Conversations to Remember

Yesterday our home teachers came over. One of our regulars was out of town, so our home teacher brought his father with him as a companion. While chatting and getting to know one another, he asked about Lucy "Does she abuse herself a lot?" I really didn't know how to answer. The last thing you want people asking about as a mother is abuse! After stumbling a little I said "Well, I guess sometimes she accidentally whacks herself with things." He responded "Well, like Eric here, he used to entertain himself for hours by himself." At first I was confused, and then I realized he had said "amuse herself" not "abuse herself." Dave thought he had said "abuse" as well and was wondering what on earth he was thinking. I laughed and explained to him my strange response. Anyway, just a funny day to day occurrence!(Anyway, you have got to love this little look of mischief! What a silly girl! I think she gets her great sense of humor from her Daddy.)

While on the subject Lucy has really started to amuse herself. She used to need me a lot, but ever since she started crawling last week she feels like life just got a whole lot better! Just for a little taste of our new life, all within one week of mobility Lucy has accomplished: breaking the antennae off our cd player (and it mysteriously is not reading cd's anymore, which I highly suspect Lucy of causing), after turning my head for one second her little finger was practically jammed in the outlet hole (okay, so that is my fault, I am a little behind on baby-proofing), this morning she learned to open the sliding closet, climb in and throw the shoes out (as pictured to the right), I have found leaves and paper in her diaper ( I guess our bodies don't digest tree very well), and last, but not least, last night while getting in bed I found Lucy awake, sitting up in the dark, not making a peep, just waiting for us on our bed (needless to say i was completely startled and worried about ever putting Lucy to sleep on my bed again). That is just a small look at the big adventures that are just beginning in my life. Hopefully, I will be able to do my job protecting this sweet little miracle from all the trouble she wants to get into! (It seems like every other picture I get of Lucy looks like this now, because she wants the camera sooooo badly and goes into attack mode!)

And here is our mischievious little Lucy thug, trying to act a little cooler and tougher than she is!

PINA COLLADA

This is Me and Lucy on Easter trying out a sweet new "do" with her beautiful growing hair. The rest of this post has nothing to do with the picture, but posts are always better with pictures so enjoy!

Tuesday night I decided to be really creative with some left over coconut milk from a yummy dinner over the weekend. PINA COLLADAS!!! Yum. Those are my favorite! So I mixed Pineapple juice+ Coconut milk+banana+vanilla. It turned out decent, but something was just lacking, it didn't quite have the pina collada taste, but a decent smoothie. 1/2 hour later I decided to clean out the fridge and get all those yucky moldy things out that I had basically just been keeping in their because I didn't want to clean them and I was secretly hoping David would see them and say "Oh, moldy things in the fridge, I should clean these!" as husbands commonly do. As I begin, I see the coconut milk...uh oh! If that is the coconut milk, what did I put in the smoothies. It was something white and milkish. I think about it for a moment, and then I see the moldy leftover pumpkin from pumpkin pudding I made about 2 1/2 months ago (David and I kept joking we were just saving it and letting it grow for Lucy's science experiment in sixth grade, because neither of us ever wanted to take it out and clean it!) I mixed the pumpkin with evaporated milk for the pudding, and the stuff I put in the smoothies definitely could have been evaporated milk. I raced through my mind trying to think of something else I made with evaporated milk and I can't think of anything! That is really gross! I run out and tell David not to drink his second helping of smoothie, because I don't want him to die from super old food gross germs! I am still not really sure if that is what I put in the smoothies because if it was that old I would have thought it would taste and smell gross. Oh well, 2 days later we are still feeling okay! I guess we lucked out! David is still laughing over what I did, with that "what else can I say, that is my wife!" kind of grin! Just thought I would share one of my classic "blond" moments! Although my hair seems much darker since having Lucy, I guess your true color never fades from your personality! Wish me luck on my next Pina Collada session!

Times are Changing

Lucy and I came home on Thursday, so excited to see David. Although we have spent many weekends apart (almost every weekend during track season) we realized that this week was the longest we were ever apart. Something I learned: don't always listen to advice. I was advised to nurse your baby during take-off to help her ears pop and so I have every time. I have been on 2 round trip airplane trips with Lucy, the second trip included layovers both ways which means 6 take offs. This wouldn't be so bad if Lucy took a bottle, but she is a little stubborn in the area of plastic (she doesn't believe babies should take binkies or bottles). By the 6th take off I just couldn't take trying to hide her under the blanket while she kicked and tried to pull it off, attracting way too much attention. So I decided we just weren't doing it and she was completely fine! She didn't cry one bit! She loved looking out the window and seemed to actually enjoy the take off. She cried less without nursing, than all the fuss she gives me trying to go under a blanket in a new and exciting place. Anyway, I couldn't believe I went to all that trouble before! You learn something new every day and I think double that for moms!
I Finally did it! For the last 2 weeks I have been mentally prepping for a dreaded moment in my life. After telling David we would move Lucy out of our room when she turned 3 months, 4 months, 5 months and 6 months, determined to keep my word this time, I reluctantly said my goodbyes and sent her down the long, dark hallway, into her own crib. My family all jokes that I have worse separation anxiety than Lucy, which is not really too much of an exaggeration. I really missed sleeping with her right next to me in her pack n' play, but I did it! Even when she woke up (after 6 sweet hours!) I resisted the temptation to bring her to our room and put her back to sleep in her own room!
I wish this happy story ended here and Lucy continued to love her new bed, but much to my dismay, Friday night, after an hour and a half, she awoke crying. I contemplated how long I should let her cry before rushing in and decided I couldn't wait much longer and went to check on her. She was completely drenched in Spit Ups. Her face, her ears, her entire outfit, the sheets. I really couldn't believe she had even eaten as much as was all over the place. When I picked her up she spit up more all over me. We took a quick bath and just as I redressed her for bed she spit up all over again. (When I say spit up, it was really much more than just spit up, I just hate using other gross words) So, I wimped out and couldn't let her sleep in her own bedroom, worried she would be spitting up all over the place. Luckily she hasn't spit up since. I can't tell if she was a little sick or if maybe she just ate too much (which could be possible seeing how I fed her every moment I could, hoping it would help her go all night and she ate more rice cereal than ever, while gulping down water, her favorite hobby, right before bedtime).
Last night, back to her own room she goes, but I only made it 'til 5:00 a.m. when she had already woken up about six times and I finally just put her in bed next to me! End of story...? Not quite, we are just getting to the best part!
I drag my sleepy head out of bed at 8:45 a.m. (our church starts at 9:00 a.m.) and amazingly we make it to church by 9:10 a.m. For those of you who are calculating, yes that means I got ready extraordinarily fast (okay, okay David got Lucy ready, but still...). I am really happy because I hear the Sacrament hymn playing. Yes! We haven't missed the Sacrament! We quickly find some seats and look at the board for the hymn number we are singing in the book. We open it to the number on the board and it is wrong. We just hum along, too lazy to look up the hymn in the index. Then a sister gets up to give the prayer. What about the Sacrament? I start wondering what is going on. Did church really start ten minutes late? No wonder the hymn number was wrong. After the prayer everyone starts standing up. David and I look at each other in awe, sure we must be dreaming. Finally, we figure out that the time changed. Yeah, this time we were the lame people that somehow never caught the big news. It was a really weird feeling because it wasn't as if we just forgot to set our clocks. Neither of us had even heard that the time change was coming up remotely soon. I guess we must live a pretty sheltered life! Well the joke's on us! Wish us luck for "Lucy and her own room" take 4!

Embarassing Mothering Moments

All the parents out there probably have a story like this, but it is still absolutely hilarious when it happens! So, we have been pretty late to church the last few weeks. We usually make it just as the water is being brought out to the foyer. Yesterday, I went into turbo mode, determined to take the sacrament and decided we would be on time no matter what! We walked in during the opening hymn and I was really excited! During the sacrament right when it was perfectly quiet, Lucy loaded up her diaper with a big thud, as loud as possible. I don't think I had ever heard one louder! A few heads turned and David and I just started cracking up! We thought it would be forgotten pretty quickly, but no! Here is the difference between Priesthood and Relief Society: In Relief Society: "Oh Wendy, Lucy is practically the Gerber Baby!" In Priesthood: one guy sitting somewhat near us during sacrament meeting commented to David, " Your daughter farts like a man," to which David replied "that was no fart. She filled her drawers!" I can't believe the things some guys talk about!Boys will be boys! Anyway, I'm pretty sure at least half the people in the chapel knew that that noise came from our daughter! We would like to give a shout out at this time to our friend Justing McCoy who we think will enjoy this post the most!

Other than that here are some cute pictures of Lucy and her Daddy, showing off Lucy's First Mohawk!I realized I had no pictures of David up so I made him do a photo shoot with her!