Tuesday, January 27, 2009
1) dehydration due to stomach flu (Waimea),
2) croup issues (Spencer),
3) ear infection (Spencer),
4) another ear infection (Waimea),
5) and then today's well check (Waimea-15 months) makes 5.
Throw in an ER visit (Waimea) and we've had one sick month! Thanks to some penicillin and steroids via nebullizer and it seems we're all on the mend. Let's hope it lasts.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Waimea not so much:2. Evan's brother brought down his Playstation 2, so Evan and Spencer got to play Guitar Hero together. Spencer had a blast:
3. Thanks to grandma and grandpa and uncles and aunts, Evan and I had A LOT of free time. So much that I didn't quite know what to do with myself.
4. Thanks to Owen (Spencer and Waimea's only cousin), and thanks to whoever he got it from, nearly everyone came down with the stomach flu just after Christmas.
5. For Evan's youngest brother's wedding open house, we had to make 40 dozen cookies. Yes, you read that right--FORTY dozen. Fun times.
6. Evan and I went on a pseudo-date---we were childless, but were with my brother and cousin, who were NOT on a date. Regardless, we called it a date. What did we do? Stared at each other's bums while the other scaled walls. AKA rock climbing.
7. Many funny stories, including:
a. On the flight to Utah Spencer asked why we had to buckle our seat belts. We responded with the usual, "Because it keeps us safe," and "It's the law. You don't want to break the law, do you?" To which Spencer said, "Yes, then we can fix it with glue."
b. On Christmas Eve we let Spencer stay up a little later than normal. It showed when he started saying, "I'm a sleepy submarine" over and over, laughing. And then, out of nowhere, he started crying and said, "I'm not a sleepy submarine anymore."
c. Near the end of our 5 hour trip back to Utah county to spend a day or so with my family at my grandmother's home in Alpine, Spencer asked, "Are we there yet?," to which I responded, "No, about 20 more minutes." Spencer then proceeded to count very slowly to twenty, and then asked, "Are we there now?" To which I responded, "No, that was 20 seconds, not twenty minutes. Count to twenty about 60 more times." He then proceeded to start counting to twenty again.
d. While at my grandma's house, for some reason we all decided to measure our arm span and compare it to our heights. I'm not sure why we thought it was so funny at the time, but we were laughing hysterically. The outcome--nearly everyone's arms were as long as their height, except for mine. I'm 5'9" but have an arm span of 6'.
So there you have it. Christmas in Blanding. (And a day or so in Alpine). Our snowy, white Chirstmas in the middle of nowhere.
Friday, January 16, 2009
We spent a good part of the rest of the day walking. Evan wanted to see MIT and Harvard, and I wanted to walk along the Esplanade. Thank goodness for our double stoller and warm blankets--the kids slept in their warm cacoons while we walked. Here is a picture of the Boston skyline as seen from MIT.
Next stop was Anna's Taqueria in Coolidge Corner (no picture)--a long train ride away from Harvard and MIT. Anna's Taqueria has great, cheap Mexican food. Don't ask me if it's authentic because I don't care. It's good. That's what matters. We felt quite out-of-place, though. Here we were with two kids, double stroller amidst single college students. Oh well.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
We started the day at Copley Square. I had to see my favorite building, the Hancock building. It's the glass one in the background. Please ignore Evan's finger at the top. Forgive me for taking too many pictures of buildings--becoming an architect has always been a dream of mine, and I studied most of these buildings in my art history classes at BYU.
Then we started the Freedom Trail. Here we are at the State House.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
S--"Daddy's job is to fix things. And my job is to help daddy fix things."
me--"Don't I get to help fix things, too?"
S--"No, you don't get to help."
me--"Then what's my job, Spencer?"
S--"Your job is to feed people and do laundry."
Great! I LOVE my job. (Saturated in sarcasm).