September 28, 2007

Last night was a rough night--Carter came in bed with us at about 1:00. Then we heard Anderson crying at about 1:30 off and on. We usually let him comfort himself and go back to sleep but if he doesn't go back to sleep right away, we check on him. Or should I say I make Marc check on him? That's our deal--I get days, very long days, and he gets the occasional night waking. So I heard him call me when he went to check and I jumped up and ran to the boys room where there was this awful stench but before that registered Marc said one word--diarrhea. We assume the smell woke Carter up and sent him to our room. I changed the sheets, Marc got Anderson all changed with a sippy and put him back to bed. He then cried off and on for another hour to which I finally woke up to get him again and got a little upset with Marc because I had to remind him of our deal. Apparently he had remembered, he was just letting him cry because he didn't know what else to do. Then, because Marc was sleeping on the couch (he ate left over cheap Chinese that his boss sent home with him and he was stinking up the bed with garlic smell so right around the time Carter came in I told him I couldn't smell him anymore) I had to wake him up to the alarm twice this morning, I was a little more annoyed. The boys are still sleeping (it's 8:00 and that's rare!) and I've woken up still slightly annoyed. But, I found this on a blog and things like this always remind me why I love my hubby so much so I'm doing it!

My husband...

What is his name? Marc David Phillips

How long have you been together? August 2001 officially, unofficially April 1999--two year break for an LDS mission to Brazil but we wrote frequently and though I didn't wait, he was better than anyone else I thought I liked during that time.

How old is he? 27 1/2

Who eats more? Hmmm. I think he does but we rarely eat together anymore so I'm not sure.

Who said I love you first? He did. I wasn't brave enough--I didn't want to be crushed. We've compared, though. I felt it first.

Who is taller? Marc, he's the perfect height because my head fits right under his chin

Who sings better? My sweetie is tone deaf so I do, but I'm not great by any means.

Who is smarter? Definitely him. He's a genius in my mind.

Whose temper is worse? Definitely mine. But I do like to think I've mellowed out a bit and like Dr. Phil might say I've learned how to fight fair.

Who does the laundry? I do.

Who does the dishes? I do. Honey, I'm just being honest, you do forget to start the dishes at night and unload in the morning.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do.

Who pays the bills? We share, last night I wrote the checks for utilities and rent (ugg, I hate that word!) Most bills get withdrawn automatically.

Who mows the lawn? We still have no lawn to own.

Who cooks dinner? I do.

Who drives when you are together? He does, though sometimes we argue because I don't think he's careful enough all the time. Then he tells me I should drive, then I say no and we drop it.

Who is more stubborn? We both are very stubborn.

Who is the first to admit when they're wrong? Don't husbands know wives are never wrong? It depends on our moods but we both have been known to admit it.

Whose parents do you see the most? Mine now, we live 15 minutes away from them.

Who kissed who first? He kissed me first, again I didn't want to be crushed by denial. He claims the first time we kissed I missed all of his hints. I don't remember any hints!

Who asked who out? We are of the growing generation of "hanging out." But come to think of it, I believe our first hang out was me tagging along with his roommate and friends because I had a crush. I asked him on our first official date to a dorm dance but by the time the dance rolled around--like a week and a half later he was already acting weird because he thought I wanted a more serious relationship than I did. Boys are so weird! It was a night of mixed signals for sure.

Who proposed? Marc

Who is more sensitive? Me, of course

Who has more friends? Does he have time for friends? Definitely me. I'll bet men get so lonely!

Who has more siblings? We both have 4 siblings.

Who wears the pants in the family? Since Marc always wears shorts, I have to wear the pants-HA HA HA (Marc thought it would be funny if I changed my answer)
I chose the "daddy picture" because I couldn't ask for a better dad for our children. He is the best.

September 24, 2007

Disappointment

I clearly remember the day I went with my sister to pick out a crib when she was pregnant with her first, Evan. We went to this cute boutique in north Orem that was closing down and she picked this beautiful cherry wood crib. I remember looking at the price thinking, I will never be able to afford something this nice when I have a baby. I drove around in a stupor for the rest of the day thinking those thoughts. Fast forward one year, I'm pregnant with Carter and Marc and I were on the crib hunt. I wanted to find the perfect crib, and at that point I was teaching and we had a budget of about $250-$300. I loved Evan's crib, which then had become actually affordable in my mind, but I knew that even though I love cherry wood it just wasn't the color of the perfect crib. On one trip to Baby Depot in Orem we were wandering the crib section and wow, this crib popped out at me. It was plain as far as cribs go but the color--a golden, honey or pecan color--was fantastic and I was sold on the spot. This crib has survived 2 moves with barely a scratch which I am grateful for. So here's my question. How do you deal with the disappointment when something you love as much as I love this crib gets marred?

This morning I woke up and HAD to clean. Do you ever have those days? Well today was that day, and even though I have two young boys I thought it was completely manageable and it was minus this episode: Usually I just do a quick vacuum job, but today I wanted to make sure I did a good job so I told Carter that I was putting Anderson in his crib and wanted him be the entertainer while I vacuumed. My place isn't huge, a good vacuum job doesn't take too long--10 to 15 minutes tops. So I was vacuuming and vacuuming and I heard lots of crazy fun noises coming from the boys room. And then in the back of my mind I heard someone tell me to go check on them so I did. And lo and behold, Carter had decided to dump all of his cars on the floor and one by one throw them at the crib or hold them in his hand and bang them against the crib. This of course was making Anderson very happy, but what about Mom? No, I wasn't happy at all to see the crib that I love so much scratched up and down in a mere matter of minutes. So, I ask again, how do you deal with this disappointment because I'm still simmering and it's been four hours since the damage was done.

September 20, 2007

Baby Hungry

Anderson just turned a year old and man am I baby hungry! My old roommate just had twin boys, (on Anderson's birthday even) one of my old crushes from BYU just added a baby boy to his family the other day, and I just found out one of my best friends is expecting another baby (she will remain anonymous for her sake, I'm one of the first to know!) I get teary eyed just looking at these babies and old pictures of my own. Having a new born is so special. The only problem is that Anderson's birth was so traumatic for me that I actually get nauseous when it comes to the whole idea of giving birth. I know I have tons of time to figure all this out, but I just can't decide needle or natural??? I've done it once, I can do it again, right? While flipping channels the other day I caught the ending of A Baby Story. The woman was doing some sort of water birth so I couldn't see anything--the water made it quite fuzzy to even make out the form of the baby being pushed out. The only thing I actually saw was them pulling the baby out of the water to rest on his mommy. And I literally almost threw right up. They say you forget the pain, but I haven't! Clearly I am not ready to have another one. Birth actually terrifies me now and sends me straight to panic mode, not to mention I have my hands full already with potty training and chasing around my crazy busy crawler. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm baby hungry, very baby hungry!

PS--this is not an announcement at all!!

September 17, 2007

Tagged

5 things I was doing 10 years ago (Sept 1997):
1. Waking up at 5:00 am for early morning seminary
2. Playing powder puff football
3. Dreading going to homecoming with a junior who I was afraid might just wear that red chili pepper tie he thought was so cool and it wasn't.
4. Taking what became my last math class ever- Pre Calc
5. Coming down with the regular case of senioritis

5 things on my to do list today:
1. Go grocery shopping at Walmart and Safeway
2. Do my Pilates video
3. Take Carter to his Kids Movement class at the YMCA (he wasn't interested today and we left early_
4. Buy a new hair dryer at ULTA--mine conveniently died yesterday when I was getting ready for church!
5. Mop my kitchen floor--a chocolate cupcake got dumped on it frosting side down during Anderson's birthday celebration.

5 snacks I enjoy:
1. Apples with caramel dip
2. pumpkin chocolate chip bread, muffins, cookies
3. Apple cider
4. Peanut Butter M&Ms
5. Toast with cinnamon and sugar

5 songs I know the lyrics to:
1. Everywhere (Tim McGraw)
2. The Old Apartment (BNL)
3. Sk8er Boi (Avril Lavigne)
4. Ex-Girlfriend (No Doubt)
5. Speed (Montgomery Gentry)

5 things I would do if I were a millionaire:
1. Invest, invest, invest for retirement
2. Buy a house!
3. Buy a black Escalade
4. Go on a major shopping spree--upgrade wardrobes for all of us plus buy all the stuff I want for the boys bathroom and mine, too and all the kitchen tools I want and all the organizational helpers I want to get my life in order plus anything else I can think of.
5. Buy Marc a few extras that I know would make him smile like a new plasma and a Wii.

5 bad habits
1. Biting my fingernails--haven't been able to kick this one since oh the 1st grade
2. Talk too much
3. Lots of negative self talk
4. Some serious buyers remorse which would probably do a number on my #4 above.
5. Spend too much time during nap time on this machine!

5 things I would never wear again:
1. double scrunch socks
2. Leggings with a baggy shirt over top
3. pegged pants
4. socks with Birkenstock type sandals (Marc's going to kill me when he reads this--he can't stand seeing people do this!)
5. anything that is too many sizes too big for me. What was I thinking in high school?

5 things I enjoy doing:
1. spinning or running, basically feeling strong
2. shopping without a budget--this actually has never happened but I keep dreaming about it!
3. snuggling and kissing my baby
4. partying with friends
5. blogging (obviously)

5 favorite toys:
1. MP3 player--makes running so much more enjoyable
2. portable DVD--we can survive road trips
3. a good book--this keeps me occupied indefinitely
4. hmm I'm running out of ideas

September 13, 2007

"525, 600 Minutes. . .


525, 000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes. How do you measure, measure a year?" In snuggles, in kisses, in feedings, in sleepless nights, in bathtimes, in crawling, in new teeth, in smiles. "In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love."

We made it Anderson! We made it and we love you! XOXO



September 06, 2007

Busy Bees

It has been a hectic two weeks since my last post. I get a little stressed when I get behind in my blog posts because I usually only have a short amount of time to get them up and when I get behind it takes me a few hours to decide on and crop the pics, write them up and post so while the boys are napping right now I'll try to get a little bit caught up. The alternative is cleaning my bathtub. Yah, I think I'll relax in front of the computer! Here goes:
Guests
We've been super lucky to have been able to host some family in the last few weeks. My sister, Danette, and her hubby and two boys visited for an extended weekend in August. When our boys were babies Danette and I used to imagine when the boys would become partners in crime at family gatherings. Well, our days of imagining are officially over! Evan is 4, Carter 3, Colin 2, Anderson almost 1. (By the way, she's also having another boy in October and we couldn't be more excited to have another stair step added!) We mostly just visited and let the boys play. Carter's big highlight was riding in Evan and Colin's other grandpa's big white diesel truck. Yippee! I bet Ryan had a great drive with the three boys. We also hit up Chic Fil A for lunch one day and let the boys play around in the play yard there. Carter adores his cousins as you can tell by the look he's giving Colin in this picture. I love it and I love Evan's smile in both of these pictures. Sending kisses to my nephews that I miss so much. And if you click on Danette's blog link you can read about the mischief Colin got into the other day. You have to love two year old boys!! Just this last weekend we also enjoyed a visit from Tracy, my sis-in-law (Marc's brother Matt's wife) and her two kiddos. (Matt is deployed right now so Tracy spent the summer with family instead of alone in Germany where they are stationed) Delia is a few months older than Carter and Bennie is just a month younger than Anderson. Now Tracy and I are the ones with images of partners in crime in our heads--Anderson and Bennie already get along so well and they look very much like cousins, too. There is just something about them that looks so similar. I think it's their big blue eyes that they got from Grandpa! When they got here, Marc was nice enough to take the three year olds to the fountains in front of the movie theater just a few blocks away. They had so so so much fun as you can tell by the looks on their faces in these pictures. It took Carter all summer long to warm up to the idea of spash parks but now that summer is just about over he love love loves them, especially when he has a friend to go with. We had only a short visit with Tracy and the kids but we miss them already and wish them a quick two months in passing before their husband and daddy get home to them.
Back To School
This of course sounds like a strange sub title, right? It is the first year in ummm-too many to count--that I haven't been involved in back to school either for myself or for Marc. But just because no one in the family is actually attending school doesn't mean that it doesn't still feel like class has started in our family! Just when I thought all was hopeless, Carter started going potty on the potty and of course his first time had to be when my parents and I were out and Marc was home with the boys. Grrr, after all of the ground work I laid, no reward for Mommy. When Marc called me on my cell to have Carter tell me the good news I told him not to dump quite yet, I wanted to see it for myself. I know Carter will kill me someday, but I was so excited I had to take a picture. Anyway, all those potty rewards I stowed away have finally come in handy. He's pretty much mastered #1 (now he just has to start telling me when he has to go, for now I just have him sit every hour or so) but has only gone #2 once. Regardless we are still so proud of him and will probably go broke with all of the rewards he's getting. He's also pretty good at getting himself dressed now though the other day he put his shorts on backwards. When Marc saw it he started singing "Kris Kross will make you jump jump." Yah, that was back in the day! Now take a look at this sweet picture. While Danette was here, she taught Anderson how to give kisses. There is something about sweet, open mouth baby kisses that I just love and that is exactly how he does it. He dives at you with his mouth wide open. It's very tender.



Balloon Glow
Last weekend was the annual Colorado Springs Balloon Festival. It lasts all weekend--in the mornings a bunch of hot air balloons take off and spot the sky and at night you can go to Memorial Park and they have a balloon glow where they set all the balloons up and light them up with their air torches. (not sure the technical term for this) They have tons of food vendors and lots of jump houses for the kids, which at this event is a total rip because it's like $3 to go down the slide twice or through one of the tunnels one time. But, what you won't do for your kid so we paid for Carter to go down the slide twice. We also shared a gigantic funnel cake and enjoyed the company of some friends we happened to run into. Unfortunately, the weather wasn't 100% perfect so they didn't set up the balloons but they did light up the sky with their torches which Carter thought was scary and cool at the same time. We're definitely planning on making this a tradition in our family so maybe next year we'll be lucky enough to see the balloon glow!
13 miles
A few weekends ago my mom organized a bunch of her friends to hike Pikes Peak. Now, for any of you who don't know anything about this, Pikes Peak is the 14, 000 ft. mountain in Colorado Springs and the trail that ascends it is 13 miles long, and it takes you from about 6000 ft above sea level to the top (14, 000 ft). Just like the incline, it's not for the faint of heart. I had to really convince myself to do it because I have done it before--9 years ago--and to put it mildly, it was a horrible experience. It took a lot of positive self talk but I finally decided I could do it about a week before the hike. We had to meet at my parents house at 3:50 so we could be on the trail by 4:30. It took me about 6 1/2 hours to hike the mountain, 7 hours counting the 30 or so minutes I spent at Barr Camp (the 1/2 way point) refueling. By the time I got to the top I was wasted but the experience was redeeming--I no longer think the 13 mile hike is one from you know where! Just 10 days after hiking the Peak, I did another 13 miler--this time on relatively flat terrain. It was the America Discovery Trail 1/2 marathon. My training was hit and miss this summer because of all the other things we had going on which made the run quite challenging and I was disappointed in my finish time-- ~ 2:16. But, I did it which is about the only New Years Resolution I have kept for myself and the feeling of seeing my boys at the finish line cheering me on is really quite priceless. My dad, on the other hand is a dedicated runner/marathoner. He ran the full marathon and finished 3rd in his age group in just 3:50. Way to go Dad!



As promised this has taken me entirely too long and now my boys are awake and need me. So much for cleaning the tub without two boys under my feet!