Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
The kids woke up at 7 this morning - just like they always do. I don't think they really understood what was ahead of them, or else they would have been up earlier. Once Asher saw what was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs it was a little hard to deter him. Here is the scene that met their twinkling little eyes this morning.
Here is how Asher reacted when we told him he had to sit of the stairs for the obligatory picture before he could go play.
Isaiah's big present was this "Bumbo" seat. I think it may be the greatest thing ever. And so does Isaiah. He's not quite big enough to sit up on his own yet, but in this seat he is the greatest sitter ever. He is also chewing on one of his new blocks.
Naomi loves her new My Little Pony. It changes color when cool or warm.
Here is a horrid shot of me showing off my fancy new boots. Thanks, Mom and Dad! I feel so darn sexy in these boots, it might be a bad thing. (....nope - it's not a bad thing...)
Here, Naomi is playing with her new Princess paraphernalia - including Cinderella's carriage!
And here is my biggest kid of all, Richard, with his new radio-controlled Helicopter.
And just in case you haven't had enough of our bed-head, big-smiles, pajama-clad, Christmas morning - here's a little video.
We had a great Christmas Eve, too. My college-buddy, Shanae, and her cute little family came over to our house. We had a great ham dinner, exchanged presents, acted out the Nativity (complete with a wandering Shepherd (Asher), a grumpy angel (Naomi) and a squirmy baby Jesus (Isaiah)) and played games. It was a great evening.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Here, he is half under the couch - which seems to be his favorite place these days. He is slightly mobile in that wiggle-til-I-get-where-I-want kind of way.
And here, our little Santa was so tired that he fell asleep in this crazy position - and stayed that way for like an hour.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Here are the candy canes from this morning. That's right - we had them right after breakfast. I tried to get them to wait until snack time, but Santa gave them to them in the morning - so they had to be eaten in the morning!
In other news, apparently Isaiah is huge! Look at the below picture to see the comparison of the boys. I know it's probably a funky angle or something - but Isaiah looks practically as big as Asher!
Stop growing, kids! (The one sock on Asher is classic. He always takes one sock off during his afternoon nap. I don't know why - but he ALWAYS does it. It's not even always the same foot!)
Monday, December 17, 2007
Not Making This Up: The chief operating and development officer of Yum brands, which includes Taco Bell, KFC, Long John Silver's and Pizza Hut, is named Mr. Hearl. Mr. Hearl is retiring and will be replaced by Mr. Eaton. Seriously. [Wall Street Journal]
The comments on the Consumerist were funny. Let's see if you can top them. Go ahead. Take a crack. There is so much to be made fun of.
Here's what it made me think of: When I was in the MTC one of my neighboring companionships was Sister Butt and Sister Weiner. Yep. For real. Whoever put them together is just CRUEL!
...I think I ramble too much in these blog posts. ...
The point is, here are the failed pics. Not good enough for a card, but good enough for a blog post.
We were attempting to make a joke by holding the "Peace" sign. I don't think it turned out all that funny.
Also, do you like our crooked star on the tree? It's a mutant tree! Half way up the trunk it splits into two trunks. So we twist-tied the two trunks together, hoping that would help. But it really doesn't. Oh well, it gives it some charm, right?
Saturday, December 15, 2007
This was the best work Christmas party that we've ever been to. A nice dinner, great conversation (and music quiet enough that you could still have a conversation), and a little dancing. We even won a great raffle prize.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
I was about to continue this post by saying something sweet, like "All it takes for him to fall asleep is for me to stand near his crib. He just likes to look at me while he drifts off. Sometimes I hold his hand while his little eyes droop. He just needs to know that I am near."
But since I just spent the last 45 minutes trying every trick I know to get him to fall asleep - I revoke all the sweet sayings about how easy he is and admit that he is a willful child. Stubborn little boy. He must take after his Daddy. (just kidding...sorta...) But it is very sweet when he falls asleep holding my hand or gazing at me.
Topic 2 - Lately Naomi has taken to saying no to me. Just outright refusing to do something that I've asked her to do. Sending her to her room is no longer effective since she loves it up there. So I started putting an X on the whiteboard in the kitchen every time she said no to me and if she gets to 4 X's I'm going to take her Barbies away. She hasn't gotten to 4 yet. So I guess that's working. But it got me to thinking about rewards versus punishment. Should I be rewarding her for not saying no instead of punishing her for saying no? I don't think so, in this case. But when are rewards the better option? And is there another option that I'm not seeing right now?
Topic 3 - Poor little Asher has gotten a cold and is having a hard time sleeping since he can't breathe through his nose at all. He keeps waking up and crying because trying to suck on a pacifier when you can't breathe through your nose is frustrating. Poor little guy.
Those are my musings. Good night all.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
These first two pics are of the "Christmas dress" Grandma sent to Naomi (I know, it's not at all Christmasey - but it is the perfect Naomi dress. She immediately started twirling and doing ballet.)
These two are of the cape that Grandma sent Naomi for her birthday. She feels just like Belle from Beauty and the Beast when she wears it (Belle sports one in the movie). I think this last photo really shows off Naomi's inner beauty. She is just such a sweet, angelic little girl and you see that in the picture.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Asher loves his "doggie hat" so much that he slept with it several times since we got it.
Poor Isaiah was so exhausted by his hard day of sitting in the stroller that he fell asleep in his snowsuit in the time that it took me to get coats, etc. off the older kids and I.
In other news, I guess I have a confession to make. My "week of want" didn't turn out quite as I thought. I gave in last night and had Richard pick up milk, bread and butter. Just the basics - but I feel bad for not making it. We have had some good meals this week. We even discovered that Naomi really likes tomato soup, which I never would have guessed (letting her "go fishing" for Goldfish crackers in her soup helped). Other meals were "pantry soup" (canned chicken, rice, broth, pinto beans, and corn) and blueberry muffins. Tonight we'll have vegetarian pot pies. The muffins were what got me. I had them half way made when it occurred to me that I hadn't made any powdered milk earlier in the day so we would either have no milk with our muffins or else warm milk. And warm powdered milk could be used as some sort of torture device. Also, butter was on strict rations and I like a lot of butter on my muffins. So, I guess muffins wasn't a good choice even though I was rather impressed with myself that I could make them from scratch. Anyway - we're still wanting other things. But we're not wanting quite as badly. Sorry. I am weak.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
So the kids and Richard left the house at 7:30 this morning. I left the house at 9:30 after chatting with my Mom on the phone for a while and getting ready for the day in no particular rush. Then I went to the mall. I went into every store that I wanted. I walked the entire mall - both floors. I went into shops that I had no purpose in going into - it just looked fun. I bought presents for people I love. I scored big at a toy store that was going out of business. I found the perfect gift for my sister and was inspired as to what to get my parents. When I was ready to go, I went.
Let me tell you another story. It goes like this... I LOVE the mall. I love just walking around the stores. I love imagining how great I would look in this or that. Or what shoes I would wear with that. Or what fancy place I would go if I owned that dress. I just like being there. I feel cool and connected to the cool people in the world. Me and the kids go often. But going alone, and with no real timetable, is the total and complete definition of freedom to me. Hence, freedomishous.
So here's to Christmas shopping. And being one of the first people into a mall in the morning. Here's to not having to squeeze a stroller, or worse, a double stroller, through a tiny shop. Here's to not having to mitigate a discussion deciding between riding the train or the carousel. Or forking over the money for riding the train or the carousel. Here's to buying just ONE cookie and eating it all. Here's to freedomishousness.
Monday, December 3, 2007
This is all motivated by a ridiculous old Christmas movie that Naomi was watching last night. One of the stories was about two little children. They were walking around barefoot in the snow collecting scraps of wood to bring home. When they got home their mother broke a piece of bread into two pieces and gave it all to them. The bread was so hard they had to dunk it in water to be able to eat it. The children said they were still hungry at the end of the meal and their mother burst into tears because there was no more food. Then the children went to bed with holey blankets and dreamed of food and presents, etc. When they woke up some neighbors had set up a feast for them and the mother stood in the background sobbing with happiness.
It got me thinking about how ungrateful I am. My house is full of food. FULL. But it's not the food I want. So I go buy more food. A couple of weeks ago Richard asked if he could take some things out of the pantry to take to work for a food drive. I said sure but asked that he let me pick them out so that he didn't take anything I was planning on using soon. I went through and picked out six cans that had been in there for a while. Then I looked at the dates. All but one had expired. So I picked out five more cans. Two of those had expired. I feel terrible that in this world that really is full of people in need, I am letting food go bad in my pantry because it's not what I "crave".
So no new groceries for me this week. But we won't be starving. We have powdered milk. We have pasta. We have beans and rice. We have soups. We have canned fruits and veggies. We have ingredients to make bread. We have eggs. We have candy. We have anything we need. And if we're missing something - we'll do without, but we'll live. We'll live happily. With full tummies. And we will be thankful to God for all our blessings.
Here is a picture of my pantry as of this morning. Proof that nobody in this house is going to starve in the least this coming week.
*Ok - I just realized that maybe I need baby formula. That would have to be an exception to the "no groceries" rule this week. But if I have to go this week, I'll only get that and I'll stock up so that if a real winter storm hit, we would be OK.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
And this is my favorite part of decorating for Christmas. This Nativity was given to me by my Grandma and Grandpa Benac. Not only is it a beautiful set, the memories that accompany it are completely priceless. I'm tearing up just thinking about that Christmas.