Wednesday, December 3, 2008
6 Quirky Things About Rachel
1. I have inherited Chelsea's OCD tendencies (or is it the other way around?). Once I decide that I want something/to do something, there is no turning back. Life changing decisions are often made over lunch and single projects are life consuming until they are finished (e.g., Zander's new room at the current moment). I try to fight it, but the mind is a powerful thing.
2. I love to cook, but I love to present my cooking even more (e.g., book club dinner). Haven't you every heard it's all about the presentation? Well I take that very literally.
3. I rock at cooking but I suck at baking. I'm an artist, not a scientist for heaven's sake! That precise-ness is for the birds.
4. I can't sleep when I'm worried about someone. I used to think my college roommate was crazy for making us call to let her know if we weren't coming home (or coming home really late), but I now understand - as I am physically unable to sleep when I'm expecting you to be home and you're not. It sucks - I wouldn't recommend picking up this habit to anyone.
5. I'm have no appropriateness filter when it comes to bragging about my kids. I sometimes realize that I've been rambling on and on and on about them, and the people around me must be SO bored.
6. I'm a "fixer." Sometimes I honestly think that I must have the power of God or something, as there is no situation, person, place or thing that I can't fix (even though this has been proven false, time and time again, I still believe it to be true).
I tag Robin (mostly just to get her to post) and Mikelle (for the same reason).
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Not so much anymore.
Sunday night Cedric and I put Zander to bed, let him drink his milk, read him "Max" (i.e., Where The Wild Things Are), gave him both of his babies (which he demands to sleep with these days) and tucked him in three times. General nighttime routine around our house (really - it's faster than it sounds). We then retired to the basement to continue our weekend-long binge of Lost Season 1 episodes.
About 10 minutes later, who comes wandering downstairs? Zander. "Sleep in mommy's bed, please?" “In a mommy’s bed – just ONE minute, please?” Apparently he has discovered his potential. @*#!
He promptly got put back into his own bed, and not five minutes later I hear him screaming down the stairs, "owie a piggies mommy, owie my piggies!" Guess it's easy to stub your toe when you're jumping (literally) out of your crib.
Cedric finally convinced him to stay in bed for the night, and we all got some sleep. Until.....I am getting ready in the morning, take a shower, brush my teeth, and come back into the bedroom to get dressed. I hear a funny noise and look over to my bed. Guess who's snoring away, all tucked in? Yeah - that would be Zander. He must have snuck in at some point in the night without us realizing, cause it was clear from his snoring that he hadn't just come in.
It's going to be a L O N G month....
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Potty Training 101 enters its second week today and is going marvelously. Apparently I’m not as “observant” as his saintly babysitter, who can always catch him when he’s starting to poop and run him to the toilet. His favorite line these days is, “Kathy says no poop in a undies!” We’ve had some accidents on that front, but that’s it. He’s woken up every day from his nap with a dry diaper/pull up, and three mornings in a row as well.
For those of you who aren’t parents, and wonder why in the world someone would blog about pooping in the potty (cause believe me – I used to wonder the same thing), you just have to trust me that while you’re going through it, it’s an all consuming part of life, that brings a strange sense of pride to us parents. Sorry if you still don’t get it!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
His babysitter is a saint, and encouraged me to start (with lots of her help). I guess when you’ve trained kids for 20 years, you’ve got it figured out, right? Too bad I’m not quite as confident.
When I told Zander he finally got to wear his football underwear (cause we bought them two months ago), he was ecstatic. I got them on him, and nothing else, when he wiggled out of my arms, stood up tall, stretched his arms out and said, “TA DA!” Then jumped and danced around his room half naked until I could catch him. Seriously – the most adorable thing EVER is his little GAP boxer briefs (cause you know he had to be just like his daddy).
I made him go potty like 3 times before we left the house, and [very nervously] sent him off into big boy land with a bag full of 5-6 changes of clothes. You can imagine my shock when I showed up to pick him up at 5:00 and he was STILL IN THE SAME CLOTHES!! Dry all day. Can you believe it??
Let’s hope day number two went as well….
Updates to follow.
Seriously - have you ever seen anything cuter?
Monday, November 17, 2008
There were five women there (two attorneys, two secretaries and the owner/instructor of a “pole fitness” studio (supposedly it's an amazing work out)). Add several bottles of champagne and one clever bartender to the mix and it made for the most fun night I’ve had in a very long time. Even though we were served a proper dinner, there was no shortage of donuts, cookies, popcorn, pretzels, pizza rolls, ice cream, etc. to keep us going until 2:00 am.
As much fun as men/husbands/boyfriends are, it reminded me how invaluable girl time is. It’s been WAY too long since I’ve had a sleepover, and I’m committed to making it at least a semi-regular thing.
Thanks so much Tammy and hooray for slumber parties!!!
Friday, November 7, 2008
I was debating with an old co-worker about the perceived "embarrassment" of rushing the field in a game you "should have won." He's convinced that unless you pull off a stunning upset (meaning the team was ranked higher than you going into the game), then you're supposed to act stoic, like you've been there before, and not at all surprised/excited that you did your job and won the game. I, on the other hand, think that any game that is decided by an amazing two minute offense, has nearly 50k people on their feet and your heart beating faster than 20 minutes on the stair climber, is well deserving of a field rush.
Apparently in classier (read: richer) conferences, they know how to properly respond to these clutch endings - and it's NOT by rushing the field.
My final consensus: You can have your money, fancy stadiums, subdued crowds and CLASS….I’ll stick my field rushing, flask carrying, 3rd down jumping, fun having Utes!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Zander's VERY FAVORITE animal at the zoo - the zebra.
Who really goes to the zoo to see zebras? Apparently my son does...
Yeah - it doesn't work very well.
All in all, our pre-Halloween weekend was a success. I couldn't believe what a trooper Zander was to actually stay in those football pads all day long. Let's hope the real deal goes as smoothly...
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
So….back to the story. We’re all laying in bed and Zander is talking to his baby brother. “Doing?” “Doing in there?” Then looks to me and holds up his hands – asking what the heck the baby is doing inside of my stomach. He then gives repeated hugs, kisses and pokes to my belly button (which he believes is his “access” to the baby). He is holding his snack cup that is full of Cheerios, and when I look down, there is one Cheerio right in the center of my belly button. I, being the dumb mom that I am, think Zander’s dropped it and pick it up to hand it back to him. When I tried to give him the Cheerio I get the funniest look back – a cross between hurt feelings, confusion and anger – and he immediately snatched it from my hands and carefully placed it back in my belly button. “A baby mom!” “For a baby!”
Apparently the baby likes Cheerios and his big brother has faith that he can eat them through my belly button! Too cute…
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I’m just proud that we’ve finally converted Cedric and he’s now a true University of Utah fan!
Zander borrowed our neighbors' helmet for the picture.
Future Sports Illustrated cover?
Zander & Daddy walking the TREK back to the car
Zander and Tav in full Utes gear!
I have the dinner/entertaining part down, but struggled with the concept of “Book Club”. Though I have to confess that I was behind on my reading (number one no no in a book club), the conversation was great. Thankfully we had a great group of talkative people and an extremely compelling topic (the story of a 1960's doctor who abandons his Down Syndrome baby and tells his wife she's died). So fun to just get together with the girls and have grown up conversation!
Book Club 101 was a success!
Zander and I braved the Asian Market
(where he saw a whole roast duck hanging behind the glass and said, Mommy - a duckie! Mommy - pet a duckie!) to buy most of the ingredients for or lettuce wrap feast.
Raspberry Cheesecake Eggrolls
with Mango and Grean Tea Ice Cream
The only downside to Zander’s new bike is his ability to ask, and ask again, and again, to ride his new bike. Mommy, ride a bike. Mommy? Ride a bike? Mom! Ride a bike a belmut (read: helmet). Daddy ride a bike? And so on….and so on….and so on….
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Zander is two now, and an absolute mad man. If the constant kicking in my stomach is any indication, his little brother is shaping up to be the same way. I’ve fought the “natural born athlete” theory for as long as I can, and have finally accepted Zander’s fate as a future hall-of-famer. He is offended by his baseball tee and has taken to pitching to himself. He makes shots in his basketball hoop from across the room and runs faster than I do. Let’s just hope the boys get some of their mom’s brains to go along with dad’s athletic abilities…..
We’ll be back soon with new pictures, funny stories and other things that will hopefully make you smile. Until then, thanks for reading.