Playtime

The other day, in an attempt to give Tesla more structured play, I brought out some beans.

"This activity is great for tactile and kinesthetic learning!  Your child will love to scoop and pour the beans!"

Well, my child loves to fling them all over the room (do you know how hard it is to find stray pinto beans on berber carpet?) and eat them.  After about eleven repetitions of "No, Tesla, do not eat the beans!" and the thrill of extracting multiple slimy beans from the jaws of a determined one year old, I gave up.

Not wanting my son to miss out on the valuable sensory experience, I substituted cheerios.

He did enjoy scooping them.

But he mostly enjoyed eating them.

And crushing cheerios in his fist like the Incredible Hulk.  There was cereal dust everywhere.



All in the name of learning.

A Curious Phenomenon

A mother can sleep through anything....except babies.

Sometimes....

Sometimes your fifteen month old greets you cheerfully when you go in to get him for breakfast, and you think, "Hey, it might just be a great day!"

And then you sit him in his high chair and he immediately lets out a banshee cry and launches into a massive tantrum.  You try a few times to offer him food but your olive branch is thrust aside and met with the screams of the wounded (ever increasing in pitch, of course).

So you wish for a set of earplugs and pretend to ignore the assault on your eardrums.

It's going to be one of those days.   :)

(After about fifteen minutes he forgave his eggs for whatever crime they had committed and decided to eat them.  Mmm.  Cold, slimy eggs.)

Back by popular demand!

(and by "popular demand", i mean that three people mentioned that i should try to post more than once every few months.)


Hello, friends and lovers!

What's new?  Well, first of all, this.

Which now looks like this.

His name is Desmond Aesop, and he is beloved by all.  Especially this one.

In other news:

Silas has very long hair and a very long mustache.  Pictures to follow if I can convince him.

We are moving to Glendale, Arizona in Julyish, where Silas will be studying Podiatry at Midwestern University.  I have gotten over the fact that our yard will probably consist of cactuses, dirt, and rocks, and am getting really excited.

(p.s.  "Cactuses" is an acceptable plural form of cactus.  I checked.)

My brother Andrew is living in American Fork and we get to see him sometimes and it's awesome.  Plus Tesla adores him.

I am continuing to bake treats at an alarming rate.  I need another outlet.  Badly.  Ideas welcome.

(Crafting is out.  Aside from the fact that I'm not good at it and don't enjoy keeping bits and pieces of supplies around, I break things.  Even really simple things.

Take, for example, the time that Abby generously offered me the use of her sewing machine so that I could hem some cloth diaper inserts that we had cut.  The concept was simple: SEW STRAIGHT LINES.  WITH A MACHINE.  A monkey could do it.  An untrained one, at that.

However,  in the space of about half an hour, I managed to break the needle and jam her machine no less than 6 times.  Abby finally took over and finished the diapers in about 5 minutes.

I do not do crafty things.)


Anyway.

Tonight is pizza night.  I never get tired of pizza.  Ever.  We're making our new favorite, the Mediterranean/Greek pizza which has yet to be christened with a catchy name.  But picture this: the crust is stuffed with feta cheese and sundried tomato pesto, and the middle is brushed with olive oil (and by brushed I mean I smear it on with my fingers), sprinkled with garlic powder, and topped with kalamata olives, artichoke hearts, spinach, and a little mozzarella.

You know that's right.  (Does anyone else watch Psych?  I think Gus is one of my favorite people in the world.)

Lazy Post

I'm too tired to think of anything to say right now.  But here are some pictures.  (all of lovely phone-quality, of course)   :)

Collection

I picked a really really good bag of Marshmallow Mateys this time.  The marshmallow-to-matey ratio is perfect.  I don't want it to end.


Tesla has a doctor's appointment today, and I have one tomorrow.  I'll update you if anything interesting happens.  Like if either of us pees on one of the nurses.


Still haven't gotten my first trimester bloodwork done.  Maybe they'll never notice.


For some reason, our electricity bill is SIXTY DOLLARS higher than what it should be this month.  Last month it was $20 above what we expected.  I was suspicious, but I paid it and let it slide.  I used the air conditioner less the next month and was extra careful to keep the lights off unless necessary.


So this month it's up another $40???  Impossible.  Where the heck is it going?  We don't have a tv, and we don't even use our dishwasher.  I am more than a little ticked off at the Provo City Power Company.


Silas is out of town on a camping trip.  I always think that when he's gone I'll pamper myself and watch all these girly chick-flicks that he would hate....but the truth is, I'm not really that into movies.  I get bored 15-20 minutes in. So I''m reading a lot and trying not to go the grocery store every few hours.


I do my makeup every day.  Even if I'm not going into public and won't be seeing Silas.  (Although he would actually prefer it if I didn't wear makeup.  Too bad.)  Not that I think I'm desperately ugly without it. I just like it.


Ironically though, I have no qualms about going to the store in my sweats or wearing the same clothes 4 or 5 days in a row.  Especially if I'm pregnant.  Heck, you should be eternally grateful that I'm even wearing clothes.  Your mind isn't equipped to deal with that kind of trauma.


My camera has been taking really crappy pictures lately.  It is about 6 years old....perhaps it is dying of camera cancer.  I used to be able to get sharp(ish) pictures as long as the light was okay.  Now they're all grainy and dull.


But look how cute.

23 Weeks

I know, I know...my fashion sense is unparalleled. 

Let me introduce you to the pink sweats that I wear almost every day!  (I wear my grey sweats when they are in the wash.  Because I'm clean like that.)

Today at church I was in line for the bathroom talking to a girl (Jenny) that's due in September, and this lady looked at us and said, "Wow, you both look pretty far along!  How much do you have left?"

Jenny replied, "Six weeks!"  The woman smiled and nodded, then looked at me.

"Four months," I admitted.  And then she almost had a heart attack.  I escaped into an empty stall before she could ask if I was having twins.

Seriously, you should have seen her face.  It was priceless.  

Ah, well.  I have a doctor's appointment week after next, and I'm sure he or she will confirm once again that I am not having twins, and then lecture me about reining myself in because I'm gaining weight too quickly.  

I'm so excited!!!!

;)