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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Santa and Smooching

I haven't written much in here about Macy Face. She is getting into the hilarious part of learning to talk, full sentences where she says a lot of funny things.
*The Bishopric came to visit us in our new home, and one of the counselors was entertaining Macy with her magna-doodle. He drew a self-portrait with glasses, etc., and said, "Who's this?" Macy declared, "MONKEY!"
*All of my kids have loved Mother Goose, and the book is pretty tattered. Macy requested it the other night, and although I have only read it to her a thousand times, when we got to Old King Cole she got this shocked, excited look on her face and pointed at him. "Santa Claus!" It's actually been kind of hard to read it to her lately because instead of listening she just points at everything and says, "Look, Mom." Look, Mom." at every single object on the page. It's not really a problem in other stories, but it kind of messes with my rhythm a bit on "Hickory Dickory Dock" and "Simple Simon met a Pieman". (And it makes it harder. Usually I "read" it while gazing out the window.)
*There are a lot of horses in our neighborhood. Macy likes horses. She calls them "Worsies".
*She likes to wear the Dora the Explorer backpack, except she calls it her "Pack-a-pack"
*She is not the soundest sleeper in the world, usually crying out in the night a few times in her sleep, but I rarely have to get out of bed. I've always suspected that she is just a vivid dreamer, and she finally proved it. The other morning she woke up howling. I went in to get her and found her coverless and kind of cold. She angrily insisted, "Cooper tookt my jammies!"
*Although she is definitely a mama's girl, she likes it when Mark makes her laugh. He was holding her tight and bending upside down with her, and she shrieks, "Help! I stuck in Daddy!" (I snickered a little bit at this and asked Mark if his name was Mud.)

Cooper has also amused us lately by being quite the ladies' man. We went out for 2 shakes and 4 courtesy cones, (can I get a "CHEAP CHEAP"?) at Arctic Circle and let the kids play in the playground there. Cooper kept wandering to a window that divided the play area from the restaurant. On the other side of the window were six teenage girls crammed into a booth. He was waving shyly, and smiling, and playing peekaboo. We were busting up laughing and finally got him to give them a wink goodbye. He's a good winker.
Then this morning, he didn't want to get dressed. Mark remembered the trick that works on teenagers. In a singsong voice, "Better get dressed for church because you might SEE someone there..." Cooper ducks his head, flashes his dimple and asks, "Rowan?"
(Rowan is the cute blond neighbor girl he played dress-up with. She was a princess and she asked him if he would be her prince. It has been reported that she also gave him a little kiss on the cheek.)
Mark nods his head and pulls Cooper's shirt on him. Boston decides to chime in. "Maybe you could give her a kiss. On the lips!"
Mark gives him the buzzer, (wrong answer) sound, and says, "No00. No kissing. We don't do that."
Boston decides to retract his statement. "Right. No kissing until you are older. Pause. Pause. Like me."
Luckily (for her) the girl Boston says he likes lives far away and we haven't seen her since last spring.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Unpacked: One camera cord...



















First we have a slew of pictures from Christmas in Montana. The weather was great and the kids managed to get in lots of playing in the snow and with the 4 wheelers. (Mark and I were a little on the lazy side and took in lots of lounging around time while Mom and Dad were playing with our children.) I did go sledding with the kids one day inside this deep canal that goes past the house. The snow was so solid that we didn't even use sleds--just slid. Another highlight was Christmas Eve playing games with Grandpa and Grandma Heagy. My kids love this game called Pig where you sit in a circle, blindfold whoever is It and they have to try to reach out with a long handled spoon until they touch someone. When someone accepts the spoon, the It person tells them to make some sort of barnyard animal sound. Then the It person has to guess who it is. My kids think it is so hilarious when anyone guesses wrong. It's also funny to see the adults try to make a straight enough face to manage an anonymous moo or oink. Cooper was still telling me the next morning, "Do you remember when Grandpa Heagy said, "Jackie" and it was really Dad?"
Christmas morning was very nice and the kids had oodles of presents, in part thanks to Aunt DeAnn who dejunked and de-toyed her entire house, got married and moved to Idaho over Christmas break. My favorite were the kids' clearance Halloween costumes. Cooper looked so sophisticated and tough in his Captain America suit with the floppy feathers on top. He was thrilled and we couldn't stop laughing. Macy wore her little princess costume over her jammies most of the day.
Then it was back home to the huge project--The Move. Ugh. I hate moving and I don't envy those people who move every year or so to fix up houses and sell them, etc. We've been in the new place since the 1st and just over the last few days are feeling like we can relax a bit and feel normal again. SO MUCH WORK! It's even good, nesting kind of work, but it still takes it out of me. Yesterday I finally scrubbed the walls in the Master Bedroom with the magic eraser, wiped the cobwebs from the ceiling and baseboards, and soaked the blinds in the tub . Then I deep cleaned and organized the master bathroom while Mark finished painting the hall. And every day has been like that! Luckily the kids have been playing together really well and seem really happy here. Boston has mentioned proudly to use a few times, "Me and Cooper live in the basement" like it's their bachelor pad or something. But wouldn't you know it? They have not come up to our bedroom in the night the entire time we've lived here, even though we leave the stair light on. I told them their first night that if they have a bad dream that they just need to crawl in bed with their brother. It used to be every other night or so.
So, here are some pictures of the new house, before and after unpacking. (I also enjoyed getting to buy some new shower curtains. The red dotted one is in the girls' bathroom. They are upstairs with us.)
Our other news from the last week or so is that we already have callings in our new ward. Mark teaches the 10 year olds and I teach the 7 year olds every other week (sweet!) I was really glad to be able to stay in Primary and that I get the 7 year olds, who are preparing for baptism. Mark's folks came to visit us and told us that they also had big news--Mark's Dad just got called to be the bishop of a singles ward in SL. He's been the Stake Executive Secretary for about 10 years, so this was a big change for them. I told Mark, "Huh. All that dating you did before you met me seems to have had a purpose after all. Your Dad had to deal with it, and now he gets to deal with all these other "sons and daughters"." Mark and Boston went to the ordination today. Boston said on the way home. "Dad, you know what's funny? One Grandpa is a Bishop and the other Grandpa is a farmer." It's okay Dad. I guess he thinks farming is your calling. It is a pretty noble occupation!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Five Magic Drawers and the Miracle in the Garage

Greetings to all from our new home in the Big Valley. I guess This is the Right Place after all. I was telling Mark that I don't think I've ever lived where I could see the city lights before (other than my brief stay with my cousins in East Wenatchee who had an amazing view over the river). From the windows of my house I can see three shining temples at night and from my dining room chair (if all the curtains are open) I can view two amazing mountain views, one east and one west. The west view actually looks out onto a newly landscaped gated community that will have waterfalls, etc., and it has some of those metal silhouette statues of elk, etc. right by the entrance across from our house. I am completely loving the rural feel of this neighborhood that I loved so much in my last neighborhood, only this one (as Boston pointed out yesterday) doesn't have the horrible stinky mink. I also realized that our new place has a big weeping birch tree right in front--my favorite kind of tree. Mark and I almost planted one at our old place for our 10th anniversary but didn't ever get around to it.
So, today I am allowing myself a few minutes to record some of the things I've learned about moving into a smaller, older house.
1. I am a drawer girl. My old house, (I was astonished to actually realize this) had TWENTY-THREE drawers in the kitchen alone. One drawer I never really even used except for a couple of Mark's creppes pans from France. It was fabulous but pretty inefficient (plus my poor junk drawers never got cleaned out because there was enough room for anything and everything.) Over the last couple of days I have been magically fitting 23 drawers into 5 drawers. Amazingly, almost everything fits that I need for actually cooking stuff, my kitchen is almost all unpacked, and I'm still saving one cupboard to expand into when I feel too cramped. The smaller kitchen is better in some ways--one way I was excited about was that I no longer have to wipe down a table AND an island after every meal. Also, my number of footsteps is cut down by at least 2/3s. Luckily, it feels very open because it doesn't have any kind of bar or anything that people have to walk around. Anyone want to buy three nice bar stools? I'm still without any kind of junk drawer (maybe that's not such a bad thing...) or a spot to put the kids' coloring books and crayons and stuff. Any suggestions? Time to buy a hutch, I guess! My DI pile is taller than I am. Luckily I have plenty of pantry storage, bathroom storage, closet and a huge storage floor over the second garage, with lots and lots of shelves.
Just no drawers.
2. You need to use primer after you spackle.
3. Can openers need to be packed in the same place that you put your toothbrush and underwear so you can find them right away. But if you don't, they are great excuses to meet your neighbors.
4. Buses are severely taken for granted.
5. Nice people live everywhere. I already knew this one.
6. Gas stoves are not for "geniuses" like me who have trouble with simple things. I've already had three minor explosions and made the baby cry. Probably from my screaming. When the boys came upstairs to find out what all the ruckus was about, Macy told them "Mommy make big fire." I finally got it to light without much fanfare last night for dinner. At least this year I won't worry about cracking my ceramic top when I can two cases of peaches.
6. The Lord only gives you what you can handle. Last night, after feeling like I finally had the kitchen under control, we decided tackle the washer and dryer. Mark got it all hooked up in my new "open mud room" in the 2nd level garage and I put on some shoes and a coat to start my essential load of whites. It was about 10:30. The hot water steamed happily into the garage when I lifted the lid to add some extra bleach. I went inside for my bowl of ice cream, and when I came back to check on things, nothing was happening but a pathetic little click sound. This click sound made me kind of sick to my stomach because I have heard that sound before, last year when we had to replace our old washer. Mark came and checked it out and we looked up some troubleshooting online, guessing that the jostling with the move had cracked something or unbalanced something too bad. Sure enough, the exact problem was described and recommended that a certain internal part (very hard to do yourself) be replaced. I sighed, rubbed my aching back, and emptied out a newly packed big plastic tote that I could chuck bleachy wet laundry into while Mark agitated it with a big long stick. I fished out all of the clothes, wrung them out the best I could (the bleach and steam and cold reminded me of hot tubbing in the snow) and Mark carried the tote inside where we dumped it into the tub to rinse. This part I remembered from watching on Law & Order last year (something about leaving zero carbon footprint). I peeled off my jeans, ran the tub, and tread the grapes. It was actually pretty fun. Then I wrung them out (again) and Mark put them in the dryer while I finished up with a shower. We were up until midnight making plans of what to do about it today.
So, Mark left for work, I went to get the clothes out of the dryer, and had to peer one more time into the murky depths of my rogue washer. I turned the knob one more time and pulled.
Prayers work wonders.