"I Sick"

I was just thinking the other day, "We have not had any sickness at our house for a long time."

Jinx--I might as well have mail-ordered a virus while I was at it.

The Two Year Old announced to us last night , "Momma, I sick. I sick" as we were laying him down in a makeshift bed in our room (I'm too lazy to climb stairs every hour through the night to check on him). He's come down with a yucky head cold and this is sick of me to say but it's kind of nice to have him in a lower energy, higher cuddly state than I typically get with him.

So this is where you'll find the Two Year Old for the next day or two.

Don't worry, it's all good Grandma--miss you!

The Bisquick Debacle

I came down with a serious case of Mommy guilt two nights ago when I reflected on my performance over the past few weeks. I theorize that most moms get this at one time or another. Right?

After wallowing in despair for a few moments, I resurfaced with renewed conviction that I was going to do right by my Two Year Old. Then I passed out for eight hours. . .

I awoke the next morning to the Two Year Old elbowing my head and kicking my ribs. Day One of Mission Impossible has commenced.

I happen across a General Conference talk in my morning studies on anger--decide to be less so, and proceed to make an actual breakfast non-cereal and milk style for my brood for the SECOND day in a row. I check with the Man to make sure that he has noticed. Duly noted.

Fast forward to me post work-out. I hop in the shower (why do all bad things happen while Mom is showering? ominous foreshadowing), and get ready for the day. I stroll into the kitchen to discover the brand new box of bisquick lying on the floor with contents mysteriously MIA. Huh?

Over the river and down the stairs to Colton's room we go (sing it with me). . .

Suspicions confirmed. the Two Year Old's forehead has guilty written all over it--in bisquick powder that is, along with his hands, his feet, and generally his whole person. Lovely.

I try to get mad at the Two Year Old for enhancing his duplo train landscape with bisquick treated terrain and fail miserably. Let him have at it I say--it kept him entertained for a good hour. I'd say that's worth the price of purchase.

Two points for me.

Sending You Some Love

Semi-Stir Crazy

It was easy to fill my first weeks here with unpacking, sorting, organizing, ect. but now I am fresh out of projects and need to fill my time (more importantly, the Two Year Old's) with something before our bout of cabin fever sends us over the edge.

So we set off for the Children's Museum in Downtown Eau Claire. . .

Space Sledding--Totally Canceled

Do you ever have those dreams where you're running as hard as you can but your body is stuck in slow-mo' and there's that panicky racing of your heart that's telling you to kick it in gear. That is the last two weeks for me. My January picture file is empty. I've failed you. Sorry.

We somehow managed to get ourselves moved (ok, we didn't. but the moving company did. great job people.), and get somewhat settled so I've run out of excuses for not updating my blog.

So here's us enjoying our first real weekend since unpacking with a little down hill sledding: the Two Year Old's newest passion (next to his most recent discovery of bread with butter and jam on it--who knew?)


The Man showing The Two Year Old how it is done:

wipeout #1

wipe-out #2

taking a breather

Dallin, the title is for you. (inside joke--sorry, I hate those)

Siberia or Bust!

If you recently talked to us, it is old news that we are packing up (again) and moving to
Siberia.
Ok, not really but close enough. This registers in as our tenth move since our marriage 6 years ago this May(YIKES!): fourth major move including Pasco WA, Gainesville FL, Johnston IA, and now Eau Claire WI with six minor moves between Idaho and Washington during our undergrad years. We were doing the math the other day and we figured that we'll have been in 14 wards, 7 stakes before our first kid is potty-trained. Yes, we are veritable pros at packing--we can load a U-Haul in less time than it takes the Two Year Old to watch a Pixar film (tried and true-believe you and me)

And this is what we've decided.

It is going to be Awesome!

I read the other day that 'right attitudes produce right actions'. This is a new place with new things to see, new people to meet, and new adventures to have. And does it really hurt that I am only an hour from America's biggest mall? I don't think so. . .

We will miss all of our friends here like we do those in places previous, but that is why we have blogs, facebook, and airplanes right? Right.

We look forward to the changes that are happening in our life this year and wish you the best in whatever adventures come your way during 2010!

Christmas 2009

another christmas through. a few highlights from ours (since i am brain-dead and forgot to download all of the pics my Mom took before flying home this is what we have. apologies.):

This kid is just a really good egg. one tough cookie. can i please have those eyes. pretty please!

i coveted this watch and The Man noticed. he has inherited his Father's gift-giving ability.

i opted for the boring, practical route--a man bag for all of his work travels.

an RC car from Grandma & Grandpa Furness. the two-year old would succesfully drive it down the stairs four times before the holidays were over.

apparently the Two Year Old's rule extends across state lines--anything wrapped is for Him.

"TWAC-DOOS!" Uncle Bryce knows where it's at.

'aunt ha-yee' and her new board.

the latest craze in our nursery--Mr. Potato Head's glasses. I know, not his color.

this guy just might be the hardest person ever to shop for. he asked for socks--sheesh! it took us at least 10 minutes to drive to costco and pick these puppies up.

yea, the mustache creeps me out too buddy.

probably the favorite toy all christmas. 'twains'

unwrapping his gift from Great Grandma Calaway with extreme prejudice. he loves it by the way--thank you so much Grandma Jane! We miss you!

Playing outside in the snow.

Taking rides in Grandpa's tractors:

Rides on the four wheeler:

How we all feel now that it is over:

"Auul Wight!"

"Auul Wight!" That was the Two Year Old's response to opening presents early. The Two Year Old is now officially our family's present opener--all gifts wrapped in shiny paper are apparently for him. (pretty sure he's not grasping the real meaning of Christmas yet. . .pretty sure we finally are) Since we are flying to Idaho this year, we decided to do Christmas in stages. We opened Colton's bigger gifts from us and the presents from The Man's family here in Iowa (darn those airline baggage rates!). We all feel very spoiled and anything else that happens from here on out is icing on the cake. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa Calaway, the siblings, and Great Grandma Calaway. We miss you so much and hope you have a Merry Christmas!