 or more years older, I probably would have appreciated it more.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
We have a nice water feature at the far end of town that's also a great place to take the kids. On Monday I was there with a friend who has a one-year-old. I volunteered to walk around with her little guy while she took a break and in less than one minute of walking around, I got sprayed in the eye! Those fountains can be so tricky. Owen loves the water so much, and he runs and runs the entire time we're there. One time a few weeks ago I looked up from where I was sitting next to the fountains, and couldn't find Owen. Then I saw a little boy flat on his back on the other side from where I was sitting. I practically threw Henry at my friend and ran across to see if Owen was okay. I thought for sure I would be visiting the emergency room with a head wound needing stitches. But he was just fine. Phew! Now we have a rule that running is not allowed on the outer cement border, or what Owen calls "the grey slippery parts".
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
All of a sudden last week I got interested in knitting again. I got a few books from the library and now all I'm thinking about (besides kids, meals, sleep, blogging, reading, and Last Comic Standing) is knitting. The other day I saw this cute pattern for a baby's hat with sheep on it using a technique I'd never tried before (intarsia, or making a pattern with a different yarn) and I just HAD to start on it right then. It turned out really bad, mostly because I had the wrong yarn. And just maybe I'm not so good at knitting. The blue part should have been cotton and the only black yarn I had was this frilly stuff that makes it impossible to tell that those are supposed to be sheep's face and feet! This one's defintely going into the trash. Or maybe I should donate it to the church humanitarian aid! (Not really!) But it totally got me fired up again to start another project. Now I'm waiting for some new needles I bought on ebay to come in so I can start on another hat. I know it's a total old lady hobby, but I love knitting.
I am loving this baby's armpit rolls! (just ignore that ugly excuse for a hat.)
I made the best mix CD last week! It's an easygoing, happy summer mix that's fun to sing along with when driving. Anyone want me to burn you a copy? Let me know. I'll send it off lickety-split.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Anyway, I thought that I had escaped it this time around, but the crazies came upon me this week with a vengeance. My grand plans for potty training this week? I crossed that off my list with a giant NOT READY note. Topping all that with a family-wide stomach bug and it pretty much eliminated any chance of fun for Tim's birthday. On Wednesday, the day before Tim's birthday, I had a ton of errands I needed to run, so I packed up Owen and a still-napping Henry and we got out of the house fairly early. Our first stop was to pick up some baby formula that I got off Free Cycle. Then it was over to Walgreen's to the drive-through to get Owen's vitamins. After the long wait in line, Henry was crying hysterically for food, but instead of taking the boys home to feed, I decided that we'd go to McDonald's, where I could feed Henry while Owen played in the indoor playground. I bought two apple pies for a dollar so that I wouldn't feel guilty playing and not being a customer. McDonald's went just fine, but took a while. Then I packed the kids back into the car and drove across town to Jo-Ann's to pick up birthday cake supplies. Both boys were doing good, so we cruised around the store for a little while before checking out. But when I reached the cashier and she rang up my stuff, I looked in my bag and realized that my wallet was not in there. I asked the cashier to hold my stuff, and ran out to the car, hoping it had just dropped out of the diaper bag while I was driving. But it was nowhere to be found. I frantically drove back over to McDonald's, searched inside as best as I could with by-then-crabby infant and toddler in tow, but it was not there, either.
After that I drove home to put the boys down for a nap and regroup. I sat at the computer for the entire nap time, trying to figure out what to do, calling and cancelling cards, at some point getting sidetracked getting a free credit report online (why? baby brain is why.). Then a knock came at the door. It was my neighbor, Mary, who said, "The police came by a few hours ago and dropped off your wallet. They said someone found it by Savemart and turned it in to the police. Didn't you see this note on your door?" Gah! No! I DIDN'T see the note on the door, because I came home through the garage. And now that my wallet is back complete with nothing missing, I can't use anything in it to shop for Tim's birthday because I just cancelled every stinking card in it! Man, I felt so stupid as I thanked my neighbor and went back inside to say a sheepish prayer of gratitude.
Determined to make Tim's cake that day, when Owen woke up from his nap I was ready to go back out and try again to get the cake stuff at Jo-Anne's and stop at Home Depot to get a present. After loading the kids back into the car, I had to stop at the bank to get cash because I had cancelled my debit card. Then we went back to Jo-Anne's. We went in the exit to the registers to see if they still had my things from earlier, but I could see it was pretty busy and there was a long line. So I took the kids back out and went to put them into a shopping cart. It was then that I heard an unmistakable sound and looked down to see Owen with vomit all down his shirt. What bad luck! I hurried Owen out the doors so he could, um, finish, outside, and then poured some water on his shirt to try to clean him off a bit. It was then that I looked back in the store and saw all these people staring at me. Then I looked down, and realized that Owen had trailed vomit all the way from the registers to where we were. And it was a LOT of vomit for a little kid. I felt so bad! I had a few napkins with me and thought that I might try to clean it up, but quickly realized that it was a much bigger job than two napkins could clean, not to mention I had a baby and a still-sick Owen waiting for me. A cashier said someone was coming to clean it up, and I yelled, "I'm so sorry!" as I ran to get the boys out of the store and with much sadness, drove away from the store again. Owen cried all the way home, not because he was sick, but because he really wanted to get the "flower for the cake" and I being the mean mother that I am, insisted that we go home. I was so frustrated. Thankfully later that evening, Tim stayed home with Henry and Owen while I drove to Jo-Anne's for the third time and ran all of my other errands. In less than two hours, I accomplished everything by myself that I couldn't get done all day with kids.
I made Tim's birthday cake yesterday, and I tried to copy the style of a Nothing Bundt Cake that I had at Jill's house in Las Vegas last month. Their cakes are so cute. I couldn't find a frosting tip large enough to make the frosting petals like theirs, but I was still happy with the result. It was fun to make, but could have come out better. I made a lemon cake with lemon cream cheese frosting. It was a bit girly for a man's birthday, but Tim liked the taste very much.
I took Tim out on a date last night for his birthday. We left the kids with a babysitter and went out to dinner at the Firkin and Hound, an Irish pub/restaurant. We had an offer for a free dinner there. It was fun, but I always feel like such a poser when I go to bars. I must stick out like a sore thumb, being the Mormon Mom that I am.
I know this post has been totally disjointed and rambling, but since beginning to write this post I have been interrupted nine times and have had to remember what I was writing about more times than that! Gotta love my brain.