Archive for February, 2011

February 28th, 2011

chomp chomp

Tonight while I was getting David ready for bed, I stuck my finger in his mouth for a quick feel. I do that sometimes.

David is getting his first tooth!

He’s been really great about it. So far, he’s just been taking longer naps during the day, and he gets a little bit of an attitude when he gets tired (but who doesn’t?). That’s it. What a great baby.

I’m so excited … and yet not. So many emotions. I want to push pause on life for a while. David is so cute and fun and perfect. He’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s been so much fun watching him grow and learn, but I want it to slow down! I want him to be four months old for another month. I want him to keep growing and learning, just not so fast.

We started feeding him rice cereal (mush) a few weeks ago. It’s going gloriously well. He figured out how to eat from a spoon incredibly fast, and now he goes after it with so much enthusiasm that he pushes a good amount of the cereal off the spoon.

This weekend I was going through his clothes — packing up the ones that are getting too small and getting out the next size — and I just stared at his newborn clothes, in awe that he was ever so tiny.

My baby has a tooth. He’ll be in high school next week, and off to college in a month.

I guess I should start teaching him the alphabet …

February 27th, 2011

cat lady

The other day, I found myself sitting next to another young mother with a four-month-old daughter. It was … I don’t know the word. Refreshing. I loved it. I don’t talk to many other young mothers, and I found myself on a new level of bliss. It made me think about my friends.

Aside from Matt and my sisters (the people who “have” to be), this is my list of friends:

  1. “That blog family.” Confession: I stumbled across a blog (by following a link on a friend’s blog list, and then another, and then another) about a family in California almost two years ago. I read this blog religiously and feel so close to this family, even though I have never actually met any of them and they don’t know I exist (other than by my IP address). I’m a weird stalker lady.
  2. Cindy. Cindy is the host of the cheesy workout video David and I jam to in the mornings. She’s so cheerful and encouraging.
  3. Ellen DeGeneres. Just because I watch her show most afternoons.

This is a sad, sad list. I’m just days away from bringing home stray cats, I can feel it. If I weren’t married, I’d be a hermit.

I’ve hit a brick wall when it comes to making friends. Most of my close friends have moved away and the few that are still close are hard to “hang out” with (there are only three of them, so it shouldn’t be THAT hard).

I don’t meet many people because I don’t go to school. Or almost anywhere (the grocery store and the mailbox aren’t the best places to make new friends).

I tried to introduce myself to our neighbor when the florist delivered her Valentine’s flowers to me, but she just took the flowers and closed the door in my face.

I met another young woman who lives in the same complex as us, and it seemed like we would be great friends (she liked the same TV shows, games, and baking). I even lied to her and told her that her dog was cute (I didn’t actually think her dog was cute, but wanted to be friendly).  She informed me shortly after introducing herself that she hates babies. Our potential friendship went up in smoke. I told her that her yucky dog was cute, and she told me she hates the baby I’m holding–not friend material.

Matt and I serve in a singles ward on campus. While I’m “church friends” with many of them, I wouldn’t and don’t “hang out” with any of them. There’s a barrier because I’m married and have a baby and my husband is their ecclesiastical leader. And, quite honestly, we don’t have a lot in common because of the reasons listed.

Let me make things clear: I’m not lonely. I’m not sad. And I haven’t seen any cats lately. I just think, based on my list, that it might be healthy for me to make real friends before I start considering other mediums “friends.”

So, three friends who still live within a reasonable distance, let’s get together sometime. We can meet at my place and eat chocolate.

And friends who live far away, how are you?

February 27th, 2011

I’m crazy for…


I crazy crave chocolate. Every day, all the time. Before David was born, I liked chocolate just fine, but I didn’t go nuts for it. Ever since I brought David home from the hospital, I’ve been craving chocolate like the female cliche says I should. Matt indulges my cravings, so life is good.


Lately, I always feel like eating tacos. Any kind of taco will do; beef tacos, chicken tacos, pork tacos. Mmmm. I think I could eat some kind of taco every night for dinner and be perfectly happy.

Dried Cranberries

One of my favorite snacks is a handful of Ocean Spray dried cranberries. All dried cranberries are fine, but I’ve decided that Ocean Spray cranberries really are the best. I’m almost addicted.

Wheat Thins

I love Wheat Thins. You can eat any thing with a Wheat Thin; cheese (a personal favorite), Nutella, fruit slices, veggies slices.

Fruit & Vegetables

Eating raw fruit and vegetables completes my day, and they make me feel so good; way better than snacking on candy.

February 14th, 2011

I dedicate this to everyone

How we all feel, put to music. Enjoy.

February 14th, 2011

oops and oops

Oops #1: I accidentally turned my child into a light sleeper.

I discovered this oopsie during our California visit. Since I’m the only one making noise during his naps at home, he is used to near silence. When we were in California in a house with eight cousins and all kinds of commotion all the time, he couldn’t stay asleep no matter how hard I tried. Since we’ve been back, I’ve been making an effort to make a little more noise while he takes his naps. It’s not working though, because just ten minutes ago I caught myself tip-toeing past him on my way to the computer.

Oops #2: I accidentally turned my child’s burp cloth into his security blanket.

David has been a very, very spit-uppy baby. For the first month of his life, I couldn’t even put him on his back to change his diaper or go to sleep without him gushing everywhere (I’m not talking dribbles, I’m talking a new blanket and outfit–for both of us). It slowly got better, so I wouldn’t have to change him and my shirt every time I needed to put him on his back, but he was still completely saturating four or five burp cloths a day. Because of his constant spitting up, I always leave him with a burp cloth.

Now, his burp cloth is his favorite toy and cuddle buddy. He LOVES playing with it now; he laughs and squeals at it as he shoves it into his mouth. It’s to the point now, that he has trouble falling asleep with out one snuggled next to his face. It’s kind of cute, but more sad.

Right this minute, notice what he has in his right fist next to his face:

Everyone should be happy they don’t have to look at my hair today: I’m having a phenomenally-bad bad hair day. I tried curling it thinking that would help… worst. decision. ever.

February 6th, 2011

please pass the ketchup

Here’s what we’ve been up to lately.

First (not chronologically), David rolled over! I was getting him ready for bed, and he was happy so we did some “tummy time” for a while. He rolled from his belly to his side, and after some coaxing and encouragement, he rolled to his back. Then I helped him roll back to his belly, and he rolled over again. He needs a little practice before it’s smooth, and he certainly hasn’t caught on to what a landmark event this is, but he rolls. This is both very exciting and a little scary. Life as we know it is about to change, again.

Update: When we were staying overnight in a hotel recently, we put David to bed on a mattress pad on the floor of the hotel room. I put him to sleep wrapped tightly in his blanket, on his back. The next morning I could hear him grunting, and when I sat up, he was about eight to twelve inches from the mattress pad, on his belly trying desperately to scoot somewhere.

Second, Matt and I bought a new air mattress (kind of a long, unimportant story) and we wanted to try it, so we went on a little “camping trip” to our front room. To start our camping trip, we all wore plaid shirts (because everyone wears plaid when they go camping). Our other camping activities included eating foil dinners (which always taste better when they are cooked with fire and not in the oven), making s’mores over a candle flame, and sleeping on the air mattress under our sleeping bag (we only have one… another long story). While we were “camping” we came up with secret identities and had a Bourne marathon and watched all three Bourne movies.

Meet Roger, Nigel, and Jane Clemmens.

Nigel was especially cute.

Third, the Lindsy and Alex wedding was wonderful. It was kind of a long whirlwind trip, which included icy roads, closed roads, staying at a hotel during a power outage (talk about dark), a wedding, a reception, a great-great-great aunt, more closed roads, a derailed train, and another reception.

A few pictures from the Washington/Idaho trip:

David wearing Grandpa’s hat at the hotel (before the power went out).

David trying to join the conversation about whether or not we should stop to get ice cream.

The wedding day was very sweet (and cold).

David looked so handsome (notice how tight his white shirt is around his arms, he’s so buff).

By the time the second reception rolled around, David was pretty sick of the traveling and dressing up.

Fourth, we had a very wonderful Christmas. David loved looking at the Christmas tree with all the lights and ornaments. He also loved being spoiled by all the aunts and his grandparents.

Christmas presents included a new duvet cover*, a new (really nice) pot and pan set, leather gloves and fancy headphones (for Matt), and toys, ADORABLE outfits, and books (for David).

I don’t have a lot of pictures from Christmas yet, I’ll have to get those from the grandparents.

Fifth, Matt, David, and I recently made a trek to California for a quick family visit. It was a great visit and so nice to see most of the family. We drove, so that was an adventure all on its own. David is a champion traveler; there were only a few patches of empty Nevada road that he cried on (but if I woke up strapped to a seat in the middle of Nevada, I would probably cry too).

This is what he did most of the time: try to eat things.

*Everyone has their “things” that they get really into. Some people like shoes (I like those too, but not as much). Some people really like tech stuff and gadgets (like Matt). Some people like jewelry. One of my “things” is bedding. I LOVE bedding, and I’m crazy in love with our duvet. If you want to feel like a princess snuggling in a big, fluffy cloud of bliss, get a down duvet. My other “things” include notebooks (I’m always writing therefore, I have a nice little collection of notebooks filled with my scribbles) and black writing pens.