Sunday, December 28, 2008
Alex's grandparents gave Evan a portable booster for him to bring when he comes for Sunday dinner. Even though Evan doesn't understand it now...we had him "say" or sign Thank You when he got presents. You gotta start the good manners at an early age right?
Grandma Susan and Grandpa Doug gave our family some signing time DVD's. I'm very excited about this. Both of my sisters have taught their children sign language as infants with great results. They are able to communicate with their kids before they can really talk! It's wonderful! So, thank you again.
Grandpa Guy and Grandma Emma gave us a highchair for Evan, it's fabulous. He actually successfully ate his first entire bowl of rice cereal in it just yesterday! *confetti*
And Papa and Nana gave our family a membership to the zoo for an entire year! I'm also very excited about this. I have fond memories of the zoo with my family (specifically my father) when I was little and I'd like to pass this on to my children. We can take guests, so if anyone is up for an outing to the zoo give us a call!
I just want to thank all of our friends and family for all that you do for us. Not just what you have given to my family, but thank you for who you are and for the relationships that we have with all of you. I'm so blessed to be able to surround my family with good people, who are good examples for me and my son. Thank you for your love and support.
We celebrated Christmas twice at my dad's this year. The reason being so my sister Annie and her family could celebrate with us. (ironically, I didn't get any pictures of her this visit, but she was here I promise!)
This is Morgan, Brightynn and Emma
Grandma Emma had crafts for the kids. They could decorate trees or gingerbread men. The kids had a really good time. I even decorated a tree...I got pretty into it. I guess I'm still a kid at heart right? Beckham and KaraiaMe and my nieces....well, some of them. McKinney was sick, and Brooklyn was...elsewhere. (I'm not entirely sure why she wasn't in the picture). Oh and that's Mark jumping in the background...silly Mark, you're no girl :)Me and the boys, except for Evan who was napping. Brenner, Tennyson and Beckham The girls got hats from Grandma...so cute! Tennyson wanted to be so cute too! Evan opening his snowman present. He loves this thing, he could watch it forever...it changes colors!
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Jasmine, Alex, Evan, Me
Friday, December 19, 2008
This is Will, he pretty much slept through the whole thing...but you can't really ask for much more from a three month old baby...he's cute isn't he?
Here's the whole group..Eth and Will, Hunter, Evan, Alex, and Me
This is Evan at 6 days old. I was lucky enough to capture a smile. A feat I was not able to accomplish again for many many months! (the camera was just to interesting to my son.)
I tag Mom, Emilie, Annie, Brianna and Jill
Friday, December 12, 2008
This is Brenner, Annie's youngest. He's 8 months older than Evan and looks like a giant next to him.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
It was the funniest thing I've ever seen!
At first he stared at the spoon, so focused on what was going on. After he first bite he pulled such a face! "What in the world....wait a minute...this isn't milk! and what's with this texture!?!" I swear that's exactly what his face was saying. So I tried a few more bites, and after a while he would cough and gag...almost as soon as the spoon touched his mouth, so I know he wasn't ACTUALLY gagging, he was just reacting to the experience...and he is not a fan.
So we'll wait a little while and try it again. For the full entertainment, here is a little video.
Monday, December 8, 2008
I also was informed tonight that he had a bit of a time going to sleep WITHOUT me! Ha, it's not me at all. Alex was trying to tell me that he never makes a peep when I'm at work, but tonight Evan proved him wrong. I'm glad that me being home doesn't elicit bad habits from my son. He's still a good sleeper, we just had one crazy night. And really, one bad night in over four months is remarkable when you think about it.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
We were going through our regular routine, Evan ate, then we rocked and cuddled for a minute or two, and I put him to bed.
Tears, screaming...I gave him his binks back (whish usually does the trick)....more tears, more crying. I walked away, trying to help him learn to calm himself and sleep. Afterall, he's never had a problem before. he cried for a solid 40 mintues! I was practically in tears myself! I couldn't stand to hear him so sad and upset. So I went in and snuggled him, he got droopy eyes and I laid him down.
tears and more tears! I tried to listen to Alex, "all his needs are met, he just wants to be held...and we don't want to teach him that we will hold him all night long..." I know that this makes sense...I do. But I just wanted to hold my son! In my head I was thinking, I can hold him tonight until he falls alseep, a real deep sleep so that he won't wake up when I move him....it will only be for tonight. But I know that I wouldn't be just one night. So, we get him out of bed and bring him unto the living room. We were decorating our Christmas tree. He was no longer tried having cried for an hour. So he laughed as I danced to Christmas music and placed onarments on the tree. He loves our tree and is fasinated by the lights. It's so cute.
After being up for another hour, we fed him again...you know, to top him off so he wouldn't wake up in the night, plus it had been three hours since he last ate. And we tried again to put him to sleep. He cried for another 20 minutes. I have no idea what was going on. He didn't fall asleep until 12:15 AM!!! He normally goes to bed between 7:30 and 8:30!!
I've decided that he knows that I am a pushover. And when I am home there's a good chance if he cries longer than 10 minutes, I'm there, in his nursery "helping" him go back to sleep. You might think I'm being silly, but listen to this. I'm at work tonight. Guess who fell right asleep without any fuss?
Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled he had a typical night and didn't give his father any difficulty. But if it happens again the next night I'm home, then I'll know that it's me...and he just knows I'm a pushover. I guess I'll have to work on that for the future.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Height: 25 1/4 inches (50%)
Weight: 13 lbs 3 oz (25%)
OFC: 40 cm (5%)
He also got his immunizations today, he cried a little bit but then recovered like the champ that he is! We're also debating if we are going to start rice cereal now. Our pediatrician said that we can start at any time now. Alex wants to wait a little longer, and I can hardly wait for this milestone! Evan has started waking up in the middle of the night a few nights a week, and I think starting rice cereal at his nighttime feeding would help. I wasn't sure if he was even interested or not, but the last few days he REALLY cares about what I'm eating. Even if there are toys in front of him, all he watches is my fork and my mouth. (It's pretty darn cute).
He's started really talking to Alex and I. I love his little voice. I could listen to it all day! When he's starting to talk, it looks like he's going to cry. He pulls his mouth down into a little pout...and then waits a minute, and then starts voicing his thoughts. People think he's upset or sad about something....he's not. He's just working those mouth muscles for sure!
In some ways he's growing up too fast and in others I can't wait for him to become more independent, and even cuter than he is now. Motherhood is a crazy roller coaster I've decided. It wonderful, but you can't help but have your emotions fluctuate so much between wanting them to stay a baby forever and being so proud of what they've accomplished....and wanting them to accomplish even more!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
And I agree there's no need to know the names of who found all the horses, and the name of the guy who made sure nobody hurt them. But, a movie is typically a social event, one that oddly you can't communicate during.
The credits on the other hand, are the perfect time to still be immersed in the feel of the movie, and yet be able to talk to the others you're with about how the movie was, time to start formulating in your head if you liked it or not and why, how it should've or could've been etc. And if it was just a really good movie it gives you time to come back to reality slowly and relive its glory. So that's why I like to watch the credits, and to each his own, because as Meghan mentioned, I love that everyone leaves and lets you have the theater to yourself.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
On my way back to the house I recalled running an errand for my sick wife and wondered if they carded everyone else who bought cold medicine, or just us punk teenagers.
Friday, November 21, 2008
More importantly...do you NEED to watch the credits...as part of a "cool down" from the movie?
Alex and I had a "discussion" about this tonight. I hate watching the credits, but if I'm in a theater then I'll stay (begrudgingly) only because I don't want to join the sheep leaving the theater...I like to walk out on my own pace. But when I am home, there is absolutely no reason to sit there and read the names of people I don't care about.
Alex on the other hand feels incomplete if he doesn't get to watch the credits. He needs his "cool down" as he puts it.
So I was wondering how many of you out there are like Alex. Or how many of you are sane like me? :) Please feel free to cast your vote in the comments
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I had researched on the internet how to do my makeup and hair to look authentic 1920's. I really just have too long of hair for their styles, but the makeup I could handle. It's really dark smokey eyes and seriously red lips. So I went all out with the makeup, and it was fun, in my own home with just Alex as a witness.
But then we had to go, and I had to leave the comfort of my own home...and the lack of an audience. It hadn't occurred to me how shy and uncomfortable I would feel dressed up like this with people around. Now I know why I don't do theater. It took all of my power to walk through the front door of the party....and even more to walk up the stairs to where people were. I literally hid in a corner at the bottom of the stairs for a moment or two, trying to talk myself into moving.
Once everyone had reacted to my costume, and the attention was turned elsewhere, I was okay. But a while later, the rest of the group came, and my hyper-awareness returned full force. And once again, once the reactions where over, I was able to forget how I looked and enjoyed myself. I was a fun night. You can't see how dark my makeup really was in these pictures, but trust me, it was extreme!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
As everyone knows it was Election Day on Tuesday. I wanted to participate, take part in the privilege and opportunity I have to vote, a privilege that I am so grateful to have. I had worked the night before and was unsure when I should vote. I knew that I wouldn't be in the mood to wait for hours, let alone 20 minutes if I hadn't slept...but I wasn't sure how the lines would be later in the day either. I had heard the nightmare stories from those who had gone to vote early. So I decided to stop by the elementary where I was supposed to vote, and if the lines weren't too long, I'd stay and then go straight to bed.
Location: Meadowbrook Elementary
I walk in, see no signs directing me where to vote. I am unsure that this even is Meadowbrook, see a display case with the words Meadowbrook, continue to wander aimlessly. Find the GYM, see the voting tables and walk to the one marked A-K. I see the Bishop's wife from my old ward, say hi and state my name. She asked for my address, I look down, see my old address listed...I just moved a few weeks ago remember. So I say, foolishly "Well, for you guys it's 340 North..." and then I am cut off. I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't want to lie, because I knew that she knew I had moved. I thought she'd correct me if I lied, or that I might get "in trouble" for giving false information. I should have lied.
I am sent to another table to register with my new address. They ask me for my drivers license...ask if it has the current address, and I say no. They ask for proof of residency, which I don't have. They look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them I don't have proof of residency with me, and ask if I live far. They tell me all I need is a utility bill with my name and address and to come back to that table. So I go home.
Location: My home
I'm not terribly tired yet, so I go home, tell my husband and son about my silly decision to be honest and debate whether I want to go back or not before I've slept. I decide to just get it over with because there were no other voters! It was stranded and I figured this was the best time to do it. Luckily we had a utility bill in the house with my name on it so I go back to the school.
Location: Meadowbrook Elementary
I go directly to the registration table, greet the same two ladies as 15 minutes before and show them my utility bill. They ask me to find my address on a map. I do and they state that I'm not even in this district and I need to go elsewhere to vote. I look at them blankly, starting to feel the effects of staying up all night, wondering if they are really serious. Then they tell me that I should have told them my address before I left so that they could have checked what district I am in. *sigh* Yes, I suppose I should have. So they give me the address of the next school I need to go to.
Location: my car
Another debate in my mind as to whether I should continue to vote before I sleep. I'm a little frustrated, and preparing to be really angry if there is a long line. I'm also silently cursing the rain and my now thoroughly soaked scrubs, luckily scrubs are meant to dry quickly.
Location: Washington Elementary
I walk in and I am pleased to immediately see signs telling me where to go. I walk into the lunch room where there are crowds and crowds of children eating and am directed to the registration table. I lay my bill and drivers license on the desk and tell her that I recently moved and need to register.
"Do you have your drivers license?" I hand her my license AND my bill.
"Is this your current address?"
"Oh, is that why you have your bill?"
I guess my voice was showing my frustration and fatigue because she then tried to explain why it is better for me to register now so that they will know where I live, so they can send me my registration card. (Who cares if the government knows where I live).
"I noticed you are unaffiliated. Would you like to become a member of the Republican party?" *Smile*
A frown comes to her face, "Would you like to say that you are a Democrat?"
A confused look, more frowning..."So, then....you're neither?"
"That's correct" (Isn't that what unaffiliated means!!!!?)
So finally she hands me my ballot that I fill out like a scan tron in high school, then tells me to wait two weeks, call such-and-such number to find out if my vote counted!! That's right. I might have gone through all of this hassle, and it might not have even counted!!! I might have forgotten some box of information, or who knows what. *sigh*
And I thought honesty was the best policy. Clearly I was wrong.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Evan had his first halloween, and paraded as the most ferocious of all cats, an adorable tiger. He played the part pretty well. At Grandpa Guy's house he was all smiles and purrs, but soon decided he was tired and let us all know it.
After sleeping through our next visit he woke up to give mostly sullen looks of interrupted rest. Finally he woke up a little more to watch some TV at our last stop. And even though he was well past due for some milk he turned his nose up at it until after we got home.