Monday, September 23, 2013

Temple Square

We took a whirlwind trip to Utah.  I got tickets for the BYU-Utah rivalry football game for Greg for his birthday, but it happened to be over my birthday weekend, so we sort of celebrated both.  This is the first time we have gone to Utah as a family since Charlie was 4 months old, and I am not 100% sure, but I think it is the first trip we have taken as a family since that last Utah trip.  While it was a LOT of hours in the car for relatively few hours in Utah, we had a wonderful time.  We left on Thursday night so that one leg of the trip could be done while children slept, which was nice (but it was hard to miss out on sleep; we switched back and forth and then took a nice nap when we arrived Friday morning), and then we went to a family fun center (Boondocks, also known by my children as Boom-stock, which cracks me up and makes me think of a music festival) Friday afternoon for my birthday celebration, and got together with a few friends for a delightful gourmet Italian meal.

Saturday morning we woke up and went right off to Temple Square in SLC.  We thought Felicity's pants were in the car, I guess, so we all got in and headed out, and when we got there, she had no pants on, and no pants to be had.  Luckily, we were parked in the mall that is across the street from Temple Square, so we just ran up and got her a pair of pants.  (I had texted a friend laughing about Felicity's surprise nudity, and she said "Pantsless at Temple Square has maximum impact," and I had to agree.  Not sure that was the impact we were looking for.)  My sweet cousin met us at Temple Square, where we walked around and enjoyed the grounds for about an hour.  Then we went over and had lunch at the City Creek mall food court with some friends and their children, where the kids played happily for quite a while.

Lauren is a great photographer and got some lovely shots of the family.
(By the way, I know my shirt situation is weird.  The shirt I was wearing wasn't a maternity shirt, and it was still working for me for a while, but I guess I have gotten too pregnant to wear non-maternity shirts.  However, I can't see the bottom half of my bod anymore, unless I look in a full length mirror, which I avoid, or at a photo, which I avoided until now.)

She told Charlie to smile, and he did.  Then she complimented him and said he looked so handsome.  He made the next face pictured and said "I'm not handsome, I'm cool."
 My kids were terribly impressed with the Christus, and made some very sweet comments when I asked them about why we were visiting, why Jesus had marks in his hands and feet, etc.  Thank goodness they apparently listen occasionally.  =)
After lunch, we went over to Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory and enjoyed some birthday caramel apples.
It was a lovely visit to Temple Square!

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Misc. Summer

So, I got a few takers on the whole "I read your blog" thing, but everyone is right, the blog is a fun personal history so I shouldn't care even if no one reads it (and those of you that do, hey, thanks, a little validation goes a long way!)  I don't really treat my blog as my journal; I put in little anecdotes here and there, but unlike some of my family and friends (whose blogs are a lot more fun to read, I must say), I feel like I don't end up putting a lot of stories about what we do, mostly just pictures.  So, I guess I can't really say I am keeping my blog just for myself (I do write down the things my kids say, mostly because I find them brilliant, fascinating, and hilarious, but not everyone can be expected to feel that way about my children), but it IS fun to go back and look at old pictures and see the occasional story I include in my blog.  So, for now, I shall persevere.  And in a few weeks, I'll have another darling human needing a whole mess o' pictures taken, so that might put me back into the mode.  With iPhones/instagram, part of my problem is that I don't take that many pictures with my camera anymore, and I don't want to be annoying and post my instagram pictures on here that people have possibly already seen once (or twice, for the occasional instagram picture I put up on facebook), but I'll do it occasionally.

Anyway, a few things we got up to this summer:

My kids helped uncle Spencer propose to Aunt Allie!  We love them, and my kids were happy to be involved.  When I call Allie Spencer's fiance or girlfriend though, Charlie disagrees.  "They got married, mom.  I was there.  I held the sign."
(Actual wedding will be in December, but Charlie figures his authority is pretty much enough.)
 We swam pretty much every day we could this summer, but as part of our week off after Greg took the bar, we went to a local small water park.  Felicity and I could have laid in the lazy river the whole time, but it was pretty crowded and chaotic, and really not that lazy, so eventually we moved to other areas.  The play structure was a win, except that Charlie went to the top and then got nervous to get down.  We shouted up instructions for about 20 minutes before I just climbed up there and got him, because this was getting ridiculous.  (Oldest children.  Sigh.)  But after the great rescue, he went up and down with no further incident.
 We also went to the beach (I think this brings us to twice this summer... NO THREE TIMES!  San Diego Mother of the YEAR!  But we also went a bunch of times for bonfires, and the kids played in the sand plenty, PLUS the aforementioned daily pool trips, so I am not going to feel guilty) where Felicity attempted to recreate a Beach Boys album cover.  (I begged her to carry something else, such as her bucket and shovel, because what kind of dweeb do I look like, making my 3 year old carry the boogie board while I carry 2 ounces of plastic, but whatever.  She does what she wants.)
 And Charlie had his first of certainly many first day name tags that used his first name instead of the preferred middle name.  He is sweet, and said "it's okay, Mom, I like Gregory too."  I feel bad about this lifetime affliction of going by the middle name, but I was overruled in the naming process, and there isn't much I can do about it now.  ;)  Really, it isn't a big deal.  I mentioned it to the teacher at the "meet the teacher day" (I was one of about nine parents who had to do the same thing for a poor child with the middle name affliction), and it was all fixed by the next morning to start school.
The alarm clock (AKA my cell phone) that wakes me up in the morning plays the song "Don't Worry, Be Happy" and I take it in his room and stick it next to his face to wake HIM up.  The other morning he was particularly cheerful (this was mostly due to his upcoming status of "king" in the classroom that day), and he said "Mom, sometimes kids at school miss their mommies and daddies.  Maybe I should take this phone and play this song for them so they can remember to be happy."  Very cute, especially if I pretend it wasn't at least partly so he could steal my phone and play angry birds to his heart's content.
Also cute: on the same day he was the king, I asked him after school how it was to be the king.  He said "It was awesome, but I can't tell you about it."  I asked why not, and he said that he didn't want to brag because it might make others feel bad.  HA!  (Greg had told him not to brag about it that morning, I guess.)  I told him that it doesn't count as bragging to tell Mom or Dad.  Love that boy.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Beuller?

Blogging has gone by the wayside during a very difficult pregnancy, combined with a pretty busy work schedule (and Greg's busy school schedule, basically rendering me a single mom), etc.  I am trying to decide if I should pick it back up.  I also have slowed down on reading blogs since the untimely death of google reader (I have a new reader that I like fine, but I just don't go to it like I did with google reader).  But I am getting back into the swing of things as the pregnancy winds down (my terrible sickness has improved a lot, but anemia and a couple of other minor complications have caused my energy level to be pretty pathetic), and I am trying to decide if I will pick up blogging again.  Does anyone read blogs after the death of the google reader?  Specifically, does anyone read MY blog?  I know some of my friends are still blogging, and I am still enjoying reading their blogs, and I plan to continue to do so, but if it is getting to be a thing of the past, maybe I should just drop it.  Help me decide, if anyone in cyberspace still reads blogs!  =)

Just in case my grandma is still reading my blog (hi grandma!), I put a couple posts of the littles on their first days of school below.  I have other things, and maybe I will get back into it now that our routine-free summer is over.

First day of Preschool

Our little Flissy started preschool!  She is going to the same small school connected to a local Episcopal church that Charlie attended last year, for two days a week.  So far she is loving it.  She is in the owl class, with just a couple other little girls and 7 little boys.  She comes home each day with a laundry list of items that the boys did that were naughty.  (She of course is never naughty at school.  Apparently.)

If you look at her life goal in the picture, you will see that when she grows up, she wants to be a kindergartener.  Dream big, little girl!  It's a nice, attainable goal, and she won't even need a 5 year plan!  She's set to live her dreams in just about 2 years!  I think living out your life dreams by the age of five is pretty impressive.

Love this little bundle of sass!

Kindergarten!


My little boy started KINDERGARTEN!  Funnily enough, when I wrote down all the details on our chalkboard (by the way, some people thought this was in his new classroom and it isn't.  It's in our playroom!  It's one of my favorite things about our house), I wrote the date down wrong.  He started August 21, not August 22.  So when I realized (aka my cousin mentioned to me after seeing the picture), he was already at school, so I could have retaken the pictures, or just left it, because really, who is going to know looking at this picture in his wedding collage that he didn't ACTUALLY start school on the 22nd?  No one, that's who.  So it will just be our little secret.

So far we are having a little bit of a transitional time getting used to things (all of us I think), but I am pretty sure that while he is at school, he is loving it.  His teacher says he is right on track to start reading soon, and I am most excited.  They actually sort of count reading a page that has a picture of a flower that says "A flower" as reading (at least a very first step of reading), and they have already started doing that with the kids.  Apparently Kindergarten is different from what it was back in the day, when it was about social skills and included naps.  They are doing math and reading already, and when the full day starts in October (it's 4 hours per day right now, and will be 6 hours after October 1) they will add in science, PE, and whatever else they do in school these days.

As far as the transitional period goes, basically we are just having a much grumpier boy.  Charlie is not a morning person (neither is Rachel, just FYI), and school starts at the CRACK of 7:45 in the morning (and you have to leave the house by 7:10 because the traffic is horrendous and you aren't allowed to drop the kindergarteners off, you have to actually walk them up and then wait at the tables with them, because the kinders also can't play on the playground before school with all the bigger kids, for liability reasons) and I am pretty sure that 80% of our issues are stemming from the fact that we are all waking up in the first half of the six o'clock hour, and no one except Greg is happy about it (Greg wakes up then anyway, so he is tickled to have company during breakfast, which used to be an every man for himself until after 8:30 or so, when I would deign to prepare things for people).  Felicity is actually a morning person too, but 6am is a little early even for her, so she is adjusting too.  We are seeing little hits of the old cheerful Charlie, so I am pretty sure that child still exists.  I am pretty sure he will come back to us around September 30, at which time he will have to adjust to a longer day, and will become grumpy again.  He is also trying to adjust to going to school 5 days a week, especially after our summer of serious laziness, and by Friday when we wake him up his face says "what?  AGAIN?!"  I think we are getting through it though, and since apparently buying lunch is the coolest thing he has ever heard of in his life, we have a pretty good system where buying lunch at the end of the week is earned by having a good attitude in the mornings all week.


Also... I joined the PTA.  I think it might be the moment more than any other in my adult life that has made me feel like a grown up.  (I am also considering running for PTA President next year, so I can get the reserved parking spot.  Because, seriously, the traffic is bad.  You other parents at this elementary school know what I am talking about.)