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October 24, 2010
Not until today has the thought crossed my mind that maybe Pearl is tired of having a little brother. As Jeff and I were getting dressed for church we heard this smack/thud sort of noise then a blood curling scream from Cole. Seconds later Pearl starts screaming. We run out into the living room as we're throwing our clothes on and find two crying, hysterical kids and one light saber. Cole has a goose ache on his forehead and Pearl is telling us Cole hit her. Uh, yeah right. I take Cole, Jeff takes Pearl and after 10 minutes of hyperventilating we get them calmed down. I'm still not sure exactly what happened.
But that wasn't the only incident today. Pearl must think Cole is big enough now to play with her... or she's trying to get rid of him. I can't tell you how many times we had to tell Pearl to stop hitting her brother, to stay away from his head, to be soft, to be nice, to not put ANYTHING near his face, and to keep the bubbles and water away from his eyes. Poor little guy. I know Pearl loves him but geez, what's next?
October 23, 2010
I don't get. I enter Cole into a beautiful baby contest and we lose. Jeff enters a picture of Cole into a contest and wins two tickets to the USU Homecoming football game this weekend. Granted, we'd have been there anyway (ok, so just Jeff would have been at the game) but still!
So we drove up and saw the last 20 minutes of the parade... snagging a handful of tootsie rolls and a bag of Aggie squeaky cheese from the Food Science float. Hit lunch with my parents and brother and then went to the game. We got ourselves Big Blue tattoos and stopped by the new Merlin J. Olsen statue. Then Pearl, Cole, and I sat through the first half of the game before high-tailing it out of there just as the clouds erupted. Jeff didn't make it out so lucky. He actually called me to come and pick him up EARLY because he was quite literally soaked to the bone. And he wonders why I'm not sold on getting two season tickets to the football games yet.
It was hard to pick a single picture for today's events but this one made me smile for three reasons. One, because Pearl still has her tattoo on. Yes, we let her go to church with it on her face. And yes, she proudly told everyone who Big Blue was. Two, because Pearl was so excited to see Big Blue... that is until she actually saw him. Three, because she asked her Dad to make her a True Aggie! She happened to over hear us talking about becoming true Aggies (yes, we both are) and was super excited about the whole idea. Pearl didn't get why that wouldn't work... I think it's still creeping Jeff out a little... but it was hilarious!
October 22, 2010
It's midnight and I'm throwing the last load of laundry in to dry. I think I'm turning into my mother. She pulls all-nighters with laundry. Seriously, the woman stays up until 3 in the morning sorting, washing, drying, and folding. The whole process would speed up drastically if she'd just combine the boy white socks with the girl white socks (yes, I'm serious) and ex-na a few piles of colors like white tee-shirts with colored letters on them or combine the pinks and the reds. But no, my mom washes each color separately... sometimes even dividing a single color out into two or three other piles if there are multiple shades. She's that anal about it. The woman can get just about any stain out of a soccer uniform. And she only shrunk one sweater of mine in high school but I really think it was some sort of freak accident with our dryer.
I still have a ways to go before I'm my mom because I committed a cardinal laundry sin... I mixed my red sheets with white dish towels and I think a lone blue hand towel. I'm sure a small part of my mom has just died reading my confession. But give me a few years (and maybe a bigger house with a laundry room) and I'm sure I'll turn into a second generation laundry Nazi just like my mom.
October 21, 2010
This week something must have clicked for Cole... he decided he was tired of flopping around and having someone hold him all the time.
I know this picture is crappy but it's proof that Cole can sit up. All by himself. Why do babies grow up? Why?
October 20, 2010
Pearl knows better than to sneak into our neighbor's front room. Mostly because it's filled with future presents for her... and she knows it. It reminds me of going to my grandma's house and seeing what was in the "prize drawer." I'm sure my parents hated that drawer because we ended up with some other toy to take home, even if we'd been there the day before.
But that's the right of a grandparent I guess... to spoil and send home!
And so tonight Pearl ended up with this. A hula hoop. She didn't quite get the whole hip thrusting action required to make it stay up so we resorted to playing lions in the circus and jumping through it. But after a day or two of practice, she's gotten pretty good at it. She spins inside of it while it spins around her waist. I'll admit, she's got better hula hoop skills than me.
October 19, 2010
This afternoon I was reminded why I still work. This book.
It's the third year I've been able to work on it and it never gets any easier. The families who share their story of losing a teenager in a motor vehicle crash are amazing. Their courage is humbling. Their stories are heart breaking.
Every year there are a couple of families that just touch my heart. The first year it was Keifer and Shelbie. I was finally able to meet Shelbie's parents at our remembrance event last week. I was in tears. The second year it was Kristin and Xander. And this year it was Jake. Jake's dad was my little brother's teacher in elementary school. Jake played soccer for the Sky View Bobcats. He was killed on the highway in Hyde Park... the same intersection that I drove through nearly every day going to school. It hit home, again. Every time I do something stupid in the car I see their faces. I hear their parents pleas to other drivers in the hope that no one will ever suffer the pain and loss they have. I will never forget them.
So, please I'm asking each of you to read their stories and learn from them. Cherish every moment with your kids. Because all too often, you don't get to say goodbye.
October 18, 2010
I'm not sure Jeff appreciated me calling his favorite lunch a "nooner." In fact, I'm pretty sure most people who saw that weren't quite sure what to think. But I was trying to be funny.
At any rate, Jeff and I had an actual date night today. Yesterday as we were trying to haul two kids out to the car after church a lady in our ward stopped us and told us she was coming over tonight to watch our kids - with dinner... a delicious beef pot pie - so we could go enjoy ourselves. I immediately thought to myself, "Do I really look THAT frazzled?" There was no use trying to talk her out of it... the heavenly beings above obviously read my blog and figured it was high time to teach me the importance of continued courtship during marriage. Since we haven't done this in a long time, we started out slow... ice cream at Baskin Robbins. Jeff printed me a "happy half birthday" coupon to use. Big splurgers we are! We weren't gone too long knowing full well my best friend was probably a bit confused to see his milk machine leave him but it was nice to get out just the two of us. Even if we ended up just arguing about what to buy Pearl for Christmas. Jeff says a bike, camera, i-pod, or 4 wheeler. I say a dollhouse, art stuff, and toys. Guess we'll be going on a few more dates before Christmas rolls around.
October 24, 2010
