Thursday, March 31, 2011

A button and things

1. Look, I made a button.


2. I've been spending all my free (and also not-so-free) time thinking about how lovely it would be to have a book exchange party. I've been thinking about the decorations, and food, and the friends. It's an all-consuming thing. Would any of my blog friends like to do this with me? (Ann-Michelle, Utah county is not too far.) Let me know. I would really really like to play.

3. Elliot totally ate it on the sidewalk yesterday.

Poor kid. She must be related to me.

4. I need to spend more time practicing new Zumba routines before I actually go and teach them. I always think I'm ready, but it's usually by the 3rd or 4th time I do it in class when I finally feel comfortable with it. Yesterday I choreographed a routine to the new Avril Lavigne (don't judge) and decided 2 hours later that I could totally teach it. Yeah, that seems reasonable. Right.

5. I have a quick question; do any of you have any experience with a child who has a mortal fear of using the toilet? If so, I'd really really like to chat with you.

6. Punctuation! If it weren't for the Internet telling me how to (and Facebook users reminding me how not to) use it, my life would be controlled by a propensity for comma splices and run-on sentences, which is a really terrible combination.

7. You know what would be really cool? A Lego Lord of the Rings game. (Wow. Did I just get that nerdy?)

8. I work in an office where there are currently four pregnant women, and one who just had a baby 2 months ago. And no I am not next, thank you very much.

9. (Just a heads up, this is a rant. Ok, sorry to slow you down, please continue.) If you sell items from your home (scented wax, jewelry, make-up, kitchen items) I'm sorry, but I am not going to come to your "party". It is not a party. It is a trick! My idea of quality time with friends does not involve a presentation on the amazing benefits of this body scrub, or being made to feel guilty for showing up and eating your snacks and not dropping bundles of cash on some junk that I could probably buy online if I really REALLY felt like I needed it. Does not buying from home sales pitches endanger our friendship? I'd rather not find out. So call me next time you'd like to have family game night, or watch a movie, or cook a meal together. I'd prefer that.

10. Look! It's Rou as the Tenth Doctor!!


Monday, March 28, 2011

Wake the Sun

The sun is shining

I got Elliot to school on time

We saw daffodils blooming outside her preschool

My breakfast sandwich from The Grind is all full of cheesey perfection

Elliot and I saw the baby chicks at IFA

And as I was getting Elliot up this morning, Astoria, who is notorious for complaining and arguing and general defiance any time we say prayers, knocks me out with a cheerful "How about a prayer?" So, we had one.


If this morning is any indication on how the rest of the day is going to pan out, it's going to be smashing.

(click it. Embedding wouldn't work for some reason)

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Swinter

Did you know there is actually no such thing as Spring in Cedar City? It's true. We get Swinter, It's just like winter, only in between the snow storms, there are these deceivingly gorgeous days where the sun shines and flowers, in their confusion, start to bloom - only to be covered in ice a few days later.


It's kind of like this, only not as picturesque. Poor little lilacs.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

I've Brought Shame to my Homeland

I'm off my game this year

It's March 17th

I'm not wearing green

The corned beef brisket I bought is still sitting in the fridge instead of simmering away in the crock pot

I didn't tape a paper rainbow to the wall, or put out a little pot of chocolate gold coins

I'm probably making my Irish mamma weep right now.


AND to top it all off, I forgot to fill out a bracket. The Coach is not amused by this.

So instead of a post filled with mossy Irish awesomeness, here's a picture of a squishy hug by some silly kids.

 

Monday, March 14, 2011

California Dance Party

Ten things: Vacation Edition

1. Hey! Did you know we went to Disneyland? It was kind of spur of the moment. Like we decided on Tuesday and left on Saturday. Nothing like spontaneous vacations.

2. Remember the whole thing about balancing out on vacations? Yeah it was kind of like that, but more on the positive side, which is pretty sweet.

  The low points:
        a. One of our strollers was stolen (At freaking Disneyland outside the teacups! WHO DOES THAT?!? Don't worry, it was a cheapie $10 wal*mart one we bought when Elliot was a baby.)

The stroller - and the kid who constantly tried to escape it


        b. Elliot peed her pants on the way back to the hotel both days.
        c. During the Peas experience, I discovered that Elliot was 38 1/2" tall, the requirement for some of the fun big kid rides is 40". So I bought her some shoes with super thick soles and did her hair high in hopes I could sneak her onto Star Tours (which was closed, bummer) The only one we attempted was Soarin' over California, and she was, alas, still too shrimpy. I half-expected her to get super upset about it since I got her all excited about it while we were in the fast pass line. She was amazing though. Didn't even bat an eye, Just asked to go see the Muppet 3D Movie again.
        d. On the first day, BOTH Blair and I were silly and forgot to charge our phones the night before... meaning they were both dead by noon. Lame

3. Dude. I'm not such a downer. SO many more high points than low. I was just trying to make it sound all dramatic, which, it really wasn't. Here's Elliot's Monster face.

We had a very magical time. We rode rides, and made friends in lines, and ate over-priced food, and did all the things you do at Disneyland. Yay!

4. Favorite rides: Blair - claimed he was just there to make sure all his girls had a great time (what an excellent little minion) Mary - California Screamin'. Single rider line AMAZING, Elliot and Astoria - Both said Pirates of the Caribbean and The Matterhorn (so brave. Love these kids) Rousseau - The Monsters Inc. Ride (that and It's a Small World. We went on both a billion times I think.)

5. Did you know that little kid hoodies cost $40 there? Now I do.

6. We saw the Aladdin Musical twice. It is pure awesome. If you plan on going there anytime in the near future. Don't. Miss. It.  Best genie jokes (this is more for my memory, apologies)  - Calling the carpet "Sham-Wow" "Tiger blood/Winning" "You can run and tell that, homeboy"

7. We continued our tradition of always running into at least one person we know there. My friend Mary (great name, right?) and her sweet family were hanging out in Tomorrowland with us. If you're in the Cedar City area? Go check her and her husband out at Off the Cuff. They are hilarious.

8. The hotel we stayed in had Bunk Beds. BUNK BEDS!

9. Before the trip I bought a book at wal*mart, and it made me feel incredibly guilty. I'm so sorry Braun Books! Please forgive me!

10. We didn't meet any characters or princesses this time... but you know who we did see?

KABA MODERN
Blair and I used to watch America's Best Dance Crew. This just happened to be one of my favorite groups on the show. It was amazing, kids! They did a bit of this dance:




Yes this was probably one of my favorite parts of the trip. I'm a dance nerd. Before they performed they had loud music playing everywhere and I totally embarrassed my family with my stellar moves.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Elder Einfeldt

Hey kids,  Blair's little brother Joel is serving a mission in Tokyo, Japan. So if you happen to have any extra prayers about you, please send them his way, along with the other missionaries (and, well, everyone) in Japan at this time.

Also did you know that the minimum donation for the Red Cross is only $10? I'm pretty sure I can spare a Hamilton or two for Blair's baby brother. It's be pretty great if you could as well.  :)

So far all we know is that Joel is accounted for and that he is safe. We're anxiously awaiting more information.


UPDATE 03/12/11 - We received a short e-mail from Joel letting us know that he is doing well, and is using the yellow work gloves Maureen sent him.:)

Thank you all for your kind support and prayers!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Serendipity

Lately my house has had a very distinct odor about it. Let me give you a hint. This odor is usually accompanied with one or more of the following: taken away toys, an "i'm sorry", tears, lies, laundry, laundry, laundry, mad dad, frustrated mom, and always a pair of pants with a big wet spot on the front. And no, we are not potty training Astoria. It's the other one. The already potty trained one that's causing us grief.


Of course like any rational mother, I start blaming myself, assuming that i'm doing something to make her rebel. I assume that there is something 'wrong' with us and that i'm a bad mother because I can't keep my four-year old dry. The saddest part about it? She lost Lego Harry Potter because of it (because a good percentage of her accidents were while playing said game) This is almost just as sad for me as it is for her. We just unlocked the Accio spell! Come ON! Oh well. She asked if we could watch the first Harry Potter movie together last night, which was so very magical. She kept comparing it to the game. "Hey, what?! I thought that Draco Maff-loy threw cake at Her-my-mee!"

but back to the point...

In the midst of beating myself up over all this, the universe takes a hand. teamBoo, out of the blue, posts a little something that reminds me, Hey, i'm not alone in this. I'm not a terrible mother, or a terrible human being just because my four-year old has bladder control issues. 

 Here is little excerpt from teamBoo:

I peed my pants well into my 20's. As a kid, my sisters would hold me down and make me laugh until i peed (it didn't take much). Once, when i was pregnant with Elyott, I had to change my pants 7 times during one particularly hilarious game night. SEVEN times. I was 19. I thought it's what every little giggly girl did, until I grew up and very few of my friends could relate to my pants wetting confession. It isn't my most proud feature, but there it is (for the record i haven't in like 5 years ;)

My daughter Elyott can relate to this. like 100%. 


And it is ultra disgusting when i go to check if her clothes are clean or dirty and i (without fail) take WAY too big of a whiff (when just a little sniff would've sufficed)...and then my face melts off. And then i think, "uhhh! when is she gonna grow out of this!?" and then the little cricket that lives in my clock reminds me of my first sentence of this blog post (damn.)
Then sometimes I stress about Elyott seeming "so big" already at the ripe age old age of 8. Like how most of her conversations have a varied but certain degree of precociousness (i'm sure every mother kinds feels this way about their kid) but more specifically lacking that awesome preschool aged janky vocabulary set. Most of the time she is usually pretty spot on when she is figuring something out, and I start to long for the days when she said and did really awesome and ridiculous things like: pulled her halter top shirts down below her nipples cause she thought it looked "fancy" or sang the lyrics "popcorn popping on the 'rake-a-dot' tree!" (instead of "apricot") or when she was a baby and we'd say "i love you" and she'd say a very efficient "too"...OR when she laid her clothes out for school to look like this.

I'm glad I can always rely on the Boo-ster for reminders that we are not alone in this crazy motherhood business.

In this totally secluded little world I've created for myself (remember?) I frequently forget how common things like wet pants, trips to the hospital for strange things put in the ears/nose/whatever, and being totally overwhelmed on a daily basis, really is.

And please, if you've had similar issues? Please please let me know. Especially if you have any little golden nuggets of wisdom to share.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Getting Outta Dodge



I realize that I'm not the world's most frequent blogger, and the fact that I'm alerting you to a short, weekend absence seems pretty ridiculous when I usually cap out around 5 posts a month.

But anyway. We are going to escape for a few minutes.

Till then, here are five things for your face. Sorry it's not ten. I'm really only functioning at 45% capacity today.

1. The PHS Rams finished their season with a 19-6 record.(going 10-0 in region). They lost in the second round of the state tournament (bummer) but went on to win the consolation tournament, taking 5th overall. Not too shabby for a second-year head coach, don't you think?

Some of my most favoritest pictures from the season




  
  
 


Gary has the prettiest 3-pt shot. He should have been a dancer.   
Photos courtesy of Dave Mineer

2. I have been sick since Valentine's day. Lamest thing ever. I keep waking up at 3 a.m. with horrible coughing fits. Guh. If this cold had a crotch I would kick it.

3. You know what's loads of fun? Letting your topless one-year old push your four-year old around in a toy stroller.


4. I read more books during the month of February than any other month last year. Does this have anything to do with basketball season? Probably.

5. In case you were curious, the peas are safely out of Elliot's ears. Silly head Elliot.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Don't Try This at Home



Elliot had a pretty rough day yesterday. Threw a tantrum at school, threw a fit as we were leaving the gym, and just to top it all off, she decided to shove frozen peas in her ears before bed last night. She asked for a cup of frozen peas as a bedtime snack. Your four-year old asks you for healthy food as a snack. That should have been a huge red flag right there. I sent her to go watch a movie, and she comes out 20 minutes later crying.

Because she stuck one pea in each ear. And can't get them out.

Took her to the ER last night... they couldn't get them out either.

So I'm stuck here at work, while the amazing Blair-face takes my little Princess Pea to an ear, nose, and throat specialist in St. George.

Kids. Seriously...


Update: She's going to have a little surgery tomorrow morning to get them out.

Oh Elliot.