It's been a long time since I've blogged about anything but my kids. Since moving we now have basic TV channels in our room. We didn't have any TV at our last house and we still don't in the rest of the house. But since having Maisy I'll lounge on our bed to feed her and I'll turn on the TV. I am truly irritated when companies use foreign accents to sell their products. I realize that research shows people fall for this ploy all the time, but I don't think that someone with an accent is more sophisticated, cultured or educated than I am. So why would I do what they say. Seriously why would I buy insurance from a lizard with a British accent, or allergy medicine from a bee that sounds like Antonio Bandaras.
Also that Abby Barnell, or whoever she is, that does the radio news updates with the accent makes me want to tear my eyes out. I can't stand her, I think she's snobbish. I don't really know her, I just don't want to listen to her.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Uncle Wayne
My sister, Michelle, said it best so I'm just going to copy it. This is who he was for us.
Thanks Uncle Wayne for being a constant in our lives. You were always there, you never moved away from us, you never changed your beliefs, you were always there to entertain us, whether it was a joke, a cartoon voice or sing to us. I think you knew so much trivia that you could have put my husband to shame. Thanks for sacrificing so much to be our Uncle here on earth, I will miss you!
Thanks Uncle Wayne for being a constant in our lives. You were always there, you never moved away from us, you never changed your beliefs, you were always there to entertain us, whether it was a joke, a cartoon voice or sing to us. I think you knew so much trivia that you could have put my husband to shame. Thanks for sacrificing so much to be our Uncle here on earth, I will miss you!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Sewing Bug
Once I start sewing one thing, I can't stop. I want to just make more things, regardless of whether they are necessary.
This first set is necessary. I needed padded covers for my new trailer/jogger so the nylon straps didn't cut into my kids necks.
To take the new stroller and covers for a test run we went roller blading. Unfortunately Maisy needs to grow a little to really fit.
And this is what I look like after my first aerobic workout in 2 months.
Then just because I liked this material and I felt that I needed a bag for the library, I made this.
Please pretend like I don't have a closet full of bags that could do the same thing.
In the middle of all this sewing we had a couple of bloody noses. This is what one looks like mostly cleaned up.
I feel like I need to teach Dylan to say, "You should have seen the other guy." Poor kid. I had to take a picture because I just couldn't believe the amount of blood.
So, I trying to copy Claire's cute headbands this is what I came up with. It's a little big and unproportional to Maisy's tiny head, but I think it's moving in the right direction.
All of these were just scraps of material I had left over from other sewing projects, so this headband isn't exactly the cutest material. But try to catch the vision.
This first set is necessary. I needed padded covers for my new trailer/jogger so the nylon straps didn't cut into my kids necks.
To take the new stroller and covers for a test run we went roller blading. Unfortunately Maisy needs to grow a little to really fit.
And this is what I look like after my first aerobic workout in 2 months.
Then just because I liked this material and I felt that I needed a bag for the library, I made this.
Please pretend like I don't have a closet full of bags that could do the same thing.In the middle of all this sewing we had a couple of bloody noses. This is what one looks like mostly cleaned up.
I feel like I need to teach Dylan to say, "You should have seen the other guy." Poor kid. I had to take a picture because I just couldn't believe the amount of blood.So, I trying to copy Claire's cute headbands this is what I came up with. It's a little big and unproportional to Maisy's tiny head, but I think it's moving in the right direction.
All of these were just scraps of material I had left over from other sewing projects, so this headband isn't exactly the cutest material. But try to catch the vision.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
First Waterski Trip
So we had our first waterski trip of the season. Hopefully the first of many more, since it rained almost every weekend last summer.
Dylan was very excited to drive fast and splash off the swim deck. The real danger in letting a 2 year old drive is you have to have room for a full serpentine pattern. He turns the wheel all the way one way then back again.
But he was not too happy about me taking a picture of him in his cute suit before we left. Maisy on the other hand looks adorable even though she had been crying too.
I was really surprised when Wes got right in to wakeboard. He hasn't done it much since he broke his eye in a face plant a few years ago. And I thought he'd wimp out from the cold water, seeing as how it's still so early in the year. Well the water was 71 and Wes was going for it.
As a side note, I'm really impressed with Wes. He's biked to work the last couple of days in an effort to get into shape. Heaven knows it's not to help the environment. He says he needs more leg strength and endurance for wakeboarding and skate boarding, so he can do what he wants. I'm very proud, but we'll see how long it lasts.
Dylan was a cheerleader, clapping and saying, "Good job, Unc Ev."
That's when he wasn't putting the moves on Evan's girlfriend Whitney.
Maisy was a trooper in a life jacket that was way too big for her, but the smallest they make. And she was definitely happier when the boat was going.
My pride couldn't let Wes get in and me sit on the boat. So I sucked it up and did a very little bit of wakeboarding too late in the day.
The water was really rough, so we'll call it a practice run, seeing how it's the first trip of the season and all. Not because I had a hungry baby on the boat.
We ended the trip in the new tube so Dylan could get out and do something.
He has no fear just going back and forth between Evan and I like he couldn't go flying off if we didn't have a hold of him.
Dylan was very excited to drive fast and splash off the swim deck. The real danger in letting a 2 year old drive is you have to have room for a full serpentine pattern. He turns the wheel all the way one way then back again.
But he was not too happy about me taking a picture of him in his cute suit before we left. Maisy on the other hand looks adorable even though she had been crying too.
I was really surprised when Wes got right in to wakeboard. He hasn't done it much since he broke his eye in a face plant a few years ago. And I thought he'd wimp out from the cold water, seeing as how it's still so early in the year. Well the water was 71 and Wes was going for it.
As a side note, I'm really impressed with Wes. He's biked to work the last couple of days in an effort to get into shape. Heaven knows it's not to help the environment. He says he needs more leg strength and endurance for wakeboarding and skate boarding, so he can do what he wants. I'm very proud, but we'll see how long it lasts.Dylan was a cheerleader, clapping and saying, "Good job, Unc Ev."
That's when he wasn't putting the moves on Evan's girlfriend Whitney.
Maisy was a trooper in a life jacket that was way too big for her, but the smallest they make. And she was definitely happier when the boat was going.My pride couldn't let Wes get in and me sit on the boat. So I sucked it up and did a very little bit of wakeboarding too late in the day.
The water was really rough, so we'll call it a practice run, seeing how it's the first trip of the season and all. Not because I had a hungry baby on the boat.We ended the trip in the new tube so Dylan could get out and do something.
He has no fear just going back and forth between Evan and I like he couldn't go flying off if we didn't have a hold of him.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I Can't Keep Up
I'm lame. I haven't taken my own pictures. I'm stealing these from my mom's blog.
I had my magical 29th birthday on the 29th of May. I would like the point to be taken that I will not get any older than this. It's done. I might reconsider if I can turn 30 on a beach after a good dive.
This year we had my birthday party in the back yard. Not because it's amazingly nice, but because the river in the canyon scares me with little kids around. It was great and thanks everyone for coming to the last birthday party I'll ever have.
I have the best husband who got me everything I wanted for my birthday even if he wasn't planning on it. I'm spoiled. I got a bike trailer/jogger, and I've already biked to the grocery store twice with Dylan. On a side note I'm super out of shape and thought my legs would fall off. I have also joined the 21st century by getting an ipod. I'm still not allowed to download songs at our house, but it's a start.
Maisy had her 2 month check up today and though you might not be able to tell from the picture, her head is too small.
We have to check back in a month to see if her head has grown together or if we need to get x-rays. All I know is that I don't want to have another baby have a major surgery. This time feels less life and death so I'm not so worried. She's a beautiful baby with wonderfully squishy cheeks that are the best to kiss. She has the cutest dimple when she smiles, and she thinks it's funny to stick her tongue out at you. If she gets upset while on her tummy she pushes with her legs and has done a lap around her crib. And her hair is growing back in quite nicely. There may be piggies by 1 year yet.
This little kid is a chip off the old block. Here he is dressed like his dad. He flips his sunglasses to the back of his head to be like dad. He told me he goes to the "man store" with dad, not mom. Today he told me he needed a backpack to go to school. I told him he had to have another birthday before he could go to school. It made me kind of sad that he wants to grow up at all. I want him to just stay little and drive his trucks all over the couch.
I had my magical 29th birthday on the 29th of May. I would like the point to be taken that I will not get any older than this. It's done. I might reconsider if I can turn 30 on a beach after a good dive.
This year we had my birthday party in the back yard. Not because it's amazingly nice, but because the river in the canyon scares me with little kids around. It was great and thanks everyone for coming to the last birthday party I'll ever have.I have the best husband who got me everything I wanted for my birthday even if he wasn't planning on it. I'm spoiled. I got a bike trailer/jogger, and I've already biked to the grocery store twice with Dylan. On a side note I'm super out of shape and thought my legs would fall off. I have also joined the 21st century by getting an ipod. I'm still not allowed to download songs at our house, but it's a start.
Maisy had her 2 month check up today and though you might not be able to tell from the picture, her head is too small.
We have to check back in a month to see if her head has grown together or if we need to get x-rays. All I know is that I don't want to have another baby have a major surgery. This time feels less life and death so I'm not so worried. She's a beautiful baby with wonderfully squishy cheeks that are the best to kiss. She has the cutest dimple when she smiles, and she thinks it's funny to stick her tongue out at you. If she gets upset while on her tummy she pushes with her legs and has done a lap around her crib. And her hair is growing back in quite nicely. There may be piggies by 1 year yet. This little kid is a chip off the old block. Here he is dressed like his dad. He flips his sunglasses to the back of his head to be like dad. He told me he goes to the "man store" with dad, not mom. Today he told me he needed a backpack to go to school. I told him he had to have another birthday before he could go to school. It made me kind of sad that he wants to grow up at all. I want him to just stay little and drive his trucks all over the couch.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
So Clever
About once a week we go to my dad's shop to have "big fries with Grandpa and Unc Ev". After our lunch Dylan went upstairs to raid the Tootsie Roll bowl, and came down with one in each pocket. My brother grabbed one from him and dropped it down his shirt to hide it from him. Then said, "Look. I'm going to be a magician." So he told Dylan to close his eyes and pulled the candy out of his shirt and told Dylan to open his eyes as he magically pulled it out of Dylan's ear. Of course DVS squealed about it because it was the coolest thing. My brother was feeling like the most awesome uncle in the world. And if it's fun once, then naturally it's still funny a second time. So he did it again, but Dylan didn't think it was as neat this time. Dylan took his candy back from Evan and said, "Unc Ev, close you eyes."
My boy is no dummy.
My boy is no dummy.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Things That Make Me Happy
What makes me the happiest these days is when Dylan says, "Okay, Mom." These two little words are heaven on my ears and my heart. It means he's going to do what I asked without arguing, and I don't have to decide whether or not we have to have a fight about it or not. What may make me the second happiest is to hear, "Okay, Dad." Because that means I'm not going to hear, "I need Mom!" screeched at the top of his lungs. Which is a phrase that may make me the craziest.
The whole family snuggling in our bed on Saturday morning while I doze makes me happy.
Sneaking time to read a book makes me happy as much as a clean house.
That Dylan can say complete sentences that I understand most of the time makes me happy. I love this picture because Dylan is reading a book to Mela. It makes me happy that he thinks she's his friend.
Dylan showing me a happy face makes me happy. Him saying, "I need to kiss you cheek," makes me very happy.
Dylan singing "Sunbeam" to Maisy so that she'll stop crying makes me happy. Then I laugh when he says, "He hurt my ears."
Maisy only waking up once during the night makes me happy. Unfortunately this doesn't happen every night.
Maisy's hair falling out makes me sad. Her male pattern baldness is getting worse, but she's still cute. She's started smiling and cooing a bit and she's adorable.
My husband makes me happy, because he's worked hard doing something he hates. Manual labor. He's pulled out all the awful bushes in our backyard so that someday we can have something nice back there.
The whole family snuggling in our bed on Saturday morning while I doze makes me happy.
Sneaking time to read a book makes me happy as much as a clean house.
That Dylan can say complete sentences that I understand most of the time makes me happy. I love this picture because Dylan is reading a book to Mela. It makes me happy that he thinks she's his friend.
Dylan showing me a happy face makes me happy. Him saying, "I need to kiss you cheek," makes me very happy.
Dylan singing "Sunbeam" to Maisy so that she'll stop crying makes me happy. Then I laugh when he says, "He hurt my ears."
Maisy only waking up once during the night makes me happy. Unfortunately this doesn't happen every night.
Maisy's hair falling out makes me sad. Her male pattern baldness is getting worse, but she's still cute. She's started smiling and cooing a bit and she's adorable.
My husband makes me happy, because he's worked hard doing something he hates. Manual labor. He's pulled out all the awful bushes in our backyard so that someday we can have something nice back there.
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