Friday, May 30, 2008

The Countdown Begins...

As of Wednesday night, we are officially out of our house. We rented a 40-foot trailer to pack and store our things in. I only estimated we would need about 25 feet, but the 40 feet wasn't that much more expensive so we decided to play it safe. Boy, am I glad we did! We filled that entire trailer! Granted, it wasn't filled to the ceiling--not even close--and towards the end of the night the packing job became less and less precise, but still! When did we acquire so much stuff? By the way, if anyone ever needs to store their things temporarily while they are between houses, I highly recommend a portable storage unit. Yes, they are more expensive, but when 9 pm rolled around and we had only just finished loading the trailer, I was so glad we didn't have to then unload the trailer into a storage unit only to load it again in a few weeks and unload it at the new house... you get the idea.

Now begins our squatter stage. For the next few weeks we are "visiting" my in-laws. (Visiting sounds much nicer than taking-over-their-house.) Signs of our presence are everywhere in their home, from Logan's playpen in the living room to my baskets of food in the food storage to our piano next to theirs in the entry. We decided to postpone the big boy bed training during this time as we have enough to deal with without being up all night with Logan. Thanks for all the suggestions; I'll start trying them as soon as we get into the next house.

On a more sentimental note, I already miss my old home and neighborhood. We had lived in our home for just over 2 years. I know that doesn't sound like much, but before that we had never lived anywhere longer than 6 months. I will miss not being able to walk down the street without stopping to chat with at least 1 or 2 neighbors. I will miss the babies and toddlers in Sacrament Meeting that drown out my own child's whining. I will miss the neighborhood parties and girls-night-outs, although maybe if we're lucky we'll still be invited to those. But most of all I will miss the people who have become so much more than neighbors to our family. Please don't become strangers!

Monday, May 26, 2008

Big Boy Bed Update

The bedtime saga continues as we try everything we can think of to get Logan to sleep on his mattress. One night I gave him the silent treatment. I'd walk him to bed, pin him down until he stopped struggling, then start to walk out of the room. Each time he'd let me get a few more steps before he came bolting out of bed trying to squeeze past me out the door. We continued this for several hours until we were both too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

The next night we bought a child safety knob and put it on the inside of the door. We closed the door and went to bed. I'm not sure how long he cried because I feel asleep around 11:30 pm and woke up at 1:30 am to him still crying. I keep telling myself he must have fallen asleep sometime during that time and woken back up. (It's easier than considering the option that he'd been crying for over 2 hours straight.) Logan has always had this odd habit of inflicting pain to get attention. Crying at his door is no different. He'll bang his head against the door then cry the phrase, "Kiss it bedder?" over and over again. Sorry kiddo. Not this time.

Well, eventually he got the point that we were not going to come get him. Finally, he fell asleep on the floor in his room. I went in to move him to his bed a little while later but discovered a small problem: he was blocking the door with his body. The only way to get into his room was push on the door hard enough to slide his body out of the way. 9 times out of 10, that meant pushing hard enough to wake him up. Back to square one.

After two nights of this, his crying time has decreased dramatically. We shut the door, he cries for about 10 seconds, then lays down on the floor in front of his door and goes to sleep. If he'd lay down on his mattress instead, I'd say mission accomplished, but strangely, he seems to like sleeping on the floor. Even if I stay in his room with him, he'll lay on the floor instead of his bed. Is it a battle worth fighting? Not for now.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Big Boy Bed

About 2 weeks ago we took down Logan's crib. With the upcoming moves and the new baby on the way, I wanted to give him a chance to get used to a bed without having to adjust to anything else at the same time. Instead of putting him immediately into a twin bed, we put his crib mattress on the floor. It seemed like a good idea... at the time.

Fast forward 10 days.

What part of the above plan sounded like a good idea?

Logan has gone from being a great sleeper (puts himself to bed, hardly ever wakes up at night, sleeps 12 hours) to an absolute nightmare (no pun intended). Our bedtime ritual now revolves around convincing him to stay in his bed. Typically, within seconds of closing his door he is up and crying for us to come back. He wants one of us to lay by him and scratch his head/back until he falls asleep. Inevitably, he needs a drink, tissue, snack, "medicine" (fluoride tablets), and book before he can go to sleep. When he wakes up in the night, we either have to lay by him (again) until he falls asleep, or bring him to bed with us. By the way, lying on the floor next to a crib mattress is never comfortable, but especially not at 35 weeks pregnant.

We've tried locking him in his room, but he cries at the door for an hour or longer and gets no closer to sleep during that time. Recently, he figured out how to unlock his door so even that does no good. In the meantime, he's getting 3-4 hours of sleep less a night than before. (Which means we are also getting 3-4 hours less sleep.)

I was so relieved when I made it through the milestones of the first year: sleeping through the night, weaning off a bottle, getting rid of the binky, a regular nap schedule, etc. Now I am finding that the painful training doesn't end there. I was hoping to figure this out before the baby came so I didn't have to be up with 2 kids in the night, but maybe that was wishful thinking. I welcome any suggestions or advice from those with experience. (And yes, Allison, your 3-page comments are welcome here.) What do I do?

Monday, May 19, 2008

Happy Birthday Byron!

My brother, Byron, turned 22 this past Sunday. To celebrate, he and our brother, Curtis, came up for Sunday dinner. Logan loves his uncles and was super excited to see them. Byron was kind enough to treat Logan to a few rounds of "Popcorn Popping" and "Do As I'm Doing" on the guitar. Here they are rocking out:

Here is Byron opening his presents from my parents. Curtis is responsible for the wrapping job. *Sigh.* Typical boys. Notice Logan holding up Byron's wallet in the corner. Apparently he thought he'd found a present, too.

When I asked Byron what his favorite dessert was, he threw me for a loop with, "Apple Pie." Not being much of a pie fan myself, I had never made apple pie before. Well, there has to be a first time for everything. Here's my novice attempt at an apple pie:

I know it doesn't look like much, but Byron and Curtis testified that it was pretty good. However, my brothers have been known to eat (and enjoy) just about anything, so all I really know is that it was edible.

Hope you had a great day, Byron!

Thursday, May 15, 2008


This morning one of my male co-workers stopped me in the hall.

Co-worker: You look miserable.
Me (in my head): Really? I actually feel pretty good today.
Me (aloud): Sometimes I see other pregnant women walking and hope I don't waddle as much as they do.
Co-worker: How much longer do you have?
Me: About 6 weeks.
Co-worker: Maybe you should tell your manager to cut you some slack and give you a break.
Me: [short laugh] Yeah, maybe...
Me (in my head): Maybe you should learn not to tell pregnant women they look miserable.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Sunny Days

We've had some interesting weather patterns lately. All week it is cold and rainy, but the weekends are sunny and beautiful! I guess I can't complain too much. If I only get a few nice days a week, I'd definitely prefer them to be on the weekends! This past weekend we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and spend the day outdoors.

We met up with Jeff's parents in the afternoon and went to the golf course. I haven't played in a very long while so I was a little nervous, especially considering my shift in center of gravity, but I actually played better than I thought I would. (Not that that says much.) Logan road around on the cart with us and had a great time.

After golf we picked up some dinner and headed to the park. Logan loves running down hills so Jeff took him to the top of this one and they raced down together. These big hills are are a little too much for Logan's short legs, but he's a good sport about his tumbles.

Finally, we topped off the afternoon with some fun on the playground.

It was a fun day spent with family and I really couldn't ask for anything more.

In other news-- I took Logan in for a check up today. The doctor described him as "tall and skinny," just like his dad. At 30 pounds, I don't think he's that skinny, but everything is relative. Maybe we will have a basketball player after all...

Monday, May 12, 2008

Some more pictures

I was able to get some pictures of the house this weekend. Here are a few to give you a better idea of where we're headed.

Yay food storage!

Here comes that gorgeous yard I've been talking about:

Is it normal for grass to be that green?

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Home at Last

After weeks of diligently (frantically) searching and several offers, we finally have found our next home! We had basically given up on finding what we wanted, where we wanted it, in our price range and available when we needed it. We found a community in Provo with a street of spec homes on the verge of short sale. We made offers on three, but with bank approvals and such, we had no hope of hearing back before the end of the month, much less moving in. So in the meantime we continued our search.

There had been one house that kept catching our eye on the MLS, but we had struggled to get a hold of the agent to show it to us. Last Wednesday we finally made contact and convinced the owners to put off their afternoon plans for a few minutes so we could quickly come by and see the house. It's not a new house (built early 1970s) but it was in good condition and we could actually move in without having to repair anything! The selling point, however, was the yard. And oh, what a yard! I wish I had pictures, but the owners took the listing off the MLS so I don't have any to show except this one I stole from Google maps. It is immaculate, with lots of bright green grass, fruit trees, a huge garden, a small vineyard, swing set, deck, above ground pool... I could go on and on.

The only catch to the situation was the owners are building a house and can't move in to it until mid to late August. ...And we have 2 weeks to be out of our house. So not only would we have to find a place to rent for the next 3 months, but I would be giving birth in the middle of that time and have to go back to work before we could get settled. Having felt like we had a bit of a relationship with the owners, we pled our case and asked if there was any way they could be out before July 1 so we wouldn't be homeless when our new baby comes. They agreed! So June 28 (3 days before my due date), we will be moving in to our new home. Sound familiar? Just over 2 years ago we moved into our current home... 3 days before Logan was born. Is this going to be a pattern? I sure hope not!

Friday, May 9, 2008

A Mothers' Day Thought

Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,

I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Twilight Trailer

Not sure how I feel about this... still super excited, but definitely not the way I saw the books play out in my head.

Twilight in HD

Monday, May 5, 2008

Mothers' Day Outing

To take advantage of my sister-in-law, Amy, being in town, we spent a girl's afternoon out on Saturday in honor of Mothers' Day next week. Jeff's mom, grandma, two sisters and I ate lunch at Brick Oven then treated ourselves to my favorite indulgence, pedicures. Since none of us get our nails done on a regular basis, we weren't sure where to go and took a chance on a local shop. The place was run by an Asian family - mom, dad, and 4 kids under 5. If I hadn't been hoping for a relaxing experience, I probably would have been amused by the 2-year-old pouring extra soap into my water, or the 3-year-old threatening to douse me with the sprayer. Oh well--I got to spend time with family and now my toes are cute and pink so what else could I ask for?

Jeff - this does not mean you are off the hook for flowers next week. Just FYI.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

House Hunters

It's official. Our house is under contract. We are scheduled to be out by May 28. So subtract today, carry the one, and we have exactly 28 days to find a place to live!

Since we signed the offer letter on our townhome, Jeff and I have been frantically looking at houses nearly every night. I practically have the MLS memorized, and I've scoured forsalebyowner.com, Craig's List, KSL and any other site that might have a home listing I haven't yet seen. Twice we've been on the verge of making an offer only to find the house has gone under contract in the past 24 hours. Once we had a real estate agent laugh at our offer because it was so much lower than the listed price. (We probably deserved that one.) Isn't this supposed to be a buyer's market?

Sometimes I feel like I'm on HGTV's "House Hunters." Will the Pendletons buy the 1970's fixer-upper in North Orem; or will they go for the brand new but slightly more expensive spec home in South Provo; or perhaps they'll choose the picturesque neighborhood but overpriced two-story in Lindon? If only it were that easy. *sigh*