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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Pretty Flowers, Burping Poultry and a "New Arrival"

Not much to say today, really. We had a nice weekend in Fillmore for Memorial Day. It was easier and more pleasant than expected because we snagged adjoining hotel rooms so we wouldn't have to try to cram all six of us into one room. Mostly I just wanted to brag about my flower bed. We got home and the irises were going like gangbusters. They are supposed to bloom in the fall, too, but they haven't yet. Maybe this year. I swear the yellow ones smell strongly of lemons. My garden is almost all up now and my white nectarine tree is completely decked out in little fruitlets. Life in abundance.
Here is another little Boston funny. He climbed into bed with us yesterday morning when I was still feeding the baby. She made a funny sound burping when she was done and he laughed and said that she sounded like a chicken. We laughed a little, but this wasn't that funny because she does sound like a bird half the time, usually a squawky sea gull. But then he got this really thoughtful look on his face. "Burping a chicken is DUMB."
PS. Mark's mom played a little joke on me this weekend from the other side of the veil. Mark's dad ordered some new engravings for their tombstone. It was a little outdated because on the back it lists each child of Dwight and JoAnn and then under them, each grandchild. Well, last year Leslie was still the only one on our family's list. This year when we went to visit the grave all the cousins were in an uproar. The stonecutter had listed our family as "Leslie, Boston, Cooper, Macy, Gage". Gage is my nephew, the fifth child of Paul and Marcia. The stonecutter told Grandpa Day that there were only two ways to fix the mistake. They could replace the entire stone, or Mark and Jackie could have another boy and name him Gage!!!
Next year there will be an entirely new stone. Ha ha, oh mom-in-law of mine. Someday I'll get you back for that one.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Cooper's Big Day

Yesterday Cooper turned 2. It's hard to believe all at once that he's only two and that he is already two. It was a good day. He came downstairs in the morning and saw our customary birthday streamers with the comment of, "ooh. Ghat's fun." He and Boston played outside most of the day with his new dump truck in the sandbox. Then Mark came home early for Sunbeam cake and presents. Boston and Leslie were both so excited for him. Cooper liked the presents but was a little shy about being sung too, even though it was just our family. He ducked his head and tried to shrink himself under the counter or something, but once we got to the blowing out of the candles he was ready to rejoin the party.
Then we were on to the family adventure (instead of a big party). One of our friends had given Mark some tickets to the Bees minor league baseball game against the Cubs, not realizing it was Cooper's birthday. But we figured that was a good birthday activity so we planned around it. It was very hot--92 degrees a bit before we left, but by the time we had our 5 for 5 Weinershnitzel corndogs and got seated it had cooled down, plus the stadium was very nice and almost all in the shade. Cooper had fun, but Boston (as usual) stole the show. At least this time it wasn't by scarfing down uncut birthday cake with his face while the rest of us were opening gifts, like he did last year. Here's how it went.
In the car:
Mark and I are trying to have a grown up conversation.
Mark: So, as I was saying, I talked to....
Boston: Take M E out to the...
Mark: Craig today and he said...
Jackie: ssshhh. Boston. Not so loud.
Boston: BALL game. Take ME out to the CROWD!!!!
Jackie: Whose kid is that, anyway?
Boston: Buy me some mumble mumble and mumble
Mark: Craig said it will probably be about six weeks before...
Boston: And it's root, root, root for the
Jackie, giving up and clueless, apparently: Home Team!
Mark and Boston at the same time as Jackie: Red Sox!
Leslie, Boston, Mark and Jackie, with Cooper grinning and Macy snoring through it all: If they don't win it's a SHAME!
You know how the rest went.
Mark: I can't believe how loud he is!!!
Jackie: Yeah. My ears hurt.
And that wasn't even the best of it. He got to put his talent to good use when Mark had a parental stroke of genius. Here's how it went.
At the game:
Boston is getting restless.
Mark: Boston, you have to sit still, but this isn't church. You don't have to be quiet.
Boston: I don't?
Mark: Nope. Try this. The next time that batter is getting ready to hit, say, "Hey, batterbatter."
Boston: Looks at Mark in disbelief.
Mark: Try it.
Boston: hey batterbatter.
Boston ducks under Mark's arm.
Mark: You can say it louder than that. It's okay.
Boston: Hey batterbatter.
Boston ducks under Mark's arm.
Mark: Hey, good job. I think you made him miss!
Boston looks around and grins.
Boston: Now, Dad?
Mark nods at the appropriate moment.
Boston, cupping his mouth and with a surprising amound of growl in his voice: HEEEEY, BATTERBATTER!!!!!
Jackie, laughing to tears: Who taught him to do that?
Mark, laughing to tears and pointing significantly at Jackie: Whose kid did you say this was?
The batter struck out. I'm positive he could hear Boston. I'm positive the whole stadium could. He was the only one yelling!
I guess Dad always said, If the people in front of you don't turn around, it wasn't loud enough.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

High-Water Mark of the Terrible Twos

I know I just posted about an hour ago, but Mark's not home and I need to vent. Back home, there is a place my family likes to hike, called Gibson Dam. Way back in 1964 (?) there was an enormous flood and the water came over the dam. On the side of the mountain adjoining the dam, there is a metal plate with the year. That is the high-water mark. Everything above that mark was untouched by disaster. I've been trying to come to terms with the fact that our house needs an implied high-water (high toddler?) mark. Looking around the other day, I noticed that the top of my bookshelves and mantle and refrigerator and cabinets are no longer clean and cute. They are loaded with untouchables that I am trying to keep away from certain someones, and that my lower shelves, cabinets and drawers are slowly becoming empty. Little ghost towns of storage space. My upstairs bathroom now has two drawers of about 12 that have anything in them. The extra shampoo, etc., went into a basket on the top shelf of the boys' closet last week when I caught them slowly emptying all contents of anything in a bottle into the sink. Boston is starting to get quite a bit better and even will voluntarily clean his room on occasion, but Cooper is just finding his stride. This week we've had an unusually high number of visitations from the Horrible Mess Monster. Let's see. My nicely folded and stacked laundry got bulldozed onto the floor, along with the bedding from the spare bed it was stacked upon. They needed more cushioning to jump onto, I guess. A new high-water mark was reached when I decided to see why they were playing so nicely in the basement for so long. I hadn't checked them for awhile since we no longer have a pool table for them to crawl on and lob the balls off of, so I assumed they were playing in one of the two toy "caves". There really isn't even much else for them to get into down there. I couldn't find them. Then I heard crashing and giggling. They had shut themselves into our game storage closet and had emptied out several games (card games!!! monopoly!!! CLUE!) and PUZZLES onto the floor and were jumping and dancing on the disaster. It literally spilled out when I opened the door. This door had a child-proof knob on it! Ha. I tried having them help me clean up, which made it an even bigger disaster since they started throwing cards, dice and puzzle pieces at me (and all around the room--play money was fluttering all around the room--every kid's dream.) I put Cooper down for his nap early and told Boston he had to stay and help--no cartoons for him. (and who, may I ask you, does this actually punish? but does anyone have any better ideas that don't involve a visit from the government's social services?) Luckily Leslie was almost home and I assigned her the job of sorting puzzles since she's the one who knows which one was Care Bears and which one was Strawberry Shortcake. So now, we have a huge storage closet with nothing but a couple of picnic blankets and folding chairs stored below five feet.
Today I think Boston must have issued Cooper some kind of challenge about, "Let's see how fast you can trash the house." I thought he was playing upstairs nicely with Boston and his friend, but no, he was in the red room emptying all the books off the shelf. I didn't discover this disaster until dinnertime, so while he was safely strapped into his high chair, I went to assess the damage. When I got back he had thrown his entire bowl of chicken rice soup on the floor (and walls). I cleaned him up, fed him a pb & j, and came in to Mark's office to freak out. But the baby cried, I went to pick her up, and when I returned I found him rooting through Mark's cabinet, WITH A DOOR TORN HALF OFF THE HINGE.
It's a good thing I can handle being a slob or I would lose the other half of my mind.
A happy side note. NBC news carried a story last night about at-home moms. Some college calculated the actual salary they would be earning for the hours they spend doing the various tasks (a chef's wage, a housekeeper's wage, nanny wages, etc.) including overtime and whatnot. I make a virtual salary of $123,000 a year. So I guess a mess or two is covered under that.
I am SO going out tonight. And I hear something spilling in the next room...

Little White Dress

Both of my little nippers are asleep. It's a miracle! I have, oh drat, three minutes 'til it's time for Cooper to wake up. I guess I'll let him sleep a little longer since I might be ditching Mark at bedtime tonight to go catch a 10 o clock show with the ladies. Ha ha. He might need the extra company, and a little payback since he'll be in Bountiful at business meetings until almost then. Actually, they've both been sleeping for a couple hours and I got a nice nap (hence my optimism about actually being lively enough tonight to be up late). The sleep deprivation really hasn't been too bad this time and last night Macy evolved into the one-feeding-a-night stage. We'll see if she keeps it up. I have noticed a sad difference in brain power and short term memory, though. For one thing, you may notice that this whole entry is a little garbled. Here's another example. There was some story on the news the other night that they tested some toddler's IQ and she ended up becoming the youngest member of MENSA. I turned to Mark and meant to make some remark wondering if they have ever tested mothers before and after parenthood to see if there was a decrease in brain activity. But what came out was, "I wonder if they've ever given a mom an, uh, hmm, uh, what's that test again to see how smart you are?" I could not think of "IQ test" for the life of me. He about died laughing and said that I was proof of my own hypothesis.
Macy's baby blessing was this last weekend. Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Grandma Heagy and Duke got to come stay with us. We had a grand time, even thought the weather was not quite as nice as I had hoped. Here are some pics. Macy's blessing dress was the one that my mom made for me when I was a baby. She made it from leftover fabric from her wedding dress. I also have some of that lace on the sleeves of my temple dress. It's a nice reminder of who I want to be with forever. Those who've come before me and those who have come after.

Also, I've finished the scripture song for May. It is Alma 33:23 to the tune of Hark, All ye Nations.

And now my brethren
I de-esire
That ye shall plant this word in your hearts.
And as it beginneth to-o swell
Even so nourish it
By your fa-aith and behold it will
Become a tre-ee springing up in you
Unto-o everla-asting life.