Archive | June, 2008

>To the Batcave!

26 Jun

>So Clark has started this new, moody-teenager kind of thing where if he doesn’t like what we’re saying, he walks off. It’s aggravating and yet semi-hilarious at the same time. So today, he was having a meltdown during dinner and I told him if he didn’t calm down, he’d need to go to his room until he could stop freaking out. He did not stop freaking out, so I put him in his room. A few minutes later, he stopped crying. I heard him leave his room, go to the bathroom, and then go back to his room and shut his door. *Sigh* I wasn’t expecting this until Meredith started menstruating.

Anyway, a few minutes after that, he comes out of his room wearing a Batman mask. And he insisted on wearing it for the rest of the night–Batman ate chicken and rice for dinner and took a bath with his baby sister (who, by the way, has also been in quite the mood lately. I’m not exactly sure what the problem is). If you can believe it, I actually was able to capture a picture of Batman–here’s the evidence:


>A True Entertainment Center

18 Jun

>So I totally stole these pictures off my friend’s blog, but they were too cute and funny not to share and hey, they’re my kids, too! 🙂

So Adriann and I went to Lafayette the other day and we came back and hung out at her house for a little while. While we were watching Gilmore Girls, the kiddos discovered the wonder of an empty entertainment center.

Step 1:

Clark crawls inside, babies watch.

Step 2: Meredith decides that looks like fun.

Step 3: Ivy decides to join them.

>Not Much to Say…

18 Jun

>Sam got on my case earlier today for not updating the blog. Yeah, I know, I suck. Quite honestly, our lives are boring and yet so busy. Plus, the most interesting thing that’s happened to me in a long, long time is something I’d love to blog about, but I know it would come back to bite me in the bum someday. So if you want to know what happened and I haven’t told you already, email me. Or better yet, call me–it’s probably been too long since we’ve talked, anyway! Adriann, you don’t have to call because you were there. You know what I’m talking about…

We’re really starting to seriously look for a house. The lady who owns it wants to sell it, so again, for the 3rd time in a year, we have to worry about not having a place to live. It’s stressing me out. I’ve noticed I tend to stop blogging when I’m stressed. Everything about buying a house is stressful; I don’t even want to think about it. Factor in Father’s Day, two birthdays, a day trip to Lafayette, a busted water heater (which led to two days without a dishwasher, washing machine, or a shower), the landlady calling at a moment’s notice asking me if she can parade people through my home, and yeah, I guess I’ve got a lot on my mind…

If you’ve been living under a rock and have never heard of The Pioneer Woman, I made her apple dumplings on Sunday for Father’s Day, which was the second dessert I made in 3 days (and I’m making a third tomorrow for Sam’s birthday). Oh, holy heck, they were soooooooo good. What did Sam have to say about them? “Dumplightful. Dumplicious.” Yeah, that makes them not sound so good. But considering my husband very nearly spits out any dessert that’s not made of chocolate and the fact that he LOVED these speaks volumes. Don’t be scared of the Mountain Dew. It was awesome.

I totally forgot about this Inner Blogging Voice moment until now! So when I was in elementary school, a friend of mine from church and I had a sleepover one night. She had an older sister who was in middle school and she was pretty much the epitome of coolness. Well, we decided to make a mixed tape for another friend of cool songs. I don’t remember what they were, but they were cool. And then, for the cover, we made a collage on the copy machine of her middle school sister’s cool stuff. One of those things was what? Her sister’s bus pass. Yeah, looking back, NOTHING about that was cool–a mixed tape with a picture of her sister’s middle schoool bus pass on it.

>Happy Birthday, Meredith!

13 Jun

>Wow…my baby’s one. I was so, so sad when Clark turned one and I don’t feel that with Meredith, but I do wish I could bottle her up and keep her forever. She’s just been a sweet little dream baby, so easy and affectionate and friendly and funny. It’s amazing how I love both my kids so much but how very different they are in so many respects.

We had such a fun birthday tonight! We had our friends Shane and Adriann and their baby (who’s about Meredith’s age) over for dinner and then we opened presents and had cake and ice cream. I have pictures of all of this, but I’m on my laptop right now and I need my desktop to do pics. So tomorrow. Anyway, after our friends went home, we played with Meredith’s new toys (thanks, everybody!) and I was just so in love with our little family. It was a great day.

Speaking of great days, I’ve never written down Meredith’s birth story, so here we go for posterity! Feel free to skip it, especially since it wasn’t nearly as eventful as Clark’s!

There’s pretty much nothing exciting about a planned repeat c-section. Unlike with my pregnancy with Clark, I was showing absolutely no signs of going into any kind of labor, but I was very at peace with that since I had a date and time that I knew the pregnancy would be over! The day before, my mother-in-law flew into Utah, so we drove up to Salt Lake to pick her up at the airport. On the way home, we stopped at Noodles and Company for dinner (oh, Bangkok Curry, I miss you so much I could die!) and then went to Build-a-Bear and let Clark pick out an animal for him and one for Meredith. Both, coincidentally, are her two favorite stuffed animals. Clark is not pleased about her affection towards Super Monkey.

That night, Sam and his mom went to the store to get a few last-minute things and brought me home a cranberry limeade from Sonic which was too small and also the last thing I could eat or drink before my c-section. Which ended up being really unfortunate because Bangkok Curry isn’t very big, so I was hungry and so unbelievably thirsty by the time I got to the hospital the next day.

The next morning, we had to be to the hospital by 7:30, but I was awake by 4:30 or so because I was so excited. I checked my email and then took a shower and got all cute because I was determined NOT to have completely horrible post-baby pictures like I did the first time. It was a beautiful, calm, peaceful morning and everything was just completely routine and uneventful–no traffic, we found a parking space, we got checked in, and were on our way. The only things that threw me were that I was expecting a spinal and they gave me an epidural, and they were trying to bump my surgery up to an earlier time, but they didn’t tell me that. So when the anesthesiologist came in to do my epidural 2 hours before my scheduled surgery, I kind of freaked out because I imagined being numb from my armpits to my toes for the next two hours. And I decided I didn’t want to have a baby anymore. Also, a needle in the spine and a catheter when you’re not in labor are very different than when you are. I don’t recommend either one unless necessary (like I need to say that…who in the HECK gets a catheter for fun??)

They wheeled me into the OR and my doctor said hello, which was a huge relief because he’d been stuck at another delivery at another hospital and I’d seen all the other key players except for him. They cranked up my epidural and told Sam he could record it if he wanted. Which he did. And I’m so glad to have it. They asked me if I was ready for them to start and I said I was and they told me that was good because they were five minutes into the surgery! I started feeling all the pushing and pulling and uncomfortableness and then there was a ton of pressure and then suddenly, I heard this loud, mad scream and there she was! So cute and mad with her round little Cabbage Patch head.

It’s been a heck of a year, full of the highest highs and the lowest lows, but she’s been the constant joy through all of that. We’re so blessed and lucky to have our sweet, happy, snuggly girl, Meribou, Meribou the Caribou, MerMer, Sissy, Sissy Pants, Monkey Bum, Me-nah Me-nah (think The Muppet Show with the two puppets that pop up randomly and say, “Me-nah Me-nah!), Tootsie in our lives. Happy birthday, Babes!

>The Daily Clarkisms

8 Jun

>So Clark was in a bad mood at church today, so bad, in fact, that we made him come to Sunday School with us instead of nursery and then we went home for the third hour because he was being so naughty. But right before church started, his little friend comes up to him and starts tickling him and he said, “No! STOP THAT!” And I said, “Clark, she’s just trying to play with you.” To which he replied, “Mom, I am not a toy.”

So we came home from church and I was opening the door to the house. He looked down at my feet and said, “Ooooooh, I like your shoes!”

>Their Favorite Things

6 Jun

>My kids are at very fun ages right now. Clark’s been a lot nicer lately (although strangers have been making him act weird) and Meredith is at my all-time favorite baby age: 6-18 months. They still love you to pieces and get so excited about the world around them and have that baby sweetness, but they’re also so interactive and funny.

Clark has become obsessed with the Transformers. Thomas Schmomas–what’s a train when you have robots that turn into cars?? He has some little Transformers action figures and they play in elaborate scenarios all day long. Today, while he was playing, we heard a big growl (Grimlock) and then a girly scream (Shockwave). You haven’t heard cute until you’ve heard him say Mirage–“Mi-waaaaaaage.” He’s very interested in the concepts of good guys vs. bad guys, heroes, etc. He told me the other day that he would help me and then he would be a hero.

He’s also very interested in The Incredibles. He seems to have blurred the lines between their family and ours because he’ll be telling me about something I did and it sounds vaguely familiar…not because I did it but because I am also Mrs. Incredible on the side.

Meredith loves her tongue. She has loved it since Day 1–some of our earliest pictures of her are her trying to lick the camera. Or me. She’ll sit there and see what noises she can make primarily with her tongue and she’ll grab it and play with it. She thinks she’s a hoot (and she is).

She also likes playing this whole bashful thing; someone will smile at her and she’ll smile back and then get all shy and then look back to make sure they’re still paying attention–like, “I know, I’m sooooooooo cute. Oh, you think I’m still cute?”

Finally, the funniest of her favorite things is…
Stephen Colbert. We DVR The Colbert Report every night and then watch it the next day when Sam comes home for lunch. As soon as we turn it on, she grins and kicks her legs and screams a little and waves to ol’ Stephen. We should really record it and send it into him; I’ll totally exploit my children because they’re funny… 😉


5 Jun

>I’m seriously contemplating going private. And I really don’t want to, but I keep getting this nagging feeling to do it. I know I don’t check private blogs as often, especially now that I’ve discovered Google Reader, but I also feel like with the increased traffic to The Daily Bite (which is searchable), I may be attracting people to our family blog (which is unsearchable). While I would probably love 99% of The Daily Bite readers reading my family blog, I worry about that 1%. Know what I mean?

So what do you guys think? Should I do it? Would you still come see us if I did?


4 Jun

> So I haven’t always been a fan of summer. But then adulthood set in. Winter no longer meant pretty, snowy days and Saturdays spent skiing and suddenly became about shoveling walks, shoving snow-suited kids into carseats, and not being able to make it up my driveway because a nasty storm hit in the hour we were gone and the newly-shoveled walks are now newly-icy.

So I have to say that as a grownup, I love swimsuits hanging in the bathroom to dry. I love being able to wear flip-flops (or flipper-flops, as they’re coming to be known at our house) all the time. I love food from the grill. I love the faint smell of chlorine on everything. If we had windows that weren’t painted shut, I’d love being able to open them at night and listen to the crickets. So yeah. I love summer.


2 Jun

>So I was going to the bathroom tonight when I saw something scurry across the floor. Assuming the worst (cockroach), I screamed and then realized it was an itty bitty baby lizard. He was very cute (although a cute lizard in my house is still a lizard in my house) and Sam has spent the better part of the evening trying to catch it (unsuccessfully).

So we were in bed getting ready to go to sleep when we heard Devil Dog across the street rustling through our bushes and barking. This is after she dug through our garbage last night, strewing brisket fat, chicken bones, and poopy diapers all over our front yard. So Sam’s out there scaring it away as I type. Apparently, he’s going to “break its neck” if it tries to bite him. But as he was leaving our bedroom and turned on the hallway light, our lizardy friend scurried across the floor and he temporarily forgot about Devil Dog and tried to find the lizard. I feel like I’m living in a zoo with a 12-year-old boy.