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Sunday, November 30, 2008

My family went to Disneyland and all I got was this dumb post


After cancelling four vacations this year, we decided to extend our trip to visit family over Thanksgiving and pack all our fun into a single week. Now that we're on the tail end of the visit, I'm a little funned out. Which can only mean one thing.... time to blog about it!

We started off with a trip to Disneyland. The weather was not cooperating with my plan, so we contemplated delaying this excursion until a sunnier date, but at the last minute we went with our gut instincts and headed to Anaheim. Despite the weather forecast which predicted 100% chance of precipitation, the weather was perfect--just overcast enough to keep us cool, but warm enough to never need more than a light coat. It did sprinkle on us a few times, but no flash flooding or 3 inches of rain like the weather warning had said.



Logan absolutely LOVED it. There are no words to describe the expression on his face as we exited the Buzz Lightyear ride, or the Nemo submarine, or the Tomorrowland spaceship. He even asked to meet Goofy. He usually hates costumed characters up close, so I thought he would flip when he was in close proximity to Goofy, but he smiled when I took his picture. See proof below.



I was a little worried about keeping Logan dry all day at a theme park, but there was only one time we were running frantically looking for a potty. It's funny how you can feel like there are restrooms everywhere until you need one, and then you have to run all the way through Frontierland, back by way of Adventureland, and almost to Main Street before you finally find one. Logan would cheer me on as we ran ("Faster, Mommy! Faster! Yaaaaay Mommy!") which almost made up for how out of breath I was by the time we rejoined the group.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Ups and Downs

I was looking forward to yesterday for two reasons: the Twilight movie and the BYU/Utah game. I knew the game would be good; I was nervous the movie would disappoint. Boy did I have those two mixed up. The movie was much better than I expected (minus the incredibly cheesy special effects and a couple of horribly cast characters) and being there with several of my Twilight-crazed girlfriends made it even better.

The game, on the other hand... what can I say? Six turnovers? I'm almost embarrassed that Logan was Max Hall for Halloween. Almost. But the Cougars are close to my heart and I cannot give up hope. There's always next year.

And now I have to go finish the latest chapter of How I Met Your Father which has been sitting half-complete for two days before my cousin Kristin starts sending me hate emails.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Logan's Song

The other day Logan sang me a song he had made up. I thought it was pretty cute, so I grabbed the camera and made him do it again. Of course, repeat performances are never as good but the surprise endings are always worth it...

video

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Crafty Carly

On what planet did it seem like a good idea to hand-make 75% of my Christmas gifts this year?

I got a little crafty last week and suddenly I think I'm Martha Stewart. "Self," I said, "Wouldn't it be fun to MAKE everyone's gifts for Christmas? They'll be soo cute and personal and I'll probably even learn something along the way. Hey, if it turns out well, maybe I'll market whatever I decide to make!"

It was all fine and dandy until I found myself sewing frantically at 1:30 am because that was the only time I could work uninterrupted. The next night I was up until 2:30. Couple that with fussy children at night and to say I'm sleep deprived is an understatement. Last night I woke up to Savannah crying at 4 am and couldn't move because my head was pounding so badly. Poor Jeff, who is only just starting to recover from a nasty cold, was up off and on for 2 hours trying to console Savannah and escorting Logan between the bathroom and bed.

It wouldn't be so bad if the projects were turning out well, but things that seemed simple have quickly taken a turn towards complicated. It's too late to change my mind now (I am trying to have them done by Thanksgiving so I can save on shipping) so I'll just have to live with the results. To those who will be the recipients of these projects, just remember they are a labor of love. Which means you have to love me to appreciate them.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

My Grown-up Christmas List

Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas this year is for my children to sleep through the night. I know it's a tall order, but I can't remember the last time I slept for more than 4 consecutive hours. Savannah is still a baby; I don't mind getting up with her once. But please, please let it just be once. And Logan... what do I say? He hasn't stayed in his bed all night ever in the past 4 months. The up-every-hour habit he has formed is just too much. I am losing my patience and my temper. It's really best for everyone if he just stayed in bed. Jeff is getting sick from a lack of sleep. (At least, I'll blame his cold on that if it helps my case.) Please, please teach my kids to sleep! I promise not to ask for anything else. EVER. It's all I want for Christmas.

Oh, and also a Canon Digital Rebel.

Thanks,
Carly

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

How I Met Your Father

I may regret this, but I've started another blog. That brings the count to seven. SEVEN blogs I am an author on. I must have too much time on my hands. (Hah!)

I mentioned a few posts ago that I have been inspired to write the story of how Jeff and I met. I'll warn you now that it is not very interesting. I'll do my best to jazz it up, but it is really more for me than anyone else. If you would like to follow along, you are absolutely more than welcome to, but it is at your own risk.

Here's the link: http://metyourfather.blogspot.com/.

P.S. No, this is not the story of how I met YOUR father. I just stole that line from the TV show. You know, "How I Met Your Mother"? The one that starts off every episode with the dad telling the story of how he met his wife to his 2 kids but he's changed all the names so they don't even know if their mom has entered the story yet? Ok, maybe not.

Role Reversal

Last night I put Logan to bed at 8 pm. By 9 I was pretty sure he was asleep. At 10, I walked past his room on my way to the kitchen. I peeked in, as I usually do, to make sure he hasn't kicked all his covers off or squirmed his way to the foot of the bed. In the dark, I couldn't tell how he was sleeping so I tiptoed in to get a closer look. When I was within a few feet of his bed, I realized he wasn't in there. For a split second my heart stopped, but then I spun around and caught the sneaky little munchkin. He had climbed out of bed, opened up the portable DVD player on his toy box, started the movie that had last been playing in it, and was riding his rocking horse while watching it. He had even turned the volume down so I wouldn't hear him. WHAT? How are you smart enough to do this?

Trying not to laugh, I turned off the movie and removed the player from his room. I told Logan he had to go to bed right then, but he insisted on walking me to my room and tucking ME in bed. He left my door open slightly ("That ok, Mommy? I leave your door open.") just like we leave his door open to keep him from getting scared. I heard him walk back to him room and I couldn't resist sneaking out to see what he did. I peaked around the corner just in time to see him count, "Uno..... dos.... TRES!" as he threw his blanket up and let it fall over his covers (another bedtime ritual).

*Sniff.* My little boy is growing up.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Humble Pie

Jeff read my last post and said I am getting a little cocky in my blog writing. Oh dear. That's not how I want to be perceived. I guess I'd better write a follow-up so you know that I still have a long ways to go before being "all that."

1. I undercooked the pizza and used too much BBQ sauce. I wasn't lying when I said it was good, but it definitely had room to improve.

2. Other than the pizza, here is what we ate for dinner last week: Mac and Cheese, leftovers, quesadillas, and tuna fish sandwiches. My point: I don't cook much.

3. If any stitching is straight, it is only because I have an amazing, for-dummies sewing machine that makes it pretty hard to screw things up on.

Please don't hate me.

Look at me!

I know this isn't supposed to be a brag list of all the great things I've done... Oh, who am I kidding! Of course that's what this is! Well, usually it's all the great things my kids have done, but I'll make an exception now and then.

There are two strengths I've always wished for but never had: cooking and sewing. This week I made efforts to develop both. (Booyah! Who's the housewife of the year?!) In the cooking realm I made pizza using my sister-in-law Ashley's amazing honey wheat dough. And, yes, when I say dough, I mean with YEAST. Don't be too intimidated. I do have some faults, you know. I used my new George Foreman (thanks again, MarKey!) to grill up some chicken and voila!

BBQ Chicken Pizza!
(Notice it is half eaten. That's because it was SO good. Can't keep your paws off it.)


My sewing accomplishment was inspired by some crazy talented bloggers (Heather Bailey and Cassie). Sometime in the near future (i.e. next millennium) I hope to finish Savannah's quilt, but I don't want that to be the first time I bind anything. So I followed some online tutorials and practiced binding and made this fancy project.


I can't tell you what it is because it is going to be a Christmas present (ooh! maybe for YOU!) but look at that amazing binding! Is that not a beautiful mitered corner? And look how straight the stitching is! (Good thing I've zoomed in so you can't see the other corners.)

I love this girl

Last week I started Savannah on a bottle. Suddenly she's eating better, sleeping better, and happy all the time. Drat those doctors for making me feel like a bad mom if I don't nurse the entire first year! This is the best thing I have done yet! She also isn't having as many blowouts as she used to (and let me tell you, she had A LOT). That alone is worth the $75,000 I will spend on formula over the next 8 months.

Now tell me, how can a smile like this not make your day? (Ignore the drool marks on her shirt, please. The camera was not supposed to accentuate them like it did, but since when do cameras ever do anything I tell them to?)



Monday, November 3, 2008

Speaking Out

This past week I have been itching to do something to help the Proposition 8 campaign. I have been watching my family (California residents) working every night for the past several weeks to help people understand why it is so important to vote yes on Prop 8. The thought occurred to me that I have many contacts through Facebook that are California residents. (Yes, I have a Facebook account. You can ridicule me now.) So I spent several thoughtful hours researching and composing a letter to send to my Facebook friends. Late Saturday night, I sent the letter to 140 contacts.

This morning, when I checked my email, I had several responses to my letter. I had expected this. I had expected them to refute my arguments and maybe even attack my character. What I didn't expect was how much it would hurt. When you believe something so strongly, it is painful to have others so bluntly refuse it. (Maybe I would have learned this a long time ago if I'd served a mission... or just been a better member missionary.) But nothing can change the fact that I know God has ordained marriage to be between a man and a woman. Yes, I could have kept my opinions to myself and avoided this feeling that someone has ripped my heart out of my chest, but now is the time to stand up for what is right and I cannot live knowing I didn't do everything I could.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Deductive Logic

Major premise: Jeff hates carving pumpkins.

Minor premise: One of the beauties of having children is you can convince your spouse to do things he hates for the kids' sake.

Conclusion: We carved our first pumpkin this year in the history of our marriage.

Logan wanted a silly face (as opposed to a scary face). It's not the masterpiece my professional illustrator brother makes of his pumpkins, but I think it's pretty cute. I love that the jack-o-lantern and Logan have matching teeth gaps.


All Hallows' Eve

So we were out trick-or-treating last night, boosting our sugar levels, minding our own business, when ... oh my gosh! Is that-- no, it couldn't be! Yes, I think it is! It's.... it's...

Max Hall! (BYU's quarterback. I can't believe you didn't know that.)


Just kidding. It's just Logan in his AMAZING Halloween costume. (I had you fooled for a second, admit it.)


This costume was somewhat of an undertaking. I had originally purchased a $10 Spiderman unisuit thingy from Target but when I had this idea, I couldn't let it rest. So after scouring the country for navy mesh (it came from California), spending several hours helping (ok, watching) my mother-in-law sew the pants and jersey, dragging two kids across campus during the middle of the busy school day to find BYU decals, and burning myself several times with hot glue while transforming a bike helmet into an authentic BYU football helmet, I finally realized why my mom was up until 3 am every year the night before Halloween. But I think the finished product was totally worth it.

(I don't know these kids, I just thought it was cute to see the *big* football players with the *little* football player. Does that make me creepy for taking pictures of total strangers? Don't answer that.)


Warning: if you are Pendleton posterity, the next picture could be disturbing. Or hilarious.


We're still not really sure what Grandma was. Marilyn Monroe? Miss Piggy? Mimi from the Drew Carey show? A conglomeration of her daughters' accessories from various productions and dances? You decide.

And here's the cutie of the night: Logan's very own cheerleader. Note the pom-poms. I made those myself. Pin a star on me.


And finally, the obligatory photo of both kids. In order to get Logan to smile, Jeff was making loud, animal-like noises and pouncing at him. Which made Savannah cry. To get Savannah to stop crying, we had to ignore Logan and smile nicely at Savannah. Which made Logan mad. Hence the following picture.