by Steven on April 30, 2008
… much less how they got in here!
So I had been holding Felicity for 10 or 15 minutes to keep her happy and I realized I hadn’t heard Seporah at all. This is never a good sign. So I went to the bathroom to see if she had locked herself in there, and nope, not in there. I peaked my head in her room and there she was on the bed, playing with Mom’s craft scissors. You know, the ones that make designs like VVVVVVV and so forth. Anyways, she was being quiet and happy so I snuck back out and went to tell Märia just to make sure she was ok with it. I told her she was playing with her safety scissors (I didn’t know what they were called) but she seemed happy and I didn’t think she would hurt herself or anything. So she just walks right into Seporah’s room, and as soon as Seporah sees her she throws the scissors and the container that held them off the bed and looked up at us with her hands up, as if to say “I don’t know how those got in here, I sure wasn’t playing with them!”. Maybe you had to be there, but it was really hilarious. =)
She promptly helped us clean up the scissors that she had no idea how they got there, and everyone laughed and was happy.
by Märia on April 30, 2008
by Märia on April 30, 2008
by Märia on April 29, 2008
What happens when you leave a hungry baby with a hungry toddler for 3.2 seconds?
by Steven on April 29, 2008
In theatres now. I saw probably the first hour or so before Seporah pulled me out of the theatre. It is getting horrible horrible reviews but ignore them. Just the every day media attacks on God and anything God-like or God-sent. =)
What I saw I enjoyed, but wish I could have finished it.
Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed
by Märia on April 28, 2008
So last week Seporah learned how to climb in and out of not only her crib, but also Felicity’s. We switched Seporah’s crib to a toddler bed because I didn’t want her falling and breaking a limb. We couldn’t replace Felicity crib with a toddler bed so we’ve currently been trying to teach that Felicity’s crib is not a place to climb and she gets in trouble for doing it, I’m more than little worried about her climbing in and suffocating Felicity on accident. Yeah, I know I’m kind of a worry wort, you would be too, if you worked in a pediatric ward. The way children learn to hurt themselves and their siblings is amazing. I laugh sometimes (remember easier to laugh than to cry), but if it were my own I would seriously cry.
Great right, except for now I can no longer contain my wild child for bedtime, I could just shut the door except for 2 problems. One, Seporah has locked herself inside of her bedroom twice, so I just took off her doorknob so that wouldn’t happen. It doesn’t now, but it also means I can’t contain her just by closing the door. Two, if I did put the doorknob back on and shut the door, I wouldn’t be able to hear Felicity, which actually does sound nice in a way, but I know when I’ve shut the door on accident, I’ve woken up to a starving baby who’s obviously been screaming for a very long time. My solution, place a gate in the doorway so Seporah can get up from her toddler bed and play in her room if she so desires.
Last night, we put the girls to bed and went to bed about 30 seconds after that (we have yet to really get over complete exhaustion, you’d think by this point we’d at least be used to it, but whatever). Apparently Seporah didn’t fall right to sleep. My guess of what happened was she knocked down the gate, played all over the house, went into the bathroom, tore it to pieces, tried to get out, but had shut the door, banged on the door for someone to get her out, realized no one was coming (because mommy and daddy were VERY fast asleep), tore up the bathroom some more, found a towel to use as a blanket and went to sleep. I figured this out a couple of hours later when Felicity woke me up to feed her.
by Märia on April 27, 2008
So church didn’t go so hot today, it hasn’t lately. As I was walking Seporah down the halls (and she could tell I was angry), she said “Mommy! Mommy!” In my head I was thinking “No, Mommy is not going to save you or me, she lives too far away in Washington right now.” And then I stopped and realized “oh yeah I AM the Mommy.” Even though I’ve had this job for over 2 years, I sometimes forget that I’m someone’s Mother.
by Märia on April 27, 2008
Does any man know the frustration of going swimsuit shopping? No, the hardest decision they make is do I want blue stripes or green stripes. And in reality, they probably don’t even make that decision, they just look at the size, “yeah, I think 36 fits me.” They don’t even have to try it on.
Women on the other hand, it’s a whole other ballpark. And if you want a one-piece that doesn’t look like a grandma suit, that’s even tougher. So any opinions on suits (or if you’ve got a better one, for me that is). Since last year’s swimsuit is maternity and on use for Heather’s expanding tummy. And the year before (which I’ve been wearing), doesn’t really fit the way it’s suppose to. If you can’t tell I like halter style neck lines.
(this one, I like it in turquoise and brown, but I couldn’t get the picture)
(In case anyone is wondering where they’re from, modbe.com, urbanoutfitters.com, jcpenney.com, pinupgirlclothing.com)
by Steven on April 24, 2008
by Märia on April 22, 2008
Holy Cow, Felicity was kinda crawling, but now she really is, she just crawled like 4 feet. Save me. There’s a little 13 month girl in our ward who’s not even crawling, why didn’t I get that kinda luck. In 8 more months I will have 2 toddlers to chase after, maybe I’ll get lucky and Felicity’ll have Stranger or Separation Anxiety, cuz Seporah sure never had either.
