Friday, October 21, 2011

Happy Birthday Connor!

My oldest nephew, Connor, turns five today!
The girls could not be more excited for his birthday, even if he is several states away.   They happily made videos for him this morning (Annie practically cut her phone call off with him this morning so she could get back to video making).  :-)

(Also, Annie's eye is all red and puffy due to some kind of allergic reaction to something this morning.  We're not sure what it was, but it's really bugging her, the poor thing.  Benadryl and allergy eye drops both on board, and hopefully it looks better soon, or we may just be heading in to the doctor's office.  It has been almost two weeks since we were there last, so it kinda makes sense . . . )

(I apologize for the craptacular video quality -- my normal camera is at my sister's house, and we attempted to just get by this morning using my old Mac's PhotoBooth.  It kinda worked :-).)

Happy Birthday Connor!
We wish we were there with you today!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

My Recent Life in Bullet Points

•  I need to write all about being a part of the support team for my new niece's birth.  Sixty hours after my sister was transported to the hospital via ambulance, and 48 hours after the induction was born, little Bailey was born happy and healthy (and stubborn) and it was one of the most amazing things I've ever been a part of . . . more details to follow.  I love my sister more than words can say, but my respect, admiration and feelings of tenderness toward her have quadrupled over the past week.  She's a rockstar.  The most impressive person I know. 

•  We are on week 2 of Ellie's potty training strike.  Yesterday showed some real promise though, so who knows, maybe it's over?  Almost.  PLEASE.

•  For the last several days, Isaac has been alternating between calling Greg "Dada" and "Daddy".  Then, last night (when he woke up at 4:30AM wanting to play), he almost tricked me into getting up with him with his happy calls of, "Mommy!  Mommy!"  Seriously, the kid has already graduated from 'Mama and Dad' to 'Mommy and Daddy' . . . how is that possible?!  He was born, like, yesterday!

•  Annie had her first report card, book fair and Parent Teachers Conference.  Holy cow, she's growing up fast.  And she's such an impressive little girl.  And going to the book fair brought back some of my fondest Elementary School memories.

•  Greg and I attended the parents meeting for the ALPS program (the magnet school for gifted students).  We both left with a very similar feeling of -- what a cool program, but not for our daughter.  Not yet, at least.  Annie's happy in a mainstream school, she's not lacking for social or fun opportunities, and as long as she's not getting bored or having issues with school, we want to keep her where she's at.  Later on, if she's still ahead (since a majority of kids, even those who are 'far' ahead, often even out within a few years), and needs something different, then we'll look into it.  I'm glad there is a program like it, I just wish they did more at the individual schools.  It seemed to us that the ALPS program wasn't just for kids who were smart, but kids who really 'need' something different.  We don't think Annie does yet.

•   Ellie has more personality and spunk than any kid I've ever met.  Her and Annie were learning a Halloween song about a witch in their dance class.  They both get up and sing and dance along to it adorably, but Ellie might as well be in full-on make up and costume for the play "Wicked" by how much she puts into it.  Her facial expressions are pretty much the most hilarious thing ever.  Her and Annie start indoor soccer today, and I can't wait to see how her enthusiasm plays out . . .

• I am in my third trimester now.  At my appointment yesterday they told me to come in again in three weeks, and it really hit me that we're closing in on this if I'm coming more often for appointment now!  I also just weaned Isaac this week (probably 'cause I was at the hospital with my sister more often than not!)  I never thought I'd nurse clear until my third trimester (as I weaned both girls during the first trimester of pregnancy), but I was really surprised just how easy nursing during the pregnancy has been.  He was only nursing once a day, for a little while now, so it didn't 'take much out of me', and I can already tell I'm gonna miss it, but it's a bit of a relief to have that off my plate before the new baby comes.  I will miss our snuggly mornings though -- nothing beats putting off the day an extra 15 minutes by curling up under the covers with the baby and ignoring the world for just a little bit longer . . . now he wakes up and just asks for 'Melmo!'  (That kid LOVES Elmo.)

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Potty Training Regression (also known as: What the heck?!?!)

In the past four days, Ellie has pooped in her panties a whopping 7 times.  You have GOT to be freaking kidding me.  The first one or two we tried not to make a huge deal of, or put to much focus on.  Everyone in the family had the stomach flu except Ellie (I lost an impressive 6.5 pounds in 24 hours . . . it was just that fun of an illness.)  Maybe she was feeling a bit lost in shuffle.  But things have returned to normal, but the accident situation has most definitely not.  We've tried to be consistent.  We've made her help clean up, explained how she needs to get to a potty quicker, but she's shrugged it all off with a "I don't care" every single time.  We've increased the consequences.  Friends have gone home (Annie has got to leave with them), naps have been taken, time outs have been instituted, extra chores have been added (to earn the money to replace the pairs of panties that I have just thrown away, 'cause I'm pregnant and there is only so much I'm willing to do to save a pair of underwear), and Annie has got to go out while Ellie's had to stay in after yet another accident.  I've laid out the consequences ahead of time, and when she's had another accident I've followed through.  She seems completely unfazed and completely unaffected by the whole situation.  She is obviously making absolutely no effort whatsoever to use the toilet, and seems to have no intention too.  How exactly does one get through such a situation with their sanity intact?

Seriously, y'all . . . hit me up with your potty training wisdom.  What have you done when your child has regressed at potty training?  Please tell me it didn't last forever. 

At least we're all feeling better.  This would've been a lot worse if this was going on when we were all so sick.  Of course, I'm still tired and drained (which is making it harder to stay patient with the whole potty situation), but really, that is pretty much Ellie's fault too.  The kid likes to wake up 4-5 times a night lately. She's teamed up with Isaac though, he wakes up 2-3 times, and that way they can cover an entire 8 hour night of potential sleep, breaking it conveniently into short hour long bursts of sleep for Mom and Dad.  All night long.  The first night I wasn't puking all night, I was woken up at least 7 times.  That really helps you feel well on your way to recovery, let me tell you. Is it bad if I literally start having actual thoughts of, "I think my children may actually be out to get me . . . "  That seems unhealthy.  Possibly a bit unbalanced.  But man, when Isaac's waking up at 4:30AM for the morning and Ellie's following an hour later, then between them I'm cleaning up multiple blown out diapers, multiple poopy panties, and rinsing out the tub with bleach and hot water for the SECOND time after it's been pooped in, all in one day, THEN they both blow off naps (despite Isaac waking up at 4:30AM, I mentioned that, right?!) . . . well then, it just seems like a big ol' conspiracy to drive Mom crazy (using mainly human waste, with a side of sleep deprivation, as their main weapons.)

In my fondest dream, I would sleep 8 straight hours, and wake up at 7:00AM.  And nobody would poop on me all day.  Ahhh, heaven.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

School Picture

We got Annie's first ever 'School Picture' back today -- turned out pretty cute, although it would've been nice if they'd made her smile a bit more for it :-)
I may be biased, but she's one cute little Kindergartener!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Update-ish

I have nothing new to add to the blog . . . no stories or anything.  I just felt like I haven't updated in awhile. Life is just moving along, the kids are having fun in school (Kindergarten for Annie and Preschool for Ellie) and Isaac is talking up a storm (he happily squeals, 'Moothie!' everytime he hears me turn on the blender to make spinach smoothies in the morning.  Today he asked me for a 'cah-cka' (cracker), then started to walk to his highchair, turned and added, 'an nana' (and banana).  He knows how to get what he wants.)

I'm increasingly pregnant every day (as that is how these things tend to work), coming up on 26 weeks (holy cow . . . I'm already closing in on my third trimester!)  I feel large and uncomfortable some of time, and perfectly normal other times.  I feel especially old and falling-apartish when I wake up at three a.m., and hobble into the bathroom with a hand pressing firmly into my hips . . . I'm only 26 weeks!  It does not seem like I should be having a hard time walking yet!  Fortunately, this only happens after I've been sleeping on one side for half the night.  The rest of the time I can walk fairly normally.  Sometimes even with 20 lbs. of toddler on one hip, and 30 lbs. of preschooler on the other hip.  (At this point, both are usually screaming and flailing, so it feels like even more).  I'm wondering how long that'll be a possibility.  :-)  In fact, just going up and down the stairs with Isaac multiple times a day makes me wonder, "Um, should we be working more on him going down stairs on his own, in case I hit a point in pregnancy where I just can't do this anymore."


I've started volunteering in Annie's classroom, which is fun.  I'm planning the Halloween classroom 'activity' (apparently, we aren't supposed to call them parties).  Any fun suggestions that you've done?  Or remember super fondly from your own Elementary School days?
Also, if anyone's had any experience with the ALPS program or any magnet schools in your own area, let me know what you think of it . . . is it worth taking your kid away from all their friends and driving much further multiple times a day to get them there?  Especially if you have three other kids in carseats!?!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Mommy Martyr Moments

There are some weeks you just feel dumped on.  I had one such week a couple weeks ago, when Isaac was eating even more nonstop than normal (so I felt like I was preparing, feeding or cleaning up food all our waking hours), and the unfortunate bi-product of such an appetite was an astounding number of diapers that had to be changed.  And, since he is self-feeding most meals, we are giving him lots of baths.  And for a solid week, the kid pooped in the bathtub once TO TWICE A DAY.  Every dayFor a week.  (And three or four times on the bathroom floor.  This is on top of the many diapers I was changing.  Usually right before I even put him in the stupid tub).  I went through more bleach that week that I normally do in six months . . .

I was feeling a bit 'woe-is-me-ish,' a tad like I was stuck in a poop-filled Groundhogs Day that was leaving me feeling oddly, well, picked on.  Which is silly.  I chose the life of being a Mommy, I relish it, I'm thankful for it, it's a huge blessing and wonderful opportunity that I cherish.  But cleaning up human bodily fluids and waste for hours a day does a number on you.  And despite it being crazy, it was starting to feel like they were doing this on purpose (like right after Isaac pooped in the tub, Ellie would come in and sheepishly inform me she'd just had an accident on the carpet in the hall.  The carpet I had SHAMPOOED TWO DAYS BEFORE.)  But I snapped out of it, and life went back to normal amounts of food (which is still a ton for my tiny son, the kid ears nearly nonstop) and slightly more appropriate levels of human waste being dealt with in our home.  And I got over my feelings of 'you have got to be kidding me/is this really my life?' that had been plaguing me for a few days, and things felt good again.

Then Ellie started coughing at night.  She's fine all day.  Happy, playful, energetic, and snot- and cough-free.  Not the least bit sick. Then she falls asleep, and a couple hours later, she starts to cough.  And cough, and cough so hard that she starts to throw up.  And throw up.  And throw up some more.  I've done 6 loads of laundry in the last three days, just to keep up on the backlog of blankets/stuffed animals/pillows/towels/pajamas that she's puked on.  It's most likely asthma, which is a bit depressing to me.  Annie has this happen too, she's fine all day, then at night she starts to cough and will continue to cough until it makes her throw up.  But, with Annie this usually doesn't happen until the weather is cold.  We start her preventative inhalers twice a day sometime in October, and tend to keep using them until March, then the rest of the year she doesn't needs them.  We're getting Ellie into a doctor soon, and hopefully we'll have some answers, but since the most likely answer is a steroid inhaler, I'm not too happy about it.  The other night she woke up more times than I can count, and started throwing up repeatedly on five different occasions.  Last night, it was fortunately only twice that she had puking fits, but it was after midnight before we got everyone back in bed, since she was so happily wired to be awake and running around after I'd cleaned her up when she threw up at 10:30.  I finally fell asleep around 1AM.  A third night of being up late and waking up repeatedly with a coughing child, so I was tired, and really sad that it was already 1AM.  Then (and here's where I admit to feeling picked on, even though it's silly, 'cause it's not like there's an actual plot against my by conspiring children) Isaac woke up at 5:30 this morning.  I was struck with such an overwhelming feeling of, "You have got to be freaking kidding me?!"  I went in and took care of him, then we put him back to bed, hoping he'd (by some miracle) sleep again 'til 7AM.  It didn't happen.  He cried and fussed and yelled at me from his crib for most of an hour, before I finally admitted this wasn't gonna happen . . . then his sisters came wandering into my room at a quarter to seven.  I looked at Ellie, who we'd just gotten to sleep a mere 7 hours ago, and thought again, "You have got to be kidding me?!" And despite being so tired he can barely function, Isaac fought me to go down for a nap from 9AM (where he complicated matters by having a blow out diaper in his crib . . . yay!  More sheets to wash!), until 10:30AM, when I fed him a mid-morning snack and he finally fell asleep.

I am reminding myself today that motherhood isn't always easy, and it's often monotonous and less than fun when you focus on the jobs of changing diapers, washing dishes, doing laundry and cooking food.  So, it's time to focus not on the chores, but the blessings.  And I may be tired, beyond words to describe (being 24 weeks pregnant and hormonal are not helping any of this), but my children will only be this young for such a brief time.  They're growing and developing at such astounding rates that I feel like I could blink and miss it.  Life can be a bit overwhelming with three kids this young, and the reminder of one more on the way, but I wouldn't have it any other way.  Isaac brought me a book today, and happily chattered, 'book, book!' while he opened it up to show me the animals.  "Woof!" he exclaimed as he pointed at the llama.  He loves to cuddle up and have me rub his back.  Annie and I spent almost an hour yesterday afternoon, curled up in my bed reading a book.  Ellie makes me laugh nearly constantly, and is coming up to me all the time now and asking for another page of 'homework'.  (Usually worksheets where she traces letters).  They are beyond amazing.

Yeah, if I focus on the lack of sleep, the poop in the tub and the endless kitchen chores, it gets overwhelming, and even a bit depressing.  So, I'm working on not focusing on that . . . although, a good night's sleep would go a long ways in helping me refocus :-)
So today, I'm gonna focus on this:
Could they possibly be ANY cuter?!

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Utah State Fair 2011

We all met up with Aunt Talina and Uncle David at the Utah State Fair today.
The kids loved seeing the animals.  Isaac especially, he happily 'mooed' at the cows, tried repeatedly to stick his fingers into goats' mouths, and he squealed happily whenever he heard the roosters.  He also impressed us by busting out two new words, "Rooster" and "Feathers".  The bird building was a big hit.

Annie and Isaac happily checked out all the animals.  (Ellie's not in as many pictures, since for some reason she was in a less than happy mood.)

 He could not get close enough to the goats and sheep.

 Annie and Isaac thought the bunny rabbit was the softest thing ever, and two out of my three kids were happy to pose as bears in the cutouts.

 Isaac checking out the Bison head with some help from Uncle David.

Annie measuring up to bears.
 Isaac trying on a hat.  Seconds later my sister Talina pointed out the 'please no pictures' sign in the vendors booth.  Oops!

These pictures of Isaac were from a couple days ago.
Poor Isaac got an eye full of sand (that Ellie was haphazardly tossing around the sandbox) that for some reason made his whole face swell up and turn red.  These pictures are after I'd bathed him, and Greg and I had tried to flush his eye out a few times with a squirt bottle of water.  Which is why the poor kid got his very own sucker, 'cause his Mom felt so bad for pinning him down while prying his eye open while Dad sprayed water in it.  Unfortunately, when we checked it again, his lower lid was still filled with sand, so we had to flush it a few more times, but fortunately it looked back to normal the next morning.  I still don't know how Ellie got THAT much sand in such a tiny eye . . .

Monday, September 5, 2011

Random Pictures and Proud Mama Moment

Greg was working late last week, so I threw a towel down on our bed and let the kids have a 'picnic' for dinner while we watched a movie.  Then they got to all take a bath together.  They had so much fun!
My little helper!  He's LOVING to wash walls and vacuum anything!
Mmmmm, cupcakes!  The kids were pretty psyched about the brownies and cupcakes at our Labor Day celebration at Grandma's house!
Isaac's becoming more of a bookworm by the day -- here he is reading on Labor Day with Aunt Talina and Uncle David.
Isaac and Ellie got a hold of one of Uncle Cody's old helmets.  Ellie is a tiny bit crazy.  :-)
Do NOT get between Ellie and her basketball -- she will take you DOWN!
The girls LOVE going out in the garden with Grandma!





Unrelated to our Labor Day festivities, this weekend has given me one of my great 'beaming with pride' motherhood moments.  Annie gave a talk in Primary this last Sunday.  We'd read through it a few times, she read it on her own, and we practiced it aloud.  I was a bit nervous though about it taking too long, since she was reading it a bit slow and about the kids not being able to hear her 'cause she was speaking so softly.  Primary came though, and with only one small stumble, my little girl read her talk from start to finish perfectly.  She spoke right into the microphone, at a perfect tempo and volume.  She's a born public speaker!  She'll also be singing a small solo in Sacrament Meeting in a couple weeks.  The confidence I saw in her as she got up and gave her talk was one of those things that made this Mom so happy I felt like I was gonna burst.  :-)
And if you want to check out Annie reading the talk she gave in Primary last week, it's posted on youtube now . . . at over 3 1/2 minutes long though, I'm guessing Aunts and Grandmas are the only ones who'll make it through . . . :-)  (While making the video she tried to do more from memory, which made her stumble a bit more, but it was so cute!)



Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Random Pictures of the Kids

He's looking so OLD now!  I mean that first picture looks like we're shipping him off to enlist or something with a little boy buzzcut! :-)

We took a bunch of random pictures at bedtime, when they were all in pajamas.  I love how they all turned out!

These ones with Daddy are my favorites!  Even if Isaac looks a bit terrified that Ellie's gonna strangle him. :-)

From earlier in the day -- Ellie woke up at 5AM yesterday morning, so you can imagine how tired she was by 2 in the afternoon.  Tired enough to fall asleep up to the computer while eating a sucker, that's how tired.  :-)

Ellie's First Day of Preschool

Ellie has been anxiously awaiting starting preschool ALL summer -- she could NOT have been more excited this morning!

The first picture is Annie & Sarajayne on their first day of the same preschool two years ago -- the other three are of their younger sisters, Ellie and Kate, this morning.  Is it just me, or do Annie & Sarajayne seem younger?  Ellie's always seemed younger to me than Annie, at the same ages, but in this picture I think both older sisters look way younger than their baby sisters at the same age!
All three siblings -- this was as good as it got :-) I never got one of all three kids actually looking at the camera at the same time.
These crack me up -- Ellie is the world's biggest cheeseball, and when a camera is in sight, she just lets loose :-)

Saturday, August 27, 2011

My Little Squash & Due Date Wishes!

So, I got my weekly pregnancy update email today.  I was informed that my 22 week old fetus was now about the size of a squash . . . or just around 11 inches and about a pound.

I've been reading my 'fruit sized' updates for the last 12 weeks or so, informing Annie and Ellie that their baby was now the size of a kiwi, then an apple, then a small cucumber from Grandma's garden.  But today, the stats just stopped me in my tracks for a second, as I caught my breath.  My baby isn't the size of a squash.  My baby is the size of Quinn.

Our friend Quinn was born last May at an unbelievable 15.5 ounces and 10 inches long.  
 
It was kind of amazing to think that the tiny kicking little boy inside my stomach, who's barely letting himself be known through little flutters and an occasional decent kick, is no smaller than Miss Quinn herself when she was born.

Defying any odds stacked against her tiny self, she's grown into the most amazing toddler.
Quinn and Isaac earlier this summer.
And now here we are, about 15 months later, and it's Quinn's official Due Date Day!
Had this fiesty wonder not came into the world 15 weeks early, she's be celebrating her first birthday right about now.
I think Quinn's gonna make a lot of the 15 week head start she got on life -- she's already right there with my kids on my list of genius children I adore :-) 

Happy Due Date Day Sellers Family!



Friday, August 26, 2011

Mr. Talkative


So, I know I won't remember everything, but I was realizing I've never made a list for myself of some of the stuff Isaac is saying right now. So, here's what my pregnant, overly tired brain can come up with . .

He wakes up first thing in the morning, exclaims a happy "Mama!" when I open his door, then immediately starts to point down the stairs with an enthusiastic 'Ouhsa! Ouhsa!'  (Which translates to, "Outside! Now, already! We're wasting time indoors!")  The kid loves to be outside.  The only thing he possibly loves more is eating, so I can usually distract him with one of his other two favorite things.  I can usually snag his attention with 'Ah-psa' -- which started as 'applesauce' . . . the first time he ever used it he was asking for applesauce, but since it has kinda come to mean any and all food.)  (It's kind a confusing, and you can't really see it in how I've spelled them out here, but his 'outside' and 'apple/food' words are actually pretty close sounding . . . enough that sometimes I'm not sure which one he's asking for.  At that point it's easiest just to feed him a banana out on the back porch.)  :-)  He also signs and says 'mo' for 'more', as well as signs and says 'cahka' for cracker (or cookie, cereal or hard crunchy things of all varities.)  And an occasional 'wa' for a drink of water.  So, there's eating that trumps outside usually.  There's also nursing. Which he excitedly claps about and squeals "nuh!"  He almost never asks to nurse, he just excitedly exclaims it when it's time to nurse (usually first thing in the morning and right at bedtime, sometimes before a nap if I'm feeling like both of us need to curl up in bed and unwind a bit before he goes down), but today he was feeling sick, walked up to me, curled up against me and looked up and asked, "Mama, nuh?"

He tends to call Greg 'Mama', whenever he's asking him for something.  Then we'll remind him, "That's Daddy," and he'll laugh and start clapping and repeatedly crying out, "Da da da da," amused by his own mistake.  If Greg walks into a room though and Isaac seems him, or if he hears the garage door go up around 4:30 in the afternoon, then he'll happily exclaim, "Dada!"  But it's funny how if he's asking for something he automatically goes with 'Mama' to ask to have his needs met.  :-)   He will also ask for Dad in the mornings.  When I bring him into my bedroom to get his diaper changed and nurse, he'll look around and ask, "Da da?" if Greg's still not there.  (Greg typically leaves for work around 6:30 . . . Isaac typically wakes up between 6:15-6:40 . . . so Dad's home a lot of the time when he wakes up, but not all of the time. And he definitely notices the mornings Greg is MIA.)

I think he says 'sissas' for his sisters, but I'm not sure.  But I know he walks around all day calling for Annie with loud hollers of, "Aaah-na!"  (The week she started school, he'd walk around the house just mournfully wailing her name.  It was sad and adorable at the same time.)  He refuses to even attempt to acknowledge Ellie with any kind of title or name, and usually takes a swing at her if she gets too close.  They don't quite have the same relationship him and Annie have :-)

He does say "Am-ma" for Grandma, and "Am-pa" for Grandpa. 

He says "ba" for several things.  Ball.  Bear.  (His giant stuffed bear is "Ba bar" for Big Bear.)  And bath. (These three things are tied for his next favorite things!)

He says "Buh-bowls" for a nearly perfect sounding bubbles.  The other day he happily was calling out, "Ba ba ba ba ba!" as I was walking him up the stairs to take a bath.  When he suddenly looked up at me and grinned and asked, "Buh-bowls?"  I just smiled back and said, "OK Isaac, you can have a bubble bath."




He says "Buh-bye" and waves enthusiastically as people leave.  He picks up the phone and holds it up to hear ear (usually facing the wrong way) and chats endlessly, sometimes even beginning his one-sided conversation with the world "heh-o".

"Buh" is for 'bus'.  He has a toy school bus he LOVES to play in, but he's also started noticing buses on his shirt, in books or outside that he'll refer to as 'buh' as well. 

He says 'dah' for dog and 'woo' for 'woof'.  Other animal sounds amuse him, but he rarely if ever will repeat them back to me.

He exclaims, "Whoa!" in a near perfect Keanu Reeves impersonation that could win awards, at nearly every cool thing he sees, or everything he knocks over.  He uses the word 'whoa' approximately 100 times a day, at least. 







One of my favorite things he's started saying is 'bub, bub, bub' followed by a pause than, 'bat, bat, bat'.  This comes from a little game we play when he's cuddling.  He curls up on my chest, and I rub his back slowly in circles while I chant, "Rub, rub, rub . . . " then start patting softly, "Pat, pat, pat", then dramatic pause followed by, "Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!" while I lightly run my fingers up and down his back.  He loves this little ritual every bit as much as I do, and I love that he asks for it by name now.  Today in the bath tub he kept patting his belly and exclaiming, 'bat, bat bat!'  He'll also now ask us to sing "Patty Cake" by asking for 'bat bat'.

I'm sure there's a dozen other things he's used here and there, but these seem to be the core of what I can think of him using on a pretty much daily basis.  He seems to be speaking so much more than his sisters did at this age (he also walked steadier from a much younger age) -- I'm kinda convinced he knows on one level that he's gonna be the baby for less time than they were, so he's picking up the pace a bit!


Monday, August 22, 2011

Comparisons

Isaac, Ellie and Annie -- all around 13.5 months old.  His sisters had a bit more hair than him.  But not much.  :-)

Friday, August 19, 2011

Tiny Dancers

After watching his sisters dance and sing on the stage at Thanksgiving Point in front of the waterfall, Isaac joined in the fun, making up his own little dance . . .

His inspiration:



Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Happy Birthday Bug!

I call Isaac 'Bug' all the time -- but before my son, there was the first Bug in my life.  My baby brother Cody.  Or Cody-bug as we liked to call him.  Which annoyed my Dad.  Who prefer we try and think up a more masculine nickname.  Like Snake.

Today is Cody's birthday.  I won't see him today (or anytime soon), since he's off gallivanting through Uruguay.  He's on an LDS mission, with a bit more than a year left.  He's having an amazing time, we get to email with him every week, and I send him more pictures that he knows what to do with. 

I've been thinking about him today.  I miss him.  Mainly, I miss my girls' "Uncle Cody", who is one of their best friends and favorite people in the whole wide world.  He's been gone nearly a year, and they still talk about him all the time.  Anyone who dares try to play with them in the sandbox, be prepared to be told all the dozens of ways you're not as good at it as Uncle Cody.  Every single time Ellie says it prayer, it goes like this, "Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the food.  Please bless Cody on a mission."  Every time.  (Even if it's not meal time).  

I'm a little sad he's not here with us on his birthday -- but at the same time, I'm thrilled that he's having the time of his life celebrating in an entirely different hemisphere, surrounded by new friends and a lot of fun people.  People kind enough to invite him over to help kill and roast a pig.  And a companion who bought a chocolate cheesecake.  It makes me happy that other people are looking out for him when I can't be :-)  (And frankly, if he'd been home with me, I would've NEVER let him kill and roast a pig -- so he's probably better off where he is.  I may have given him cheesecake though.)



Happy Birthday Bug!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

It's a . . .

BOY!


OK, so most people might have already heard via facebook . . . but we had our ultrasound last night and got to see our healthy baby boy.  I think I was shocked.  Happily, happily shocked.  I really would've been happy with either a boy or a girl, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't secretly hoping for another baby boy.  It'll just make life easier -- we have the two kids bedrooms upstairs, so having two girls and two boys simplifies the longer term sleeping arrangements.  And with this little surprise bundle of joy coming less than 18 months since Isaac joined the family, having them be two little buddies to entertain each other just makes me smile.  I also secretly was pretty convinced that because I had any kind of preference (again, would've been totally happy with a girl though!) that the punishment of said preference would be not getting what I wanted.  :-)  Thus my shock at the ultrasound tech's announcement of gender. I should've known it'd be a boy though -- and how should've I known, you ask?  'Cause of the name.  See, back in the days of my first pregnancy, I was convinced I was having a boy.  I really, really liked the name Annie for a girl (it was my nickname as a kid from my Dad, based on my middle name Ann), but try as we might, we could not come up with a boy name we both fell in love with.  Slowly, the baby in my belly secretly became Annie to me, which freaked me out, 'cause I was still so convinced it would be a boy.  But, lo and behold, we found out we were having a girl, and she's been Annie ever since.  Same story basically with Ellie.  Early on in our pregnancy, we were in a store, when a Mom called out, "Ellie!  Ellie Belly, come here!"  Greg melted, turned to me and said, "I want an Ellie Belly!"  (Although we were still debating Ellie or Lilly for awhile -- so that one wasn't quite as firm as Annie was, we never had a boys name picked out that we liked.)  Along came Isaac, and this time girls' names were elusive, and the boy name just stuck and we ended up with a boy.  This time around we joked about continuing our vowel name streak (A-E-I-and now O) with either the name Olivia or Owen.  I like the name Olivia, but it never really resonated with me this time around (although oddly, it was a name we'd discussed quite a bit for a past baby).  But Owen.  That name just stuck in my head.  I had a hard time not thinking of the baby as 'Owen.'  So, just from past experience, I should've known -- it'd be the name we liked.  (At least, I think Greg likes it -- he's been very mute about baby names this time, and he's never objected, and now the girls are calling the baby 'Baby Owen', so he may be stuck with it, like it or not at this point!)  :-)

Oh, and for those who hadn't read about it on facebook -- we took Annie to the ultrasound appointment with us, despite it being REALLY late.  Then, we let Ellie stay up late with Grandma who was baby sitting at home.  Annie was excited about seeing her baby brother first, and got progressively more and more slap happy while we were there (stopping the ultrasound a few times 'cause the tech and I couldn't stop laughing).  (She was totally being egged on by her Dad too, who was telling her funny stories, just to make her more goofy, I'm convinced.)  I let Annie be the one to call Grandma Karine and Ellie to tell them the big news.  Grandma was very excited.  Ellie on the other hand, started crying.  Then sobbing.  For like the next 10 minutes, and when we got home she was still inconsolable.  My Mom had been trying to explain all the benefits to the new little brother in our family, and how she'll have a new little girl cousin born just a few months before, but this just made her sob harder and wail, "But I want a girl baby of my own!"  My Mom pointed out that she has a sister already, which made her miss Annie who wasn't home yet, and she sobbed about wanting Annie there.  My Mom pointed out how much fun Isaac was and she cried that he was not fun at all.  It should be mentioned that it was two and a half hours after her bedtime, and she seems a bit better with the news today.  Not quite happy, but not hysterical.  :-)

Dinosaur Museum

It's that magical time of year where Greg's work hands us a pile of family passes and we go and try and see as MANY of them as possible in one month!  Saturday it was the Thanksgiving Point Dinosaur Museum with the kids, my parents and my sister Star.

The new Physics exhibit near the entrance of the museum was a favorite among everyone . . . in fact, I was worried we wouldn't be able to drag Greg out of there!
Here's Annie, Grandpa and Isaac playing with the balls . . .
 Annie and Ellie repeatedly ran through the 'star tunnel', and got more and more excited each time they did it . . . here's Annie after coming out of it the fifth or sixth time . . .
 Isaac and Aunt Star
 I think the only reason we were able to get Greg away from the Physics exhibit was the promise of the erosion tables . . . it's a favorite with all my kids :-)  Here's Ellie working on building an island for her dinosaurs . . .
 Aunt Star comparing Ellie's size to the fish -- the fish won . . .
 Aunt Star and the girls . . .
 Ode to Shark Week (it was still Shark Week when the pictures were taken, at least)
 Ellie pouting 'cause Aunt Star (the horrible person she is) totally forgot to bring her grape lip gloss with her . . . Ellie was beyond disappointed . . .
 Isaac was a huge fan of the tiny guard rails that worked well as hand rails if you're under 30" tall . . . it was like, "It's about time they start accommodating us short people!"
 I absolutely LOVE this picture of Annie and Grandpa . . .
 Mommy and Isaac digging for dinosaur bones . . . or smuggling gravel out in Isaac's diaper . . . one or the other . . .

Monday, August 8, 2011

Family Party

Saturday night, we met up with Greg's extended family for a fun family night.  The kids had SO much fun at the park we were at -- although, unfortunately, there weren't any other kids their ages, so all the pictures of them playing in the park don't include any of the rest of the family.  But just imagine lots of other cool people were there too, they were just over talking on lawn chairs instead of tire swings.  And I don't tend to take as many pictures of adults in lawn chairs as I do children in tire swings :-)

 I liked this one, 'cause it's Ellie bugging Isaac, Isaac looking pissed and pushing back, and Annie posing sweetly for the camera -- it pretty much sums up a lot of our days :-)

Isaac hanging with Daddy and Mommy 

 Ellie clearing all the cantaloupe from the fruit tray when she thought nobody was looking . . .

 Annie posing for pictures -- the girl does love posing.





I was kind of amused that the only other children there were two little girls just younger than Isaac -- and in the four hours or so we were there, you never heard either of them so much as fuss or make a peep.  Isaac, on the other hand, was screaming at people, throwing stuff when he got angry, and tossing his head around in a dramatic, 'I'm tired and angry' fashion.  (Not the whole time, but more often than I'd prefer.)  :-)  (He did spend a chunk of his time trying to schmooze the chocolate cake and Cheetos from anyone who had food -- he can be very charming when he wants to be!)  Driving home, Greg and I were discussing how our beautiful, amazing children have never been described as calm or mellow or even-tempered.  :-)  Although, I do think (especially after talking to the surgeon this morning) that Isaac's fluid and gunk filled ears were the biggest culprit behind his general pissiness.