Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Water Log

We've been sampling the local pools and fountains this week. There's a cute little kids' pool in a park in Exeter (very close to Tim's work) where Owen loves to play. I like it because there's lots of shade around the pool to lounge around while the kids play, and the pool is emptied and filled with fresh water every day for the kids. If I'm lucky, Tim takes Henry during his lunch break while I take Owen to the pool. Today he kept getting in trouble for running, splashing the girls, and commandeering other childrens' pool toys. This alligator belonged to a little boy who kept trying to run away from the pool. So Owen snagged it. He really, really wanted to use the water guns that a couple other boys had, but they weren't sharing.

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

Random Stuff

So I got a new calling on Sunday, and I'm super excited about it. I'm the brand new nursery leader in our ward! Ring-a-ding-ding! No more feeling dumb about what to do during that ridiculous "music practice time" in Relief Society (I was the music director for almost a year). So now I get to spend 2 hours with 5+ children three and under (one of them being Owen) and play with toys, eat snacks, and all-around act silly, all without feeling self-conscious about it. This is the first time for me to be a primary teacher, if nursery counts, so that's probably why I'm so energized. I don't know why, but it seems like I always get put into adult callings when I'd much rather be with children. I guess only time will tell if I'm feeling the same way a year from now. So I'm wondering if anyone has any suggestions for me...what are some dos and don'ts that you have experienced with nursery at church? Any particular fantastic things you've come across or some bad ideas you've dealt with?

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.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Friday, July 11, 2008

I miss my mind today.

Yesterday was Tim's birthday, and I really wanted to make it fun. But I've got a little ailment going on these days that I like to call Baby Brain...which basically means that I have no short-term memory. I'm constantly thinking of what seems like a hundred different things I need to do but am unable to accomplish any of them because when I get around to doing anything, I've forgotten what it was that I needed to do. I can't even make a decent to-do list, because I keep getting distracted by other stuff I need to do! After I had Owen I was working as the school librarian at Tehipite Middle School, and I remember I would just sit at my desk and not be able to remember what needed to be done, then get interrupted by someone needing something, walk around the library helping students, and then return to my desk to try to remember what needed to be done. It was like that for weeks until I finally got my brain back--I was so spacey!

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.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Happy 4th!

Today we participated in the festivities in Tracy, CA with the family. Rebecca Koford and her children are here visiting from Maryland. What says Independence more than a fake Elvis singing Battle Hymn of the Republic?
Watermelon eating contest

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Rollin' with the Homies

I've got some good news on the development front: Henry started rolling over yesterday. He's 15 weeks old now, and I'm debating whether or not it's time to move him out of the cradle in my room and into the crib in Owen's room. This morning when I woke up he was on his stomach in the cradle. I've got some trepidation about putting Henry and Owen together, but I'm not sure what alternative I have these days. I'm certainly not putting the crib in my bedroom, and the office has no the boys will be stuck together for a little while, at least. I had forgotten how much space baby stuff takes up. We need a bigger place!

I've been working with Owen a bit on potty training lately. He sure loves his potty treats! I checked out a book titled Toilet Training in Less than a Day from the library. It was written in basically I'm using the same techniques my mother may have used to train me, and I'm fine with that--I'm pretty good at staying dry, I think! I haven't finished the book yet, but I'm going to start training after this weekend. I have no confidence that this giant feet will actually be accomplished in "less than a day", but you never know, I guess! I will be deliriously happy if Owen is trained in a month.

Here's a video of Owen singing a favorite song of his. He loves any variation on the ABC tune. All day long he's singing either ABC, Twinkle Twinkle, Baa Baa Black Sheep, or a jumble of all three. I teach him new songs all the time, in fact today he learned Hickory Dickory Dock, but he always goes back to that blasted ABC tune! I love how he uses the Y sound for his Ls---so he says "One for the yittle boy who yives down the yane". It cracks me up. Tonight we had ice cream for dessert and I asked him if he wanted a little. He said, "I don't want a yittle. I want a yot!"