Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Carson and I had a wonderful day last Friday, when we baked and decorated and rearranged the house all day. And he almost snitched a cookie.
Our first time making fondue turned out wonderfully! I always enjoy offering lots of fruits and veggies.
Then, some of our favorite girls came over! We ate, chatted, and decorated tins to hold the cookies. Most of our husbands were just down the street at the school studying together. Cute, huh? This picture just may be when we were all listening intently as Holly described her encounter with the Dead Sea skincare salesman.
Holly loves holding babies, except when they spit up all over her.
The actual exchanging part of the party was SO fun. It was a Christmas-y frenzy with everyone giving and gifting and snatching cookies all over the place! I look like I am totally in charge here. And Rachel is the cookie counter... "if we each brought 4 dozen, that means 48 cookies, times 8 girls..." We had to really use our mental math skills here.
And then the studying husbands all came in and crashed the party. Everyone went home happily carrying oodles of cookies.
A couple of borrowed miniature houses plus one yard of quilt batting (with the layers separated) makes a little winter village on our mantle! Our grapevine wreath was also given a Christmas make-over.
The only other purchases I made were a three-foot tree and a big roll of red ribbon. I basically tied bows and draped the ribbon on everything in sight. It's not my dreamy winter wonderland, but it does feel like Christmas!
Monday, December 8, 2008
He just ate his game day breakfast, and now he's off! Say a little prayer between 8:30 and noon EST, please.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Carson's favorite part was an exhibit where you got to open little cabinet-like doors to see different thing. I kept trying to walk away from it, and he would try to jump out of my arms to keep opening those cabinets.
Family photo with the white house.
Rick says I look like a model in this picture. Thank you, thank you.
After D.C., we got to focus on Thanksgiving!! But first, poor Rick had to work for his turkey dinner.
The delicious feast!
So, I was going to edit tons of videos of Carson and put them all together for one really great video. Sorry folks, I've got more important things to do, like decorate our 3-foot tall Christmas tree. So here are way too many videos that are way too long. If you have a spare half hour, go for it!
Some of Carson's first steps. For a couple of weeks now he's walked when encouraged, but just in the last day or two he has actually chosen to walk on his own. It still cracks me up every time I peek in to check on him playing, and he's just standing there or walking from one place to another.
At first, Carson was deathly afraid of this rocking horse. As you can see, now he's figured out what it's for:
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Carson held his cupcake to his mouth like this for about two minutes straight. Maybe he was afraid I'd take it away from him, as I usually do with anything sugar-filled!
Web-camming with silly pappy, who happens to have a turkey on his head.
Carson loved his letters from grandmama and pappyI am working on a video that showcases Carson's cute tricks, but we'll see when that gets finished. For now, some of his favorites include:
- putting up one finger when asked how old he is;
- signing "milk" and "fish", which look about the same except fish has some more movement;
- walking a record of 12 steps, although he definitely still prefers crawling... well, it's actually a bum scoot these days;
- we've officially decided his first word is "bath"... it's hard to tell if he's saying "mama" to me or if he's just babbling, but "ba" for bath is pretty consistent;
- turning off light switches and closing cupboards to "help" are a favorite;
- giving kisses and snuggling when asked;
- showing lots of preferences for certain foods, and throwing those he doesn't like;
- climbing up onto the couch, onto his train table, and on the shelf underneath his changing table.
Carson was sick a few days before his birthday. Sad, but sooo cute an cuddly.
A favorite hiding spot.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
And then, it became difficult to button my pants. Unfortunately, "Rick, I'm getting fat" is a pretty common declaration in our house, so he and I paid little attention to my seemingly expanding waistline. I kept exercising and, again, pushed any nagging thoughts of a possible pregnancy out of my mind.
And then finally, the day arrived in early September when something inside of me clicked, and suddently I knew why I couldn't keep my eyes open after 8:00 p.m., and why I couldn't button my pants without lying on the floor and sucking in with all my might, and why I was having a hard time producing enough milk for poor little Carson.
That day, I pushed Carson up some nice hills for the 1.5 mile jog to the library. He and I went pretty much everywhere with the jogging stroller in those days. I was excited to check out a book that I'd had on hold, and I had some items to return.
"That will be a 10 dollar late fee," the librarian demanded. I froze. 10 dollars??? After a little discussion about why on earth I owed 10 dollars for a DVD I didn't even watch and had no idea that was late, I was forced to pay the fee. As I dug in my wallet for some bills and loose change, my eyes started to fill with tears. I quickly shoved the money towards the librarian, checked out my book, and ran out of the library, trying to stifle the sobs before they all broke loose. I bent down to make sure Carson was buckled in (and to hide my wet face from public view), and suddenly, it hit me.
I was crying. Hard. Over a late fee from the library.
I had to be pregnant.
The end. Except it's really the beginning I guess, because a week later I had an ultrasound which revealed that I had actually been pregnant for nearly 3 months, without anyone bothering to let me know there was a baby growing inside of me. Now I'm 5 months pregnant, one appendix less, looking like I'm about 8 months pregnant, and we're excited to have 2 little boys who we hope and pray will be best friends. The real end.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I love, love, LOVE this book. It's written entirely in letters, and it takes place just after World War II has ended. It's hard to articulate a brief summary of the plot, but I'll try... Juliet, a single writer living in London, receives a letter from a stranger, a man who lives in the British island of Guernsey. He inquires about a book with her name written in it, and they develop a friendship through writing letters. Juliet learns that her new friend belongs to a Literary Society created as a cover-up during the German Occupation in Guernsey. Eventually, all the members of the Society write to Juliet, describing their experiences during the war. These charming people, the residents of Guernsey, fall in love with Juliet and she with them. I, too, still smile and laugh a little when I think of their delightful letters!! Juliet ends up meeting her friends in person, and then the traditional love story takes place, which made me very happy! I also appreciated a new view of some of the heart-wrenching suffering that took place during World War II. Residents of Guernsey were forced to send their children away, and then to live without food, soap, etc., and in constant fear of their German oppressors.
This book is just the perfect blend of a little bit of romance, some well-researched history, lots of references to literature and the arts, and a group of characters that seem like some of the most delightful people who've ever lived! I would absolutely recommend getting to know Juliet, Dawsey, Amelia, Isola, and the rest of the crew!!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
I'm a bit concerned.
I still get startled when Carson flashes a big smile. The sweet, toothless baby is no more. I miss the gummy smile, and the kisses that did not include painful bites.
It is 10:30 a.m., and I just changed big, full, stinky, poopy diaper number 3 of the day. Is this normal?? I've heard rumors of children that have poopy diapers only once a day, or even less frequently. Do they really exist??
The burning questions of this stay-at-home mom.