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


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!


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!