and something better than what you are probably seeing on the news today:
Monday, October 31, 2011
Halloween and a little goodie
We dressed up as Baby Einstein and his nerds for Halloween (the DMU Halloween party and our ward's Trunk or Treat) and I think we all pull the look off nicely.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Ellis, 8 months
We took these after I did some family pictures for some ward friends, We only got a couple, cause it was kinda cold and we were in a hurry to go get some chinese food!
But he's pretty photogenic.
Also, I'm not really one for cheesy songs, but this one is pretty sweet and so is the video. I love the message too.
"The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude."
--Joseph B. Wirthlin, "Come What May, and Love It", Ensign, Nov 2008, 26–28
But he's pretty photogenic.
Also, I'm not really one for cheesy songs, but this one is pretty sweet and so is the video. I love the message too.
"The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude."
--Joseph B. Wirthlin, "Come What May, and Love It", Ensign, Nov 2008, 26–28
Monday, October 24, 2011
pics from a cell
here are some pictures from the last week taken from my phone!
about 20 minutes after the crybaby video from last post, go figure.
med students listening to heart sounds on the dummy simulator. about as nerdy as it sounds.
damon, who doesn't drink soda, came home with this last thursday night. i don't even drink 52 ozers! he had a test the next day and studied all but 2 hours that night.
and then later friday we went on a date! ellis and damon loooove their fro-yo!
at church yesterday, working on our carni skills while staying hydrated!
in other news this past week, our oven broke, ellis is closer to actual crawling (right now he gets around by doing a sort of butterfly stroke across the floor), damon keeps rockin' the school stuff, and i am making big plans for thanksgiving/christmas season... and missing utah.
about 20 minutes after the crybaby video from last post, go figure.
med students listening to heart sounds on the dummy simulator. about as nerdy as it sounds.
damon, who doesn't drink soda, came home with this last thursday night. i don't even drink 52 ozers! he had a test the next day and studied all but 2 hours that night.
and then later friday we went on a date! ellis and damon loooove their fro-yo!
at church yesterday, working on our carni skills while staying hydrated!
in other news this past week, our oven broke, ellis is closer to actual crawling (right now he gets around by doing a sort of butterfly stroke across the floor), damon keeps rockin' the school stuff, and i am making big plans for thanksgiving/christmas season... and missing utah.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
they don't tell you
they tell you how tired/pukey/swollen/fat you'll get when you are pregnant.
they tell you how horrid the pain during birth is.
they tell you how you'll never sleep again, never have me time, never do your hair, never wear clean clothes.
they tell you how much you'll love the little crying thing.
they tell you that you'll take a billion pictures and think he's the greatest thing since the crock pot.
they tell you you'll never be the same.
they don't tell you you'll never be the same.
you'll never have another worry-free day.
you'll have the worst anxiety of your life- bank robberies, rear endings, leaving your baby in the car, kidnapping, peanuts! those nasty peanuts! don't even mention honey! the quickest exit of the grocery store in case a suicide gunman enters- can i hide with my baby in a trash can? what will i do to keep him quiet? what if we get stuck in a snowstorm in our car for 11 days? what will i diaper him with?
you'll never be able to cook a decent dinner in peace again.
you'll never walk through target quietly and blissfully again. if, on the off chance, your baby isn't with you, you will be paying bills on your phone, looking for something for said baby, hurrying through to get back home to him, texting whoever has him to send you a picture of him...
you will beg for your baby to crawl, get into stuff, anything, just to stay occupied. unplugged cords? fine playthings. you said you'd never do that. you said the same thing about mickey mouse clubhouse.
you'll get more ridiculous unsolicited advice/glances/scowls than you could have imagined.
you'll forget the last time you took a shower. or you won't care.
this isn't even to mention all the weird things that will happen to your body. don't even get me started on that.
they don't tell you how hard it is. how hard it is to wonder if he's so whiney because it's something you are doing? not giving him enough attention? spoiling him? comforting him too quickly? not quick enough? is he hungry or overfed? tired? sleep too much?
why
won't
he
just
be
satisfied
playing on the kitchen floor with the 15 cooking utensils and 10 pieces of tupperware i scattered for him to play with. not to mention the mound of cheerios. (there is another mound of puffs on the living room floor. those damn puffs, they are so mildly tasty to budding taste buds)
i was supposed to bring soup for the 'feed the students' junk at damon's school tonight. last time, they ran out of food. this time they IMPLORED us all to make tons of food.
i made about 4 quarts of chicken and rice soup (pioneer woman).
it took me the whole day, because Ellis screamed from the kitchen floor. fine when i pick him up. i set him back down with new toys. scream. pick up. happy. set down. scream. repeat repeat rinse and repeat.
finally i just let him cry. in the meantime i eat 5 cookies. drink chocolate milk. decide i am going to sonic. eat chocolate covered power berries (whatever those are, trader joes).
they just don't tell you how frustrating some days will be.
he's asleep in his crib and he looks so cute, it's like labor- you instantly forget the screaming and the pain and annoyance and hard work and huffing and puffing. you want to do it instantly again.
i consider pulling him out of his crib to hold him, his cute little breath blowing on me.
only about 4 people even ate my stupid soup. i have all of it in my fridge.
those stupid feed the student dinners. i'll never cook for one again.
they don't tell you you'll have 'one of those days' more often than you anticipate. and that you'll go to bed ready and willing to do it all over, excited to see his face in the morning, sure of yourself that tomorrow is going to be such a great day.
ah, the juxtaposition that they just never tell you.
they tell you how horrid the pain during birth is.
they tell you how you'll never sleep again, never have me time, never do your hair, never wear clean clothes.
they tell you how much you'll love the little crying thing.
they tell you that you'll take a billion pictures and think he's the greatest thing since the crock pot.
they tell you you'll never be the same.
they don't tell you you'll never be the same.
you'll never have another worry-free day.
you'll have the worst anxiety of your life- bank robberies, rear endings, leaving your baby in the car, kidnapping, peanuts! those nasty peanuts! don't even mention honey! the quickest exit of the grocery store in case a suicide gunman enters- can i hide with my baby in a trash can? what will i do to keep him quiet? what if we get stuck in a snowstorm in our car for 11 days? what will i diaper him with?
you'll never be able to cook a decent dinner in peace again.
you'll never walk through target quietly and blissfully again. if, on the off chance, your baby isn't with you, you will be paying bills on your phone, looking for something for said baby, hurrying through to get back home to him, texting whoever has him to send you a picture of him...
you will beg for your baby to crawl, get into stuff, anything, just to stay occupied. unplugged cords? fine playthings. you said you'd never do that. you said the same thing about mickey mouse clubhouse.
you'll get more ridiculous unsolicited advice/glances/scowls than you could have imagined.
you'll forget the last time you took a shower. or you won't care.
this isn't even to mention all the weird things that will happen to your body. don't even get me started on that.
they don't tell you how hard it is. how hard it is to wonder if he's so whiney because it's something you are doing? not giving him enough attention? spoiling him? comforting him too quickly? not quick enough? is he hungry or overfed? tired? sleep too much?
why
won't
he
just
be
satisfied
playing on the kitchen floor with the 15 cooking utensils and 10 pieces of tupperware i scattered for him to play with. not to mention the mound of cheerios. (there is another mound of puffs on the living room floor. those damn puffs, they are so mildly tasty to budding taste buds)
i was supposed to bring soup for the 'feed the students' junk at damon's school tonight. last time, they ran out of food. this time they IMPLORED us all to make tons of food.
i made about 4 quarts of chicken and rice soup (pioneer woman).
it took me the whole day, because Ellis screamed from the kitchen floor. fine when i pick him up. i set him back down with new toys. scream. pick up. happy. set down. scream. repeat repeat rinse and repeat.
finally i just let him cry. in the meantime i eat 5 cookies. drink chocolate milk. decide i am going to sonic. eat chocolate covered power berries (whatever those are, trader joes).
they just don't tell you how frustrating some days will be.
he's asleep in his crib and he looks so cute, it's like labor- you instantly forget the screaming and the pain and annoyance and hard work and huffing and puffing. you want to do it instantly again.
i consider pulling him out of his crib to hold him, his cute little breath blowing on me.
only about 4 people even ate my stupid soup. i have all of it in my fridge.
those stupid feed the student dinners. i'll never cook for one again.
they don't tell you you'll have 'one of those days' more often than you anticipate. and that you'll go to bed ready and willing to do it all over, excited to see his face in the morning, sure of yourself that tomorrow is going to be such a great day.
ah, the juxtaposition that they just never tell you.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
A little Utah wedding
This last week, we flew to Utah (into Provo! AWESOME!!!) for Tyler (Damon's little bro) and Jill's wedding. It was so nice to go back to Provo, eat at all our old haunts, hang out with Kristi and see Jenn and Kami, and spend some good time with the Demars clan (they just keep growing!). I even got to meet my sister-in-law, Sara, whom I hadn't met yet (at our wedding, only Damon's siblings and one of their spouses were able to come), and her youngest baby, Hayes.
It was the first time that the Demars' were all in the temple together- parents, children, and their children's spouses. (and even one of our 45 nieces and nephews- she is leaving on a mission next month!) It was so wonderful to be together in the temple, to witness such a beautiful sealing, and to take a bajillion pictures.
Ellis, all dressed up in his cardi, ready for a matrimonial party!
Sean and Damon switch kids, waiting for Tyler and Jill to come out of the temple
Damon gets SOMEBODY to sleep...
This one, on the other hand, takes no naps the ENTIRE day...
Luckily he stayed pretty much this happy, till about 7:45 at night.
The new husband and wife!
Isn't her dress so pretty?
Aren't those flowers so pretty? They think so too...
Ellis and his grampy Ted. They actually look a ton alike.
Levi, handin' out his business cards... And Janelle in her sassy pencil skirt
Oh boy...
The Demars family, including 6 of the grandchildren (Eden, Hilary, Taylor, Finley, Hayes, Ellis).
Damon and his siblings and parents
Linda, Ellis, Joe
This is Ellis slobbering all over Joe's face.
Jenna and James
Brand and Sharee and Finnley. Finley. I can never remember how many n's
Heidi and Rick
The much anticipated Demars family wedding songs...
Ellis was basically the star of the show... as usual.
Kristi's child, Rooster. Ellis loved this cat. I think I've never seen a more smashed face.
It was the first time that the Demars' were all in the temple together- parents, children, and their children's spouses. (and even one of our 45 nieces and nephews- she is leaving on a mission next month!) It was so wonderful to be together in the temple, to witness such a beautiful sealing, and to take a bajillion pictures.
Ellis, all dressed up in his cardi, ready for a matrimonial party!
Damon gets SOMEBODY to sleep...
This one, on the other hand, takes no naps the ENTIRE day...
Luckily he stayed pretty much this happy, till about 7:45 at night.
The new husband and wife!
Aren't those flowers so pretty? They think so too...
Ellis and his grampy Ted. They actually look a ton alike.
Levi, handin' out his business cards... And Janelle in her sassy pencil skirt
Oh boy...
The Demars family, including 6 of the grandchildren (Eden, Hilary, Taylor, Finley, Hayes, Ellis).
Damon and his siblings and parents
Linda, Ellis, Joe
This is Ellis slobbering all over Joe's face.
Jenna and James
Brand and Sharee and Finnley. Finley. I can never remember how many n's
Heidi and Rick
me and mine
The much anticipated Demars family wedding songs...
Ellis was basically the star of the show... as usual.
The Demars Family, before the reception (I stole this from my SIL Heather, thanks Heather!), I'm pretty sure the email said we could wear navy or cream... But I either was the only one who felt like cream, or I misread the email...
Trying on hats at BYU, I think I'll get him this for Christmas. maybe his head will be a little bigger.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Just pictures
A few from a couple of weeks ago (some of them from when we were in Texas back in August)
I need to upload and go through our pictures from this weekend and the last week or so, I will try to do that tomorrow, but I wanted to post a few. This little dude is getting so big and funny... He's close to crawling, and he's very vocal! He is so sweet, we sure are having fun with him!
He turned 6 months old in Texas, so we had a little hotel room photo shoot in Fredricksburg right before Opa's funeral...
6.5 months, learning to sit up... as you can see, it wasn't going well...
A little better at it now!
Just hanging out with dad, playing the guitar, enthusiastically.
I need to upload and go through our pictures from this weekend and the last week or so, I will try to do that tomorrow, but I wanted to post a few. This little dude is getting so big and funny... He's close to crawling, and he's very vocal! He is so sweet, we sure are having fun with him!
He turned 6 months old in Texas, so we had a little hotel room photo shoot in Fredricksburg right before Opa's funeral...
6.5 months, learning to sit up... as you can see, it wasn't going well...
A little better at it now!
Just hanging out with dad, playing the guitar, enthusiastically.
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