23 November 2010

Trash Day

We moved in September. Once I got over the emotional trauma of not living 2 miles away from my bestie, I was able to recognize how great our new place is. With the exception of some key people and our pediatrician, I prefer our new location over the last. However, there is one very real area where our new home can't compete.

Every Monday and Thursday morning, Jonas was motivated to stop his crying by loud crashing, rumbling, beeping sounds. The boy loves him some trucks. Big trucks. Little trucks. Car-trucks (SUVs). And especially garbage trucks.

When we heard the garbage trucks on the next street, he would yell,"TRUCK!!" and run to the door. Every morning, he pulled up a seat for himself on the garden stone and watched it drive toward us then drive away, picking up all the trash on the street. It was a great morning distraction that he looked forward to.

We aren't afforded that same luxury here, which is fine. Though I sometimes miss that semi-weekly distraction.

(On a side note, the life of a garbage man is way worse than I thought. Please don't balance leftover food or used Kleenex or glass bottles on the top of your precariously-stuffed trash can. It will fall. And they have to pick up every last bit of it. Gross.)

22 November 2010

Who's the Fairest One of All?

At BYU, there is a building across from the KMB that has huge reflective windows. I loved those windows because they were the equivalent of giant mirrors. Most people who were ashamed of their narcissism would surreptitiously appraise themselves from the corner of their eyes, making for fantastic comedic fodder.

Me, oh no, I would never be caught glancing at myself from the corner of my eye. I love mirrors. Especially those ones. I don't even know what building they're on because I was so busy assessing my appearance.

Every single time I passed those windows.

For 3 years.

Each time I walked by, I flagrantly scrutinized my figure, hair style, posture, etc. Undoubtedly one of my character flaws. And as luck would have it, I have passed this down to my son. It is readily apparent that the child loves mirrors just as much as his mama does.

21 November 2010

Simple Pleasures

"I wish I liked anything as much as my kids like bubbles."
--Paul Rudd as Pete in Knocked Up (which I have not seen, FYI)

20 November 2010


The kids have a gorgeous professional dancer Auntie Talese who will hopefully somehow pass on her Rockette prowess just by association. If you are in Providence or Boston, do yourself a favor and see the show. She is the beautiful one in the middle who also happens to be the best one on stage.

Perhaps Talese is infusing her dancing prowess through wardrobe. She sent the kids these onesies and they have been practicing ever since. Jonas is currently mastering the sandwich while Mimi is perfecting her salute.

Thanks Aunt Talese!

19 November 2010

2 months old

Mimi at 2 months. There are a handful of physical characteristics I love about this lady.

I love how deep the crease is between her lips. I love how firm her cheeks are, despite looking so squishy. I love how she was born with the most perfect eyebrows, and how she raises one at a time. I love how this first picture is the exact face Jonas makes when he is mildly disappointed. I love how her eyes crinkle at the sides and in between when she smiles. I love how she has way more eyelashes on her left eye than her right.

13 November 2010

I Should Have Studied Astronomy

I love when the stars and planets align and my two babes sleep at the same time.

I hate when I spend all three hours doing nothing except waiting because "one of them will wake up any minute."

10 November 2010

Say nose

Jonas speaks a language that most toddlers seem to know, but parents don't. It's called, "I'll say whatever I want, when I want."

This is an exchange we had 5 minutes ago. I pressed him on it to see how far he would go.

Mommy: Say nose.
Jonas: Toys.

Mommy: Nose.
Jonas: Crime.

Mommy: Nose.
Jonas: Baby.

Mommy: Nose.
Jonas: A bubble.

Mommy: Say nose.
Jonas: Eye

Mommy: Nose.
Jonas: Night-night

Mommy: Nose.
Jonas: Quack

Mommy: Nose.
Jonas: Prayer.

Mommy: Nose
Jonas: What's that?

Mommy: Say nose.
Jonas: (indecipherable noises)

Mommy: Say nose.
Jonas: Nose (with a huge grin)

27 October 2010

My Happy Place

Lots of people have a happy place where they can mentally escape. Whether it's the mountains or the beach or a museum or on the top of some high building, everyone needs a happy place. My happy place is tanning by the pool. It's completely superficial, mindless, and slightly embarrassing to my husband. If I could have one day to myself, I would spend it laying out (and not in the backyard because it's not the same, despite what husband believes).

Today it is a glorious 91 degrees. My happy place is taunting me.

The kids will be fine during their naps. Run to the pool. Just for a couple of minutes. Think how nice that sun will feel beating down on you, evening out those horrible tan lines from a summer of capped sleeves. Come now, it's October 27. When will you have another chance?

I sure wish Patrick wasn't working out tonight. Turns out the Littles can't watch themselves.

26 October 2010


If there is anything more important to Jonas than water (or in his words: waddle), I have yet to discover it.

25 October 2010

On Mormons in Politics

As we enter the final days before midterm elections, updates regarding prominent LDS politicians and political commentators pepper my Facebook home page throughout the day. The two most common concern Glenn Beck and Harry Reid (who is the Senator in my beloved Nevada):

"I'm so embarrassed Glenn Beck is Mormon."

"I'm so embarrassed Harry Reid is Mormon."

Of course there are others that embarrass my fellow Mormons: Mitt Romney, Orrin Hatch, Bob Bennett, Scott Matheson. The list is limited, yet significant.

In general, these comments also extend to other public figures: Julie (from The Real World--does that date me?), Tyson from Survivor, Julianne Hough from DWTS...

These comments bother me. A lot. And what bothers me more is that I used to make them, too.

You see, if I were to walk into my ward, I could pick out who has differing political beliefs or who drinks alcohol or who is not attending meetings regularly or who wears immodest clothing. But I don't. And when I see those people, I never never think "I'm so embarrassed they are Mormon." I think, "I'm glad to see them here."

Of course being in the public eye means greater scrutiny on personal choices. I'm just sad to hear my fellow Mormons are so embarrassed of one another. I'm sure if my life were to be held up to public scrutiny, there would be much embarrassment there, too. But I'm doing the best I can, as I'm sure many of us are.

22 October 2010

Jonas Turns Two in Grand Fashion

When Jonas turned one, I had these grand plans of a birthday party just for one-year-olds. There were between 10-15 in his acquaintance, and I thought a one-year-old party would have been so much fun since the little ones are generally neglected at birthday parties.

Well, as it turned out, we couldn't find a weekend that worked for a few months. And then as the months dragged on, I ended up committing the cardinal motherhood sin: I did not throw Jonas a birthday party. No cake on the face photo for his first birthday (though truth be told, he probably wouldn't have even liked cake).

As his second birthday rolled around, it was appearing that I had not learned my lesson. Sure, we went to the race track, but it wasn't an actual birthday with candles and singing. There was just too much to do and I couldn't plan on a party when I was having a baby any day.

Thankfully, my mom saved the day. As usual. A month and a half late, we pulled together a birthday party perfect for our little man. Michelle came over and helped me make a car cake, as cars are his obsession of choice. We had Elmo partyware, a random selection of food, and while I planned a few carnival games, we scrapped those and just turned on the hose in the driveway. It was everything he loved all rolled into one day.

We ate cake, he blew out the candles (and loved it), we sang Happy Birthday to him despite his protests (Jonas hates being sung to. His least favorite song of all time is Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star), he opened presents, and the afternoon was filled with laughter and good friends. All the requirements for a success.

But just when I thought his party couldn't get any more perfect for him, Michelle and her girls did the remarkable. They gave my children a bath. Oh Hallelujah! Jonas and Mimi both love their baths and I love not having to give them one, so it felt like a birthday present for me too.

Overall, the party was absolutely right for my boy. And while I had lots of fun putting it together, my track record suggests I will procrastinate most of their birthdays until it's too late. Unless of course my mom comes in town. Perhaps we ought to make that a tradition.