Have Children, Will Travel

Swiss Miss

2012-02-17T12:48:00.000-08:00

Excited for the bff to have a baby! It seems not long ago that our moms were pregnant together with us. I had intended to try to re-create this scenario, but let's just say that my toddler has made the idea of a new baby sooooo haunting, daunting, and ripe for the crazy-making. He's lucky he's so cute. I took the kids to the aerospace museum at the air force base today. He loved the aircraft, but his favorite part was trying to eat dirt and sneak a lick of some rusty airplane nail. It's funny how, when I was first a mom, I'd be mortified to be dragging out a screaming child. Now, instead of feeling bad for onlookers' ears, I look at them as if to remind them that my ears are under assault all day. As America's Super Nanny would say, "Back to the calm down corner." He did give me two adorable smooches yesterday at Shannon's. Makes it worth the feistiness (where does he get such strong-willed personality? Haha).
Anyway, congrats Char. I was so blessed to be a part of her baby shower in L.A. I'm still dreaming about the delicious food. S'more bars, cookies, cupcakes, brunch delights like egg yumminess and fresh fruit. Dang you, s'more bars.

Foxy

2012-01-11T22:42:00.000-08:00

Will you judge me for saying Modern Family is one of my most favorite tv shows right now? When we were in Cali last month, my dad happened to be filling in at Fox for a month, so he was able to get us on the set while they were filming tonight's episode. Sadly, I only got to admire Ty Burrell from across the room. Love that Phil Dunphy. It was a great experience. Thanks, Dadda!

Jay and Gloria's house

Mitch and Cam's fireplace (you can tell we'd been running outside in the rain!)

p.s. Thanks to our Jenny for taking the kiddos to Jump-n-Jammin' while we braved the crazy rain and traffic to get to the studio!

Halloween

2012-01-11T13:09:00.000-08:00

Halloween was so laid back this year. It was unseasonably warm, which really made my day/night. It almost seemed to be a California-esque trick-or-treat evening. The kids had great energy throughout the night and we just walked a lot and filled our bags with candy. We always enjoy the adjacent neighborhood because they do a lot of fabulous decorating and give out amazing treats and glow toys

Seven Heaven

2012-01-11T12:37:00.000-08:00

It's hard to believe my Boston is 7 years old! I'm just so crazy about him. It seems like yesterday that I was washing all his new clothes from my generous baby showers and setting up his little nursery in our apartment in Newport Beach. I had such an amazing pregnancy with him, going to the beach and on long sea-air walks along the beautiful ocean-view Castaways neighborhood. I used to look in the windows of the amazing homes, imagining no other place I'd rather raise my sweet boy. Soon after I held him for the first time (a week past his due date, despite jogging and bouncing on my exercise ball!), I realized it didn't matter where I lived, as long as I was with him. When he was just 10 months old, we got a job offer in Utah and, somewhat begrudgingly, we made the move back. It was almost within the week we moved to our new house that he started sleeping through the night (solid 12-hour stretches!). I knew he liked the open space and seeing Daddy more often. They've always had an easy bond. "Special boy" and Dad love sports and hanging out together.

Today, Boston is still shy with adults, but a true extrovert. He asks for friends every single day and is growing like a weed. He's got an amazing appetite and is persistent, curious, and kind. His teacher said that he's ahead in school and that she's never heard him say an unkind word to anyone. He climbs like a monkey and will hang on anything he can, including Dad, as well as jump-attacking Mom (it starts as a hug, then he wraps and attaches at the legs!).

He likes to provoke his siblings, but if someone really loses it, he's the first to jump in and smooth things over. If I'm having a bad day or I yell at Beckett, he swoops in with sweetness to try to create peace. At night if I lay down with him before bedtime, he will just look at me and smile with this special mom/son connection, and I literally think my heart will explode.

We love you, Boston! Glad you had fun at your party with a ton of kids, Dad's homemade pirate pinata and scavenger hunt, and a garage corn dog meal with cake, ice cream, and presents.

Sunday Scoop

2011-09-25T13:02:00.000-07:00

It seems like just yesterday Cassidy was a baby. She's so spunky. At church she is super vocal and makes friends with everyone, especially the older boys. The teachers tell me she often hugs them in passing between classes.

Last week one of her teachers said that she was teaching a lesson on missionary work. Cassidy was quick to chime in that she wouldn't be going on a mission. Her teacher expected that Cass might say it was because she was girl, to which she was prepared to respond that she herself had been on a mission. Cass said, "I can't go on a mission because I'm going to be an ice cream man." She has also recently said this career choice would mean she wouldn't be going to college either.

We all got a kick out of it. She cracks me up. Sometimes she even has nightmares about not being good at anything. Girls and self-esteem. Whoa. And then there's Boston who, in typically manly form, will often vocalize how good he is at things. And if I tell him he probably shouldn't do something, he explains how he'll try anyway and figure it out. Sneaky and persistent like dad.

Running: Por 'K'?

2011-09-23T14:34:00.000-07:00

I'm in an GPT (group personal training) class. Basically it's 10 girls and one awesome trainer. Most of the girls keep food logs and submit exercise/food journals weekly (I find myself skipping that most of the time!).

Our trainer is a fabulous, pregnant freak of nature. I love her! She recently ran a marathon and, when her new socks got too irritating, she finally removed her socks and shoes and ran the last 3 miles barefoot. Whoa. She used to be a cardio junky, but now keeps it well-rounded with some hard core weight lifting.

I love weight lifting, I must say. I love the burn, the challenge, and the hilarious moans from classmates when Annie (awesome trainer) says to hold, do 10 more small lifts, then hold again. It's pretty classic.

I appreciate runners. To be honest, my opinion is that I find long-distance running much like natural childbirth. I have such respect for both, and I think I probably could if I worked hard and had the drive, but...nah.

The class wanted to do a local 5k because one of our Xtreme GPT girls was organizing one for her son's school. It was really fun to be part of the excitement, but both my mind and my bladder were further convinced it isn't my true passion in life (you can always count on me to keep it real aka provide too much information!).

Alas, it was fun and inspiring because we all ran back to meet up with one of our girls who has been working so hard to achieve major weight loss. She puts forth more than most of us each class and I'm in awe at her determination. Her transformation is already taking flight. Way to go, Julie!

Best Banana Oatmeal Cookies

2011-09-22T11:52:00.000-07:00

I'm making these right now, and they are dddeeeelicious. The recipe is courtesy of one of my awesome neighbors. Love her. And I've never met a kid who didn't like these yummers.

They contain no sweeteners, butter, eggs, or wheat, so eat up, I say!
I use the dry blade to blend the oats and almonds, but a magic bullet or food processor can also do the trick. I pulverize the oats and almonds into dust!

2 cups rolled oats
2/3 cup almonds
1 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp ground nutmeg
1 1/2 cups mashed bananas (about 3)
1/4 cup oil (I'm going to use coconut!)
1 tsp vanilla extract
optional 3/4 cup raisins, carob, or mini chocolate chips

Adjust baking racks evenly in oven. Preheat oven to 350. Lightly grease 2 cookie sheets. Grind oats and almonds. Pour them into large mixing bowl. In a separate bowl (or in the blender/food processor) beat together bananas, oil, and vanilla until creamy. Add banana mixture and raisins or chips to oat mixture. Mix well.

Drop cookie dough by tablespoons on both cookie sheets. Bake both sheets at once, rotating halfway through baking. Bake 10-13 minutes or until bottoms are golden brown.

Nesting

2011-09-16T13:01:00.001-07:00

I'm SO not pregnant, but nesting so badly. I think it's the culmination of our house being in upheaval for a while with the flood/remodel. It also must be that I'm mentally trying to feel settled and create an atmosphere at home that feels complete, polished, and my own personal retreat. Of course fighting through the clutter and debris of 3 little hurricanes offers a bit of challenge, but I'm excited about design for the first time in a long time. I'm always texting/calling Charlotte and Julyssa for advice on where to put stuff and what colors to channel.

Loving this pillow from West Elm...

I think it'll look great with the beautiful colors in the print I bought in Hawaii!

Hella-Long Aloha, or Aloha Oi Vey

2011-09-06T12:59:00.000-07:00

I had been considering a trip to LA by myself over the 24th of July and got a text from Nikki telling me she had that weekend off. We had debated possibly going somewhere new to change things up (not that going to SoCal ever gets old for me!). Apparently Oahu is Nikki's retreat, and I was so thrilled she wanted to share some of that paradise with me!

Naturally, I had one main hesitation. After high school, it finally dawned on me that Nikki is an introvert (duh, Chels) and I'm, well, pretty much the most extroverted person on the planet. Would I drive her nuts with my incessant conversation and probing to get to the inner workings of one my oldest and dearest buddies? I told her I'd try to not annoy her. I'm sure other moms can understand that--due to lack of adult interaction--sometimes we become chatterboxes and a little obnoxious when we have some 'time off' from bum-wiping, constant meal-preparation, and endless cleaning. My main goal was to relax and capture some of that aloha spirit.
{Are my snuggly poses one of the reasons someone asked if we were on a 'romantic' vacation?}
{The view from our room!}

Can I just say that this trip FAR-EXCEEDED my expectations?! Nikki was a true angel. She is methodical and determined (determined as in making sure we made the 3 mile roundtrip walk to Zippy's for fried chicken, shave ice and malasadas!), but more importantly accomodating and kind. She always made sure I had what I needed and took care of me, knowing I'm there a lot less often than she is! I loved doing crossword puzzles together (apparently my college degree did not help that part of my brain!) and visiting the hotel's VIP lounge at least 3 times daily for breakfasts, afternoon snacks (jars of cookies/trailmix), hors d'oevres (spears of veggies/hummus) and desserts (somewhat dry cake). The VIP lounge workers knew us well and by the second day, they would bring me my cocktail of choice before I even sat down (Sierra Mist and cranberry juice with a lime!).

The quirkiness factor that I can't stop smiling about can be seen in Nikki's urging for us to take the stairs instead of the elevator to our room (16th floor) and her cute perfectionism. Even in looking for a t-shirt for sister Jenny, she'd contemplate the colors, the sizes, and whether or not it was the best option.

I loved hiking Diamondhead where she glistened with sweat and I rained, though actually I love sweating...strange, I know. We rented a beach umbrella one day and just sat back and read and worked on our crosswords. So fun. The best thing, however, must've been when we paddle-surfed. I haven't gotten the water-proof camera pix developed, but man, I'm praying they turn out! It took a while for me to grasp the concept, but I loved being out on the water. I was just following the pro (Dr. Nikki!) and we soon realized there weren't many other surfers around us anymore. I was hopping back on my board and saw 3 dolphins dipping in and out of the calm surf. I started screaming and couldn't get back on my board because I was so excited. Well, let's just say, we were both so excited that we may have wet our pants on this excursion! There were dolphins everywhere. Some were flipping up in the air. It was so amazing, and magical, although at moments we were nervous, knowing we were basically helpless in the middle of the ocean. With bits of trepidation, we couldn't help but follow the small herds around. It was ridiculously cool. I couldn't stop saying, "Oh wow." "Oh my gosh." "Oh man." "Oh my goodness!" Nikki was making fun of me the whole trip for it. Suddenly every meal I ate and everything I did and saw received the same reaction. I told her to be grateful that I'm so easily pleased!

We both fell in love with a local artist, Heather Brown. I love the bright colors in her simple ocean paintings. And I love that even though Nikki's a stinkin' brainiac, she's also so artistic and went home to try her hand at some colorful canvas art. I bought a print to remember this fantastic trip.

{Our lounge buddies. We'd pretend we didn't know them, and they'd pretend they hadn't already seen us multiple times each day. They even packed a bag of Nikki's favorite cookies for our flight home.}
{side shot because blogger taking too long to re-upload. Nikki playing Scrabble and sorting her trail mix.}
{Mmmm. Local omelet (spam, chinese sausage, eggs, and rice) at Bogart's}
{Stairs heading up Diamondhead.}

Before departing for Hawaii, I had an entire day to spend with my beautiful mom in LA. So wonderful. And I even got to stop in and see Christy's new bundle of joy, Rhys. I'll post those pictures/details next. I'm sure I've already lost my 2 regular readers in this lengthy rambling!

Blessings

2011-08-02T21:12:00.000-07:00

Today I have been so blessed. In the quiet of the house (now that it's almost 11 p.m.) I am reflecting on a day that has been pretty spectacular.

Texting with Sarajane about our guilty pleasure: The Bachelorette
Receiving a letter from my dad
Talking on the phone with Charlotte in Switzerland and knowing the distance has only brought us closer
Boot camp with one amazing instructor
Delicious bbq chicken for dinner cooked by an adoring husband
Made zucchini bread for my kids (had white beans and squash, and they didn't notice!)
Park with the kids
Brought a surprise treat to my sister
Neighbor brought me food
Talked nice to the neighbor who's not my favorite in an effort to start fresh amd forgive
Got to see Beckett attempt some new signs (like 'please' and 'my turn', 'water' and 'thirsty') and say meow (sounding like a high-pitched shriek), cat, cracker, and shoes (probably only his mom could understand!)
Cleaned my floors and the basement, and two nasty toilets
Went to Ross (Ross is boss)
Kids had a friend over, then had a 'switchover' at his house

And then here I am listening to some of the music from Tangled while sorting recent pictures and I can't help but tear up over these little reminders:

*More about my last two weeks of travel soon!

Wednesday: No Thanks

2011-06-29T13:32:00.000-07:00

I need a date night or a getaway with my hunk. Aspen, anyone?! That was one relaxing trip. Sometimes I harness that moment.

Also, some days I think my Cassidy is so grown-up. She's Daddy's special angel, a real helper, a good hugger, and so smart. And then some days she whines all morning, hits people, yells at them and is bossy, demanding a new snack every five minutes and I'm reminded of this wee dumpling she used to be (approx. 18 months). . .

She's always had a 'passionate' side. I love you, Dear Cass.

p.s. This morning she said, "Mom, if you stick your finger in your mouth and inside your cheek, then smell it, it smells like pistachios." (typically, she calls these her 'favorite nuts' or mustachios.

p.p.s. It'd be sweet if Beckett's teeth could pop through. This teething thing is really dragging on, and as bad as I feel for him, I'm feeling bad for myself as well lol.

Dad Day

2011-06-20T20:28:00.000-07:00

Charlotte posted a cute card she made for her dad for Father's Day, so, though I hesitated yesterday, I'll post this little poem I scripted for my daddy-o. It seems I was fairly organized this Father's Day, though that's not typical. And Mother's Day, well, forgetaboutit. Mom poem or song (sung grossly off-key) coming in 2012!

Unlimited Dadda-Plan
I sure love that Dadda of mine,
Vocab king and writer divine,
From breakfasts at Foxy’s, Griffith’s ponies, and feeding the ducks,
To pj dates, pop moves, and pool party potlucks,
I knew this guy cared about my tiny heart and soul,
With each hug, kiss, and somersault roll.

Yeah we’d Doug and Wendy whine as all kids tend to do,
But there were certain things we kiddos always knew,
That Dad would listen whenever we spoke,
And he’d feel deeply our joy or if our hearts broke.

But it’s not always what he said that meant the most to me,
It was watching him live and learning to be:
Silly with Bonnie and a wheelchair church race,
Saying you’re sorry, not trying to save face,
Looking people in the eyes and giving a smile,
Service and patriotism more than once in a while.

I see more of Dad even now that I’m grown,
When making a lunch, a mudslide that’s blown,
Reading to the kids, teaching them to write notes,
Tying their shoes and buttoning coats.

Harnessing navy language if someone does them wrong,
Off for a date, saying I won’t be gone long.
A-frame eyebrows and steering wheel drums,
Bored people are boring, stop twiddling your thumbs.
Be considerate, gracious and show that you care,
If you need a good vomit, I’ll hold back your hair.

The generations to come will surely follow suit,
Less tech-challenged and taller to boot,
They’ll learn to find love and have a family,
All from this little branch on the tree.
So when you think your gray days will leave you dust in the wind,
Remember that eternity is only about to begin.

Beck-aroo

2011-06-14T07:48:00.000-07:00

Right now, my surfer boy:
Loves watching Signing Time and after a nap will grunt for his blankets, march into my room, and plop himself on a chair demanding that the show begin.
Sneaks into the bathroom for my makeup brush or a toilet brush/plunger to walk around with.
Still has only 2 teeth but has been grumpy because it appears about 9 are on their way.
Has an intensity in his personality and is pretty demanding, which wears him out because he has been taking glorious naps and wakes up and occasionally stays in bed until 10 am!
Enjoys carrying objects larger than himself (ie, empty laundry baskets, boxes, plastic chairs, toys).
Gets jealous when I love or snuggle the other kids, and goes in for big mouth kisses if I'm holding him when T kisses me goodbye.
Says mom, dad, dog, whoa, ball, woof (as well as 'whistles' for the dog--woo woo), and shoe).
Eats like a little garbage disposal (an Otter Pop, ham/cheese sandwich with mustard, meat, fruit).
Demonstrates fearless persistence at the park and will climb anywhere he can and tackle slides alone and with such excitement.
Is finally not swaddled at bedtime and signs milk when he's ready to snooze.

Love him!

Hey Ladies!

2011-06-06T15:41:00.000-07:00

I have some obligatory posts to catch up, but out of order is what I do best. Went on a fabulous girls' weekend with my sister, Bridget, and pseudo-sister, Jenny, mid-May. Jenny's a bit of a hotel snob (well, you are--and that's ok!). We stayed one night at the Sheraton downtown and then one night at the luxurious St. Regis in Park City. We munched at some fun places and hit up a bakery or two, as well as some casual snacking at the new Whole Foods downtown (love love it!). Of course I love that wherever we go, Jenny addresses waitresses, store attendants, our BUTLER, all by their first names. I love this about her. I also love when she talks sports because somehow, though Trav is a sport fiend, I must somehow tune out because it's all foreign most of the time.

Now, Bridget is awesome because she's go-with-the-flow and super hilarious when tired. She's so excited about organic foods and muscle-testing products right there in the store (ask me about this if you're going, 'huh?'). She's a super sleuth when it comes to figuring out allergies and bodily randomness.

What's amazing about the St. Regis is that every detail of the facility was so well-planned. The treadmills in the gym were equipped with little water bottles, as well as a mini-fridge in the gym containing chilled towels. There's a yoga room (I directed some sun salutations. Okay, one sun salutation) and a swimming pool with speakers underwater. Even the heater vents are monogrammed. And did I mention the television inside the bathroom mirror?! Super cool. The most memorable feature must have been the funicular we had to ride up the mountain to the ski-in/ski-out resort. We enjoyed discussing the definition of a funicular. Vehicular fun, but, more accurately, a mountainside railway operated with cables. You gotta feel bad for whomever was stuck in this enclosed funicular adventure with the 3 of us wild chickadees. There's not much we won't discuss despite our captive audience.

Even though we lived it up lounging, eating, shopping, and getting massages, we found it most necessary to catch a showing of Fast 5 before dropping Jenny off at the SL airport. At one point during an on-screen fight, Jenny leaned over and asked if I was rooting for The Rock or Vin Diesel. My immediate response was, "I'm rooting for fewer shirts." The musles made the movie.

After dropping Jenny off, Bridget and I were still not ready to call it quits on our weekend away. We went out for more shopping and then some In-n-Out.

Sweet Travis had done all the laundry and cleaned the house while I was away. He said he would have done more cleaning, but was exhausted. It's always nice to feel validated in the crazy clown show that motherhood sometimes is.

Adora-Dad

2011-05-19T14:48:00.000-07:00

Patrick really is so cute with the kiddos. He gets off work early on Fridays and (weather-permitting) Bridget often comes up and we sit in the yard while the kids play the afternoon away.

On the Brag

2011-04-30T19:33:00.000-07:00

Lol. I'm laughing at myself. And glad I'm going to see Harmony and Michelle tonight because it's fun to be giddy with those hotties. Travis is on his way home from his boys' baseball weekend in Texas. It's always easy to let him go on these mini getaways because I know it means so much to him. He always has so much fun seeing baseball games, eating adventurous food (this trip it was fried frog leg salad), and relaxing boy-style. It's different than traveling with me. For instance, he wouldn't dare ask me to ride the bus across town to a different car rental place to save 100 bucks; but Ben had no problem with such a journey! I'm glad that Trav goes because I know that he'll also make it a priority for me to have some time away. Some people don't travel without their spouses, but I'm grateful we have learned that this is one of the best things we can do to strengthen our relationship.

This was a very typical Sunday morning at Casa Verde. Cassidy obviously didn't appreciate me trying to interrupt her boogie excavation. I'll save this to show her future boyfriend (if her Dad allows that...ever).

What's In Your Waffle?

2011-04-05T12:48:00.000-07:00

I'm not perfect in nutrition with my kids, but I love me a good trick! I enjoy sneaking healthy stuff into their food. When Patrick lived here I'd offer him baked treats and he'd immediately ask, "Do I want to know what's in this?" I will never tell him unless he's already given it a try first, and he's usually splendidly surprised that I sneaked spinach in brownies or butternut squash in his cupcakes.

Shannon has been making sneaky substitutions for Cohen for awhile, as he's on a gluten-free diet and is pretty particular about what he'll eat. She uses applesauce and white beans often to avoid using oil or eggs.

My recent faves have been waffles and muffins. I figure waffles are often eaten with syrup, so how hard would it be to mask veggies inside?! Sometimes I make a base for a smoothie (frozen strawberries/blueberries etc.) in my Vitamix blender (love love this, but a Magic Bullet will also do fine) and then just add some pancake mix like Bisquick or Krusteaz.

Today I'm making banana muffins with pureed zucchini, bananas, great northern beans, and acorn squash. Some mini choco chips make them divine!

We've got a blending/juicing party in the works, so let me know if you want to come, or, if you're far away, I'd love to share some ideas we receive!

Daughter

2011-03-20T09:20:00.000-07:00

Love you, daughter. Grateful Grandma Cheryl could let you and your brothers have a sleepover last night so we could party like rockstars and enjoy a little needed quiet time after a long week.

Piano Men

2011-03-16T15:11:00.001-07:00

Thanks, Dadda, for always being excited to come for a visit, a breakfast out, or to swoop in to the rescue when we need a casserole or other daddy/granddaddy-delights. Love you!

Even though I stink at piano-playing, while my mom, dad, and sister are truly gifted (not to mention Pat's a drum master!), I love to have this piece of my Grandma Ginny in my home. She was a spitfire; a gracious, giving, spunky entertainer who has left with us her legacy through books, this fabulous piano, and of course, daddy-o.

Wee Walker

2011-03-08T12:09:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, at the ripe age of 11-months, cute Beckett decided to take his first 5 steps to the couch. I wasn't expecting it, and was completely delighted to see him reach one of his first little milestones. Love you, adorable boy.

Cousins

2011-03-07T14:57:00.000-08:00

I've had the opportunity to watch Patrick and Emily's 2 cutie boys in the afternoons. The morning I was supposed to start my 'duties' as part-time helper, I woke up abruptly at 6 in the morning and wondered what I was thinking. But I am happy to say that things have gone so much smoother than I had anticipated. I love Ethan and Spencer and so do my kiddos. I enjoy knowing that they have become happy, instant cousins. They all play well together.

Ethan is smart. He knows what day of the week it is, what the weather forecast is, and his weekend plans. He, like Boston, loves Wii and always asks when we'll be playing it next. He enjoys playing outside no matter what the weather and riding scooters. He's a bird eater, but in true bird fashion, looooves fish (goldfish crackers, that is!).

Spencer, or wee little butterball (as Patrick sometimes calls him) is this adorable bundle of eye expressions, funny words, and awareness. He often comes to me with a disgusted look on his face, refusing to use the toilet because there's pee pee on the seat. He and Cassidy have funny conversations in the car. A few weeks ago Cassidy was telling Spencer that she wanted a gold tooth like her dad. Spencer agreed that that would be just wonderful. When the chatting gets to potty talk and I give them 'the eye' in the mirror, Spencer is quick to say that his mommy will spank his butt if he uses those words.

The other day, sweet Spencer was trying to take a little nap on the couch and as the energy and noise of the other kids moved from where we were in the kitchen, I found that some critters didn't think Spencer should be able to take a nap. So rude. Luckily, Spencer slept through the curiousity and sneakiness.

Cool Cats

2011-02-28T09:52:00.000-08:00

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You'd think being a native Californian that I'd bundle up extra cozy in the frigid cold. I don't. I believe in t-shirts. I'm inside most of the day anyway and it gets toasty--all the kid chasing, stair-climbing and cleaning. My friend Ginny always laughs at me when I run out to do carpool and she's in Uggs and cute sweaters. Maybe next winter I'll rock some cute winter duds. As for right now, I'm holding my breath for spring and summer goodness.

*I do have 2 or 3 sweaters, though I realize--even the one I'm wearing in this pic is only 3/4 length.

Interview

2011-02-16T13:05:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure if many of you know, but when Travis and I were dating I put him through a series of question sessions. When I told my dad about this recently, he said--with a bit of man fear in his eyes--"Wow, how'd he feel being interviewed?" I replied, "Most important interview of his life!" I realize not all suitors would be so willing, but I'm grateful for Trav's willingness to communicate with me (then and now).

I feel like if you can't talk openly about things with a prospective husband, what success can come of the relationship? Anyway, I came across one of my 'lists' so I'll share.

This is dated January 27, 2000.
Favorite movie star? Female?
Famous crush?
What sport do you hope your children will play? Musical instrument?
When have you felt out of control?
Your daughter has her first boyfriend. How do you treat him?
Your 9-year-old refuses to go to church. What do you do?
You find your wife locked in a room, crying. How do you lure her out?
Your wife is mad at you. You don't know why and become frustrated because she refuses to talk. What do you do?
Your brother has just discovered he can't have kids and asks you to 'donate'. What do you do?
Your best friend (according to your wife) has been hitting on your wife. What now?
One of your friends claims your wife flirts with him.
What is the one quality you hope for most in a wife?
If your wife could do one thing every day to make you content, what would it be?
What makes a good husband?
How do you deal with criticism?

Some of these now make me giggle, and I assure you there were multiple lists, but I gotta say, I feel it sure paid off! As an effective 'interviewer', I was not only listening to his answers, but observing his willingess to go the distance and his ability and desire to communicate!

Happy Valentine's Week!

Juicy

2011-01-18T09:27:00.001-08:00

Okay, so I have a lot to blog about: birthdays, Christmas, visits, etc. but that'll have to wait. I sent the kids off to one of their favorite sitters this morning (no school today in our district!) so I could make a few phone calls and cross a few items off the to-do list.

Mr. Beckett is now 9-months-old. He has captured my heart in a different way than my other two. Not sure how that is or if I'm just finally out of the sleepless funk, but he's just so squishable and delicious. The back of his head, oddly enough, is even so adorable--beautiful silvery blonde hair and a rolly neck.

He is the busiest little critter ever. He's always on the move. He's been crawling for a couple months and has been cruising for about a month. He pulls himself up and moves along with focused determination. Travis swears he heard him grab a toy from the dog the other day proclaiming, "No!" He's speedy in his crawl and no matter where I put him with a pile of toys to buy myself a little time, he'll find me, sit on his knees, flap his arms like a bird and make his presence known with his loud yells.

He rarely cries, but he 'talks' and yells almost incessantly. He's a snuggler (in 5-second increments), an eater (anything and all the time, but preferably food he can shove in his mouth by himself), and a little social butterfly. I love him like crazy. He's just so cute. Boston and Cassidy love him too. They love that he's less fragile now and they enjoy playing dead on the floor and letting Beckett tackle them.

20 pounds of yum.

Do you have the Bountiful Baskets co-op in your area?! Amazing. I got the organic basket this week.

Heaven

2010-12-10T21:47:00.000-08:00

Sometimes as kids, my siblings and I would lay in my parents' bed for bedtime stories and my dad would sing, "Heaven, I'm in heaven. . ." My mom and dad have always loved us loudly--with passion, loyalty, and adoration.

Tonight I watched Christmas cartoons with my kids before bed and had that feeling of heaven. I also had to tell my kids that their precious Emma dog needed to go to the less metaphorical and more literal heaven tomorrow. They've known it was coming, but somehow that doesn't make it any easier. Through this I hope to teach them that it's always worth it to love and lose than to not love at all. We talked about how Emma was going to run in heaven without her 'fat paw' and chase our black kitty.

We love our Emma. She has been a part of our family: baby births, parties, park days, camping trips, baseball games, car rides, daily visitors, hikes, visits to grandma's house, sledding, fishing, gardening, and errands around town. She's always been content to just be with us. I never knew I'd be such a dog person! So tonight I thank my Emma for enriching this little family with such accepting tenderness. We will miss you, but we know you'll be in a better place. xoxo

Grateful

2010-11-30T22:19:00.000-08:00

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Travis made a culinary masterpiece (yet again). We had fewer guests this year but it was bustling with noise. We had Patrick and Emily here which was fabulous--the kids have all become fast friends. At one point after Patrick and Emily had come back with the kids from an outing, Cassidy and Spencer embraced and exchanged 'I love you's'. Aaron also came with his kids (Brandi was working) and of course Dad and Renita. Emily's parents even popped over for pie--just in time for our annual tradition of each saying something we're grateful for. Mostly what came up was the love of family, friends, and country. And some of us discussed how thankful we are to have risen above challenges and struggles. It's very true that we grow from hard times and are more able to recognize blessings after we've been through difficulties. We realize our strength and, for some, we learn to have faith and trust in our Heavenly Father.

I have an amazing family that is openly affectionate, readily communicative, and real. We've been through a lot but we don't hide things and we enjoy so much closeness as a result of relentless persistance and enduring love.

I have friends who see my heart and accept who I am at different stages of my life. They are enduring, talented, beautiful, and some of my greatest joys.

My husband adores me and works so hard every day. When I'm crazy, he tells me (lovingly!) and encourages me to dream. He believes in me and appreciates the different facets (and they are many) of my personality. We just have so much fun together. And, as if I haven't bragged enough, he gave me these sweet angels.

*Boston, Cassidy, then Mr. Beckett, all at about 4 months of age.

Reality Check

2010-11-22T20:23:00.000-08:00

Some blogs might depict a perfect life. I hope that's not what I do, and if it is, perhaps I'll share that I was not my best self last weekend. Yelled at my kiddos, had 'words' with the hubby who really is the angel of angels, ate junk (and not the delicious stuff--the filler you put in your gut to stave off hunger), and was queen grouchy pants.

Have you ever known you were grouchy and that it was likely hormonal--yet when the mood passed and the happy version of yourself returned you were hesitant to let it show right away because then you'd not only be beasty but a roller coaster as well? I do that sometimes.

And since I already admitted I'm not a perfect parent, I'm just going to put this out there: Doesn't Beckett demonstrate a slight resemblance to Goonies' Sloth in this picture?

*I can say this because he is sooooooooo adorable!

Dracu-Cheer-Pea

2010-11-19T14:18:00.000-08:00

Yeah, didn't even get a picture of my kids all together. I swear the more kids I have, the quality of some of my parenting skills goes down. I'm sure there's an economic theory behind it. Look at Octa-Mom.
It was a great Halloween. There's a subdivision nearby called Sleepy Hallow and every year a 'headless horsemen' on a real horse rides around the neighborhood. Travis saw him earlier in the day, but sadly we missed seeing him Halloween night. Beckett was a trooper. He loves being out and about and is much happier when we're on the go. Cassidy and Boston were fearless and loved the spooky houses--even an elaborate one complete with a spook alley. And btw, Travis picked out Cass' costume when he was in Indiana on business. She's more a puppy or other animal than a rah rah spirit fingers gal!

Note: I couldn't take this popsicle away from Beckett. I thought it was mainly intriguing to him because it was cold and squishy on his teething gums. Later I realized he had sogged a hole in the popsicle wrapper and was enjoying some grape artificial goodness. No wonder he had a crazed look in his eyes.

We're Those People

2010-11-10T19:36:00.000-08:00

Every year some of our fantastic neighborhood friends throw a costume party for Halloween. Until I post some of the kids in their costumes, perhaps enjoy ours. It was a disco party. When the hunt for a polyester one-piece proved fruitless, I sought inspiration from some of my dad's old buddies and my friends' dads back in the day. Travis worked it in his delicious disco duds. I had so much fun dancing the night away.

National Adoption Month

2010-11-02T12:03:00.000-07:00

Not sure if you've been introduced to therhouse blog but it's worth checking out. When I first came upon it, I was so intrigued, fascinated, and in awe at the stories I read and all I learned about adoption. My grandmother was adopted and she had a negative experience and challenges surrounding her adoption. I always grew up with this a less than positive idea about adoption. Now that I have learned more, developed friendships with adoptive and adopted friends, my feelings have become so much about realizing that families become families in many different ways. I'm grateful for adoption and respect birth moms who love their children so much.

On the blog also is an invitation to a dinner at a yum-o restaurant (Trav has been there, I haven't yet), Blue Lemon, in Salt Lake.

*I guess I should note that adoption has come a long way. It isn't what it once was, and I do believe much of that is through education and sensitivity.

Daddy's Girl

2010-11-01T21:13:00.000-07:00

Cassidy has been so sweet and loving the past few days. We had a fabulous afternoon cooking/baking together while Beckett slept yesterday and Boston was at school. When she's in charge or has an assignment, she is a new person. She wants to blaze her own trails and have ownership over a few things. A true middle child--like mom. But mostly my Cass is like her dad.

She loves:
Pickles (kosher dills)
Christmas songs
Having her back tickled
Meat
Winning (who doesn't...but she reeeaaallly wants to win)
Taking her shirt off when she comes inside after running around in hot weather
It's no wonder he calls her his precious angel.

In other news, Beckett finally started sleeping through the night while I was in Park City on my girls' trip. Seriously, he better keep it up. I am a new person when I sleep.

Congrats!

2010-10-11T16:04:00.000-07:00

Congratulations to Patrick and Emily! They got engaged last weekend. We're excited to welcome her and her two beautiful boys to the family. My kids already adore them.

And below: a tiny photo I stole from facebook.

Last Week: Sucky and Lucky

2010-10-06T13:35:00.000-07:00

Last week was both sucky and lucky. Sucky because Boston had these little clusters of skin-colored bumps on his leg. Some friends' kids had similar bouts with this rash called moluscum. Apparently, my pediatrician said I could just let them clear up or take him to a dermatologist to have a simple procedure done. After our California trip they seemed to have spread a bit, so I made an appointment. The doctor treats these bumps a couple times a month. All she was to do was put some ointment (literally beetlejuice) on each one and cover each with a small piece of tape. She instructed me to leave it on about 3 hours and then shower him off. The ointment would make the spots blister, mesaaging his body to attack the virus. I put him in the tub after about 2 hours but soon discovered that the tape was stuck like glue to each emerging blister. His leg was so tender that I decided not to send him to school. I tried repeatedly to get the tape off but Boston cried in pain. With a few calls back and forth to the doctor I realized I just had to get all the pieces of tape off. I held him down and began to pick. It's really hard to have to hurt your kid and the whole time I kept thinking how unnecessary this all was and how the doctor may have not given me the right instructions.

Long story short, poor Boston was writhing in pain the whole night as he basically got chemical burns and I had been forced to peel off parts of his skin that would not relinquish the tape. The verdict was that his body reacted too quickly to the ointment and was perhaps more sensitive than other kids' skin. 3 missed days of school and a loooong, ouchie weekend are finally behind us, though his legs may scar.

The week was lucky, though, because I got to see my long-time friend, Daniel. We've known each other since I was 15. He enlisted in the army when I was 16 (thought it was the end of the world!) but has made it his career and will be a lifer. He had some business to do in Colorado so he stopped in. We stayed up late chatting and catching up on old times. He is so magnetic. He tells things as he sees them and has an infectious smile. He is hilarious and easy to love. My kids gravitated to him immediately (he says it's because he looks like Mickey Mouse). Anyway, I called to check on him during his long drive home and we got to talking about how we both would like to eventually write books. He said he thought I'd finish first. "Oh yeah, why?" I asked, having a feeling I knew what was coming. "Because you have more time on your hands." What the?! I remained calm and asked him how many hours he'd be working at his new job. 40 (as I had suspected. Hmmm.). "So what will you be doing after work?" He told me he'd probably be vegging on the couch from exhaustion.
"Well my job never ends, Daniel." And that night we all stayed up chatting? Yeah, you slept solid til 10 a.m. I slept 3 hours, you little stinker. Knowing (as any good man does) that he was digging himself a hole, he added a most deliciously dangerous comment. "Come on, Chelsea. I've seen your kids. They're angels. And I know a lot of women who do what you do AND work a full-time job."
The end. Feel free to comment because this post is already long.

6

2010-09-30T07:06:00.000-07:00

I can't believe the Beckett man Bobas is 6 months old! As you are the third, Little Man, I'm not sure describing your infancy is all that accurate. A lot of the memories we have are centered around our family dynamic. For instance, your bout of colic/fussiness that started at 6 weeks I really feel wouldn't have been a big deal had it not been for the other two energetic kiddos. When Boston was a baby, I had the time to sit and hold him and nurse him at all hours. And though your little nervous system was working itself out, I also have never felt such euphoria. The weeks after delivery I just couldn't get enough of you. Dad hated admitting that you were--quite possibly--the cutest kid he'd ever seen. Part of the joy of having you was seeing Boston and Cassidy accept and love you immediately. They have never said one unkind thing about your arrival. They innately protect and care for you. They adore every little thing about you. When you're ready for the tub, Cass can't stop patting your bare 'bum bum'. And Boston loves to play with you and try to escape your drool and claws. He's so excited to teach you baseball and is so proud when he can hold you on his own and show you to his friends and classmates.

At 5 weeks, you rolled over for the first time and blessed us with your first grin. By the time you were almost 3-months-old you were rolling across the floor. And even though you hated your carseat as a newborn and being naked, you now appreciate the opportunity to roll around sans clothing (grabbing yourself to make sure nothing has disappeared since the last diaper change!) and proved to be the most amazing traveler on your first flight to LA and road trip to California.

You are so aware and determined. You are always looking around for new faces and already experience cabin fever. You love being outside and would choose noise and the hustle and bustle of a busy household over quiet activity. The other day we put you in the stroller with Jason and you immediately grabbed the sides and started rocking back and forth as if to say, "Quit chattin' and let's get this show on the road!" You love toys more than any baby I've seen. I'm constantly rotating them out and you already have a favorite (the caterpillar I hijacked from Brandi).

Lastly, I must mention your crazy ability to eat. You are only 50th percentile in weight (75th in height) but eat like a toddler. Sometimes I'm concerned that you could eat 6 oz every 3-4 hours around the clock. It's exhausting and mind-blowing all at the same time.

I try to keep most of these mommy details in my personal journal, but I just had to post about how much I adore you, Beckett. You are my little blonde surfer-boy. I know in all your eye contact that you have a lot to say and your own little personality. You look just like Dad and I just can't get enough of that pouty lower lip. Though it may seem that you are compared often to your siblings, just know that I enjoy you in a special way because I'm not a brand-new mommy. I have had calmness (thus far) with you and more assurance in my parenting skills which has allowed me to take it all in and savor your milestones without being schedule-obsessed or overly worried. We love love LOVE you.

Uhh Uhh Hoooppy Birtday

2010-09-27T21:54:00.000-07:00

Today is my amazing sister's birthday. She is the reason I even consider having another baby...the opportunity to possibly give my Cassidy the beautiful gift of a sister. Bridget is the greatest friend. She is beautiful, courageous, unpretentious, genuine, guileless, spiritual, funny (so funny!), accepting, and unafraid.

When we were kids, she was always trying to snuggle and smother me with love (which I truly couldn't stand as a kid!). I was uncomfortable with all the mooshy affection--which only fueled her fire to squeeze in one more forced hug. She's always been a lover of a girl. Her sensitive, tender ways haven't always yielded the best outcomes for her but now pay off big for her as a parent. Her children will never question the love she has for them.

When I became a pear-shaped pre-teen and she was the slender, gorgeous adolescent I remember going to her room to cry to her about my body insecurities. She didn't hesitate to drop whatever she was doing (talking on the phone, daydreaming to Kost 103.5, writing in her journal, or planning which baggy jeans and bodysuit she'd wear to school the next day) to give me a pep talk and loving advice.

We've both had our reason along the way to live parallel lives, but these last few years we have become soul sistahs. We have no jealousy between us. I always know she wants the best for me and I her. When we aren't laughing our way through the craziness that is motherhood (visualize Jason's once-silent, slide-into-home tantrums or Cassidy's order-barking from the bed to deliver juice, popcorn and/or candy stat), we are sharing tender moments and finishing each other's sentences. We see each other almost every day. She's got my back (and she's just the cholita you want in your corner, yo). I love her more than molten chocolate cake, long random (and sometimes unsavory) trips to Ross and the 'Maxx, walks around El Pecker Park, and even a labor-inducing deep-fried Twinkie. Happy Birthday, my wonderful Biddy!

Beckett Earns His Wings

2010-08-23T13:13:00.000-07:00

Made a spontaneous trip to see my mom who recently had knee surgery. I thought I would be her helper, but later discovered she would be mine! We sat around and it was faaabulous! She sent me for a pedicure while she held Mr. Beckett. I walked the Rose Bowl (just like old times) one morning, and then went out to Playa Vista for a little time at Nikki's retreat home...love the area! Char and Brady came up from San Diego to hang for a bit and Jenny and I got some time together with our babies.

Long, relaxing afternoon at the pool. Not! More like 20 minutes. Got breezy and Beckett didn't think the pool was warm enough!

Love these ladies...notice me hiding my post-partum largeness behind Char (these girls, might I add, could wear a paper bag and look stylishly gorgeous!)

Baby Olivia (Jenny and Jeff's little girl) was born on MY birthday. She and Beckett are only 3 weeks apart...so cute.

I always learn about the coolest flip-flops when I'm in California. Can't even remember what they told me was the newest "It" brand. My brain literally no funciona.

Dog Daze

2010-08-18T19:59:00.000-07:00

It's so sad to think that we only have a couple more months (hopefully) with our sweet Emma dog, due to her recent bone cancer diagnosis. She has truly been a member of our family. And while she has a couple unpleasant quirks (her gas and drool!), everyone who has spent any time with her would tell you she's one of the best dogs they've met. She is amazing with children. She is a sister and guardian to my kids and a lump of a love to visitors. I always have a house full of people and she is such a good sport to let kids crawl on her, poke her, and attempt to saddle her up for a ride. She never shows a bit of temper, and would rather lay on the floor amidst the chaos and kiddos than to be away from people.

If my kids are in the front yard and I can't see them or they've wandered, I can tell Emma to go find them and she'll head out to them or stand at attention by the front door watching them. She is protective and loyal and will get between me and a stranger or another dog. Last week there was an unfamiliar working on the house next door. He got close to one of the kids to take a picture of the house and Emma immediately assumed the downward dog position, looking as though she'd pounce (though more likely lick to death) her 'target'.

We just love her so much. There is more to be said, but for now I'll just enjoy hearing her quietly snore next to me and consider myself blessed.

'Beach' Days

2010-08-17T10:00:00.000-07:00

Why didn't we start going to the 'beach' at Willard Bay sooner?! Travis used to go often as a child but it took an invite from Julie and Jenna (some of my favorite LA transplants) to pack up the kiddos and go. The kids played for hours in the sand and wading in the water. We've been twice now and will probably make it a weekly occurance until dreaded cold arrives.

Waiting. . .

2010-08-11T15:15:00.000-07:00

I've been waiting for my desktop to be up and running so that I can upload photos, but alas dear husband is as busy as ever. So I promise to jump-drive some photos onto my laptop for my next post, but until then, an update:

This little Beckett man is kickin' my booty. He's so sweet and predictable during the day, but he's a frequent night-waker. I thought he was hungry, so I started mainly bottle-feeding at night. And when Trav kept him all night, he informed me the next morning that he had basically drunk over 18 ounces between 9 p.m. and 6 a.m. Thank heavens for a helpful husband. We tag team at night so that I'm not completely worthless and lacking in patience.

We let him cry it out a few Sundays ago after a 24th of July fireworks party. He was squirrely and fussy and wouldn't nap at the party. When the fireworks started, he crashed. He loves noise and is very aware. If there are people to look at, his little eyes wander around and missing a possible party is out of the question! I had just had it with rocking and bouncing and singing and no pay-off. The first hour of the crying was not hard. I remember with Boston it was so painful. Ahh, the difference of the third child! There were a few interruptions of my cry-out...including a poopy blowout and a necessary feeding, but that little turkey lasted 4 hours. And after about 40 minutes of sleep he was up and back at the crying. I must admit, I felt triumphant because I felt like I had begun to relinquish some of my control. I'm not good at feeling bossed around by pint-sized kidlets.

Anyway, he now goes to sleep easily but is still waking. Depending on the night and situation, I still let him cry in the middle of the night. Last night he was much better, so I'm guessing the prayers are working! Babies change so much. That's why I'm working on not over-analyzing. I love my surfer dude. He smiles and squeals (a lot!), loves music and singing (especially when it's Auntie Bridget voice), rolling over, and spinning around in his entertainment-saucer. He loves munching knuckles, watching his energetic siblings, playing with toys, and being around an energetic household.

Beckett 2.5

2010-06-26T17:02:00.000-07:00

I can't believe the little man is on his way to 3-months-old! I have had so many sleepless nights, but I've got faith that we're growing into better slumber soon! Even during his 4 weeks of fussy colic time, we could tell that he seemed good-natured, so it's fun to see him smile and almost giggle. He has always been big on eye contact and eating, and now he's noticing his hands and grabbing toys, which is pretty adorable. He's a drool machine and the kids always ask if they can wash their hands and let Beckett nibble on their knuckles.

I've been more house-bound than I prefer, mainly due to my choice of a good nap for Beck over an excursion with on-the-go sleep, but Boston and Cassidy have risen to the occasion by becoming more independent. They have been making their own sandwiches and getting their own drinks, and most mornings they'd prefer to dress themselves and head outside to ride their bikes over watching morning cartoons. They love Beckett so much. They were sneaky for a few weeks when they realized just how diverted my attention was, but they love helping me with the baby and entertaining him with songs and sweet words.

One thing that has made this transition better is Travis' extra outings and special time with Boston and Cass. They are always out playing baseball with Dad after work or helping him with something. Tonight they're off to a ballgame, leaving me at home for some quiet bonding time with the Bugaboo.

Sexy

2010-05-20T10:15:00.000-07:00

I have a strange feeling about this decade called my 30's. Right now I'm not sure whether or not to fight my teenage acne or my wrinkles. I guess I need a heavy night cream containing benzoyl peroxide. Hmmm.

Top 5 reasons I feel sexy today.
1. my leg hairs actually hurt they are so pokey
2. my afore-mentioned acne and wrinkles
3. the deflated balloon, cottage cheese pizza dough that is my stomach
4. my hot wardrobe consisting primarily of elastic-waisted pants
5. cracked heels that cannot be ignored because they snag my 700 thread-count sheet when I move in bed

The good news is that I'm so tired that this list makes me deliriously giggle, not cry. Go me!

Kickin' It

2010-05-12T10:59:00.000-07:00

I started playing soccer again last week thanks to my fabulous soccer star friend, Harmony. She's definitely in 'the know' when it comes to all things soccer. It was fun that my mom and brother were able to come and cheer me on. Normally we play indoor, but this is an outdoor city league. I was happy to at least be able to keep up. It felt good to be on the field! I didn't pass out, pull a muscle, nor wet my pants. Hooray!

And now, my public apology for being a flakey friend to her (and others who may have not yet received a thank-you note or text back or phone call return!). My brain and body are functioning on minimal sleep. I'll be new and improved (hopefully!) soon.

Surfer Dude

2010-05-03T20:32:00.000-07:00

Beckett at 3 weeks old. He sleeps pretty well. Cries quite a bit. Snuggles like a champ. Eats all the time (weighed 9 lbs. 5 oz at 2 weeks old). Looks like a blonde clone of his big brother. Loves when people sing to him. (If he fusses on the way to preschool, Boston and Cassidy lovingly hum the Star Wars theme song to him.)

*Boston is the picture on top!

Note: I cut out most of my dairy in an attempt to ease his fussiness. The highlight of my day today was watching Travis gag trying to drink a little of my new milk substitute--Almond Dream.

Snow in April

2010-04-25T15:55:00.000-07:00

Had to post a picture of the R2-D2 snowman. Boston is obsessed with Star Wars these days!

Hot Friday

2010-04-24T11:02:00.000-07:00

Last night at about 7 I went upstairs for a nice, relaxing bath. I had told Travis that I would be needing a few hours out on Saturday. He came up and told me that I should just get ready and go out because sometimes weekends get busy and the time slips away. I dug deep for some energy and decided to give it a go. What did I do with this fabulous free time, you ask?

I put on my favorite (maternity) jeans and escaped for a night on the town (shopping at Target). Okay, Friday nights aren't perfect these days, but even a few minutes away make me remember who I am when I'm not covered in baby barf and boogers!

Oh Baby

2010-04-13T15:15:00.000-07:00

I'm sure you've read in the past about my dear friend, Judy. She's fabulous; and fabulously talented. We go way back...to a time when we used to giggle during church (causing the bench to shake as we attempted silent laughter), pull out our hair (somehow we both shared this comforting, yet unattractive past-time), and play horses with a salty jump-rope; taking turns being horse and driver. She used to make my high school parties more popular (she lived in Pasadena, so the boys always wondered if my 'hot' friend would be making a cameo!).
Anyhoo, she happened to be in town the week after Beckett's arrival. These pictures are among her generous gift to our family. It was so fun to see her gorgeous kids and spend some much-needed time with her.

Thank you thank you, dear Judaluv! (and please check out her photo blog at judyphanphotography.com

Baby Beckett

2010-04-06T10:13:00.000-07:00

Easter morning before Boston, Cassidy and Trav headed up to his mom's for the annual egg hunt.

Brothers.

Our new little arrival is finally here after what seems to have been the longest pregnancy ever! It was a bummer that my mom was in town last week as the doctor had been telling me he hoped to induce at 39 weeks but changed his mind. At 40 weeks we opted to get the show on the road.

We checked in the hospital on March 31 at about 9 a.m. and I was hooked up on some pitocin (to augment labor) by about 10. The doctor came in and broke my water at noon (I know the men reading love details like this!). I got my epidural around 2 which took a while to take effect (panic!). The anesthesiologist came back in and redosed me (aka made my legs disappear!) so I tried to rest for a few minutes. I never did actually fall asleep but all of a sudden I didn't feel tired anymore. My hands started to shake a little and my body was telling me it was game time (which was pretty remarkable considering at this point I was not feeling even pressure from contractions).

Travis remembered my 'game face' from Cassidy's birth so he immediately called the nurse to come check me. Sure enough it was time to get the doctor there. After prepping for the delivery and getting the baby nurses in the room (and some extra NICU nurses just as a precaution because there appeared to be meconium in the fluid), they told me to start pushing. I attempted a push or two and little Beckett eagerly 'crawled out', popping a little arm out while they were still suctioning his mouth.

It was amazing, and I'm so grateful to have had Travis and Bridget there supporting me and giving me words of encouragement. (They say you shouldn't eat during labor, but Doula Bridget hooked me up with a protein bar and some candy...not to mention rubbed my feet!). Beckett is just gorgeous with his blonde hair and little button nose.

Overall we had a great experience at the hospital with fabulous nurses and so much help and support with Boston and Cass while we were away. Six fabulous neighborhood friends even came in and cleaned the whole house during my hospital stay!

Travis is off work all week, which has been such a blessing. He is the best! He's been getting up in the night to help out and has been building snowmen (yes, snowmen in April...argh!), toy shopping, and getting stuff done around the house with the two 'big kids'. He is a champion, so I'm sure the tears will be flowing when we have to get back to 'life'!

The kids so far are excited about the new bundle, though they've been full of extra energy and a little moody, which was to be expected.
More soon!

Tiny mobile upload.

Angels

2010-03-08T12:20:00.000-08:00

I took a few photos of the kids before Christmas thinking I'd get to sending a card or something out for Christmas. There was just too much going on and the idea of even tracking down addresses in the craziness that was our house became overwhelming.

I love these two kiddos. They are so different. I guess I never fully understood what my parents meant when would talk about their love for us...not only the depth of it but how they loved us the same, but also appreciated and treasured our individuality. I'm now beginning to understand!
Some words that describe Boston would include: sensitive, aware, persistant, tender, fast-learner, athletic, energetic, and good friend.
Boston loves the Wii and is obsessed with Legos these days (especially those of the Star Wars variety!).
Cassidy key-words would include: loving, affectionate, dramatic, expressive, grown-up, unafraid, determined, outgoing, outspoken, and so so precious. Cassidy loves animals, but that's where the maternal instincts end. She wants what Boston has and would usually pick a car or Lego over a doll.

In my mind I already foresee some of the challenges and triumphs each may have simply because I know them and watch them and see who they already are. I embrace their differences and love that I have the opportunity to learn different things from them.

Turkey Day

2010-03-08T11:58:00.000-08:00

I guess Thanksgiving needs to be mentioned at some point! We moved back into our house the week before turkey day, and though there were moments we wondered if we were crazy for hosting, the day was ultimately a success and the food divine. Trav's mom and stepdad came a couple days before and helped us re-situate boxes and dig out kitchen supplies from the garage that had been boxed for months since the flood. We couldn't have done it without them.

The best part of the day, for me, was when we went around the table and talked about what we were thankful for. I was surprised at some of what I heard, and grateful for the family in our lives. They are imperfect (like us!), quirky (like us), and all trying to make the most of what they've been given and the circumstances at hand.

This year was Trav's family's year, and his mom seemed mortified that we opted for plastic plates. It had to be done, and, truthfully, Travis and I want to make this OUR tradition. It was so fun to have easy cleanup!

The kids and Aunt Ellie.

The kids wanted us to play board games, but, at some point, Sarajane and I realized we were the only ones playing!

This is a famous "Alan Sandwich". Every year my dad would make the best turkey sandwiches. They are amazing. I made several over the course of the post-Thanksgiving week. I added a gravy layer to switch it up. So delish.

A Doorbell

2010-02-01T15:58:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I hear Cassidy describe little puppies or cute stuffed animals as 'a doorbell'. That's her term for adorable. She's pretty precious.

Diggin' this guy's voice. Somehow he is a cross between Travis and Charlotte's hubby, Brady. Both men I adore.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp2APWPJZz0
I may venture to say I have an internet crush on him.

Looong

2010-01-25T08:28:00.001-08:00

I hate that I haven't been able to post any holiday or kid birthday pictures yet, but alas, the house is coming along and (hopefully) soon we should have our built-ins done so that we can set up a mini office station.

Today we have double pink-eye at our house and it's another gloomy winter day, but luckily Trav built a ginormo fort downstairs and the kids are playing contently.

If I could complain for a minute it might be about not having a dishwasher yet, backed up gas bills (the most recent being $270), still not having all my kitchen in tact, a living room full of uninstalled cabinets, a mile-long list of stuff Trav and I have to do before I become larger (and thus birth another munchkin), and the majority of my job these days involving managing 'stuff'.
BUT...
I could also describe a million little things that make me so grateful lately...the opportunity to have another baby (not to mention friends of mine being blessed with new heavenly treasures soon as well), this new beautiful kitchen that makes it more fun for me to plan meals and entertain company, our health, the blessing of having Trav's sister and my brother live with us for a while (so much better than I anticipated...thus far, at least!), and a husband that, with a little help from Dr. Pepper, is an Energizer bunny. Even after a long day at the office, he swoops in to help with the kids, does after-hour projects, and is genuinely interested in fulfilling my needs. Of course two of my greatest blessings are my two kidlets who constantly amaze me with their giant personalities and beautiful potential. I smile at them everyday, and laugh at their uber-honest utterances!

If Cassidy is uninterested in a conversation or is busy, she may ask that you don't talk to her because she is 'nervous' or 'anxious'.

After teaching the kids a little about stranger danger and the sacredness of their own bodies, Cass asked me, "Mom, are you the only one who is allowed to touch your big tatas?" (she's learned this word from her brother who only heard it once when he was two...though I've tried to change the vocab, this is the one that won't quit!)

Boston asked the other day what 'exquisite' meant. A few days later I heard him from the other room telling Cassidy, "You are exquisite, Cass. That means you are beautiful." When he's not provoking her, he cares for her with a precious tenderness.

So while it seems life is a bit chaotic and a whole lotta work, I'm grateful to be where I'm at and also very thankful for the journey that has brought me here. I wouldn't trade my college experiences in good ol' Rexburg, my 2 years with Travis in our little 'shoebox' apartment, the starving student days, the moves, late-night therapy sessions with my family, and the highs and lows for anything.

Words

2009-12-26T18:28:00.000-08:00

Greetings from my laptop! Looking forward to posting some pictures from Christmas and the updates in the house since we've moved back. We still don't have a complete kitchen, but it's coming together, and everyone's been so much more at ease.

We're grateful (again) for the well-wishes, neighbor gifts, cards, and service everyone has offered. We love our neighborhood, our friends and family.

Is it bad that I'm sort of glad that Christmas is over? It was a fabulous one, but normalcy is high on my priority list right now. Ahhh.

Love to all of you!

Grand Dadda

2009-11-17T15:13:00.000-08:00

My dad has been so kind to come up once a week for the last month or so to spend time with the kids and give me a couple hours off. Though I've become quite efficient at tile shopping, carpet hunting, and meeting with sub-contractors with the kiddos in tow, it's aaahhhhmazing to be able to do some of these things in quiet solitude!

The kids love spending time with Grandpa reading books, playing games, and taking walks. It touches me because these are the things I adored growing up. My dad always had time for us, and there were so many Saturday mornings that he'd take us kidlets to Griffith Park to ride ponies and the merry-go-round, feed the ducks, or to play at the park. I know he genuinely loved doing these things with us, and it was evident in the chats we'd have with him, all his picture-taking, and his singing while playing the drums on the steering wheel of the car as we'd travel.

I realize these are some of the things I'll do with my kids, but it's a much better legacy that Grandpa gets the chance to make these memories with them.
Thanks, Dad.

Halloween Evening

2009-11-09T22:02:00.000-08:00

Dad with Darth and 'Gator

Though often unkind to her cousin, the holiday spirit brought out a Cass who wanted to hug and watch out for Jason.

The love those cousins. And how nice for photos when the majority of kids are in masks!

My kids are taking after their dad. They love holidays (I guess that's only noteworthy if you're an adult...all kids love holidays!). What they've been obsessed with most recently are the lawn decorations. Every day when we'd pass this one house with a graveyard, heads, and skeletons, they'd beg to drive by it (twice: once so the yard was on Cass' side, and once for Boston). We've been to the Halloween stores half a dozen times. Cassidy adores the spooky displays and creepy noises. I'm sure next year she'll lose some of this fearlessness, but it's hilarious to watch. There was a dummy in a body bag that basically shook on the floor and she'd just clap at it trying to set it off over and over. The disturbing baby statues with spinning heads and gorey faces were even more intriguing. At one store there was a holographic mirror with a mummy image inside that would shout, "Help! Let me out! Can anyone hear me?" She'd whine when we'd have to leave it. Is it weird that it would melt my heart when she'd wiggle her hands and reinact it for Dad? She is her own person.

Cassidy picked this out to try on. Boston and Boomer followed along.

We hit up Bridget's trunk-or-treat early Halloween evening, then checked out a few spooky houses we'd been admiring, and then hit our neighborhood (apparently there's a guy who rides on a real horse as the headless horseman--we missed him this year, but next year we'll see him!). We finished the night off with munchies at Bridget's house.

My friend, Kelly, let us sift through her overflowing costume supply. Cassidy went right to the alligator (dinosaur? you decide). Maybe next year she'll consider the cute butterfuly or fairy costume.

Halloween Morning and The Boston 5

2009-11-09T21:27:00.000-08:00

My blogging may be somewhat abridged. By the time the late hours of the night hit and I have a quiet house, I'm not necessarily motivated.

On Halloween morning we let Boston take his neighborhood buddies to Chuck E. Cheese for his 5th birthday. He loves this place and was thrilled that he and four friends would get to ride there together, play, eat pizza and cake, and of course share in some gift fun. I managed to squeeze 5 boosters in my van, and I was tickled to hear them interact with one another. They sang songs to me the whole way home (go sugar!). It made me think of my birthday gigs long ago: pool parties, ice-blocking, and slumber parties. I wonder if some of these little dudes will be soul mates.

Tanner, Tad, and Adam

Boston and the Boomer

Cassidy loves snuggling creatures. Watch for an upcoming 'raccoon' posting.

Woes: Me

2009-10-20T21:46:00.000-07:00

I haven't taken too many pictures of the progress on the house, but here's an idea of what's been going on: lighting is in, floors are laid on main level, paint is done on main level, tile almost complete, fireplaces up and rolling, carpet ordered (just bits and pieces to fix the stairs and hallway that got saturated). Still yet to be done is the installation and painting of the kids' bathroom, floor staining, basement prime and painting, all the finish-work, kitchen and other built-in installation, countertops, backsplash, and of course—duh duh duh—moving everything back into the house. Travis has promised me his spectacular Thanksgiving feast. The insurance company expressed their doubts about things being done before Christmas, but I'm thinking the hubby's determination and many (many!) late nights will pay off.

The recent frustrations have been in contracting labor. No one seems to look at the bigger picture. Each (this especially applies to you, Mr. Tile!) tries to do what they want without attention to the grand scope of the project. But we're working through the kinks and trying to keep things positive.

We feel so blessed with the help people have offered. I'm going to have to make a speech when this thing is over. We simply could not have done this without the many hours people have generously given. I will (I promise) repay the favors!

There's no place like home!

Superstar

2009-09-30T15:35:00.000-07:00

Of course I don't have access to some of my old pictures right now, so I can't show some old cheerleading pix of the fabulous Faarnaz, but I thought I MUST mention that Faarnaz, aka "Naz" has made it to Round 2 for the Models of the Runway casting for Lifetime. This tv show will focus on the models who strut the catwalk for Project Runway, and will also document the life and drama of models when they're not workin' it in the spotlight. Vote for her! She's still the bright, bubbly, fun and sweet girl you remember. Love her! Best of luck, beautiful girl!

http://castingchallenge.mylifetime.com/twiggie17

Floody Hell

2009-09-20T16:17:00.000-07:00

Most of you know the little 'situation' at the Green House. We went to a birthday party in Park City around 10 a.m. on Aug. 23rd and came home around 2 p.m. to a raining house. Something with the toilet in the kids' upstairs bathroom exploded and water basically was shooting out of the back of the toilet (I'm assuming the whole time we were gone).

Trav was the first to discover the mess when he ran in to change his clothes while I was waiting in the car with the kids. When he opened the front door, I could hear the smoke detectors beeping and Emma ran out soaking. I told the kids to stay put and basically followed Trav around aimlessly(he had a purpose...trying to figure out the origination of the flood and turning off the water and power) with my jaw hanging open (alternating with my hands on my head in disbelief) saying, "Oh my gosh, what are we going to do?! We can't live here! Did I do that?" I'm sure it was priceless. I surprisingly didn't cry but was quick to ask, "Do you think they'll have to replace the kitchen cabinets?" I know it'll be worth it in the end, but it has been quite the ordeal!

The water basically ran out of the bathroom, down the hall into each bedroom (luckily just a few feet into each room). It then poured through the floor and down both sets of stairs through the main level and into the basement. Gallons of water were dumping through the ceiling in the kitchen, and the walls downstairs were bulging and ready to pop.

Travis' 16-year-old sister, Sara, had moved in with us just a week prior, and her basement bedroom was basically demolished. Overall, with a week of hotels, a move to a rental house, lots of random takeout, and a messed up routine, we've all managed pretty well. Fortunately, most of our personal belongings were spared and we're excited about the unplanned remodel.

There really is no place like home. Many of my days with the kids at the rental house have been slow, and some days are so busy that I meet Travis at the church after work, and throw some dinner and the kids his way so that I can fulfill my scouting responsibilities. A short hour later we swap the kids back so that he can coach football or attend an activity with the young men. And it isn't uncommon for us to stop by the Home Depot where one of us will hop out and run in to check out a kitchen or accessory option while the other circles around hoping for the kids to get just one much-needed nap.

Travis handles a lot of stress with ease, and is a dynamo when it comes to managing the many tasks on his plate. I'm glad to be on his team during life's little speed bumps! It doesn't hurt, either, to have wonderful neighbors, family, and friends who have come for a late-night pantry and fireplace demo, help install recessed lighting, offered to help paint, and, most amazingly, serve us a meal or watch the kids.

We're hoping to be back home for Thanksgiving. We will definitely be throwing a party to celebrate!

These are shots of what we came home to. Thankfully, I had just thoroughly cleaned the previous day...which made meeting the insurance and clean-up crew much less embarrassing than it could have been!

There were many spots where the paint had stretched like fabric from the constant water flow.

Post demolition:

30-Licious

2009-09-13T21:41:00.000-07:00

Had a faaabulous weekend with some of my favorite girls. As a 30th birthday celebration, we met up at Charlotte's in San Diego. So fun. Could I like SD as much as OC? The company couldn't be beat. I have beautiful, talented, amazing friends.
Charlotte is this fashionista, soul-mate girl with this unquenchable entrepreneurial spirit, patience and positivity. She has walls up to those she may not trust, but there's an endearing vulnerability about her. When you’re in with her, it’s for life. It has been a blessing to grow with her by my side.
Maren is unjaded, unaffected, and focused. She has a strength and power she may not always wear on her sleeve, but she knows it because she uses it when push comes to shove. Her family is so lucky to know her passion for them. Her determination is unyielding!
Julyssa is driven. She's competitive, loyal, and determined. I love me an athletic girl, and that's Julyss. She's a mom I could see every day, and she saves me with her listening ear on the phone. One day when I first had Boston I called her crying because I felt I didn't even have a moment to eat. She immediately asked if I needed her to come down from AZ, and I knew she would.
Nikki. My Nikki. Besides being practically my sister, we have this understanding. She is smart, assured, teachable, and quietly persistent. She doesn’t go on and on about what she’s going to do, she just gets to it. She is so smart and hardworking. While we are different in many ways, I know that she appreciates me for who I am. Did I say humble? She can’t be more embarrassed that I point out to everyone that she’s my favorite doctor!
Judy is true and honest. She doesn’t know how smart she really is. She’s well-read, informed, and has always been spiritual. She is the real deal, and if you ask her about her challenges and triumphs, there will be no ego overshadowing her response. She puts it all out on the table, which is refreshing, because I have grown from her candor and intellect. She makes no apologies for who she is, and is incredibly tender and willing.

Some of the things we ate (because really, it always comes back to food, right?):
Phil's BBQ
Brady's BBQ
Char's famous sticky buns
Extraordinary Desserts
Richard Walker's Pancake House (notice the picture with Mr. Richard Walker himself!)
Delightful pasta in Little Italy

We also enjoyed kayaking, a hike with an ocean view, shopping, singing karaoke, playing games, and, of course, chatting 'til the wee hours of the night (which some nights meant 10, and others, 2:15! Judy: "Come on, Chels, you promised you'd play Scattergories with me!"

Can't wait for the big 3-1 celebration!

Nu-Developments

2009-08-17T21:25:00.000-07:00

I took the kids to the duck pond the other day and there was a marathon going on. Cass saw a shirtless guy stretching and pointed, saying, "Naked!" But she didn't think that was enough. She walked right up to and said, "You're naked." He smiled and took out his ipod headphone. I apologized, but he said he was more concerned with how this little girl knew his name. Apparently his name is Nathan and he thought she was just identifying him. I told him his new name could be Naked Nathan.

I love this girl. I'm starting to write my personal history (Memoirs of a Chelsea, as Trav has entitled it), so I haven't written a ton on these kidlets, but I'll catch up...someday!.

GRADius

2009-07-28T14:06:00.000-07:00

Been excited to post a few pictures from my amazing mother's graduation in May. She is a tremendous example to me. I know, you've heard it all before.

In typical 'mom' fashion, she made the decision to go back to school and within a week was enrolled. She has worked full-time while earning her master's degree. It was so much fun to celebrate this milestone with her, and I know she will help so many as a therapist. Although she's a mover and a powerhouse, she has a gentle, beautiful way of communicating. There's no other way to put it than that she just gets it.

It was such a privilege to travel with my siblings. We really are great friends.

My mom had a number of friends come to the graduation ceremony. Pictured are Eleanor, Bettywoman, and Bev!

My other sisters, Nikki and Jen Cu Cu.

The best part of her graduation weekend that started in Pasadena and ended in Carpinteria was the fun family time we got to spend with my uncles, grandma, and siblings. This was the first time I had been able to really get to know my uncles and have quality time with them. It was non-stop laughing, banter, food, and beach. Pretty perfect.

Christy's too-cute daughter Olivia. She came to meet us at the beach and I was immediately in love with this sweet angel.

She even cuddled up for some food and snuggles with my uncle.

Busy Bee: MIA

2009-07-28T12:00:00.000-07:00

I have tried to post, but this new internet (I'm not thrilled with it), has kicked me off in the photo downloading step of posting. It has been a fun and busy July, but yes, I'm still here. Just behind!

July in a nutshell:
4th of July festivities, including the annual 3-day softball tournament in Perry and family bbq (loved having Auntie El in from CA!)
Bridget has surgery (doing fabulous and feeling grateful for modern meds!)
Mom comes to town
Jenny comes to town (What a friend! She helped Bridge with kids and did what she does best...cook/bake!)
Travis goes to scout camp for 4 days
Camping in the Uintahs
Busily cleaned and repaired our little SL rental to get it ready for new tenants
Julyssa comes to town (5 days of fun late nights, partyin' with the kids, and a little girl time)
Trav's grandpa dies, so he heads to Malad, ID for funeral and family time while I'm in CA for girls' 30th birthday celebration at Char's in SD
Trav also started a new job (same overall employer, different entity/position)

Phew! It's been crazy fun.

Just Shoot Me: Julyssa

2009-06-20T22:27:00.001-07:00

Had to send a shout out and ginormous thank you to Julyssa for lending her magical talents at our photo shoot. She has a gift of making things beautiful. In fact, all of my friends have a special way of making life beautiful for me. Thanks a million, you. All of you.

2009-06-14T19:13:00.001-07:00

Thanks, Eastah Bunny, Bok Bok!

2009-05-27T14:50:00.000-07:00

Only some of you will get the Cadbury reference of the title. We had a fun Easter. It's always a time of reflection and new beginnings, and we enjoy all the festivities that accompany it.

Of course Travis planned the egg decorating, complete with multiple shades of blues, greens, and golds. He was also very intent on making some colorful masterpieces. This one didn't turn out quite as he planned...apparently the "C" faded away...

We always do a big Easter egg hunt with Trav's family. I think this year there were over 100 eggs.

Gramps of Joy

2009-05-27T14:44:00.001-07:00

Silly Grandpa stopped in for a visit. I think Cassidy and Grandpa bonded. How could she resist his unfailing efforts to make her smile.

She's as loving as she is feisty.

Justin Face

2009-05-11T23:01:00.001-07:00

Although I need to post about Mother's Day, fabulous Julyssa and her visit, and a couple other random nuggets, all I'm going to say at this lovely midnight hour is that Justin Timberlake is my new favorite person in Hollywood. Sure, he's easy on the eyes, but he is so funny. We'd be good friends, I'm sure of it. Call me, Justin. I'll be in your 'hood this weekend for my mom's graduation. We could meet up at Cheesecake Factory. Or In-N-Out (I'll be there a few times over my visit). Or we could keep it casual and meet over delightful imports at Trader Joe's.

Sprayin' Alive

2009-04-25T15:20:00.000-07:00

I'm going for my first spray tan tonight. My friend owns a tanning salon, and since artificial toasting may not be the safest for this pastey princess, I figure I'll give it a go! I've always found oompa loompas somewhat intriguing. . .

And since swimsuits are a part of the inevitable future, here's another old pic.

You know how when you're a teenager the older ladies say things like, "Enjoy your figure because even though you may not love every part of it now, it only goes downhill!" or "Something happens to your metabolism once you hit 30."?

Those ladies may have been right. . .

I tried this swimsuit on the other day and I'll be honest, my thighs/love handles almost swallowed the sides of the bikini bottoms. Anyone interested in one of those pix?!

I love my friends. And these were some of the best days of my life!

I Am Soccer. I Am Mom.

2009-04-15T15:56:00.001-07:00

Who knew getting a minivan would be as controversial as government bailouts? Many seem to have opinions, so I tried to investigate this 'van stigma'.

What People Are Saying:
Ugly
Not hip
Made for people overly-anxious to reproduce (fill all those seats!)
Soccer moms
Everyone's got 'em

Well, I soon realized. . .
It's the prettiest car I've owned (which I suppose doesn't say much!)
I'm not so hip myself
I'm not eager for more kids, but I practice (is that distasteful?!)
I play soccer and hope my kids will.
There must be a reason?

Anyhoo, I can't stop smiling as I open those automatic doors and change the radio with the touch of a button on my steering wheel. Ahhhh.

Dirt-ay

2009-03-28T15:17:00.001-07:00

Remember how I had previously mentioned that I like getting dirty?

Came across these baby gems and realized that I have passed that morsel of goodness on to my kidlets. (you really need to click on the photo to enlarge it for maximum food particle exposure.)

I think it really was more about buying myself a few extra minutes sans-kidlet. There were moments when I had this little lady that I was wondering why women weren't born with kangaroo pouches. It'd save you the 80 bucks spent on a Baby Bjorn and allow for more hands-free mobility. Instead, I have a pouch that's useless, and as Judy says, doesn't even hold up your pants. My how evolved we've become.

On a separate note, Boston last night said, "What the freak?" I told him a big no on that expression. Then he said, "What about 'what the heck'?". Go Utah. And thanks, buddy Aidan.

Cassidy's recent vocab updates include: footsteps, shadow, crumbs, snagglenail (this is what I call hang nails), some random Spanish words, and . . .surprise surprise, "What the heck!"

Growing Like Weeds

2009-03-23T22:29:00.000-07:00

Haven't seen some of these kids in a while. Consider yourselves invited.

*Note to my kids: these are just some of the friends I have preselected for your enjoyment.

Some are not posted, and some have yet to make their debut!

20 Random Things About Me

2009-03-16T14:13:00.000-07:00

1. I love the beach. Love it.
2. I don’t really like Saturdays.
3. I’d live in the middle of nowhere to have this job of stay-at-home motherhood.
4. Soccer is exhilaration.
5. Inconsiderate people make me crazy.
6. Though abrasive, I think Dr. Laura knows her stuff.
7. I rarely nap.
8. I avoid artificial syrup and fake butter, but I find Spam and Mac and Cheese to be glorious inventions.
9. I’m not a terrific student; I have mastered the unfortunate skill of listening with no retention
10. I love the smell of fresh clothes or sheets cleaned with bleach
11. I’d choose the house in the movie Father of the Bride before I’d live in a mansion.
12. I fear my children growing up provincial.
13. (Almost) nothing grosses me out.
14. I have a crazy good memory about a lot of things (and as previously stated, not the stuff I learned in school!)
15. I like getting dirty.
16. I say, “Goo” or other random sound effect when I stub my toe, burn my finger, or otherwise hurt myself (and sometimes when I suck a coin up with the vacuum cleaner as well!)
17. Paper clutter: my nemesis
18. I adore men’s raspy, hoarse, or smoky voices
19. Trashy reality television is a vice I’m trying to overcome.
20. I wish I was more savvy with technology.

So You Think You Can Dance? Hmmm.

2009-03-13T14:46:00.000-07:00

We've had a couple of great weekends. We even ventured to the zoo on a seemingly warm (high 50's)Saturday. The kids appreciated it so much since it had been a while. I do love the seasons, and though it is challenging, we keep our routines varied and have learned to get creative.We've been taking a ballroom dance class with some other couples. The experience has far surpassed my expectations, and I'm grateful that Trav jumped on the opportunity after being recruited by Graham. Graham is the metro-fabulous, cruise director of social affairs. Did I mention he has an oh-so-lovely British accent?Anyway, Trav and I had a blast out there (I guess being uninhibited can really be an asset!). We've now learned (slowly!) the foxtrot, cha cha, and waltz. What fun! I must say part of the enjoyment is watching how other couples learn together. It was quite a delight.

Here's Graham. I had a hard time learning the twinkle, so when he and I danced together, I must say, his Prada shoes had me highly distracted. Wooow! He and Sarah give it their all at practice...and I guess it shows. But seriously, Graham was in a boy band, or a former go-go dancer. A cabaret? What I'm saying is he's got natural skillz.

Ben mainly just didn't want people dancing into him. Personal bubble, people, hello!

Harmony brings out the dancin' man in her shy guy.

"1-2-CHA CHA CHA, Jason! Come on!"

Moment

2009-02-24T13:43:00.000-08:00

I love music by Kenneth Cope. He's one of my favorite artists, and not just because he's from my ol' Glendale ward and one of my recently added facebook friends!

Take a quiet moment and watch this. (Sorry, you'll have to paste into your browser; I'm having technical difficulties!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAjkRkF2yEs

I found it a while back and was pretty touched. Sunday night I told Trav to come watch it and Boston wandered in. He sat on my lap so still, his eyes glued to the computer. Toward the last 20 seconds or so, I looked at him and his eyes were full of tears. Now I wish I could say I've done more to teach him about the Savior, but I do fall short.

Do you remember that movie in that movie Hook with Robin Williams? There was a scene where the lost boys put their hands on the grown-up Peter's face and, in recognition, say, "There you are, Peter!"

That's what this tender moment with Boston meant to me. He knows, without being told, about Jesus, and almost seems to remember. Boston then asked how we get to Jesus. Thank goodness for little ones, whether our own or not, to help us ponder the bigger picture. . .

All I Need Now Is Trader Joe's. . .

2009-02-12T22:00:00.000-08:00

Utah is looking more and more attractive these days. Sure many of you heard that IN N OUT is making it's long-awaited debut here come summer time.

I love that Travis sent me the article in the SL Tribune including his own message, and I quote, "O YES, give me some well fries with that shake shake booty." You may have to be a fan of the ol' Shoop ditty to get that one, but I gotta love that guy. We are so on the same page...especially when it comes to cheeseburgers. However, I'll take my fries semi-soggy and my burger a pickle-less double double. Ahhh.

Snow, Chunks

2009-02-10T14:27:00.000-08:00

There are some differences I see between the mom I am now vs. when I was a 'new' mom. . .

I used to say that'd I never let my kids wear shirts with cartoon characters on them. Now I find joy in a random Spiderman find and revel in Dad's $5 fleece hoodie purchases (as pictured!).

I once looked down on people who forcefully strapped their kids in their car seats. Now I'm one of those moms who knows just the right angle of restraint to harness a flailing child in 5 seconds flat (I often don't even care who sees me).

I used to sweat it pretty bad and feel all sorry for Boston if he got upset in the back seat on a drive. Now I just wish I had ear plugs or sub-woofers to drone it all out.

I'm definitely still learning that balance between pure joy and insanity, but I'm grateful that I'm not there anymore, or this situation could have really upset me:

Boston seemed to be getting sick. He had a bit of a temperature and was less energetic than usual. With crazy winter upon us, I needed a diversion from the house so I took them on a quick run to Target. I picked up some Bakugan toys (their cousin, Alex, has these so obviously my kids became obsessed) and random goodies. As I was leisurely making my way to the front of the story, Boston said calmly, "Mom" and then proceeded to vomit into my diaper bag, all over the contents in the cart, and my cupped hand (why do we instinctively try to catch it? what did I think I was going to do with it?). I did a quick look around to assess the damage, apologized to the ladies behind me who had already started to step through it, and bee-lined for the register. The sweet cashier started frantically unrolling the most ginormous roll of paper towels I've ever seen and was calling for backup. My items were all non-porous, so I instructed her to pick up her scanner and aim while I held up each dripping item over my already-violated cart. Here's where I was glad to be "now" mom. I didn't even want to cry or hide! I almost wish Trav were there to experience such a priceless moment of motherhood. All in all, besides the poor mopper at Target, we survived fine and Boston wasn't even embarrassed. Hooray. And hooray for antibiotics that cleared him up. Now if this dang snow and the inevitable winter sniffles and coughs could just disappear that'd be marvelous.

Kung Hei Fat Choi

2009-02-06T13:42:00.001-08:00

I can't believe Chinese New Year started January 26 and I'm barely posting pix of my kids in their purchased-in-Beijing pjs. I didn't even have kids when I bought these, but I must have known!

I so wish I could've gone to downtown LA to see the parade, and seriously, where are my red envelopes filled with money?! Maybe next year.

Have I already mentioned that my kids need more Asian friends? You may laugh, but it does pain me at times. I've had to resort to picking up on people at Ross and other random retail hubs to plug myself into the Asian pipeline.

Happy Birthday, Bear

2009-02-02T16:34:00.000-08:00

Happy happy birthday, Maren Dear! You have truly enriched my life and brought me so much joy. Thank you for being such an example, and for being so much fun. I am so honored to have had you in my life since our wee years.

Stubby

2009-02-01T14:18:00.001-08:00

Cassidy would really like to wear Dad's boots out in the snow.

New Year's Delight

2009-02-01T13:55:00.000-08:00

We had a great New Year's Eve...yes, I know it's February. Trav's fab mom had an overnighter at her house with the kidlets. We went to a yummy Japanese restaurant with friends and then to a comedy club. We used to frequent the comedy club when we were newlyweds, but hadn't been for a while. It was so much fun, and the comedians were hilarious. One downfall of this place is that you have to order something to eat/drink...they call it a 'comedy/cafe' aka more money, please. After a five-course dinner I still managed to pound some super high-quality Costco mozzarella sticks.

The older couple in front of us was on a date (see, you're never to old for another chance at love!). One comedian interacted with them a lot (teasing the woman for her East Coast accent and for not being nice about taking returns at her job working at Target), and another woman in the audience announced to the whole room that the reason she was wearing a coat was because she had low estrogen levels. You had to be there, but I could not stop laughing!

What struck me the most about one of the comedians is that he looked like a perfect cross between our friend Bryce and Kevin Bacon. That alone made my night!

Back in the Day

2009-01-26T13:20:00.000-08:00

Per Judy's request, I'm going to provide a sampling of my old diary. I believe I'm about 16 at the time of this entry.
Here's a pic of it, but I'll transcribe as it's not so legible!

"I went to Newport also with my family over Memorial Day weekend. Last night, I went out with Nikki and Maren. We were in the parking lot when these two guys put there car in reverse and came to talk to us. Carston and Robert; anyway, they were in college and we told them we were seniors. They knew my friends Alex and Marian. Turns out they also knew my MOM! Surprise huh? They had a communication class together [at GCC]. Then we met two strange guys in a racecar. We thought they acted like rapists. Then there were these smokers who wanted to know what herbs we liked and if they could have a ride. NO THANX. BYE!"

Seriously, I know these toddler years are trying, but I don't think I'm ready for teenagers. Yikes. It really all was very innocent. We loved going to Burbank on 2 dollars and some change...cruising or walking from the mall movie theater to Penny Lane, and the other music store with the headphones to sample music. ("Gee, I hope they don't find out we've NEVER been paying customers here!")

And I'm not sure if it's a gift or a curse, but I do find that once someone has made a mark on this heart, they're never forgotten. All these funny stories in my journal are endearing because the people in them have shaped who I am today. I know it's cliche, but I'm grateful for everyone who has crossed my path over the years.

Beautiful

2009-01-10T21:46:00.000-08:00

This has been one of the saddest days I've had in a really long time. My dear friend and neighbor, Pam, passed away this morning after a long and difficult battle with cancer. I've been so grateful to be a part of her life. It's amazing how much love you develop for those you serve. Going through chemo with Patrick gave me a much deeper understanding of her challenges, and seeing her strength and positive attitude as a mother has taught me to parent with purpose.

I love her children. It brings me so much joy to see them outside building sledding ramps, snow forts, bike jumps, and playing with the dogs. They have all been such wondeful neighbors to our family.

So with puffy eyes and a heavy heart, I'll call it a night. I don't know how it must be for those who believe that this life is it. My testimony that life does go on after this is by far one of my most precious blessings, and a reason that there will again be smiles and joy beyond these earthly challenges.

Twoo Love

2009-01-07T17:05:00.000-08:00

So the little lady of the household turned 2 at the end of December. Man does it stink to have a birthday between Christmas and New Year's. I keep saying that when she's older, it'll all be made up by the fabulous New Year's parties I'll let her throw. We must do a party. Something. We did enjoy the glory of IHOP (one of her fave places, not because of the pancakes, but rather the fatty breakfast meats! She'd live on protein and candy if she could.).

Cass is this power-packed, feisty, snuggly, determined, beasty ball of joy. I love every ounce of her, and I'm so amazed at how grown-up she already is.

A few funny things she's recently said include:
Press start. (expressing her impatience with dvd previews)
Hello Luna! (looking out the car window driving at night)
I'll be Batman (pretending to play Wii)
I'm doing something. (how she explained locking dad out of her room using a stool and a bunch of toys to baracade her door)
Crackers. In a bowl. On your bed. Watching Spongebob. (a very typical, yet endearing, example of her daily demands. She's always very specific!)
Mom. Hold my booger. (how thoughtful)

xoxo

Yo' Momma

2008-12-31T13:43:00.000-08:00

Had a blast with Mom this week. We partied like rock stars: which means, in essence, we went to movies, visited Kohl's more times than I'd like to admit, talked 'til the wee mornin' hours, ate out, ate in, and played games.

Gotta say, I'm not sure if it was luck, but my hubby has been amazing. He'd urge me to go out for hours at a time and never made one little complaint about spending so much time with his Ma-in-law. In fact, I'm pretty sure I can say they have a great relationship. Trav has let her into his 'circle of trust'! He's not an untrusting fellow, but it's more than I could ask for!

Thanks for all the good times, sweater dresses, and endless generosity. Love you, Moodums!

Hope Yule Like It

2008-12-26T14:42:00.000-08:00

We had such a great Christmas. During the week we went to Temple Square to see the lights, which was so fun. We listened to the story of Jesus while admiring the nativity. Boston is very inquisitive, and it's a great opportunity to share my feelings about my Savior. I'm surprised at how much he knows (though after a primary lesson, he brought home a picture of Jesus and told me it was Santa. Beards can be confusing for li'l tykes!).

Trav waaay overdid the gifts. It was pretty fun to watch him the first night pulling out presents from his little hiding spot, but by late night wrapping party #3, I was starting to feel guilty. I know there are many kids who probably didn't have a Christmas. We are so fortunate.

We always have a sort of revolving door around the holidays. We cooked (by we I mean mainly Trav) 3 delicious meals for Christmas.
Christmas Eve: tri-tip steak on the grill, fresh grilled green beans, sweet potato casserole, cheesy potatoes (also known as 'funeral' potatoes)
Christmas morn: sausage and egg breakfast casserole, blueberry muffins, fruit
Christmas dinner: soup buffet- loaded baked potato and creamy Italian sausage delight, rolls and an amazing salad with cashews, pears, and a yummy lemon poppyseed dressing (thanks Dad and Renita)
Oh, and there were some yummy desserts. Am I always talking about food? Hello!

One thing I absolutely love about my family is that we rarely talk about the weather. I always learn so much from my parents and enjoy thought-provoking conversation. Sometimes we're serious and sometimes we're silly, but it's never boring.

Here are a few quotes overheard during the various festivities:

1. "I'm not judging! I got major freakin' problems!"
2. "How many ppppeople did I kiss?"
3. "Tell Baby Jason to watch out for the dog's naughty bits."
4. "One movie I'm not going to see is that one with Emma Thomson and Dustin Hoffman! Why do they keep giving that guy movies? He's disgusting."
5. "Sara, why don't you try on your new slippers?"
"She's afraid everyone will see her knobby toes."

Hey, I didn't say our conversation was always high class!

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One of our family traditions: new Christmas pjs.

Sarajane's new pjs are a delight: footed!

My Aspen: Good!

2008-12-20T16:46:00.000-08:00

Ahhh, Aspen. Just want to go back! I've always pictured a true 'me' vacation being somewhere warm, but I may have changed my mind! I absolutely loved sitting by the fire with some of my favorite people in this world drinking hot cocoa, loungin' in the hot tub, skiing, shopping, snowshoeing, snacking, and playing games.

Snowshoeing was more fun than I thought.

Snowshoe rental, $13, Jacket: $200 (in the year 1998!), a dog humping your friend on the hill: priceless.

Seriously, when a random puppy comes running up the hill and your friends get all nervous, the right thing to do is to bend down, make a snowball, and throw it to distract the dog. Well, the dog apparently thought that was invitation to jump aboard. Aaron was the only one to attempt to save me amidst the roaring laughter. My dear husband just kept on shootin' pix. It was hilarious!

Great men apparently think alike. . .they simultaneously debuted brown sweaters our first night on the town.

If you've never been to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. . .mmmm. Two words: yummy filet.

Her cuteness!

Super Girl

2008-12-12T08:35:00.000-08:00

I knew I'd find this somewhere. Sarajane, you are such a superhero!

Global Warming? Big Fan.

2008-12-01T14:25:00.000-08:00

December 1st and I'm excited to announce that we spent over 2 hours at the park. December 1st!!! I arrived equipped with 3 children (we often borrow our carpool buddy from preschool) and a pile of chicken mcnuggets. Glorious.

I Heart California

2008-11-28T21:49:00.000-08:00

I never reported on our fabulous vacation to California in October. I took about 700 pictures (yikes!). What a joy it was to go with Ben and Shannon and their li'l ones. While more children may cause more frequent travel stops, it is so fun to share great times with friends (and also laugh together—or cry—at the kids' scattered meltdowns!). We spent some time in Newport Beach and a couple days in San Diego. So much I could say, but let's let a few of the many photos do the talking.

Thanksgiving

2008-11-28T21:27:00.000-08:00

We had an amazing Thanksgiving meal and a great day with friends and family. We had 10 guests, including my sibs, Trav's dad, Sarajane, and Eleanor. We've been keeping some old traditions and adding in a few of our own. Chef Trav did some fun new things, including homemade cranberry sauce and potatoes that had simmered for hours in cream and other deliciousness before later getting mashed to perfection. Bridget provided 6 fabuolous desserts. After dinner, the 4 a.m. Black Friday planning was underway. (Needless to say, this morning's shopping excursions were lengthy and exciting. T loves the thrill of the hunt.)

It really wasn't until the quiet of the evening today that I got to thinking about everything I have to be thankful for. I feel pretty undeserving sometimes of all that I've been given. . .

Granny Annie: Grillz Just Wanna Have Fun

2008-11-21T19:59:00.000-08:00

When we were in Cali, "Grandma From the Beach" (as they call my mom) gave each kid a dynamo pack of goodies: Halloween straws, their Halloween light-up shirts, insanely messy sparkle play-dough, books, and candy bracelets. The favorite items, however, were the sweet, jacked-up grill teeth. Upon returning home, my dad came for a visit and announced that he'd always wanted some of these faux fangs. Boston had fun modeling them with Grandpa.

At one point on the drive home, I turned around to find that the kids had put their teeth on. Bad pic, but this adequately captures the snot and drool. Love her!

Random Thoughts on a Tuesday

2008-11-11T13:41:00.000-08:00

I have a few random thoughts for now.

#1 Happy Veterans Day. Seriously, I love this country and I so appreciate those who are serving and have served our country. All you army wives, bless you.

#2 Think I'm bitter at my doctor for talking me into the flu-mist for Boston. I was in the doc's office last Friday because he's been sick with a myriad of little bugs, but I'm feeling the sting of not trusting my motherly instincts on the mist because now he has a new set of lovely symptoms. We've all been on and off sick since our return from the Sunshine State. Yuck.

#3 I'm hungry...again.

#4 Last night we ran into lots of friends at Target. Am I lame for having so much fun there?

#5 I think Travis needs more hats. This is only part of his ample supply.

We Won!

2008-11-09T15:04:00.000-08:00

Can't believe we actually won our soccer game this week! Love playing with all the great guys and the pro girls, Stacie and Harmony.

There are always interesting characters on each team...some hard core, some super slow, some prone to falling. For example, look at this chick. She's definitely sending out the vibe Don't mess with me! Interesting scare tactics, eh?!

Boston's Art

2008-11-09T14:49:00.000-08:00

My son gets some of his artistic abilities from his dad. You never know what treasures you'd find on any given day on Trav's side of the bed. I once likened these 'findings' to a snake's skin. As the snake no longer requires the skin, he sheds it and leaves it behind.

Tacky Prom

2008-11-06T09:58:00.000-08:00

Our friends, Ginny and Wally, throw a Halloween party every year. This year's theme was 'Tacky Prom'. After much deliberation, I thought going as a pregnant teen really was the only way to go. I didn't get photos of everyone, but here are a few.

Ginny and Wally in their gothic glory:

Western duo, Melanie and Dave

Biker hotties, Kelly and Jason

Ximena and "urban businessman" Craig

JoAnn and Todd in their duct tape creations. . .so crafty!

Something tells me Michelle and Derek may have worn similar getups in their dating days!

What I love so much lately about my neighborhood is that I can be my crazy self, and, in fact, am often outdone in the crazy department! Yessss!

Hilarious London native, Graham, whose wife dressed as his mom. Sweet.

What's in Your Fridge?

2008-11-06T09:48:00.000-08:00

My cute hubby is the main grocery shopper in our family. He searches the ads and shamelessly barters with the Wal-Mart cashiers to match prices so that he gets good deals. It has become a weekly ritual to go out with Ben in the late evenin' hours to get every last item on my random list.

I'm grateful that he's found joy in this mundane task, and I'm sure fortunate that he works so hard to put food in our fridge!

Merry CassMouse and a BosMan New Year

2008-11-04T21:20:00.000-08:00

This has been my favorite Halloween since my childhood! The weather the week of Halloween was so gorgeous. We spent hours at the park each day. When Halloween finally arrived, I figured we'd get the season's first snowfall. Instead we got warm temps and a light drizzle. It really felt like Halloween and I reflected fondly on my many years of trick-or-treatin' in good ol' Glendale.

We of course hit Bridget's church trunk-or-treat (now a family tradition!). We then walked the neighborhood collecting mad stashes of loot and even enjoyed hot dogs and chili at a neighbor's driveway party.

Cassidy picked up quickly on the whole concept of trick-or-treating. She politely told neighbors "Gracias!" and hoarded her favorite candies in her li'l mousey paws. I loved that her costume was round and tumbly, like the Cinderella mouse, Gus. Beyond precious.

Boston has energy that won't quit. He's such a big boy now and could have gone until midnight. He's very sneaky when trying to get his hands on more candy. My little Batman will not soon be retiring this cape!

14 and Counting

2008-11-04T20:57:00.001-08:00

We had a playdate at the park a couple weeks ago. Can't believe that about 8 years ago, 4 of Trav's childhood buddies all got hitched within approximately a year. Things sure have changed! I feel blessed. . .

Just the girls, minus the new arrival, Tessa, who must have been snoozing.

Take a Good Book at Your Marriage

2008-10-15T15:12:00.000-07:00

My dad and his adorable wife recently got their book published. I am sooo proud!

The book is available at Deseret Book and other independent LDS bookstores, and on-line through deseretbook.com. Buy many and buy often...Christmas is just around the corner, friends! I can pick up some copies to bring on my upcoming trip to Cali if you're interested, so let me know!

A brief synopsis:
Behind the Smiling Faces is an honest, realistic view of marriage and divorce from different perspectives: successfully married couples, divorced spouses, and leading LDS marriage experts. The book is a cautionary tale for those considering marriage, struggling with their marriages, or contemplating divorce. Ultimately, readers may find that they are the people behind the smiling faces.

Red Food Dye Overload, 80 Lbs. of Pumpkins & Gifts of Guns Galore

2008-10-12T16:54:00.000-07:00

We had fun celebrating Boston's birthday! While waiting for our buddies to arrive, Travis took Boston, Cass, Alex and Gabriel on the little farm train, the hay slides, and mini corn maze.

A horrible pic, but what a fitting example of our brave daredevil, Cass!

Aaron, Brandi, Ben and Shannon and their munchkins.

Friday morning Trav got it in his head that he needed to buy Boston a bike. Travis absolutely LOVES giving presents, especially to the kids. Bridget and I were laughing at how excited he was wheeling it out to surprise Boston.

My response to Boston's request for both a Spiderman and Batman cake.

Grandma and Grandpa Thomson gave him the voice changing storm trooper mask he wanted. Now I have a (cute) bobblehead for a son.