Here's Robin

HY as Robin Hood

Doughnuts, Dinosaurs and...Robin Hood

So, for Halloween I agreed to make 150 doughnuts for the annual "trunk or treat" party at the church. In the end, I made more like 180+, about 65 yeast-raised, and 120+ old-fashioned.

Though it seemed a tid bit like "neglect your children day," HY did have periodic fun helping me. "I make the teeny teeny baby doughnuts, ok Mom, the baby doughnuts that cry and cry...(referring to the doughnut holes)"

As far as the acutal evening festivity went: HY won an award (or I did, I guess) for his costume "Best Handmade Costume" which went up on our 2007 Wall of Fame. Everyone loved the doughnuts. And EZ takes the cake for being the best child in the world: stuffed into a hot and humiliating dinosaur costume for several hours past bedtime without making a peep of protest. I love my sweet boys!

Day 2

We wake up at 8:00 a.m. (5:00 a.m. Nevada time) to the phone ringing. It is Sunday, and we are supposed to go to church with Aaron's brother and his family at 9:00. Yeah, not going to happen...

Plan B: "Let's go to the Ward that meets at 1:00."

Deborah runs downstairs in pajamas (and no foundation undergarment) to gather something for breakfast from the 'Hometouch Breakfast Buffet' as all three boys are passed out on the beds and the buffet closes in 10 minutes .

Deborah returns with a shockingly large plate of biscuits with sausage gravy,"Cheerios" (Fruit Loops), milk, and a banana.

Finally the natives stir (minus HY) and we manage to get everybody in church appropriate attire.

Aaron wakes HY.

HY whines and walks around in a daze searching for the "Trains outside" (a carryover memory from a previous stay in San Diego)

Deborah finally coaxes HY into a tie by promising an entire bag of microwave popcorn for breakfast.

12:55, we leave our hotel room.

Aaron mumbles all the way to the car. "We can't EVER get to church on time!!!"

Deborah appoints herself as navigator since she was the most coherent family member when Heather gave directions at 9:00a.m.

Deborah quickly realizes that she was "more tired than [she] thought" when taking directions as we have difficulty finding the first street.

HY munches happily away on his entire bag of microwave popcorn and cup of Fruit Loops.

We pass by the Arlington Cemetery and take the exit to the Pentagon. Read: Away from Arlington, Virginia. "Maybe this exit will go back in a loop or something."

EZ puts in a request for a "morning snack."

EZ's request goes unheeded for the moment.

Deborah's chipper comments about how beautiful the scenery is and how "at least we are having a nice drive" start to visibly annoy Aaron who is intent on getting us to Church before Monday.

Thirty minutes later we are back to our hotel after a lovely drive through our Nation's Capital.

Plan C: Skip church (which is almost over anyway) and go straight to Ashley and Heather's. (Back to Deborah's scrawled directions.)

We find Wilson Boulevard and drive straight for twenty minutes trying to find Manchester.

We take several exploratory excursions away from Wilson trying to jog Aaron's memory of where Ashley's home is. "We're close...I can feel it."

EZ's requests for sustenance start to jangle Daddy's nerves.

EZ enjoys Mommy's finger for the remainder of the trip.

HY + popcorn = happy silence.

We finally pull over and have "Family Prayer."

Minutes later, we pull up at Ashley's home.

We spend the remainder of the day enjoying the cool weather and the fact that we are not feeling our way around Virginia anymore.

Aaron and Ashley mapquest several places so our "Sunday Drive" will not be repeated.

We return to the Hotel happy and rejuvenated.

Family Summer Vacation 2007 - Day 1

Day 1

Deborah dresses HY and EZ in matching outfits in the vain hope that it will charm the stewardesses and other passengers enough to assuage any annoyances on the plane.

HY sits on the table and eats as many of the "special plane treats" as he can find.

Deborah packs for everybody into one giant suitcase.

Aaron re-packs everybody into two large suitcases and three carry-ons.

Deborah stops to feed EZ.

HY stuffs five teddy bears, two stuffed dogs, three blankets and a Thomas the Train DVD into one of the family suitcases while Deborah is barricaded behind the Boppy. "Mommy, I all packed!"

Aaron dilly-dallies, basking in the fact that he is DONE with work for the next seven days.

Aaron quickly sobers when he sees the pile to be greased into the Buick: two large suitcases, three carry-ons, one diaper bag, one Pack and Play, one stroller, and two car seats.

Both Aaron and Deborah wonder out loud how they will get "all this honk to the terminal anyway."

Deborah feeds EZ.

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We arrive at the airport in record time and discover the wonder of the "Smart carte"--for three measly dollars you can rent the equivalent of three more adults.

The children cooperate beautifully and we breeze through security and arrive at the terminal with enough time to buy some expensive goodies to eat on the plane. Aaron purchases two Baja Mama burritos and a four dollar bottle of water, while Deborah buys three extra extra large slices of Sbarros pizza and a breadstick.

We board the plane--seats in the very last row.

HY watches movies and eats snacks.

Deborah feeds EZ.

Aaron contorts his body into amazing positions to accommodate EZ's penchant for nursing WITHOUT a blanket, and to shield Deborah from rubberneckers standing in line for the potty.

We arrive without incident at 11:00pm D.C. time.

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Deborah feeds EZ.

After picking up our new wheels (a red Dodge Caravan), we drive around for thirty minutes wondering which way might be the way to our hotel.

EZ starts crying.

In a fit of annoyance Aaron declares all maps in our car "D-U-M" and we hop on whichever highway we see first.

Finally, Deborah sees a Courtyard Marriott and implores Aaron to pull over and ask for directions.

EZ screams his guts out in the car.

HY starts whining for milk.

Aaron finds a 7-Eleven and everyone gets their beverage of choice: Aaron-powerade, Deborah-water, HY-milk, Ezra......

HY and EZ finally give up the fight and fall asleep. Aaron and Deborah enjoy the rest of the ride in blessed silence.

1:00a.m., we see the Residence Inn.

1:30a.m., everyone is settled.

to be continued...

Outsourced

Well, if I was ever viciously attacked and kidnapped out of my home, leaving the children stranded, EZ would be sorely out of luck...but HY would do just fine. This morning I woke up at about 6:30 with EZ. After feeding him and putting him back in his bed I decided to skip the gym (alright, the gym was really only a fleeting thought that was quickly dismissed) and go back to sleep. I knew HY would still sleep for about another hour. So at 9:00 I wake up with a start: the baby is fussing on the baby monitor and....what?...is the TV on?

HY had woken up and:

1. Plugged the TV and VCR in and put in a movie to watch
2. Climbed up the shelves in the pantry, retrieved a box of cheerios
3. Climbed up on the counter (with the help of a chair) and got out a bowl which he filled with said Cheerios
4. Climbed up again and got out a sippy cup and lid
5. Got a full gallon of milk out of the fridge, put it on the table and filled his sippy cup
6. Replaced the lid on the milk and on his sippy cup
7. Put the cheerios back on the proper shelf
8. Got out a hand towel to clean up the spilt milk (when I got there there was only a few drips left and a wet towel)

When I got out to the living room he was sitting on the floor proudly watching his movie and eating breakfast. "I do it myself, Mommy!"

And all this from the man that somehow cannot figure out how to actually "go" when placed on a toilet. Hmmmmmmmm.

It's Gone!

HY got his first "real" haircut today with me at our local hair salon. He was a very very good boy and held completely still the entire time with a terrified look on his face. When I took him to see Aaron at work after the haircut, Aaron about started crying. I had no idea how much the baby shag meant to everyone. Anyway, here are the pics of my little boy--a little man now with a real, little man hairdo. Such a cute kid.

Before:


After (spiky styled by HY's new personal stylist "Mindy"):


After (after bath):

Announcing Baby Boy #2

Brand New Baby Boy!


I look just like HY did!


Look at my great hair!


Just came home.


My Daddy scowled in his first pictures too.

A Whole Lotta Shakin and a Bowl of Fiesties

Life is on speed here in our little town. We are buying a house and having a baby this month--two stressful experiences that, when combined, have produced lots of tears (me) and frustrations (Aaron).

I am definately coming up to delivery time. I can tell because I am starting to cry at the drop of a hat. And Aaron is "trying to remember that this is what pregnancy is like..." Blah, blah, blah, blah. Ok, I know that women are irrational, etc, when pregnant. But here is a word to the wise: Don't ever say that out loud (or even hint about it) to your wife. Just go on like normal. No woman wants to hear "Oh....I forgot this is how you are when your pregnant."

Excuse me?

Oh no you didn't just say that...

It makes me want to say "Oh.....I forgot this is how YOU are when I'm pregnant."

I know, pretty fiesty. I said I was almost there, didn't I? All things being said, though, I have an amazingly patient and kind husband that really does try to roll with all the ups and downs of his wife's personality. And he does it with a surprising amount of grace and generosity. I'm lucky.

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So I've received like a million fill-in-the-blank forwards in the past couple of weeks. They're like the epidemic that never goes away. Hopefully by posting my answers here and not replying to everyone I can still do my duty in "not spoiling the fun."

Here we go:

1. What is your occupation? Mother/Homemaker

2. What color are your socks right now? Try to avoid wearing socks as much as possible

3. What are you listening to right now? Lion King DVD

4. What was the last thing that you ate? Herbed chicken tortellinni, last night

5. Can you drive a stick shift? of course

6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? some sort of tourquoisey blue

7. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Shannon, the enrichment counselor in my ward

8. Who sent this to you? Mermer

9. How old are you today? 25

10. Favorite drink: Water (seriously), but pina coladas come in second with a really cold Sprite, ginger ale and/or cranberry juice coming in close behind

11. What is your favorite sport to watch? Football, duh

12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Once Happy dyed it for me, and Sushi put "low-lights" in it once

13. Pets? Definately, no

14. Favorite food? Yes

15. What was the last movie you watched? I can't remember the last video I watched in its entirety, but I did this morning watch a few minutes of "Lady and the Tramp"

16. Favorite day of the year? Way too many to pick...July 4th, Thanksgiving, any day that Susannah surprises me with stuffed-crust pizza!

17. What do you do to vent anger? Throw plates, yell and scream, hit random collectibles and antiques with my sons plastic baseball bat. No, really though, I don't know how I vent anger. I probably think of something yummy to make/eat.

18. What was your favorite toy as a child? Anything domestic on a minature scale, dolls, pretend food...

19. What is your favorite Fall or Spring? Fall, the smell of apple orchards, the crisp, cold, sunny days, the football games, the school supplies stocked in every store...it's all very very romantic to me.

20. Hugs or kisses? How about both...at the same time.

21. Cherry or Blueberry? Cherry (we're talking about fruit here, right?)

22. Do you want your friends to email you back? If they would like

23. Who is most likely to respond? Susie (just comments, I mean)

24. Who is least likely to respond? Barack Obama

25. Living arrangements? TBA

26. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday, last night...pretty much all day yesterday

27. What is on the floor of your closet? Shoes, bags, (very expensive ties that some two year old finds pleasure in daily pulling down from their hanging spots)

28. What did you do last night? Cried. Signed papers to buy our first home. Made dinner. Rehearsed a 12 voice women's chorus. Brought a birthday gift to a girl I visit teach.

30. Favorite smell? Aaron's cologne, vanilla, butter, etc

31. What/Who inspires you? Family

33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheesburgers, yummmy

34. Favorite car? Don't know...the VW Beetle is fun to drive, though. Maybe a SmartCar

35. Favorite dog breed? Yea, no idea

36. Number of keys on your key ring? Like, five billion

37. How many years at your current job? Hahahahahahahahahahhahahahah

38. Favorite day of the week? Friday

39. How many states have you lived in? two, Utah and Nevada

40. Favorite holiday? July 4th

41. Have you ever driven a motorcycle or heavy machinery? Uh, no

42. If you had a 7 day fully paid for vacation to anywhere in the world, where
would you go? Italy, if at my current weight..., some tropical destination or cruise if I was 40+ pounds lighter

High School: Orem

Favorite fruit: Raspberries, plums

Favorite weather: Sunny but cold/crisp

Like someone: I currently do have a crush on one boy...

Want piercings: no

Want a tattoo?: Only if you do it too

Last person to text u on ur phone? du u txt on ur fn?

Person IMed on-line? IMed?...do you mean IM'd?

Blue or red? Oh, honey, both

Do you speak a different language? Spanish (though "speak" is a genrous term)

How old do you act? Who wrote these questions?

Mood? Happy, yet emotional

The 4 W's Questions:

Whos in the room with you? no one

What was the last thing you ate? Tortellinni

What was the last thing you drank? Water

What color pants are you wearin? Not wearing pants currently

What is the closest item near you that is blue? water bottle

What are you wearing on your feet? nada

What instant messaging service do you use? Oh please, like I have time to IM

What do you wear more, jeans or shorts? Um, do sweat pants count?

Where do you sleep? WHO WROTE THESE QUESTIONS?

Where did you get the shirt you are wearin? Not wearing a shirt

Which is Better With The Opposite Sex __

067. Cute or pretty: Cute

068. Lips or Eyes: I would prefer that they have both lips and eyes, but if I had to choose....lips

069. Hugs or Kisses: Both

070. Short or Tall: Aaron's height

071. Easygoing or serious: Both

072. Romantic or Spontaneous: romantic

073. Muscular or Skinny?: Aaron

074. Sensitive or Loud? Sensitive

075. Hook-up or Relationship: Obviously this is a survey for someone younger than me...

076. Sweet or Caring? Both

___Have You Ever___

078. Kissed a Stranger? Not really

079. Drank Bubbles? When I was little, yes.

080. Lost glasses/contacts? no

083. Got an X-ray? yes

084. Broken Someone's Heart? Every day, pretty much

085. Had your heart broken? Sure

086. Have you been used? no

087. Cried When Someone Died? Yes

088. Cried At School? Yes

___Do You Believe In___

089. God? Yes

090. Miracles: yes

091. Love At First Sight: Yes

092. Ghosts: Whatever

093. Aliens: No.

094. Magic: Sure

095. Heaven: Yes

096. Hell: Yes

097. Cheating: Do I believe in cheating? no

098. Kissing on The First Date: Why not?

099. Horoscopes?: No

Just Go to Bed!!!!!

Well we thought we solved our problem of Hyrum going to sleep in his big boy bed. After talking it over with several parents in Utah we finally came up with the idea to put the child proof door handle on the inside of his door at night. This way I would say "Goodnight sweetheart," hand him his piggie flashlight and a couple of books and then close his door. (Later, after he was asleep I would open the door so he could get us if he needed something in the middle of the night.) This was a dynamite plan and it worked beautifully for three nights--no fussing, no messing around, no Deborah or Aaron camped on Hyrum's floor for half of the night.

However, Wednesday night Mr. Smarty Pants out-thought the system. I put him to bed about 8:30p.m., at about 10:30p.m. I came upstairs, thinking that all was quiet and well with him, and noticed that there was light coming from under his door. The little guy had simply got out of bed and turned on his bedroom light. By the time I got up there he had his entire toy box poured out on the floor, every colored ball on his bed, and he was standing on his rocking chair trying to reach items on a top shelf. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! He cracked the system!!! It's not like I can put a child-lock on the light switch. Now I have to re-think this whole thing all over again.

The Family Car

So the big conversation around the house lately is that we need another car. Maybe it is because I am pregnant and, let's be honest with each other here, out of my mind emotional and irrational, but I can't get my mind around this concept. I think I said something today to Aaron about him "not wanting to be in the same car with us anymore" and that is why he wants his "own" car. Aaron just laughed. "Deborah, I just need to be able to be on time for work without having to wait for everyone to be ready." And, you know, he has a point there. Especially since baby #2 will be arriving shortly. Plus I'm not in love with sitting outside his office for twenty minutes waiting for him to come out, or rushing through something to pick him up, or being STRANDED in this teeny little house all day. Ok, so maybe it is an ok idea after all.

The one thing about it is that I don't want to be lumped into the "Mommy and Kids" car category while Daddy has his car. Although, I guess I should have thought about that before we had Hyrum. When you have children, in a sense, you start to get all lumped together as a category in you husband's mind: wife and kids. It's like we are luggage or something. Notice it is never "Daddy and kids" car. No no no. Yet at the same time, would I want that? No.

I can see that my senses are somewhat muddled by hormones at the moment. Somewhere deep down a part of me wants to think logically and say "yes, poor chap, he needs his own transportation." After all he has basically been dropped off or encouraged to ride public transit for the last four years. By golly! Is giving the man his own vehicle the end of the world? NO! It actually would free us all up.

We'll see how I feel about this tomorrow...