Thursday, January 29, 2009

Conversations between a father and son

Logan, after watching Jeff end a phone call: Daddy, who are you talking for?
Jeff: No, Logan, not who was I talking for. Who was I talking with, or who was I talking to.
Logan: Logan two.
Jeff: No, not two t-w-o. To t-o.
Logan: [defensively] No! Logan t-o!

Seconds later.
Logan, pointing to an "s" on a paper: Look, Daddy! Two!
Jeff: No, Logan, that's an "s."
Logan: No! It two!
Jeff: Look. Here's a two. That's an "s."
Logan: Oh.

It's a good thing dads are around to pick up Sesame Street's slack.

Iron (wo)Man

I ironed 7 months worth of laundry today. I know this because, among other things, I ironed:

a) a Christmas tablecloth,
b) a dress Savannah outgrew 5 months ago, and
c) a 4th of July tablecloth

all of which I then folded up and put in storage.

Does that seem counterproductive to anyone else?

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I don't have an explanantion for this.


Monday, January 26, 2009

Who said I could be a parent? (Part 3)

As I sit to compose this post, I wonder how many "parts" there will be to this thread before my kids move out of the house and escape my parenting blunders (see here and here).

Last week I needed to run some errands at Target. As I entered the store I put Savannah's car seat over the front handlebar and seat and set Logan in the large basket behind her. This arrangement seems to work well as it keeps Logan out of the racks but still lets him see and move around at will. He was unusually good the whole time we were in the store, only pulling one or two things off the shelf and not complaining... too much. I even contemplated pushing my luck and running one more errand before heading home as we checked out.

I put my bags in the cart with Logan and walked out of the store. I was only a few feet outside the door when the cart stopped with a sudden jolt. I leaned around Savannah's car seat to see what I had hit just in time to see Logan fall to the ground. It only took a moment for me to realize what had happened. He had been leaning against the back of the cart, facing me, when I hit an uneven patch of sidewalk. His legs went up over his head, and he flipped over backwards, still holding onto the cart. He hit the back of his head on the way down, and hit his face when he came back around. With his arms twisted awkwardly from grabbing the edge of the cart, he let go and dropped to the ground, which is when I saw him.

He was crying, of course, but I think he was more scared than hurt. He broke his own fall by holding onto the cart. I hate to think what would have happened if he had hit his head on the sidewalk. Somehow I made it back to the car, pushing the cart with one hand and holding Logan, still sobbing, in the other.

Once again I got lucky and there are no long term effects (so far) as a result of this incident. I only hope Logan has learned his lesson and will sit instead of stand in the shopping cart from now on. Or maybe I hope that I have learned my lesson and will make him sit in the shopping cart from now on. Or maybe it's that the shopping cart manufacturers need to learn a lesson and design carts that can safely hold an infant car seat and another child. Or maybe I should just stop shopping. That's probably it.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Bedtime Songs

The other night Logan wasn't feeling well. He came to me in the middle of the night but I made him go back to bed. As I tucked him in, the following conversation ensued:

"Goodnight, Logan."
"Mommy, I'm scared."
"Why are you scared?"
"I'm just scared."
"Would you like me to sing you a song?"
"What song should I sing?"
"Hakuna Matata."

Hakuna Matata? I was expecting maybe Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, but Hakuna Matata? Apparently it did the trick, because as soon as I started singing it, he joined in with his funny warthog voice and all. After we finished I asked if he was still scared and he said no. So I kissed him goodnight and walked back down the hall to my bed, wondering what on earth goes on inside that little head.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I Don't Like Lunchtime

I don't like lunchtime. Lunchtime is when I have to drop everything I'm doing to make Logan his daily peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Lunchtime is when I spend 20 minutes standing in front of the refrigerator trying to determine which leftovers I'm going to eat today. And lunchtime is when I attempt to get more than 2 spoonfuls of baby gruel into Savannah's mouth.

Logan was such an easy eater. He ate everything that came within a 6 inch radius of his mouth. He ate like a pro the first time I spoon fed him as though he'd been doing it for months. Savannah, in typical female fashion, is a bit pickier. She doesn't like rice cereal, or any other baby cereal, and she is still pretty confused as to what the purpose of a spoon is.

Today I tried feeding her bananas. She seemed to like them better than cereal. I filled the spoon with banana mush and she bounced up and down in her chair. I brought the spoon in closer to her mouth and she made excited noises and bounced harder. "Alright," I thought, "this time she's going to eat it." Things were looking promising so I touched the spoon to her lips to try and get her to open them. BAM! Out popped her tongue, that little bugger. She slithered her tongue in and out of her mouth while making slurping noises, pushing the banana mush off the spoon and down her bib. "Savannah, keep your tongue in your mouth!" I told her. But did she listen? No. The process repeated over and over again. Even if I happened to get some food into her mouth, that darn tongue of hers would push it out. I could tell she liked it, she just couldn't figure out how to swallow it. After 10 or 15 tries I was about ready to give up. Just as the last spoonful touched her mouth, Savannah exhaled forcefully, sending bits of banana all over everything nearby. Needless to say, we were done.

And that's why I don't like lunchtime.


Monday, January 19, 2009


Logan has gotten to the point where he doesn't take a nap every day. If he acts tired or grouchy, I'll make him go lay down, but as long as he is happy and out of my hair, I don't mind if he stays up. I guess I failed to recognize the tired signs the other day because I came looking for him and found this:




The flower clip

For Christmas I bought Savannah some clips and headbands to put in her stocking. One of the clips, a small cream flower, I discovered is the perfect size and clip weight to hold back my in-the-process-of-growing-out bangs. So I steal it from time to time. (That's what moms and daughters do, right? Steal each other's clothes and accessories?) Yesterday, I was torn. Savannah needed something neutral and off-white to go with her dress, but the clip just happened to match what I was wearing, too. Ultimately, Savannah won out--it is her clip, after all--and she looked darling in it.


I can recall many times growing up that my mom would take off the necklace or shirt she was wearing and change into something else just because I wanted to wear it. I know Savannah is only 6 months old and doesn't care one whit about her clothes right now, but I hope I can always be the type of mom that gives her daughter the shirt off her back (literally!).

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Life is Beautiful

I am in a blogging rut right now. Every time I sit down to write a post, I can't come up with a single blog-worthy story or event to write about. It's not that my life is boring--between work and church and kids and friends and family I stay pretty busy--but I seem to have slipped into the post-holiday daze where every day is spent doing more or less the same thing. Every January feels the same to me: it's just a month long wait for the days to get warmer. By February I am fed up with being stuck inside and I start to invent reasons to get out of the house, but during January I am content to stay put and dream of summer.

I've had a lot of good days lately. Days where I step back and think how happy I am with my situation. I have a wonderful husband who works hard and loves me. My kids are at good ages. Logan is old enough to know he needs to stay out of trouble (most of the time) and is able to do a lot of things for himself. Savannah is sleeping 12 hours at night, can sit up but not crawl, and is generally a happy baby. I have a good job that I enjoy and allows me to spend most days at home with my children. I'm not pregnant or nursing so my body actually feels like my own for the first time in over a year. (!) My favorite prime time shows just started up again, giving me something to look forward to on these long winter evenings. And if I ever think that I don't have anything to smile about, Logan walks around the corner like this and I burst into giggles:

Or sometimes I turn around to this, which also makes it hard to be serious:

So life is good.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Faking Love

I've been taking a lot of pictures of my kids lately. And by a lot I mean upwards of 200 a day. And though I think they are the cutest things in the world, I am a bit tired of taking pictures of kids. So I had this great idea (well, it seemed great at the time) to have my (single) brother pose with one of his girl friends so I could practice taking engagement shots. After I asked him for the favor, I realized how horribly awkward that would be for him, and her, and me and told him he didn't have to do it. But he had already found a girl who agreed (what a saint!) so this morning we headed out for some photo fun. I must say, they make a cute couple. Who knows? Maybe one day these will be real!

P.S. Can you believe this girl is only 19?! She is stunning. I felt like I should be paying her to take her picture.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Oh no!

Today Logan found his chocolate advent calendar sitting by the trash. He pulled it out and sat on the floor with it, opening all the doors. Each time he'd open one, he'd say, "Oh no!" as he discovered that all the chocolates were gone.

I know how he feels; I have a hard time getting over Christmas, too.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

A Year in Links

I had this totally original idea that I definitely did not steal from anyone to review 2008 in links. (Ok, you caught me. I saw it on someone else's blog. But apparently it's a pretty common thing to do so it's not like they had it patented or anything.)

Without further ado, here is 2008 as told by my blog:

It's almost exhausting to see how much has happened in the last year. Good thing a year only comes one day at a time. I can't wait to see what 2009 has in store for us!

Sunday, January 4, 2009


Today I put Savannah in one of the dresses my mom made for me when I was a baby. It is amazing to me what good condition it's in. I don't know of many store bought clothes today that will last through more than one kid, much less more than one generation. She was precious in it, even if it was a tad big. I was very careful not to let her spit up on it, but I failed to prevent the blow out diaper later this afternoon. Luckily, I have become an expert at getting poop stains out of clothing.

Jeff and I got a new group of 12-going-on-13-year-olds in our Sunday School class today. In contrast to our mainly male class of last year, we have 5 girls and 1 boy this year. One of the girls has cerebral palsy so it should be an interesting class, but I'm not worried because the other girls are very patient and sweet with her. We are trying to use our experience with our last class to improve our teaching techniques. For instance, we've given each youth a journal to write notes and thoughts about the lesson at the end of class. We're also going to play mini-Jeopardy at the beginning of each block to review what we learned the previous week. Hopefully between these two things, the kids will actually remember SOMETHING at the end of the year.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Photoshop Fun

I've been dying to try some Photoshop techniques I've been reading about online, but due to the small fact that the full version of Photoshop is $600, I do not yet have the program in my possession. However, I found that you can download a 30 day trial from Adobe. (!)

So.... here is what I have spent the last 2 hours working on.

I took this picture just so I would have something to work on. I am completely, 100% in LOVE with Savy's eyes. I have always coveted people with blue eyes, but the camera alone just doesn't do them justice.

So I stole some tips from my favorite photographer and voila! Much better.

I'm not a big fan of black and white pictures, but since I'm obsessing with eyes I have to admit that black and white really makes eyes pop, if you know what I mean.

Just for fun, I thought I'd add just a tiny bit of color back in. Ooh, pretty. Perfect for a shabby chic nursery.

I'll admit this program is way over my head, but still absolutely AMAZING. I can't wait to learn more.

Friday, January 2, 2009

What's in a name?

When I began blogging, I was oblivious to the private vs. public debate. I have since become acutely aware of all the ways people have found to protect their identities. Some choose to remain public, but use pseudonyms for their spouses and children. For example, Pioneer Woman is married to Marlboro Man. Cassie, of You Go Girl, refers to her husband as Mr. Handsome. My personal favorite is MckMama, who is married to Prince Charming, and has four children: Big Mac, MckNugget, Small Fry, and MckMuffin. I am guessing their last name is Mck-something, but I can't be sure because that's the point of the fake names!

Although I think it is very clever and a good workaround the private route, I probably won't be retroactively changing all the names in my blog to action figures or gourmet desserts or colors from a Crayola box any time soon. For one, that is WAY too tedious and time consuming for me. I can barely keep my blog up to date with life as it is. Secondly, even if I went through ALL that effort, I would most likely slip up by posting a video where I say my kids' names or posting a drawing from Kindergarten with their signature across the bottom and ruin the whole attempt.

However, if I were to pick aliases for my family members, it is fun to think about what they would be. I could do something related to our surname, such as Pencil, Penguin, and Penny. Not terribly exciting, I'll admit. Maybe I would make us characters from one of Logan's favorite Disney movies: Marlin, Dory, Nemo and Squirt. Not bad, and I'm sure Jeff would agree I'm absent-minded enough to have Dory's short-term memory loss. I could make it easy on myself and use our every day nicknames for each other: Honey, Buddy, and Nana. At least then I wouldn't constantly be trying to remember which name I'd assigned to who. Or perhaps I'll do something wild and crazy like using the Sarah Palin name generator and call ourselves Chalk Revelations, Shank Piston, Rot Pipeline, and Fowl Overtime.
Or not.

Well, like I said, I don't really have the energy to go change the last 18 months of blog material so for now you'll just have to deal with our real names.

But are they our real names? Maybe I've been using fake names all along, but I just made them seem real so creepy stalkers think they know me but they don't really know me at all.

Yeah, that's right. I totally did that.


(Good save, "Carly".)