Thursday, February 26, 2009

What The Baby Is Up To At Six Months

(Ollie's birthday is my half-birthday and vice versa. Isn't that cool?)
See his little tongue at work? He is still getting used to the chompers that broke through on February 5th. Just a little over five months old when he got his first teeth - all my kids so far have been overachievers.


You gotta admit the teeth only add to his bald-headed, pointy-eared charm.


He's still not too fond of rolling over, but he loves to work on his abs with some mad crunches.
(Look at those scrumptious thighs!)



Chad and I have always loved babies in their exersaucers. They concentrate so hard on the grabbing and chewing and bouncing, rotating around and around to make sure every toy (and their onesie) is covered in drool. This is their work, and they work hard at it. Ollie has been taking his chores very seriously.


Well, you know how it goes - time flies by way too quickly with a baby. He is changing. He gave up his binkie a month ago. He learned to say "DAH!" last week and just yesterday he started making this brand new noise all the time - an extended grunt that seems to only serve to get everyone's attention. He is constantly craning his neck to look at something that has caught his attention. You notice all these little things as a mom and think you will always be able to recall them, but you never truly do. I just want to freeze him for awhile so I can memorize every precious dimple on him, remember the way he moves, and continue breathing in his delicious baby breath.

He had his first solids today - the sweet baby breath will soon be gone.

I'm not the only mom who swoops in for a sniff every time her baby yawns am I?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Keepin' It Real Wednesday


I am 28 years old today and, let's face it, I am getting really getting some wrinkles. It is silly but I notice them most when I put my face next to Oliver's in the mirror. My skin looks positively leathery next to the lucious, six month old skin he is sporting.
Don't believe me? Here's a close-up of the above picture.

Don't you dare try and be all nice and say "oh, those are tiny" or anything like that. Let's be real here. I am aging. It's all good. I think they are mostly happy wrinkles.
And I really should pluck my eyebrows a bit.
And for the sake of keepin' it real, let me just state here that I think my eye color rocks, but it isn't something that anyone has ever complimented me on, so I guess others don't really notice it. I think it is because my eyes get all squinty when I smile. Like Gabe's picture on the side there.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Riverbanks Zoo

With some Christmas money from my parents, we decided to get a family membership to Riverbanks Zoo down in Columbia. We made a day of it of it last Saturday and had a great time. It was so nice to have a stress-free day out as a family.

One of the highlights was watching a diver feed the fish in the aquarium. The sting-ray was very friendly with him and kept cuddling up to him.

He had lots of different kinds of food to feed all the fish.

I am excited to take little day trips there through the coming year. Thanks Mom and Dad!

Friday, February 20, 2009

Chad's latest project


Now that someone will be leasing the flip house come March 1st, Chad has been working on a new project with his brothers. Meet his new baby.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

A Little Blenvy



This blog makes me wish for two things


#1 Sewing skills


#2 A little girl of my own to sew for

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Keepin' It Real Wednesday

Picture this:

It is the summer of 1999 and I am a freshman at BYU, sitting in the computer lab on the ground floor of the library. We are talking the old library, my friends. Remember it? A young man sits down next to me. I barely notice and am quite surprised when he starts up a conversation with me. We aren't talking one-word-answers-type-of-conversation. I realize that there is actually a hint of flirtation on his end of it. Hmmmm. I size him up. Cute in a 1990 Bayside High type of way. Floppy blond hair, blue eyes, definitely from Utah. Not my type, but I'm open-minded, right? He asks me what I am working on, which happens to be a paper for my dance class. Aren't I cute and feminine?

And then it happens - the event you envision happening the day you receive your acceptance letter from BYU.

The RM I met five minutes ago asks if I would like to go out sometime.

I say sure.....he gets my number......

And never calls.

WHAT-EVER!

Fast forward to fall semester. It is a misty early morning and I am walking to an 8 am Spanish class (8 AM?! Yes, I was young and stupid). I am headed towards Maiser Hill and right as I walk towards the doughy morning aroma of Brick Oven, I see Mr. Blondie, the very one who never called. He is across the street from me, and I have no fear of him recognizing me. I always remember people and they never remember me. Plus if he did recognize me, he wouldn't want to be seen, right?

The unthinkable happens and he calls my name and crosses the street to come chat me up.

At this point I become very aware of the fact that I have no make-up on, several blemishes, and my greasy hair pulled back. Stupid early morning class. If I am going to run into the guy who never called I want to look hot and adorable all at once (take that, lame-o!), not unwashed and matted (whew, thank goodness I fed that number to my dog).

He walks with me and chats away like it hasn't been a month and half since we last (and first) talked, and I start to wonder if maybe he had just previously lost my number or something and actually is interested. I quickly figure out a way to tell.

We are about to reach the corner of campus where you have a choice to go up a very steep group of stairs that takes you straight up to the edge of campus or a gradual ramp which will take you further in. Either way can take you to any building that you might need. Almost everyone chooses the ramp. I usually do.

He asks which way I go, and I point towards the steep stairs, testing to see if, in his interest of maintaining contact, he will choose the same way. I picture him trudging up the stairs next to me and breathlessly asking for my number again at the top.

What is his response?

Oh, I take the ramp. See you later.

The stairs were especially steep that day.

.................................................................................................

He was the only stranger who has ever come close to hitting on me (and at this point I think he did it on a dare). It hasn't happened since. Now, I know that any time I am in public now I usually have a couple of drooling rug rats hanging off me. And sure, my usual choice of attire - the fuzzy hooded black sweater that is somewhat reminiscent of an ape costume- isn't exactly screaming for that kind of attention.

But not even one measly "How you doing?" from the homeless-looking guy at the gas station?

Let me tell you ladies, your husband can be the most attractive man in the world (and mine is), and that'll still keep you humble.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Black and White Pictures

This is a kind of old picture of my sitting area. See those frames above the couch? They have black and white photos of the family. I took them down during Christmas to put a nativity up and decided I was going to swap the pictures out for new ones from last year before I put them back up. So here it is Feburary, the nativity is still there, and I finally ordered the pictures today. I ordered more than I need because I like to see what looks best in the frames, plus I have another frame that holds several pictures that I want to fill. I tried to choose pictures that were pretty and fun but also reflective of the year we had. I edited them in Picasa to try and give them all similar tone and lighting. One of my goals for 2009 is to learn more about photography, so I hope when I do this again next year I will have some more impressive pictures.





Monday, February 16, 2009

The Bacon Explosion Experience


Weave raw bacon together, add italian sausage and cooked bacon on top


Roll sausage up, roll bacon mat around it with the seam on the bottom. Isn't it pretty?


Cook at 250 for two or so hours until the internal temperature reads 165, top with barbeque sauce and put it under the broiler for a bit to crunch up the bacon....


It was pretty tasty. We served it sliced up and on a bun, and the Elders each had two sandwiches. It was about what I expected. It basically tasted like bacon and sausage. Everyone says you really do need to try it in a smoker to get the full effect, and I believe them because I think it would render the fat in the bacon more and meld it all together, but despite living in the Carolinas for four years I still don't own a smoker! Shocker, I know!
Once again, here is information central for the Bacon Explosion and here is a link to the oven recipe, which I didn't really follow.
I'm pretty sure our house is going to smell like bacon for a week or so.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Keepin' It Real Wednesday

I made myself some brownies last night. I told myself that it was my one last naughty treat to end the three-day-lack-of-sleep-induced-binge that I had been on.

Then this morning I was holding Oliver about half an hour after he awoke and he suddenly threw his snotty nose on my shoulder and started his sick whimper back up. I thought to myself, "Oh, one more day of this, huh?"

And this is what I had for breakfast:
A little bit of this:

Washed down with a lot of this:

Followed up by this:

And the scraps of Gabe's bagel (with cream cheese. Shhh, don't tell Ollie).

Maybe tomorrow.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Pay It Forward AND Get something free from me

Pay it Forward
The Rules
1. Be one of the first Three (3) bloggers to leave a comment on this post, which then entitles you to a handmade item from me.
2. Winners, you must post this challenge on your blog, meaning that you will Pay It Forward, creating a handmade gift for the first 3 bloggers who leave a comment on YOUR post about this giveaway!
3. The gift that you send to your three Friends can be from any price range and you have 365 days to make/ship your item. This means you should be willing to maintain your blog at least until you receive your gift and have shipped your gifts. And, remember: It’s the Spirit and the Thought That Count!
4. When you receive your gift, please feel free to blog about it, sharing appropriate Linky Love!

I won on Kari's blog - no link because it is private.

(Those of you who know me well are probably wondering what in the heck I will send the winners. So am I my friends, so am I. Should be entertaining.)

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Hold me


Do you find, as I do, that your patience with a sick baby is never ending?

At 1 am I found myself breathing in the hot, cherry-Tylenol breath of the little guy sleeping on my chest, kissing the top of his fuzzy head, and shushing nonstop into his ear. Oliver was full of mucus and unable to sleep on his back for longer than a half hour or so at a time. My eyes and arms were tired, but neither drooped until I heard his ragged breathing slowing. It is the most natural thing in the world to soothe the baby that you love when you know they are so miserable.

Isn't it nice to find that some virtues come so easily?

Friday, February 6, 2009

Commercials That I Hate Part I


The "He went to Jared" commercials. They make me mad every time I see them. Do any of you know women like the women in those commercials? I'm really not a jewelry person so I might not know what I am talking about, but those commercials actually make me think of Jared Jewelry as a really un-hip place to buy jewelry because they are so bad.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Chinese New Year

Last Friday we went to Colin's school to celebrate Chinese New Year. When we first got there, we were waiting for more parents to show up so the teacher had the kids play some games in Chinese. I always love to see that - little kids running around, laughing and shouting in a language that isn't their primary one. So fun! I just sit there thinking, "We are so lucky to be able to be a part of this!" Then we had a huge lunch with fried rice, dumplings, sesame chicken and fresh fruit. Gabe got to sit with Colin at his desk to eat and he seemed very proud.

After the lunch is was time for the entertainment. Each class had a dance, song or skit to perform. Having worked in dance classes for kids this age, I have to say that what they did was quite impressive. I could tell the teachers and kids worked long and hard on it.


At the end of their dance. The kids were so sweet, standing there accepting their applause.

Colin snuck a little wave in. Cutie.

Colin with some of his pals.
Colin's cheering section.
And, the video of his dance. I understand that most of you will not want to watch a three minute dance, but I know granny does, so here you go! The quality is horrible (stupid Blogger), and I didn't realize that when I zoomed in and out it got so fuzzy, so bear with me. Colin is absolutely adorable, by the way. He took his role as the line leader very seriously. Yep, that is him leading the way. He IS his mommy's child ;)

video
After show we went back to the class for dessert and the day was pretty much over. Ollie did not make it through all of the classes. About fifteen minutes before it ended I left the auditorium with him and Gabe to go feed him. Colin, who was sitting in front of us with his class, noticed me leave and thought I had left. When I met him back at his class he was crying. (sigh). He is very sensitive lately with things like that. Last week I told him I was going to go to his school for lunch. I was about five minutes late and when I got there he was in tears, thinking that I wasn't coming. I know that even though he is doing marvelous in school, it still stresses him out at times. It has been a very big adjustment for him.

The Bacon Explosion


Have you heard of *this? Bacon wrapped in sausage, wrapped in a mat made of bacon. I think I am going to make it the next time we have the Elders over for dinner. Dare me?
*New link, old one was asking me to register.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Happy Groundhog Day

Spring came on April 26 in 2001
Eight years ago today at Newport Beach, moments after Chad and I got engaged.