Wednesday, August 29, 2012

The Pirate Princess

It has been a whirlwind two weeks. Lots of preparations, schedule changes, and moving/shifting things around. I cleaned out my craft room moving most of my supplies into the closet and my sewing machine into the family room. It is a good thing there is such a big closet in that room. I've also been going through all Jackson's old clothes, washing blankets and sheets, and setting up the nursery.

We are so excited to meet are new little bug in just a few weeks. So far the pregnancy and baby are perfectly healthy (although I feel much more exauhsted this time around).

I haven't really had a nesting feeling yet but I have been inspired to sew lately. I haven't gotten around to my baby stuff list yet but I did make a few dresses for Elizabeth per her request (PINK) of course.

 Pretending to be Pirates in her Pirate Princess Dress
 So sad Lizzy didn't want to take a picture with him.
 Beautiful girl.
We are still working on the potty training issues with Elizabeth. It really has been a give and take process. Some days she goes all day in the potty other days it is accident after accident. I have been thinking about it a lot lately and have come to the conclusion that I need to go with the flow and let her make the moves and decisions. From past experience I can tell you forcing potty training is not the answer and just leads to frustration on both parts. I am sticking to my guns and keep telling her she doesn't get to go to Joy School until she is completely potty trained. It starts in 2 weeks so we will see how she responds.

I do have to say I have been incredibly grateful lately of their relationship with each other. They have been playing together so well lately it makes me excited to bring a new little person into our lives.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Let's Get Brave

We are a little costume crazy in our house. At first it was only Jackson but lately Elizabeth has really gotten into it as well. I love watching their little imaginations run wild, with all the dress up clothes and the adventures they take in them. Jackson really likes to label his clothing for specific purposes. For instance the other day I was wearing my BYU t-shirt (one of the only shirts that will still fit over my belly). He went to his room and made Elizabeth put her BYU shirt on and then he put his on. He then told me that he was also wearing his BYU shorts and BYU flip flops (they don't say BYU anywhere on them BTW). He really cracks me up.
 We started gymnastics classes last week. I thought it would be a good way for Jackson to learn to spend time away from me and explore some activities outside his box of comfort. I knew Elizabeth would love it right from the start and it would be great for her to get her energy out.

She walked right in and joined the group from the first moment. Learning to hula hoop, balanced walking across the balance bean, and following instructions. NO FEAR!

 Jackson was much more hesitant. It took me 20 min of a 45 min class just to get him to try what the kids were doing. Once he got started he loved it of course. Bear crawling across the planks and jumping by himself along the huge trampoline into the foam block pit.

 It will be a work in progress but I think once we have gone a few times he will get better. I know they both enjoyed it once the class got started. They were running around the house doing somersaults and balancing on everything all day after we got home.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Seattle 2012 and a short biography

From California to cold Seattle...or so we thought. We spent the next 10 days in Seattle and it only rained 2 of the 10 days. THAT IS UNHEARD OF!! We were so lucky weather wise with most of the week sunny and 75+ degrees. Unfortunately Brandon could not join us so it was me and the kids. We spent the week visiting friends and family, enjoying the sites, and playing with fireworks. I love Washington in July. There is no other place that I have lived where the 4th of July lives up to what it should be. TOTAL FIREWORK CHAOS! We started the day by visiting the Mitchell's who I haven't seen in 3 years. There were about 10 kids running around their house playing, and Jackson and Elizabeth thought it was heaven. A baby pool and so many new friends. We chatted on the deck in the warm sun for over 4 hours before heading home to a family BBQ complete with burgers and smores. We also got the fireworks started with some little kid stuff like pop-its, smoke bombs, fountains, and my favorite the tanks. Jackson was right in the mix, using the punk to light the fireworks. A kid after my own heart. Finally when it was dark we headed down to the lake for the big show. We brought some of our own shells but mainly just enjoyed what the lake veterans had to offer. You will never see more fireworks at one time in your whole life.  I think I looked like a bobble head doll scanning the lake for all the fireworks. Elizabeth kept saying, "Mom that was the biggest boom." Then a minute later, "No mom that was the biggest boom." By the end of the night the kids were beat and went straight to bed (around 11:00pm).

We spent lots of time with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Adam. Visiting the Seattle zoo, Seattle Waterfront, and Pike Place Market. I love Seattle and the people busy, going about their days. We saw the new great wheel on the waterfront that was really amazing to see, HUGE, but the line was too long to take a ride. I think the kids favorite part was a fish sculpture outside the aquarium that they climbed for pictures.

We also took a trip out to the canal to visit my grandparents. My grandma was still in the rehab home getting better from her broken leg so we stopped by the house first. It is so relaxing there, quiet and laid back. I had a great time watching the kids explore the yard and all my favorite activities I enjoyed as a child. They played in the fountain, found crabs on the beach, played hide and seek in the gardens, played the organ, and sat for pictures with my grandpa's statue. It brought back so many memories for me and was a perfect flashback to my dad. His spirit is so strong there, I spent the day soaking it up and remembering my childhood with him. We stopped by for a short visit with my grandma after that and headed back home.

The last day of our trip we visited grandpa John. I miss him so much. He has a heart like mine, only 61 years apart. We sat on the patio discussing his life in the war and his courtship of my grandma. I just love talking to him because there is so much experience and wisdom in his stories. A few things we talked about that I want to write down:

The Tuskegee Airmen. He was an instructor for them. They were affectionately called Eleanor's boys. He talked about how they wanted to share the bathrooms with the white airmen and when the airforce allowed it, all the white airmen went to the gentlemen's locker room at the golf course nearby. My grandpa never understood that.

We also talked about his training. He learned how to fly over 7 different types of airplanes throughout his career. One of which was during WWII and he actually carried an H bomb, although he never thought he would use it and fortunately he was right. He flew the plane that lead the approach during the Cuban Missile Crisis as well. During WWII he said they would fly from Maine all the way around the world to California in 48 hour shifts during the high alert periods.  He has lived all over the world including: Maine, South Carolina, Florida, California, Arizona, Germany, Australia, Guam, and New Guinea.

He talked about courting my Grandma who is no slouch herself. She met my grandpa in high school and used to ride home on his handlebars of his bike. They would go out to the movies for 25 cents each. Then to the diner for ice cream another 25 cents. My grandpa would make $1/day at the paper mill and $4 a day during the summer when he worked as a caddy on the golf course. He joked that if the girl wanted a banana split at the diner he knew he was ordering a coke for 10 cents for himself. He loved my grandma but left for the air-force right after graduation. He said he knew he wanted to be a pilot because one day in town there was a plane that the kids could climb into during a fair one year. As soon as he climbed in he knew he wanted to fly one. My grandma went to business school for 2 years and received her degree. Then when my grandpa returned they were married. I admire their relationship so much. They were married for 66 years before she died and he still misses her so much every day. 12 kids, 2 countries, 5 major moves, and their love stayed strong. I can only hope my life will be as blissful (chaotic and difficult) but happy as theirs. I hope that I will have many more opportunities to talk with him in the future but if I don't I want to make sure to document what I know now before I forget it.

We had a wonderful time, and I am grateful that my family allowed us to take over their lives for a few weeks.