After I sent this letter, I realized how repetitive the last paragraph is. Maybe that just drives the point home. Right?
I started a letter on Sunday, never finished it, and now I'm seeing a lot of you tomorrow. We've had a computer crash this week (don't worry, Gary can still listen to talk radio on his blackberry), so I'm just now sending it. Oh, well.
The fun news is two weeks ago my sister Sarah visited with baby Madeline, and we had a great time playing everywhere from here to Provo. Then we got to have fun with my entire family when we ran a marathon relay for cystic fibrosis. We put together two teams, and also entered all of the cousins into the kids' K. Josh had a great time, and enjoyed the t-shirt and medal greatly, although he concedes that Tate beat him. With all of those entries, we really felt like we were running CF into the ground. Bad news is we passed our get-achey-then-get-spots disease to everyone else. Oops.
Noah has perfected his villanous laugh he uses when he's a bad guy (ha,ha,ha,ha,ha!), and it seems to fit a lot of the situations he finds himself in. He's still SO cute and cuddly, though. And amusing. I told Noah if he got out of his bed, I'd shut his door so he couldn't get out. He got out of bed anyway, and when I found him in my room he said, "Can't you just lock me in this room?"
Josh had his first soccer game, this time with Gary as the assistant coach. Josh still loves it, and when he's determined he can really get in there. I love it and wish sports throughout his whole life could be so non-competitive and just-for-fun as it is now. I was in charge of preschool this week and we had a great time doing rock experiments, growing crystals, and playing in the mine we created in our living room. The boys and I danced around the living room all week to the songs I had out for the occasion, and it was pretty adorable to watch them. The best was Josh in his underwear dancing to "4 Hugs a Day." He was really into it, complete with the hugs. So, it makes our house a mess for a week, but it's a good chance for me to do things with my kids that I always want to but rarely drag out. Okay, I just remembered, the other best is Noah putting his hands to his cheeks and saying, "Oh, no!" in one of the songs. Might not sound like a big deal, but imagine those big brown eyes above his squishy little cheeks. Yep.
Andrew's personality is really coming out. He'll get in there and wrestle with the other kids until it's just one big knot of boy. We're trying to feed him more real food because I'm tired of blending, and I think he's about that age. He loves a lot of things, but I swear he told me no the other day when I tried to give him a cube of sweet potato. He's as good natured as ever, and loves to laugh with the kids. Who are usually actually just trying to get him to laugh. He stands in the middle of the floor, and climbs on everything. It's nice to be number 3, because there's plenty of reason to keep belly-laughing through dinner.
And Andrew can only eat so many green beans before he starts screaming to be released from the chair, so that's the end.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Update: Labor Day and the Serious Condition
Do you ever feel like your life is (very) full of stuff, just not reportable stuff? We had a good weekend trying to eek out projects, but if I say that, you will get a wrong impression that we actually got a lot accomplished, and will think if you come it will look awesome. Sorry to disappoint. However, clean little crannies (can you say this word without "nooks"? I wanted to try it out), anyways, I like the few clean crannies. (Yeah, it doesn't work, but I'm going to continue to force the issue.)
Andrew had roseola this weekend, and maybe Noah, too. And maybe me and Gary, too (nah, but it was something achey. But nothing that can't go away with drugs, so it was close to nothing.) So, although roseola isn't a big deal, it made me reflect on human nature. Namely, it seems like things with a name are a bigger deal. For example, someone can be sicker than a dog with flu, almost unto hospitalization, but it's "just the flu" as far as how you have to report it to others. However, if somebody gets themselves tested, even someone with mild symptoms, and it's swine flu, then immediately that person is far sicker than anyone else whose disease has no name. So therefore, I feel that my reporting of roseola bears more weight than the usual, even though I know it wasn't a huge deal.
I discovered a conference talk I'd forgotten about in preparation for my lesson in RS, and I had a great experience with it, so maybe you will, too. Here's a link.
As for labor day, it was half laborious/half rest. We started out the day by declaring Junk Day, and ate doughnuts for breakfast and let Josh rent Superhero Squad. Then the labor portion - Gary repaired the infamous dresser, so pray for its continued health. I did Stuff, too. Enough stuff to make us late for the barbeque we went to, but we got there eventually, and it was fun and delicious. It was with some friends from high school, and it was so good to kick back and laugh.
Andrew is standing on his own, and Noah is completely obsessed with stuffed animals. He has been for a while, but now he has to have 8-10 on his bed at night. If you try to kick one off, he says, "No, he's nice."
UPDATE: Andrew took a step on his own tonight (and promptly tumbled, but it was still cute), and I found the same spots as he had on me last night. So maybe Andrew didn't have roseola? His condition has just been downgraded to nameless. Phew, so much less serious! And tomorrow is Friday - that is serious.
Andrew had roseola this weekend, and maybe Noah, too. And maybe me and Gary, too (nah, but it was something achey. But nothing that can't go away with drugs, so it was close to nothing.) So, although roseola isn't a big deal, it made me reflect on human nature. Namely, it seems like things with a name are a bigger deal. For example, someone can be sicker than a dog with flu, almost unto hospitalization, but it's "just the flu" as far as how you have to report it to others. However, if somebody gets themselves tested, even someone with mild symptoms, and it's swine flu, then immediately that person is far sicker than anyone else whose disease has no name. So therefore, I feel that my reporting of roseola bears more weight than the usual, even though I know it wasn't a huge deal.
I discovered a conference talk I'd forgotten about in preparation for my lesson in RS, and I had a great experience with it, so maybe you will, too. Here's a link.
As for labor day, it was half laborious/half rest. We started out the day by declaring Junk Day, and ate doughnuts for breakfast and let Josh rent Superhero Squad. Then the labor portion - Gary repaired the infamous dresser, so pray for its continued health. I did Stuff, too. Enough stuff to make us late for the barbeque we went to, but we got there eventually, and it was fun and delicious. It was with some friends from high school, and it was so good to kick back and laugh.
Andrew is standing on his own, and Noah is completely obsessed with stuffed animals. He has been for a while, but now he has to have 8-10 on his bed at night. If you try to kick one off, he says, "No, he's nice."
UPDATE: Andrew took a step on his own tonight (and promptly tumbled, but it was still cute), and I found the same spots as he had on me last night. So maybe Andrew didn't have roseola? His condition has just been downgraded to nameless. Phew, so much less serious! And tomorrow is Friday - that is serious.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Update: The 40 Dollar Bear and Other Events
So I typed a bunch of random things last night, and was going to go back and put in clever segues. But I'm not going to, so there.
Gary was giving the kids pudding tonight, but Noah kept crying that he didn't want any, he just wanted mom. So finally he ran over to me, and I picked him up and hugged him for a minute. He did a little sniffle and said, "Okay, it's better, I want some pudding now."
Josh started preschool again today. Neighborhood co-op again, and we are both really excited. Josh was so cute today, when I told him it was preschool day he bounced right out of bed, ate his breakfast quickly, and got dressed quickly. This is an amazing feat for Josh, who generally prefers to savor each moment (I'm trying to give him some credit . . .) This year his preschool class is 6 boys, no girls, so I may have to schedule some type of male de-tox for him.
After our Park City family mini-vacation got thwarted due to a trip to the ER and other awesomeness for Noah, we rescheduled for this weekend and it was fantastic! I swore to myself I would blog about it. We got to see Sara and Taylor as they were awesome enough to expand their collection of boys temporarily to include ours while we listened to the time-share presentation that made our trip possible.
So, I know I will be asked why Noah was in the ER. Long time, no update. He had been complaining of owies in his tummy/chest for days, but my dad said he didn't need to be seen unless he got a fever or cough, and in that case, right away. So, the night before/morning of our planned trip (4 a.m.) he woke up with a very high fever and screaming about the owies. The kid was delirious and talking non-stop, it would have been funny if not for scary. So, upon instructions, I took him to the ER (so reluctantly, but I wasn't about to harm my child to save money). Long story short is we spent 4 hours for them to tell us nothing besides to come in when it happened again. And I had to watch the worst hour-long episode of Dora ever. Noah was pretty cute, he kept on saying, "My bracelet is 40 dollars, my new bear is 40 dollars, my bandaid is 40 dollars," and I kept thinking about how sadly accurate he was. When his fever wouldn't go down hours after returning home Gary ended up taking him to a pediatrician (upon instructions), who figured it out to be a nasty virus that was causing stomach problems, gas pains, and acid reflux. Sad for Noah, but just non-serious enough to be frustrating. Whatever, we got a lot of quality cuddle time, when it didn't feel like cuddling an oven. And he's such a snuggly little guy when he wants to be . . .
So, have a great week, I'm sure I am missing a major family event/story, but all the rest is RS, preschool prep, me ruining furniture . . . oh, yes, Gary is now a primary teacher. He teaches the 5 turning 6 class, and seems to like it so far.
Okay, Happy Labor Day to all of you who deserve a rest from your labors . . .
Gary was giving the kids pudding tonight, but Noah kept crying that he didn't want any, he just wanted mom. So finally he ran over to me, and I picked him up and hugged him for a minute. He did a little sniffle and said, "Okay, it's better, I want some pudding now."
Josh started preschool again today. Neighborhood co-op again, and we are both really excited. Josh was so cute today, when I told him it was preschool day he bounced right out of bed, ate his breakfast quickly, and got dressed quickly. This is an amazing feat for Josh, who generally prefers to savor each moment (I'm trying to give him some credit . . .) This year his preschool class is 6 boys, no girls, so I may have to schedule some type of male de-tox for him.
After our Park City family mini-vacation got thwarted due to a trip to the ER and other awesomeness for Noah, we rescheduled for this weekend and it was fantastic! I swore to myself I would blog about it. We got to see Sara and Taylor as they were awesome enough to expand their collection of boys temporarily to include ours while we listened to the time-share presentation that made our trip possible.
So, I know I will be asked why Noah was in the ER. Long time, no update. He had been complaining of owies in his tummy/chest for days, but my dad said he didn't need to be seen unless he got a fever or cough, and in that case, right away. So, the night before/morning of our planned trip (4 a.m.) he woke up with a very high fever and screaming about the owies. The kid was delirious and talking non-stop, it would have been funny if not for scary. So, upon instructions, I took him to the ER (so reluctantly, but I wasn't about to harm my child to save money). Long story short is we spent 4 hours for them to tell us nothing besides to come in when it happened again. And I had to watch the worst hour-long episode of Dora ever. Noah was pretty cute, he kept on saying, "My bracelet is 40 dollars, my new bear is 40 dollars, my bandaid is 40 dollars," and I kept thinking about how sadly accurate he was. When his fever wouldn't go down hours after returning home Gary ended up taking him to a pediatrician (upon instructions), who figured it out to be a nasty virus that was causing stomach problems, gas pains, and acid reflux. Sad for Noah, but just non-serious enough to be frustrating. Whatever, we got a lot of quality cuddle time, when it didn't feel like cuddling an oven. And he's such a snuggly little guy when he wants to be . . .
So, have a great week, I'm sure I am missing a major family event/story, but all the rest is RS, preschool prep, me ruining furniture . . . oh, yes, Gary is now a primary teacher. He teaches the 5 turning 6 class, and seems to like it so far.
Okay, Happy Labor Day to all of you who deserve a rest from your labors . . .
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