Thursday, October 30, 2008

So, maybe I lied...

But it was only so you wouldn't worry. My egregious untruth? That Sammy was better. Because, not only was he not completely symptom free from his croup, yesterday he was diagnosed with pneumonia, which, while it's kind of a fun word to spell, is not nearly so fun to have in your household. He would appear to be a sassy, energetic kid with a cough, but x-rays prove otherwise. Just the cough part, not the sassy--that's permanent. What's that? Why, yes, it is the number one cause of death for children under 5 worldwide, thanks for asking. What's that? Yes, of course I'm terrified to sleep and not watch him. I almost crawled in bed with him last night for that reason. Then I thought, "The only thing worse than a child with pneumonia would be a mom with pneumonia." Because then who would finish sewing the Princess Tiger Lily and cowboy costumes (that's right, ladies, I coerced him into being a cowboy instead of Batman--I am so sneaky)? So, every cough last night had me padding across the apartment to his room. Which left me extremely tired this morning. Too tired to fight a three-year old who insists on wearing his swimsuit and can undress himself. My retaliation? Turning up the thermostat to 50 degrees. If you recall from a previous post, we've got heat issues. 50 degrees turns our apartment into a Pergo-floored sauna. Perfect, apparently, for racing matchbox cars all morning.

On the bright side, I might lose some water weight if I stay in this sweltering apartment much longer. Also, we're really getting to know the medical community here, and, hey, who doesn't need more friends? In fact, we get to meet yet another doctor tomorrow. I'm just a girl who likes to be involved. : )

Thankfully, no one else seems to have so much as a sniffle, including much-loved-on Little Red (whose alias I need to change since his hair isn't red anymore). Anyway, thanks for thoughts and prayers. Love ya.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

In the Interest of Keeping in Touch

I have a Sprint cell phone, and wanted to know who else has Sprint/Nextel, so that I know who I am lucky enough to chat with for free. You can email me at, or post it here for the world to see. I'll email mine out too, just let me know if you'd like it.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

In a Nutshell

I'm 31 tomorrow. Yep, the 27th is my birthday. Here is a snapshot of my life, at 31.

Josh likes work at Microsoft. I have yet to discover what he actually does for a job.

We had our Primary Program yesterday. Girlie did a smashing job with her part "My family helps me to grow closer to Heavenly Father and Jesus by reading the Book of Mormon and watching church movies."

My stove is possessed and has yet to turn out a really good meal. I'm not kidding. Anything relating to heat here is possessed, really. That includes the thermostat and the water in my shower.

Our walkway is perfumed with the dryer vents from the units above us. It smells wonderful.

Sam Sam the Wild Man has calmed down significantly since we moved here and potty trained himself. He's quite pleasant now. Except that he occasionally threatens to run away. We tell him to write when he finds work. He still loves his little brother just a little too hard. Oh, and he got croup on Wednesday and spent the night in the ER with J because he couldn't breathe. Very scary, but he's better, don't worry.

Little Red is rolling over, is so chubby, and very smiley. And forgot how to sleep. He just started rice cereal, which he loves. Josh tried to feed him a green bean yesterday without my noticing. He forgot he was dealing with Eagle Eye Mama.

My daughter refuses to let me pick out clothes anymore, very sad. She also reported that "Sawyer" in her class loves her and thinks she's cute. I about choked. Even worse, I saw them holding hands and running on the playground. Even worse than that, he has a sort of mohawk. When I told my sister, she laughed hysterically and said, "Your daughter is dating a ROCKER!!!" Apparently my girl is growing up and I haven't exactly figured out what to do about it. Ideas?

I can now find my way to the school, Target, Albertson's grocery store, the library, and church. Any place else is slightly impossible for me. Too many trees blocking my view.

We had our first school activity--a hoe down. It was great. I've never had more fun doing the Electric Slide than with Girlie and Sammy.

It is so beautiful here, it feels like I am on vacation.

I have significantly more white hair than I did even 5 years ago. Josh pointed that out to me in Sunday School. I told him my hair was just shiny.

All said, life is good. My family is healthy, happy, and together. That's what's important to me.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Our First Seattle Adventure

Leslie, I found him. And gave him your love.

Clearly, we had a lot of fun this weekend. First, it was actually SUNNY and gorgeous. Seattle is sooooo beautiful. This whole place makes me feel like I should be carrying a paper grocery bag with fresh flowers and baguettes sticking out. It's just that romantic. We went to Pike Place Market down by the waterfront. It is a historic place, full of charm and flavor. There were fresh fish on ice, bunches of fresh flowers (the bouquet I'm holding was only $8), all kinds of produce. We enjoyed a couple bags of salt water taffy. We also spent a nice time at IKEA before heading to Snoqualmie Falls (okay, truth be told, we ended up at the falls by accident). They were really spectacular. The fall colors are breathtaking. This weekend was the first moment that I said, "Okay, I'm really glad we moved here." Then on Sunday, we got to hang out and feast on Chinese food with one of my best friends/BYU roommates, Aubrey and her family (who just happens to have moved here a couple weeks before we did). It was a complete blast and our kids had so much fun together. How lucky we are!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

I've Been Tagged

by my friend Chris. I guess that she thinks that because she took over my calling, I now have oodles and scads of time to sit at my computer and write about myself. : ) Okay, so it's kind of goes.

4 Things:

4 Jobs I have had:
1. Preschool art teacher--taught classes for 4 summers. What a blast!
2. I was a waitress in a cute little coffee shop. Back then I wore short skirts, but had the gams to go with them. ...ah, those were the days...
3. I was a legal assistant. Kind of. Not sure of my actual title, but Atty. Kevin Lake was my 2nd favorite boss ever.
4. Interior designer. I was/am my favorite boss ever, and the job was every bit as fun as you imagine. I am lucky to have picked that field.

4 movies I have watched more than once
1. Titanic. I think I have spent an actual DAY of my life watching that movie (3 hrs x 8 times)
2. Beauty and the Beast
3, It's a Wonderful Life
4. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

4 TV Shows I watch
1. Ugly Betty
2. Lost
3. Grey's Anatomy (Derek Shepherd, I'm still looking for you)
4. The Office

4 People who email me regularly
1. Pottery Barn Kids
2. Restoration Hardware
3. Doctor Dictionary (word of the day)
4. Josh Elvidge (maybe he just feels sorry that no real people email me regularly)

4 favorite foods
1. Cheesecake
2 Chocolate (which, incidentally, I haven't had since I figured out that it made Little Red scream all night)
3. Mexican food
4. Fruit

4 places I want to visit
1. Prague
2. Italy--all of it
3. Ma Valley, China--birthplace of my maternal grandparents
4. Boston. I think I should probably visit before I move there someday.

4 things I look forward to in the next year
1. Moving into a new house. Not that I don't appreciate an apartment with housekeeping service... it's just...
2. Losing the last bit of baby weight.
3. Exploring Seattle
4. Simplifying. That was one of my goals for 2008 job...selling a house...moving to Seattle... I'll try again in '09.

4 things I like about my Hubby
1. What a fantastic dad he is. He loves the kids so much, and is so fun and crazy. No one really sees that side of him.
2. He is so even keel, and it balances me out nicely. I'm a little crazy.
3. He humors me. Not every husband would let his wife paint walls red just because it is Christmas.
4. He makes me laugh every day. And I've learned very good negotiating skills from him. ("Okay, I will clean up the potty accident, if you will...")

4 friends (TAG, you're IT!)
1. Amy Rhoades
2. Laura Finlinson
3. Sarah Ringer
4. Hannah James

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

So, it's raining....again....

They are not kidding about the rain here in Seattle. Really, they're not. It has rained sometime during the day, every day, since we arrived. And may I point out a few things about the rain, and about Seattle life in general, so far.

First, among the other things not brought, or to arrive shortly--our umbrellas. Oh no, you might think. Whatever will you do? Not to fear. Umbrellas are apparently not needed here, despite the constant moisture. People walk around in the rain as if they're not being pelted by little droplets. Now, to be fair, they do walk a bit faster. But still no umbrella. Maybe living here long enough makes you impervious to the rain. I actually think I might get a few stares and odd looks if I were to use an umbrella. So, that's weird.

Next, the rain, while making me somewhat less energetic, makes me want to bake. Bread, cookies...anything delicious and warm, really. And since we are apparently in for 160 days of rain a year, the next time you see me I may be much, much bigger and trudge around in the rain...eating cookies...not very energetically.

Also, I could have saved quite a bit of cash in not shipping wardrobe items that were non-black or grey. I am not kidding. It's all people seem to wear here. Which actually makes me want to wear ORANGE, despite the fact that every bit of my skin tone begs me not to, just to freak people out. It's especially interesting, given the stark contrast between the drab clothing and incredible brilliance of the fall colors out here.

When we decided to move, our neighbor said, "I thought you guys didn't drink coffee." J said, "We don't." Said the neighbor, "Well, you're going to have to start if you're moving to Seattle, Starbuck's headquarters!" Now, I'm not saying that I'm going to start drinking coffee. I may, however, take a cue from the black-and-grey-wearing folks out here and use a disposable coffee cup as, not a drink, but an accessory. I am so not kidding, it's like "Okay, earrings, shoes, coordinating handbag, coffee cup. I'm good to go." Maybe it looks smart and sophisticated. Maybe it makes their hand feel important.

Anyway, I'm off for more Northwest adventures. Leslie (and any other Grey's fans), don't worry, I'm keeping my eye out for Derek Shepherd everywhere I go.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

So, how was your trip????

Fantastic, thanks for asking. Really, the plane ride couldn't have gone better (aside from the inevitable circus that we were getting through security). Thanks, mostly, to the kindness of patient strangers and Barbie doll-looking flight attendants. The kids did very well on the plane. Little Red just slept, aside from the couple blanket-less nursings he had (I had conveniently checked all the blankets and forgotten to pull a blanket out). On the plane we feasted on cashews, fruit snacks, gum, and cheese crackers. The string cheese which I bought that morning, specifically for the plane ride, is still in my fridge. At home. The same place the extra binkys are. As well as Girlie's backpack full of special things for the flight, Little Red's Halloween baby chick costume, my swimsuit, important documents, our home plans, the Seattle brochures I grabbed on our house-hunting trip, and a slew of other semi-important things. All things that are not here. Other things that are not here? Clothes. I am not kidding. I shipped all of our clothes earlier in the week, so we came with the clothes on our back. Last minute (read: 'almost forgotten') things made it into my plane luggage, so I've got plenty of clean socks, jammies and "under-things". Oh, and Riley's favorite outfit (the one I told you about, Amy): a hideous concoction of an 80's style mesh jersey, swimming trunks and light up snow boots. That made it here safely. Phew. Which brings me to my next dilemma. I am about to be a Sabbath breaker. I did, in all fairness, try my best to go get some church clothes at Target last night. But when you race in the door 5 minutes before closing time, they don't smile at you. I looked around as fast as I could, but didn't even find a shirt to go with the skirt I had in my hand, let alone clothes for all the kids. So I hung it back up and met J empty handed. Luckily, church doesn't start until 1. For a nanosecond, I considered just not going to church today. It seemed too inappropriate to attend in our stinky travel clothes and I didn't want to have to shop on Sunday. Then I thought of the faithful Saints in the Ensign who travel 5 hours on foot through jungles and dusty roads to get to church, and hung my head.

This is two hours later.

So, I bought Sunday clothes for my entire family. There. Judge me if you will.

In other news, let me tell you about our apartment. It smells. Strongly. Of curry. And, according to J, it is a million times better than it was before he spent a small fortune on air freshener. So, he put in a request that they (the apt. people) figure out something with this smell. When we got home from church, there was a note from them on our table that read "The smell I smell is curry." That's it. It was so funny. We've been quoting it all day. Anyway, our apartment is pretty big, three good-sized bedrooms and two baths. It's an older, updated apt. New flooring, cabinets, fresh paint, but I can still see the dark wood doors through a big chip in the new paint. The furniture is really nice, but even so, it reminds me of Pelican Cove apartments where J and I lived when we first moved to St. Louis, 6 1/2 years ago. It kind of makes it seem like the rest of our life has just been a dream--except now I can't figure out where these three kids came from.

Monday morning. I've GOT to publish this before it drags on any longer. Church was fine. Not as good looking as my old ward, but still friendly. : ) I crashed at 7:00 last night (in all fairness, it was 9:00 to my body). Okay, I'm out. My sweet St. Louis friends, I miss you. A lot.