Friday, January 30, 2009
He looks healthy from all the ultrasounds, so I may only have to do one or two more towards the end of the pregnancy to make sure his placenta doesn't just check out on us like Carson's did.
This child is a MOVER. I never felt Carson kick and move like this baby does. One time I sat with my laptop propped up on my belly, and the computer just about jumped off my lap when there was a sharp movement from the inside. He keeps me (and sometimes Rick too, depending on the cuddling proximity) awake during the night with his endless dances. I hope this doesn't mean he's going to be high energy... I cringe in fear when I come across books or articles with titles like, "Your Difficult Child," or "Taming the Spirited Child." Pleeeease not this one.
And... here is another ultrasound picture. Most of the pictures have looked like a normal baby, but the more I look at this one, the more it makes me wonder what on earth this child is going to look like. His upper lip comes out further than his odd little nose! Let's just hope it's a bad angle. Ten more weeks and we'll see what he really looks like!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I was a little skeptical when a friend lent me a Signing Time DVD, as I'm very anti-TV watching. (Like, we have no TV!) However, I am now a HUGE fan of signing time and using sign language in general. (Note: this doesn't mean you have to watch a movie to sign. We really only watched each lesson a couple of times, and then I knew the signs well enough to just show them to Carson. Although since he's had a couple of nasty colds and was allowed to watch more Signing Time while he was sick, he's picked up on a lot more signs!!)
Carson can sign about 20 words!! When he's sitting in his high chair and runs out of cheese, I LOOOOVE that he just looks at me with big eyes and signs "more" instead of screaming or doing anything else unpleasant to tell me he wants more cheese. Another favorite sign is "dog" (you pat your leg). When we're on a walk, if he sees or hears a dog, that hand goes flying down to his leg to pat, pat, pat. The other day, he was bundled up super tight with lots of blankets during the walk. I heard a dog bark, and sure enough, you could see some movement under all those blankets... a little hand going pat, pat, pat. And as we walk through Costco, he just has to see the sample cart for him to start signing "hot!" For the record, his list of signs includes: more, food, thank you, hot, fish, dog, cat, car, airplane, shoes, hat, milk... and that's all I can think of right now.
Carson also verbally says "moo" for cow and "baa" for sheep, along with the usual dada and (finally!) mama. His most frequently said word is "ball;" he is definitely his father's son and LOVES balls. He also says "cracker," (just "ka" really), and recently "book," which sounds pretty much the same as "ball," but I know what he means.
During the past year, I've frequently said to Rick, "I can't wait until Carson can just talk to us!!" We're on our way!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
A quick summary: Greg Mortenson, a mountain climber who was raised mostly in Tanzania, attempts to climb K2 in Pakistan, the second highest mountain peak in the world. After a dramatic attempt, he's forced to come down without reaching the peak, nearly dead and feeling like a complete failure. He takes a wrong turn on the way down and ends up in an isolated village called Korphe, where the residents have never seen an American before. Basically, Greg falls in love with the people of Korphe and they with him. He realizes that they have no schools (among many other things...like a bridge that could actually connect them to other villages), and he vows that someday he will come back to build these children, who discipline themselves by meeting outside in the cold to scratch multiplication tables in the dirt, their first school. The rest of the book details Greg's journey to keep building schools in Pakistan and then Afghanistan.
I think Greg is an incredible example of selflessness. He didn't set out to make some huge difference in the world and then write a book about it; he just saw a need and was willing to do whatever it took to fill it. He only publicized to fund the building of more schools, not for his own gain. He and his wife and two kids lived off about a 20,000 a year salary just so he could keep building those schools!! (His wife, by the way, is the one I think deserves the Nobel Peace Prize, for supporting her husband being in Asia like 10 months out of the year. I can be a med school wife, but I couldn't do that!)
This book also opened my eyes to new ways that we can fight the war on terror. It makes so much sense to me to get at the terrorists from the roots, instead of just trying to destroy the already existing Taliban. If we were to educate educate educate in Central Asia, preventing the brainwashing that turns young boys into future Osama Bin Ladens, we could win the war on terror without all the killing and destroying.
Finally, I very much admire the religious devotion of the Muslims. If I could only be that dedicated to prayer!! Reading this book was so inspiring and thought-provoking; I hope you can read it too, Inshallah.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
At Jeff and Joni's, Carson had some first-class babysitters while we got to go to the temple.
Christmas morning at Grandma and Grandpa's. By the end, Carson totally got the whole present-unwrapping ritual.
At Bruce and Jeanel's, we got to see their neat tradition of sledding on Christmas Eve. The best part is that the awesome sledding hill is right in their front yard, courtesy of the snow shoveled from their driveway.
Us with the Stanley's, minus Ryker.
Phew, now I can return to posting about current instead of past events!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
When we go on walks, for some reason Carson always lays back in the stroller and doesn't even want to sit up or look around. He just sort of broods there. During this particular family walk, he held his piece of bread in his mouth the entire time.
Friday, January 2, 2009
- drove up to D.C. (6 hours)
- flew out to Utah the next day. (BIG mistake = nighttime flight = baby and parents with 0 hours of sleep to start out the vacay)
- spent 1-2 nights at each of Rick's siblings' homes. (drove up and down I-15 countless times)
- partied with Rick's fam and exchanged home-made gifts.
- flew back to D.C. (much better flying early in the a.m., but getting up at 3 was a little extreme)
- attended my sister's wedding and par-tay.
- visited more family (aunts & uncles, great aunts) around northern VA.
- drove the 6 hours back to home, sweet home.
Oh yeah, and I think we celebrated my birthday, Christmas, our second anniversary, and New Years somewhere in there.
Now we are cleaning, organizing, budgeting, studying (Rick) and nursing the wonderful illnesses that we contracted during our journeys. Pictures to come. Someday.