Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Silly Nana


This weekend we had all the Pendleton grandkids together. Inevitably, that resulted in a grandkid photoshoot. The current picture on Grandma Pendleton's wall is missing two kids, so it was needed. After the group shot, we took individual pictures of each kid. Logan was stubborn and emotional (hence none of his pictures are posted here), but Savannah was all cheesiness! She was being so silly, but at the same time so her. Savannah is often reserved and moody, so she gets the reputation of being sulky and unfriendly. Which is somewhat true. But there is also a happy, playful side of her and I'm so glad it came out in these pictures.


Monday, March 29, 2010


Just bought 5 packs of Huggies diapers (155 total) for $2.99. I had to print, mail, wait, call customer service, print again, mail again, and wait for a rebate to get that price. Hopefully these last me awhile because I don't know when I'll have the energy to do that again.

Here's how I did it for those who have asked. The coupons I used expire soon, but there are some new ones up that have later expiration dates, I just don't know if you can find five of them. This blog explains most of it.

1. Print off 5 $3/1 Huggies coupons. (This tells you where you can 6).
2. Make an account at diapers.com.
3. Mail your coupons to diapers.com, as explained here.
4. Once the coupons are credited to your account, order 5 packs of Huggies diapers.
5. Use the code BCJUMBO.
6. Call customer service and tell them you want to have the code 123diapers applied to your account.
7. Place you order.
8. Submit this rebate.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Video overload

I uploaded some videos off my point 'n shoot that go back 9 months. It's almost funnier to watch them now than when I recorded them initially. Some are less exciting than others. I'll rate them so you can pick and choose if you don't want to watch them all (or any of them, for that matter).

Me and My Teddy Bear (2 stars)
June 11, 2009
Logan and Savannah with some playdate friends. It cracks me up to see the little girls scooting and hobbling around, considering how speedy they are now. I also like the basket Logan's friend is wearing around his neck. Where do they come up with these things?

The Haka (3 stars)
September 9, 2009
Logan's impersonation of the Haka, a Polynesian dance the BYU football team does before each game.

Hear Savannah Roar (2 stars)
September 21, 2009
Back when Savannah was barely talking, I thought it was funny to hear her roar. This one actually isn't as funny now as it was then. But her babbling is cute-- to me, at least.

Single Ladies (5 stars)
December 8, 2009
After the song Single Ladies was covered by the Glee cast, Logan learned the lyrics and would walk around all day singing them. Soon after, the Chipettes also covered this song. Here is my own little chipmunk with his version of the song.

The Copycat (3 stars)
February 24, 2010
Just my kids being silly.

Follow the Prophet (4 stars)
March 26, 2010
We are learning Follow the Prophet in Primary, and Savannah has picked up on the chorus. She loves singing "Don't go astray," but I had a hard time getting her to do it on camera. Here are two attempts.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

That don't make any sense

Sometimes Logan makes me laugh so hard. On Sunday, I had to have a talk with him over some emotional drama he was causing. Once he was calm and composed, I asked him to go apologize to Mike (Logan's aunt's boyfriend) and ask him if they could still be buddies.

Logan: No, he can't be my buddy. Grandpa's my buddy.
Me: Well, you can have lots of buddies. Grandpa's your buddy, Daddy's your buddy...
Logan: No, Daddy's not my buddy.
Me: He's not? What's Daddy, then?
Logan: He calls me son.
Me: Oh. Well, can Mike be your friend? You can have lots of friends. Go ask Mike if you can still be friends.
Logan: [exasperated] Mommy! That don't make any sense!

I started laughing and told him that he didn't make any sense. He laughed, too, though I don't think he knew what we were laughing about. Regardless, he went in after that and made up with Mike. What a silly kid.


Friday, March 19, 2010

Green? Us? Never.

I completely forgot it was St. Patrick's Day on Wednesday. Ok, that's a lie. I knew it was St. Patrick's Day, I just didn't want to do anything about it. And I did kind of forget until we were already dressed, hence the lack of green. But that didn't stop us from having fun. It was the first genuinely pleasant day (weather-wise) of the year, and THAT deserved some celebrating, holiday or no.

We packed a picnic and went to Discovery Park. I have been wanting to go for some time and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. I have heard lots about this park, but had never been.

The verdict: hands-down coolest park EVER.

We had such a blast that we hardly ate any of our lunch. It wasn't particularly crowded, which was good because it had tons of nooks and crannies and I had a hard time keeping track of Logan. We will definitely visit again, and soon. I love spring weather!





Thursday, March 18, 2010

Girl trouble

I don't know if this is funny, terrifying, or disturbing. Regardless, it makes for good blogging material.

Yesterday the kids were riding their bikes in the driveway while I unloaded the groceries. After a few minutes, Logan called to me in his classic tattle-tale voice.

"Moooom-my. Come see what Nana's doing."

"Just a minute, Logan." I ignored him for a minute while I put the milk and cheese in the fridge.

"Moooom-my. Come see!"

"Ok, I'm coming."

I popped my head out the garage door to see what they were doing. Logan sat on his tricycle in the driveway. Savannah's car was about 10 feet past the end of the driveway... in the street.

"You guys, you know you aren't supposed to push your toys in the--" Then I saw Savannah. She was lying on the ground several feet past her car. Her back was to me and she wasn't moving. I started running towards her, calling out her name. I tried not to panic--there weren't any cars around and our street is generally very quiet. But as I ran closer she still wasn't responding to my calls.

Finally I stood directly over her. "Savannah!" I said firmly and bent to pick her up. She still had not turned to acknowledge me. As I cradled her in my arms, I shifted her body to turn her face towards me. My heart had all but stopped beating at this point. "SAVANNAH!" I yelled one more time.

Her face finally turned towards me, her eyes open wide. Then, she giggled. A huge wave of relief passed over me. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What on earth was she thinking? What had inspired her to lay in the street? How is it that children know just exactly how to make their parents' heart race and blood boil? And for goodness sakes why did she think it was funny?

I do know one thing, though. That girl is going to be trouble.


Friday, March 12, 2010

Kidlet translations (and other things)

This is one for the posterity. I don't want to forget the funny things my kids say, or how they say them. So here are some of the mispronunciations that I find endearing.

- yesterday
Charger - chore chart
Family Home Evening room - living room

I meed it! - I did it!
Tink-a-boll - Tinkerbell
da - yes [Well, she is 1/32 German.]
mink up - clean up

Yesterday while I was at work, I got an email from my friend, Cristi, (who watches my kids while I work) relating a conversation she'd just had with Logan. As some background information, Cristi had a baby in December.

Logan: "Cristi, your belly's not big anymore?" (He was surprised like it was the first time he noticed!)
Cristi: "Nope, because Ben came out of my tummy so it's not big anymore."
Logan: "If I eat lots and lots of food then I'll have a baby in my belly."
Cristi: "No, only girls can have babies in their bellies."

They went back and forth for a couple minutes, then Logan started to cry and said, "Daddy said if I eat lots of food I can have a baby in my belly!"

Wow, apparently we need to explain things a little bit better on the home front.

And finally, a picture to prove that Logan is his mother's son.


How my kids watch movies


1. In this particular picture, Logan was only holding Savannah's hand because he knew I was taking a picture. But it is not uncommon to find him holding her hand, playing with her hair, or lying in her lap. She hates it.

2. I'm not sure what inspired Savannah to turn her chair upside down. Maybe she wanted more of a Lazy Boy feel.

3. Both kids will probably have neck problems from watching a wall-mounted TV from the floor when they sit only 3 feet from the wall.

4. Is it a bad sign that no amount of shouting, arm-waving, or standing on my head will get them to unlock their eyes from the screen?

That's all I have to say about that.

The dentist

This is a painful, painful post to write, but it was a painful, painful experience, so it's only appropriate. On Tuesday I took my kids to the dentist. I originally was only going to take Logan (almost 4) but the receptionist convinced me to bring in Savannah (20 months) as well. I knew Savannah was going to be difficult and didn't expect to get much done with her, but I hoped I could talk Logan through the experience and not have too much trouble.

That was a nice thought.

From the minute the dentist tried to brush Logan's teeth, he locked his jaw and would not open it the rest of the appointment. Between three of us, we were able to pry his mouth open long enough to floss, take x-rays, and paint some sort of sealant on his teeth. The whole time he screamed and gagged. I thought any minute he would throw up all over all of us.

Savannah was worse. I was ready to give up before we had even started, but the dentist persisted. I held her in my lap while they forced the bite tray into her mouth to take x-rays. She fought and cried and sobbed until I thought my heart would break. Never have I felt so bad about anything I have put my kids through. Even watching Logan's circumcision was better than this. At one point, the dentist was pulling so hard on Savannah's jaw that he cut her lip on her teeth. I fought the urge to grab my screaming children and run for it, but I managed to stay calm somehow.

The crazy part about it is that the dentist should be a painless, almost pleasant experience. I actually enjoy going to the dentist (for cleanings, at least). This particular check-up should have been especially mild, as the dentist catered his normal routine to what a child needs and can handle, which really isn't much.

I hope this doesn't strike fear into the hearts of parents everywhere who have yet to take their children to the dentist. Now that it's over, I realize it wasn't that bad and I know better how to prepare my kids for the next visit. I am, however, VERY GLAD it's over.

At least for the next 6 months.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Adventures in couponing

I've tried it before, but without much success. Yet again and again I read about these GREAT deals people get with coupons. So yesterday, on a crazy whim, I decided to give it another shot. Maybe those who use coupons all the time have it down to an art, but here is MY experience, and it isn't pretty.

I decided to go with Rite Aid, since a blog I follow had recently outlined in 4 posts how to take advantage of Rite Aid's system. (Seriously, 4 posts to explain how to shop at a store? What kind of world do we live in?) I began by registering on Rite Aid's site so I could gain coupons by watching advertisement videos. For a solid hour I watched videos on everything from diapers to depends. Most of the coupons I got for watching are for products I will never buy, but at the end of the hour, I had earned enough "credits" to win the motherload: a $5 off $20 Rite Aid coupon.

Next I scoured the internet for coupons that aligned with Rite Aid's weekly sales. Until now, I have always tried to avoid buying the newspaper for coupons because spending money to save money is a difficult concept for me. But today I was going the full nine yards, so I packed the kids in the car and drove to the nearest grocery store to buy the Sunday paper. (Which, by the way, ended up costing me $2.00 instead of $1.75 because I put a quarter in the wrong machine first and it wouldn't return it to me.)

Finally, back at home, I pulled out my scissors and began clipping. I had piles of papers everywhere on the floor, mapping out my plan of attack. I arranged and rearranged, trying to decide which things I actually needed, and which things I would buy simply because they would be free. (Bad strategy for a pack rat, but I couldn't help it.) Another hour later, I had everything sorted out. All I needed was to print the internet coupons, and I was ready.

Well, I would have been ready, but it turns out my printer was out of yellow ink. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't get it to print without the yellow. So back into the car we went, and off to not one, but two stores searching for printer ink. On the way home Savannah fell asleep, so my shopping trip was delayed yet again.

Around 4 pm (8 hours after I had begun my couponing efforts), Savannah woke up and we headed off to the store. This being my first trip to the Rite Aid near our house, I missed it the first time and had to make a U-turn to find it. But we made it, and once inside I discovered we had come on restocking day. Half of the shelves were empty, and the aisles were littered with carts full of products. But undaunted I began cruising the shelves, looking for the items I had come to purchase for a pittance. As I expected from experience, half of the sale items were sold out, so I modified my list and kept going. At last I had everything I needed and went to check out.

I had to purchase my items in two transactions to use all my coupons, but the cashier was understanding, even when I had to backtrack my steps to find the DayQuil that Savannah had tossed out of the cart. I was sweating bullets for fear that my coupons wouldn't work, but they all went through and before I knew it I was on my way out the door.

Back at home, I did the math just like I've seen on the "Super Savings" blogs and took a picture of everything I bought. Assuming all my rebates go through, I will have spent $11.19 (plus $2 for the newspaper and $15 for the printer ink, but the ink doesn't count because I would have had to buy that anyway, right? Right? Bueller?).


What they don't show you on those blogs, is the mess you are left to clean up after you're done.


My conclusion: For the most part, I only bought things I would have bought at some point in the next 6 months anyway. I did save money, though not as much as I had hoped. The hours spent preparing for the trip and the stress while in the store are probably not worth the few dollars saved. Will I do it again? Probably, because saving money (or at least feeling like you are saving money) is addicting, but not for a long time.

Some things never go out of style

When Savannah was born, my mom brought me several of my old dresses that she had made. For the past 6 months, I have been mixing them in with her other Sunday dresses. Although most days I can't wait for Savannah to grow up, on days like this I just want her to stay a baby forever.


Monday, March 8, 2010

My Logan


Yesterday the Primary secretary handed me a piece of paper to fill out and return to her. I looked at the title, "Primary Spotlight," and actually felt the world shift. For years I was the subject of such church-sponsored highlights, first in Primary, then in Young Women. Even in Relief Society I would be asked to provide some "interesting things" about myself for a spotlight of sorts. But this marked the first time I had been asked to highlight my child.

I eagerly started to write, knowing it wouldn't take longer than 2 minutes for me to answer the six questions on the paper. After all, who knows my son better than me?

Name: Logan [Check! That was easy.]
Birthplace: Payson, UT
Favorite food: Peanut Butter and Jelly [He eats it EVERY SINGLE DAY.]
Favorite movie: Cars. [Well, it changes on a daily basis, but Cars was his favorite for the longest period of time.]
Favorite color: [Uh oh.]

At first, I wasn't sure what to write. What was Logan's favorite color? But then I remembered how every time I pull a plate, cup, bowl, fork, spoon, or knife out of the cupboard, Logan requests a pink one. I'm not sure where he picked this up. Probably from one of his female cousins. Regardless, he always wants pink.

I started to write pink, but then I stopped to consider the consequences. Was I setting my 3-year-old boy up for endless reticule and teasing if I reveal that his favorite color is pink? Will the other kids laugh, testing his tender emotions? Images of my sweet boy being the subject of so much torment swam before my eyes. Could one simple answer be the cause of so much grief?


Nah. I scribbled p-i-n-k in the blank space.

Finally, last question-- What is one word you would use to describe Logan. That's easy-peasy: loving.

And hopefully forgiving.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Finally, some pictures!


We didn't start watching until about halfway through, but even so I think I watched more Olympics this year than I ever have before. The speed skating and ski cross were especially exhilarating, but we watched anything and everything. In typical Logan fashion, he constructed his own version of what he saw on TV. My slippers doubled as ice skates, and his blocks were fashioned into ski poles. I'm just glad he enjoyed the games as much as we did.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

My name in print

I just received word from my thesis adviser, Dr. Blades, that my thesis has been published! Ok, that's not entirely true. A summary based on my thesis has been published. And I can't even take credit for that. Dr. Blades did all the work, writing the article and going through the steps to submit it to Biostatistics, but since it uses research from my thesis, my name is on the article alongside hers.

Check it out!*

*Caution: may contain extremely dry literature. No promises that the following link will be interesting or even relevant. It's just what I spent 18 months of my life working on. But if you hate it, I won't be offended.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Another picture-less post

I have an addiction. I don't deny it, but I also have no desire to overcome it. Jeff feels like my addiction is replacing him in our marriage. My children feel neglected because of it. It's getting bad. But I can't stop.

I am addicted to reading.

Ever since we moved to Orem and I was reintroduced to a beautiful public service called the Library I have been on a reading frenzy. I am on at least 10 different waiting lists at any given time, and as soon as a book becomes available, I drive straight to the library to pick it up, then come home immediately and read until I've finished. I never need to renew books because I usually am returning them the day after I've checked them out. Several times in the last few months I have snuck out of bed after Jeff falls asleep to read until 2 or 3 in the morning. Nevermind that I am groggy and worthless the next day, at least I know what happened to some fictional character that I now know and esteem as my best friend.

I might feel better about this problem if I were reading books of substance, but here is another confession: I love young adult literature. The fluffy teenage romance, the mystical fairy-tale hype, the 16-year-olds that save the world... they all get to me. Some are well written (Hunger Games), others not so much (Twilight), but it doesn't matter. I will drop everything to read them, if I find one in my possession.

I know I am not alone in this. I know I am not the only one that has let their house and home fall to shambles as they read the latest installment of Harry Potter. Where is the balance? I don't think reading in and of itself is a bad thing, but as with all good things it can be taken to an extreme. Perhaps if I turn it into a reward, at least then my addiction will serve a purpose. For instance, I can read for an hour if I do two loads of laundry. Or have dinner started by 4 pm. Or run for 45 minutes.

It just might work.

Family night funnies

A few weeks ago we had an FHE lesson about missionaries. We discussed what missionaries do and how we can be missionaries right now. At the end of the lesson, I quizzed Logan to see how much (if any) had sunk in.

Me: Logan, what can you do to be a missionary?
Logan: Um, wear more ties?

Smart aleck.