I think my dad has just a few blond granddaughters.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
iPad
My favorite Part
I just thought everyone should know my favorite part of Christmas, since I boycotted blogging about it. A decision that still makes me feel really good. My favorite part was when Grant decided he wanted to be Baby Jesus during our dramatization of the Nativity. My daughter chose Mary, and my son agreed to be Joseph since none of the other boys wanted the part.
Blonde
Over Christmas I mentioned to Teresa that all the ABC comedies make me think about going blond. (Modern Family, Man Up) The husbands have almost black hair, like my husband, and the wives are blond, which made me wonder if I was missing something. When Teresa heard this, she jumped for joy as she said lets do it! I said ok... and next thing we knew I was blond. I was expecting a few highlights, Teresa had other ideas.
My husband didn't care one way or another what color my hair was, but he did tell me he liked when Teresa curled my hair. Nan loved when Teresa curled her hair. I guess I should invest my $20 in the curling iron Teresa told me to get, so I can practice so one day Nan and I can have curly hair. I need a lot of practice!
When I linked up the shows, I realized my husband doesn't identify in the slightest with the doffus husband's in these comedies. (Although he does think they are funny shows.) So why would he have cared all those months I asked him if I should go blonde.
I do realize that photo is out of focus, to name just one of its problems, but it is my only close up.
A few weeks before we bleached my hair my daughter hugged me when I had wet hair. I asked her if my hair was yucky, referring to the cold sliminess, she said yes, I only like yellow hair like mine, and then ditched me to admire her beauty in the mirror. I thought well ok! So once my hair was finished I thought my daughter would love it. At first she was mad she wasn't the only blond in the family, but a few days later she let me in.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Blunt
I was talking to a friend today, and I said, I don't know I'm such a realist I felt like I knew exactly what I was doing when I got married.
I said I remember thinking, get married 5 years too early to the person I want to talk to everyday for the rest of my life, or lose contact within a year with my best friend?
That probably does not sound romantic at all, but I knew Brent and I were on the verge of getting engaged we talked about marriage all the time and really that is what it came down to for me. I knew Brent and I wouldn't be able to stay as close as we were if we didn't get married, at the same time I really didn't want to get married. But I also didn't want to lose my friendship. Actually that was my thought process when he started asking me out on dates. I knew if we started dating we would get married, he knew it too. I knew we couldn't keep being friends if one of started a serious relationship with someone else. Before he started asking me out I remember hoping in my heart that I would get married before him because I didn't think I could handle losing him as my best friend. I guess maybe that is mushy and romantic. It just seems weird that falling in love and getting married wasn't a life long dream, it was just better than losing my friendship with him. I really did weigh the pro cons of dating/marrying him. I obviously decided I could handle getting married at least 5 years too early, but what I couldn't handle was losing my best friend, so I decided to go on that second date with or was it the third.
I think sometimes my husband wishes I didn't put it think so bluntly. He gives me a hard time for it in my different conversations, he is the type of friend/boyfriend/husband that honestly seems to think, "nothing is wrong with her she is absolutely perfect". While I am a little too much of a realist for that, I like to add, yes but you get very disappointed when I do such and such. Also what I find is bizarre is he is the dreamer, I'm the realist. Who would have thought?
I said I remember thinking, get married 5 years too early to the person I want to talk to everyday for the rest of my life, or lose contact within a year with my best friend?
That probably does not sound romantic at all, but I knew Brent and I were on the verge of getting engaged we talked about marriage all the time and really that is what it came down to for me. I knew Brent and I wouldn't be able to stay as close as we were if we didn't get married, at the same time I really didn't want to get married. But I also didn't want to lose my friendship. Actually that was my thought process when he started asking me out on dates. I knew if we started dating we would get married, he knew it too. I knew we couldn't keep being friends if one of started a serious relationship with someone else. Before he started asking me out I remember hoping in my heart that I would get married before him because I didn't think I could handle losing him as my best friend. I guess maybe that is mushy and romantic. It just seems weird that falling in love and getting married wasn't a life long dream, it was just better than losing my friendship with him. I really did weigh the pro cons of dating/marrying him. I obviously decided I could handle getting married at least 5 years too early, but what I couldn't handle was losing my best friend, so I decided to go on that second date with or was it the third.
I think sometimes my husband wishes I didn't put it think so bluntly. He gives me a hard time for it in my different conversations, he is the type of friend/boyfriend/husband that honestly seems to think, "nothing is wrong with her she is absolutely perfect". While I am a little too much of a realist for that, I like to add, yes but you get very disappointed when I do such and such. Also what I find is bizarre is he is the dreamer, I'm the realist. Who would have thought?
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Husband
I just thinking one of the great things about my husband is he wants wheat things to taste yummy. Some people make wheat bread, wheat waffles, wheat anything, and tastes like a old dirt, that is made into a bar of soap. Not my husband, he keeps look for recipes until they are super yummy.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
A (Long) Thought
We have two birthdays coming up, in an effort to be a fun mom we went to sam's for lunch, then drove the half a mile across the parking lot to the party store.
Let me tell you how the party store worked.
Me pushing a cart, we had lots of supplies to get, two birthdays remember. So me pushing the cart as slow as I possibility could, pausing every section to be as slow as possible, and yet me still saying, J, N I'm leaving good bye, please hurry.
Or please put that down, we are not buying that.
Or I don't know what its for because we are not buying it.
Don't do that, it will break, we are not buying that.
My children seem to have an easier time if they are constantly reminded we are not buying that, if I don't say it, then they will ask and get their hopes crushed and be on the verge of tears. If I constantly dash their hopes before they can grow, they can take it "like a real man".
As my children slowly followed behind me, but as fast as their little brains could possibly move them through THE PARTY STORE-- all that fun cheap crap waiting to be broken, all that brightly colored possibilities-- oh how could they possibly move fast. That being said, I hate my party store, it is half the size of my old party stores in Salt Lake, and only has 2/3rds the stuff instead of half. I hate it based on size, and the fact it doesn't have everything I'm use to finding in a party store. Turns out I have a lot more in common with Utah's purchasing power, then I do here. Who would have thought?! (Actually I knew I would miss my stores when I moved.)
My children were the only children in the party store, but it had quite a few adults for being 1:30 in the afternoon.
The adults had two responses ones of either pure disgust or completely ignorance that my children even existed. I understand the last, and honestly I understand the first. If I didn't have large small children (as in not babies, but still young) I would wonder what in the heck was wrong with me? I never sounded pleased with them, and I seemly ignored what they did, asking them to hurry up every second. But honestly what else is a mother in my situation suppose to do?
I couldn't hold them in the cart, first off they would have killed themselves trying to get out, second they would have gotten to see nothing, thus been very frustrated. As it was they had a joyous time, I'm sure waiting in anticipation for December, for when I forget the horrors of the party store and return for the next birthday. I couldn't lovely and pleasurably asked them to quickly hurry in a lovely Snow White voice, they would have never listen. No, I'm sure I acted in the best possible way for the situation, and for my children know how to response. How else do I keep them from walking into people, without saying, if you get in someone's way you can't have a (15 cent) treat.
Yes, without the fear of wrath in their hearts they would have gotten in every adults way, and wouldn't have even noticed, then the other adults really would have been annoyed at me.
Actually there was one adult, who looked nicer. He worked there, and obviously loved a good party with riotous joy, which is why he worked there, not for his small paycheck. One of my children did actually get in his way, at the joy of a huge candy aisle, I apologized. He smiled at my oblivious child and said, no worries.
Actually I just realized the sad thing about this post. If it wasn't for the completely annoyance of the other patrons and the completely ignorance of the other employees, I probably would have never noticed his kind gesture. Shame on me.....
P.S. After spending $13 on gluten free, tree nut free candy, I told J he could only have a $10 pinata, party city actually had lame pinatas, even for $15. We could get a bigger albeit more generic pinata at walmart for $9.99. I told J we would get there. He is having a wall-e party and there is nothing wall-e themed, for anything less than $25+ online. Then I decided to listen to my husband, we are going to make a pinata that actually might go with the wall-e theme. Really anything could work, since wall-e collects garbage, but yet, toy story, cowboys, and super man, didn't quite seem to fit with wall-e. My son wants to make an old 50s fridge where the plant is originally found, while I think wall-e's cooler would be fairly easy.
Let me tell you how the party store worked.
Me pushing a cart, we had lots of supplies to get, two birthdays remember. So me pushing the cart as slow as I possibility could, pausing every section to be as slow as possible, and yet me still saying, J, N I'm leaving good bye, please hurry.
Or please put that down, we are not buying that.
Or I don't know what its for because we are not buying it.
Don't do that, it will break, we are not buying that.
My children seem to have an easier time if they are constantly reminded we are not buying that, if I don't say it, then they will ask and get their hopes crushed and be on the verge of tears. If I constantly dash their hopes before they can grow, they can take it "like a real man".
As my children slowly followed behind me, but as fast as their little brains could possibly move them through THE PARTY STORE-- all that fun cheap crap waiting to be broken, all that brightly colored possibilities-- oh how could they possibly move fast. That being said, I hate my party store, it is half the size of my old party stores in Salt Lake, and only has 2/3rds the stuff instead of half. I hate it based on size, and the fact it doesn't have everything I'm use to finding in a party store. Turns out I have a lot more in common with Utah's purchasing power, then I do here. Who would have thought?! (Actually I knew I would miss my stores when I moved.)
My children were the only children in the party store, but it had quite a few adults for being 1:30 in the afternoon.
The adults had two responses ones of either pure disgust or completely ignorance that my children even existed. I understand the last, and honestly I understand the first. If I didn't have large small children (as in not babies, but still young) I would wonder what in the heck was wrong with me? I never sounded pleased with them, and I seemly ignored what they did, asking them to hurry up every second. But honestly what else is a mother in my situation suppose to do?
I couldn't hold them in the cart, first off they would have killed themselves trying to get out, second they would have gotten to see nothing, thus been very frustrated. As it was they had a joyous time, I'm sure waiting in anticipation for December, for when I forget the horrors of the party store and return for the next birthday. I couldn't lovely and pleasurably asked them to quickly hurry in a lovely Snow White voice, they would have never listen. No, I'm sure I acted in the best possible way for the situation, and for my children know how to response. How else do I keep them from walking into people, without saying, if you get in someone's way you can't have a (15 cent) treat.
Yes, without the fear of wrath in their hearts they would have gotten in every adults way, and wouldn't have even noticed, then the other adults really would have been annoyed at me.
Actually there was one adult, who looked nicer. He worked there, and obviously loved a good party with riotous joy, which is why he worked there, not for his small paycheck. One of my children did actually get in his way, at the joy of a huge candy aisle, I apologized. He smiled at my oblivious child and said, no worries.
Actually I just realized the sad thing about this post. If it wasn't for the completely annoyance of the other patrons and the completely ignorance of the other employees, I probably would have never noticed his kind gesture. Shame on me.....
P.S. After spending $13 on gluten free, tree nut free candy, I told J he could only have a $10 pinata, party city actually had lame pinatas, even for $15. We could get a bigger albeit more generic pinata at walmart for $9.99. I told J we would get there. He is having a wall-e party and there is nothing wall-e themed, for anything less than $25+ online. Then I decided to listen to my husband, we are going to make a pinata that actually might go with the wall-e theme. Really anything could work, since wall-e collects garbage, but yet, toy story, cowboys, and super man, didn't quite seem to fit with wall-e. My son wants to make an old 50s fridge where the plant is originally found, while I think wall-e's cooler would be fairly easy.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Leggings
Let me tell you about my daughter. She is about as girly as all get out, she cares for baby dolls and stuff animals all day long. She loves to put on high heels and carry around a purse. Either a big purse or a sparkly one, it doesn't need to be both, but she prefers at least one. She loves all things pink, she loves to dance. She loves to love people, she loves to love dolls, she has lots of love to give, through hugs and kisses. But she banned skirts from her life a few weeks ago, pretty much since we got home from christmas.
She will wear jeans, but prefers leggings, or stretch yoga like pants, only pulling out the jeans when there are no other options. Since she ban skirts from her life, getting dressed for church has not really been pleasant, and since we have to leave at 8:30, I want it be as pleasant as possible. Not to mention she gets up around 7:45-8. Bizarrely enough she wears princess dresses and tutus just not skirts.
Last week she threw a fit when she couldn't wear black leggings and t-shirt to church, we compromised with her Christmas outfit, which was a skirt and leggings.
Saturday night as I was falling asleep, I remember thinking, who cares if my daughter wears leggings to church, if it means no massive fits are thrown before church. I think it might have been inspiration. Sunday morning she woke up, got naked and walked in with a t-shirt and leggings. I said we have to wear a dress its sunday we are going to church. She cried no. Calmly I helped her find a dress and matching leggings, instead of forcing her into a dress and tights while she kicked, screamed and yelled. We closed the outfit up with frilly church socks and sparkly mary janes. (I meant to take a picture but forgot)
Leggings are slightly controversial for church. As I told my husband all of this, he said why? I said, because some people view them as pants. Namely one would be my daughter. But here is what I figure, if they are nice, no crazy patterns, no holes, straight leg, not flared, not sweat pants, no fleece pants, I'm ok with it. I think leggings at church are a totally a compromise I'm willing to make if it means there is no 20 minute screaming fit in the morning. I like to believe it is easier to have the spirit in our home and the spirit with us on the way to church without a screaming fit. I'm totally willing to let her wear leggings for that, leggings do not distract from the spirit all to me, but screaming always does. Lets be honestly they are not leggings they are stretch pants.
As a.... something... I don't know the word. A little 6 year old in my primary class told me, at the last minute she had to change her outfit because she wasn't suppose to wear legging to church. Ahh, to each their own, it did not sway my opinion in the slightest.
Oh I should mention my daughter often picks out a sundresses/play dresses with legging. I don't think she sees play dresses as dresses or skirts, I think she sees them as tunic length shirts. That is the only think I can figure out. That and Nan has some seriously sensory issues, or at least has in the past.
Also beyond Nan's temperamental attitude. I'm sure my daughter who only wants to wear stretch pants and tshirts, never dresses, and play with baby dolls all day doesn't sound familiar at all to my mom.
She will wear jeans, but prefers leggings, or stretch yoga like pants, only pulling out the jeans when there are no other options. Since she ban skirts from her life, getting dressed for church has not really been pleasant, and since we have to leave at 8:30, I want it be as pleasant as possible. Not to mention she gets up around 7:45-8. Bizarrely enough she wears princess dresses and tutus just not skirts.
Last week she threw a fit when she couldn't wear black leggings and t-shirt to church, we compromised with her Christmas outfit, which was a skirt and leggings.
Saturday night as I was falling asleep, I remember thinking, who cares if my daughter wears leggings to church, if it means no massive fits are thrown before church. I think it might have been inspiration. Sunday morning she woke up, got naked and walked in with a t-shirt and leggings. I said we have to wear a dress its sunday we are going to church. She cried no. Calmly I helped her find a dress and matching leggings, instead of forcing her into a dress and tights while she kicked, screamed and yelled. We closed the outfit up with frilly church socks and sparkly mary janes. (I meant to take a picture but forgot)
Leggings are slightly controversial for church. As I told my husband all of this, he said why? I said, because some people view them as pants. Namely one would be my daughter. But here is what I figure, if they are nice, no crazy patterns, no holes, straight leg, not flared, not sweat pants, no fleece pants, I'm ok with it. I think leggings at church are a totally a compromise I'm willing to make if it means there is no 20 minute screaming fit in the morning. I like to believe it is easier to have the spirit in our home and the spirit with us on the way to church without a screaming fit. I'm totally willing to let her wear leggings for that, leggings do not distract from the spirit all to me, but screaming always does. Lets be honestly they are not leggings they are stretch pants.
As a.... something... I don't know the word. A little 6 year old in my primary class told me, at the last minute she had to change her outfit because she wasn't suppose to wear legging to church. Ahh, to each their own, it did not sway my opinion in the slightest.
Oh I should mention my daughter often picks out a sundresses/play dresses with legging. I don't think she sees play dresses as dresses or skirts, I think she sees them as tunic length shirts. That is the only think I can figure out. That and Nan has some seriously sensory issues, or at least has in the past.
Also beyond Nan's temperamental attitude. I'm sure my daughter who only wants to wear stretch pants and tshirts, never dresses, and play with baby dolls all day doesn't sound familiar at all to my mom.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)