Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Christmas

It's late February and I am finally posting about Christmas.  Long and short of it- I'm lazy.

At the Jones Family Reunion in mid December, Michael got to meet Santa Clause for the first time.  He wasn't quite sure what to think, but forgave us for the awkward sit on a stranger's lap after he saw that Santa had given him a flashlight.


He loved it (Jeff  Santa chose very well and found a flashlight with a red light on one end and a blue light on the other).  He spent the rest of the day playing with it and it's still one of his favorite toys.


2012 was our 5 year Anniversary and we wanted to celebrate in style.  So, Jeff and I dropped Michael off at his Grandma and Grandpa Veronin's and flew to Las Vegas.  We stayed at Caesar's Palace and saw "Love," the Circ du Soleil based on the Beatles' music.  We also ate lunch at Bobby Flay's restaurant, Mesa, and had the amazing Goat Cheese "Queso Fundido" appetizer:



I'm a little embarrassed to say that, yes, that is the only picture I took in Vegas.  But it was really, really good...

Anyway, when we got back to my parent's house, we expected to find our little boy happy and well.  Unfortunately, Michael had lost his blankie and burnt his hand on the fireplace while we were gone.  My Dad made sure to prep us for an unhappy child in the car on the way home from the airport by breaking news of the lost blankie before telling us about the burns.  We couldn't help but laugh... not at Michael's misery, but the way my Dad told us.  The blankie was found a little after we got back (he had shoved it behind the unused guest bed in the sewing room, the weenie) and his hand just had a few blisters.  They didn't even keep him from sucking his thumb.

I took a picture of the fireplace where Michael placed his hand instead of the blisters (you're welcome).  You can see his tiny handprint in the soot:


Christmas Eve was great.  After celebrating my big sister, Mary's, birthday with homemade pizza, we had the kids act out the nativity story.  Michael did not want to dress up and would rather not have taken part in the play, but we convinced him by having his mommy, yours truly, toss on an arabic headpiece and play the part of a shepherd with him so he could sit in her lap.


Christmas day was a lot of fun.  I took no pictures of the present opening, cos that's how I roll, but I did get a great picture of the kids eating their Christmas day feast.  Notice Ki's turkey leg:


Random picture of my happy boy:


The day we left, my Dad let everyone shoot the gun he got for Christmas.  And, since it's his house and his land, he set up a target down on the range and let us shoot at it from his balcony:







Obviously, the kids did not get to shoot, but they did have to wear ear protection while the gun was active.  Michael, after our picture, chose to play in the snow with a toy bulldozer.  He was blissfully happy despite having no boots and a light jacket (I'm such a good Mom) and refused to come inside until we bribed him with pizza (or something sweet- I don't quite remember):


In fact, Michael could have cared less that it was winter and snowing and freezing.  His favorite thing to do now at Grandma and Grandpa Veronin's house is to ride the "red race car."  It didn't matter what the weather was doing outside, he asked to go ride it multiple times every single day and was ecstatic when someone agreed to go outside with him so he could play: 





We had a great time visiting my family (although 2 weeks was a bit long for Jeff, poor guy).  Thanks for putting up us for so long guys!

Here are some more pictures of Michael, cos he's just so dang cute:





Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Cyndi the Barber

Short blog post, just a quick update really.

Haircut

I've been really enjoying the short hairstyle I got over the summer, so after Cyndi got a pair of clippers from her good friend Shelly, she went to town on my hair. I LOVE having short hair and should have done this years ago. Next time I'm going to have Cyndi go with the lowest setting instead of the second lowest.


Is That Grandpa?

I know you are all sick of hearing about Michael, but you're just going to have to deal with it. I already gave you the good stuff, so you have no right to complain.

Michael loves going to Grandma and Grandpa Day's house. He loves his uncle Duane and playing with his cousins. He especially loves Grandma's collection of trucks that she keeps just for little boys.

On Sunday, Michael started running up to Grandpa, who'd put him on his lap and Michael would start yelling, "Is this Grandpa? Mommy, is this Grandpa? Look, Michael's got Grandpa!" I had to take some pictures.




Michael Climb The Cat Tree

Here's Michael climbing the cat tree and watching SportsCenter. He's already manlier than I was through high school.




Michael Go Up There

So, Michael woke up from his nap the other day and came down the stairs, pointing at the wall saying, "Michael go up there." I just assumed he was referring to the master bedroom, but it turns out he wasn't. 

I'm really sorry about the crappy pictures. I had to do it fast and wasn't able to let the camera focus as well.

Michael scoping out his climbing surface
He's going for it
 Unfortunately, he didn't quite make it up the wall. 

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Ketchup/Catsup/Catch-up

I am procrastinating a one page paper for my History class and instead decided to catch up my blog in one, giant, picture-filled post.  Jeff, being the wonderful man that he is, has been filling in to make up for my lack of updates and I almost don't want to take over again because I love his posts, but it's time I get these pictures and stories up before I forget everything.

First, a quick stitches update (obviously, Michael is fine, but here are some additional pictures to share).
A picture of the stitches the day after Michael got them:



And Michael's practically invisible scar.  It's the slightly pink line barely covered with hair:


Bear Lake (Late July, Early Aug)

Michael and I went camping at Bear Lake with Jeff's family for their yearly family trip (they switch between Bear Lake and Goblin Valley).  Jeff wasn't able to make it since work was crazy and he couldn't take the time off, but his brother-in-laws were very sweet and helped me put my tent up and take it down (Thank you again Jon and Spencer!)

Michael wanted nothing to do with the lake at first, but eventually warmed up to it and loved running through the shallow areas- fully clothed, of course:



One night I had to make a bathroom run and almost ran into a skunk.  I didn't have my glasses on, so I didn't notice it until it spun around at my approach.  It was about 20 feet away and just looked like a big black and white blur.  I didn't really know it was a skunk until it ran off (as I backed slowly away) without turning around, meaning its rear had been facing me!  I was more than a little freaked out.  Unfortunately, it had run off towards the bathroom, so I sucked it up and peed behind a bush.  We were camping, after all.

When I got back to my tent, I found that my child had completely taken over my side of the blow-up mattress:


Good morning, pillow thief:


We had a lot of fun swimming, collecting shells, and flying kites.  Michael even got to fly a Lightning McQueen kite and only let go of it twice (note: it did not immediately fall when he released the string, so I got to sprint and dive after the escapee -which I'm sure was why he let go twice because it was so funny the first time):

 

Our improvised time-out chair (we seem to need one where ever we go):


The cutest thing about this trip was the great game Michael and his cousin Luke came up with.  They'd run under the flap to our tent's "porch" and run out again as fast as they could and surprise each other:



My favorite moment was when they collided.  I shouldn't say that, but it was absolutely hilarious.  Each kid was on one side of the flap and both ran at the exact same spot.  They both cried for a bit, but eventually went back to their game as if nothing had happened.  Okay, that's not quite true.  They were both a bit more cautious when running under the flap, but that's how you learn, right?

One last Bear Lake story.  This one doesn't have any pictures because it was probably the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me:

Michael, after I put him down for bed in our tent one night, escaped.  I was across the parking lot playing Bang! with the family when Jenna walked up with a crying Michael.  She had been checking on her kids in their tent and heard Michael crying.  He walked out of a bunch of trees clutching his blankie and sobbing for mommy.  I can't even try to describe how horrified and sick I felt.  I thought for sure he was safe in the tent while, instead, he was wandering the campsite.  He could have gotten completely lost and just disappeared.  I had left the zipper at the bottom of the door and he had figured out how to open it.  He even zipped it up behind his clever little self.  It still makes me feel sick to my stomach remembering.  Needless to say, he did not spend any alone time in our tent after that.  When Michael went to bed, so did I.

Visiting the Orrs (Aug)

Jeff touched on this already, but I had a ton of pictures on my camera and wanted to share.  We use my Uncle James's improv show as an excuse to go visit Anne, James, and their awesome kids as often as possible.  Last time we went, we stopped off at Promontory Summit to see Golden Spike National Historic Site and the "choo-choos" there.  We watched the train demonstration and had a blast.

This picture pretty much sums up how Michael felt about the whole thing:

 

He wanted Mommy and Daddy to sit next to him on the choo-choo stairs:



We'll definitely be going back.

Once we got to Kuna, we discovered we were lucky enough to have timed our visit to line up with Kuna Days!  They had a parade and fireworks and a huge vendor area (that we did not visit).  Michael and I joined Anne, Becca, and Sarah for the parade.  Jeff, the crazy, thinks parades are boring.  


I love small town floats:


 We saw horses and cows and trucks and tractors aaaand...

Firetrucks!  Michael was ecstatic:


Until they sprayed us with water:


Thankfully, they were the last thing in the parade so it was okay that Michael decided he was done:


They kind of killed his love for firetrucks for a while.  I pointed out a firetruck on the way home from the parade and Michael just whined and sucked his thumb.  He's fully recovered now and can't get enough of them again.  Huzzah.

I also got a quick picture of Uncle James doing improv:


We love his show (his group is called Chicks n' Giggles and if you ever get a chance, we highly recommend you see them!).  We can't wait for winter to pass so we'll feel safe driving North for another visit.

Visiting the Veronins (Sept and Oct)

We've actually visited my family twice during my no-posting time.  I can't remember which pictures are from which visit, so here they all are.

Michael loves playing with Ki and Tess.  Hanging out with them always encourages him to do new things like climb:

 

and jump:


and go crazy:


Those kids have a blast together:


Jeff and I were invited to learn how to catch,


kill,


pluck (the easy way with a whizbang barrel- they go in feathered,


 and come out clean),


and clean chickens with my dad while they cleared out the bad egg layers in their flock:


 We were also present for my Granny's 75th birthday (Sept) and she let the kids blow out her candles:



Also, now that my parents have their own bees and harvest their own honey, they're a part of the local beekeeper club.  They had a party where honey-based foods competed for rather extravagant ribbons.  They also compared honey and beeswax to see who's was the best and most pure.  My parents came home with a ribbon in each category!  The big winner was my mom's blueberry lavender (honey) cheesecake.  Everyone raved about it:


I just love this picture, so I had to post it.  On the drive home from my family's, Michael got to play the iPad and decided to keep his blankie on his head so he wouldn't lose it.  I laughed really hard when I first noticed and, since I was alone in my car with him, took about 5 pictures over my shoulder in an attempt to capture it:



 Brigham City Temple Open House (Aug)

Michael, baby Daniel, and I had the opportunity to attend the Brigham City temple open house.  Michael's favorite part was the transit bus that shuttled us from the parking lot to the temple:


In fact, he loved the bus so much, that he wanted nothing more than to get back on it.  He refused to walk and cried the entire time.  The temple was gorgeous, but I couldn't wait to get out and take my dang kid home.  This picture is about how the whole adventure went:


Of course, as soon as we got back on the bus, life was good again.

Haircut (Nov)

Last, but not least, Michael got yet another haircut.  I love to post these just because I'm always amazed at the difference a haircut makes.  I always let his hair grow out far too long, but haircuts are such a battle that I put them off as long as possible.

Before:

 

After:


Sorry about the length.  Hopefully I'll never let myself go so long without posting again.  No guarantees, unfortunately.  Love you all and thanks for bearing with me!  :)