A Walk in the Park...

Welcome Cambria Lynne Park!

2012-02-07T11:54:00.000-08:00

Here's our newest addition. Cambria was born February 2nd, 9 lbs 4 oz, 20 3/4 inches long. We are so in love with her!

Picasso

2011-09-18T17:23:00.000-07:00

Apple
Rocket
Ethan asked me to get his paints out for him today. I got them out and let him dig in. Here are two of my favorites that he came up with. Pretty good for a little boy who just turned four a few days ago! He had so much fun, too. Maybe he will make me millions someday...

Baby #3... In case you didn't already know...

2011-07-22T09:41:00.000-07:00

Yes, the rumors are true. We are pregnant again. I am finally posting this as my 1st trimester is coming to an end, so most of you already know this. We're due February 3rd, so it seems this may be a January baby. It still seems a little unreal to me, even though I've already had two ultrasounds (the one pictured is the 1st one), and saw my crazy child kicking around (this one's bound to be like my other two:). I've been so, so sick again. I think we forget that part, when we decide to have more children. I look forward to being able to eat without fear of vomiting and stand without fear of fainting. But, I am grateful. As with the other two, this one came without really trying. We knew we wanted to wait until May 1st to get pregnant, when Joe's medical insurance kicked in, then we were okay with getting pregnant any time after that. Well, we got pregnant in May:) As difficult as my pregnancies are, I am grateful that I am able to get pregnant. The end result is so worth it. I love love LOVE my two beautiful boys, and I would not mind another boy. They are so smart and wonderful. We'll find out in a few more weeks what we're having. If it's a girl, I will try to be happy:) I know I will love either boy or girl. Wish me luck that the "morning sickness" (i.e. all day sickness) will end soon!

Logan's Potty Train

2011-06-19T15:53:00.000-07:00

So.... Logan's been telling me for the last couple of months that he wants "potty train." We're not exactly sure how he even knows the term, but know it he does. He's sat on the potty a few times, but usually just messes. Today, he went in his room to do a #2, then he came out with a small amount in his diaper, handed it to me, and said, "Mama. Potty. Train." So, I put him on the toilet. I checked on him periodically, and he kept saying, "Wee-uhway, Mommy" (Go away, Mommy). The final check, he was off the toilet, and he filled that baby! What kids starts potty-training doing #2?? Then, he informed me that he needed Lightening McQueen (Ethan's training pants that he wears at night). Lightening McQueen he got. We were a little late for church, but it was SO worth it. Happy Father's Day, for sure! Logan will be 2-years-old this coming Thursday. I was not ready for this, yet! Now, to get him to go #1.....

Prescott Trip

2011-04-30T20:30:00.000-07:00

The view from the back deck. Not too shabby:)
Hikin'
Thirty seconds into the hike, a bench. The kids said they needed to rest.
Sticks. So fun.
The ruins, below.
At the end of the trail, looking at the ruins.
Talkin' to the goose. Three of Brooke's kids are above at the railing, feeding Pop Tarts to him:)
Yes. It really was this close.
One of the huge fish we saw in Lynx Lake
They got to make visors-- too cute:)
Ethan's robot
So many magnetic toys at the children's museum; Ethan was in love!
Logan had fun making towers with the rings.

Our dear friend LaDelle lent us the use of her Prescott home this weekend so our family could have a quick get-away. It was marvelous. We arrived Friday evening and ate at Oliva's Mexican Restaurant, which even my Mexican-food-hating husband had to admit was divine. Saturday, after a 6 AM wake-up thanks to Ethan AKA the-skylight-in-his-room (which is way more effective than an alarm clock, let me tell you), we hiked two trails around Lynx Lake. Let me tell you, we should do this more often. The boys LOVED hiking and wanted to do it all on their own, no matter how many times they slid face-first down the trail. Sticks were exceptionally interesting, and Logan even decided he could be an airplane with one. At the lake, after taking a few pictures of a friendly goose--mainly friendly since some kids were feeding it a Pop Tart--I realized its feeders were children I recognized-- Ms. Brooke Bennett Warner's children! What are the chances?? She was not there, but we spoke with her husband and kids and later suggested the fishing site where we found some gigantic fish (we hope it worked better??). After a picnic and second hike by the lake, we went to The Spot Children's Museum, where my three boys (yes, Joe included) had a blast. I love that the kids could make their own robots out of recycled trash. And, that was the trip. Short and sweet (which, really, you wouldn't know by the plethora of pictures).

Life's a Peach

2011-04-14T10:24:00.000-07:00

We've decided to try a garden again this year. In addition, Joe planted a peach tree. He wanted to get away from the traditional citrus trees grown in AZ, so peach it is. Yes, it's scrawny, but ain't it pretty (in an anorexic-tree-sort-of-way)? I love the little, pink flowers. I hope it will live and one day produce some tasty fruit! We're also trying raspberries, carrots, potatoes, peppers, and tomatoes. Crossing our fingers that it will be a productive year!

Canning Time

2011-03-30T21:43:00.000-07:00

I decided to can some pinto beans and chicken yesterday, borrowing my mom's new pressure cooker. I'd canned chicken once before, but Mom had done the pressure-cooking part while I'd cut up the chicken. This time, I did it. All. By. Myself. I must say, I felt a bit old-fashioned. Really, my back hurt from all of the hours of canning (only 21 cans, but that was enough!). I must be a wimp:) But, I'm looking forward to eating it all! The canned chicken doesn't last long in our house (even though it looks like a science experiment gone wrong:). Yummy!

Logan's hospital visit

2011-03-16T09:23:00.000-07:00

Look at that bruise! :(

I am so glad to be home. I'm so glad to be home with my husband and my two living, breathing, beautiful boys. Last Thursday was the scariest day of our lives. Joe was home with Logan, who'd had a fever, when he started having a seizure. Joe called 911, they walked him through how to cool him down until the paramedics arrived, and then the seizure stopped. He later told me he thought he was watching his baby die, right in his arms. I got home right as the fire truck pulled around our corner and stopped in front of our house. It was so horrible coming inside and seeing Logan lying on the ground, completely lifeless. They said he was responsive because when they said his name, his eyes would flutter, momentarily. He was given oxygen, his temperature was taken (over 103 degrees), they tested his blood sugar, and finally, thankfully, he was crying! We gave him a room-temperature bath, then off the the hospital we went. He had a CT scan, chest x-rays, and they tested his blood. The tests were slowly coming back as 'normal,' so we were all set to go home (Joe had already left, thinking we would follow shortly, since he works early). Then, Logan started awake, in my arms, and started seizing again. I hadn't seen the first one, so it was such a shock and I felt so completely helpless. I kept trying to soothe him and talk to him, as if that would be any help. I had called for help, and the nurses and doctors rushed in to give him oxygen and try to help. After 1 1/2 minutes, he stopped. His temp was taken again, and he was 104.2 degrees. The doctor told us she was pretty sure he was having febrile seizures-- a type of seizure about 5% of kids get when there's a sharp spike in a fever, usually ending by age 5. But, the uncommon part was that he'd had two so close together. They gave Logan a spinal tap, to test for meningitis, but that was negative (that experience alone was awful-- it took them an hour, and eventually a sedative, just to do the test-- he fought them so hard!). So, instead of going home, a few hours later we were transferred to Scottsdale Shea hospital for a day and a half of observation, since they had a pediatric neurologist there. His IV had to be re-done there, and boy did he fight! The nurse burst a vein, resulting in an awful bruise. That boy tried pulling out his IV so many times, I can't even count! But, the wonderful part is that every time Logan's temperature was down, he was the sweet, crazy, active boy I know. At both hospitals, he was running up and down the hospital halls like a crazy man. In Scottsdale, he had the IV attached, so I was running up and down the halls, too, pulling the IV pole alongside me. One nurse, in particular, fell in love with him. She and another nurse spent about 20 minutes Friday afternoon asking him to say different words, because they thought he talked so cute (he really does:). The one nurse kept bringing in other nurses to hear him say "strawberry"-- their favorite word he said. He liked the attention! A random person in the hall gave Logan a "Get Well" balloon, which ended up being a lifesaver when trying to contain this crazy 20-month-old in a bed for hours at a time. When being transferred from Thunderbird hospital, pushed outside on the gurney to get into the ambulance, Logan looked into the still-dark sky and said, "Moon!" searching for the moon, then started singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," much to the amusement of the ambulance drivers. He is so resilient. Kids are so resilient. I think I can learn at least that much from this experience-- make the best of your situation! Logan never seized again, even though his temperatures were up a down all the time.

We left Saturday morning and he's been fine since. After all the testing, they still don't know his sickness-- just a temperature, is all he had. But, we now have a prescription for some medication to stop any future seizures. I pray these are the first two and last two he'll ever have. I'm so grateful for him. I am so grateful my husband and his friend could come to the hospital at 4:30 in the morning to give him a blessing. Life is so fragile. It makes me so much more grateful for what we have.

The Return of Bigfoot

2011-02-26T19:55:00.000-08:00

I am so excited for my husband, that I have to blog about him. Over the past year and a half, as many of you know, our family has moved four times. Joe's had four jobs and has been laid off each time. In September, he was hired into his current position and we're feeling pretty good about its stability. Last summer, we found out he was eligible for some free schooling, paid for by the first job he was laid-off from, since his job was outsourced to India. He took advantage of this, and has been studying hard for his computer certifications. Yesterday, he took his first test and passed-- with flying colors! Now, if any of you know my husband, you know his luck. He seems not to have any. If things can go wrong for him, they usually do-- to no fault of his own. I'm so happy things are looking up for him. I'm happy he has accomplished something he can feel good about. I'm happy he can feel a glimpse of the pride in himself that I feel for him every day.

On a side note: Did you know your feet can grow, at the age of 32? Apparently, they can. Mr. Joe has worn a size 13 wide (occasionally a 14) for as long as I can remember. This past month, he's been on the search for footwear at multiple stores with little luck. The poor man's feet are TOO BIG. After ending up at the local Big & Tall, and several million dollars later, he bought a brand-spaking new pair of size 15 double-wide shoes. (I suggested the local ski store, or even the local clown shop, but there don't seem to be too many around here of either.)

He makes my feet look dainty-- and trust me, they ain't. I wear an 8 1/2.

My Amazing Talented....

2011-01-18T08:02:00.000-08:00

Ethan insisted I take a picture of this. Amazing that he can hold a piece of cereal between his lips... Oh, the talent....
True talent: his extremely long tongue. He's balancing cereal on it at the moment, but his better use is as a Kleenex.
Logan patted my arm the whole time I was taking pictures of his brother. He immediately gave me this pose when I finally turned around. He's thinks his talent is getting all the attention in the house.
True talent: Logan's "crooked sniffing nose" trick. He can do it on command. Amazing.

Bein' Crafty

2010-12-28T19:52:00.000-08:00

Logan modeling his beanie
Ethan (on his new bike from Santa aka The Lystrups) and Daddy
Hats I made for Joe's brother Aaron's kids
.... and some for his brother Dan's kids.....
Superhero capes for my Super Heros

I decided to go "homemade" on some of the gifts I gave this year. I've found that a little less money and a LOT more time can go a long way. I really got on this hat-making binge, making 12 hats in a few days time. I think they are so cute and fun to make and SO inexpensive! I made the boys some superhero capes, too. I figure they already fly around the house like crazies, so why not look the part??

Santa Baby

2010-12-23T10:05:00.000-08:00

Logan didn't love the Santa at our ward Christmas party. To say the least. Good thing his big brother was sitting next to him to help him out. Can't you see the look of deep and sincere concern on his face, as he greedily digs for candy?

It was the Best of Times....

2010-12-16T18:40:00.000-08:00

This is my family. We took these pictures the day after Thanksgiving. We had a lot to be thankful for. We still do.

A few days later, my parents' home-- the home I grew up in-- caught on fire, starting in Tommy's trailer. A fireman told me it's a miracle Tommy made it out alive, let alone with only some smoke inhalation.

It's been pretty devastating, to say the least, and I'm not even LIVING there anymore. I can't imagine what my family's been going through. They're finally moving into a rental home, out of a motel, until they figure out where to go from here.

But, this is not what I really wanted to write about. What I really wanted to write about was how thankful I feel. I'm so thankful for the generosity and concern others have shown to me and my family. The day this happened, a young mother from my parents' ward drove up, picked up all four kids (Amory, Haylee, Ethan, and Logan), took them to her home, fed them lunch, and watched them the rest of the day. This young mother has 3 kids of her own, and yet she thought nothing of adding four more.

Many others have written to me on facebook or my blog or called me on the phone, just to see how everyone is doing and if they can help, no matter how far away they are. My sweet aunt in Utah has sent care packages and purchased new towel sets, all sent to my family to help them. Everything helps to lift their spirits. Others have sent money and gift cards. Many others have brought dinners.

So, what I'm trying to say, is that even through this frustrating and sad time, I have found happiness. I feel more at peace as I view the ever-present showing of humanity around me. It's not always something we have a chance to really see until we need to. Our Heavenly Father does watch over us. It's a comforting fact, and one I am ever grateful for.

Never too late

2010-11-20T21:33:00.000-08:00

My parents' ward Trunk-or-Treat

My kids do NOT pose well together. This is the best I've got.

(Could they look any more bored??)

I decided to finally post some Halloween pictures, just in case anyone actually reads my blog anymore and cares if I do:)

I had so many funny shots of Logan, but I'm only posting a few. They were both ninjas, and of course, they were the cutest ones around. The kiddos got SO much candy from two Trunk-or-Treats this year (plus a walk around the block on Halloween), I think it'll last a few years. Yes, I'm usually the bad mom who forgets to give her kids candy. How dare I?

Prayin' Baby

2010-10-31T10:42:00.000-07:00

Logan loves to pray. What can I say? He's a spiritual guy!

Sweet Three

2010-09-15T11:13:00.000-07:00

Super Why cake (I know, it looks a bit interesting:) Super Why is his favorite show!

I truly can't believe I'm a mother to a three-year-old. I don't know where the time has gone. Yesterday, I found some family pictures of us when he was just 9-months old-- a sweet, chunky (and I mean CHUNKY!) little guy. How things change! I love him more and more each day. He's such a smartie-pants and a good helper, too. He actually helps with the laundry-- sometimes all on his own! I found him, once, getting the clothes out of the dryer and putting them in the laundry basket, without me even asking. He even brought the basket inside for me! He loves learning, and he recently finished learning all of his single-letter phonics (a few weeks ago). He'll go around the house sometimes, saying letters and their sounds for the fun of it. He's even figuring out, on his own, what letters begin with certain words, just by sounding them out! He is getting older and losing his baby-like qualities, which makes me both happy and sad. Sometimes I want to bottle up my kids and keep them how they are, but then I see how fun it is to watch them progress, and I change my mind. I'm so happy he's a part of my life. I can't wait for what he becomes, and I love helping him to get there.

Our trip and randomness

2010-07-08T13:23:00.000-07:00

The "boys" idea of a Daddy Day Care while we cleaned out Joe's dad's house in St. Anthony... church pews, door with a mirror on the back, cupboards... Perfect.
Pocatello Cousins: Chiara & Sean
Had to visit Kristy & Baby Taylynn!
Two Peas in a Pod. They will marry someday.
Had to have to moments to make Mommy nervous, too.
At the park by Great-Aunt Sheryl's house in Sprinville
Hogle Zoo fun
Proof.
Ethan LOVED jumping on the tramp with all his cousins
The Sanders cousins had CHICKENS in their backyard in Riverton, and a huge garden, too. Who knew gardens actually worked?
Backyard pool fun.
Eye see you...
Logan did NOT love the sound of the poppers on the 4th of July
No, it's NOT a binky (it's a Ring Pop:) This is what Ethan wore while we did fireworks on the 4th of July... in Glendale.... in 100+ degree weather. Perfect weather for thick, footed jammies, if you ask him.
Swimming lessons!
Discovery Gateway Museum in Salt Lake
At a park in Kanab for my family reunion.
Little Woodchuck?
He LOVES his new swing from his birthday!
Logan got a cranial band to help straighten out his skull. Surprisingly, ever since he started wearing it at night, he now sleeps through the night.... So odd, but NICE!

Number Two is Number One

2010-06-30T15:39:00.000-07:00

Logan Bear is one. I have a one-year-old and a two-year-old. I never thought I would say that, but it's true. We had a fun birthday bash for my little one. I took him in for his one-year-old check-up, and he's so TINY! (Well, tiny compared to Ethan.) He's 23 lbs 8 oz (60th %) and 32 1/4 in (97th %). I'm used to chuggers Ethan, who weighed a whole pound more than this at NINE months. It's nice for my arms to have a break, I must say. He's such a fun boy. He's a walkin' boy now, too, since just over 11 months--though he refuses to wear shoes. He won't even TRY walking in them. He loves being outside, even if it's 118 degrees. Dirt and rocks are a few of his favorites. He hates most food, except crackers, yogurt, and sweets (which he now loves, since his party:). He's had a temper since 4-months old, but he'll love me and cuddle like the snuggly bear he is. He has a smile that kills. He craves being the center of attention, and he usually is. I'm so thankful for my sweet, Baby Logan.

Some Like It Hot

2010-05-29T19:22:00.000-07:00

There are advantages to living in an extremely sunny state. One of them: being able to go swimming much earlier than those in other states. We got a great deal on this pool at Walmart-- 15 bucks-- and it's 15 bucks well-spent. Joe takes the boys out swimming sometimes twice a day, and we had fun playing in the pool tonight while Joe barbecued (another fun past-time when the weather's nice). I do love Arizona. I do love that we live here, once again. Joe just got hired on to SRP's help desk, and he'll be earning a nice salary. We've been waiting almost a year for this break! It has come, and I'm glad it's here. I do hope we stay a long, long time....

Alphabet Soup

2010-05-20T10:02:00.000-07:00

I walked by Logan's high chair yesterday, and this is what I found....

My Big, Little Baby

2010-05-17T21:15:00.000-07:00

This kid's funny. Thinks he's a stud. Maybe 'cause he is. Love him!

Garbage Bags

2010-05-10T10:29:00.000-07:00

To me, this is a beautiful sight. To me, this is love. The love of a mother. MY mother.

Upon returning from a trip to the temple on Saturday, we found all of these lovely bags in our yard. Why, you may ask, is this a GOOD thing? For weeks, now, we've been trying to put our yard in order. Joe not only works LONG hours, but he has extreme allergies and is out for a day from doing the smallest amount of yardwork. And me-- well, lets say I have two needy kids, two and under. Enough said. My older brother has come and helped with a lot of the yardwork, which we have SO appreciated. All that was left was piles and piles of leaves, branches, and weeds. They'd been in nice, little piles for a couple of weeks. I was really tired of looking at them! After getting home from the temple Saturday, we found that all of our piles were missing, and in their places were these lovely bags, filled to the brim. We thought my older brother had come over and done it. I even called him and left a message on his phone, thanking him profusely. It wasn't until yesterday, after my mom felt guilty for leading us to believe my brother had done it (she had wanted to remain anonymous, but at the same time, she didn't like being deceitful) that we found out it was HER. My 50-something-year-old mom had spent an hour or so finishing up our yardwork, wanting nothing in return. Oh, and she also babysat our two kids (along with my brother and dad) while we were at the temple. Is this love? I think "yes." Thanks, Mom.

Dishwashing Delight

2010-04-24T17:46:00.000-07:00

Logan loves "helping" me unload the dishwasher. If there isn't already some water on the bottom, I pour some in, and he splashes and plays. This time, he decided to drink the water and blow bubbles in it-- so funny! He just turned 10-months old yesterday. We love him more and more each day. He's clapping, waving bye-bye, giving high-fives, and will dance on command. He loves making monkey and dinosaur sounds, and Ethan is always entertaining to him, no matter what he's doing. He is completely enthralled with Ethan's baby/toddler movies, and he will sit and watch them longer that Ethan ever has! This little guy is a crack-up. He thinks he's big and is trying to stand, though I think he might have a ways yet 'til he walks. We will see. I'm not as anxious for that to happen as I was with Ethan, because I know what comes with the walking-- getting into more things!

Mountain Man

2010-04-10T15:33:00.000-07:00

Before
After (please ignore the red eyes-- he's not Satan, just highly allergic)

Joe's sported a (handsome!) beard for the last several months. Last night, he decided to shave it off. This act has thoroughly confused my youngest. He keeps grabbing Joe's face, like "who are you, and what have you done with my dad?" It's quite amusing, actually. I kind of liked the beard. He was rugged. Ruggedly handsome. My little mountain man. He actually almost looked his age (almost 32!) not like an 18-year-old. Now, I look like I'm robbing the cradle (though I've been told I look young, too-- maybe I should grow a beard?). Maybe I liked it because my mother is so utterly appalled by his facial hair. Does this make me like it more? Oh, bearded man. Where hast thou gone? I want you back.

Stickers

2010-04-06T09:58:00.000-07:00

Big Boy Pants!
Day One
Day Eight
That's all it took. Stickers. Yes, amazing even to me, that's all it took. This was one of those events in Motherhood that I had been dreading. When do I start him? How will I know he's ready? How am I going to deal with the accidents? remembering to remind him? not getting frustrated if it doesn't seem to work?

Fortunately, my first child let me know when he was ready. He just recently turned 2 1/2, so I knew it was coming. We read books about the potty. We showed him his potty seat. But never did we say, "It's time you start learning how to use the potty, Kid." He woke up last Tuesday and said he needed to use the toilet. I took him in the bathroom, not really expecting anything, then I heard the lovely, tinkling sound in the toilet-- he went! I, of course, went crazy, hurriedly made a potty chart, and the stickers began. I'm not saying he hasn't wet his big boys pants, and he's definitely not wanting to go #2 on the potty yet, but we've started. And, there's no turning back. I'm pretty sure he's used the toilet more in one week than I do in a month, but that's okay. He's starting to wake up dry and stay dry all day long. Such a determined kid. He'll stare at his potty chart proudly, talking about the different stickers he's earned, excited about making his "sticker tr-ain." Amazing. I know, I know. Every child goes through it at some point or another, but never with me as his mom. I love this boy!

Working Woman

2010-03-25T15:24:00.000-07:00

Ethan loves to sit on the chair behind me while I work during Logan's morning nap. For me: not so comfortable....

It feels like it's been an extremely long time since I've blogged. I've been so busy! Not only did Joe bring our things back to AZ from Idaho, but I've unpacked like a madwoman (to get it over with, since unpacking/packing depresses me), AND I got a job-- yes, a job! Plus side is: I do it from home at any time I want and for as long as I want. I am so excited for it. I like to feel like I'm contributing something financially, though I know I contribute a lot as a homemaker. Down side is (and I knew I would do this), I've been working any possible second I may have a free moment (which is not very often). So, I now feel more tired and like I have less time to read a few minutes or even just sit and relax. Why do I do this to myself? I don't know. I guess the quote is true with everything: "Moderation in all things." I am trying.

miracles

2010-02-26T16:29:00.000-08:00

Miracle: an effect or extraordinary event in the physical world that surpasses all known human or natural powers and is ascribed to a supernatural cause.

What better way to describe my children? Both during pregnancy and after birth, it's been nothing but one amazement after another.

At times, I ask myself: Are my days too monotonous? What is there about staying at home with two kids-- two NEEDY kids, at that-- that should make my life feel fulfilled? But, my days are NOT monotonous. In fact, they are quite the opposite.

Who would've known?

Ethan, at almost 2 1/2, does and says at LEAST twenty funny and amazing things a day. He likes to look at the bright side of things. He woke up from his nap today, having wet through his diaper and onto his sheet, looks at the wet spot, and gleefully declares, "I make a CIRCLE!" He also thinks he can do anything and is all powerful, too. He tells the sun, shining on him through the blinds during breakfast, "No, sun. No. Go, sun. Go." I came in the room the other day, after his nap, and he exclaims, "Happy Valentimes!" He has no need for Kleenex, as his snake-like tongue always does the trick, yet his hands can never, ever be dirty. And those are just a few things.

And then, there's my baby Logan, now 8-months old, who sounds like a pterodactyl when he nurses (you don't know what they sound like?-- well, I do!), prefers graham crackers to any other food, and must be fully undressed before he eats, as it is the most sensible way to feed such a messy, messy child. He's had an extreme temper since at least 4-months of age, and he will crawl to me-- bawling as though the world has ended-- if I don't pick him up fast enough. He learned at 6-months old that if he splashes at a toy in the bathtub long enough, it will eventually come to him; that way, he does not need to waste any energy crawling the 3 inches forward to get it.

How are these not amazing beings? They are! And, I am their mother! I could never, ever feel an ounce of boredom with these two as my children. I often still marvel that I am even a mother at all. Did I really go through two (agonizing!) pregnancies, two births, with two little miracles as the result? I now understand why some people have seventeen children. My personal goal is not nearly so high, but I can understand it. My children are unique individuals, yet I love them both the same-- but for different reasons. They are my boys, my miracles.

Who Cares if it's Pink?

2010-02-17T14:35:00.000-08:00

Ethan is my favorite toddler. This is what we found in an alleyway in downtown Peoria today while taking a walk, waiting for our car to get fixed. After hitting off some of the cobwebs with my flip-flop, I let him ride it down the street to the auto shop. Once there, we used some shop rags and some good 'ole drinking fountain water to wash it up. I'm pretty sure the mechanics got a kick out of him almost as much as I did. One spider and hundreds of cobwebs later, he proudly rode his car around the shop until our bigger car was fixed. Then, much to his satisfaction and delight, I let him take it home with us. Much thanks to the little girl who previously owned this treasure: you made my little boy's day.

I Love 2. And, I Don't.

2010-02-10T19:36:00.000-08:00

I love 2.

I love that he's talking so well and loves learning and repeating what he has learned. Colors, shapes, letters, and numbers are some of his favorites. I love that he can pick out all of the cars in parking lots like our car, Jordon's car, Grandma's car, Grandpa's car, and Tommy's car-- even if they're a different color or newer version. I love that he's not a picky eater and eats what I won't. I love that he's usually sweet and says "Luv You" and "Pease" and "Tank Tou" without encouragement. I love that he's my helper and thrives off helping with the laundry, putting clothes in the hamper, collecting the trash cans, bringing me diapers, putting dishes in the dishwasher, and plugging in his four (yes FOUR!) nightlights before bedtime. I love that he still takes naps, and that occasionally he plays in his bed for sometimes an hour or so AFTER he wakes up. I love that he sleeps through Logan's screaming. I love his fierce independence and that he loves putting on his socks and shoes by himself, and insists on buckling himself in, etc., etc., etc. I love his almost constant smile and exuberance for life. I love that the littlest things make him so happy.

And, I don't.

I don't enjoy when he runs away from me, refusing to obey, even after threats of spankings and timeouts. I don't enjoy when he laughs in my face after a spanking, which generally has little to no effect (though it's getting better). I don't enjoy that he thinks everything is his and that he can get into the fridge or his snacks whenever he pleases. I don't enjoy when he starts (joyfully!) yelling when I tell him I'm trying to get Logan down for a nap. I don't enjoy the occasional jealous moments when he takes things from Logan just because.

BUT....

What I do love about 2, my Ethan, far outweighs the things I may not always enjoy. In a way, I do not fully dislike those things that may frustrate me. For, without them, Ethan would not be Ethan, and he would not be the completely wonderful, little boy that I love. I try, daily, to count my blessing for all the good that he is and not let the frustrating times get me down. He is TWO, after all.... Someday, I will miss all his innocence.

My Baby Daddy

2010-02-06T10:16:00.000-08:00

I am so happy to have a husband who is also a good father. Sometimes I feel like he's my third son, but it's usually in a good way. He's a big kid, and my boys love to play with him. He tries so hard to make them happy, and he misses them so much when he's gone at work during the day. I love the "baby talk" he swore he'd never do before we had kids. I love that he helps bathe them and dress them and feed them, even when he gets frustrated. I love that he spoils them a little when "mom" is not around. I love that man. He is my husband. He is a father.

Simplicity

2010-02-03T20:40:00.000-08:00

So, we've been without TV (for the most part) for about 4 months now-- living with my in-laws who don't have one, being at my parents' house where it was rarely turned on, and now living on our own again, with our TVs in storage in Idaho. It's actually been pretty wonderful. After breakfast, the boys and I go outside, jump on the trampoline, explore the backyard, color with sidewalk chalk, play hide-and-seek, take long walks with the double stroller, go to the park.... Ethan's intensely curious about everything, and I love to see how he can find the most random things so interesting. He's been into collecting treasures lately. Give him a plastic container with pennies in it, and he's in heaven. I love to watch Logan and his reactions to things. He loves observing Ethan, too, and he smiles and tries to mimic him. I think they will be good friends. I love being a mom.

Because They're Cute....

2010-01-26T11:50:00.000-08:00

My helpful Ethan

2010-01-19T16:03:00.000-08:00

This is Ethan's idea of helping his Aunt set the table.... Maybe the plates are really hot??

Mr. Potato Head??

2010-01-07T12:10:00.000-08:00

My two-year-old hard at work....

Need: One baby monitor, two Mr. Potato Head arms, and one Mr. Potato Head nose...

Result: Art

Can't Get Enough of Him!

2009-12-31T11:51:00.001-08:00

Sweet Logie Bear turned 6-months old last Wednesday. He's such a happy fellow and quite the flirt. He will smile and smile at anyone, whether they're looking at him or not. He's a bit on the small side-- at least compared to Ethan at this age. He was 19 lbs 9 oz (only 80th percentile!) and 28 inches long (90th percentile) at his check-up, and quite the healthy little boy. He loves to suck on his toes and chew on paper. It's only a bit scary when he actually ingests some of the paper and it happens to be RED. Then, I about have a heart attack when I change his dirty diapers.... Ethan's doing quite well with him, and he loves his "Baby Hogan," as he calls him. We're back in Phoenix, living with my parents, for the time being. We're not sure if the job's going through up in Idaho or not, so Joe's looking for work here again. Fun times.... All will be well, eventually. At least we're all together.

Chip 'N Dale Baby

2009-11-26T19:55:00.000-08:00

This is my 5-month-old son Logan. This is how we have recently discovered he prefers to be-- free of clothing and all those other distractions. This is the only time he will roll around the floor freely. When fully clothed, he stays on his back and gets frustrated. Too bad we now live in IDAHO where clothing seems to be a mandatory thing most months of the year.... At least I kept his socks on to keep him warm.....

Bye Bye to My Penguins....

2009-11-12T20:40:00.000-08:00

Here's my genius Ethan. He loves counting. He knows every letter of the alphabet by sight (and will repeat the alphabet, but not sing it:). He knows his colors, too. Counting's the newest of them all, but he's doing pretty good. I have the right to brag every once in a while.... I love this little boy.

We've been in Idaho a few weeks now. Can't say I love it yet, but it's alright. I really need to get my own house, though.... Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Moving

2009-10-14T23:20:00.000-07:00

So.... We are moving. I never really thought it would happen, but apparently it is (I think it kind of hit me after I realized that 3/4 of our stuff is now in boxes). Our destination is Idaho-- Boise area, to be specific. We leave in a week. Joe is happy. He's wanted to live there since before we got married. After getting laid off and not being able to find a job here in Phoenix, he found one there quite quickly. Maybe it's where we are supposed to be? He thinks so. I always thought my boys would be Arizona boys.... not potato farm boys.... I am sad. I'm leaving my family and everything I've ever known behind. I'm leaving my beloved heat, which Joe refers to as Hell (just as I refer to Idaho as "Hell frozen over"). I can no longer wear flip-flops year-round. I can't call Mom up at a few hours notice to watch my kids for an hour or two. I won't be around when my sister starts Junior High and High School and starts dating boys that I won't meet to be able to approve of. I'm leaving behind a nephew and a niece, as well, who've I've watched grow and mature since their births. We'll be totally on our own, without my parents to help us (not financially, but in many other ways), and without the comfort of knowing they're right there when we need them. My kids will rarely see their grandparents. I'm sad.

BUT... maybe this is the Lord's plan for me and my family. I must put aside my sadness and feelings of negativity. My husband does have the right to receive inspiration for our family. Heavenly Father HAS blessed him with a job to support us. As much as I want to, I cannot know ahead of time what will happen there and why it is good for us. Maybe I will grow as a person, and my kids might be safer. Maybe we should be there to help someone else. I don't know the reason, but I must hold onto something, and thinking about these things makes me feel better about it all. I must sound like the hugest Daddy's Girl, as I know many, MANY people live far from their families, but I guess I never considered I might be one of them. To all of you who do live far from your families, you are strong, strong people. May I one day be like you.....

Pillow Fight

2009-10-05T22:15:00.000-07:00

I recently gave Ethan a pillow in his crib, as I have finally gotten over my paranoia that he may suffocate (he is TWO, after all!). This is how I found him that night.... So close.... yet, so far....

At least his TOYS are comfortable!

The Big Two!

2009-09-13T21:15:00.000-07:00

My little Ethan turned two-years-old yesterday. It's hard to believe that it's been that long since I was in the hospital, pushing and in labor, wishing I were dead.... wait, that was just two

MONTHS ago.... but also two years ago.... Anyway, I tried making his day special with yummy breakfast, dinner, and cake, and I had the Nursery kids sing to him. My family came over for presents and cake in the evening. He really felt special and learned to say "Happy Birthday." He already knows to say "two" when asked how old he is, though he sounds like a little Scottish boy when he does.....

Here are his stats from his two-year check-up today:

weight: 34 lbs (95%)

height: 37 inches (97%+)

I love this boy. I love how he says "si" when you tell him to say "yes." I love that he is obsessed with phones and remotes and anything he can take apart, but shouldn't. I love his sweet demeanor and how he always says "please," "thank you" and "love you." I love his sweet kisses and his over-abundance of energy. I love his Flintstone feet, even though it's incredibly hard to find shoes to fit their wideness. I love that canned green beans are his favorite food and that he drinks their juice when he's done. I love that he stays in his crib, even though I know he can climb out. I love that he plays for a few hours in his bed before falling asleep and is perfectly content doing so. He is amazing and wonderful, and I am the luckiest mother in the world.

Prima Donna Ballerina??

2009-09-11T21:11:00.000-07:00

Look at those toes, made for "pointe" in ballet..... Oh, wait........
They're Ethan's..... Yep, Ethan LOVES walking around the house on his toes lately, and he shows his exceptional skill here as he tries reaching around the safety gate to turn on a light (which he knows he's not supposed to mess with:).... I say ballet... Joe says martial arts.... He'd make a mighty BIG ballerina........ Probably crush too many little girls' feet.....

Feeling thankful

2009-09-05T17:57:00.000-07:00

I feel I must take some time just to write how blessed I feel. Joe has been officially jobless for a month now. He'll be paid his severance through the end of September. I've managed to save enough money to pay our bills for two months after that, since we've known this time was coming for some months now. Why some companies feel the need to ship off American jobs to India, to earn a few billion dollars more a year than they're already making, I will never know. But, I digress. Even though Joe has no job, we've been lucky enough that he's had some contract jobs and we've had friends who need things done that he can do, and they pay him for it. Joe was able to take 3 weeks of vacation right after Logan was born (he had to use the vacation or he would lose it), then his job ended shorty thereafter, and I must say it's been really nice to have him home, even if it does mean he has no job. It's helpful to have another adult around with two kids under two, plus it's just so nice to be a family together so much-- we've had so much fun together! We've just had so many people helping us out, when we haven't even asked, and I feel they've been inspired. I know we must be doing something right to be so blessed. Heavenly Father really does look after all of his children. It's nice to know that. When we're doing all we can do, and trying to live righteously, things will all work out in the end. They don't always work out how we think they will, or how we want them to, but they do work out. I've been praying for months now that Joe will find a new job, and I know it will happen eventually. I just don't stress about it, though we do actively pursue it. Anyway, I am blessed. I have a wonderful family and people who love and support us. What more can I ask for?

Potty in the potty

2009-09-02T13:15:00.001-07:00

Ethan pooped in the potty today for the first time! I'm so proud of my almost-two-year-old little boy! He actually went to the bathroom door and told us "poo-poo?" Now, if we can get him to pee in it we'll be all set! He's still figuring it all out, but I think he's doing great. Have I mentioned lately how much I love this little boy?

2 months!!

2009-08-26T12:12:00.000-07:00

(This is what happens when you leave your baby home with daddy-- and yes, that IS a bean bag chair...)

Logan is already two months old! I took him to the doctor yesterday for his check-up, and he's healthy as a horse (and weighs about as much as one, too!) Here are his two-month stats:

weight: 14 lbs 12 oz (97th + percentile)

height: 24 1/4 inches (90th percentile)

Logan's a whole pound (exactly!) heavier than Ethan was at this age, and he's 1/4 inch taller. He's already competing with his brother.... He's a little doll and I love him so much! Having two boys is so much fun!

My Son the Multi-tasker

2009-08-24T16:21:00.000-07:00

Ethan's new thing..... Spinning class anyone?

Logan's Blessing

2009-08-17T12:56:00.000-07:00

Family & Friends

Logan was blessed yesterday, just a week shy of two months old. Joe blessed him with a beautiful blessing, then later we had my family over for a nice dinner. Logan didn't cry or want to eat the whole Sacrament Meeting, so it was wonderful! It was so nice to have my college friends, Pam Mofford and Jarrett Nez come, too! Happy, happy day.

Potatoes are People, too

2009-08-10T13:56:00.000-07:00

Ethan loves to point out various body parts, like ears, mouth, eyes, etc. Today at lunch, he apparently decided that mashed potatoes with chives are people, too.... He picked up this piece, pointed at the chive in the middle, and kept saying, "Eye? Eye?" Then he turned it to the side, asking, "Ear?" but he seemed not to find one.... Funny, little boy:)

Need I say more...?

2009-08-08T18:08:00.000-07:00

He May Hate Me When He's Older....

2009-08-01T08:08:00.000-07:00

Ahhhh.... the FIRST smile.....
So sweet....
Football anyone?

I've come to terms with the fact that my boys are big. Logan's only 5 weeks old, but he's already being mistaken for a 3-month-old. I really thought Logan might turn out smaller, but unless looks are deceiving, I think I may be wrong. But, it's okay. Aside from the aching back, I love that my boys are big. I DO get bigger biceps-- a plus! I also don't have to worry about them being bullied, and for now, they're both too sweet to bully anyone else, so I think we're good. They're perfect and wonderful-- wouldn't change them for the world!

Exercising

2009-07-20T11:08:00.000-07:00

Ethan finds it entertaining to "exercise" when Joe does (makes it really easy for his dad to do anything:). Oh, and please ignore us blatantly lying to our 22-month-old-- but it's just a little one!

Baby Naughty

2009-07-16T22:08:00.000-07:00

Logan HATES baths. He's an extremely sensitive child to any kind of temperature change. Therefore, he screams like a banshee, every other night, when dreaded bath time arrives. The poor child actually turns purple as I gently remind him to BREATHE. Tonight was no different. I sent Joe into the boys' room for pajamas for Logan's bath, as I was preparing him for it, and the shrieking had already begun. Ethan, in his crib already for bed, heard the incessant screeching as Joe went into his room. He asked his daddy, "Baby naughty?"

I LOVE my boys:)

26 is almost 30....

2009-07-12T11:33:00.001-07:00

Free breakfast at Mimi's Cafe....mmmmm.....
Ethan cracks me up!
Free slurpees from 7 Eleven
My gift from Joe.... mmmmm.... bacon.....
Dinner at Moe's Southwest Grill
Free ice cream at Cold Stone Creamery
Joe and Ethan had fun in the fountains at Westgate
Ethan playing in the water

I had a wonderful birthday, chock-full of free stuff! First of all, I'd signed up Joe, Ethan, and myself for Mimi's Cafe "e-club," so we were all sent coupons for free breakfasts... which we all decided to use together on my birthday. Next, we stopped by 7 Eleven for their free slurpees. That evening, I opened gifts, then we ate at Moe's-- where I had a coupon for a "buy one entree get one free." We hopped on over to Cold Stone after that, where we all shared my free ice cream. There was this cool fountain in the middle of the Westgate plaza that Joe and Ethan had fun in before we left for home. Yes, being poor does not mean you can't have fun.... You just have to get a bit creative, is all! It was a great birthday.

Six years and counting...

2009-07-06T18:22:00.000-07:00

What a hunky man I married! (This is our "band" pose)
I certainly DO!
We were such babies!!

Friday, July 3rd, Joe and I celebrated 6 wonderful (and crazy!) years together as a married couple. I love him more today than the day I married him. He is an awesome daddy and loving husband-- who could ask for more? I love our two little boys we now have and I'm excited for our expanding family. Life is wonderful.

Beautiful Exhaustion

2009-06-26T15:57:00.001-07:00

My Logan William arrived in this world Tuesday, June 23rd, weighing in at 7 lbs 13 oz, 20 1/2 inches long. He's a really good baby who loves to keep his mom up at night. He hardly ever cries, and he does really well putting up with Ethan poking and prodding him. I love my two little babies! My labor went really fast, and he came out in 3 pushes! I didn't believe the doctor when he told me he was out-- way too quick! Recovery is going nicely, too. I can't believe I am the parent of two!

Just... what???

2009-06-12T08:27:00.000-07:00

Our Lovely Lady Lumps

2009-06-06T16:08:00.000-07:00

Kristy's baby shower for Taylynn Moore

Lots of good food! It was a butterfly, flower, Tinkerbell theme
The 3 pregos:

Me: 8 1/2 months Kristy: 7 1/2 months Tiff: 3 months
The side view....

The best 3 bucks I've ever spent...

2009-05-30T14:48:00.000-07:00

The scene: a mischievous 20-month-old, looking for nothing better to do than get into things he's not supposed to (i.e. opening his parents' bedroom door and the bathroom door, getting into EVERYTHING).

Attempted solution: time-out each time he goes into the rooms he's not allowed to go in. Time-out consists of physically holding and restraining child for approximately 2 minutes at a time (since regular time-outs he couldn't care less about).

Result: time-outs do not work for 20-month-old, even though he screams and cries during each one. He continues to open the doors to the off-limit rooms, getting time-out each time, for over an hour. Note to self: child is extremely persistent.

2nd attempted solution: after spending hours searching and reviewing products, Mom finds door knob covers, $3 at Wal-Mart. The $3 are gladly invested.

2nd (and final!) result: the covers work. After much frustration attempting to figure out the new contraptions and throwing toys at the door knobs, 20-month-old gives up.... for now....

Mi almuerzo es bueno

2009-05-21T14:12:00.000-07:00

I made myself a lovely treat for lunch today.

The menu:

*homemade green chili salsa (tomatillos, onions, garlic, jalapenos, cilantro, avacados)

*green chili sourdough grilled cheese sandwich

*banana

Mi hijo piensa es mucho delicioso, tambien!

Ethan Being Ethan

2009-05-15T09:50:00.000-07:00

This is mainly for the grandparents, though anyone who thinks our son is as adorable as we do should watch it, too!

COuCh DiVe

2009-05-12T21:09:00.000-07:00

Please ignore the plump, pregnant lady on the couch and enjoy the adorable, little boy in his new, favorite game (that he made up all by himself, by the way)....

Oh, and yes, he is very good at politely asking, "Please?" when he needs help (like getting up on our gigantic couches). He's my little daredevil!

Memories...

2009-05-08T08:40:00.000-07:00

The beautiful bride, with her Papa and Mama

     Us with the groom
   Me on the very left... Was I ever really that skinny?
   Gettin' our groove thang on
My favorite two boys
   Me 'n Tiff

It'll be one year this month since one of my best friends got hitched... and now she's having a baby! This was a really fun day for all of us, and I'm so glad Kristy and Clint got married in the temple and have been such a cute and loving couple ever since. I miss her so much, though, with her in Utah. I want to raise our babies together. She's going to be a wonderful mother.

Happy Anniversary, Kristy and Clint! I love you!!

Monkey See, Monkey Do

2009-04-30T11:19:00.000-07:00

I blame this on his father....

Crochet Queen

2009-04-23T12:13:00.000-07:00

MY blanket!
My BROTHER'S blanket!
About a month or two ago, I finished crocheting Logan's blanket (I started right after I found out we were having another boy). Ethan loves the blanket I made for him, so I thought I'd better keep a tradition and make one for all of my kids. It's a lot of hours worth of work, but so worth it to see the finished product! I was trying to use the doll for a "Logan prop," and I'm a little afraid at how Ethan treated it... What's my newborn got in store for himself?? Good thing we're having another boy....

Green Thumbs

2009-04-15T12:44:00.000-07:00

      Our teeny, tiny garden
     Green Beans
... More beans
        Look like weeds... but they're jalapeno peppers!

Onions

Here's our little garden. We're very excited about it, since we haven't grown anything in a few years. We're hoping for our tomatoes to grow, too, though we're not sure if they'll work. I love homegrown veggies! Aren't they pretty?

Final Stretch

2009-03-31T21:20:00.000-07:00

4 Months
5 months

6 months!

Yay, I'm in my third (and final!) trimester! I can hardly believe it-- yet, I really CAN believe it, at the same time. Pregnancies seem long to me when I'm the one pregnant. It's a long time to be sick! June... here I come!

So GOOD... yet, so BAD...

2009-03-17T19:56:00.000-07:00

My quirky, little son and his new obsession with....

RANCH DIP!

(The best part is at the end, when he actually DRINKS it!)

Here are his 18-month stats:

Height: 35 in (97th percentile)

Weight: 30 lb 8 oz (95th percentile)

Too Cool for School

2009-03-15T16:35:00.000-07:00

He didn't enjoy me distracting him from his toys at Nursery. Does this look say it all??
At home before church, looking dapper

Ethan's first official day of Nursery was today. I can't believe he's 18 months old! Although I'm Nursery Leader, I had the day off (we rotate), and he couldn't care either way if Joe or I was in there with him. He loves Nursery, though he does enjoy taking things from other kids... toys... snacks... chairs... anything. We are working on it. Everyone else's things are entirely too fascinating to him. We have his 1 1/2 year check-up this week, so I will post on that later. I think he's slowed down a bit on the growing... we say he's getting "skinny" now. He's my cute, sweet, 30 lb, "skinny" 18-month-old!

Alien Invader

2009-03-10T15:52:00.000-07:00

What a good husband I have. He gets allergies like no other when he works in the yard. Today, he was bound and determined to do it, anyway. Don't you love his mask? I wonder what our neighbors thought.... They probably couldn't care less-- just glad our yard finally looked good!

Tippin' the Scales

2009-03-01T20:22:00.001-08:00

4 months
5 months

I've decided to take a picture each month (from the time I start showing) with this pregnancy, wearing the same clothes. This is one month apart, and it's crazy how much my belly (and baby!) grew! I've already gained 15 pounds this pregnancy, and I've got just under 4 months left. I was just now showing at this point in my pregnancy with Ethan. I'm not worried, though. I know it's common to show earlier with your second.

We've decided to name our second son Logan William. I have a feeling he'll be earlier than his June 29th due date, which I am completely fine with. I'm getting more excited as the pregnancy progresses, and I'm getting used to the idea of being a mom of two, both under two. I hope Ethan will adapt well to sharing his parents!

Tongue!?

2009-02-24T14:05:00.000-08:00

This is what Ethan does when we ask him to stick out his tongue. He makes a "kissy" face, and he actually thinks he's sticking his tongue out. Ironically, when he kisses us on the cheek, he can't do it without an OPEN mouth, often with his tongue out.... Go figure:)

We're having a....

2009-02-03T13:26:00.000-08:00

Cute, little feet....
Mushy, clay face
BOY!

Parks at the Park

2009-01-13T14:26:00.000-08:00

We had another fun afternoon at the park. It's really hard to resist going there when the weather is SO PERFECT (in the 70's). We had subs and potato salad for our picnic. Ethan got smacked in the face with a swing (of course, when Daddy was watching him-- I love you , Joe:), but other than that, he loved it as usual. He's so independent and fearless; he'd walk right off the edge if we let him. Here's a short video with the pictures, showing how little he cared that we were even there. Oh, and I love how he walks like a little, baby drunkard in the sand....

Finally-- a Professional Haircut!

2009-01-01T19:37:00.000-08:00

My little dude is finally stylin'! My friend, Brittney-- who happens to be a professional hairstylist-- generously volunteered to correct Joe's... uh... ambitious attempt. I wish I'd had my camera here while she was cutting it (he was draped in a cute, little zebra tarp-thingy), and sadly, she is not in these pictures, but maybe one day. Perhaps I shall have Joe mess up more often! I think he looks quite dapper. Very grown up. Much, MUCH nicer than if I were to cut it! He was very good, too-- just watching his baby video and occasionally eating the pieces of hair as they fell. So, thank you so much, Brittney! You did an amazing job:)

Please ignore my haircut... and Merry Christmas!

2008-12-30T10:41:00.000-08:00

Before
After
Ethan didn't want to pose for a picture with his presents-- the blinds cord was WAY more interesting!
He was really heartbroken :(
Daddy gave him some of his candy to calm him down...
It's working....
It worked!

We had a fun Christmas together-- Ethan's second. And yes, his FATHER decided to cut his hair a few days before Christmas, so please ignore the "girl bangs." I comb it and gel it before we go out in public:) I always love spending time with family at this time of year and the joy we get to see on each others' faces. Celebrating Christ's birth is truly wonderful! And, just think, next year, I'll have TWO kids to buy for!

An update on Ethan's stats: 15-month check-up

28 lbs 11 oz

His doctor says he's amazed at his continued growth. He also observed him as being a "daredevil," "extremely curious," and "EXTREMELY fearless." Yah, I could've told him that!

I found a Peanut...

2008-12-04T12:48:00.000-08:00

Odd happenings

2008-11-18T13:18:00.000-08:00

I had a rather odd experience today. We decided to take a lunch break to Peter Piper Pizza-- we never get to go on family outings, so we thought we'd treat ourselves. Joe took Ethan to the play area as I was finishing eating (yes, I can be a bit of a pig, I know). As I got up to start cleaning off our table, I noticed a tall, thin, black man walk into the restaurant. I felt his eyes on me from the moment he walked in as he strolled down the isle. He walked over to me and said, "Hey, do you work here?" I'd been worried that he'd spotted me alone and was going to try to sell me something. "No," was my obvious reply. "So, uh, what's your name?" was his attempt at a smooth transition. "Bethany," I answered. "My name's Daniel," he said. I made a small attempt at a smile and continued cleaning our table, hoping he'd go away. "So, do you have a boyfriend?" he questioned. Really? Had this guy just randomly walked by Peter Piper Pizza, spotted me, then walked in simply to try to hit on me? How odd. "No," I responded. "But I have a husband." "Oh, sorry," was his sheepish reply. He then turned around and walked back out of the restaurant. At this point, though feeling a bit weird, I have to admit I felt a bit flattered as well. I finished cleaning up, then I walked over to my family. I told the story to Joe, thinking he'd be proud that his wife "still had it." Instead, he was a bit freaked out that I'd given him my name. Okay, he knows my first name. What the heck can he do with that? I don't think he can do much. Anyway, then he was all paranoid as we walked out to our car, saying he thought the guy might try to follow us home or something. Man, and I thought I was the paranoid one. Then, I got to thinking. What if this man was a bad man? What if he was intentionally seeking lone women in an attempt to somehow lure them outside and then take them? Why else had he randomly come inside, his whole intent obviously to talk to me? I was first thankful that I was married and could have that as my excuse, and second I was thankful that I was happily married and had the morals and standards that wouldn't even allow me to consider to stray. What could have happened to me today if I had not been married-- or said that I wasn't? Would he somehow have been able to persuade me outside? What could have happened to me? I know this is all purely conjecture. Maybe he really was a decent guy seeking a relationship with a decent girl (that being me, of course:). Who knows? But, maybe not. I guess I'll never know, and perhaps I don't want to, anyway.

Better late than never...

2008-11-18T12:38:00.000-08:00

Ethan's 2nd Halloween! Cutest horse ever!

First haircut!

2008-11-03T06:56:00.000-08:00

BEFORE

LOOK AT THOSE CURLY ENDS!
EATIN' BABY PUFFS & WATCHIN' BABY VIDEO
UP CLOSE & PERSONAL
TA DA! ORANGE SNACK FACE & ALL!
CLEANED UP & READY TO GO...

I gave my sweet, tiny infant (yes, that's still how I see him-- all 27+ pounds) his first haircut yesterday, before church. I'm not sure why, but it was really hard for me. Really hard. I think I view it as him growing up. He's not the little baby I still see him as. Now, he looks like a little boy. ("What did he look like before?" you may ask. "A baby," I tell myself.) He looks handsome still, but just in a little boy way and not a little baby way. When did he grow up? It makes me sad. I knew it would happen eventually.

I love you, my baby. My sweet, little BOY.

Sleepin' on the job...

2008-10-31T12:36:00.000-07:00

Spidey

2008-10-22T15:13:00.000-07:00

Here is our pet spider. She lives in front of our house. She has attached her intricate web to our outside lamp, which lamp also becomes her bed during the day. She has created and re-created this beautiful web, as wind or people or who-knows-what have destroyed it in parts. We call her Spidey-- the much-original name my brother has given her. I never thought I'd enjoy having this spider as a pet. We think she brings us good tidings from Saint Halloween... if there was such a saint (which I'm almost positive he would be a devil in disguise, if there was one). My dear husband and son feed this pet, our pet spider. They catch bugs and place them on her sticky web. I have come to appreciate some of God's simple and harmless creations (as my husband has assured me this spider IS harmless), and not be so quick to squash everything with too many legs and pin-head sized brains (for if I did, I'm afraid too many people in the world would fall into the latter category...). She is a wonderful bug-catcher, and eats all those really annoying bugs that I have yet to come to appreciate. Her web-making skills in and of themselves are simply amazing-- beyond words. So Spidey, if you will-- please stay a while longer. You've taught me so much already.

KACHOW!

2008-10-08T08:29:00.000-07:00

I awoke this morning to the musical sounds of my barely-one-year-old son's whines, and how do you think I found him? Bare-chested. Shirtless. Without blouse.

"How did this happen?" I ask myself. "And, why?"

Then, I notice the over-sized belly and the barely-there love handles. LOVE HANDLES. "Is he trying to show his love for me? This must be it," I conclude. "What a loving son I have!"

Or, maybe it's something else. Maybe he was testing his skills and found that one of them included the art of removing clothing-- quite an art for a barely-one-year-old, I'd say. He did a fabulous job, if I do say so myself. Which I do. Though, I can't help but hope it's not a premonition of some future career endeavor....

"Maybe he has something against Disney?" I wonder. The "Cars" pajama top may have been too much for him. Perhaps he thought he was fighting against "The Man," though I'm not too sure just how Disney fits into that category. Maybe he will explain it to me one day. It's obviously beyond my limited comprehension.

"Could he be an environmentalist? At such a young age? Is this his way of fighting against the pollution-causing, gas-guzzling automobiles that crowd our streets and highways?" What a BRILLIANT child I have. And so concerned for the earth. Must've been watching too many "Go Green" commercials.

Or, perhaps he was bored. He WAS in a crib, after all, with only two crib toys and no other form of entertainment. Why NOT take off his shirt?

Then, I decide, he could have been hot. With outside temperatures still at or above 100 degrees, long-sleeve pajama tops perhaps are not on top of his things-to-wear list. Dumb parents. Poor baby.

I guess I will really never know why or how my sweet little baby managed this task-- this task I find so amazing. But, I think I will stick with conclusion number one: he LOVES me.

Am I totally CRAZY??

2008-09-26T12:12:00.000-07:00

I've decided to do something totally and completely terrifying.... I'm writing a book!! This may not seem like a big deal to most of you, but to me, it's huge. I woke up early a week ago, with the lovely sounds of my husband emptying the trash cans at 5:15 in the morning (he leaves for work early and had procrastinated taking out the trash the night before and so promised to do it before work). After all the ruckus, I, of course, could not get back to sleep. As I lay there, for some reason unbeknownst to me, I had a book idea pop into my sleepy, little brain, followed with what I'd write for the preface, and on into the first chapter. It was incredibly odd, as I haven't even been thinking about writing a book any time soon. It's always been a goal and dream of mine, but it was something I would do "someday"-- when things settled down a bit in my life. Perhaps I'm supposed to write it now, as things will probably only get crazier... Who knows??... I started writing it that day, with the permission of my friend, Korrena, whose true life story the book will be based on. I guess my life hasn't been interesting enough, so my brain sought someone else's whose life has been full of drama! It's loosely based on her life, though I've taken many creative liberties of my own. Anyway, we'll see if I can keep up with it all and have the stamina to finish!

The Stats are In...

2008-09-18T08:39:00.000-07:00

Here are the one-year-old stats:

Weight: 26 1/2 pounds (90th percentile)

Height: 32 1/2 inches (97th percentile)

So, I really thought he actually weighed a bit more (around 28 pounds), but he's still no small thing! Everything went great at the check-up, and my doctor gave him an excellent bill of health! Once again, he mentioned how extremely active Ethan is, and really, really determined to get what he wants! Yah, like I didn't know that already!

Happy Birthday, My Sweet Ethan

2008-09-13T21:11:00.000-07:00

Ethan is now a beautiful, wonderful one-year-old! We had a fun party today with family and a few friends. I made Ethan's cake, which took FOREVER, by the way. Now I see why they charge so much for the ones at the store!

We played a little game with facts about Ethan, and of course his Grandma Goodale (my mom) won! The guests also filled out a message to Ethan on little pieces of paper, about why they loved him. He'll get to read them when he's older.

He wasn't too sure about his cake, at first. Then, once he tasted it, he seemed to enjoy it, though he was still pretty polite about it all, and he smacked his little lips quite a bit! It was his first experience with sugar, so I was glad he didn't go too crazy over it! I specifically made an applesauce cake so it would be a bit healthier.

I'm really amazed that my little baby is already a year old. I treasure him and love him more and more every single day that I get to be his mother. I often wonder why I was so blessed to have such a beautiful, wonderful, perfect child. He is truly a gift from heaven.

PuNk bAbY

2008-09-07T22:43:00.000-07:00

He's my...

2008-08-30T22:17:00.001-07:00

Gotta love those bathtub letters.... Didn't know they stuck to babies, too!

Check out the video of him, crawling as fast as he can to get to the bathtub. He does this every night, after we undress him in his room. He LOVES the bath and can hardly wait to get in! I know, I know. He's gonna kill us when he sees this in a few years.... Gotta love that tan line!

Hangin' with Mrs. Mitchell

2008-08-28T16:40:00.000-07:00

Two pasty-white ladies and a tan, little man
  Kisses from Tiff... ahhhhhh....
   The boys

   My tall boy... and little, not-so-tall Dryden:)
He's a walker!
   Lovin' all the new, fun stuff!

Ethan and I visited Tiff Mitchell's house today-- her BRAND NEW house, that is! They were finally able to move out of the in-law's and get their own place. It's beautiful, too! Ethan had so much fun, and walked quite a bit there (I think it had something to do with the fact that there was actually ROOM for him to walk around there!). Dryden and Ethan actually played together and helped to entertain each other. Tiff made us yummy chicken tacos for lunch. I found out that Ethan will eat grapes-- so nice to go other places and let them give your kid food to try. I've been so stuck on giving him baby food too much, when he can very well eat regular food. I've got to break myself of the habit! Congrats, Tiff & Jayson, on the new home!

Water Baby

2008-08-22T19:36:00.000-07:00

My beautiful boy
Our day swim

The boys and their night swim

Here's just a few fun pictures of us enjoying our inflatable pool. It's the perfect amount of water for Ethan to crawl around in, and he loves it! I love that he appreciates the little things, like getting out of the house (to our backyard:) to explore and have fun for a while. He teaches me so much, my little boy. I've learned to relax more and not sweat the small stuff!

Sunday dinner

2008-08-18T10:01:00.000-07:00

The cute Zieglar family-- Kreed, Jenna, & Luke
Luke shielding himself from Ethan's attack of the water bottle
Hah! He took the weapon away!
Cute boys!
Chasing each other around the house...

We had the Zieglar family over for Sunday dinner yesterday. We certainly don't have people over for dinner often enough! We had a really fun time, and it was nice catching up with Kreed, who I hadn't seen since his wedding with Jenna! I swear, the boy is 8 feet tall! The babies had fun trading toys back and forth, each wanting the toy the other had. I guess it comes with the age! Ethan was so interested in some of his toys he'd normally care less about, simply because Luke wanted to play with them! Funny babies!

Tribute to Mom

2008-08-15T16:25:00.000-07:00

This is probably the same poster hung around campus back when my mom went there...

My mom has decided to go back to school! She earned her associate's degree from BYU before she got married, but never went any further. As a BYU alumni, she found out she's eligible for a special online program to earn her bachelor's, and she's decided to take it on! I'm so proud of my mother! I've always known she was brilliantly smart, but now she'll have the degree behind her to prove it. At just over 50, she'll be earning her degree in General Studies with an emphasis in Family History. She's always been the biggest genealogy nut I know, so it's perfect for her! She's helped a ton of people with their genealogy, and she's also helped people find lost loved ones when they had no luck themselves! She looks forward to doing it, perhaps, as a part-time job. She gets the biggest kick out of it all and truly loves the work! More power to you, Mom!

Go Cougars!

MAG*IC

2008-08-10T18:03:00.000-07:00

Becca: Sister Park-- we're gonna make you the BEST Personal Progress Leader EVER!

Me: Oh REALLY? And how's that?

Becca: We're gonna work really hard on our Personal Progress and do whatever you tell us.

Me: Hmmmm....

Becca: 'Cause you've got the MAGIC in you!!

Have I mentioned how much I love my incredibly insane Young Women?? Well, I do. I was officially released today from the Young Women presidency, as the 2nd counselor. I've been in the presidency for close to 4 years now! We were all released together, so it made for an interesting and rather emotional Sacrament meeting today, with lots of bearing of testimonies. I've loved working with all of the ladies, and I hope we continue to be close. As you can see, from above, I'm now the new Personal Progress Leader-- they just can't cut the cord, can they? Just sever it a little! I know we all need change, and I'm grateful for the opportunity. I knew the end was near, it's just a little weird knowing that it actually happened! How could I expect to forever be in the Young Women presidency?? My life has revolved around the program for so long now, seeing the girls 2 to 3 times a week and planning with them and praying for them. It's now down to once a month. I should be happy for the break, right? The feeling I've lost a limb should go away soon, I hope.

Tammy (the now former Young Women president) made her presidency these aprons (I'm wearing above) as a "goodbye" gift. So, she does most of the work, as our president, and we get her fabulous presents-- sounds like a deal to me! I thought it was sweet that she told us she picked different fabric to match our individual personalities. I told her she must think I'm beautiful! So, thanks, Tammy. It's been a fun time! I'm going to try my hardest, now, to become the "BEST Personal Progress Leader EVER"! 'Cause I'm MAGIC!

Walking!!!!

2008-07-30T10:09:00.000-07:00

Here's a step!
Balance.... Balance...
Holding toys seems to help him!
Falling forward... But catching himself!

I think right now I'm the proudest mama ever! (Though, I'm sure some of you will disagree.) Ethan started taking his first steps on Sunday, July 27th, at the rightful old age of 10 months! I was beYOND ecstatic, and Joe thought he'd married a crazy woman! (Which he did, of course.) He's so far taken a total of six (yes, SIX) steps at once, though it's usually three or four at a time. He doesn't seem NEARLY as excited about it as we are, but I'm sure he'll get there. I love my little son, and I'm always amazed by him every day!

Here's a fuzzy little video to share with you all. He wasn't really in the mood to walk, but we made him do it for the camera, anyway! Too bad the camera starts rolling after he started walking, but oh well. You get the idea:)

Slumber Party!

2008-07-25T12:04:00.000-07:00

My baby sister with my baby
He really doesn't much like her holding him!
My niece, Haylee, with Amory and Ethan
Such a cutie!
Escaping!

Tres Amigos...

Last weekend, I finally had my little sister, Amory (who's 8 now!), spend the night. We hadn't had her over since before Ethan was born (yah, something about a crying baby getting up all night...). Anyway, I thought I'd better invite her, since she seems to have the crazy idea that I love my son more than her, and she really needed some time with Big Sis. Haylee came, too, when Amory was dropped off, just to spend a few minutes playing.

Amory and I had fun reading together, coloring in her coloring books, and having me do her hair. I was hoping she'd sleep through Ethan's waking up at night (yes, he still does), but no such luck. But, she was a good sport about it, and she didn't even complain! I can't believe how my baby sister is growing up!

Daddy Daycare

2008-07-22T16:19:00.000-07:00

The culprit and his "aid and abed"-er

So flexible! Even on the bottoms of his feet!
This is what happens when daddy watches baby (Joe-- ya know I love ya!). Joe likes to shut him in the studio/computer room with him, when he watches him, so he can play on the computer and Ethan can explore. Well, he explored all right! He managed to take apart our printer, pull out the cartridges, and paint a beautiful masterpiece all over his chubby little legs! What a creative and genius child I have. Mental note: find a new daycare.

Swimming Lessons

2008-07-18T10:32:00.000-07:00

Fresh out of the pool. First day!
He LOVES the ping-pong balls! The only way to get him to kick is to put one in the water, and he'll try to go after it!
My stud muffins

Back to the pool... Yes, I signed up my 10-month-old for swimming lessons. He really likes the water (as we already knew), but he really DOESN'T like being told what to DO in the water! Back floating is not his favorite-- unless he gets to chew on the big water noodle the teacher gives him. When we try the monkey walk on the wall, he tries to climb out, instead (little turkey). He does love the silly songs we sing, while bobbing around in a circle. I think he probably just likes to watch us all make fools of ourselves...

A Quarter of a Century... So Old!

2008-07-11T20:41:00.001-07:00

My "Best Wife Ever" certificate, along with coupons for a night out on the town, flowers, etc.
Us at The Sandbar
Yah, we like taking our 9-month-old to bars... see the liquor in the background??

Very fashionable tabletop... bottle caps... from bottles of beer... Someone must be pretty drunk...

I've turned 25. It's official. Man, do I feel old! I had a pretty average morning, with the exception of some phone calls with birthday wishes. In the afternoon, my friend Korrena took me out to a birthday lunch at Garcia's. They even brought me some yummy fried ice cream! This evening, Joe, Ethan, and I went to try out The Sandbar. All we knew about it was that it was Mexican food. Yah, so it was pretty much a bar (though they had high chairs and kids menus!), with female waitresses in small amounts of clothing. The theme was beer... definitely beer (note the tabletop in the photo). It was an interesting experience, but the food was pretty good, so it was good overall. It was just funny that they seated the couple with the baby right next to the actual bar, but oh well. We only gave him small sips...

Fun in the Sun

2008-07-08T14:55:00.000-07:00

Little Dare Devil!
All by myself...
Jairen & Haylee

Joe decided to take Ethan swimming today at my little brother Jairen's home, while I went to my Young Women Presidency meeting. Jairen said he hadn't been swimming in years, so I guess it was about time! His cute daughter (my niece!), Haylee, was a bit timid of the water at first, but did better the longer they tried. Ethan, of course, LOVED being in the pool and didn't want Joe buggin' him, tryin' to hold him. As you can see, my husband decided it was okay to let him hang out on the steps, unassisted. I think if I were there, I would have had a heart attack! Apparently, he kept pushing Joe away from him, trying to be a big boy at the good 'old age of 9 months, and jumped off the step, falling straight down into the water! Joe, of course, was right there and brought him quickly back up. Ethan just looked around for a second then started laughing! What a crazy child I have!!

Here he is, in action (little stinker!). He thinks he's so cool...

Family Vacation Time

2008-07-03T15:30:00.000-07:00

Seager family reunion group photo. Little Ethan was sleeping upstairs. Good timing, kid!

The boys at the swimming pool at Zion Ponderosa Ranch Resort
Ethan LOVED swimming, but it exhausted him. He's still in his little swimming diaper here (yah, and it's an Ariel-- Little Mermaid-- diaper, too-- an oops from Mom:)
Baby hiking backpacks are soooo nice...
We stopped for a visit in Pleasant View, Utah to see Mrs. Kristy Moore (the little newlywed!)

Here's Ethan and his cousin, Caleb, who just turned one! Look at the green grass in Idaho. This is when we visited Joe's family, after my reunion.

Here's the gang-- Joe's brother, Dan, and wife Sarah and 3 kids-- Adam, Braiden, and Caleb; Joe's sister-in-law, Angie, and 2 kids Chiara and Sean; and us
We had the HARDEST time getting a cousin photo. Six cousins 5 and under, with half under the age of 1!
Still trying..

   And trying some more...
   So much for trying to contain my son! We strap him in, and he takes it with him!
   Me trying to help. (Nice bum shot, I know:)
Chaos is the word, I believe.
The neighbor lady, Launa, tried to help.
Dang kids, anyway...

Joe had fun taking Ethan to the Snake River, and Ethan just wanted to stay in the water.
Of course, we had to take him to the park, too.
My niece, Chiara, loved pushing Ethan in the stroller. It was funny to watch, since she's two years older, and only 2 pounds heavier!

Riding a horse at the park...

Ethan and I flew home, while Joe drove the rest of the way back. He was so good on both plane rides, and he made lots of friends. He'd crawl up to anyone, and they loved him. Definitely not a shy child, for sure!
Here he is, exploring the airport.

We had a fun time on our vacation to Zion Ponderosa Ranch Resort, near Mt. Carmel, UT for my family reunion, then on to Idaho to visit Joe's family for a week. We stayed at my aunt's house a night, too, on the way up. Poor Ethan did not enjoy sleeping in the portable cribs-- he wanted his own bed and room! So, I was pretty sleep-deprived the entire week and a half! I guess that's what I get for trying to be a consistent parent! The weather was so nice in Idaho, and Ethan had a lot of fun with his 5 cousins who came. He definitely is a little fish, who loved the swimming pool and the river. I don't think he'll have a hard time at swimming lessons!

9 months!

2008-06-15T17:36:00.000-07:00

Ethan is officially 9 months-- as of Friday, the 13th (yah, both are kinda scary...). I took him to his check-up on Wednesday, and here are the stats:

Height: 31 1/2 inches (97th percentile)

Weight: 24 1/2 pounds (95th percentile)

Okay, so not quite the 25 lbs we thought he was, but close enough! He wouldn't sit still much for the doctor, and he just kept grabbing at his ear-gadget-thing, and wouldn't let up. The doctor called him "daring," and said he could see I'd have to be constantly on my toes with this one! And, he's definitely right. Some days, I feel run ragged just getting him out of things and away from things that could hurt him. When people warned me motherhood was a 24/7 job, they weren't joking!

Bruiser

2008-06-05T14:20:00.001-07:00

Bruiser normally refers to:

A big husky man. Often implies they frequently fight.

Says grocer lady: "Awwww... What a beautiful boy. Let me guess.... uh... 17 months??"

Says me: "Well, actually,... 8 months."

Says grocer lady: "Really??? I'm usually really good at guessing babies ages. Wow! He's a bruiser!!"

Time after time, my little baby is thought to be at least twice his age. But, he's still a baby. He's perfectly on schedule with all of his baby milestones, and some he's ahead of schedule. People expect him to be walking, talking, eating all the "big people foods." I've come to accept the fact that my little baby-- as big as he is-- is absolutely perfect and smart, and even though his older-- yet smaller-- friends are walking, some talking, I never have to worry about my son wasting away or crying over any little fall-- extra cushion has it's advantages, too.

Ethan:

Age in months: 8

Clothing size: 18 months to 2T

Weight: 25 plus lbs

Fact that I don't have to pay for a gym membership: Priceless