Friday, February 27, 2009

300th Post

I was just checking out my blogger dashboard, and realized I had 299 posts. That means, this is my

300th Post!

Woohoo! I need something special for it... Hm...pictures? movies? A funny story?

How about pictures of Annalisa. Baby pictures: always good.


We had a mini photo shoot with her this morning. I love having nice pictures of my children to give to our parents and grandparents and great grandparents and anyone else, but kids grow up so fast that professional pictures are sometimes hard to come by. Every now and then, I dress the kids up cute, take them someplace special, and whip out my camera. I try every single setting the little Canon possesses, and sometimes end up with a few decent shots that can make do until I either fork out the dough for professional pictures, or until I try my own again. These are a few of my favorites from this morning. As you can see, we started out asleep, and then she woke up and we went to the church where they have much nicer furniture than my house. I would have also taken pictures of Lee today, but he still has a black eye from bonking it at Grandma H's house last Sunday.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Homemaking Tag

(This is swirling around on my family's blogs, and if it means I can get some cool thing made by my Awesome Aunt Sue, I'm all for it! By the way, if you live in the same town as me, this "Thing" could be dinner!)

I'm not usually a big one for tags, but since I could use some motivation to get crafty, I thought this might be fun.

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me!

My choice.
For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2. What I create will be just for you.
3. It'll be done this year. (ha! 10 whole months :)
4. You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or an article on properly cleaning your face before a masque. I may draw or paint something. I may bake something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog.

The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!

*Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!

*Happy Homemaking!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Quick Lee Funny

This morning we were getting ready for the day, eating breakfast, getting dressed, etc, when Lee started walking around saying "Hi!" and "Good Morning!" to everything. "Good morning mom!" "Hi Daddy, how are you?" "Hi Bear!" Then, he paused, and told Cody and I, "I'm being the Bishop."

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A Few things I have learned about God because I am a Mother

Every once in a while, I am given little epiphanies regarding the nature of God as I observe my children. If you are offended by my religious views, skip this post and come back next time. In the meantime, I am going to share some of these thoughts here.


Last year, as Lee was just learning to speak, I found it highly important that we teach him to be polite. The biggest thing was teaching him to say "Please" and "Thank-you." I, like millions of other mothers, found myself telling Lee "Say Please!" and "Say Thank-you!" almost constantly. I'd be holding some slobbery toy in my hand. I don't want it, I don't need it, and I want him to have it. But I would pause, and tell him, "Ask me please!"

How often does God hold marvelous and specific blessings in his hand, waiting and wanting to give them to us, and says, "Say please!" And afterword, when the blessing has been lovingly bestowed, does he cup his hand to his ear (pardon my sacrilege) and wait for the "Thank you!" I know that since teaching Lee to say Please and Thank-you, I've tried much harder to be patient, to be thankful, and to notice all the beautiful things the Lord has given me.Today Lee and I arranged with Cody to have a picnic when Cody finished his class at about noon. We knew it would be around noon, but sometimes he is released from class early, and sometimes he needs to stay a little late. He was going to call us when he got done. Lee and I (I) made the sandwiches and packed the lunch, and I got Lee mostly ready to go. About eleven thirty, he took his socks off. I was getting Annalisa ready, and became quite frustrated with Lee. I decided to have a teaching moment, and told him he needed to put his socks back on before we could go--that I would not do it for him. He said "Huh?"--he pretends that he doesn't understand when he doesn't want to do something. I told him again. "Huh?" Again. "Huh?" I sat him down on the chair, handed him his socks, and warned him that he would not be able to go on a picnic with daddy if he did not put on his socks. "Oh! Okay! Socks!" And he started doing it. Then he got distracted. He dropped his socks on the floor. He took two minutes laughing and goofing off and pointing out to me that his socks had fallen. I warned him again. I continued reminding him to put on his socks, and that any second Daddy would call and it would be time to go. Sure enough, a minute later, Lee was still sitting on the chair laughing and being silly with his socks, when the phone rang and it was time to go get daddy. Lee was not ready. So I left. (Of course I only left to back the car out of the garage, but typically this is long enough for him to realize the consequences of not being prompt.) I know for a fact that this same scenario took place in my childhood, and I imagine many parents do the same thing.

That's when it hit me--our Father in Heaven is warning, asking, pleading, for us to prepare, to do what he needs us to do, so that we can enjoy the proverbial "picnics" in the eternal realms. And often, it is something as simple as putting on our socks. Not also our shoes, our coat, hat, and gloves, buckling into our carseats, and preparing the picnic; no, just put on our socks. That is all. And, unfortunately, like little Lee, we far too often sit on the chair, wanting to go to the picnic, but we get distracted or we pretend not to hear, and we drop what little we've been trusted with on the floor. We laugh about it, we ignore it. Hopefully it is not too late for all of us to bend down and put on our socks.I believe very firmly that we are all children of God, that he is the Father of our Spirits, and he has the same love and devotion to us that a parent has for his child. Only God's love is perfect. There is much more I can learn from my children, and I plan to try my best to watch for these moments, and to learn the lessons the Lord is teaching me. For truly, as I teach my children, I am the Child being taught.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Two kids, two personalities

I told him very specifically to only color on the paper. Then, I was only gone for a minute to the restroom when...



I did NOT give Annalisa permission to grow up! Now look at her, starting to scoot around and pull herself to her hands and knees. Wow.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Long overdue pictures

Cool pictures, captions above.

Pizza night! We're trying to have these less often, but sometimes it just happens. As you can see, Lee doesn't mind.
Annalisa, 5 months old, striking a pose in her adorable jacket Great-Grandma Voneta sent her. (we have more than one Great-Grandma S.)
Once there was a snowman...The gloves are ears. Lee, Cody, and Anna built him while mommy was out visiting teaching. It was an important reminder for me that the kids really do have a good time with daddy when I'm gone.
I love her blue eyes! Anna makes these flirty, smily faces whenever we put her in her high chair and look at her. This is why she hasn't had any rice cereal yet, because if we try to feed her, she just sits there and smiles and coos and doesn't eat. Funny girl.
Wow, unflattering picture. That's Annalisa, zonked out on my lap. Me on my birthday. moving on.
Aaah, I love these kids! They're both so cute! And so drooly.
Kind of a fun picture of Lee in the bright morning sunshine.
Lee: a self portrait.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Happy Birthday to me!

Today is my 24th birthday. Wohoo!

I was born at 7 am. I used to think that I was such a nice daughter, being born in the morning, so my parents could have the rest of the day to play with me. Now I realize that means my mom labored all night long. :)

Cody proposed on my birthday, my 20th birthday. So this is also our 4 year anniversary of our engagement. When he proposed, he took me to a beautiful rock cliff overlooking the canyon and the whole of the valley. It was gorgeous. On the ground I found this slender, long gold box. I picked it up and inside was a white rose. Cody told me a poem that his sister had helped him write (probably wrote for him), which ended "I have a question for you inside this white rose." I looked closer, he peeled back a few of the petals, and then I saw the sparkle of diamond. He knelt down, and asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes, and that's how we became engaged. Then we walked back and thawed out (it was cold that day!).

Today has been wonderful. We had eggs benedict for breakfast, then did projects at mom and dad's house. We ended with a nice steak dinner and cheesecake. Yum. I also got some fantastic gifts, and spoke with lots of family and friends, which really made the day. Thanks for all your birthday wishes, I love you all!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Happy Valentine's day!

Sorry it's been a few days since I posted. I lost my camera, and didn't take any pictures, which didn't inspire any posting.

We've actually been kind of sick this past week. I am getting over the last dregs of my cold, and Anna started and finished hers.

Anyway, Happy V-day yesterday, and President's day tomorrow. We'll post lots more this week. Promise.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

This is why I spend $30 for a haircut.

It was getting about that time, when all of us in our little family needed a haircut. I'd mentioned to Cody a couple of times, offhandedly, that it was haircut time. I thought that it would be like normal: I go to my favorite Salon, and I get the trusty razor out for the boys. It's hard during the winter to give haircuts, because we normally go outside--obviously not an option when it's below freezing and snowy.

Apparently I'd been nagging about haircuts a little too strongly, because yesterday morning Cody tells me that he's just set up appointments for all of us at the local beauty school. I immediately started panicking; the appointments were immediately, and none of us were dressed, not to mention I don't trust this school with giving me a good haircut. But, Cody didn't understand why I would feel this way (A haircut's a haircut, and $5 is a lot nicer than the pricy salon), and so we all trucked down to the beauty school. I tried to remind myself that Cody was trying to make me feel better, and that this is how he shows love--by "surprising" me with something I need...any way, I figured if they did a good job, I would have just saved myself $25, and if they did a less than decent job, I could deal for a few weeks until it grew back.

I should have just sent the boys.

The girl at the beauty school had the mirror tipped so I couldn't see my own haircut. How the instructor didn't notice the hack job and uneven layers (not to mention the two inch gaps on the right side of my head), I'm not sure; but we weren't even in the car to go home when Cody asked me when I wanted to go to the salon for another haircut. I came home and assessed the damage, called my mom for the name of her hairdresser, then called the salon and set up the appointment, telling them that this was a bona-fide hair emergency.

After that I could finally laugh about the situation. Good things that came from this experience: 1) I get to try something totally new with my hair. 2) I got to spend a morning all by myself at the salon, laughing with my new favorite hair stylist. 3) Cody will never bug me again about spending $30 for a haircut.


Thank you, Jenni, for fixing the mess that was the worst haircut of my life!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Cousins are the Coolest




I wish we had pictures of ALL our cool cousins, but considering the whining two year old next to me, this is as good as it gets for today. But know that we love you all, and we think you're the coolest! All of you!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Adventures with Anna


Annalisa is now rolling over, 360 degrees. She can also kind of sit up, if you lean her forward on her hands a little. When she's on her belly she holds her head up high, and sometimes even pulls up her tummy. She is also the world's biggest flirt and loves flashing her baby blues at anyone that will talk to her.


Kind of a funny thing. Annalisa is a breastfed baby. Every now and then Lee will play with his Bear and sit down on the couch. Bear will then cry "Waah-I-waah-want-waah-milk!" (Annalisa apparently also says this when she cries.) Then Lee holds Bear against his tummy and will sit there for several minutes until Bear is done "eating." I'm not encouraging this behavior, but I don't want Lee to think it's wrong. After all, that is how babies eat, right?

P.T. post #2

I sat for ten minutes on the edge of the tub reading books to Lee while he worked on the potty. And, success! That's the first poop he's done in weeks. Maybe the potty stories will help. We'll see. He's very good at pee, if I take him in every hour or so. He still won't tell us he needs to go.