Friday, October 15, 2010

fourteen.

I don't think I've mentioned yet how I've been a sicky for the last week.
Coughing up a lung.
Sneezing up a storm.
All sorts of stuff.
I'm not a fan.
But luckily, all my handwashing and coughing into my shirt sleeves have spared Carly from the worst.
I seem to be a bit better today.
I didn't feel like dying.
But being sick when you're the mom really is no fun.
Cuz the Shmarly doesn't stop.
~
Anyway, to celebrate all sorts of things, from Carly reaching 14 months of life, to Chris coming home before 7, to me being taken off the disabled list and labeled day-to-day, we had date night.
How do you do date night when you are poor?
1-Bring the baby.
2-Eat dinner at home beforehand.
3-Order just small fries and milk shakes.
4-Watch the [free] MLB playoffs as your entertainment.
Bam. Date night.
~
{very serious about her cheese fries. see her new Frankenstein bib peeking through?}
{happy family date night.}
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Did you notice I mentioned Carly is a whopping 14 months old?
At 14 months, our Wild Thing . . .

loves, loves, loves brushing her teeth.
I have to limit her to 3 times a day.

gets into everything.
She loves to empty things and disperse the contents.
Cupboards, drawers, purses, you name it.

loves Elmo.
Elmo's World is the only TV she watches.
And she points to him and squeals and says "hi!".
Then she just sits/stands and watches.
It is the only 20 minutes during the day where she is awake and still.
As long as she is sitting on my lap and I'm watching with her.

is still a generally lousy eater.
And a loud eater.
Screams a lot during meal time.
But if its something she likes (like cheese) she will stuff it all in her mouth at once.
I've been quite impressed with how much banana she can fit in that little mouth.

is still happiest outside.
Loves to push her stroller.
And go down the slide.
And meet doggies.
And say "hi" to strangers.

She can also identify her head and stomach:

And she is really good at saying "hi":

Though, she seems to think "hi", "da da", and "doggie" are the only words a girl really needs.
I can't get her to expand her vocabulary at this point.

She snuggles with dish towels.
I don't know why.
I'm planning on making her a small snuggle blankie.

She likes giving my stomach raspberries.

She likes playing soccer.
We kick her ball around our big kitchen.

She loves animals.
At the library there is this giant stuffed alligator.
She ran right up to him and said "HI!".
Like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in forever.

She is ticklish on the back of her thighs.
Just like her daddy.

Every morning at breakfast she points to where the Rice Krispies are.
Her mean mommy never lets her have one, though.

She runs to her daddy and gives him hugs when he gets home.
And then makes him hold her for an extended period.

She gives the juiciest kisses.

She takes her sleep seriously.
When I try to kiss or give her snuggles she pushes me away like,
"just let me sleep!"

She is really, really, cool.

Yay for 14.
4 months until nursery.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

morse code.

Yesterday, we put a little Halloween package together for Carly's Uncle Brady.
Halloween treats and pictures of his favorite niece and cups with spiders on them and a sparkly pen with a pumpkin on top.
And the cutest Halloween dish towels.
{I heart Target's dollar section}
"You got him dish towels?" Chris asked.
"Well its not like he can walk around in Halloween socks" I reply.
~
Then I sat Carly down and told her to draw a picture for Uncle Brady.
Her picture was a series of dashes and dots.
I hope Elder T can read Morse code.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

yes, i know it's not real.

Ok, if you haven't read the Hunger Games and are even vaguely considering it, I will tell you when to stop reading. Or you can stop now, because none of this will make sense to you anyway.
~
The other night I had a dream. Of course, I was in Panem, and me and this girl I went to high school with were trying to escape (my mom sent me a text that day saying she saw her at Walmart, which is precisely how she ended up in Panem with me, as I haven't seen her in years). Anyway, we were trying to escape with Carly and the girl's little boy, and the girl had these really tall boots on that were making it impossible for her to go very fast and it was driving me crazy. All the Peacekeepers were wearing Sidney Crosby jerseys, like they were trying to convince me they were friendly. And we had to make it to the MTC in the Capital to rescue my little brother because he was sick. It was seriously stressful. I don't know what ever became of us. I woke up before the end.
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What, you don't have nightly Panem dreams? Maybe that's just me.
I finished the last book last night, and let me tell you, I enjoyed them quite a bit. I went in to them literally having no idea what they were about. I remember when Mockingjay came out a few months ago everyone's Facebook status was about it, and later a friend told me she had them so I borrowed them. I was pretty surprised when I actually got into the first one, by what it was about and how it was written. I was kind of expecting something along the lines of Twilight, a lot of mushy love with a bit of action. But these are mostly action with a bit of confusing love. Right up my alley (ha!).

Since I'm no book critic, I'm going to share my thoughts in a series of likes and dislikes. You should probably know that this is entirely too long, and its mostly for me, as my mind has been spinning with thoughts I have no one to share with because I want Chris to read them (probably at Christmas time) without them being ruined.

{Ok, if you haven't read the books and want to, stop reading now. Seriously, because I'm going to ruin them. Chris, that includes you.}

This is in no particular order.

Like: Prim. I love how Prim matures and develops throughout the series. How she becomes the rock of the family as Katniss crumbles. How, as Katniss describes her, had the best attributes the family has to offer. She comes across as sweet and innocent, but she is talented and calm when the chaos ensues, when the sick and dying need her. She knows exactly what is going on and how things are working without having a panic attack (Katniss . . . ). And one thing the author did that I love most of all? At the very beginning of Hunger Games, Katniss describes Prim as a little ducky with the tail of her shirt hanging out. That portrayal of Prim then fades, as Katniss notices how the Games and the Revolution have forced Prim to grow up so fast. Her shirt is always neatly tucked in. Then at the very end, just before Prim dies {told you I would spoil the books, cheaters}, she returns to that image, the ducky with the shirt tail hanging out. Tears, I tell you. Love me some Prim. I have a current desire to name a little girl Primrose. Hopefully that passes before the time for #2 rolls around.

Dislike: Katniss. Yes, I dare say our Mockingjay drove me a little insane. She had a good heart. Good intentions. Loved those she loved fiercely. She was talented and smart. But something about her rubbed me the wrong way. Can I just tell you this without sounding like a crazy person . . . Katniss drives me crazy because Katniss is a little bit too much like me. Selfish but really trying hard not to be. Unable to express herself appropriately though spoken words. Constantly questioning herself and her abilities. Cherishing nothing more than those she loved. Too often when Katniss was exploring her own motives, thoughts, and intentions, when she was getting to the bottom of how her mechanics worked, it reminded me of me. Though, for the record, I've always known exactly who I am in love with.

Like: No, LOVE, Peeta. I know I've said this before, but he is so much like Chris is my opinion, if only Chris could bake and I wasn't allergic to flour. Sweet and sensitive, always paying attention to the smallest details. Strong and able, but not violent or angry. Able to see the positive, express himself well, and say the right thing at the right time. When he was hijacked, I just knew it was the authors way of getting him out of the way to clear the path for Gale and Katniss, and I was not happy that she destroyed my Peeta. She just barely made up for it.

Dislike: No, like quite a bit less, Gale. To be totally fair, you don't get to know Gale as well as you get to know Peeta. But he always seemed like he had a chip on his shoulder. A bit more angry or competitive than Peeta. But there were times, I admit, that my heart turned a bit and I wanted Gale and Katniss together, but they were few and far between. I do not, however, like how they ended it with Gale. Just taking off to a fancy new job and leaving Katniss without a second thought? Not sure about that one.

All through the last book I kept trying to decide who she would end up with. Both seemed like too obvious a choice. I even thought for a bit that everything would turn upside down and Katniss would fall for Finnick. Then I got pretty convinced she would end up with Gale, that Peeta was all freaked out and guilt ridden by his insanity and he would kill himself to save the both of them. I was preparing for the heartbreak. I literally shrieked when he asked if she loved him and she said "Real". De-lish. Though I don't really think she deserves him, kinda like I don't really deserve Chris. But some of us are lucky like that.

Like: The way the books are written from Katniss' perspective. I like how the language is pretty casual, like she is sitting next to you and telling the story like it just happened. And how its present tense (? I've been out of school too long) . . . Like she says "She crouches beside him and puts the coil in his hand" instead of "She crouched beside him and put the coil in his hand". Ok, I sound like I'm doing a homework assignment, but I thought that was a cool way to write and really fit Katniss' personality.

Dislike: Katniss' blackouts. A couple of times when Katniss got hurt or something, the author used it as an opportunity to . . . not write a bunch of big events, because Katniss wasn't there to witness them. Like when she got burned at the end of the Revolution, we hear about the end of the war, where everyone ended up, what happened to Peeta, and how Gale escaped in one single paragraph. The story lines were wrapped up too quickly when she did that.

Like: The portrayal of Panem. I loved how the future is portrayed. Its so interesting how the future is simultaneously so advanced and yet primitive. The people in the districts cook over fires and mine coal. Electricity is off and on, medicine is unavailable. But the Capital has all the magic one expects the future to have. I think its interesting how the author took the course of history, the destination of North America. Its a fascinating, yet depressing, view of what we could become.


Dislike: Violence, except not really. Ok, this one is making me wonder about myself. The "violence" in the book? Didn't really get to me. I mean the gory stuff didn't. Thus, I've come to two conclusions: either I'm a heartless psycho, or I don't have that great of an imagination when it comes to violence. Can we go with the latter? While I usually produce pretty vivid images that stick with me when I read a book, the gory scenes in the Hunger Games came out very tuned down in my mind. I'm guessing it let me enjoy the books more, because I wasn't distracted or freaked out. That's just how my brain works sometimes, kinda like how I tune dirty parts out of movies and totally forget about it, then recommend the movie to someone and the person is like "That movie was kinda dirty!" Whoops. Yeah, kinda like that.

Like: President Snow. I said it. I like him. Not as a person, but as the bad guy. He was unreachable, safe in his big city, playing with Katniss' life and sanity like she was a chess piece. And the roses were the perfect touch. Something that is traditionally used in a romantic way, symbolizing love. Twisted perfectly into something totally creepy. Don't think I'll ever be thinking of roses the same way. Thanks goodness my wedding took place before these books came out, because I did love my bouquet of roses.

Like: The way the series ended. Love that she ended up with Peeta. Love that all the lose ends came together. Love that Prim died. Heartless? No, if anyone deserved an escape, it was her. And someone really important to Katniss needed to die, and making it Gale or Peeta would have been too easy. Love that they had an epilogue that included babies that looked like Peeta and Katniss. Chris will tell you, I like stories that end in weddings and babies, not "I love you" or a kiss. We need a real happily ever after. Well, as much of one as you can have in the aftermath of Panem.

Dislike: The way the series ended. Mentioned before, the author wrapped things up too quickly. Between Katniss being out after being burned, and being locked away after killing Coin, it was finished in a blur. Oh, I do love that Katniss killed Coin, but I don't like how she was declared innocent based on insanity, and that Coin wasn't really exposed for what she was. I don't like Katniss's attitude in the end. How she was all depressed and seemed like "Ok, I guess this is my life." She got the ultimate reward: a life, loving husband, children. And of course she would have lingering emotional trauma, but you think she would be a little more positive in the end. That she survived. That she transformed Panem. That she beat the Games.

On the whole, I loved the series, though I did think each book was slightly less good than its predecessor, which is not uncommon. I flew through Hunger Games, ate up every word. Fell in love with Peeta, worried about Prim, stressed over Katniss. I really liked Catching Fire as well, especially as it shifted primary focus from the Games themselves to the Revolution as a whole. Mockingjay was slower on the uptake, and it took longer for me to get into it (like a few days rather than a few minutes). Then at the end everything wrapped up so quickly, like the author didn't want to write another book but she still had a million things to cover. But I will have to say that to date its one of my favorite series ever. {Gasp!} I'm not sure why, but I enjoyed my trip to Panem more than my trips to Forks or Hogwarts (still working my way through Hogwarts . . . ). My greatest fear at this point is that they will make the books into corny teeny bopper movies and there will be "Team Peeta" t-shirts (though . . . . just might buy one of those. ha!) and its quality will be lost in an annoying trendy obsession. Just like the destruction of the Twilight Saga. I've already declared to Chris I will never be seeing any Hunger Games movie. There.

How about you? What did you like? Dislike?

Saturday, October 9, 2010

fall-ing.

We love fall.
I think everyone does.
But we do, too.
~
Since its fall, we decided to do some fall-ing.
We headed out to Uncle John's Cider Mill with some friends from Chris's program.
We enjoyed:
caramel apples
fresh cider
pumpkin doughnuts
wagon ride
pumpkin patch.
We also came home with some Snickers fudge (mmmmm) and honey crisp apples.
If you ever consider moving to Michigan, honey crisp apples are reason enough to make the leap.
De-lish.
~
{caramel apple's biggest fan}
{looking at the airplane with Becca}
 {our little sunflower}
 {wagon ride}
 {how tall this fall? we'll have to make it a tradition}
 {heavy lifting}
 {picking the perfect pumpkin}
{it was a seriously exhausting, but fun, morning}
~
When we got home, Carly proceeded to fall asleep for 3 hours and I accidentally joined her for 2.
Meanwhile, Chris was at the adult session of Stake Conference.
He is the good one.
Apparently, I'm being cursed for missing it, as the Twins lost and are out of the playoffs, the Pens have started their season 0-2, and I've got a zit on my forehead that hurts like the dickens.
But other than that, it was a fabulous fall day.
~

Thursday, October 7, 2010

twenty four.

I turned 24 yesterday.
It was a nice day.
~
We had a picnic at the park with lots of friends.
It was warm and sunny.
And there were lots of bees.
But it was fun to spend the afternoon with friends.
~
{picnic time . . . decked out in our baseball gear for the playoffs . . .
her bow has baseballs on it. thanks Dore!}



 One friend brought me flowers.
I was sitting at the picnic table and she said "I brought you something. Let me go get it."
Her 3 year old daughter came and sat next to me and said, "My mommy got you flowers."
It was funny.
And sweet.
I'm grateful for the wonderful friends we have made here so quickly.
My birthday afternoon was a lazy one.
When Carly went down, I watched my guilty pleasure (Teen Mom, anyone?), and laid around and read Mockingjay when the UPS delivery man brought it to my doorstep (thanks again, Jenny!).
Of course, this left the house in ruins, but it was my birthday, after all.
~
Chris came home and brought me my fav, Jimmy Johns.
Then we scooted the couches back and played with lots of toys.
And built a fort.
And cheered wildly for the Twins.
Who almost won.
But lost.
Thanks for spoiling my perfect birthday, stupid Yankees.
~
{wild child}
 {just another day in paradise}
 {birthday fort}
I got cards in the mail, texts, emails, and, of course, the Facebook well wishes.
I felt well-loved all day. 
It was a relaxed {perfect} birthday.
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P.S. Today I finally got Carly to sit long enough to let me put piggies in her hair.
Only took a cell phone, 3 pencils, mascara tube, and a blow dryer.
But, it makes her look all grown up, does it not?

Sunday, October 3, 2010

the things we learn.

1. Busy toddlers and busy sports stadiums don't mix for more than half a game. We went to our first MSU football game last weekend. It seemed like an idyllic thing, all dressed in green with our sweet beauty. She was rather enamoured for the first . . . 15 minutes. Then we kept her busy with snacks and hot chocolate and grandma's Sprite (oh, yes, we even had Chris's parents with us as backup). Chris and I kept finding ourselves saying "Oh man I missed it!" after particularly exciting plays. It was just a bit hard to relax and enjoy. At half time we decided to head out. Carly really was a great sport, way better than I expected her to be, and we did have a lot of fun, but I think I will be limiting the amount of sporting events we take her to that we have to pay to get in.
2. When you are one year old, the best part of a MSU game is the puppy that does tricks in the endzone after each touchdown. Seriously, the guys running around hitting each other? Unnecessary. Just have that doggie catch that Frisbee over and over. Now that's entertainment.

3. General Conference is filled with talks just for me. Every time. A few things that stuck out this time around:

  • Slow down and enjoy. You don't have to be going 100 mph to be worthwhile. This was especially good to hear as a stay at home mom, who spends many days doing nothing more that playing with blocks, picking up socks, tossing rocks, and going on walks.

  • Teach your children by example. This one has been on the forefront of my mind, as I watch Carly mimic everything I do. Its scary to see how she does exactly what we do, from shrugging to dancing to wiping the floor with a rag. She will learn best by watching what I do, so I better be doing good things.

  • Stand by the Church, listen to the Prophet, hold to the doctrine, cling to the values. No matter what the world says.
{she kept waving at the brethren, like she waves at her grandparents on the webcam}

4. When you are one year old, the best part of General Conference is the hymns. Because the Tab can't do it without you.


5. A long walk in a crisp fall evening, warm gluten-free chocolate chip cookies, and a Penguins game are the best ways to end a Conference weekend. In case you were wondering.

Friday, October 1, 2010

deep thoughts.

I have blogger's block.
I mean, serious blogger's block.

I'm on the second Hunger Games book (Catching Fire, for those unfamiliar). Oh man really? I'm about half way in and seriously stressing about Katniss and Peeta and Gale. I was telling Chris today how I'm crazy because I pretty much really care and worry about these people as if they are real. Chris assured me its normal. Its just the sign of a good book. Has it really been that long since I have read a good book?

I have a new nightly tradition that involves soaking in a hot bath after I put Carly down. Its a little bit fabulous to just soak in silence with nothing to do or think about . . . except maybe Katniss and Peeta and how she better go for him because, I'm sure Gale is great and all, but Peeta is awesome. And that leads me to wondering if Chris is more like Peeta or Gale. He is definitely more like Peeta, which makes sense because I would totally choose Peeta if I were Katniss. Anyway, I'm liking my soaking wind-down time.

Its General Conference weekend. Really? It snuck up on me this time around. I know General Conference requires personal preparation, but things have been so hectic lately neither of us have really had time to think about it. Maybe, just this once, my personal preparation is that things are so crazy, I'm just thirsting for some guidance, reassurance, and strength. Maybe just this once that will count.

While waiting forever for our tire to get fixed today (second nail I've picked up in the space of 10 days. amazing), Carly and I walked over to Party City to check out Halloween costumes. It amazing how all womens' costumes these days are the "skanky" version of whatever: skanky firefighter, policewoman, bumblebee, even nun. So weird. I don't buy Halloween costumes, but even if I wanted to I wouldn't be able to. Unless I wore a pair of sweats underneath.

Did you know October is my favorite month? Truly, best month of the year. You've got general conference. You've got my birthday, 3 days before which is my big brother's birthday. So when we were kids, my mom had this birthday clown. It was this little wooden clown that had a button on the back that played happy birthday when you pushed it and its arms could hold little presents. And each one of us kids had a present with our name on it and a few days before our birthday and a few days after the clown would hold the present with our name on it. Except Jason. Poor Jason's present got taken down as soon as his birthday was over to put my name up, since our birthdays were so close. I'm pretty sure he still holds a grudge. But that clown was a integral part of our family's birthday tradition. And you know what my mom did with it? Gave it to DI. Along with everything else that meant anything in my childhood.

But October. Yes Conference and birthdays. The MLB playoffs, which are the greatest time of year, and the Twins are in, but everything is pretty much falling apart for them right now so hopefully they get it out of their systems before the real games begin. And hockey starts. And Halloween. And the leaves change and the weather is beautiful. And as our family expands, new happy things happen in October. Like Jason's wife? Her birthday is in October too. I just love October.

And honestly, how beautiful is this child?
She recently learned how to shrug. She doesn't know the appropriate use of shrugging, so she does it at the most random and hilarious moments that don't make sense. Which is why its so delicious and I could eat her for lunch. Every day.

Happy October.
xoxo.