A million redwood trees later...

On our way to California for the summer, Chris and I stopped at his uncle's house in Grant's Pass Oregon.  We stayed for about a week.  Chris's Mumzy and Popsicle (mom and dad) came down as well for a few days.  We had a grand ol' time.  I just love that Grant's Pass.  It's like your typical picturesque all American small town only in gorgeous woodsy mountains.  

The main purpose of this trip was for Chris to shadow his Uncle at work.  Chris wants to get into medical school and his Uncle is an ER Doctor.  Chris would also like to be an ER Doctor so this was the perfect opportunity.  Chris's Uncle Ben (like Uncle Ben from that old church movie...except the kids in that movie were from the 70's so they said Uncle Bin) and his wife Natalie graciously let us stay in their home.  And I got to spend time with their four cute little kidlets.

Highlights from the trip:

1.  When one of the kids (I think Brielle), said Jack looked like Megamind because of his head shape.

Here's a picture of Baby Megamind, and guys, I can totally see it.  Throw some dog-like jowls on that baby and you've got Jack. 

2.  When Chris drew these side walk chalk drawings of Brielle and Levi.  Apparently Levi was very particular about the amount of detail that these drawings deserved.  I think they look adorable.  Oh how I wish I had seen Chris sitting on the drive way, drawing away, taking orders from a disapproving little Levi.

Take note of the detail on Brielle's skirt and Levi's shoes. 

3.  Getting to know Ben and Natalie's kids.  Brielle and Maija rocked harder to Just Dance than anyone I have every seen (seeing Chris's Dad play Just Dance was it's own kind of special).  Levi was so cute with Jack and kept playing peek-a-boo with him. And they all helped me create some sweet awesome owls in Illustrator.  I love the way kids just open up and become your friends so fast.  I wish I had the courage to be more like that.

Here is my name and little me, that Brielle and Maija made out of plato.  

Here is Chris with Levi and Brielle after he commandeered their I-pad.  They were very generous letting him use it.  I would have been like, "You are a grown man!  Get your own electronics!"

4.  Seeing Levi do his super hero kicks.  Guys I don't think you know this, so pay attention.  In a normal kick you only use one leg, in a super hero kick you use both legs...at the same time.  Which Levi demonstrated to me and promptly fell right over.  

5.  Going rafting.  Chris, Ben, Jack and I (Oh and the dog) all went rafting down this majestic river that cut through this canyon.  It was gorgeous...like Pocahontas in "Just Around the River Bend."  Except this was live action.  And instead of Meeko there was Jack in a bright pink life-jacket and instead of the hummingbird there was a Labra-doodle wearing little dog sneakers. 

I might have fallen down a hillside on my way to the raft.  I cut open my hand.  I was already stressing out that Jack was going to fall in the river and drown.  And Jack had been screaming in the car because I had forgotten his bottle. Then, after I fell down I was reminded how un-outdoorsy I am.  And the only thing that got me down that danged hillside was murmuring negative comments under my breath.  But guys...once we were out on the river a ways...I became one with the elements.  Except when we got near any rapids, then I became a Negative-Nancy again.  

But really it was delightful!  And so Gorgeous!  

6.  Our outing to the beach and to see the Redwoods.  The last day Chris's parents were in Oregon we decided to go on an adventure.  We headed to the beach, which is one of my favorite places ever.  I DESPISE the ocean but LOVE the beach.  I know, it makes no sense.  I'm just not a big fan of deep dark fathomless depths and creepy man-eating fish. 

Here are some pictures from the beach:  

So I got bangs...they turned out pretty cute...see...

Just kidding, my bangs make me look like a male wrestler from the 80's right here.

This picture reminds me of Fantasia, when Mickey is conducting the waves. 

Cute little Jack, in a monster hat.

Jack and La-La.

The whole family.

And here are some pictures of us visiting the Redwoods.  These trees are amazing!  So magical.  I want to hollow one out and make it my little summer home. 

Oh look! They come pre-hollowed!

Me and the little Jack-O.  My bangs are looking a little more comely here.

Squished together in my future summer home. 

The youngest of Ben and Natalie's kids.  Little Gretta.

The biggest clover I have ever seen.  Chris called them sour apples or something.  When you bite on them they taste just like a sour green apples.  It was cra-cra bananas.  

A selfie of Jack and I at this little stream we found in the forest. 

Uncle John showing Levi and Gretta something. 

How Chris poses with a tree.

How I pose with a tree.  I was channeling my inner monkey.   

And here are some photos of Jack that have nothing to do with Oregon. 

        

Except this one.  This is Jack wearing Levi's baseball hat.  I love his eyes in this picture.  

This is a picture of Jack's first sink bath at my Mums and Dad's house.

 And this is a picture of Jack the day we were packing up our house in Utah.  Jack was crying all day.  We had just found out he had an ear infection but the antibiotics hadn't really started to work yet, so Jack was in a lot of pain.  He would scream unless one of us was holding him.  Which was hard to do while simultaneously packing and cleaning.  We started taking turns carrying him around in the Baby Bjorn.  Chris put Jack on this railing for a second while he ran out to the car.  And Jack just quieted down.  So we left him there and he swung there for about an hour.

Some of the only smiles we got out him that whole day. 

Before and After...Should have stopped at Before.

So I enjoy me a good before and after.  Ever since my 13 year old self discovered Trading Spaces, I've been hooked on before and afters.  I have spent my fair share of time on youtube looking at videos of people loosing weight....and zits being popped, but's that's a whole different story.  I just love seeing beautiful transformations.  And I recently discovered a website called, http://www.betterafter.net/   This is a website that features a bunch of different interior/furniture renovations.  When I found this website I thought, "This is it...This will be as fun as looking up 'nose jobs before and after'".  Wrong-o.  The problem is, I find that a lot of the time I just think, "Well you should have just left the dang thing how you found it."  Not that these pieces of furniture don't need help...they do.  They are just given the wrong kind of help.  It's like taking a slightly unsavory woman and putting mom jeans on her.  It only makes the problem worse.

I have compiled a few examples.

Maybe the person who did this little makeover was simply colorblind.

 I feel like someone just got a little cray-cray with their modge podge on this one.  I think it would serve the world well if there was a little fairy-modge-mother.  And when people start to modge podge everything in sight, oblivious to what they are doing anymore...the fairy would land lightly on whatever is being defaced.  And then that sweet fairy would gently push the brush away from the modge and simply say, "No darling, it's okay...you can rest now.  Leave this be.  It'll keep.  It'll keep."

Clearly I'm not a huge fan of the whole ombre movement that has swept the nation.  Or at least in the way it is done here.  Sometimes it is ca-ute.  Ca-ute.

After reviewing these pictures, I have come to a conclusion.  I just don't like self-distressed furniture, ombre and anything overly whimsical.  Maybe I'm just a boring old boob (pardon if that word makes you shudder...I just find it hilarious when old people use it in this context and decided to give it a whirl.  And....I liked it.)  I enjoy classic, timeless pieces.  

But guys, you should know that I am sitting in a room filled with overly colorful plastic toys.  And spit up spots dot the very floor I sit upon.  So...I'm not really one to talk.  

Jack at 6 Months

This was the post I was going to write yesterday...before it morphed into The Sappiest Post Ever.  Let's give this post another try shall we?

Let's just jump right into Jack's Top 3's.

Top 3 Cutest Things he does:
1.  He rolls around the floor like a tumbleweed.  So I saw this once in a movie...someone is standing in a room and then the lights go out.  When the lights turn back on, the person is 10 feet closer to the camera.  Then the lights turn out again and when they come back on the person is right next to the camera.  This is how I feel about Jack these days. I'll set him down in the middle of the room.  When I look over he's on the other side of the room.  I have no idea how he got there...he just sort of apparates (HP reference...and if you don't know what HP stands for, you wouldn't have gotten the reference in the first place).  It is most disconcerting.  But when I am looking, it is very adorable to see him flip-flop all over the place.
2.  He has started to blow raspberries when he is bored.
3.  His smiles and babbles still warm my heart.

Top 3 Least Cute Thing he does:
1.  He has taken to peeing through his diaper quite often.  This may have something to do with the fact that sometimes I forget to change it...oops.
2.  Throws little fits when we start to swaddle him and he realizes it's bedtime.
3.  Grabs at and knocks over things I didn't even realize could be knocked over.

Top 3 Likes:
1.  Ice cream. I gave him a taste at Costco the other day and he LOVED it.  He grabbed the spoon and cried till I gave him more.  I'm not a hundred percent certain when it is okay to start giving your child dairy products...but...he seems to have handled it fine.  PAUSE.  So peeps...I just looked up when it is okay to give babies dairy and everything I read said that breast milk is much better for babies than cows milk and has more nutrients.  Seeings as he's never had breast milk...I'm calling it good.
2.  Getting attention and being talked to.  He lights up when people smile and interact with him.
3.  Rolling around the house.

Top 3 Dislikes:
1.  While he does love rolling around the house...he dislikes when he gets caught.  Sometimes he forgets how to roll a certain direction and he gets stuck against walls.  He just buries his head in the ground and cries out in desperation.  It's actually quite adorable.
2.  The car seat.  He did pretty well driving out to California.  But ever since then when you start to unbuckle him from the car seat he pops his hips and tries to get out as fast as he can.  I think he wants to be let out before we change our minds.  I never knew one so young could do such a stellar hip thrust.
3.  As mentioned above...he doesn't like being put to bed.

Top 3 Biggest developments.
1.  Rolling.
2.  He has gotten 2 bottom teeth and we think 2 more are coming in on the bottom.  The top ones are being a little shy.
3.  He has started trying to scoot.

Top 3 Physical Ailments:
1.  So after my post where I obsessed over Jacks head...turns out his sutures aren't fused and we won't even have a helmet child.  Praise be!  Cue the hallelujah chorus.  On a down note, I received some very bad news.  When we were are the craniofacial doctor, the doctor had Chris and I both tip our heads forward.  Then he said in his Indian accent, "His head is shaped like yours."  He meant me...my head.  So it turns out that while I was freaking out over my child's deformed head...I was sporting one of my very own.  Mandi does always call me a Pear Head.  Whenever she draws me, she always draws my head like a pear...complete with stem.  She's even threatened to get a pumpkin stem and affix it to the top of my head.  That should have been my first clue.  So I guess Jack is perfectly healthy...other than the emotional trauma he shall surely acquire from his evil Aunt Mandi.
2.  He had an ear infection.  That was nasty! He was not a happy baby at all.  It peaked the day we were packing up our apartment.  That was a stressful day.
3.  Dry skin...also inherited from me. Let's hope and pray he doesn't inherit my athletic ability as well.  If he does, we are going to have a little wimpy nerd on our hands.

Onto the pictures!

He fell asleep eating.

Chris put his toys in a big circle in the family room.  Jack rolled to each one and played with it in turn.

Jack has spent a large portion of his life doing little crunches.  He wants to sit up so badly.  He tries so hard his little hands just shake from the effort.

 Look at those lashes! He didn't get those from me.

Look at that cute little nugget on the carpet!

Eating his hands, like always.

He often has this crooked expression on his face.  If you look very close, you can see his little teeth poking out.

That is all!  And as Kathi would say...Good day to ye.

The Sappiest Post EVER!

Half a year has gone by since I first saw my little guy.  Half a year since he was placed on me and I was overwhelmed by a feeling of..."What the heck is this little alien covered in?  Get it off of me!!!"  You thought I was going to say love didn't you?  Negative friend, that emotion waited until after the little thing was cleaned up a bit.  But now I love Jack...more than I ever thought I could.

To be honest, I was scared to have a baby.  I was never too fond of the things.  At church and family gatherings when everyone was cooing over the baby, I was hiding in the corner, doing my best to look occupied so I wouldn't be forced to interact with the little slobber-bucket, or worse...be forced to say how cute it was.  Cause I thought all babies were hideous...and let's be honest, all newborns really are.

As I grew up my fear of children only intensified.  Nothing screams birth control like hearing a group of woman talk about what it's like to be a mother.  Their lives sound like a never ending replay of the first hour of any movie about children.  The hour where kids are running everywhere like tasmanian devils, smearing sticky food everywhere, barfing under the table, and flushing precious heirlooms down the toilet.  I felt like women's lives ended the instant those feral naked-mole-rats entered the world.

Fast forward a few years...and I was pregnant with Jack.  And I was about 86% sure I wasn't really going to like him very much.  But around the time I was 7 months pregnant, a change started to occur.  I had expected to feel piercing kicks inside me.  I had heard woman talk about how painful it is to have your child kicking your ribs.  But this didn't happen.  I hated being pregnant but one of the things that kept me going were Jack's little nudges.  I felt his little kicks but they weren't too hard.  They were there when I was hunched over the toilet puking or when I was curled in a little ball crying myself to sleep.  But they weren't bad...it was more like the little guy inside of me was comforting me, reminding me I wasn't alone.  I started to sense his calm little spirit and I started to love him.

 It wasn't until Jack was about 3 months old that I realized I loved him more than I had ever hoped.  He was asleep in the other room and I was thinking about how earlier that day he had been smiling at me.  He had smiled and cooed at me like we were the best of friends.  And then I started to cry, because I was scared.  Scared that I loved him so much.  Scared that I wouldn't always to be able to protect him.  Scared that someday he wouldn't be smiling and I wouldn't be able to help him.  And then I knew that having children wasn't what I thought.  It wasn't a horrible succession of days dealing with a little pest.  It was a wonderful succession of days taking care of one of the things you love most in the world.  They might frustrate you, but you couldn't imagine not having that frustration in your life.  They might keep you up at night...but you would rather hold them while they are crying than be asleep without them in your life.

Jack has been the greatest gift I've ever been given...besides his sexy dad that is.  I know there will be hard times but I know that the Lord gave me enough love for Jack to deal with these times.  I think the Lord gave me a surplus of love for Jack just for good measure...because I was so against the little thing to begin with.

I know Jack is an easy baby...another blessing to ease me into things.  I am so grateful the Lord knew me well enough to send me such a calm sweet little boy.  I'm so grateful for my wonderful life.  It is so much fuller and more meaningful than I could have imagined.  I learned that you need to pay attention to the last ten minutes of those movies...the parts where the little kids are snuggling with their parents being read a bedtime story.  Because that is what being a parent really is.  It's love, not hate.  It's concern and not anger.  That's the important part.  That's the part that really matters the most...I just hope I can remember all of this when Jack is pooping in the dishes and drinking from the toilet.