Monday, February 28, 2011

Rice

That's right, that would be rice on the table in front of my baby boy.  We were eating dinner, and of course I made a huge mess dishing everything up and spilled rice on the table.  Phillip was sitting at the far end.  I spilled some just within his reach, which normally isn't something I have to worry about.  We have a hard enough time getting him to eat the few "Phillip approved" foods that we do feed him, and he won't come near anything else.  Something got in to him tonight, and he decided to be adventurous.  He stretched his arm WAY out, grabbed the little bit of rice that I had spilled, and put it in his mouth.  He ate it like it was something he was totally used to, and like it was no big deal.

I put a spoonful of rice on the table in front of him, and he ate most of it.  He would pick up a bite with his fingers, put some in his mouth, and then lick the pieces that stuck off of his fingers.  He did end by throwing the last little bit on the floor in true Phillip fashion, but he actually ate it!  Cory didn't think too much of it until I told him that we had tried for almost a year to get him to eat rice, and he wouldn't have anything to do with it.  I guess he just had to do it in his own time.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Our New Bed

Cory and I decided about a week in to our marriage that we DESPERATELY needed a new bed.  The bed that we had was a hand-me-down from my little sister who had just gotten a new bed.  I don't think Cory has ever slept comfortably on it.  The box spring that it was on was one I believe my mom had in college.  Neither one was very supportive.  We fixed what we could by buying sheets of lumber and putting them between the mattress and the box springs and getting a memory foam mattress topper.  The topper just made things worse, and it was gone within a week.  The boards helped, but the bed was still not very comfortable.  We decided that we would get a new bed with our tax returns, and hoped we'd get enough to cover it. 

We did our taxes about a week ago, and found out that because Cory was claiming his kids this year we got more than we expected.  That night, while out on a date, we decided to stop by the Sleep Number store in the mall.  We weren't planning on buying anything, we were just shopping around.  The salesperson helped Cory find his "number" and we started talking about beds.  He took us over to the top of the line model, had Cory lay down, adjusted it to his number, and started his pitch.  It turns out, they were getting rid of all of the top models from last years line, because they had made a few changes to it and had a new "top".  They were selling them for about 50% off.  It was still WAY more than we were planning on spending.

Then we started talking about the benefits.  I've been wanting a larger bed for awhile.  We were sleeping in a queen, and neither of us are very small people.  It wasn't odd to wake up to a knee in the back, or have an elbow to the face while watching tv.  We had debated about getting a king because they are a pain in the butt to move, and we knew we'd be moving at some point.  The salesperson told us that the bed "comes apart" in to a lot of pieces, so it's really easy to move.  It's all one mattress, but the air chambers come out, the padding comes out, and the shell compresses so your moving little parts instead of one big thing.  Also, Cory likes his mattress firmer and I like mine softer, something that isn't possible with most mattresses.  The more we talked about it, the more things this bed had that we wanted.  We took a brochure and went home.

We talked and debated about the bed for a few days, shopped around, and decided it was the bed that we wanted.  We ordered it, opted against having someone come in and set it up for us, and waited.  While we were in Idaho over the weekend, it apparently came.  We came home to a stack of NINE boxes in our driveway.  I was a little pissed they would leave something as expensive as the bed was just like that.  We got the boxes in the house, and started setting things up.  When the salesperson said it comes apart, he was right.  It took us two hours to get all the pieces together, but at least we have a new bed! 

The jury is still out on whether or not we like it.  The first night was really uncomfortable.  We both made adjustments to our settings, and we seem to be sleeping more comfortably.  Cory mentioned yesterday that his back still hurts, but it isn't nearly as bad as it was before.  He doesn't wake me up when he gets up in the night like he used to, and we each have more room to spread out when we sleep.  We're still adjusting, but I think we're both going to end up really liking it. 

Friday, February 25, 2011

Phillip's New Trick

Sunday night we had Kell and Nathan and kids over to Jana and Chris' house for dinner.  We've been trying to come up with ways to get them together for quite a while now.  They are so similar, we knew they'd get along.  We were right.  We had an amazing dinner, and then sat around talking for quite a while.  During the sitting around and talking, I was feeding Phillip his dinner.  I was attempting to feed him his peaches, and he was too occupied with his tongue to pay any attention to me.  Watching him was like watching a young infant who has just discovered they have the ability to move parts of their body on purpose. 

He would stick his tongue out, roll it, flatten in the end, and sit there with this concentrating look on his face, like "I can tell I'm moving part of my body, but what is it doing?"  It was so cute to watch!  We were all laughing so hard watching him.  He did end up eating his peaches, and I haven't seen him do this since.  I sure love the cute fun we get out of this boy, and I sure love this boy. 

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Curly Sue

Lexie's hair is somewhat of a challenge..  She has these areas on the side of her head that resemble steel wool.  I'm not sure if it is genetics or something I did, but they make doing her hair rather..difficult.  About two years ago, my older sister (hair genius that she is) collaborated with me and we decided to perm her hair.  The chemicals are supposed to make very stubborn, coarse hair easier to deal with.  Whatever is in the perm (which smells like skunks) worked.  Her hair became much easier to do, and it was even possible for me to leave it down instead of restricting it all back.  She loved it.  Well, as her hair grew, the perm grew out.  Last time Kell was down here, she cut almost all of it off.  We were back to difficult hair again.  The only thing I could do with it was pull it up in a messy bun.  The hair genius in my family skipped me apparently.  If she was Kell or Steph's daughter, she would have very different hair. 

I called Kell and told her that we needed to perm it again.  She said she would, but we had to come up there.  Stubborn little bugger, she'll do whatever it takes to get us to come up there.  One of these times, we're going to go up to visit and she's going to hold us hostage and not let us come home.  So, up to Idaho we went.  The kids were almost perfect the whole way up there (in-car DVD players to the rescue again) except for one major fit from Phillip when we went past his dinner time. 

Kell got to work wrapping Lexie's hair in the perm rods, and finished just before the movie Lexie was watching ended.  Then she got out the perm solution.  When a cosmetologist says "uh-oh", it's never a good sign.  I think I heard it about five times in the next two minutes, along with "what is this?" and "I've never seen this before."  Love ya Kell!  She figured it out, and covered Lexie's hair in the solution.  While she was stinking processing, Kell made us homemade corn dogs and potato steamers from Nathan's work.  She is amazing.  Processing a perm is about a ten step thing (spray, process, wash, dry, secret weapon, neutralize, process, wash, etc) and she didn't burn one batch of corn dogs.  I can't even make spaghetti without burning either the hamburger or the noodles, and that's only about three steps. 
 
Lexie is back to having hair that she can wear down, and we couldn't be happier.  She has worn it down every day so far, and couldn't wait to show all her friends at school her new hair.  I apologize for the lack of the picture on the finished product.  The homemade corn dogs were really good and I got distracted. 

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

As Momma Always Says....

"It's not you I'm worried out, it's the other drivers out there".  While Cory and I were up in Idaho for the weekend it snowed.  Snow is nothing unusual for Idaho.  Neither is the freezing temperatures, blowing wind, and ice that comes along with it.  Sunday was a pretty bad storm, but nothing too major.  It was bad enough to close the roads making it impossible for Troy and Anthony to get back to Teton Valley after coming to see us, but by Monday morning it had pretty much stopped. 

We left Jana and Chris' house about 9:00 am Monday morning, and started heading home.  We made it about a quarter mile from the house, and came to a stop sign.  Cory began braking about half a block before the sign, and we were only going about five miles an hour by the time we got to it.  Even with how slow we were going, we still slid a good distance.  Cory said something along those lines, and seconds after the words had left his mouth...  BOOM.  For a second I wasn't sure what happened, and then I looked out my side mirror and saw pieces of car on the ground.  It took another second to register they belonged to our car.  Second thing I noticed, Colorado license plates.  Cory asked if I was ok, asked me to make sure the kids were ok, and got out to deal with the other driver.  As I turned around to check on the kids, I saw her.  The little thing that was driving the huge truck that had plowed in to the back of us.  She couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds, and she was sobbing. 

Cory came and got back in, and we pulled in to a parking lot to see how bad things really were.  At this point, I saw a young man jogging down the street towards us.  He went to the truck, and I could see him talking to the driver.  I got out and went to join Cory.  The back of our car was bad.  Huge chunks of our bumper were missing, the trunk was crushed in, and one taillight was totally gone.  The other driver and her husband came over to us.  She was still crying, and she gave me the most pitiful look in the world.  "I am so sorry" she choked out.  I couldn't help it.  I went over to her and hugged her, holding on to her while she cried and telling her that everything was ok.  I've been there, I know exactly how that feels. 

Cory had called Jana, and she sent Chris out to make sure we were ok and make sure we were still ok to drive home.  The police came, said there wasn't more than 1500 dollars worth of damage and he didn't really need to fill out a report, but could if we wanted him to.  We didn't want to do that to them.  There was no need.  We had already exchanged information.  We could tell they were newlyweds, probably college students.  Cory mentioned later he noticed the tires on the truck were fairly bald, and when the girl was giving us her name, she couldn't remember which last name to give us.  They had already called and filed a claim.  There was nothing more the police could do. 

We went back to Jana and Chris' house, and Chris met us equipped with duct tape (red and gray) and a new brake light bulb.  He was able to get us all taped back together and legal, and we headed out to come back home.  We made it just fine.  Once we got out of town, the roads were completely dry all the way.  We got the car in to a body shop to get fixed (it appraised at 4500 dollars of damage, stupid cop) and we have a rental car until Wednesday.  Lexie is SO excited for us to have a "new" car, but I miss my car.  It's my first new car, the first big purchase I've made all by myself.  I can't wait to have it back.  As a bonus, though, the body shop is giving us a really good deal on getting my side doors fixed from some damage that's almost two years old.  Let's hope it lasts a little while. 

Friday, February 18, 2011

The "In" Crowd

Growing up, I was never part of the “in” crowd. I think that was partly due to the fact that my family just doesn’t do the “in-crowd” thing, and partly due to the fact that I was a big nerd. I was painfully shy, awkward, and starting in about the fourth grade, at least a full head taller than everyone else in my class, boys and girls. I learned quickly that if I did my best to be invisible and stay out of people’s way I could get through life relatively unnoticed. Unfortunately, “relatively unnoticed” is not completely unnoticed. I had one particular girl that decided to make it her mission in high school to make my life a living hell.

This girl and I had been the best of friends growing up, but sometime around third or fourth grade she developed a mean streak. Because we had been such close friends she knew quite a few details of my life, and she knew all of my secrets. She used to wait until we were surrounded by people, and then she would let loose with some little detail that I didn’t want anyone to know. Looking back, the things she would say weren’t the worst things in the world, but to a horribly shy person like myself, I thought my world was going to end. I would turn bright red, normally cry, and end up running away while she laughed with all of her other friends. This was her main form of torture until we were about 13 years old. Then she started with the physical torture. She used to throw things at me, trip me in the halls, and try to run me over with her bike. It got to the point where I wouldn’t leave my house except for school because I was worried about running in to her.

In high school, I was devastated to find out that we would again be attending the same school. She had gone to a different middle school, one that funneled in about 85% of the school’s population, while I went to the one that accounted for the remaining 15%. As a result, she knew the majority of the kids in the school. To top things off, she was a cheerleader. She was popular, she was pretty, and she was mean. She started telling rumors about me to anyone who would listen. People would avoid me in the halls, and every once in a while they would call me names and laugh at me. High school graduation was something I counted down to from about mid-way through my junior year. I couldn’t wait to get out.

Luckily, the story has a good ending. We graduated, she got married, and moved away. I haven’t seen her for about ten years. I still think back sometimes and (knowing what I know now) try to tell myself that it really wasn’t that bad, and all kids are picked on. Some kids are just mean, but eventually they grow up.

I realized a week ago that this is not entirely true. Mean kids do grow up, but they turn in to mean adults. Some girls never outgrow the “cliquey” stage. I have the unfortunate pleasure of working with one of those now. She has decided that not everyone is special enough to be part of her “group”. She is one that I personally had run-ins with when I first started about five years ago. She screamed at me in front of our entire team for reasons I’m still not quite sure of. And now, she has decided that a girl on my team has committed some major offense against her. She has been circulating downright nasty emails in her little group of friends, and whenever my teammate walks past her or has to go over in to their area (which is a necessity for her job) they begin IMing and looking at her and laughing. Watching what my teammate is going through has made me flash back to high school, and it’s made me wonder what makes a child turn out this way?

The worst part of the whole story? The average age of this group is 45 years old. All of them are mothers, all of them are married, and somehow none of them have ever seemed to advance beyond high school. I’m just waiting for the rock throwing and hair pulling to start.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Love

"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over"

If someone came to me in February of 2008 and told me what the next three years held for me, I would have looked at them like they were crazy.  At that point in my life, I thought I knew what it meant to be happy.  I thought I'd been in love.  I figured that life wasn't supposed to be what it was like in the movies, and the love songs that I listened to were sappy and over-written.  No one fell in love like that, to the point where you literally thought your heart was going to break without that other person. 

When I first met Cory, I remember an instant feeling of "pay attention to this, he's going to be important in your life."  It was extremely odd to me.  I figured if anything, he would be the one to introduce me to the person I was supposed to end up with, or we'd become good friends.  We were assigned to the same project, and we began spending time together working.  Work talks led to talks about things outside of work.  I was amazed to discover that he and I had quite a few similarities.  We had almost identical personalities, and found the same stupid things funny.  I began to really enjoy spending time with him, and started to look for excuses to go talk to him.  He was the one I would go to when I needed a friend. 

"At-work" friends turned in to good friends, and from there the line became kind of blurry as to when it turned in to an official relationship.  It seemed to just happen.  We would be sitting around talking about things we needed to do to prepare for our future, or making plans of things we wanted to accomplish together.  I remember thinking quite a few times that this isn't the way it's supposed to happen.  Relationships are supposed to be hard.  You have to work at them.  You have to make them work.  This wasn't hard.  It was hard when we tried to slow things down, when we tried to do things the way they were supposed to be done.  Things were easier when we didn't think about it. 

In the two years following, we would see each other through some of the hardest times in our lives.  Things that I know I couldn't have gotten through without him.  He became my rock, my support.  I remember thinking that I didn't know what I was going to do if things went bad between us.  Now that I knew what this could be like I couldn't imagine my life without it.  I am very lucky that things turned out the way they did, and that he loves me just as much as I love him.  Every day is Valentine's day with him, and I get to spend forever making him as happy as he makes me.

"The way I feel about you, it’s like, I finally understand what Lionel Richie’s been singing about. Y'know, I mean what we have, it’s like movie love, you’re my soul mate."