Sunday, February 26, 2012

Hair-story

In honor of Ben turning one, Elizabeth and I thought we'd do a little tribute to Ben's hair.

The first two things the nurses said right after Ben was born were, "He's huge--he must be 10 pounds!" and "Look at that hair!" Only a slight exaggeration on both accounts: he was a few ounces shy of 10 pounds, and while he couldn't really compare to his Swanson cousins, he did have more hair than either of his sisters.

Ben had to be taken to the nursery pretty frequently during our hospital stay for blood tests and antibiotics; after one trip the nurse brought him back looking like this:

Baby's first faux-hawk

Sometimes babies will lose the hair they're born with. . .but not Ben. His long blonde hair just got longer and blonder. We had a lot of fun playing with it, styling into all sorts of silly hairdos:

the "Astroboy"

the "Cheap Toupee"

the "Kewpie doll"

the "Bozo"

the "Hitler"

the "Oompa Loompa"

No matter what we did, though, it always reverted back to a style that we affectionately referred to as "the Trump":


Something in me just couldn't bear to cut my baby boy's hair, but by the time he was 8 months old, I had no choice; it was literally hanging in his eyes. So one evening we put on a Baby Einstein video and I gave him a quick--and I do mean QUICK--trim:


Much better. No more Mr. Trump. . .though there's still plenty of length for Mom to play with:

the "Elvis"

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Winter Highlights

December

December began with a literal whirlwind; hurricane-force winds swept through our part of Davis County, causing some pretty serious damage. . .serious enough that church was cancelled two days later so that everybody could pitch in to get the debris cleaned up.

(No, that's no our tractor--this lucky homeowner happened to have a Kubota too!)


Even now, months later, you can see the evidence: gaping holes where trees once stood, broken store signs, missing sections of fence. . .and work crews putting down new roofs.

Thankfully, our house wasn't damaged too badly, although our neighborhood was without power for a good while. The girls thought the power outage was fun. . .at first. By dinnertime, though, they'd had it--the house was cold and boy, were they cranky, so I buried them under a pile of blankets in the living room and set up the laptop with a movie. (Behold the power of my camera's flash: our house was pitch-dark, but for a handful of candles, when I took this picture!)

The girls missed 2 days of school because of the sustained power outage. . .but they would've missed it anyway, since what I thought was just general crankiness on their part turned out to be Coxsackievirus (a.k.a. hand/foot/mouth disease). Elizabeth didn't get it too badly, but for a few days there Anna looked like she had the plague, with sores around her mouth and all over her hands.

Fortunately, they were well in time for Elizabeth's birthday, so we were able to proceed with her much-anticipated "Littlest Pet Shop" party. The party was a rousing success, and as usual I didn't take any pictures. Whoops!

Anna has been taking ballet this year, and she was SO excited for the Christmas recital. This girl was born for the spotlight:


I got one of those little advent calendars with 24 tiny drawers, thinking it would be fun to leave a little slip of paper in each with some special activity written on it. I let the girls paint the windows, helped them make cards for their teachers, hosted screenings of Christmas movies, baked a Christmas-tree-shaped pizza. . .phew. We even made "gingerbread" (okay, hot-glued graham cracker) houses


The girls had oodles of fun, but by the time Christmas was over, I was fresh out of ideas. . .and we still had two long weeks of winter break! Rookie mistake, starting out too fast and then flaming out a few miles before the finish line. Next year I'll pace myself.

Christmas Day itself was something of a marathon. After opening presents we got the kiddos all ready for church, and then I had to run up there early for rehearsals (our sacrament meeting consisted of a bunch of musical numbers by the Primary, the Young Women, the congregation. . .and somehow I ended up being the accompanist for every number minus one.) From church we left straight for the grandparents' houses for still more festivities. Whew!

The kiddos in their Christmas pajamas. . .



. . .and in their Christmas Sunday finery

We spent New Year's Eve at home with the kids and a couple of pots of "fun do". The favorites this year were the roasted new potatoes (for the cheese fondue) and the mini Rice Krispie treats (for the chocolate fondue--which, by the way, is a great way to get rid of all that Christmas chocolate laying around. . .I think this year's batch included some chocolate Santas and Toblerone.)


Jared and I spent the rest of the evening catching up on some Tivo'ed shows and watching some of the Times Square coverage. I realized that when it comes to pop culture, I come across as 30 years older than I actually am: "That's Ryan Seacrest? I thought that was Carson Daly. Well then who IS Carson Daly? Good heavens, what is that SOUND--they call this MUSIC?!? I don't get why that guy is dancing in a robot costume--is that a 'thing' now?"

January

January is all about getting our groove back after the holiday heydays, and I think we're juuuust about there. We've recently added piano lessons to the mix; I started teaching Elizabeth just to test the waters and see if she was ready for those violin lessons she's been wanting. I'm impressed at how quickly she's picked up on it--she zipped right through the primer-level book and started reading actual music in no time.

After watching Elizabeth, Anna decided she wanted lessons too, and while I imagine it'll be a long while before she's ready to read music on the staff, she likes playing the primer-level songs and especially likes noodling around on the piano trying to copy Elizabeth. She's got a good ear, too--she's often able to figure out songs that she's heard Elizabeth play. One day I saw that she'd drawn on the piano keys, and when I chided her for doing so, she said, "But Mommy, I had to draw on them to remember which ones sounded pretty!" When I looked again, I saw that she'd marked the keys for two F major chords!

No piano lessons for Ben just yet, although he loves to stand at the keyboard and bang out a duet with whoever happens to be practicing at the moment. He loves to be in the middle of the action, whether it's piano-playing with the girls, cooking dinner with Mom. . .or small-engine repair with Daddy and Grandpa:



In January I also started volunteering at Elizabeth's school. Another mom and I hold a weekly book club for a small group of first graders. It's wonderful--just enough to scratch that "teacher" itch, without having to deal with all the stuff I *don't* miss about teaching.

Jared spent January building the most beautiful utility room you've ever seen. Here's hoping it will be closely followed by three of the most beautiful bathrooms you've ever seen. That's right, we're taking on a triple bathroom remodel this month. (If spring is late this year, you can blame me--I'll be praying for the snow to stick around until we finish the bathrooms, because all work on inside projects tend to freeze once the ground thaws.)

At the end of January, Kellie and Amy and I threw a little shindig to celebrate the babies (Trevor, Yvey, and Ben) turning one. The babies were, as always, adorable and hilarious:





It's been so fun having these close-in-age cousins; it's definitely made our family get-togethers more lively, especially since they all became mobile. It's going to be great when they all start talking--as if our parties weren't loud enough already!

I think that brings the blog more or less up to speed. We're looking forward to a wonderful spring, which among other things will include a double Olson wedding (Sarah and Skylar are both engaged!) Further bulletins as events warrant.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Quick Update

Just a brief update while I wait for Jared to return from the grocery store. (I sent him to the store for milk. Because I want ice cream, and he always brings home ice cream when he goes out for milk. Yes, I could buy ice cream, but I seldom do. Besides, part of the fun is seeing what flavor he'll bring home--it's always something different.)

Winter is breathing down our necks. The nights hover around freezing, the days are overcast, and we've already had a couple of snowstorms. The first term of school is over, and we've more or less settled into our groove--although Daylight Saving Time has thrown us for a loop and we're still trying to convince Ben that a 5:30 AM wake-up time is *literally* for the birds.

Ben learned to crawl a few weeks ago, and suddenly I find that my snuggly little buddy has morphed into a supercharged monkey child. Seriously, I break a sweat just trying to get this kid dressed! He's up to 4 teeth now (the top 2 just popped through today) and he loves using them to eat real food (cooked carrots and sweet potatoes, crackers, etc.) as well as anything and everything he finds on the floor on his travels around the house.

Anna is the belle of the preschool ball. It's still just her and a bunch of boys, including one little boy who, according to Anna, "is named Sam, and he's bald, and we want to MARRY each other!" Miss Tiffiny confirms that she and Sam are indeed best buddies.

Elizabeth is thriving in first grade and has asked us to sign her up for violin lessons. I don't know what prompted it, but we're going to give it a try. . .shoot, maybe I'll take them along with her. And then she can embarrass me by picking up Mozart's Minuet in G while my ancient, calcified brain is still learning how to hold the darn thing.

And there's Jared back from the store, so enough updating for now.

Hmm. Strawberry Lemon Delight and Chocolate Cookie Crumble. Decisions, decisions.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Halloween 2011

Happy Halloween, folks! We actually did a lot of our celebrating last week, with class parties. Elizabeth's grade held a parade/sing-a-long for the parents. It was about the most darling thing ever. (I cried, just a little bit. Happy tears, of course. But seriously, crying? Over a Halloween parade? Sigh.)


Elizabeth, the cheerleader. Nonny contributed the skirt that she'd sewn for Aunt Kellie back in the day (Kel, wasn't that the year you wanted to be "a cheerleader who is Dracula's girlfriend and looks like Paula Abdul"?) . Elizabeth really wanted her costume to be in her school's colors (red AND blue), so I agreed to make a new shirt. Thank goodness for fusible webbing and ready-made bias tape.

Anna, the fairy-butterfly. Wings by JoAnn's, tutu and makeup by Mom, accessories by Anna.

Ben, the garden gnome. Tee hee. Sure, I had a couple of costumes already on hand that probably would've fit him. . .but I couldn't help myself.

Over the weekend, we carved pumpkins. . .




A happy moment for this mom: the girls are now (mostly) self-sufficient pumpkin-gutters.

Unlike last year, Elizabeth has more teeth than her jack-o-lantern this year. (For those keeping score at home, she's -7 baby teeth and +6 permanent teeth).

I really thought Anna would insist on a kitty face or a fairy face or something, but she ended up pretty traditional. . .although she made sure to tell me her jack-o-lantern was a girl. Even if she doesn't have eyelashes.

We also made play-dough monsters. I was in charge of the craft station at Elizabeth's classroom party, and this is what we did there as well. Here's what the girls created back at home:

(I'm convinced this is the Holy Grail of group Halloween crafts for the under-8s. Cheap and easy to prepare, minimal mess, open-ended, and the kids can spend anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes on it. Many, MANY thanks to the genius behind this blog for sharing the idea!)

On Halloween itself, we paid quick visits to the grandmas for a little costume fashion show. We got home just in time to eat a quick dinner of homemade mac & cheese with Halloween-shaped noodles. I should've taken a photo of the label; the ingredients included "1% cuttlefish". . .I'm assuming to give the black bat-shaped noodles their color?

After dinner, the girls got into their costumes, held still exactly long enough for me to take photos, and then we left the boys at home and went out for some trick-or-treating. Anna led the charge, while Elizabeth was more inclined to state that this or that house was "a little too creepy" and suggest that we skip it. One neighbor played a "trick" that just about did her in; as we walked up to a house we saw a scarecrow sitting on the front porch with a bowl of candy in its lap. As the girls and I discussed whether we thought it was a real person or just a dummy, the scarecrow MOVED and the girls let out an ear-splitting scream. Elizabeth was ready to run straight home, but to our relief, the scarecrow pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be their buddy Landon's big brother.

We managed to make it around the block and up one more street, to THE house. (I think every neighborhood has one, right? The house giving out the extra-cool goodies? In our neighborhood, it's stuffed animals.) For the girls, nothing could top this "treat"--they were so delighted with their little bears that they were more than happy to call it a night at that point.


At home they did the usual oohing and aahing, sorting and sampling, and then it was off to bed with their new bears. Since then I've been letting them each pick out three pieces each morning, to be eaten whenever and however they like. Elizabeth tends to pick a variety: some with chocolate, some without. Anna seems to go for the candy with the most artificial coloring and the highest sugar content; her picks for the first day included a full-sized bag of Skittles, which she ate on the way to preschool, and a triple packet of Fun Dip that, no lie, kept her quietly busy for well over an hour.


Ben also inadvertently got in on the candy action. While he and I were out running errands, a well-meaning cashier handed him a Dum-Dum. He had been fussing, and the (still wrapped) sucker held his interest, so I figured there was no harm in letting him play with it as I got him buckled up, loaded up the car, etc. Pretty soon, though, I noticed that the noises he'd been making had changed from grumbles to a cheerful, self-satisfied humming. When I checked on him, lo and behold: he'd pulled the wrapper off the Dum-Dum and was delightedly sucking away at the tasty treat, with bright blue syrupy smears all over his face. Let me tell you, whoever coined the phrase "like taking candy from a baby" obviously never tried to pry a baby's first sucker out of his sticky hands.

So, another Halloween is on the books. Before we know, Thanksgiving will be upon us--and then it's full steam ahead to Christmas, with a stop first for Elizabeth's birthday. For now, though, all I'm thinking about is whether there are any Reese's Peanut Butter Cups left.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Gratuitous Cuteness

I don't have much to say tonight, but I was browsing through our old photos and came across a few favorites that I don't think I've shared before:






Dang, our girls are cute!

And I can't leave out Ben. He's pretty adorable as well. . .


. . .despite the uncanny resemblance to a certain billionaire:

Sunday, October 09, 2011

Fall Firsts

First day of preschool


First soccer game


First pinstripes