Thursday, January 27, 2011

6 Months Old

 She got older--again.
Height: 25 3/4 inches (50%)
Weight: 14 lbs. 15 oz. (25%)
Head Circumference: 42 cm (50%)

Well, Miss Samantha May, you are half a year old!  I can't believe it.  You are still the sweetest, best natured baby ever.  Some things about you:
-Still adore your brother
-Laugh at fake sneezes or jumping
-Love to be flying baby
-Hate green beans, but love peas (so far)
-Are getting to like your rice cereal
-Like to try out those chompers when you nurse (big yikes), but then beam at me when I flick your chin and sternly tell you "no".
-Roll like a maniac both ways and have no trouble escaping your swaddle at night
-Have the most squishable thighs ever
-Giggle when we find your neck and kiss it
-Love when Emerson shows you how his trains work.  I can see in your eyes that you are biding your time until you can reach those yourself.
-Adore your father almost as much as your brother.  You beam whenever you hear his voice no matter what you are doing.
-Take 2 naps, sometimes 3 during the day.
-Will finally take a sippy cup since you refuse to let a bottle near you. (Nuk brand.  My salvation.)

You are a sweet silly girl who lights up our lives every day.  If the day is going poorly and I'm feeling frustrated, all I have to do is look at your sweet little beaming face and it all melts away.  Then a thigh squish just seals the deal. :)

Woes of Potty Training

I have long been absent from the blog because I have been potty training.

Oh potty training.

Why does no one talk about how horrible this part of parenting is?  I feel like it's a secret that everyone kept from me until it was too late and I already had offspring.

I was ready to do it when I came back from Christmas vacation, having read a book called Toilet Training in Less Than a Day.  I wanted to have the big picture in my head before I started giving out Starburst and Nilla Wafers willy-nilly.  Well...the book gave me the big picture but was also a huge source of discouragement.  My mom said she used it to potty train me (and I really was potty trained in a day, but apparently that didn't get passed down in the genes to my kids), but she couldn't remember much about it.  My mother-in-law also used it with her kids.  Just to be clear, Mom, this is in no way a poor reflection on you, and I in no way hold you responsible.  The book was a bit laughable since it was first published in the '70s.  Quite politically incorrect by referring to "retarded children" and containing illustrations of women in their house dresses and aprons with the fathers in leisure suits and handlebar mustaches.  But there were quite a few ideas that I liked from the book.

1. The positive reinforcement given shamelessly with candy and sugary drinks that kids love (since you're trying to get them to drink a lot so they wet a lot and learn where it goes) every time you do a dry pants check.
2.  The positive reinforcement for carrying out every action of going to the bathroom.  (i.e. pulling up and down pants, sitting quietly on the potty, emptying the pot into the toilet, replacing the pot, flushing the toilet, and washing hands.)
3.  The gradual weaning of children from treats and praise for going to the bathroom.  (Good in theory, but we haven't reached this point yet.)
4. The consequence for having an accident.  (Practicing the motions of toileting ten times quickly with their wet pants from different locations in the house, then wiping up their own accident and changing their own underwear.)  E really didn't like this, but it was effective because the consequence directly related to having an accident.
5.  Starting out by having the child teach a doll to potty herself.

I think he's really getting the hang of it now, but there have been countless frustrations along the way.  It has pushed the limits of my patience and made me crazy and worn out.  But he knows how to go in the toilet and is so thrilled with himself now that he does.  Yay.  I look like a total maniac as I over-the-top praise him for his small offerings of urine and the other, but it's ok.  I'm a mom now and I have zero pride anymore when it comes to this.
I was thinking before I started how wonderful it would be to only have to buy diapers for one child...and then I realized that Pull-Ups are just as expensive as diapers and we'll be buying those for a little while since he wears them at bedtime and naptime.  But we're on our way.

And Sammi can either choose to be in diapers until she's 7 or she can be potty trained in a day.  Her choice if she wants to be favorite.  The end.

Cleveland

 Over the long weekend with MLK Day, we headed up north to Cleveland to visit our friends from Logan, Jared and Liesl and their cute little girls.  They were such gracious hosts to feed us and put us up for a night.

We had a great time with them reminiscing and playing games.  We headed to the science museum on MLK Day because it was free, and apparently everyone else had the same idea.  It was busy, but still fun. 


E had a good time playing with Bailey and only pushed her out of the way a few times.  (Sorry Bailey!)  Sammi and Kelsey had a good time together with their spastic movements and big smiles.  But of course I was lame and only took these three pictures the whole time.
Monday night we had a quick tour of Cleveland on the way to B Spot Burgers, owned by Michael Symon.  He is one of my favorites from the Food Network, so it was almost a spiritual experience to actually be eating something that he created.  I like to think that he was in the back cooking my burger personally.  I kept watching for him to walk in the door, admire my children, and sit down and have a nice chat.  But alas, my dreams did not come true.  And what would I have said?  "Hi, I'm a Mormon housewife, and I am really good at making funeral potatoes and Crock-Pot concoctions.  But I am the head of our ward cooking club!  Maybe we could swap recipes sometime."
There were some pretty crazy things on the menu like the Vanilla Bean Apple Pie Bacon shake (which was pretty good) and some crazy burgers.  Pretty sure mine was the best.  I had the Philly Witt, which was a philly cheese steak on a hamburger patty.  It was divine.

Thanks again for hosting us guys!  We had a great time and can't wait for you to make another temple trip to Columbus so we can see you.

Friday, January 14, 2011

My BIG Kids

 My kids are big all of a sudden.

 E with Dr. Uncle Mike at his first dentist appointment.  His face tells the story--he was kinda nervous, but is secretly thrilled with his choo-choo toothbrush.
 Sammi acting so big in her highchair.
 Open your mouth...
 Show us that pearly white!
 He will hold her now.
 First time sitting at the big table for dinner.
 Action shots of Candy-and.  He can't get enough.



Big girl in her activity stand thingy.  She loves tasting all the toys.

Things I Never Want to Forget About E

If he's frustrating me by dinking around and being goofy he'll stop, begin obeying and ask while fluttering his eyelashes, "Dat make you happy, Mommy?"

I bought a baby for him to "teach" potty training to (beginning next week) and he found it and said,
"Mommy, you sew dis beebee for me?  Oh fank you Mommy!  She so cyoooot!  Oh she so cozy.  What her name?"
Me: "I don't know, what is her name?"
E: "It's Samantha!"
Then commenced happy trotting over to find the blue stroller.  He carefully laid the baby down so he could unfold it and then asked for help.  When I unfolded it, he carefully strapped the doll in, and carefully pushed her around.  He DOES have a nurturing side!


One day after letting my hair air-dry, E looked at me and said, "Mommy, your hair all crabelly."  (He meant "cravelly" which is a made-up word in my family that should be in the dictionary.  It means a combination of messy, disorganized, frustrated, general not-coming-together of things.  i.e. The sheets upon the unmade bed were cravelled.  or I feel cravelly when the house is messy.)

He adores Toy Story 3 and especially loves the part at the beginning with the runaway train.

He reenacts his Thomas the Tank Engine movies with the exact dialogue.  That means he uses phrases like "Cranky was in disgrace" or "Thomas puffed up to Gordon and pulled him to safety".  He will also exclaim "Bust my buffers!"  He knows the words to the Thomas and His Friends song and will sing it periodically throughout the day.

If you ask him what his name is he'll say "Emerson" but if you ask him what his whole name is he'll say "Emerson Benjamin Christensen TO THE RESCUE!"

He calls the railroad crossing signal a "sing-ding-al".  I can't bring myself to correct him because it's too cute.

I've been trying to teach him to say "No thank you" instead of "No way" but now he's just applied it to a yes answer of "Uh-huh Way" when he wants something.

He still can't say his L's so his sentences sound something like "No Mommy, Eave it uh-own." (Leave it alone) or "Oh no, it's Ost!"  (It's Lost).  The word I've had the most difficulty with is oil.  He was looking for the oil car for his train and said to me, "Mommy, you know where the oyo is?  The oyo is ost!"

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

5 Months

My daughter was apparently very nervous when she turned 5 months.  (It's okay sweetie, I want you to stay little forever too.)
Miss Samantha May is such a joy to be around.  She is still very calm and happy pretty much all the time.  We joke that she expresses what we call "mild annoyance" when she needs to be fed, put down for a nap, or needs to be changed.  She absolutely adores her older brother and just beams at him while her fat little face turns to follow his every move.  He's starting paying more attention to her by giving her rough little hugs and "sharing" her toys, but she smiles through it all just because she's thrilled that someone so cool is paying attention to her.

She loves to roll from back to front and looks very pleased with herself when she makes it to her tummy.  She's a drooling maniac and is getting so good at playing with her toys.  She loves the sound of her own voice and adores her hands and feet.  She has a silly little 5-month-old sense of humor in which any noises made with the mouth, tickling, jumping, or fake sneezing or coughing has her in fits of giggles.
Her mother was delinquent in starting her on rice cereal since we would be traveling and it is kind of a pain, so she started a few days after turning 5 months.  She only gagged a few times.




And...she survived.  I should make her a t-shirt for that.  Or I guess a onesie.

It's so funny thinking back to when we only had Emerson or when we didn't have any kids.  What did we do all the time?  I just can't imagine life without either one of them now and I sort of superimpose them on all previous activities.  Ben and I will be like, "Wait, what did we do with Emerson and Sammi then?  Oh yeah, we didn't have them yet.  Duh."  But I'm so glad we have them now even if they do make me feel worried, frustrated, overjoyed, and content all at the same time.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Christmas Picture Overload

We went home to Utah for Christmas again this year.  We always pack a lot in while we're there and it's always lots of fun!  After 3 weeks of visiting we were really sad to go, but it was nice to get the kids back to their regular schedules and get that dreaded flight alone with the kids over with.

I flew there and back alone with the kids and they did great.  Besides a drunk man on the first flight who thought Sammi was adorable, the flights were pretty uneventful.  The male flight attendant, who was batting for the other team I'm pretty sure, was super helpful when I had to change both kids' diapers and he kept raving about Emerson's "Amazing eyelashes!".  He was great. :)

We hit the "musts" when we're in Utah such as Cafe Rio, Tio's, and Nielsen's Frozen Custard, then we also ate at Hires Big H, Robintino's, Bella Citta, Zupas, and The Art Garden.  We may have also had Red Mango and dropped by Sweet Tooth Fairy once or twice.

Before Christmas, I hung out with my fam and just enjoyed relaxing before the craziness of Christmas started.  I went to lunch with my mom and sister while my other two siblings were in school.  We all headed to breakfast at Kneader's for french toast which was DIVINE.  
I love all the help I get with my kids when I go home.  E can usually convince someone to play trains and Sammi always has a handler ready to step in and hold her. :)  I also made a trip to Costco with my dad.  We are dangerous when we get together.  In fact, when we had been there for a half hour or so we looked at each other and said "Wait, what did we come here for again?  Oh yeah, we're figuring out dinner for everyone."  We ended up with a lot more in our cart than just the stuff to make fajitas.  So wonder no more where my love of buying in bulk comes from.
 On the 19th I flew solo at Ben's family's Christmas party.  They do homemade gifts every year and exchange with the extended family.  It was lots of fun seeing what everyone made for their secret person.  Ben and I both made ties for two of Ben's younger brothers.  I received a handbag and Ben got a tackle box complete with trains inside to entertain E.
When Scott and Ashley flew out from Pennsylvania on the 20th, the boys went to the U of U bowl game since my brother Brad will be leaving on his mission next summer and it will be the last one before then.  That meant the girls got to hang out and make a gingerbread choo-choo with E.  We also stayed up late watching "Meet Me in St. Louis" after making a few delicious treats.  (There were way too many treats around...but that's what Christmas is all about!)
Ben joined me on the 23rd and we headed to the temple that night to do Sealings with his family.  It's always a neat experience, but I also have this nagging fear that I'm going to pass out.  I almost did once or twice when I was pregnant, but I was A-okay this time.

We went to the Christensens' Christmas pageant Christmas Eve morning and did my family's traditional movie and Chinese food for Christmas Eve.  We saw Tangled and loved it and went to Ocean City for dinner.  Then we exchanged sibling gifts and put the very tired kids to bed.

We switched things up Christmas Day and did the morning with my family and the afternoon with Ben's.  The kids got absolutely spoiled by Santa, Grandma and Grandpa, and us.  Luckily we got everything home to Columbus.  E was excited but quickly got overwhelmed with how many fun things there were to play with and was mad we were trying to get him to open more things when he already had some amazing things to play with.  So we let him drift between opening and playing while the rest of us took turns.



 We headed over to the Christensens for Christmas afternoon.  We were able to talk to his brother, Michael, who is on a mission in Mozambique.  The poor kid had to stay up until midnight his time to call and he was the very last one who got to talk to his family.  We played with Ben's siblings and had a relaxing evening.  When we headed back to the Johnsons' house I believe this was the first night that we had a Nerf war.  My dad gave each of the boys a little Nerf gun for Christmas and we ended up getting some more so the girls could get in on the action.  There were overturned couches and eyes that were practically lost, but it was lots of fun.
On the 26th, my mom did a big Christmas dinner when we would all be together.  It was divine, as are most things she cooks.  (Except tuna bunwiches, but those are long gone.  I know Mom...of all the wonderful things you cook, the one thing that I hated lives in infamy.)  After dinner, we headed over to the Christensens' casa to spend a few nights there.

The 27th was family picture day.  We thought ahead and planned it out since it was the last time we'll all be together before my little brother's mission.  Everyone looked great in their black and red and Sammi and E even cooperated beautifully.  He kept telling the photographer "Thanks!" whenever he would arrange his chair and gave him a little footstool.  For some reason he was in the best mood ever after his nap.  We were really thankful for that.  We ended up spending the night at my parents' house and we had to go out looking for some more whistling darts for an epic Nerf war.  Big fun.

On the 28th, we got together with Ben's friends Dan and Ryan and their ladies for lunch and then Ben headed up to his family's cabin for the night.  I got together with my friends that evening for dinner at Market Street Grill and we had a great time reminiscing and gossiping.  It was so much fun to see everyone although we missed the few who ended up not being able to come at the last minute.
 On the 29th Ben came down from the cabin with his fam and went to dinner with them and the kids and I went back over later to stay the night.  We had a good time playing games and making treats with them.

On the 30th Scott and Ashley flew home and we were so sad to see them go!  Emerson kept asking where they went and wondered what they could possibly be doing besides playing trains with him.  We played a few good games of basketball and soccer with Ben's family before collapsing into bed that night.
New Year's Eve was spent with my family with our traditional treats and games.  We had our yummy caramel apple dip and cran-grape with sprite beverage.  Some people had onion dip, but I'm allergic to it so it makes me want to vomit.  That darn Ben wins at most any game he plays, even the ones the hates like Disney Trivial Pursuit.  We played Perpetual Commotion until well after midnight and I won.  Ha.
The next morning we got up and whipped up some crepes (ha ha...it didn't go quite as fast as we anticipated. :) Then I took Ben to the airport and sadly said goodbye for a few more days.  E was pretty sad that Daddy was gone and kept asking for him.  (See?  He does love you.)

The remainder of the trip was spent doing things one last time (like Sweet Tooth Fairy) and milking every single minute we could together.  This included visiting my cousin Brooke and her kids and my Aunt Karen and Uncle Craig.  Emerson kept asking to see Kerison (Ericson) and Bri-Bri (Brighton) again and was very distraught that it would be a lot of days until we got to play again.
So if you've made it to the end of this mega post, congratulations.  You must really care.  It doesn't matter how long I spend with my family--I'm always ALWAYS sad to go and I feel like I can't tell them how much I appreciate all they do for me.  So since I can't ever say it in person because I'm either actively crying or on the verge of tears, THANK YOU!  We love you so much!
 This is how I feel when we leave.

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Merry Christmas




Betcha didn't know there was a train in the Nativity story.  

I think maybe Mary would've preferred that mode of transportation as opposed to a donkey.  Just a guess.