Friday, March 30, 2012

1 Year Old

I am one year old!! It is the best thing in the whole world- I am a SERIOUSLY big boy now.

I sit in a big boy car seat.

I got my top two teeth the very week that i turned one! It is a lot more fun to bite things now, though mom and dad wont let me chew on them anymore which is sad. But I DO get too brush my teeth every night which I LOVE.

Now that I am one I only drink from cups. (No more bottles for mommy to wash- yay!)

I ONLY eat big people food- no more formula, no more baby food. My favorite foods right now are anything chocolate (including chocolate chips in pancakes) bananas, grapes, and things that CRUNCH like Chex cereal and gold fish crackers.

I started to pull myself up and I can walk around holding onto anything- with only one hand! I can also stand up all on my own but I really don't like too.

After I learned how to walk around I also finally figured out how to crawl. Its pretty fun.

Now that I am one, and walking, and wearing shoes, I LOVE to go to the park and swing. I also like the slides and will even go down them head first all on my own!

I have learned that now that i am one, that there are things that i am not aloud to touch like the on off button on dads computer or moms headphones. I really hate being told no though, and I am super stubborn so I will grab at things three or four times until mom and dad have to shout no at me and then I'll let go, but I get mad and cry.

I figured out how to open cupboard doors. But mom only has heavy things in the bottom cupboards so I really leave things well enough alone. Sometimes mom will even put Tupperware bowls and spoons on the floor of the kitchen for me to play with which I love. Its fun to be in the kitchen when she is.

I love to wave at everyone I see and say Hi! Dada is my favorite second word. I like to say them together. If I screech "Hi dada!" and wave furiously at him and smile real big, he will usually think I am so cute he will stop studying and come and play with me.

I LOVE to play with dada. He lets me chase him and then he chases me! It is so much fun!

Mom and I have fun too. When dad is gone we have dance parties to Lady Gaga and mom will twirl me SUPER fast which is fun. And then we read a lot of books together and she tickles me a lot which I think is SUPER funny.

I am still a champion sleeper. I take two great naps and usually sleep 13 hours at night. I like to talk to myself and play in my crib when I wake up and go to bed. The only thing that wakes me up ever is the toilet flushing. I don't even wake up to thunder or sirens!

I am still scared of the vacuum and the blender. And I don't like listening to the tub being filled though I DO love to watch it drain.

My favorite toys are my plastic dino and a cool noise making table my friend Luke gave me. I love ANYTHING that makes noise. I also really love books, especially the church one my Grandma Janice made me before I was born. I love looking at pictures of me and my family.

Some other things I like to do is watch cars go by and watch BBC Sherlock Holmes with mom and dad. I also LOVE to grocery shop with mom. There are so many people to wave at in a store! I love to crawl around in new places like church. And I love my friends Noah and Luke.

For my first birthday we had a DINO party!! It was great. I went out to breakfast with mom and had chocolate milk and pancakes, and I ate ALL of moms scrambled eggs.

I LOVED watching my balloons on my chair.

Mom and dad set all my presents on the living room table and let me spend all day opening them up. I loved the tissue paper and eating the wrapping paper.

I love my tent and my dino hat that mom made me!

I also LOVED my chocolate cake! It was so YUM!! (I am glad there are leftover cupcakes for me to eat too.)

Birthdays are the best- and so is getting older!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

My Friend G

(This is a short thing I wrote this morning after having a good chat with my friend Becky last night. Dont worry if it doesnt make sense to you.) 

       He's a silent sort of fellow, my friend is. He's the type that you would never be able to see in a crowd unless you had been acquainted with him before. I could stand with a group of people and he could walk through us and no one else would take any notice of him except for me. But that's because he has introduced himself to me before.
       He looks different every time I see him; I do as well. You cant stay the same between seventeen, twenty one, and twenty six years of age. Your hair will be different, your clothes will have changed; there will even be differences in the way you stand and the way you talk. But people always know who you are. No matter how much you change your genes are the same, your chromosomes are the same.
      No matter what he wears, no matter how he comes, I always know my friend when I see him. Its the way that I feel when I am around him.
      I was seventeen when he first introduced himself to me. I was late to school that day, I had just finished passing my drivers license exam. It was a few days before my birthday. I was standing alone in my high school hallway and he shocked me; it was as if he had just appeared in the spot where another friend has been previously standing.
      He held his hand out to me, his clothes matching the greyish blue of the carpet underneath him. He didn't smile. “Hello,” he said.
      He stood by me for a long time- maybe a month or so. He was very silent. I was very silent. We never touched.
      After that month I grew tired of him stalking me like a shadow so he handed me a pencil and he suggested, “Try this. Maybe then I will leave.”
      It worked; he did leave. I didn't really see him again for four years- not until I was twenty one. That time I was in the room I had lived in when I had lived at home. I was alone, sitting on my old bed. It was late at night. He opened my bedroom door quietly and sat down next to me on the covers without a word.
      I started to cry at the sight of him. I knew who he was. I wasn't sure I could handle his company again like I had when I was younger; I wasn't ready for him to take a place in my life once more. That night he wrapped his arms around me and despite my reservations I gave in and embraced him. We fell asleep together like that.
      We fell asleep together like that for many nights. For more than a month this time. Every night and day of that month and a half he held onto me, tightly, every where I went. And I held back; I wrapped myself in him.
      That time my friend was the one to tell me that he needed to leave. “You cant hold me like this,” he said. He looked sad. “Otherwise you will become me.” He handed me a pencil again. I ignored it; I wouldn't take it.
      Finally one night he forced it into my hand. “I don’t care if you don’t want it,” he said. “You have to use it. You and I are not meant to be lovers like this. And last time we met this was the only way to get me to leave.”
      It worked again- just like it had before. It took him longer to go away; neither of us were willing the separation but later I saw how much I needed it- the break from him. I had needed him with me that first night that he held me in my bed, but after a certain amount of time he worked for my ill instead of my good.
      The last time I saw him I was almost twenty six. I had just come home from the hospital that morning, and now it was night. I was tired. My son was in bed, my husband was studying, and I was sitting on our second hand couch reading. I heard my friends footsteps as he approached me. We both smiled sadly at one another as he sat down next to me, his gray shirt and dark pants mirroring mine.
      “Hello,” we said to each other. It was as hard to see him this time as it had been the time before, but I knew him now. After holding him the way that I had in the past I understood him now. That night he put his arm around my shoulders and we settled back into the cushions for the night.
      That was the shortest amount of time any of his visits have ever been. I needed him for the week that he was by my side, following my daily habits, but I knew from times past that I didn't need him longer. We were both ready when he handed me my pencil.
      “Its time,” he said.
      I sighed. “I know.” When I took the pencil from him he leaned down and kissed the top of my head in a familiar way, in a way a good friend says a good bye to another good friend, and I heard him walk out the door.
      When I finally take his proffered pencil and my friend leaves me, he never really leaves in the way you think. He doesn't come to talk, or to sit, or to hold any longer. But I glimpse him sometimes. When I smell razzelberry pie or when I hear the name Sicily; I can always be guaranteed to spot him near by, sitting and looking at something that isn't me.
      When I hear a skateboard going by or see an old white truck pass I can usually be sure to see him, riding on top or inside, his face turned from me.
      And recently, since his last visit, when I smell baby powder or see letters from formula company’s in the mail, I realize that he was the one that delivered the letter or handed me the powder but I always notice him too late. He's left before I can really look at his face.
      Its hard for those who have never met him to understand him. Its hard to believe in our relationship. Its makes me so mad sometimes how judgmental a person can be about the two of us. I know better; I know my friend. We aren't new chums he and I; no matter how different he looks in the future I will always know when he has come because of the way he makes me feel.
      And the thing is, you cant ever really understand him, or us. Not until you know him for yourself. Not until that day when he comes to you and holds out his hand, unsmiling, and says like he did to me when I was just seventeen:
      “Hello, my name is Grief.”

Thursday, March 22, 2012

What We Have Been Up Too

A lot! :) If you cant tell, that is why I haven't been blogging- Adam Adam has been hogging all the computer time. But he and Logan are both sick at the moment which, though that is NO fun, it DOES mean I get a few hours alone with the computer :) So here is what we have been doing!

1. Studying- a lot of it. BUT it does pay off seeing as on his last...5 or 6 tests? Adam has gotten a 90% or above. BIG deal. Basically he's amazing. Meanwhile I chill at home reading, writing, crafting, exercising, cleaning, and playing with Logan. Being a stay at home mom, I tell you, best thing to ever happen to me :)

2. We went to see the planets! Randomly at like... 6 one night before daylight savings, Adam DRAGS Logan and I outside to some random field near by because... Saturn and Jupiter? Two planets were suppose to visible in the sky right at sun down. It was freezing BUT- also pretty dang awesome :)

3. Celebrating! Basically I will use ANY excuse to go out to eat so while Adam has been doing so well on exams, it has given me an excuse to peruse restaurants in town :) This is us having a fun lunch out afternoon at Ruby Tuesdays.
4. St. Patrick's day! We actually celebrated it for once. Weird :) Adam didn't even complain when I made him put on a green shirt.
5. The park! These past two weeks is has been warming up here in West Virgina- in fact it should get ABOVE 80 today. (Too hot for me.) But, it is fun for Logan so we have made MULTIPLE trips to the park. HE LOVES IT. The swings are his favorite- he cries when I get him off though the slide always seems to cheer him up :) He will even go head first ofg his own accord!

6. Working out. There is always a lot of that. Since Adam bought me my awesome bike for Valentines day I (and Logan :) have been using it almost daily. Adams also running a few miles each day to get ready for officer training this summer. He will be in San Antonio for six weeks, and too keep myself from crying daily because he is done, I and Logan will be in Oregon for six weeks!

7. Logan's BIRTHDAY is this Saturday and I will write more about him then, but sufficith it say- he is walking and crawling and eating anything he can see. Literally. :) But he still remains the HAPPIEST kid on earth. And he is SO much fun. I have a feeling he gets away with WAY too much.
8. Blue and Gold Dinner! Adam is the cub scout committee chairman in our ward, so a while back we all high tailed it to the blue and gold dinner- it was pretty cute actually. They did a space theme and had some guy from the University come and talk about stars... I liked tasting the cakes from the cake contest and Logan ate probably a whole Orange :) He was sticky as heck but he smelled nice :)

Now we are just looking forward to Logan's Birthday, the Hunger Games movie, conference, Easter, Adams Birthday and the pool opening :) Lots of fun stuff before our summer adventures.

Friday, March 2, 2012


I have been trying as HARD as I can to loose the ten pounds I gained during pregnancy #2, Christmas, and then the post miscarriage chocolate depression :) (Hey- it helped!) And one of the ways is by moving my BUTT off. We're talking like- 2000 calories a day of exercise. (Thank heavens for my bike right?)

One of things that ALSO helps is that Logan LOVES music so I try to have it on all the time. When Adam is home, we listen to classical during study time and rock during fun time.

When Adam is not home we listen to country during writing time and POP during everything else :) And I cant listen to pop without dancing so Logan and I have had a few dance parties in our home.

To encourage myself to move more I decided to make a cute subway sign like the ones you see every where for my living room. I made a list of my favorite quotes about dancing (that I found on the internet) and then chose one for my wall.

Here were my favs:
Stifling an urge to dance is bad for your health - it rusts your spirit and your hips.  ~Terri Guillemets

Socrates learned to dance when he was seventy because he felt that an essential part of himself had been neglected.  ~Source Unknown

Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.  ~Author Unknown

To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak.  ~Hopi Indian Saying

I see dance being used as communication between body and soul, to express what it too deep to find for words.  ~Ruth St. Denis

Talk about dance?  Dance is not something to talk about.  Dance is to dance.  ~Peter Saint James

There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good.  ~Edwin Denby

I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance.  ~Friedrich Nietzsche

We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.  ~Japanese Proverb

Dancing faces you towards Heaven, whichever direction you turn.  ~Terri Guillemets

Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?  ~Friedrich Nietzsche

And this little gem is the one that one the place of honor:
There are short-cuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them.  ~Vicki Baum

So turn on a little Black Eyed Peas or Cobra Starship and have some fun today :)