Hope you all had a wonderful Easter. We sure did!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Look for us on COPS - we're bad girls
The other day Kenley climbed into my lap and hissed, "Mommy, let's pretend we're bad girls." I was slightly alarmed by this bizarre suggestion but played it off. "Um, okay. What do bad girls do?" "Well, they don't like flowers. And I think that's it." So we sat there disliking flowers for a few moments. Then she eyed Parker, who was playing with a new Slinky and asked, "Are we still bad girls?" "I think so. What else should we be doing?" Why would I ask that? I think the not liking flowers was plenty. She again eyed Parker and said nervously, "I think sometimes THEY want a turn with their brother's toys."
Later that day she totally ruined her bad girl routine by excitedly opening her goodie bag from a birthday party, grabbing a roll of my beloved Smarties, and announcing, "Mommy! These are for you! I been thinkin bout you all day cuz these are your favorite!" and then pulling James into her room and offering him his choice of any candy he wanted, including her FAVORITE My Little Pony fruit snacks, because "you been workin so hard on all your jobs today." (It was his day off and he'd been working in the yard, etc. all day long.)
I know it's unrealistic, but I am really just hoping that sitting on my lap for three minutes pretending to dislike flowers is as close as this little sweetie ever gets to being a bad girl.
(Note: Yes, Kenley has her own knife and is helping me chop veggies in this picture. She may be strapped into her carseat so tightly she can't breathe until she's about six, but her daddy is a chef for heaven's sake.)
Later that day she totally ruined her bad girl routine by excitedly opening her goodie bag from a birthday party, grabbing a roll of my beloved Smarties, and announcing, "Mommy! These are for you! I been thinkin bout you all day cuz these are your favorite!" and then pulling James into her room and offering him his choice of any candy he wanted, including her FAVORITE My Little Pony fruit snacks, because "you been workin so hard on all your jobs today." (It was his day off and he'd been working in the yard, etc. all day long.)
I know it's unrealistic, but I am really just hoping that sitting on my lap for three minutes pretending to dislike flowers is as close as this little sweetie ever gets to being a bad girl.
(Note: Yes, Kenley has her own knife and is helping me chop veggies in this picture. She may be strapped into her carseat so tightly she can't breathe until she's about six, but her daddy is a chef for heaven's sake.)
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Good news, lame news
So, many of you know that we were supposed to go in tomorrow for our "BIG" ultrasound, where we find out if our little tiebreaker is a boy or a girl. Here in the medically old-fashioned area where I live, you have to go to another doctor for that ultrasound, where I guess he has bigger and fancier equipment or something. So anyway, today at my regular OB appointment, I found out policy has changed, and I needed a referral from my Primary Care doctor, which I do not have and cannot get before tomorrow at 10am. But my OB did an ultrasound there at her office and the baby is sitting breech (butt down) with its legs strategically crossed. She tried for quite a while and couldn't even see enough to venture a guess. And THEN, she at least tried to get a cute picture of the baby's face, and the baby just waved its little hands around in front of its face! This baby is already working on driving me nuts and it hasn't even been born yet!
So... while we're disappointed that we have to wait, it's probably a blessing in disguise because now we'll have another week or so to hope that this little bugger either flips around where it has room to wave its little leggies, or at least is willing to uncross them!
It could be worse, though. Definitely. Last night I had a dream that we went in for our ultrasound and Tyra Banks was our ultrasound tech as she was being filmed for a reality show. She didn't even know what she was doing (I know, WEIRD). And I was all stressed out because they wouldn't let me have a different ultrasound tech, this was my one and only chance to find out the gender of the baby, and Tyra was going to mess it up. Good old Tyra.
So anyway, wish us luck, and leave a comment with your guess on this naughty baby's gender if you haven't already!
So... while we're disappointed that we have to wait, it's probably a blessing in disguise because now we'll have another week or so to hope that this little bugger either flips around where it has room to wave its little leggies, or at least is willing to uncross them!
It could be worse, though. Definitely. Last night I had a dream that we went in for our ultrasound and Tyra Banks was our ultrasound tech as she was being filmed for a reality show. She didn't even know what she was doing (I know, WEIRD). And I was all stressed out because they wouldn't let me have a different ultrasound tech, this was my one and only chance to find out the gender of the baby, and Tyra was going to mess it up. Good old Tyra.
So anyway, wish us luck, and leave a comment with your guess on this naughty baby's gender if you haven't already!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Spring is Here!
Today our friends called to ask us if we wanted to come play in this field of flowers and take some pictures. The sun was too bright to get any fantastic shots, and of course the kids couldn't sit still, but I still got some cute ones. Hopefully you'll be fooled into thinking we were someplace exotic and beautiful. If you make it to the end of the pictures I'll confess where this really is.
It's an open field in our Wal-Mart parking lot. Klassy, huh?
It's an open field in our Wal-Mart parking lot. Klassy, huh?
Friday, March 27, 2009
Happy Birthday Parker!
Today our little Parker turns 2! Since James has to work tonight, we had a birthday breakfast for him instead. We also had a family party on Sunday for Parker and Scott, but that'll have to come later. Here's a video of Kenley singing Happy Birthday to him, and some pictures of our donut breakfast!
Parker is such a joy to our family. He definitely has his tempermental moments, but overall he is such a sweet and mild-mannered little boy. He loves any form of transportation, especially motorcycles, along with animals, books, and balls. It's not unusual to have a quiet house and think, "Uh-oh, where's Parker? What's he gotten into?" and find him on his floor just quietly reading. He has a funny little eating quirk (when he's actually eating), where he takes one bite of each piece of something, and then another bite of each piece. So it's not unusual to look over and each of six apple slices will have a little bite taken out of it. He is keenly aware of any airplanes, motorcycles, trucks, or trash trucks in the vicinity and will always point them out.
Parker loves his sister and cries whenever we drop her off at preschool. He hates being up before her in the mornings and asks for her constantly until she wakes up. He wants to do everything that she does, so luckily she's a pretty good example! He is keenly aware of which colors are Kenley's favorite, and takes special care to save anything red, pink, or purple for her. He loves to snuggle when he wakes up from his naps, and is overall pretty affectionate and sweet. He adds so much to our little family, and I couldn't imagine my life without him.
Parker is such a joy to our family. He definitely has his tempermental moments, but overall he is such a sweet and mild-mannered little boy. He loves any form of transportation, especially motorcycles, along with animals, books, and balls. It's not unusual to have a quiet house and think, "Uh-oh, where's Parker? What's he gotten into?" and find him on his floor just quietly reading. He has a funny little eating quirk (when he's actually eating), where he takes one bite of each piece of something, and then another bite of each piece. So it's not unusual to look over and each of six apple slices will have a little bite taken out of it. He is keenly aware of any airplanes, motorcycles, trucks, or trash trucks in the vicinity and will always point them out.
Parker loves his sister and cries whenever we drop her off at preschool. He hates being up before her in the mornings and asks for her constantly until she wakes up. He wants to do everything that she does, so luckily she's a pretty good example! He is keenly aware of which colors are Kenley's favorite, and takes special care to save anything red, pink, or purple for her. He loves to snuggle when he wakes up from his naps, and is overall pretty affectionate and sweet. He adds so much to our little family, and I couldn't imagine my life without him.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Oh my darling Kenley Mae
So I know I've been a disappointment as a blogger, but I have lots percolating, don't you worry. Including a musing on dinner battles and an inspirational post on the power of short bursts of cleaning. But to tide you over, here are three of tonight's best quotes, courtesy of Miss Kenley.
Tonight I was pulling out the next size of clothes for Parker, taking any tags off, and throwing them in the hamper. Kenley sat next to me and exclaimed over the cute stuff. To one shirt she said, "Oh my darling!" I assume she was mixing up the phrases "oh my gosh" and the song Oh My Darlin' Clementine rather than attempting to channel the unfortunate "Oh my *anything*" that was the slang of choice for Utah natives during my college years, but hey, you never know.
Second, when Parker was in his new PJs tonight, she told him, "You look gorgeous!"
And third, in the bathtub tonight, after bumping her head on the edge and getting water poured on her head by her brother, she told me, "You need to come get me out of dis tub! I am having so many issues in here tonight!" Yes, this child is three years old.
I told my sister a gross story today and she told me I needed to post it on my blog because you know everyone has the weird inferiority complex where we all believe everyone else is living these amusing, perfect, clean house lives that they represent on their blogs. So here's the nitty-gritty. This is gross, don't say I didn't warn you. I wouldn't read it if I were you (at first I just typed "if I were me" but that didn't sound quite right or make any sense). Anyway, last night Parker threw up all over our bathroom and when I went in to help James clean it up, the smell just hit me. Kenley's quite the puker and usually I'm fine, but I think I've just thrown up so much the last few months I'm still a little sensitive to the smell. Anyway, I started gagging and barely made it our other toilet myself, throwing up so hard and so much that my nose started gushing blood. Like, a lot of blood. So I was puking and blood was pouring out of my nose into the toilet all at the same time. It was so nasty. I know because I inexplicably turned on the light afterwards to look. So see? We're not all glamour and perfection around here. Just most of the time. ;)
Tonight I was pulling out the next size of clothes for Parker, taking any tags off, and throwing them in the hamper. Kenley sat next to me and exclaimed over the cute stuff. To one shirt she said, "Oh my darling!" I assume she was mixing up the phrases "oh my gosh" and the song Oh My Darlin' Clementine rather than attempting to channel the unfortunate "Oh my *anything*" that was the slang of choice for Utah natives during my college years, but hey, you never know.
Second, when Parker was in his new PJs tonight, she told him, "You look gorgeous!"
And third, in the bathtub tonight, after bumping her head on the edge and getting water poured on her head by her brother, she told me, "You need to come get me out of dis tub! I am having so many issues in here tonight!" Yes, this child is three years old.
I told my sister a gross story today and she told me I needed to post it on my blog because you know everyone has the weird inferiority complex where we all believe everyone else is living these amusing, perfect, clean house lives that they represent on their blogs. So here's the nitty-gritty. This is gross, don't say I didn't warn you. I wouldn't read it if I were you (at first I just typed "if I were me" but that didn't sound quite right or make any sense). Anyway, last night Parker threw up all over our bathroom and when I went in to help James clean it up, the smell just hit me. Kenley's quite the puker and usually I'm fine, but I think I've just thrown up so much the last few months I'm still a little sensitive to the smell. Anyway, I started gagging and barely made it our other toilet myself, throwing up so hard and so much that my nose started gushing blood. Like, a lot of blood. So I was puking and blood was pouring out of my nose into the toilet all at the same time. It was so nasty. I know because I inexplicably turned on the light afterwards to look. So see? We're not all glamour and perfection around here. Just most of the time. ;)
Friday, March 06, 2009
Pay It Forward
Pay it FORWARD...
How it works:The FIRST THREE people to leave a comment on this post will receive at some point during this year a handmade gift from me. What it will be and when it will arrive will be a total surprise--to both of us (well, I'm going to change that part - the only thing I can make is cute invitations and announcements on Photoshop, so that's what it'll be)! The CATCH is that YOU MUST PLAY TOO! Before you leave your comment here, write a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going (you can cut and paste these instructions). Then come back and let me know that you are going to play, and sit back and anticipate the arrival of your gift. It's THAT easy! Remember, only the FIRST THREE comments will qualify. Good luck!
How it works:The FIRST THREE people to leave a comment on this post will receive at some point during this year a handmade gift from me. What it will be and when it will arrive will be a total surprise--to both of us (well, I'm going to change that part - the only thing I can make is cute invitations and announcements on Photoshop, so that's what it'll be)! The CATCH is that YOU MUST PLAY TOO! Before you leave your comment here, write a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going (you can cut and paste these instructions). Then come back and let me know that you are going to play, and sit back and anticipate the arrival of your gift. It's THAT easy! Remember, only the FIRST THREE comments will qualify. Good luck!
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Trip to Utah!
Last week we headed to Utah for a to see the Hamptons. We drove, and it actually went pretty smoothly both directions. Forget that crazy Bumbo seat, the portable DVD player is for SURE the best parenting invention in recent memory. I told James every time we use it I would pay the $100 it cost us all over again. It was fabulous. We left in the afternoon both ways, so the kids just played, watched movies, and slept in their carseats the whole time. We had a few tears but really it was relatively painless. I'm positive it will be the quietest road trip to Utah we will ever have.
Monday we just sort of relaxed, slept, and visited with the family.
Tuesday we were able to visit the awesome Children's Museum at the Gateway Mall again. We went last year, but the kids loved it even more this time around.
Then that night I got together with several of my old roommates and our kids, eight toddlers and babies in all. Remind me never to have octuplets. It was noisy. Next time we'll ditch the kids and meet for Cafe Rio! But it was fun to see everyone's kids, and thanks to Autumn for hosting the craziness!
Wednesday we met up with my sister and did some sledding. Boy am I glad I don't deal with snow clothes on a regular basis. Seriously. But the kids had a great time, except Parker couldn't really grasp the concept of "the bottom of the hill." So every time we got to the bottom he'd burst into tears, refuse to get off the sled, and just keep repeating "more, more!" until we had to haul him up the hill crying and dripping cold snot.
Wednesday night was a fun and rowdy family dinner. The cousins had a great time playing together and with all their aunts and uncles. I wish we lived closer so we could have more chances to do this.
Thursday it was time to head out of town but first we met Sheena and her family at the little farm at Thanksgiving Point. Kenley is convinced that Sheena's daughter Lila is her "very best friend" even though she's only met her once, so we thought we'd give the girls a chance to hang. Parker managed to get bitten by a donkey. My friend Brooke pointed out that between the fall into the duck pond at the Wild Animal Park and the donkey bite, perhaps we should try to keep Parker away from animals. But he just loves them so darn much, that's always the problem.
So there you go. Don't you wish I posted such a detailed post every week of my life?
Monday we just sort of relaxed, slept, and visited with the family.
Tuesday we were able to visit the awesome Children's Museum at the Gateway Mall again. We went last year, but the kids loved it even more this time around.
Then that night I got together with several of my old roommates and our kids, eight toddlers and babies in all. Remind me never to have octuplets. It was noisy. Next time we'll ditch the kids and meet for Cafe Rio! But it was fun to see everyone's kids, and thanks to Autumn for hosting the craziness!
Wednesday we met up with my sister and did some sledding. Boy am I glad I don't deal with snow clothes on a regular basis. Seriously. But the kids had a great time, except Parker couldn't really grasp the concept of "the bottom of the hill." So every time we got to the bottom he'd burst into tears, refuse to get off the sled, and just keep repeating "more, more!" until we had to haul him up the hill crying and dripping cold snot.
Wednesday night was a fun and rowdy family dinner. The cousins had a great time playing together and with all their aunts and uncles. I wish we lived closer so we could have more chances to do this.
Thursday it was time to head out of town but first we met Sheena and her family at the little farm at Thanksgiving Point. Kenley is convinced that Sheena's daughter Lila is her "very best friend" even though she's only met her once, so we thought we'd give the girls a chance to hang. Parker managed to get bitten by a donkey. My friend Brooke pointed out that between the fall into the duck pond at the Wild Animal Park and the donkey bite, perhaps we should try to keep Parker away from animals. But he just loves them so darn much, that's always the problem.
So there you go. Don't you wish I posted such a detailed post every week of my life?
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Three mini things, in reverse chronological order
1. I just opened the pantry and a box of Whoppers fell on my head. That's dangerous. So I ate them.
2. Tonight at dinner both kids were wolfing down some canned pears, and Kenley finished hers and wanted me to open some more. I told her she had to finish her dinner and then think about if her tummy was really still hungry before I opened another whole can. For some reason that sent her into a frowny-faced funk and she went and sat on a duffel bag and started to cry. And my sweet little Parker, even though he had been eating his pears rather enthusiastically (?!?), decided to offer his pears to her and then proceeded to feed her all the rest out of his bowl as she sniffled and wiped her tears. It was so sweet. Those two just warm my heart, I tell ya.
3. Yesterday morning James was home and told the kids they couldn't watch cartoons, and he turned on Fox News instead. While he dutifully emptied the car from our trip, I slept on the couch and Kenley hatched a plan. She comes up to me and whispers in her most conspiratorial voice, "Um, Mommy? Dis show is kind of crazy. And you not really crazy. You dest... nice. So how bout we watch a nice show instead? Like a cartoon."
2. Tonight at dinner both kids were wolfing down some canned pears, and Kenley finished hers and wanted me to open some more. I told her she had to finish her dinner and then think about if her tummy was really still hungry before I opened another whole can. For some reason that sent her into a frowny-faced funk and she went and sat on a duffel bag and started to cry. And my sweet little Parker, even though he had been eating his pears rather enthusiastically (?!?), decided to offer his pears to her and then proceeded to feed her all the rest out of his bowl as she sniffled and wiped her tears. It was so sweet. Those two just warm my heart, I tell ya.
3. Yesterday morning James was home and told the kids they couldn't watch cartoons, and he turned on Fox News instead. While he dutifully emptied the car from our trip, I slept on the couch and Kenley hatched a plan. She comes up to me and whispers in her most conspiratorial voice, "Um, Mommy? Dis show is kind of crazy. And you not really crazy. You dest... nice. So how bout we watch a nice show instead? Like a cartoon."
Friday, February 20, 2009
The Big 3-0
You know those demure, humble people who would like nothing better than for their birthdays to slip by unnoticed and unacknowledged? Yeah, that's not me. I love my birthday. I love a whole day dedicated to celebrating that I was born. That's awesome! Reflects on my self-centeredness, but if you know me, you know that's not a trait I go to great lengths to hide anyway.
Luckily I have an awesome husband, amazing family, and wonderful friends who are willing to celebrate me to my heart's content. Except my mom? Refuses to make me my favorite cake for my birthday! She will only make her own favorite! We compromised this year and did brownies instead (Ghirardelli. From a box. So there, pastry chef husband). But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So anyway, this year I turned 30 - can you believe it?! We started the day with my favorite breakfast... These... Yes, the Pillsbury kind. You can wish mean thoughts upon me for wasting my husband's culinary talents. Whatever. It was my birthday.
Then I had to go to the DMV for an hour to renew my license. Not that fun but I did appreciate listening to other people's toddlers instead of my own, for a change.
Then I got back and we did birthday presents and lunch. We were going to wait for a while to do presents, but Kenley was walking around clutching a present saying things like, "Is this box for your lip gloss? Oh, I mean your jewelries? So do you put your lip gloss box, I mean your jewelry box, right down here? Oh. You working on the lip gloss Mommy? I mean the computer? I just holding these lip glosses, I mean special present for you." So I had to quickly open my (surprise!) lip gloss and some cute new maternity capris before she realized she was spilling the beans on her special present when she was trying so hard not to.
Then we headed down to my mom's and I picked up my crazy sister from the airport and hung out with her for a while. She's been gone for a few weeks, so just having her back was a great birthday present all by itself. Then I got a nap (HOORAY!), and then we had a birthday dinner.
After dinner we rented the mini-field at the Soccer Park and had a Katie Hampton Commemorative 30th Birthday Soccer Classic. It was so much fun, and a great workout. We played 4-on-4, and just rotated out as we needed to, which was embarrassingly often. It made me realize I miss playing soccer though. At our "halftime," we let all the kids come down and "play" on the field. Kenley was the oldest of the six kids there, so that was for sure some entertainment. My team won 3-2, thanks to TWO goals from awesome Whitney and one from my talented husband. Thanks to everyone who came and played!
Also, thanks for the many birthday well-wishes via Facebook, texts, e-mails, and phone calls. Really I felt so loved. And if you're reading this thinking, "Oh crap I totally forgot it was her birthday," just don't even worry about it. The ironic thing is that while I love people making a big deal out of my birthday, I am HORRIBLE about remembering everyone else's. So... happy birthday right now to all my friends.
Now for a total overload of soccer pics:
The teams....
Cute kid pics:
And the adult pics (sorry, tried to keep the most awkward-looking ones out of there):
Luckily I have an awesome husband, amazing family, and wonderful friends who are willing to celebrate me to my heart's content. Except my mom? Refuses to make me my favorite cake for my birthday! She will only make her own favorite! We compromised this year and did brownies instead (Ghirardelli. From a box. So there, pastry chef husband). But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So anyway, this year I turned 30 - can you believe it?! We started the day with my favorite breakfast... These... Yes, the Pillsbury kind. You can wish mean thoughts upon me for wasting my husband's culinary talents. Whatever. It was my birthday.
Then I had to go to the DMV for an hour to renew my license. Not that fun but I did appreciate listening to other people's toddlers instead of my own, for a change.
Then I got back and we did birthday presents and lunch. We were going to wait for a while to do presents, but Kenley was walking around clutching a present saying things like, "Is this box for your lip gloss? Oh, I mean your jewelries? So do you put your lip gloss box, I mean your jewelry box, right down here? Oh. You working on the lip gloss Mommy? I mean the computer? I just holding these lip glosses, I mean special present for you." So I had to quickly open my (surprise!) lip gloss and some cute new maternity capris before she realized she was spilling the beans on her special present when she was trying so hard not to.
Then we headed down to my mom's and I picked up my crazy sister from the airport and hung out with her for a while. She's been gone for a few weeks, so just having her back was a great birthday present all by itself. Then I got a nap (HOORAY!), and then we had a birthday dinner.
After dinner we rented the mini-field at the Soccer Park and had a Katie Hampton Commemorative 30th Birthday Soccer Classic. It was so much fun, and a great workout. We played 4-on-4, and just rotated out as we needed to, which was embarrassingly often. It made me realize I miss playing soccer though. At our "halftime," we let all the kids come down and "play" on the field. Kenley was the oldest of the six kids there, so that was for sure some entertainment. My team won 3-2, thanks to TWO goals from awesome Whitney and one from my talented husband. Thanks to everyone who came and played!
Also, thanks for the many birthday well-wishes via Facebook, texts, e-mails, and phone calls. Really I felt so loved. And if you're reading this thinking, "Oh crap I totally forgot it was her birthday," just don't even worry about it. The ironic thing is that while I love people making a big deal out of my birthday, I am HORRIBLE about remembering everyone else's. So... happy birthday right now to all my friends.
Now for a total overload of soccer pics:
The teams....
Cute kid pics:
And the adult pics (sorry, tried to keep the most awkward-looking ones out of there):
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