Aug 30, 2007
As for Max's reaction to Kindergarten, he wasn't overly excited or scared...just accepting. I tried to get him to care when I left but he didn't. The only emotional person in the group was Sam who refused to leave the building and kept insisting--at the top of his lungs--that "I FIVE NOT FWEE!!!"
Aug 29, 2007
Gabers is almost 4 months old and he's getting cuter by the minute. Since we haven't had his 4 mn. check-up yet, I don't know his current stats, but I do know he's officially too big for anything 0-3 months and is wearing 6-12 month stuff. He's not as chunk-a-licious as his buddy Jaren, but I think his thighs are satisfyingly squishy and he has a double chin when he looks down. (That's if you count his first chin as a chin cause it's not much of a chin. Doug keeps saying something about a missing mandible?)
Anyway, he's really freakishly adorable. He sleeps through the night, usually from 9-6 without interruption, he can role from his tummy to back, (he arches his back and just tips) he can almost fit his whole fist in his mouth, he does the back stroke in the tub, and he's picked up spanish. (He must be listening when the boys watch Dora.)
Most people think he looks exactly like a Mini-Max and he does. The cute brown hair he was born with has all fallen out and been replaced by blond fuzz. His first plane ride is coming up and he'll be getting his first taste of his future home...CARLSBAD. I'm sure he'll love it. Now to torture you with his cuteness, I'll leave you with this:
Aug 28, 2007
Aside from having a very unique perspective on things, Kris can also be darn funny. (She's my comedic muse.) If that doesn't peek your curiosity enough, I'll tell you that she's blind and busily raising two crazy boys. Ha! Now I've got ya!
Aug 27, 2007
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Aug 16, 2007
"HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ANIVERSARY! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ANIVERSARY! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ANIVERSARY!"
(repeat ad nauseum.)
Today marks the 7 year anniversary of my marriage to Douglas in the
San Diego Temple. And although I could always use a good back scratch, I don't think I'm feelin' the 7-year itch. We're still pretty dang happy despite the fact that I'm full of all sorts of weirdness Doug only discovered after we were married. (There are some distinct advantages to short courtships and engagements.)
We'll be celebrating by taking our first trip over to Martha's Vineyard on Saturday. (with Gabey-Baby but not the other two.)
Doug is the BEST husband I've EVER HAD! Love you Sugar-Lips!!!
Aug 14, 2007
Yes, I know that I frequently proclaim to my husband that I'm "hard-core" but it's all talk. He and I both know I'm not the most athletic jock in the strap box. (I don't even know what that means.)
So it was with much trepidation I embarked upon one of our first Maine adventures.
After staying the first night in a hotel, we drove further North to Acadia National Park to a nice "Family Campground" (translate: has flushing toilets, a swimming pool, and grass.) After setting up camp, we drove into Bar Harbor (or Baa HaaBaa as the locals say) to rent....*drumroll*...
Now, it seems--in retrospect--that 74-89% of my college dates somehow involved out-doorsey stuff. Of course, some guys were more prone to dragging me up mountain sides than others, but hiking, biking, rock climbing, and even skiing dates seem to be popular favorites in Utah Valley.
In fact, I met my darling husband at The Rock Garden (an indoor climbing gym) in Provo while there with...another guy. (But that's a whole other story.)
This might lead you to believe I am, as previously proclaimed, hard core. Not so. (In fact, it may speak more to my acting abilities that I was able to disguise my out-of-shapeness and act like I was enjoying myself while hyperventilating my way up to "the Y"...) Although I do really really love rock climbing, and although I have experience doing lots of different athletic things, I'm not even remotely athletic or in shape as a rule. So I was scared to get on a mountain bike after probably 8 years of sluggishness.
(Sam's facial expression perfectly illustrates my feelings.)
But I supported the activity. Nay, even ENCOURAGED it. (I'm trying to shift my paradigm from "future mother of girls" to "current mother of boys".) Because THIS is what families with three boys DO. They go BIKING!
(This is how we started out but Doug and I had to trade 'cause that trailer was darn heavy!)
Despite my misgivings though, it ended up being really fun. Yes, it took us a long time to do a wimpy 3-mile loop, and yes I was totally worried I was going to eat it and dump Max into the gravel, but I SURVIVED. (and got sore in all sorts of crazy spots!)
( See! The above picture was taken post trip and I'm still standing upright with only minor support!)
I guess I'm a little hard-core after all!
Aug 9, 2007
"Yeah...I'm going camping this weekend.........in MAINE!"
Pretty cool, eh?
Wanna know what's even cooler?
I'm in Maine. And tomorrow I'm going camping. In Maine!
So, as this is the first time I've ever been this far NorEast, I'm going to share my first impressions:
MAINE IS EVEN BETTER THAN IT LOOKS IN "MURDER, SHE WROTE"!
Which was set in Maine and which I watched religiously every Sunday night with mom Faezer and sister Jenny for much of my childhood! [I've always loved a good mystery, and let's face it...Jessica Fletcher is awesome. I mean, a writer who solves crimes? What a spit fire. Pure GENIUS! (Mock this show and face my wrath.)]
So anyway, I'm pretty sure I've always wanted to visit Maine since then and now I'm here! And it just oozes New Englandishness. There are LOTS of super old towns filled with super old buildings and homes and they all have crazy unpronouncable names like "Junipero Serra". No wait...that was San Francisco. Like "Kennebunkport" and "Wiscasset".
ANYHOO--We've stopped for the night in Portland and tomorrow morning we finish our trek North to Acadia National Park where we will camp.
[By-the-way, Doug would like to request that you DON'T rob us while we're gone. But if you do, take some of the clutter on my desk with you. (And the dirty clothes that I'm pretty sure are under the boy's bunk-beds. And you'll find the most money in Max's Ritz Cracker jar on his dresser. It should net you about $8.63)]
I'll have more to report later, but for now I need to get some sleep. We're going camping with a 3-month-old. It may be the last chance I have for awhile!
Aug 7, 2007
Aug 6, 2007
Right down the street, probably less than a block away we have an inlet from the nearest bay. It's sort of marshy and is full of ducks, swans, Blue Herons and pretty white Egrets. Aside from all the birds, we have about a million squirrels, $%#! ground hogs, racoons, neighborhood cats and dogs, and--down by the lagoon-- a coyote or two.
For the most part, this plethora of wildlife doesn't bother me. In fact, I usually love seeing cool new birds. And the squirrels keep me quite entertained when the leaves are off the trees. (They're quite the little dare-devils leaping around up there.)
There are only a few times I really don't appreciate the animals. When the $#@! ground hogs (which are being summarily caught and removed from our yard by a "pest guy") eat our garden, when racoon's get into the garbage, and when I come outside and find this:
I don't think the above photo quite does justice to the fact that overnight the entire back deck was assaulted by a bird poop firing squad. And this isn't the first time this has happened--probably the third or fourth. It's as if a flock of birds just up and decided they'd all take a simultaneous poop-stop while hovering above our house. What gives? (I had some close-ups of the grossness, but evidently D decided we had two many bird-poop-pics and deleted them.)
I guess this is just one of the hazards of living in paradise. Either that or some birdy doesn't like us.
Aug 3, 2007
(Thanks for the link Dave! I'm laughing my head off if you can't tell.)
Gary Coleman Cited for Disorderly Conduct
TUESDAY JULY 31, 2007 05:30 PM EDT
By Tim Nudd
Gary Coleman Photo by: Enos Solomon / FilmMagic
Gary Coleman was cited for disorderly conduct in Provo, Utah, following a public argument with a female companion last Friday. Passersby called the police when they noticed the diminutive actor getting upset and hitting the steering wheel of his vehicle while involved in a heated discussion with a woman, the Associated Press reports. He calmed down when the authorities arrived and was issued the misdemeanor citation. The woman was not identified. Coleman, 39, moved to the rural Utah town of Santaquin in 2005 when he started filming the movie Church Ball. He is best known for his role as Arnold Jackson on the '80s TV series Diff'rent Strokes. He also ran for governor of California in the 2003 recall election.