Finding calm in the chaos

Finding calm in the chaos

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

hacked

Yesterday, I opened my hotmail to find a spam email sent from my other hotmail account. Yep, someone had hacked into my hotmail account...and sent off some scam email to everyone in my address book.

This is what happens when you use the same password for every account and don't change it for over ten years.

Also, my computer-science expert, Mr Tony Pehanich, mentioned that this might be an inherent security flaw in hotmail and suggested that I move to a gmail account like the rest of the 21st century. Blunt, but helpful. That's why I like that guy.

Thankfully, most people knew it was spam and weren't too upset. (Joe said, "Anyone who knows you would know you'd never send off something with so many typos.") Anyway, still, my apologies to all my contacts.

Now, I've changed my password with a new one for each account. It seemed like a wise choice.

But I can't remember what they are now.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

our littlest bathing beauty


The one rule for spritzing: No spritzing Baby Andie.Yeah, Joe and I fight over who gets to lug the 17lb baby around the yard. She's our human shield.

Friday, July 23, 2010

spritz! spritz!

Every morning, Joe spritzes Sam's unruly hair into a more manageable coif. Sam both loves and hates it, giggling with anticipation and then running down the hall until Joe chases after him. He LOVES it when it's his turn with the water bottle and he chases after Mom and Dad, shouting, "Spritz! Spritz!"
Imaging his glee when he realized he could "spritz" with the garden hose.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

hot tub revival

Our summer project has been to revive our hot tub. It's lain in abject neglect for the last 3 years since pregnant women can't use a hot tub and, well, we've been pregnant for a good long while. We're bringing it back to life, which entailed a whole lot of mucking out nasty water and scrubbing. Last weekend, we were able to fill it for the first time and turn on the jets. It was cold because the heater hadn't been turned on, but Sam didn't seem to mind. He loved jumping off the seat and getting swung up into my lap.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

sweet girl

Dear Andie,
You are 5 1/2 months old and growing so fast! I hate to say it, but I think you might be starting to lose your fat, fat cheeks. But, they're still pretty fat and kissable, so I'll enjoy them as long as I can.
You are such a happy baby, which is a blessing. You're content to tag along and watch your brother. You stare wide-eyed at his antics and giggle when he does entertaining things. And, now, you're adding your own giggle to the music of our household.

I took these pictures one afternoon on a hot summer day. Sam was playing in the pool and I plopped you in the swing so I could take some pictures of you in your cute swimsuit. And, as long as no one was spraying you with the cold hose, you were perfectly content.
I still can't believe you are a girl. You are the best surprise of my life.

Love,
Mama

P.S. You know what another great surprise would be? If you would sleep through the night, that would rank right up there, too.


finger painting

Some days, I feel inspired to really put my back into being a fun mom. So, one day last week after naps, we broke out the fingerpaints I bought in a moment of inspiration but have been too scared to actually use.

I gated off the kitchen, stripped Sam down, smocked him up, and fifteen minutes later we were ready to paint.
It was great fun. We used these fingerpaints that have a jelly like texture and were great to smear and layer.Five minutes later, we had painted 4 pictures and Sam was so over it. He was touching everything in sight, leaving a fingerpaint trail behind him.He started to throw a tantrum when I told him he had to sit by his picture until I could wipe his hands and began jumping up and down.

That's when I noticed he had paint on his feet, too.

Andie watched the chaos with silent amusement. "Really, Mom? You thought this would be a relaxing way to spend the afternoon? Really?"Thirty minutes later, the kitchen and kiddos were cleaned. Sam had a fabulous time spraying water on the floor and the paint wiped up very easily.

We hung our pictures on the cabinet to dry. Whenever Sam sees them, he says, "Sam paint, too?" which, I think, means he had a good time.

Still, I think I might get these paintings framed...because it'll be awhile before we fingerpaint again.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Sunday, July 18, 2010

confessions of a slacker mom: boys need bows, too

Here's my motto: Pick your battles.

After an insane amount of practice, energy, and research, I have mastered (oh, yes, mastered) the art of applying a KY bow to Andie's hair. I've tied hundreds of bows to slap on her cute little head every day. The other day while I was putting on her bow, the following exchange took place:

Sam: Sam bow, too! Sam bow, too!
Me: Bows are for girls.
Sam (tantrum): Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow! (You get the idea).
Me: Okay, okay.
Actually, I think he sort of looks pretty.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

bear outtakes

It's not as easy as it looks to capture the monthly bear picture. Typically, we take 50-100 shots to get the perfect one. Then, when the kids go to bed, we sort through them and laugh at the outtakes.

Like this one: Something's Rotten in the State of Diaper.
Or this one: Leaning Tower of Kaufman.
Or, this one: When your brother loves you too much.

Friday, July 16, 2010

exersaucer time

I was looking back through the blog and realized Sam was in an exersaucer at 3-4 months and I'd totally been slacking off with Andie and her developmental enrichment. So, when Mom was here, we dug the exersaucer out of the garage and hosed it down.
Andie thought it was okay and it's growing on her. She's kind of slow to adapt to change. Sam had a great time showing Andie all the cool toys on it, although he's a little bummed he can't get in it himself.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

growling babies

Andie doesn't coo...she growls. And, since this is Sam's favorite animal noise, it's a match made in heaven.
video
Sorry about the sideways orientation; I shot it on my cellphone.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Monday, July 12, 2010

the Sandman Chronicles: the baby that ate Manhattan

My friend, Colette, swears by this sleep suit. Her baby is the same age as Andie and sleeps like a champ. She (and I agree) also loves the puffed-up appearance it gives babies. When she heard about our sleeping woes, she kindly ordered the next size up and sent it to us for a trial. It was a very, very thoughtful thing to do because I was not excited about forking over $40 to try something that might not work.

(Joe asked me what I felt a reasonable price was to guarantee sleep. Guarantee sleep?? $1500...without batting an eye. Maybe more. That price used to be higher a few months ago. But, I still cringe at $40 for a gamble).

So, we tried the sleepsuit.

She slept the exact same as before, waking about every 3 hours.

So, we went back to our old routine and she's been sleeping better. The other night, I fed her at 11:45pm and 4:15am. Then, she slept until 7:45am. Maybe the luck rubbed off.

Thanks for helping us in our journey toward better sleep!!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

it's a story of three boys...and a baby

The Madsens were in town over the 4th, so we met up for some dinner at Chili's with all the gang. They have Andrew (4) and Caleb (2), who were perfect playmates for Sam. The three musketeers had a rabble-rousing good time, running through Chili's...
...hugging...
...poking baby in the eye (why are the eyes so fascinating??).
You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose...and you CAN pick your friend's nose.
After a fair amount of running around, we decided to stop tormenting the other patrons and went to the park.
Note the Bandaid on his forehead: While we were at Chili's, Sam was climbing on a bench when he bashed his head into the corner of the window casing. I thought it was just a bump until all the blood came pouring down. I'm less phased by these things than I used to be (pre-boychild), so I grabbed a napkin and asked the server for a bag of ice. It didn't look like it needed stitches, so we slapped a Bandaid on it and decided to stay for dinner. I think the Chili's manager would have rather we went elsewhere.

Move back, Madsens! We miss you!

Thursday, July 08, 2010

happy anniversary, Team Eddy!

Eleven years ago, you were voted "Most Likely to Get Married" in our high school class. (Then you broke up...)
Seven years ago, you got back together at Joe & my wedding.
Five years ago, you tied the knot.
Almost five years ago, you found out you were pregnant with Noah.

Life has changed and now you have a beautiful, busy family...all because you two crazy people fell in love over eleven years ago!

Happy anniversary!

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

you can't teach moves like these

I was a Bengalette in high school, but really, it's the boys in our family who have the real talent.

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Joe's favorite parade picture

This Anubis accompanied a float for the Idaho Falls' Haunted House. There were some pretty freaky characters handing out candy and I was worried Sam would be scared, but they were handing out candy, so...it was a moot point.

In fact, when the float passed us by, Sam said, "More dog? More dog?"

Monday, July 05, 2010

Third of July

Idaho Falls doesn't celebrate the 4th of July if the 4th happens to fall on a Sunday, so the big town celebration fell on Saturday, the 3rd this year. We walked down the street and scored a prime spot on the parade route. It's nice that we live just two blocks away from the parade route; Joe could run back and grab some blankets and coffee for the frigid July weather!
Sam got a flag right off the bat and pretty stoked about that. I noticed the flags no longer sport a pointy end like they did when we were kids...smart move. As a mother, I appreciate this change. Andie's eyes also appreciate this change.
He also whipped out his kazoo from our Seattle parade. Plus, he and Joe tried their skills at beating off other kids for candy...not so successful. Finally, I handed Andie off to Joe so I could show these amateurs how it's done. I shamelessly yelled, "Candy! Candy!" and waved like a maniac so my kid could load up. (I learned these skills from the one and only Deanna Gemmer. They work. We got a lot more candy than last year). Here's Sam sampling a WarHead. (For the record, I warned him he wouldn't like it.)
Then, it was home for naps. After naps, we joined the festivities on the greenbelt...food, music, balloons!, and dancing (more on that later). No fireworks for this crew, though. Bedtime comes too early for us. And, this writer HATES fireworks for the havoc they wreak on my dogs' psyche. Seriously, Doc needs Valium. But, he doesn't have Valium, so I'm up with him until 2 am.

And, since the portion of IF that's not Mormon decided to also have a fireworks (albeit smaller) display on the actual 4th, we had 2 sleepless nights.

It's not really that I hate the Fourth. It's not that I'm not patriotic.

I just really like my sleep.

And, I don't get enough of it these days.

The end.

there's nothing like...

...having your toddler grab his blankie, crawl into your lap, gaze into your face with his sleepy eyes...

and then puke down the front of your shirt.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Lala's visit

Lala & Dan came to down to visit last weekend. Dan was pretty busy with a convention, so we kept Lala busy, in turn, chasing kids. We chased kids at the zoo, at the park, at the house, at church, at the Farmers' Market (which is where we bought this cute headband for Andie). Unfortunately, I didn't get too many pictures. But we had a great time. Come back and see us again, soon, Lala!