Saturday, January 29, 2011

Weekly Highlights

The little weekly things that brought me joy, bliss, and in one occasion, terror:

1) I walked into the bathroom the other morning, and Chad was working away on my conditioner bottle, personalizing it from this:

to this:

Now I get to see these magical friends every time I'm in the bath. Love it!

2) My son, learning from past experience, decided that, no, perhaps going headfirst down the stairs is a bad idea...but if you're riding a vehicle--say, a toy train--well, that changes everything!

One giant bloody nose later, he learned that, no, it really doesn't.

3) We had a sleepover with Brandon and Ciara and the kids last night--a night full of loud children, loads of junk food, and great entertainment! And we will definitely be doing it again! What a hit!

4) My scouts, in preparation for the Blue & Gold Banquet in a few weeks, furiously painted and colored on Thursday night, pumping out dozens of bright stars in all their stages of life. And we got to hear "Fee, fi, fo, fum! You are a baby who sucks your thumb!" about 16 dozen times during the hour. Love my scouts!

5) My cousin posted this silly little activity on her facebook page...and oh man! I spent the next hour playing with it! Creating my own little album covers--ridiculous, I know, but highly entertaining...and I do live with a man who is constantly thinking of new band names, so I guess I have a tiny excuse...??

6) And I learned that, really, I can't feed Risa anywhere public...everyone within a 40 foot radius would hear moaning, turn, and see a child plastered to my chest, singing/moaning away. Ah, my Risa! 

Saturday, January 22, 2011

28 is Great!

And it was my birthday.... Man, what a busy few weeks!

Yes, I'm 28. And I feel good about it.

I'm still in my twenties, and 30 isn't even the next year on the horizon yet.

I'm halfway to my pre-wedding weight goal.

I have two sassy, fantabulous children.

I'm married to The Man that Broke the Mould, a hero among men.

I have a little house, a running van, and a growing library.

I have it all.

28 is great.

They do!!

My sister is MARRIED!!!

And I am pretty ecstatic about it! We all are! Especially Erin and David, of course!

We got to get out of the cold Utah snow and go down to California the week between Christmas and New Years, and basically throw together a wedding. And really, that's the way to do it! A week of crazy planning/shopping/cooking, and then you're done! Done!

It was lovely! A beach wedding--so beautiful! She looked like a queen! The weather couldn't have been more perfect....especially in the middle of winter when the previous three days were non-stop rain. They both smiled away through the ceremony, just too happy!

I am excited for them. I am excited for their moving forward together. I am excited for their discovery of what marriage is: A chain, nothing heavier...and nothing more liberating! And I mean heavy in the best sense. But it is. When you marry someone, you agree to pass through not only your own trials, but theirs as well, and the ones that are created by getting married—job losses, deaths, sorrows that inevitably come with children. You agree to carry half of a burden your entire life, to walk a rocky road alongside that person.

Because marriage can be rocky. The world has forgotten this about marriage. Now people marry because a relationship is fun, and when they hit the first rocks together, they’re amazed. They wonder what in the world they’ve gotten themselves into….and so they get out. A shame too…

Because marriage is also the most liberating relationship there is. Because you “yolk” together (as my husband once described it), you agree to carry half a burden… and someone else stands beside you and carries the other half—for life! You never walk a rocky road alone. There is someone that always knows you intimately because you pass through the same trials together. Someone who understands you. Someone who remembers the greatness of you when you have forgotten. Someone who pushes you back to that greatness. A liberating feeling, never being alone or misunderstood or forgotten.

So I am excited for Erin and David to walk the heavy, liberating, rocky, breathtaking road that is marriage. It is still the best decision I ever made…with the best man that was ever made! And in the words of Walt Whitman:

I do not offer the old smooth prizes,
But offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is called riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve.
However sweet the laid-up stores,
However convenient the dwellings,
You shall not remain there.
However sheltered the port,
And however calm the waters,
You shall not anchor there…

Say only to one another:
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love, more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law:
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

Here Come the Terrible(??) Twos!

My "baby" boy is two years old. Not a baby at all, really. He is independent, expressive, communicative (and somewhat understandable), a problem-solver....etc....He's moved on past all baby stages (except maybe potty-training--that's the last hurdle).

He had a fun and mellow little birthday...there was A LOT going on that day, namely, a wedding (see my next entry). So we were down in California, the whole giant family, and we were all pretty exhausted by the time the festivities were over that evening. So Chad and I threw a cake together at about 9:00 pm (ten minutes making a very hastily-arranged circus on the top). He opened his presents, ate cake, and went to bed. Not the biggest fanfare of a birthday ever, but 1) we don't do big birthdays anyway, and 2) he couldn't care less. He got his cake... and his Leaptop.

I think it was my sister, Tera, that told me one time, "It's funny how having more kids makes you appreciate each one more. Because you have a second, you love the first even more." Something along those lines. I don't think I fully understood what she meant, especially because we were still basking in the newness of our first little dude. Now we have Risa, and now I totally get it! There is something about seeing your second go through all the stages that your first has passed through that strikes a nostalgic chord: "Ah, remember when Coren rolled over...Remember when Coren first laughed....Remember...." And my love for Coren gets deeper. Kind-of a weird phenomenon. But true. I love my little awesome boy!

Some of his two year-old milestones/highlights:
-How, all through December, he said "Awesome!" every time we passed a house with Christmas lights on.
-His two new favorite phrases: "Hey, what you doing?" and "No, ya not."
-He says "okay" instead of "yes" every time.
-He's a Pixar/Dreamworks addict: his favorite movies are "Woody," "Dragon," "Frek" (which actually sounds pretty dirty coming out of his not-quite-enunciated mouth), "Memo," and "Dubbles" (Incredibles). I now have all of these memorized, down to the background soundtrack.
-When he comes out of his room in the morning, the first sentence he says always ends in "cookie!", although he has yet to get a cookie for breakfast.
-He loves puzzles, especially his shapes one that tells the name of each shape as you put the piece in.
-He loves plain noodles (hot or cold--yuck), fruit (still and forever, I think), olives, eggs (scrambled and hard-boiled), oatmeal, craisins, chicken nuggets, hamburgers and Taco Bell.
-He can be reasoned with--If he starts to panic/get upset, I can usually calm him right down by saying, "Coren, calm down. Take deep breaths." "Okay," he says, in a weepy voice, and then he pulls himself together (this doesn't work as well if he's on his third day of sleep-deprivation).
-He pretty much LOVES that Risa loves him/is always watching him. He loves to bring her toys, make her smile, scare her, etc. He often will pretend to ignore her as he watches her intently in his peripheral vision--this cracks me up!
-He loves dancing with "Mommys" to "Magic" by B.O.B. This is his favorite song.
-Discipline is still tricky because, when in trouble and asked whether he wants time out, he always says, "Okay," and puts himself in his room. Luckily, he doesn't need time out that often--he's a pretty good kid.

Yes, Coren is a champion in the Brooks household these days. And honestly, I'm not dreading the terrible twos yet... that may change. But for now, I've got the cutest little dude alive!! Happy birthday, Styx! Let's make 3 a good year (what was I saying about potty-training??).