7/27/2012

Cat Attack

Beware if you're squeamish...

We "have" a pet cat. He belongs to our neighbors, but he has been a frequent visitor to our house ever since he was a brand-new kitten 3 years ago. The kids named him Filbert (I think his real name is Harley or Harvey) and they love to pet him, chase him and feed him whenever he stops by. I think this is a great setup because we get all the benefits of having a pet without any of the actual work (unless you count the fact that we have to scoop his poo out of our sandbox).

Nov 2009

Nov 2009

Sep 2010










July 2012

July 2012
Well last Sunday, Austin was out back feeding Filbert some chicken. Suddenly he comes running in the house crying and clutching the top of his head. Apparently Austin had tried to give Filbert a hug and it was either too hard, or Filbert was trying to get to the food, or something. Austin said he jumped on his head and bit and scratched him.


After deliberating for several hours we finally took him to the Urgent Care where they prescribed antibiotics (cats have very bacterial mouths apparently) and put 8 staples in his head! Check it out.



Austin later wrote a book about his experience titled, "Staples In Your Head."

"[ ] (staples) in your head"
Picture: a stapler

Austin is picking Filbert up.

"Owwww!"
Filbert scratches me up.

The doctor uses a staple gun to put staples in my head.

"Ding Dong"

"Hhhh?!"
It's a whale toy from the neighbors who own Filbert (an apology gift).

"Ow"
The doctor is taking the staples out and a hair.

We still love Filbert dearly. Two days later Filbert came back and after a hesitant moment, Austin was sitting and petting him while Filbert purred. All was forgiven.

7/24/2012

New Haircut

I love Ruthie's new haircut. We have been trying diligently to grow her hair out, but her hair continues to linger in that "baby hair" state - super soft and utterly unstylable. Her hair was always frizzing out in every direction and her bangs were constantly over her eyes (think Violet from Incredibles). I finally decided to just cut the bangs (and grow them out in a couple years perhaps) and life has been so much better! I'm so happy that I no longer have to tuck her hair behind her ears 20 times a day. Plus, she's adorable!

Before (and this is a pretty decent 'do').

After. Yay!



7/22/2012

Our Little Bear Cub

Top 5 signs that Summer is part bear:
5) Soft fuzzy fur/hair
4) Goes about on all 4s
3) Rears up on hind legs
2) Eats trash left behind by humans

And the #1 sign that Summer is part bear...



She growls!
Although she also squeals and coos, the growling is pretty frequent and pretty unique. This morning she greeted me from her crib by growling, "Grrr..mom...rrrr."


7/11/2012

Heather Crafts

Aunt Heather gave the kids a years supply of craft projects for Christmas. We do about 1 a week. This morning's craft was "etchings". It turned out to be a blast. We etched leaves from all over our yard and explored the different things growing in our yard. Then we etched pennies from the kids' penny collections and recalled our fun vacations to Disneyland, Arizona, Tennessee, Colorado and even outings in Utah. Good times.

Austin's

Ruthie's
I helped with hers, but it was fun to hear her squeal "It's coming! I can see it!"

Heidi's
I think I'm going to start my own penny collection - it was so fun to reminisce with .

6/02/2012

Suma Camelion

She's only 9 months old. It's fine that I haven't recorded anything about her life except her birth, right? Actually I was feeling terribly guilty a few weeks ago about having neglected Summer's first year, until I realized that aside from a few pictures, I don't have a clue about my first year of life and I turned out ok! So I decided I could put off this post a few more weeks. And even though, in the long run, Summer may not care what date she cut her first tooth, my efforts to record bits and pieces of her life are really to help me cement these memories in my head a little bit. She is growing too fast and I just want to capture a few memories for myself.


Summer, these are your baby milestones:

Newborn - Sep '11. First nickname. There are a lot of songs about 'Summer' that I catch myself singing. Yet the first few weeks you were home the song I sang most often was, "Suma, Suma, Suma, Suma, Suma-Camelion" (aka, Karma Camelion). I sang it so much that Ruthie and Austin would actually introduce you to people as, "and this is our baby, Suma Camelion."

6 weeks - Oct '11. First Smile. That is, first awake smile. Official or not, I still loved all the little sleep smiles you gave me too.


3 months - end of Nov '11. Discovered Fingers. You take after your aunt Tiffani in the two-finger sucking department. And not a moment too soon! Daddy was determined to get you sleeping on your own in a crib instead of being cradled in his armpit all night long. I was worried about how you'd do on your own, but since we'd sleep-trained Austin and Ruthie at 3 months and since Daddy was taking the night-shift, I couldn't really object. Thankfully, you found your two middle fingers about 2 days before sleep-training officially began and what a blessing it was for all of us. For the most part you have been an amazing sleeper and napper.



4 months - end of Dec '11. Rolling from back to stomach. I made a prediction that you would accomplish this before the end of the year. Austin was the first to see you do this just 2 days before the New Year. I didn't actually witness it until a few days after the New Year.


4 1/2 months - mid Jan '12. Rolling both directions. It seemed like just a few weeks after you mastered rolling, you figured out how to use it as a way to get around. You rolled from one end of the room to the other and even around the couches. Sometimes I swore you were already secretly crawling because of how you got around.

5 months - end of Jan '12. First tooth. What?! Teething at 5 months? No fair! Austin and Ruthie didn't cut their first tooth until 12 and 11 months respectively. I felt a little panicky that we would have an early end to breastfeeding, but not so. At this age, Austin and Ruthie started including you in their super hero games and nicknamed you "Super Baby". Your super power was "biting villains" with your one tooth which could grow super long to get them. I picked up on this and for the next month called you "The One Tooth Wonder."

5months - end of Jan '12. First laugh. It was a little laugh, but it was adorable.

5 1/2 months - mid Feb '12. Sitting up. Looking like a pro.

6 months - end of Feb '12. Crawling (Army style). You learned to army crawl just before our big family trip to Disneyland. I was a bit frazzled by that because I thought you'd be a little handful in the hotel room (though it wasn't a big deal after all). Now (mid May) you just left this stage and I already miss it! Stop growing up cute girl.

6 1/2 months - early Mar '12. Second tooth. So I changed your nickname to "The Two Tooth Wonder."

6 1/2 months - mid Mar '12. First solid foods. Normally I would've started you on solids at exactly 6 months, but you hit that milestone while we were at Disneyland and I didn't want to risk you having an allergy or something while we were there, so you waited an extra couple of weeks. Your first "official" solid food was oatmeal cereal (because I eat oatmeal everyday, so it seemed more appealing to me than rice cereal). This was followed shortly by mushed carrots and bananas. Austin and Ruthie often ate an apple everyday and gave you their apple cores to suck on. With 2 teeth, you actually managed to get some "meat" off those apple "bones."

Your first "unofficial" food was a sip of Daddy's rootbeer around 5 months. He confessed his sneakiness the next day by demonstrating for all of us. Austin and Ruthie LOVED seeing you drink like a big girl and they each HAD to try to feed you a swallow themselves.


7 months - end of Mar '12. Rocking on knees. Uh oh. Here comes the craziness of getting in to everything!

7 1/2 months - mid Apr '12. Going up stairs. Our kitchen and living room are actually one big room with two long steps dividing them. It must have seemed so unfair to you that we could come and go in the kitchen as we pleased while you were often left in the living room. Beginning in April you became obsessed with mastering those steps. For 2 solid weeks you spent all of your time working on this. No matter were we set you down in the living room, you immediately bee-lined it over to those steps and started working. For a while you could only get up one step, but after 2 weeks of work you finally did it!! Your reward? Eating kitchen dirt! You still haven't mastered going down the steps and have fallen off several times, but I'd much rather have you learn on 2 steps than 14! And just this week (mid May) you finally learned to stop at the edge and not topple off.
(going up steps at grandparents house)
8 months - end of Apr '12. Crawling on knees. Your grandpa and I witnessed this while helping aunt Debbie pack up her kitchen for moving. You got up on your knees and took your first "step" forward! Way to go!

8 months - early May '12. Standing. You now love to pull yourself up to a stand whenever you can. Sometimes you do this funny little one-legged-hip-rocking thing. It'll only be a few more days and weeks before you're cruising along the furniture and then off and walking!


8 months - early May '12. Table foods. We've been getting in to our fruits and vegetables around here lately. Which means there's lots of baby-friendly table foods around. Just in the past week you've eaten broccoli, green beans, peas, carrots, apples, bananas, raspberries, kiwi, strawberries, tomato, avocado, corn, cucumber, peaches, pears, apricots, blueberries, raisins, and probably a few others (like the occasional popsicle).


I thrill at all of your achievements. I do miss each passing stage, but you get more and more fun everyday, so I guess it's all good. For instance, this week, I put you and Ruthie in the bath together. You were sucking on a washcloth and squealing and Ruthie started mimicking you. You thought this was soooo funny! You'd suck the washcloth, then Ruthie would suck on hers, then you'd squeal, then Ruthie would squeal, then you'd LAUGH and LAUGH (the biggest belly laugh to date). Then you'd repeat the whole thing. Such a cutie bootie!

5/07/2012

A Great Non-Vacation

Our dear cousins moved over the weekend. We will miss their closeness, but we are glad they aren't too far away. While Debbie was busy up to her eyeballs packing and cleaning, I got to do all the fun stuff to keep 6 little bodies entertained. And I tell you, it was a BLAST. I find myself wondering, "What made it so fun?" I think 1) all the kids had GREAT behavior for 2 straight days, 2) I had no distractions with housework or anything else (my house was a disaster so I just decided not to worry about it), 3) since we were uncertain about how much time we'd have we just kept doing spontaneous things and all of them turned out delightful. It's funny, our last trip to Disneyland kind of blew up on us (due to Summer being sick and keeping me up all night every night) and since then I've been thinking about what makes a great vacation. I'm realizing that some of the best vacations with little kids are the simple, close, well-rested, spontaneous, giggly, new family adventure events.

Here's a quick rundown of our events:
A visit to the BYU duck pond. 


Where we discovered...



A new river and waterfall. After a few minutes of floating objects in the river, the kids jumped in and walked up the river, then clambered up and down the waterfall. Their clothes were soaked, but it was SO much fun.






The next day, aunt Heather joined us for a trip to the Lehi swimming pool (sorry no pics). The kids swam for 2 1/2 hours (usually I wrap it up after 1, but again, it was great to be on "vacation"). That night we watched movies and Kalyana warmed her aunt Heidi's heart by playing one of my favorite board games with me (how fun is it to have a 9-year-old around?!)

On Saturday we went to a park close to my house and took our time exploring it, playing in the river, and climbing this cool old gnarled tree.



Six kids can be a lot of work. And a LOT of fun. When you're on vacation.

3/28/2012

Bring It! P90X

I just completed my 15th day of P90X. (And it only took me about 45 days to complete that much - these are long workouts and they're tough to make time for. I think I'm in a better groove now though). Anyway, the point is, on Day 1 I literally could not do one single sit-up (not crunches - all they way from floor to toes). I could barely get my shoulders off the floor! And this was 6 months post-partum and after I lost all my baby weight.

Today... I did 8 situps! 8! It may be small potatoes to some, but I feel like I've come a long way in 15 workouts! My back is feeling lots better than it used to too - I can now carry the babes around easier and I get a lot fewer back "kinks".

I actually started doing this to help my knee which I injured 3 years ago in a 5k and haven't been able to run more than a mile since. I'm already feeling benefit on the knee too. I can run 2 miles now before it starts to seize up, but I do have to stretch it before any running or I can easily cause it swell up for a couple days. It makes sense that weight training would help, but for some reason I just thought I could fix the knee in other ways. The knee has a long way to go still though.

Anyhoo, I'm just feeling excited that my body is feeling stronger. Just 75 more workouts to go...!

2/20/2012

Finally 3

Miss Ruthie turned 3! on Nov 15. Though 4 months late, I would be remiss if I didn't get a record of all the adorable qualities of this sweet girl.

First off, her birthday... We celebrated with a couple of favorite friends - Afton and Emma (and Emma's brother David joined in too). We had an impromptu outing to McD's (after we discovered the bouncy-house place we wanted to go to had gone out of business), then back to our house for some cake and presents.


Austin gifted Ruthie with one of his homemade creations - a pair of binoculars attached to laser guns.


One of her gifts from us was a family outing to see Disney On Ice.


And we topped off the week of celebrating with an extended family birthday party too.




Now for the fun part. Who is this 3-year-old Ruthie?

From the time she was 2 1/2 I felt like Ruthie was already 3. She was so sweet, so funny, so good at talking, and very pleasant and easy to get along with. However, if I had posted this blog the week she turned 3, it would have been titled "3 going on 2". For about 2 months she suddenly became whiny, grumpy and insistent on doing everything herself so that everything took 5 times as long as it needed to and often ended up messy to boot. Looking back, I think a lot of this unfavorable behavior was caused by the power struggle we were having over potty training.

[Side story: She started potty training in late September on her own request. I was still in newborn recovery, but didn't want to discourage her interest. My patience lasted about 2 weeks and then I got very frustrated and basically put her back in pull ups. When she turned 3 I felt like we needed to just make the break and end the diapers or we would be wearing pull-ups forever. So she returned to underwear, peed in them 100% of the time (just getting #2 in the potty) and I chided her every time she did. Then one day, I was at the temple contemplating my little family and it hit me that I was doing it all wrong. Ruthie was feeling stifled instead of confident. So I went home, apologized to her, promised I wouldn't get mad anymore (and I really stopped!), and put up a sticker chart for her to add to with every potty success. It still took another 2 months for her to now be at an 80% success rate, but very soon after I changed my behavior, my sweet little lovable Ruthie returned which was a much bigger reward.]

My absolute favorite thing about my Ruthie is that she is my little buddy. She loves to be with me and wants to go with me wherever I'm going. If I attempt to leave the house without her she jumps in to my arms and asks, "Where are you going?" I'll say, "Walking with friends. (or) To register Austin for preschool. (or) To a baby shower." She'll reply, "I want to go walking too (or) to resisher Austin too (or) to a baby shower too." And she's so darn cute that, unless it's bedtime, she ends up getting to come along. And to be honest, I LOVE having my little friend along.

Daddy doesn't get quite the same treatment, but fairly close. She'll cuddle with him while we watch Voyager (which is still happening off and on) and she'll accompany him on errands too. But she has a melt down if he tries to put her to bed and she insists on me.
Speaking of bedtime, it's kind of sporadic with her. On non-nap days (about 4 times a week), she goes to bed around 6:30 and conks out. On nap days, she's up until 10. Naps happen on Sundays, in the car after visiting grandma for the day, or when I'm tired and want to nap too.

Ruthie loves to help me cook. If I make anything that requires measuring cups, I invite her help. She puts on her little apron, stands on her stool and pours the cup-fulls in to the bowl. Dry ingredients are often "poured" by scooping it out with her fingers and pinching a few tastes along the way. Since the food we make is just for our family, I figure a few Ruthie germs won't hurt, so I let it slide. (If I make food for others though, I'll do it myself or micro-manage a lot more).

Ruthie pulls the funniest little faces and gets me giggling many times each day. One of my favorite looks is when she casually says something funny, then she purses her lips, turns her head away and glances slyly back at me waiting for my laughter. Then as I laugh at her joke she looks up and around, suppressing her own grin, trying to maintain a casual air though you can tell she knows she's hilarious. If I could capture that one on video...!

Ruthie's biggest foible is that she is, sadly, a TV addict. This is what I subject my children to when I'm pregnant. I'm talking like 8-hour TV days! Happily though, she is in a 12-step recovery program. Step 1 has been to ban the TV and computer until after lunch. This has forced both my children to play with their toys and with each other. It's so refreshing to see. However, every morning after breakfast she asks, "Did we have lunch? Can I watch TV now?" and she sometimes asks to have lunch at 10am (and I admit I have served it that early twice out of desperation to take a nap while Summer was asleep). I'm not sure what step 2 is, but I think it's time to implement it since Ruthie can still get in 5 hours of TV on some days (though I'm happy to see that she'll often turn it off after a couple of shows to play with Austin or help me cook or whatever).

When Ruthie and Austin play, they almost always play "Wonder Woman and Wonder Dog." Ruthie is Wonder Woman and Austin is her sidekick Wonder Dog. They have superpowers and fight bad guys and live in their secret hideout. This cracks me up. It is the merging of a boy-brain with a girl-brain. Austin invented this game almost a year ago as he fell in love with superheroes and wanted Ruthie to love it to. A female superhero was the bridge for them. Sometimes they'll pretend to be the Little Einsteins or the Wild Kratts, but Wonder Woman and Wonder Dog is the go-to standard. This game caused Santa to get Ruthie a Wonder Woman costume for Christmas. Oddly though, she doesn't really like to wear it despite Austin's encouragement (even modeling it to get her interested). The love of Wonder Woman also extends to books. The kids LOVE it when I check out DC Comic Wonder Woman chapter books from the library and they will both sit through an entire 40-minute reading of these books!

When Ruthie plays with anyone else (me, Emma, Grandma, cousins) she likes to play "Mommy and Kid". This game involves carrying around 2 or 3 purses, and taking her kid shopping or to the doctors or to school. Sometimes (especially with Emma) dressups are involved in the game. By the end of the fun the purses are filled with random toys and treasures (something she picked up from Makayla I think). Play-time is still a learning zone for her. She is learning how to take turns letting other people be the mommy and swapping dressups (yes, mostly this is a battle with Emma, but they are improving!). She is also learning how to ask for her way in a soft voice instead of being loud and demanding. We're getting there.

Ruthie's Favorites:
  • color: pink
  • food: candy, especially chocolate (she also enjoys oatmeal and Voyager yogurt)
  • TV show: the entire PBS lineup, Disney's Little Einsteins
  • movie: classic Mickey, Donald and Goofy cartoons
  • friends: Austin, Emma Smalley, cousins Ka-we-ana, Ka-ya-ray-ya, and Tycey
Ruthie Knows:
  • shapes
  • most letters
  • colors (sometimes still mixes up yellow and blue. At one point I actually worried she was yellow/blue color blind, but it seems to be passing)
  • how to verbally spell her and Austin's names (he spells his name out loud a lot)
  • how to dress herself
  • how to play the computer by herself
Two more funny stories to wrap up this post.

Ruthie has recently discovered the fun of fingernail polish, but when I paint her nails I refuse to paint the thumb that she sucks because I don't want her to ingest the polish. The other night I'd painted her nails and put her to bed. A half hour later I heard her crying and went up to check on her. She didn't want to show me what was wrong, but finally showed me her sucking thumb. She'd snuck in to my room and painted her thumb. She was crying because she couldn't sleep because her thumb didn't feel/taste right. My first concern was that there was a bottle of fingernail polish upside down on the carpet somewhere! I had her show me where she'd done the painting and found a little square of toilet paper on the carpet that she'd put her hand on and it had one little dot of paint on it. The bottle itself had been put back. No disaster. Phew. So we got out the polish remover and took the paint off that thumb. She was still unsatisfied since her thumb now tasted like acetone. After several rounds of soap everything was finally ok and she quickly fell asleep after agreeing to not paint that thumb again (though I realize I didn't actually ask her to not sneak in to the nail polish again).

And last story. For her birthday her Oma and Opa sent her a $50 gift card to Target. So I took her to the toy section of Target and told her she could pick out ANYTHING she wanted. Score, right?! After 30 minutes of shopping she finally settled on ... a $1 tube of lip gloss and a pack of m&ms. She was happy and I was late for an appointment, so that's what she got. The rest of her $48.50 went toward the Christmas purchase of a new TV. But since Ruthie watches 90% of the TV around here, I think it was appropriate. The thing I love is that she seriously LOVES that bottle of lip gloss. She still has it 4 months later (almost empty now) and when she looks for it she says, "Where's my wip gwoss I got from Oma and Opa?" So it did the job of reminding her daily that her Oma and Opa love her.


Oh my little Ruthie, what would I do without you?

2/01/2012

Goodbye Snow Hall

If you haven't driven past BYU in the past 6 months you might not know... Heritage Halls is coming down. They are replacing it new 5-story apartment complexes and merging it all with the old DT complex which has already been replaced by this new style apartment. I was over there last night in Harris Hall signing contracts with my renters for next year and I was dismayed to see that Snow Hall was already gone! (The first photo is of Snow back in the day, the second I took of Wells Hall last night). I had hoped to have one last look. But since all of Heritage is very similar, being in Harris was still like stepping back in to the past.

It was a strange feeling to be back on my old Freshman stomping grounds on the eve of it ceasing to exist. It brought back a lot of memories and emotions. I could feel again all the excitement and newness and discovery as well as the weight of stress and uncertainty and nervousness. Meeting up with those freshman girls last night there was a part of me that felt like I was still one of them - I could step in to their apartment and start that life again as if I'd never left. It was hard to believe I had a husband and three kids, an income and a mortgage, wrinkles and gray hairs. But really I knew I couldn't possibly go back to being that silly or staying up that late or feeling so foolishly passionate about everything and everyone. The truth is I now have a contentment and security I never experienced in those Freshman days of wondering if I'd ever have a husband and kids. I now have a different perspective on life that makes me... well, not all grown up by any means... just a different creature than I was before.

I stood for a moment in the dark and cold last night and thought how sad it is that my growing-up years were being taken down. But I also didn't relish the sadness of the nostalgia. It is perfectly wonderful for life to move on and leave the old behind. As the winter destroys the fruits of last summer so a new crop can grow and nourish us, so should old buildings and old memories come down so that new life and new creatures can flourish. And with that I went ahead and said 'goodbye' to an old friend.