Sunday, January 20, 2013

Bunk Beds?

Before he started walking, Thomas got into climbing. He really likes to crawl into small spaces. Sometimes it goes well, sometimes it doesn't.

This particular day, he pulled nearly everything off the bottom shelf of the linen closet and crawled in.

 Then, of course, once we started paying attention to him, his sister thought it would be fun to join in. Of course Tommy wasn't thrilled to have his sister laying practically on top of him.

So, she cleared off her own shelf and climbed in.
Who needs a bedroom when you've got a linen closet?

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Worth the Wait

Well, here we are. I am 39 weeks pregnant, which I didn't think I'd ever be! And we're still waiting for Baby Girl to arrive (if only her parents would pick a name!). Given that both Thomas and Virginia were born at 37 weeks, we're definitely in uncharted waters here. And I'm a little thrown off because I was so prepared for another 37 week baby. I don't like to be caught off guard.

However, I really can't complain about these bonus weeks that we've gotten. The planner in me is having a hard time with the unknown. And I don't love wondering whether each of the 50-100 contractions I have each day will be the one that really gets things started. But I'm back to ignoring them (it's got to be painful at some point if it's the real thing, right?) and getting on with life. And, in the meantime, we're having a marvelous time because I don't have nearly as much to do as I did a few weeks ago when I thought I'd better get everything in order, given the baby's impending arrival.

I've been taking extra turns singing the kids to sleep and spending a little more time than usual just cuddling with them. Most of the time, when one gets on my lap the other wants to come too. And that's always a fun balancing act, given my current girth.
 But, I figure this cuddle time won't become easier to find as I add in a third child to hold. So, I'm enjoying having children equal to the number of arms I have to hold them. (Yes, I look dreadful in all of these pictures; I've chosen to embrace it. I'm really pregnant and I can't look good all the time!)

We got to celebrate my birthday.
 I really had zero plans to do anything, because I figured we'd be in newborn-haze. It was fun to have a quiet day with my family, make a cake (which Virginia was thrilled about!) and not be completely exhausted because of night feedings.
 Scout helped me blow out my candles and open my presents. She's VERY into birthdays and can hardly wait for hers.
 The birthday wasn't quite as much fun as this package may look, but it was a good time. And I'm very relieved that Baby Sister wasn't born on my birthday. It would be cute in some ways, but everyone should have their own special day. Even Mom.

Here's another everyone-needs-mom moment.
 I'm glad they love me, but I'm not sure I need to be the reader/translator (one of Virginia's new favorite books is in Italian, so only I can read it to her--the translation is a little different every time) AND the laptop desk at the same time.
 But can I really complain when everyone wants to be close to me? Not really at all.

I've been doing my best to take the kids places, while I still have an arm for each. As I carried two crying children from the library the other day (not everyone has been getting as much sleep as we might prefer lately), I thought I'd better enjoy that option while I've still go it. We made a quick stop at the grocery store and I had to laugh at my chosen parking place.

If ever this parking space was meant for me, this week it is. And I'm grateful for it.

The best thing about my unexpected weeks of pregnancy, has been enjoying Thomas's new developments. I may have a little middle child guilt already happening, so I've been trying to spend a lot of time with him, giving him attention and working on developments. He's extremely cuddly, so it's definitely a task I enjoy, plus it keeps me ensuring I can still get up and down off the floor. When you're this pregnant, it's really easy to become sedentary, and I feel better when I'm moving around as much as possible.

Right now Thomas is in love with sucking things through straws. He'll drink from regular sippy cups, but if something with a straw is around, he'll pick that every time and drink a lot more. My water bottle has become communal as we try to find a good straw-based sippy cup for him.
Thomas has always liked to work on his fine motor skills. He's very deliberate about practicing things until he has them down. He loves working on getting all the shapes into the ball, then immediately wants them dumped out again so he can keep practicing.
Except, of course, for those teething moments when he just eats the shapes. We've had plenty of those over the past few weeks as well. Now if only the teeth would show up! We're still at four front teeth and one random molar! 

The best thing about our extra two-kid time is that Thomas has learned to walk this week. After a lot of very slow progress, and at least a month of running behind his walker, he finally decided on Monday to take a few steps. He took two or three steps in the morning, and lost interest. Then, during Family Home Evening, he started lunging the three or four steps from Mom to Dad. We were all thrilled and cheered for him, so he kept going. Even Virginia got in on the excitement and refrained from her usual insistence that we praise her for performing the same skill he's learning. She cheered for him too as he spent about 15 minutes toddling and falling between Mom and Dad. 

 Tuesday morning, he started walking from me to his toys, five or six feet away. Then he would stand up and walk toward me from across the rug. Finally, he ventured onto the wood floors and discovered he could walk even with less traction. Things really got going when he figured out that he could walk and carry his puppy at the same time (it was a day of holding puppy and sucking on his binky constantly!). By evening, he was pushing around the big balls and laughing and even carrying balls from one room to another. We still have plenty of spills, but he's doing really well for Day 3 of independent steps. As we suspected, he just needed to try it; he's physically more than ready.

I am so glad that I wasn't in a newborn haze when he reached this milestone. It's been wonderful to focus on him and be excited for him and really enjoy the moment without other distractions. Plus, I'm glad we're going to have just one baby at a time. Thomas is, at last, a toddler.

He has also gotten very into climbing on things. We have little stools in each of our bathrooms for Virginia to wash her hands, and Tommy loves to climb up on them and sit or stand (he does get stuck a lot and need help down). He's even started joining Scout and me in our morning tooth brushing parties.
Who says peer pressure has to be a bad thing? He loves to be doing whatever Scout is doing, so we try to maximize on the positive aspects of his emulation.

I've been a little worried about how Thomas and the new baby will react to each other. But I'm starting to think they may just get along great. She knew to wait until he'd had his burst of development before being born. And he somehow knew to take his first steps and get going before she's born. I hope they keep collaborating (even if it isn't deliberate) in such delightful ways.

So, overall, being 39 weeks pregnant is pretty wonderful. I'll certainly be glad NOT to be pregnant anymore, but I'm feeling grateful to have come this far. Now, if my mom comes and goes next week and Baby Sister still doesn't make an appearance, my tune will definitely change.





Friday, January 11, 2013

Chocolate Cake


My grandmother was a fabulous cook. When I was little, she knew that all the kids in my family loved bread. Whenever we came to visit, she would have loaves of homemade bread for us. And we'd sit around and eat them, and eat them, and eat them. I never thought about how much work she did to be sure there was always bread for us whenever we came. Grandma took particular care to make things that people liked. If you told her you liked some food, she made sure you got it at her house, regularly. One of my cousins famously enjoyed Starbursts, and knew just where Grandma kept a special stash just for him. Similarly, if you didn't like something (or just didn't eat much of it on some occasion), she took note and it was never served to you again at her house. She showed her love in many ways, but one of the most tangible was by food. This made my grandfather (who was blessed with a wonderful metabolism) a very happy man.

Beyond the homemade bread, I'm actually not certain what my special, preferred foods at Grandma's house were. I always had great food there, but there wasn't anything in particular that I expected upon my arrival. I wish I knew what she made for me. My oblivion changed, however when I came home to visit from law school. It was my Spring Break and I actually went straight to her house from the airport because she and my mom were working on a quilt for my upcoming wedding. Uncle Mike was in town, so there was chocolate cake. Apparently that's one of his staples, so she made sure he got cake when he stayed with them (which he did at least one week per month). Grandma offered me a piece and I informed her that I would never turn down chocolate cake, as it is one of my favorite foods. I had some cake, we chatted for a while, and I went home.

Three days later, I stopped in at my grandparents' house again. I was checking out a photographer in the area and wanted to say hi. When I got there, I discovered that Grandma had made another whole chocolate cake, just for me. She gave me a generous piece while I was there and sent me home with at least a third of the cake in a container to enjoy for the rest of my trip. Like I said, when she knew what you liked, she made sure to provide. And I'll admit to being happy to enjoy the cake, since it is a favorite of mine.

The next afternoon, I got a call that Grandma was on her way to the hospital. She had had a heart attack and passed away that day. Little did I know that my brief visit the day before would be my last with her. I took great comfort in jealously protecting and slowly consuming the rest of my cake over the next several days. I was so sad, but knew in a very tangible way how much my grandmother loved me.

And now, whenever I make chocolate cake, I think of my grandma. I made it for Virginia on her second birthday, which was the day after Mother's Day and right in the middle of James's prelims and basically not on a very convenient day for anyone. But I let her stay up late and made her a chocolate cake because it was important to me to express my love for her in that way. I made it for a close friend's birthday, even though it was a few weeks after the birthday, because I wanted her to know how much I care. And I made chocolate cake for my sister's birthday last summer, despite being tired and pregnant and husbandless for a few weeks. Because she loves chocolate cake as much as I do, and I love her.

So, if I ever make you eat chocolate cake with me, know that it's because I care. I'm passing along a legacy from my grandma and I'm trying to tell you that I love you. Or, at the very least, you'll know that I needed to feel loved and now I need someone to save me from consuming all those calories!

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Destination: Illinois

Along with my real job come vacation days. It's kind of surreal, but I felt like we ought to take some vacation to take advantage of all these paid days off I get. So, we planned a trip we've really been meaning to take ever since we moved to Wisconsin.

We headed Southwest toward Iowa and the Mississippi River. As it happened, we took our trip toward the end of peak leaf season in Wisconsin, which means we saw a lot of beautiful leaves on our drive. Here is the view as we crossed the Mississippi to Dubuque.

I don't seem to have captured it photographically, but we really liked Dubuque. It's actually quite the picturesque little city on the river with lots of lovely red brick buildings. We thought the same thing about Burlington, Iowa, when we were there the next day. Iowa is much more charming than I would have thought.

Because we wanted to maximize on opportunities for the kids to sleep in the car, we didn't leave until around 4pm. After dinner in Dubuque, we put everyone in pjs and Thomas obligingly went to sleep. Scout stayed awake to the bitter end and asked a lot of questions about Barack Obama and Mitt Romeny, since we were listening to the Presidential Debate while we drove. She also read at least thirty books to herself (really), notwithstanding the dark, and generated a huge pile of books, of which she was immensely proud. We finally arrived in Nauvoo around 10pm and spend far too long convincing the kids they could sleep in this new place.

The next morning dawned absolutely beautiful. This is the view from our hotel room window just before the kids and I headed out in search of breakfast. Food options are not plentiful in Nauvoo, Illinois.

 It was gorgeous, but if you're thinking "Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning," you're right. The morning was pleasant and we walked around Nauvoo seeing Joseph Smith's original house, the blacksmith shop and the cobbler's house.

I even got in a little photo op with Thomas when he'd had enough pioneer handicrafts. But then, the weather changed, things turned cold, and it started to rain.
  One of our major goals in Nauvoo was for James and me to be able to attend the Temple. So on each of the days we were there, while one of us did the nap thing with the kids, the other attended the Temple. It was lovely.
 That night, we went off in search of somewhere to buy diapers and ended up driving through a torrential rainstorm. We ended up in Burlington, Iowa, having dinner at an Italian place that we just happened onto. It's called La Tavola, and you should definitely go there if you're ever in the area and hungry. It was fabulous and well worth the extra drive. We had the most wonderful waitress, who brought us a plate of ritz crackers and cucumber slices for Thomas and a free cannoli because of his birthday being the next day. The food was wonderful and there was so much of it that we ate it for lunch then next day too. The highlight of it all came after we gave Thomas some of the gelato we were all sharing. When it was gone, we gave him the bowl and he put it up to his face and started licking the bowl. That boy loves his ice cream!

Virginia's favorite part of the trip was the wagon ride behind the horses. We'd been promising the entire time that she'd get to ride in the wagon, so she was thrilled when Thursday morning's first activity was the promised horse ride.
 Virginia had a bit of an obsession with Joseph Smith's potty the entire time we were there. We talked a little about outhouses and a lot about potties, since we're always looking for an opportunity to solidify her bathroom progress. She had no accidents the entire trip! And even got to use "Joseph Smith's potty," which was really the missionaries' bathroom in the cobbler shop just because the nice elders were concerned she might not make it to the public restroom. In recognition of this wonderful potty training time of our lives, we took a commemorative shot of this outhouse, though she did not make any use of this particular bathroom.










Every time it started raining, it seems, we would drive down to the river and look at the pioneer crossing. It wasn't even that cold, but it was windy and unpleasant and I kept thinking of the Saints leaving to cross the plains in the winter.



The day remained cold and rainy, but we still saw plenty of beautiful leaves,



and a lot of fun shops and houses,

and lots of views of the Temple. It hadn't been rebuilt yet last time I was in Nauvoo, so I enjoyed seeing how prominent it is on the hill for all the city to look to.


Another big promise on the trip was that we'd get to go to the bakery and eat cookies. It wasn't quite as warm as we'd hoped, but it did make Scout happy to see all the little cookie cutters and get her own little gingerbread person.



Following dinner at the Nauvoo Hotel Buffet (may I just say that if anyone ever opened a restaurant with really good food in Nauvoo, they might just make a lot of money--but there are lots of places with really a lot of food in Nauvoo and I suppose that counts too), we headed back to our hotel for a little birthday celebration.

There were gifts, which Virginia was very eager to help Thomas utilize.

The truck was such a hit that Virginia nearly immediately started requesting one for her birthday.
And, of course, there was cake. We found some cupcakes at the local bakery (my favorite eating establishment in Nauvoo).  Thomas was pretty excited about the candle on his cupcake,
and really excited about the frosting.
Unlike his sister, who didn't care much about sweets at all at her first birthday, he loves them!
I hadn't thought really thoroughly about the implications of giving a one year old a cupcake while he's sitting on the floor of a hotel room that you're trying to keep in decent shape. I may have spent some time with a rag and the carpet when the cupcake portion of the evening was through.
For ice cream, we all moved into the bathroom, where things are much easier to clean. We couldn't not have ice cream after Thomas's excitement for it the night before.
I might feel bad that half of his birthday celebration happened in the bathroom, except that it's probably his favorite room. We finished it all off with his favorite activity, a bath. There was abundant splashing.
This kid loves to be wet even more than he loves to eat.
The next morning, we packed everything up and continued on our tour of Illinois. We headed south and crossed the Mississippi one last time to visit Hannibal, Missouri, boyhood home of Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain).
We probably wouldn't have gone, except it was only five minutes out of our way and it's always good for pregnant women and small children to have fun places to stop and use the bathroom. All we did was whitewash the fence, eat lunch and buy gas.
We had a lot of fun with the fence though.

This is my personal favorite. In true Tom Sawyer fashion, Young Tom is supervising the whitewashing. No, we didn't pose it. But, as my dad commented, it's just as it should be.
I enjoyed some of the character of the city and took pictures of the older buildings while we walked around.
As our drive continued we saw a lot of lovely trees and clouds. It was fun to watch a sort of reverse Autumn take place as we drove further south and the trees became less and less colorful and increasingly green.
Because we did so much driving this day, Scout was awake a lot in the car. She wasn't always as entertained by the passing scenery as her parents were. So she made her own fun.






We were pleasantly surprised by her happiness and ability to entertain herself most of the time. Thomas is pretty much always a happy kid and loves the car, and this was no exception. But then, he also took a lot of naps.

Early in the afternoon, we arrived in Springfield, Illinois, at the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum. This was also a great place with lots of dioramas and displays that managed to keep Virginia's attention for a solid half hour. While we were there, she learned about the White House, that Lincoln's kids were hooligans, and what bombs are. In fact, after we left she kept talking about having put a bomb in the building. No airport trips for Scout in the next few weeks!

After the serious exhibits, we took her to the children's portion of the museum where she got to dress up,


cook food like Lincoln's mom would have done,

and generally enjoy age appropriate entertainment. Thomas just cuddled with Mom. He's not big on the social scene yet where he's in a new place and there is a lot going on.
We stopped to admire the old Capitol where Lincoln gave some of his speeches.
And we went by the Lincolns' home in Springfield. There's a whole street of restored old homes, though we arrived too late to go inside any of them (and the kids probably wouldn't have stood for it anyway).
We enjoyed more gorgeous fall foliage.
walked up and down the street in anticipation of the long drive to Chicago,
and even found an obliging Park Ranger to snap a family photo for us.



At this point, I was having lots of fun taking pictures, but the kids were both nearing the meltdown point. So, we piled back into the car and starting looking for a place to have dinner. There was nothing. We pulled out my iPhone and asked Siri. There was nothing. Springfield is the state capitol, and there was really nowhere to eat. Siri gave us one place that was expensive and didn't look family friendly and another that looked like a dive bar. Period. In the end, we gave up, found the interstate and headed toward the next city, where we found an obliging Cracker Barrel. So, if you're ever traveling through Springfield, Illinois, pack a lunch. Restaurants are apparently not to be found. It was strange.





 After a few more hours, we finally arrived at our hotel in Chicago. There was a small mistake about the hotel room, so we were all in one room with a King bed and a pullout couch. Apparently if you call Marriott specifically asking whether their suites are one room or two and they assure you that you will have two separate rooms with a wall and a door that shuts in between, it doesn't actually mean that you'll get two separate rooms. Fortunately, it was 10pm at this point and I basically wanted to go to bed anyway. So, after enjoying the view for a few minutes,
and coaxing both children away from the window (made me nervous every time!) and into bed,

we sent James off with his friend who happened to be in town to attend the BYU-Notre Dame game the next day and retired for the night.

In the morning, we enjoyed the view some more. I love admiring the Chicago architecture!
Then we checked out and headed to the Shedd Aquarium. Both James and Virginia love fish, and Thomas appears to be headed that same direction.
We went with the basic pass, because we weren't sure how long the kids would last anyway, and it was definitely plenty for our family with kids as little as ours. I did feel a little bad that we refused to pony up the extra cash for the Jellies exhibit when Virginia kept coming back to this little window of Jellyfish and staring and staring and refusing to leave.
Still, we saw a lot of cool things, and enjoyed some fabulous views of the city. As luck would have it, the weather was completely gorgeous, so it was a great day to be out and about in Chicago. I also recommend eating at the Aquarium if you're ever there. It's a little pricey, but that's where we found the great views, and the food was wonderful.
When we left, we noticed that the line was ridiculous. More words of advice on the Aquarium, go in the morning! It's much less crowded and the wait is much more reasonable. Also, you can avoid this line entirely by bringing a stroller (why would you not, with small kids?), because then you get to use the handicapped entrance, which has another (shorter!) line entirely.
Our destination on our next Chicago excursion: The Field Museum
With the children once again showing signs they'd had enough, we piled back into the car and headed home. It was a bit of a tough drive for Scout.

But she eventually caved in and slept, during which time Thomas seized the opportunity to grab her precious sheep. He has his own puppy, which he adores, but he knows there's something great about the sheep and he takes it anytime he can get his hands on it.
At long last, we arrived back in beautiful Madison, where basically all of the leaves were gone from the trees. Still, we were glad to be home and back in our own beds.
Possibly the best part is that we got home Saturday evening, so everyone got a decent night's sleep and we had all of Sunday to recover from our vacation before diving back into real life with work and school. The rest of this year's vacation time will be spent doing things around the house to prepare for baby number three. But I'm glad we took the time for our first real family vacation.