Thursday, October 30, 2008

Halloween Preview

I know what you're thinking. Yes, we are die hard Cougar fans. And yes, this is a bit over the top. And I know that if you see another post about how much Logan adores BYU athletics you are going to take me off Google Reader. And your Christmas card list. Which is why I will ask you, for the sake of our friendship, to please not read the next 2 or 3 posts.


Unless, of course, you're not offended by my references to the university. Then, by all means, read on.

Too Cute For Words...

...but I'm going to say a few anyway.

Hmm, I can't post a standalone picture without a story to go with it. What a boring page that would make in the next edition of my blog book! Ok, let's see... what has Savannah done that is blog worthy lately? ... (Note to self: newborns are very boring.) ...

I know! She had her 4-month checkup! Great, so now you're going to tell us how much she weighs, and what percentile she is in, and how she is healthy and wonderful, blah, blah, blah, right?

YES! How did you know? And I want to mention, for the record, that I think pediatric checkups are totally worthless and if it weren't for the immunizations I probably would bag them altogether. The doctors never tell me anything I don't already know and I always leave feeling like I've wasted an hour. There, now that that's off my chest, here is the moment you've all been waiting for.

Weight: 14 lbs 2 oz (58%)
Height: 25 in (68%)
Head: 16.4 in (67%)

(I apologize for the blunt sarcasm. I think Jeff is rubbing off on me, for better or worse.)

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Burst My Bubble

Ok, so hours after posting the somewhat embarrassing post below, a new post shows up on My Super Hopeless Romance Blog admitting it is all MADE UP! What? That just makes me even more pathetic. Oh well, it was still a good story. Not as good as if it had been true, but still.

I'm a Sucker for Romance

The past two days I have been in another world. It's the world I slip into when I am reading a good romance novel (the non-trashy kind) or re-watching the 6-hour Colin Firth version of Pride and Prejudice. It's a place where bills never have to be paid, work is referenced but never done, houses are perpetually clean and every story ends with a "happily ever after." A few months ago I visited this world while reading the latest installment of the Twilight series and then again with Shannon Hale's The Goose Girl. Yesterday I found a non-fiction portal to my romance world. It's called My Super Hopeless Romance and yes, it's a blog. (http://mysuperhopelessromance.blogspot.com)

Warning: Do NOT start reading unless you have at least 1.5 hours to kill.
Warning: DO read from the beginning. Don't spoil it for yourself by reading it backwards.

It's a story about a girl who loves a boy. It's witty, romantic, funny, and best of all, it's happening right now! Once you are hooked (because I know you will be) you, too, will be checking daily for updates to see what has happened in the past 24 hours.

And then, once you're caught up with Cordy and Seth, you can go read about Pioneer Woman and Marlboro Man here. This one is also a true story, written by a woman on her 10th anniversary about how she met her husband.

These woman have inspired me to document the early days of my relationship with my husband. Our story really isn't all that interesting (sorry, honey, you know it's true) but it is special to me and who knows, maybe my kids will get a kick out of it one day. Besides, I would hate for him to think the reason I love these romances is because it is something I don't have with him. On the contrary, they remind me of what I do have and how I don't want to lose the happily ever after that is our reality.

Wow, that is probably the corniest thing I have ever posted, and it's not even Valentine's Day.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Attention all Card-makers and Scrapbookers...

Pebbles Inc. is having a warehouse sale! I went this morning and they had cut ribbon for 10 cents, foam stamps for 50 cents, die cuts for 5 cents, and lots more! It was a good opportunity to stock up for future cards and if I were a scrapbooker it would be a gold mine. You can check out some of the sale here but they had way more available at the actual sale and the prices were better. Just thought I'd pass the info along for anyone who's interested.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Carpe Diem

After last weekend's brief snowfall, I have become anxious to make every day of sunshine worthwhile. So when we woke up to 70-degree weather yesterday, we made plans to spend the day outdoors.

First we did some overdue yard work: mowing the lawn, pulling out dead plants, and prepping the garden for next year. After a day of tilling the soil by hand, my gardening plans have decreased in scale dramatically.

We then decided to go for a hike to see some of the fall colors. ("Hike?" Logan asks. "Hike? Football? BYU? Go Cougars!" Sorry, kid. Not that kind of hike.) We drove partway up the alpine loop, but sadly, most of the leaves had already dropped. Amazing views, nonetheless.

I fell in love with Utah all over again as we spent time in this beautiful wilderness just minutes from our house. Another long winter could kill that sentiment, but this one day, spent with my family in ideal conditions, was heaven on earth.

Friday, October 17, 2008

What are they up to now?

Why is it that all older siblings feel the need to re-live their infancy when a new baby comes along? Logan has this new fetish where he is always either acting like a baby or taking care of a baby. The other day I found him in the corner of my room, rocking his bear to sleep while singing a lullaby. And it is not unusual to find various stuffed animals buckled into Savannah's carrier, or in her swing, or exersaucer.

Savannah, on the other hand, has found a more egocentric form of entertainment: herself. Not that I blame her; she is pretty cute. Nothing makes her laugh harder than finding herself in the mirror. It's enough to make me want to line our walls with mirrors... well, almost.

Of course, she is more inclined to smile at herself if she's dressed in the latest fashion, compliments of Grandma...


Last week my old roommate, Jennie, was in town with her family. We were able to spend a few brief moments together during their trip. Jennie's oldest, Isaac, is just a few months younger than Logan, and her second, Meili, is 2 weeks older than Savannah. (Meili and Savannah were actually due on the same day. What are the chances?)

Notice the footballs in this group picture. The boys wouldn't sit still long enough to take the picture unless they could each hold a football. *Sigh*

Jennie and I with our other roommates in our first non-dorm apartment. We were celebrating someone's birthday, but I don't remember whose.

Jennie's baby shower after Isaac was born. We tried to have the shower before he came, but that little stinker just wouldn't wait. So we had a post-birth baby shower.

Left to right: Me and Logan, Jennie and Isaac, Laura and Felix. These three boys were all born within a year of each other. What cuties!

It's amazing how much things can change in a few short years!

Why I want to move: Part II

This is what we woke up to last Sunday:

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Why I want to move

Today's weather forecast:


Thursday, October 9, 2008

How Airplanes Sleep



"Airplane go to sleep."


"Airplane go to sleep."

[A few minutes later.]

Logan: "Go to sleep right now! No, go to bed. Now!"

(Can you tell we've been having trouble getting Logan to stay in bed at night?)

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

My Beautiful Sister

My sister recently had her senior pictures taken by a family friend (currently a professional photographer in LA). I can't believe the baby of the family is all grown up! What happened to my 3-year-old sister who cut chunks out of her own hair and smeared peanut butter across our newly carpeted house?

Monday, October 6, 2008

Angelic Visitors

Last Friday marked the close date of a project I have been working on for several months at work. I had been working diligently all week to be sure I finished on time. I was so confident all would go well that when Jeff called at lunch to see if I wanted to come meet him at work for a bit, I agreed. I packed a lunch, loaded the kids up, and drove the 1.3 miles to Jeff's office. Although it had been a slow day until we arrived, go figure it got busy just as we arrived. So Logan and Savannah and I waited for an hour while Jeff helped his customers, then finally sat down together to eat the unexciting peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I had brought. As time passed, I began to worry a bit about my project deadline and decided I'd better head back home.

I had barely sat down to work when the emails started flooding in. My customer had a list of new requests a mile long, my manager wanted to know where the latest release was, and three other unrelated customers were demanding their needs be met. Savannah was screaming to be held and Logan had fallen off the bed just minutes into his nap. I tried to stay calm, but I knew Jeff would be working late that night and I had no idea how I was going to get everything done. What had hours earlier seemed like an easy feat now felt a daunting ordeal. There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to finish everything tonight. I could feel the tears building up and overwhelming stress set in.

When Jeff called to check in, I didn't even try to pretend everything was alright. I begged him to come home as soon as he could to help me with the kids so I could work. He said he would, but I didn't have much hope seeing as he had just been promoted that day and needed to put in some extra time to fulfill his new position. I said several silent prayers as I bounced the screaming baby while I tried to recover my work that I had somehow lost.

Not much later, the doorbell rang. I answered it to find my sister-in-law, Ashley, standing on the doorstep. The poor girl had been to the doctor for immunizations and the orthodontist for a braces tightening that morning, but I swear at that moment there was a halo around her head. I fought back tears and she came in and prepped my kids for a walk. Over the next few hours and well into the evening she stayed and helped me. By the end of the night, most of my extended family had come and I was able to work hard and finish my project.

The next day Elder Holland gave his conference address about angels among us. I can't begin to count all the times I have been blessed as Heavenly Father sends others to me on the errand of angels. Hopefully I will be able to return the favor someday.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Happy Birthday, dear Grandma!

I don't usually do birthday shout outs on my blog, but this video was too big to send in an email. So all you other blog readers are just going to have to put up with my mom's digital birthday greeting.

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Terrible Two's

I'm beginning to understand that the Terrible Two's don't necessarily mean that your child will be a tantrum throwing, malicious bullying, bedtime striking menace. Yes, we have had our moments with each of those, but what I didn't expect are all the innocent, childlike things Logan does that cause so much havoc!

A few days ago, I was working feverishly on a project, taking advantage of Savannah's nap and Logan's momentary distraction. His silence should have been my first hint that something was up. After a few minutes, I took a break to check on him. This is what I found:

Well, we all know that at some point in every little boy's life he will get into his mother's makeup. So I did what all mothers do: grab the camera. Unfortunately, children learn that if you take a picture of something, you are more amused than upset. And so a few hours later, in an effort to amuse me, I suppose, Logan came to me like this:

I love the fact that he (kind of) put the eyeshadow on his eyes and the lipstick on his lips. At least he's been paying attention!

Yesterday, Logan once again shocked (ha, I'm so funny... you'll get it in a minute) me with his mischievousness when he came crying to me in the kitchen. He was saying his hands hurt, but I couldn't find any sign of scratches or bruises. I turned him up and down looking for what hurt, but finally chalked it up to his dramatic flair for bringing me even the slightest of owies. I was about to tell him to tough it out when I noticed something in the background.

My bobby pin. Sticking out of an outlet.

Maybe those outlet covers aren't just a scam.