Friday, February 29, 2008
I tried to get a picture of Tralee's first huge bump on her head, but the swelling has gone down considerably since yesterday. I took some pictures of Tralee eating a nectarine this morning, so maybe you can see a bit of the bruise on her forehead. It was pretty cute, I was cutting up the nectarine to add to her yogurt, but she wanted nothing to do with the yogurt and kept pointing to the nectarine on the counter, so I gave in a let her have it. She dug right in!! I was worried she might bite off too much and choke, but she was fine. When she had enough, she dropped the nectarine to the floor. What a funny girl!
Here's a few pictures of the rest of the clan I took within the last few days:
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I could have the worst day of my life, but after a few minutes at Nana's, eating a cookie from her cookie jar, and spending time with her and her bright personality I would feel refreshed and ready to go on.
Nana is constantly looking out for those around her. You could ask her to fly to the moon for you, and she would find a way to do it. She never asks for much in return. She honestly just wants her loved ones to be happy, healthy, and to sit down and enjoy one of her home cooked meals. Did I mention she's the best cook I know? I've been terribly sad that I've missed the last five Christmas Brunch's at her house. The food on Christmas morning is unspeakably delicious, but even if it wasn't, just sitting around Nana's dinning table you get filled up with love. She feeds your tummy and your soul. You never leave her house with an empty stomach or heart.
I can always count on a card, e-mail, phone call, or all three on special occasions like birthdays, Christmas, Anniversaries, or any other holiday with a little check, pictures, and kind note inside. When I get these notes it's like a warm hug reminding me that allthough Nana and I are now thousands of miles apart, she still thinks of me, cares for me, and would do anything she can to make sure I stay happy. I can think of no other person as thoughtful and kind as my Nana. I'm the luckiest Grand-daughter in the world, and hope that she knows how appreciated she is!
I think if everyone in the world followed my Nana's example, the world would be a much better place. If everyone cared for those around them with the passion she does, the world would be more peaceful, happier,and kinder.
Thank you Nana for making the world a brighter, friendlier place, and for always thinking of those around you. Your example astounds me, and I hope that someday I can live up to the example you have set for me. I also hope to teach Tralee to love and care for others in the selfless way you do. I'm so glad Tralee and you were able to sing songs and play together when I visited last summer. It's a memory I'll treasure forever! I only wish we lived closer so we could see you and eat your yummy food more often!
So, Jim brought home a large cardboard box from work last night. It provided the entire family with a night of fun. Jim cut out a window and "skylight" for Tralee. Then we climbed inside and popped our heads out to surprise whoever wasn't in the box by yelling "Peek-a-boo!" Tralee got a kick out of this, whether she was the one doing it, or watching it. We also took our turns inside the box, and later we whipped out the crayons and drew all over it. Tralee was amused and enthralled for a good hour or two. How smart was Jim to bring the box home?
The down side is, it pretty much takes up our whole living room, so the box will have to leave us soon. But fun was had by all while it was here.
Just so you know, Tralee had some strawberries with dinner, so the red stuff around her neckline is strawberry juice.
Tralee loves Elmo! So, yesterday I found a little stuffed Elmo doll at a thrift store. It was new and still had the original tags on it and it was only a dollar, so I got it for her. Tralee seems to really like it. Every time I ask, "Where's Elmo?" She'll crawl around until she finds it, and then bring it over to me. It's pretty cute. She also likes giving Elmo kisses. Tralee hardly gives Jim and I kisses, but she'll kiss Corky our Pug, and all off her stuffies like there's no tomorrow! What's with that?
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
"Oh great, we've been suckered in" I thought as the lady walked right into our living room, took a seat, and started unpacking the vacuum. Jim and I are nice people, probably too nice, so instead of coming right out and saying "We're not interested. Please leave." We let the lady start her demonstration. She asked me to vacuum with my vacuum then showed me all the dirt mine wasn't picking up. "WOW!" Jim and I said in our fakest I'm-not-really-that-interested voice.
Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against Kirby vacuums, in fact I grew up using my parent's Kirby in their house. I just can't afford to shell out $1000 for one. I mean, the lady should have looked around our house and made that judgment on her own. Our small living room doesn't exactly scream "WE HAVE MONEY." Anyways, the lady slowly got from informative, to annoying, to down right pushy! She said things like,
"Do you know that the dirtiest place in your house is your bed?" Then she showed us pictures of dust mites and explained that the reason our breath smells in the morning is because the dust mites poop in our mouths all night long. "But with the Kirby, you can suck those critters right out of dodge!" (Okay, she didn't really use that phrasing, but it was still pretty comical.) Jim and I kept rolling our eyes at one-another and laughing when the lady wasn't looking. She kept vacuuming and in between emptying out the cartridge that showed us how much dust and dirt we were living with she would spout out information about dirt, dust mites, and the Kirby vacuum. Then she would say, "How do you feel about that?"
"You mean how do I feel about dust mite poop? Pretty sad."
After about 20 minutes or so Jim politely explained that I had plans to go to the Y, and we just weren't interested. I think this only spurred her on. She said, "You mean, you're willing to let your daughter crawl around in this?" while pointing to the pile of dust the Kirby sucked out of our carpet. Jim's answer was, "Well, she's crawled in worse." The lady looked shocked at his reply, but didn't stop pushing the vacuum.
She started out offering us the Kirby for $1595. That's a joke! Then she asked us "How much do you think the Kirby's worth?" We told her "$1595." She looked at us like we were stupid and repeated, "Yes, but HOW much to you think it's WORTH?" We looked right back at her and said, "You told us the price is $1595, and we can't afford it!" The lady then explained that because of a special deal, she could finance us and offer the Kirby for only $1000. When we declined she put in a special call to her "boss" and came back with the price of $795. I was upstairs at this point getting into my work-out clothes. I heard her offer this price to Jim and when Jim declined she said, "I'll just wait for your wife to come down, and I'll offer that price to her." Uh, as if I'm going to say yes! I don't THINK SO!
Jim and I later decided how funny it would have been for us to start a huge argument over it. I would say, "Oh yes! That's the best offer, we'll take it!" Jim's response would be. "Now just wait a minute, I don't work hard all day to have you spend our money because you don't want bugs crapping in your mouth!!" I would scream, "They're not BUGS! They're MITES! And I hope one craps in your mouth tonight!!" I would ran upstairs crying while Jim said to the lady, "You better leave! I have some business to take care of!" While glaring up in my direction. Oh well, we thought of this prank too late. Maybe next time. The lady said she also sells Cutco knives, so maybe when she comes knocking on our door with those we'll be able to debut our acting skills then.
It took a while to get the lady out, but I still managed to go work out at the Y. Don't get me wrong, if Jim and I had thousands of dollars laying around I might have purchased the Kirby. I just think it's a little silly to put a vacuum on a payment plan, which is what the vacuum lady was all ready to do for us. No thanks. It was an amusing night, and I managed to get in a good workout, so not a total waist.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
When we got back from bowling Tralee was almost asleep. However, she woke up a bit when she realized we were back, and she played peek-a-boo with Grandma and laughed with her. This was a huge step, because usually when she sees Grandma she just starts crying. So, to have her playing and laughing with Grandma was great. After a few more minutes Tralee fell asleep on my shoulder and when we got home we put her right to bed. It was so nice to have a night out with Jim! Hopefully Grandma and Grandpa will watch her again sometime.
As far as bowling goes, I did really well for me. All of my games were above my average. My average is 100 and I got 122, 118, 112!! That might not look like much to a good bowler, but that's awesome for me!! My teem mates were proud, and Jim said I bowled really well . . . for a thirteen year old. Oh well. I can only get better, right?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
As soon as we were in Garden Valley we got bundled up in our snow clothes, waited for the rest of the crew to show up (cousin Theresa and her eight kids, Kathy and Nathan, and Krista). Then Jake, Joann, and their two kids, plus a few they were watching showed us up to the sledding spot. Tralee did really great at first. She loved it when I pulled her in the sled, and she tolerated being bundled up really well. I thought she would hate having shoes and mittens on since she's never wore them before. However, she had no qualms at all. She even crawled around and picked up snow, and had a great time. Then I made the mistake of going up the mountain and leaving Tralee with Grandma Tricia, so by the time I sled back down Tralee was screaming her head off. Jim wasn't around because he was helping Jake blow up sledding tubes. Tralee has major separation anxiety. Plus, it didn't help that she was getting tired again. I couldn't calm her down, so I took her to the van and got her to fall back asleep. After she was in slumber land, I carried Tralee back to the hill, layed her in a sled, and had some fun. I did a couple of tube trains with cousins, and went down by myself a few times. Jim brought his snowboard along, so he mostly went off jumps on that. Jim and I also sat in a tube and went down together.
When we were going full speed down the hill this little kid jumped right in front of us with his tube. We think he thought we were some of his family because he smiled and jumped right in front of us. We didn't have time to stop so we were screaming, "WATCH OUT!" The kid didn't listen and we rammed right into his tube. I saw him tumble in the air above us and land back on the tube. Jim said, "STUPID KID!" Then when we made it safely back to the bottom of the hill we turned around to see the kid slowly coming down looking rather sheepish. We asked if he was okay, and his parents said he was. I think he felt dumb because Jim called him stupid. But, what he did was pretty dumb! Who goes right in front of a couple coming FULL speed down the hill? Really! I'm just glad everyone was okay.
All the kids and adults really had a good time. Tralee even woke up from her nap and was ready to try a few runs. We only took her halfway up the hill, and went down in the tube. She smiled, but other than that there was no reaction. She had a ton of fun later on though.
After everyone had their fill of sledding, we changed into swim gear and headed up to the hot-spring pools. There were two pools, one that was just the perfect warm temperature that kids can play in, and another that was HOT for adults. Everyone had a blast swimming in the great outdoors in the middle of winter. Tralee especially loved it! I knew she would, she LOVES being in the water. Some of the kids got a kick out of our camera. They all wanted a picture of themselves under water. After about an hour or so, everyone was hungry, so we changed and head back to Jake and Joann's for dinner.
We had taco soup, chili, cornbread, salad, cake, and brownies to eat. Everyone devoured the food, talked, laughed, played games, and enjoyed each other's company. However, the fun had to come to an end because we had three boys that had school the next day with us. So, we loaded Tralee, Michelle's boys, Jim, Tricia, and myself back in the van and headed home with memories of a fun day running through our heads.
I'm supposed to be doing laundry and cleaning today, but so far I haven't really done anything productive. I also need to run some errands. I better get this posted and start working!
Here are two videos from yesterday. One is of Jim snowboarding, the other one is Tralee and I sledding. Enjoy!
Monday, February 18, 2008
I don't have any new pictures to add, because we just got home late last night and I'm quite tired. I wasn't able to sleep while we were babysitting. For some reason I can't sleep well unless I'm in my own bed, or if I'm on vacation. I guess what I'm saying is I don't sleep well when I have extra stress. . . . say having six kids! At least I'm able to unwind and relax today, poor Jim had to wake up early and go install cabinets this morning. What a good husband and daddy! I hope he knows how much I appreciate and love him!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Tralee is really into Sesame Street now-a-days. She likes it when there's a song. I remember really enjoying Sesame Street as a kid, it's pretty clever. I have it on right now, and Grover is screaming for his friend "Stella." Stella's not answering so he's calling for a streetcar to pick him up. Ha ha! Now Cookie Monster is saying, "Thank you for watching Monster Piece Theater" and eating cookies. I don't know why I'm typing all this.
I worked out at the Y last night after FHE while Jim watched Tralee. I did the stationary bike and really pushed myself. When I got off the bike my legs felt like 100 ib weights were strapped to them. I also did some weight lifting, sit-ups, and push ups. I weighed myself this morning and discovered that I GAINED weight. Jim's already lost five pounds. What's with that? In fact, after he got out of the shower this morning he weighed himself again and said, "Oh, I lost another half a pound since I took a shower!" I wanted to take his towel and whip him with it. I guess I have to push myself a little harder, and watch what I eat a little closer. I would go work out tonight, but I have enrichment. I really enjoy chatting with women in our ward while Jim watches Tralee. It's nice to not worry about her for an hour or so and just have fun. Maybe Jim will be nice and let me go work out tomorrow morning, since I can't tonight.
I picked up some groceries, exchanged some jeans for Jim, and went to the bank today. Nothing really exciting is happening.
So, there you go and there you are.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Tralee's terrible-two's seems to have started early. If she doesn't get what she wants she starts screaming and fake crying. We, of course, don't give into her screams, and we try to find something to distract her. "Tralee, we don't scream when we don't get our way, screaming is inappropriate behavior. Instead of screaming let's play with this ball" (said at her eye-level). It almost always works, but I don't get where her temper came from. For instance, when I let Corky out yesterday, Tralee wanted to go outside too. She made a b-line for the open door, and when I said, "Tralee, you don't have socks on, and it's too cold for you outside" then I picked her up and shut the door she started screaming. When I set her down she started banging on the door. I thought, "if she's like this now, what's she going to be like in her teen years?" The little tantrum didn't last long, and when I mentioned taking a bath she calmed right down and got into bath mode. I think her mood also reflected the fact that she didn't get a good nap. Anyway, for all you people who have kids older than mine: Is this little tantrum thing normal for a one-year old? It would make me feel better if I know mine isn't the only kid that's doing this. Also, any tips to nip this new habit in the bud? Like I said, we don't give into her screams, and when she listens and is good she gets lots of praise. I was talking to some other Mom's at church today and they said girls are almost always worse than boys as far as screaming fits go. Don't get me wrong, Tralee is a happy, funny, little girl for the most part. Every once in a while (usually when she's cranky from lack of sleep) she behaves badly.
Well, I guess it's Sunday nap time, because Tralee and Jim are both snoozing. I need to do the dishes, then I might take my own Sunday Siesta. Good Bye!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Tuesday morning Jim got up and went to the Y to work out. I went this morning. I did the elliptical machine and several weight lifting machines. It felt good, but I got winded pretty quick. I need to make sure I work out at LEAST every other day so I can get back into shape. Before the winter weather I would go on two-mile walks everyday with Tralee and Corky, then come home and do sit-ups. But, I've slacked on working out once it got too cold to go outside with Tralee, so now I have no excuse! I'm so happy we belong to the Y, and I can't wait to get back into shape! I'm also glad Tralee and I have a fun place to go play when we get bored at home.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Snow Day!! Snow Day!! We got a phone call this morning to let us know church is canceled. So, we stayed in bed, watched a movie, and then got up and made crepes for breakfast. Snow days are great!! Don't get me wrong, too bad we couldn't go to church, but I'm glad I get to spend time with my family at home in our pjs!
Well, I guess I'll just post some cute pictures of Tralee on here.Okay, bye bye!
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Canadian Boy & USA Girl
He never placed his hand
against his breast
and repeated the anthem
that makes America blest
Instead he sang
about his native home
a wintery place
where mounties roam
She never fashioned
a toque to her head
or plugged in her car
to put it to bed
These things were
foreign to this poor lass
until she met a boy
with a Canadian past
And so he and she met
and started dating
but not without finding
a few things agitating
She thought him odd
for ending his phrases with “eh”
and standing guard for a symbol
that could blow away
He thought her mad
for never tasting a Wonderbar
and for not understanding what
Kilometers and Celsius are
And onward they argued
over what sport is the best
“Football!” she cried out
“No, Hockey!” he argued in jest
He rolled his eyes when she asked
“Can we put the heat on please?”
While he wore a t-shirt and shorts
in -40 degrees
He wished for Nanaimo bars
when it was brownies she bought
She wished to be called his “sweetheart”
But it was “Hey Hoser” she got.
And onward it went
and onward it goes
because Ms. America said “yes”
When the Canadian proposed
Now several years later
they’re still butting heads
He wants her to say “grade two”
But she says “second grade” instead
Whenever they snuggle
and watch some T.V
the boy mentions “Pam Anderson is Canadian
as well as Jim Carrey.”
The girl just rolls her eyes and
ignores his pride
Even as he jumps at the Lebatt Blue ad
and pushes her aside
She knows he will never think
the US is better
and she will never reside
where everyday you must wear a sweater
But don’t get me wrong
she loves the Great White North
it’s where her man is from
So it gotta be great, of course.
And he would never trade her
for a Canadian girl
For her he would even
Give US traditions a whirl
They’ve made peace with their differences
and moved on ahead
Their love is greater than places
at least that’s what they’ve said