I Did It...

...I bought diapers for Thing Three...

a.k.a.

G.Q.Wood

a.k.a.

Prince Charming

...Bet you can't guess who calls him that last one...

Spying and Lessons

Last night it got hot enough in our house that M could not sleep. Justin went to work clearing the dead air out of the girls' room by opening all the windows and blinds to full steam. (No, I don't think "full steam" actually works there... after all we are not riding on a cruise ship, but whatever). While he cleared out the air, and before he closed the windows and finally flipped the switch for the A.C. he held M and looked out the darkened window.

Amazing the things you see when you look out a darkened window at 10:30.

Especially when you live next door to an apartment of single UVU students.

Soon enough one of the boys emerged from the apartment with his girlfriend.

Of course, spying is not quite the same with M in tow. She keeps us honest. As soon as she saw our neighbor she began yelling out the window:

"Hi.... Hi.... Hi....."

Our neighbor and his girlfriend looked around, confused. But they could see nothing. So they moved onto the car where a little "leaning" began to take place.

With the change in "action," M determined to change her vocabulary as well.

"Uh Oh"

she said to Daddy.

We're training them young.

Light-Bulb Ideas

I just had a sudden realization:

Since M has been de-binkyed, we can just pass those pink germ-fests along to her brother. Talk about a hand-me down.

And maybe size 3 diapers will work fine for him too. I can just roll them up at the waist like sweat pants.

We are covered!!!


(Okay, so I'm obviously avoiding real work again. At least I cleaned the kitchen. Now I have an excuse not to cook. I wouldn't want to mess it up again so soon, now would I? It's all about doing the right kind of work... the work that keeps you from doing other work. I am extremely talented.)

Un-Nesting

I am currently participating in the un-nesting phase... also known as anti-nesting. For your information, anti-nesting results in things like this:

And this:

I am not thinking of getting over it soon. Speaking of which, I am also behind on the preparation department. Grand total of items purchased for upcoming July child: ZERO.

No diapers.

No binkys.

No clothes.

This is not to say the child will be naked. (E would be very concerned if that were the case).

You see, usually when I find out whether I'm having a boy or a girl I go to the store and purchase "the first outfit." But with this baby I received a very cute outfit in the mail from my sister before I had a chance to do that. Then I received three boxes of clothes (two from Em, one from Kelli). We also received other gifts from interested parties obsessed with the idea of a Wood boy. Needless to say, this boy will be dressed in style.

Which comes to another point: I think in my house my children will be glad if they are the ones getting hand-me downs. M gets both E's old clothes, and her cousin Annie's. And Annie has cute clothes! I'm always telling Libbi that when I come to visit I'm excited when Annie has a cute new outfit. And as for this boy... let's just say Em has good taste too. It's poor E that's stuck with the $5 shirts from WalMart.

But back to the point (if there was a point)... I suppose I should gear up and get out of the anti-nesting phase. You know, clean the house, cook a meal, buy some diapers.

But apparently I decided to write this post instead.

Oh well.

On Monday...

... I had a fight with my freezer.

It threw my dessert back at me - the one I was making that had an oreo crust and mint ice cream and fudge and whipped cream. I ate this dessert last week at a party and liked it so much I decided to make it. Very rarely do things taste good to me when I'm pregnant, so when they do, I generally become obsessed. I decided on Monday that I would not make dinner and that I would make dessert. It seemed like a great idea.

Until my freezer got involved. You see, my freezer is one of those idiotic freezers that is the width of a sheet of paper - turned sideways. Add to this the fact that the door doesn't even open all the way because of the wall, and you've got a disaster waiting to happen. I can't even fit frozen pizzas in my freezers, which is just soooooo wrong.

So, I was trying to fit my 9x13 pan into the lovely freezer. This meant I had to hold the pan VERTICALLY and thread it into the freezer. There is no way to describe this properly, because there's no way you believe me that you have to actually hold the pan vertically. But I assure you, I do. Luckily, this went okay with Step One: freeze oreo crust, and with Step Two: freeze ice cream. But for Step Three: freeze melted hot fudge, the whole vertical method wasn't really working out for me. Especially since the melted hot fudge was rapidly resulting in melted mint ice cream. I needed a solution.

My eventual theory was to get all the hot fudge at one end of the pan and then - REALLY QUICKLY - invert the pan vertically and thread into the freezer, all before the fudge worked its way downward and out of the pan.

This was a DUMB idea!!!!!!

Just in case you didn't figure this out yourself.

And I knew it was dumb. Really, I did. But what choice did I have? The pan does not go into the freezer unless it is held vertically.

So, I tried it. And it resulted in hot fudge all over the kitchen floor (which I had just cleaned because I clean the floor on Mondays.... speaking of which, I'm not sure why I do that because something ALWAYS happens right after).

Anyway, I have written several posts about this tragic event in my head. They are all very funny, and I wish you could read them. But I have been too lazy to write anything down until now, and I'm sure my mental genius has dissipated greatly since the actual event. Plus I took no pictures which would really have helped with visualization.

I say only this:

Last time, when my stupid - E says I can't says stupid, but luckily she can't read yet - anyway, last time my stupid freezer threw something at me it was tomato sauce from a tamale pie. (Actually from ten tamale pies I was making in an exchange. I had to stack them tipped sideways in the freezer because they happened to be wider than a slip of paper turned sideways.) This was messy - pools of tomato sauce on the bottom of the freezer which only stopped growing when the pies finally froze -but I got over it. I mean, it's just tomato sauce right?

But hot fudge?

All those gobs of beautiful hot fudge, running down my freezer door, piled on the floor of the kitchen????

That is not fair. I LIKE eating hot fudge.

But somehow it seems wrong to get a spoon and sit down on the floor and eat hot fudge off the floor of your kitchen.

Even if you did just clean it that morning.

Is it bad...

... when you're leaving swim lessons and your daughter says:

"Mom, I needed to go to the bathroom, but now I don't?"

Yesterday...

... I forgot to feed M until 12:00.

We are trying to do better today.

There were three in the bed...

and the little one said...

... roll over, roll over...

so they all rolled over and one fell out (although I don't think he'll just fall out....)

I'm not a big tummy picture taker, but the girls were invading my personal space again, which is already quite invaded, and I thought it was cute that all three heads were right there in my lap. First sibling picture? Too bad the boy's in pink too.

Put Your Hands Up!

On Monday the girls never made it in from the car after picking Daddy up from school. Who wants to miss a good rainstorm?

M sat under the gutter, washed rocks off, and ate them. This is a creative moment, right? I'm just letting my kids become geniusus (yes, I know that's not a word) or something. Either that or Justin and I were just enjoying eating dinner without interruption. Like you've never done it!!!

E preferred to dig dirt out of the planters where seeds have not sprouted, spread it around the yard, and then sweep it up. We discussed this a little since I'd prefer to keep the dirt in the pots, but her reply was that she had to have something to clean up. That makes perfect sense.

Spelunking!!!

M was recently de-binky-ed in preparation for nursery in July. I have noticed two things since the withdrawal process began:

1. M looks even more like her cousin Skye without a binky implanted in her mouth.

2. M gets into WAY more trouble in her un-coma induced state.

She especially enjoys getting into this corner and finding things in my purse like gum and gel-pens and keys and telephones.

When I find her, she only grins at me. Little troublemaker!!!

FOMA Reunion

2005:

2007:

2009:

The newest photo from the newest get-together. E did not want to join in the fun. She found the entire activity rather boring.

E: Mom, what are we doing here?

M: Just talking.

E: Can we go home then?

Still, I thought it was good to see everyone again. Welcome home Jennie!! Too bad you're off to the heat in a week. And I'm glad we got to see Jenni too. Just missing Jess for this go-around (she was being a grown-up and getting grown-up gadgets for her grown-up house). I know the really good photos come from earlier in the Russian Ballet phase... but luckily those aren't digital!

Performance!!!!

Last night was E's ballet performance. She was a Teddy Bear. She was so excited to do her Teddy Bear dance, and she did a great job!!!



She also danced as a Ballerina with one of my ballet classes that she came to through-out the year.



Meanwhile, we shoved M on stage with the Bouncy Ball class (they're 2 1/2). She enjoyed chasing balls and playing on stage.



I tried to get cute pictures of them together, but since I was supposed to be working... oh yeah, working... I had to give up and go with this one:



So photogenic!!!

Also pictured: cousin AnneMarie, another Teddy Bear!!!! (The cousins spent most of their dance bossing each other around and forgetting to do the actual dance... typical, typical, typical!)





We had a great time!!!

Too Much Information

Recently I got together with my friends from highschool. I was going to try to get a picture of us from graduation online, but right now the effort seems too much. Anyway, this is us eight years later:

Christine is due in June (boy), I'm due in July (boy), and Katy is due in August (unknown). We're letting Elisa have the year off since she only got married in January and she would have had to be really on the ball to have managed September.

In other news: of all my roommates from my freshman year at BYU (Sarah Lynn, Kyle, Julia, Annalisa, and Rosie) we have the following stats: Rosie had a boy about two months ago, Anna's having a boy any week now, I'm having one in July, Kyle is having her boy in August, and Sarah Lynn is having her baby this Fall. Julia is busy helping all us people who end up in the hospital with her mad nursing skills.

I think it's an epidemic of boys for the season. Whatever shall we do with all of them?

And So She Is...

After a dangerously quiet time upstairs this morning, M came downstairs like this:

I think she is a doll after all...