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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Merry Christmas!

I have always hated Christmas night. It marks the end of my favorite season of the year. No more Christmas music, no more anticipating the upcoming holiday, no more carefree time with family... at least not for another year. This year it was especially bittersweet as we flew back home after 5 blissful days in San Diego with my family on Christmas night. And to top it off, this is the first year where I have the holiday schedule of the employed and not of the student. So after arriving home late Christmas night, I had to wake up the day after Christmas and work!


Nevertheless, our Christmas holiday was wonderful. It's amazing how Christmas can regain magic from years past in a moment when you experience it with a child. Logan was so excited to play with his toys we had to hide them from him after he had opened one just to get him to open the next! Sometime during the season he picked up the catch phrase, "Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas," and it quickly became his favorite greeting. I have loved watching him learn and grow this past year and can't wait to see what he discovers in the next.


Despite my bitterness towards the end of the holidays, I am eagerly anticpating the upcoming year for at least one big reason. Exactly halfway through 2008 we are expecting another Pendleton! That's right, on or around July 1 Logan will become a big brother. This past year we had a scary close call when we lost a baby to an ectopic pregnancy. Gratefully, this time I have witnessed with my own eyes a tiny heart beat safely implanted in the uterus. I've been trying to better document this pregnancy for future reference so I'll keep you posted with photos and updates.

Here's some photos from our Christmas holiday.


Monday, December 17, 2007

Who said I could be a parent?

Sometimes I find it ironic that you have to take a test to drive, or to go to college, or become a doctor, yet two days after giving birth you are entrusted completely with the life of a child and no one ever questions whether you are qualified. Most of the time I feel like I do a pretty good job. Sure, I make mistakes, but eventually I figure it out and as far as I know my son is still healthy and happy. But every once in a while you wonder how your children survive your parenting. Such as the other night...

At 20 months, Logan is a pretty good sleeper. He goes to bed around 8 pm and (most nights) sleeps straight until 7 or 8 the next morning. Jeff and I have gotten used to uninterrupted sleep again which makes it that much harder to get up from time to time in the night. Well, this particular night Logan had already been up three times before 1 am and we were both getting drowsier and less patient by the minute. We agreed that the next time he woke up, we would just let him cry until he went back to sleep.

I'm not sure how long it was before he woke up again, but having already resolved to let him cry I drifted back to sleep to the sound of muffled sobs. Who knows how much later it was when Jeff finally got up to check on him, but I'm guessing it must have been close to an hour. This time, Jeff brought him back to bed with us (something I promise never to do during daylight hours but give in to easily in the middle of the night) and laid him down between us and under three heavy blankets. Lo and behold, he slept solid the rest of the night.

Well, the next morning I slide my feet out from under the covers and quickly pulled them back in. It was freezing! Our thermostat is set at 67 degrees at night which is usually chilly in the morning but only for a second until I move around a bit. This was definitely not normal. I didn't think too much of it and attributed it to the weather, but when I finally made it downstairs to check on the temperature, it turns out our house was 52 degrees! The realization hit me like a ton of bricks: Logan couldn't sleep last night because he was cold! We hadn't noticed because we have a thick down comforter amidst other sheets and blankets, but Logan, clad only in a blanket sleeper, can't keep blankets on him through the night. I felt sooo guilty. What kind of mother makes her child cry because she can't seem to notice the house is 15 degrees colder than normal?!

How did this happen, you ask? The day before the eventful night, I had been down in the utility closet resetting a switch. Without my notice, Logan must have snuck in behind me and turned off the switch to the heater. (Jeff says Logan has done this before. Thanks for the warning, I say.) I suppose I could turn the story around and say Logan brought it upon himself, but I still can't shake the guilt of what I put my baby through.

Needless to say, we all make mistakes as parents from time to time. Luckily, kids are resilient and have short term memories, at least while they're young.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Elfamorphosis!

Click here to see the Pendleton family get groovy for the holidays.

Things to note: Jeff is always slightly behind the rest, Logan is totally the seductive one, and Carly has more energy than anyone's seen her have in a loooong time!

Friday, November 30, 2007

Precious Moments

Just thought I'd share a couple of photos and videos that are too good to miss.

A few weeks ago Jeff's family came over for dinner. After the meal, the boys headed downstairs to watch some football while the girls stayed upstairs to work on some other things. Some time later, the basement door thumps open and I hear awkward footsteps coming around the corner. When the perpetrator came into view:

Logan had tried on his Uncle James' cowboy boots and thought they were super cool. He struggled a little bit walking in them, but he didn't seem to mind.

This next picture exhibits two of Logan's recent loves: books and his bear. He adores books and even "reads" the ones he knows well. (This particular book is called "The Foot Book" by Dr. Suess. Logan knows the catch phrase from the story is "Feet, feet, feet," so he'll recite that as he turns the pages.) The bear was a baby gift from a darling older couple in my parent's ward. Lately Logan has become quite attached to it. He likes to sleep with it, drag it around the house, and even read to it.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Where is it?

This post probably won't be nearly as exciting or funny to the rest of you as it is to me, but I will share anyway. The other day Logan and Jeff were playing a modified version of hide n' seek. Jeff would hide his hand under the blanket and say, "Where is it?" Logan would then pull the blanket off to Jeff's exclamation, "There it is!"

The result of this innocent little game is Logan learned his first sentence, well, his first three sentences. Now he wanders around all day hiding things and saying, "Where is it?" then revealing the hidden object to say, "There it is!" Being the prodigy that I know (think) he is, he has sagely incorporated these new found phrases with his already rather impressive (again, totally subjective) vocabulary. So now his conversation with himself is something like:

"Where is it? Where's the ball?"
"There it is!"

"Where is it? Where's the juice?" [Referring to his sippy cup.]
"There it is!"

"Where is it? Where's the Daddy?"
"There it is!"

Though I am proud of Logan's advanced speech progress, I am slightly concerned. Did we really just teach him to hide things?!

Monday, November 19, 2007

Translation

Apparently I underestimated some of your abilities to (a) translate toddler-talk, (b) support BYU athletics, and/or (c) catch the hidden message in the previous post. So for those of you who fall into one or more of these categories, the correct translation of Logan's ramblings is: "Rah, rah! Gooooooo Cougars!" If that still doesn't ring a bell, listen to the sound file below (particularly the last 15 seconds).

Cougar Fight Song

In case you don't know the words, you probably shouldn't be reading this blog. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt...

The Cougar Song
Brigham Young University

By Clyde D. Sandgren

Rise, all loyal Cougars and hurl your challenge to the foe.
We will fight, day or night, rain or snow.
Loyal, strong, and true
Wear the white and blue.
While we sing, get set to spring.
Come on, Cougars, it's up to you. Oh!

CHORUS:

Rise and shout, the Cougars are out
along the trail to fame and glory.
Rise and shout, our cheers will ring out
As you unfold your vict'ry story.
On you go to vanquish the foe
for Alma Mater's sons and daughters.
As we join in song in praise of you our faith is strong.
We'll raise our colors high in the blue
And cheer our Cougars of BYU.

Rah, rah, rah rah rah.
Rah, rah, rah rah rah.
Rah, rah, rah rah rah.
Go Cougars!


Copyright © 1947 Clyde D. Sandgren, Jr.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Teach 'em Young...

The other morning Logan woke up early... too early for us to do anything other than let him come lay in bed with us. He had no intention of sleeping, and instead sang songs, told himself stories, and rambled on in his language that I have yet to be able to translate. After a few minutes he started to shake his fist and chant something that sounded vaguely familiar. Though I couldn't make out the words, the inflection was unmistakable. Here is a recording of him doing it again later that day. If you bleed blue, you should be able to decipher what he is saying.


Sunday, November 4, 2007

What a difference an hour makes!

I don't know about the rest of you, but I have been anxiously anticipating daylight savings this year. With Bush's push back from the first Sunday in October to the first Sunday in November, the mornings have been getting rapidly darker and my body just hasn't handled it well. However, no matter when daylight savings is scheduled, it is always a welcome change when it brings an extra hour of sleep. Usually all this means is I wake up a little more rested and the morning is a little bit brighter. This year it brought about a major change in our household.

Yesterday was plain awful, to quote Annie Warbucks. Logan is acting the part of the terrible twos at 18 months. He is stubborn as a mule (just like his mom) and throws full-on tantrums (that's right... on the floor, kicking and screaming) when he doesn't get what he wants. All day long he whined and cried until I began to wonder how much more I could take. With the disaster at Nursery last week, combined with his extra whining from not feeling well the last few days (his 18 month shots had given him a mild case of the flu), topped by this looong Saturday, I was exhausted, to say the least. I put him to bed a half an hour early and prayed hard that night that the next day would be better.

This morning I woke up to sunlight (hooray) and the sounds of a waking toddler. I leaned over Jeff and squinted at the clock: 7:15. With the time change, that meant Logan had slept for almost 13 hours! From there on out, he was practically a different child. He did much better in Nursery today (Jeff dropped him off... maybe he just needs a firm hand... who knows) and he took two long naps this afternoon. When his uncles Byron and Curtis came over for dinner, he didn't shy away from them but was pleasant and social and, well, good! Who is this kid and what has happened to my son?

After dinner we migrated to the basement where we introduced Byron to our Nintendo Wii. After he and Curtis had played every Wii Sports game on the system, Byron helped Logan take a Wii Fitness test. Logan's Wii age is 38. Byron was 33; Curtis was 52.


Curtis was pretty wiped by the end of the night.


This has nothing to do with the rest of this post, but it's pretty funny. Watch till the end to get a good laugh.


Halloween and more

Compared to other bloggers, I am a little late in getting my Halloween pictures posted. But better late than never, eh? Here's some highlights from Nemo's Halloween:


Despite his initial dislike of wearing his costume, Logan warmed up to the idea of being Nemo and by October 31st actually wanted to put it on.


I didn't think Logan would last trick-or-treating for very long, but once he discovered people were giving him candy, there was hardly any stopping him.


Jeff took it upon himself to teach Logan the art of the candy trade. Mostly he just took all the candy he wanted and left the rest for Logan.

Due to the fact that Logan and knives just don't get along, we decided against carving pumpkins this year. Besides, Logan thought it was more fun to throw the pumpkin like a ball every chance he got. I think we may have a pumpkin smasher on our hands!

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

So Much for Nursery

Just as an update: Logan did NOT do well in Nursery this week. He cried the whole time, even when I came back in and sat with him. He was so traumatized that he cried when I dropped him off at the babysitter's on Monday (which he NEVER cries over). If anyone has any suggestions, I will try just about anything.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Nursery At Last!

This Sunday was Logan's first day in Nursery. Oh happy day! Jeff and I both walked him to his Nursery like two kids about to see what Santa brought them for Christmas. Since Logan has been born, I've had callings that keep me busy second and third hour, so Jeff has carried the brunt of babysitting in Church. But the last 2 months Jeff has been teaching primary so I've been the sole referee during those long second and third blocks. In our ward, Nurseries are grouped by age (there are four nurseries total). So the poor Nursery workers in Logan's nursery (a newlywed couple) have to deal with a brand new Nursery-goer every few weeks.

Logan was tenative at first, but he soon found a ball and proceeded to pelt the other kids with it. The husband of the newlywed nursery couple brought out some bubbles which caught Logan's attention as well. Despite all best efforts, however, each time I tried to sneak out the door Logan would come running after me, crying and sniffling, snot streaming down his upper lip. Finally, I asked Sister Mangum (that's the wife's name) if she would mind if I let him cry it out for a bit. She actually looked relieved at the suggestion. So I left. I peeked through the window every 20 minutes or so for the next hour, and though he was being held most of the time, he wasn't crying after the first few minutes. Hooray! Jeff would probably call him a baby and tell him to toughen up, but I feel that all in all, it was a very successful first child's first day of Nursery!

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Fleeting Fall

Fall is in the air! The leaves are changing colors, the air is getting cooler, and the holidays are just around the corner. Having never really experienced season changes growing up in San Diego, I absolutely adore Utah's spring and fall. There are benefits to summer and winter as well, but there is something about the two transition seasons that is so relieving after the excruciating heat of summer or the bitter cold of winter.

Now that I've just placed the autumn season on an alter, I have to admit there is one part I am not so fond of: Halloween. I'll apologize in advance to all the Halloween lovers, but I am just not a huge fan of it. The spooky black and orange decorations, the haunted house ads on the radio, the plethora of cheaply made costumes... I'd almost rather just do away with Halloween. But having a child around to relive the seasonal thrills through does make it worth while. I did have fun finding a costume for him (though it was cheap, it is not cheaply made) and I certainly had fun watching him at the pumpkin patch.

We took Logan to the pumpkin patch last week. Jeff shook his head at me the whole time we were there. I insisted we go, even though it had rained all that morning and it was terribly muddy. We went to a patch in Springville and (prepare yourself for a laugh) I was amazed to find it was an actual patch! I mean, the pumpkins were right there, on the vines! You could actually walk around the muddy field and pick (literally) a muddy pumpkin right out of the mud! I had never seen such a sight! For all you who are as astonished as I, here are pictures to prove it:


Yes, Logan, that is a pumpkin.


Almost as cool as the fact that the pumpkins were on vines, the patch had a mini maze made of hay. Logan had a blast walking through it. Jeff had an even better time chasing him down when he'd get lost.


The only problem with Fall in Utah is it is over too quickly. I woke up this morning to a white blanket of snow covering the ground. I guess now I'll just have to keep reminding myself that Thanksgiving and Christmas are just around the corner. Now those are some holidays I can get into!

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Logan looks more like Dad!

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Birthdays, Bubbles, and Boo!

Jeff celebrated his 26th birthday last week. I suggested rice pudding for his birthday dessert... he recommended chocolate cake. So we had both.


Logan has a hard time saying the "s" sound, so he replaces it with a "sh." In this picture, Jeff is appeasing him by blowing some "bubblesh."


How festive are we?


Logan is going to be Nemo for Halloween. Here is a preview of his costume. Note the gimpy fin.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Three weeks and counting

As we approach the much anticipated 18-month mark, I sometimes wonder if it wouldn't be more efficient to stake out a spot in the hallway and read the Relief Society lesson there rather than chase Logan in and out of the room for 45 minutes. Between the banging on chairs, the dumping of animal crackers onto the floor, and the pulling lesson props off the table, I am tempted to petition to begin a pre-nursery for toddlers 12-18 months old. There are moments, however, when I have to smile, like when I am leading the music and suddenly Logan is standing in front of me, leading along with me. Or when he folds him arms devoutly during what can be a lengthy opening prayer and adds his adament "Mah-men!" at the close. Or when he oh so irreverently runs laps around the room, attracting a following of other unstable walkers as he goes.

All the same... I can't wait until Nursery!

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Like Father, Like Son

As Logan gets older, he is becoming more and more of a picky eater. Who would have thought? The baby that we couldn't get to stop eating is now the toddler who ends up with more food on the floor than in his face. There is one treat, however, that he will eat no matter the time of day or the mood: cereal. I should have seen it coming. If I would let him, Jeff would eat cereal for breakfast (rice chex), lunch (raisin bran), dinner (shredded wheat), and dessert (fruity pebbles). So it only seems natural that Logan would follow suit.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Kodak Moments

We took Logan to a professional photographer last weekend. I'm starting to think all it takes is some fancy equipment and a studio to claim professional status; however, despite the incompetency of our photographer, we managed to get a decent picture. I think we will wait awhile before attempting that again!


Here are some other fun moments from the past month or so.

We knew we had a prodigy on our hands! Right now Logan loves to play the piano... let's hope this continues into later years.


By the time he figured out how to put these on, they were too small. But he doesn't mind 'cause he knows he looks sooo cool.


Dad and Logan on the scooter at the Smith family reunion.


Logan with his cousin, Madi, taking a much needed bath after a long day at the reservoir. One day they'll probably hate us for this picture, but they were sure having fun at the time!

Check out our basement!

After many long months of hammering, sawing, painting, and caulking, our basement is finally "finished." Being the homemaker I am, I will probably never truly deem it complete, but for the moment it is furnished and painted, which is a huge accomplishment for us. So although Jeff was not able to watch the season finale of 24 in his theater, you had better believe that's where we'll be for the next season premier!







And a few other house pictures for documentation purposes...






Saturday, July 28, 2007

Day 1

This month marks anniversary number three for Jeff and I. We probably should have started a blog a long time ago, if for no other reason than to document our life together, but also to keep in touch with all our family and friends. So belated as it may be, here it is: our maiden voyage into the world of blogs. We'll begin with something traditional---a family photo. For those of you who don't know us (or haven't seen us in a while), that's Carly on the left, Jeff on the right, and Logan below.
As all new parents do, we must take a moment to highlight our pride and joy---the most intelligent and talented 15-month-old the world has seen. Ok, so he might not be a prodigy yet, but he can say at least 10 words and he knows all the actions to "Popcorn Popping." (See video for proof.) His latest joy is climbing over, through, and under anything he can. I took the opportunity to explore my inner child and built a fort for him to engage his climbing skills in.

Last weekend we explored the mountains of Spanish Fork Canyon with Jeff's grandpa, J.P. Logan wasn't sure how he felt about the 4-wheelers at first, but they grew on him and even lulled him to sleep later in the day. Carly bought her first ever fishing license for the occasion, but the fish were not to be caught that day. Jeff rediscovered his love for the outdoors, and as a family we determined to go on a camping trip before the summer ends.


For those of you we haven't caught up with in a loooong time, here is the quick summary: We bought a townhouse last spring in Saratoga Springs, UT and have recently finished our basement (as in tonight). Jeff's still selling, trying to make the most of what he has. Carly graduated from BYU in April and has been working for the LDS Church ever since. The future is somewhat uncertain at the moment, but we find it exciting to imagine what the next year has in store for us!