Thursday, December 20, 2007
Isabelle has been rolling and even crawling backward, but now she is ready for anything. I guess it is time to get out the baby gate.
She is getting more independent each day. I had her on the floor in my room and I was busy cleaning out my dresser (Corban was sleeping or this never would have come to pass) and she started fussing. I knew she was probably wanting food. I had given her a bottle maybe one half hour before, but it was only 6 oz and she likes at least 8oz in the afternoon. She had rolled over and grabbed the empty bottle and was trying to drink from it's emptiness. Silly girl. Smart, but silly. So she got her wish of a new bottle, of course.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
We were even lucky enough to run into my Dad, Jeff, and Lindsay. Connie, Andy, Dave, and I took our seats and listened intently. It was nice to have a date night and we both really enjoyed the concert, but the most exciting event of the night was yet to come. As we walked in the freezing air to the parking lot we heard a commotion while crossing a street. As the crowd parted, going their separate ways, there was a sighting that made Dave's eyes glow with anticipation. His wish came true, for he was able to finally meet Sasquatch Santa! Since seeing is believing I will include the following photo. . . Enjoy!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Check out those pearly whites!
I heard a ruckus in the adjoining room and after a quick investigation found a wild man fighting a poor defenseless punching bag in our spare room. I am not sure who won, but I don't think it was the punching bag.
Of course, once his fight was through this mini wild man he had to re energize with his food of choice, an apple.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Corban is his normal self, talking more and more. He loves to "talk" on the phone whether there is someone on the other line or not. We had our first attempt at potty training today. Not great. But now he seems more interested, at bed time he wanted to wear his "pants" (he calls his new underwear) to bed. (He actually unzipped his jammies and took off his diaper and was trying to figure out how to get the underwear on while his feet were still in the jammies) But with the kids being sick all this week I was too lazy- i have had my share of changing bed sheets for the month. So tomorrow we will try all day in "big boy pants" and see how it goes. I am prepared for many outfit changes, but am tired of diapering so it is worth a shot, and if it works it will be all worth it.
Isabelle has been struggling with teething, she has one more tooth to break through which will make #4 this month (#5 all together). She is such a trooper.
She loves standing and actually throws a fit when you have to lay her down- she kicks her legs (lifts them up and throws them to the ground-silly girl.) She is nearly crawling and surprisingly mobile- a bit of scooting and rolling can usually get her what her heart desires.
Dave has been working so hard this month. We hope he can get a break soon. I am so lucky to have a husband that works so hard so I can stay home. Here is a preview of what his new website will look like (http://www.sasquatchcycle.com/). Dan has been woking on getting it set up. It looks awesome!
Well- I hope everyone else is doing well! Love you all! Thanks for checking up on me and my little family!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Here is a picture of MY little monkey playing in a tree.
Today after church Corban was sitting at his little table in the front room with many glares out the window. He started telling us about a crocdile in the water outside. He would point outside say crocodile and sign it, tell us it is in the water- he would sign that too. Then he started telling us about the other animals that were inhabiting the backyard.
He is so amazing- all the pretend play he has been doing lately is so awesome! He then had to drag Dave outside to play with the animals- then when I joined he showed me how to feed leaves and sticks to the alligator (he kept switching croc/gator). What a cutie!
Saturday, November 3, 2007
One Happy Grandma!
If you check out Rebecca's and Lindsay's blogs you will find more info on our recent adventure in Keizer, OR. Lindsay and I made a trek in her saturn with two children- constantly reminding us of their presence- to surprise our mom and sister. It was a sweet reunion we will not forget.
It was a great mommy/sisters weekend.
I have not updated my own blog in such a long time- I have been very busy working on our new Relief Society blog (new way to view our RS newsletter), getting the kids back to their regular schedule, etc. Plus, with NaNoWriMo started a few days ago- I hope things go well with that. :) It will be a good laugh to look back on. Michelle and a are a bit nutty- but adventurous nonetheless.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Michelle's post about National Novel Writing Month was intriguing. I am going to do it. Maybe I won't finish, but it will be a good laugh either way. And after reading the following from the website I am determined to try.
If I'm just writing 50,000 words of crap, why bother? Why not just write a real novel later, when I have more time?
There are three reasons.
1) If you don't do it now, you probably never will. Novel writing is mostly a "one day" event. As in "One day, I'd like to write a novel." Here's the truth: 99% of us, if left to our own devices, would never make the time to write a novel. It's just so far outside our normal lives that it constantly slips down to the bottom of our to-do lists. The structure of NaNoWriMo forces you to put away all those self-defeating worries and START. Once you have the first five chapters under your belt, the rest will come easily. Or painfully. But it will come. And you'll have friends to help you see it through to 50k.
2) Aiming low is the best way to succeed. With entry-level novel writing, shooting for the moon is the surest way to get nowhere. With high expectations, everything you write will sound cheesy and awkward. Once you start evaluating your story in terms of word count, you take that pressure off yourself. And you'll start surprising yourself with a great bit of dialogue here and a ingenious plot twist there. Characters will start doing things you never expected, taking the story places you'd never imagined. There will be much execrable prose, yes. But amidst the crap, there will be beauty. A lot of it.
3) Art for art's sake does wonderful things to you. It makes you laugh. It makes you cry. It makes you want to take naps and go places wearing funny pants. Doing something just for the hell of it is a wonderful antidote to all the chores and "must-dos" of daily life. Writing a novel in a month is both exhilarating and stupid, and we would all do well to invite a little more spontaneous stupidity into our lives.
Anyone else ready for the challenge?
Friday, October 12, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
This is one of my favorites (obviously- from my title). I felt it needed to be posted for all to appreciate. There are so many truths in this poem, I love it. I am sure most of you have read it; nevertheless, here it is for your pleasure. :)