Saturday, December 30, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
We are extremely blessed to have both sides of our family close enough to spend time with each group over the Christmas weekend. On Christmas Eve, we spent the afternoon and evening in Newberg with the Tompkins. Despite a lingering head cold, Carson seemed to enjoy himself and didn't need too much encouraging or coaching to start ripping into that wrapping paper! He was also pretty excited about his new stocking that Aunt Michelle made him.
On Christmas morning, we spent some time at our place with just the three of us. Trent and I got each other some gifts we'd been wanting--one was a surprise and one was not. Carson got some books, and a really special treat--an awesome cowboy hat and boots from Aunt Leota and Uncle Ron! Stay tuned for a boot-scootin' photo shoot in the next few days.
The rest of Christmas day we spent in Hillsboro with the Bunches. Carson again enjoyed the opening of gifts (here you see him pretty stoked about a new snow suit from Mike and Beck) and other than a few meltdowns, he seemed to have fun. It was a great, relaxing day for the rest of us.
And we even got a decent family pic!
Hope you all had a great Christmas too!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Pick a flaw.
Escape artist, take 2.
I really almost chose this one, but I wanted it to be a family picture, or at least see more of Carson's face and not just his big (but precious) head.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Back to the 'splaining. Every woman, upon announcing she is pregnant, soon learns that there is a mass sorority among us...the sorority sisters of motherhood. Of course, before having a child, we know that there is something special about motherhood, and we just haven't chosen to take that step yet. However, I felt this strange and intense vibe coming from other mothers once I was pregnant. It was like they were giving me a secret look or handshake to let me know it was time for me to pledge to their sorority. And crazy enough, in the middle of that first trimester......THE HAZING BEGINS. You see, at different stages of motherhood, I think the sorority has a different name. There at just a few weeks of gestation, the name of the club is Phi Nausea Puka. The more morning sickness, swollen ankles or vericose veins you have, the more "points" you have in the sorority.
However, nothing--NOTHING--compares to the competition of labor and delivery hazing. I heard so many stories of horror from my new "sisters" that I wondered if there was a contest for worst labor that I didn't know about. Once I was there in the hospital room, I could tell I was pledging for a new level of the sorority. Fortunately for my reputation in the new club, I had a long labor and a delivery that I wasn't necessarily easy. And afterwards I could relate a little bit more to the story tellers. Because no matter how difficult the hazing is, the rewards of that particular hazing leave you with an absolute miracle in your arms and your heart lost forever, and you remember every second of it.
The first few weeks and months of motherhood are also fairly infamous in the motherhood sorority. That house is definitely called Alpha Smelta Poopi and the brother fraternity of Gama Lacka Sleepa. There are so many initiation rights during that first year, it's hard to keep track. (But the smart sisters do keep track, so they can recite to their future pledges what they had to go through--you know, to ENCOURAGE them, not to scare them.)
ANYWAY, this week I felt I was having another pledge moment. Carson has entered into toddlerland and had some tantrums to prove it. Mealtime has become a battle, when he will whine and point for five minutes while I prepare something for him, and the moment I set it on his tray or try to give it to him he throws it to the ground or purses his lips and shakes his head violently. Then he immediately whines and signs that he wants something to eat. Aaaagh! But my hazing points came the other morning. I got puked on for the first time. Oh, I've been SPIT UPed on, but this was honest to goodness vomit. I froze for a second, and then had to laugh. Don't worry, Carson wasn't really that ill. Actually, he had a coughing attack that I think made him gag a little. Too much info? Sorry. What can I say? It's a sisterhood characteristic.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
When I look at this picture, the first thing I notice is his cute outfit--thanks, Aunt Tara. But then I see that he looks like such a little boy...not a baby. Yikes. When did that happen?
C-dog is obsessed with buttons of all shape and size--and the pot from the ricecooker. He uses it to stand in, put on his head (or dad's head) or mostly to stand ON to get on top of the coffee table.
Two words: heart melting.