Lights Out

Our family - kids especially - enjoy practicing power-out nights. It stemmed from an evening about 2 years ago when the power actually went out, prompting Joe in a fit of preparedness to buy 3 kerosene lamps. By the time he got home from the store the power came on about 10 minutes later, but we were so enjoying the light of the lamps we turned the electricity right back off. Ever since then we have had practice nights where, just for fun, we turn off all the lights and try not to use any electricity.

Monday was no practice. Joe doesn't work Mondays, so he was home, and we were in the middle of a very regular day doing whatever it is we regular people do. The power went out at 2:30, and we had a small celebration - woohoo! What fun! We'll have a power-out practice for REAL! The day was cold so Joe went and split more logs for the fire, but of course it wasn't even dark enough to need those kerosene lamps. The hours passed, and around 4 we were thinking about dinner (we are geezers when it comes to mealtimes), but still - no power. We are industrious, and were hungry for warm food on such a chilly day, so Joe retrieved our camping propane stove* from the attic and in out kitchen we pulled together a delicious meal of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Just to top off the self-sufficient feel we had home-canned peaches on the side. It was DELICIOUS, and made all the more so by eating by the light of newly-lit lamps.

be fooled - it looks light outside and we're the dummies who need a lamp, but really....

Using the flash you can see about how dark it REALLY was. The inside, of course, was not nearly this light (except for this one second when I used my flash).

The rest of the evening was passed uneventfully in front of a toasty fire. We played Snail's Pace Race (a new game from Joe's sister and BIL), read Esio Trot by Roald Dahl, and told stories from our own childhoods at the kids' requests. With the day dark for so long, and no electricity to tell us otherwise, we had the kids in bed by 7:00, though unfortunately Ethan had a tough time without his fan on for white noise - we'll have to prep him a few times this summer before going camping! How spoiled he is. We adults were off to bed at 8:30 ourselves... just in time for the electricity to get turned back on! Then it's like a slap in the face - only 8:30! We should stay up! We should play games! We should read books! We could work on the kitchen! But the poor Excel guys were having a heckuva time, the lights were back out in less than 10 minutes, and then we were happily back to bed without feeling guilty that we COULD be doing something productive. Hard to do drywall texture by the light of a kerosene lamp.

 *If anyone is worried that we used propane inside, well... we weren't. If we were cooking by propane in the bathroom with the door closed, 3 meals a day, YES, I think that would be a bad idea. For the nights, though, it was one meal, quick to heat, and I wouldn't exactly call our kitchen an enclosed space these days. Kitchen remodel pictures to come.

Christmas week

Our week before Christmas started out very nicely. Sacrament meeting on Sunday was good - it's nice to have the Primary kids sing, and to have the choir sing, and since I was involved in both of those it was mostly nice to have it over and done with.

Instead of sticking around for the rest of church, though, we made a last-minute jaunt up to Denver to visit Joe's grandma, Eva Jacobs. Months ago I ordered a photographic ABC book, each letter represented by a photo of our kids or our family, and months ago we had intended to deliver it to her; unfortunately, months slipped by while we failed to visit and so the Sunday before Christmas we decided we HAD TO make it up there. So we did! Brought the book (she loved it), had delicious homemade chicken noodle soup (her absolute specialty) and fried potatoes (her second specialty), and she made the kids delicious goody bags filled with candy and clementines (maybe I lied, goody bags are her specialty!). We usually stay the night but wanted to get back home to press forward on some major kitchen renovations, so we stayed until 7:30 and headed home.

(Side note: The kids were really wonderful on the trip! 3 of them napped on the way up, and they all fell asleep on the way home. I know, it's only a two hour drive, ANY kid should be able to handle that, but I really hate traveling with kids! Probably for 2 primary reasons: we do not travel at night, so they typically do not sleep, and we do not have a DVD player in the car, so they are not distracted while they are not sleeping. It contrasts so starkly with driving up to Denver after Thanksgiving break to drop off Karl at the airport. Joe and I left the kids home sleeping and watched by Kari, so it was just the two of us on the way home, talking and drinking soda, and the time flew! Nobody whined or needed to pee or was bugging their sibling... so compare that to driving with kids? I hate driving with kids.)

But I digress. We got home at 9:30, tucked all our sleepyheads in bed, and went to sleep, but woke up at 2:30 in the morning to Ethan throwing up. SO GLAD we didn't spend the night! The next day Joe felt under the weather (thankfully did not have work that day), and that night Eli threw up. The next morning Joe was still feeling iffy but went to work, and I felt sliiiiightly under the weather so I rushed to make sure everything was set for Christmas and I bought lots of Ginger Ale and saltine crackers for my sick-os. On Wednesday, Christmas Eve, I was SO glad I'd bought those sick supplied because I felt really wretched!  Joe had gone to work sick, yet again; in spite of my insistence that nobody wants a pale-green co-worker, he insisted that he was in charge of some building alarm systems for the Christmas shut-down. It's the only day of the entire year that the Target Distribution Center is shut down, so it's a big deal, and it was HIS big deal, so no sick days allowed... or something. Anyway, we finally woke up this morning on Christmas feeling DECENT. Not all the way better, but pretty fine, which was a huge improvement! Eli and Ethan seem all recovered as well, and Patrick and Caroline didn't get sick, so our Christmas miracle was everyone feeling DECENT. It's the small miracles that mean the most!

Our other small miracle was the silver lining that being sick gave to us: being forced to stay home and relax.  As I mentioned, we're in the throws of another kitchen update so I had plans to run to Lowe's for paint samples and tile, we needed to drop old cabinets by the Re-Store, I was going to get out my steam cleaner and attack that floor again...

Joe moved the door! used to be to the right of the stove, now it to the left of the fridge. The old location will be covered with new cabinets and countertop to nearly double our kitchen space. SOOOO exciting!

Also, last year I noticed that out Christmas stockings, while cute, are very narrow and their knitted design leaves a lot of thread draped through the innards, so it's very nearly impossible to stick anything in the stockings! So I had big plans to run to Hobby Lobby for some felt, make up cute stocking I saw on Pinterest, stay up late working on those and probably be too tired for the kids in the morning... Also, we wanted to make treats for the neighbors, so I had lots of baking I wanted to do, but didn't want to include kids because there is a 100% chance that they will sneeze into the batter... ALSO I needed pictures printed at a 1-hour kiosk so I could send out holiday cards to all those we love and miss... Basically, I had a lot of things "to do" and not so many things built around the kids. ENTER THE STOMACH FLU. When that hit, I knew we weren't going anywhere. Crafts were put on hold, cards were given up for dead, baking was a no-go (even if done by myself, it's from a sick household), and we were staying put (except for my run for Ginger Ale and crackers). The only way to make staying put tolerable is to make it fun, so each day chopped firewood (the kids loved that) and built a fire,

we read books, I played kid board games, we popped popcorn and watched Christmas movies (and I watched with them! I never do that!), we played toys and play-doh and we colored and built forts... and it was AWESOME. Being forced to slow down threatened to make me resentful of the adult things I was missing, and even more-so GUILTY about the things I thought I should be doing, but it really made me appreciate the childish things I WOULD have missed if we had been well. I am not saying I'm GLAD we were sick over Christmas break, but it always has a way of putting your real blessings, of health and family, into perspective. Nobody will remember that they didn't get a hand-mailed Christmas card from us (though they may remember the poem...), but I think my kids will remember warm and cozy times from this Christmas, even if it involved some being sick.

Now, this is my Official Christmas Post, so I took some Official Christmas Pictures on my camera, but our SD card reader walked off the computer desk (Eeeee-thaaaaan....) so you only get the few from our iPad today.

Caroline painting ponies from an art kit from the Gus grandparents. She was so focused!

Ethan enjoying new jammies. His favorite show is Bubble Guppies, so we bought him a BG bus, right behind him.

The boys showing some more Gus grandparent gifts - books! Books galore! The gift of reading lasts a lifetime, thanks to all who gave us books at any point this year! We love our miniature library.

Whenever I find that SD card reader I'll post the few other photos I took...

We all scream for Ethan... to stop screaming!

Ethan is quite the little man these days. His hair doesn't grow, it explodes from his head in every direction. He is loud... I mean, Eli has always been a pretty loud kid, but Ethan just blows him out of the water, and it is awful. He screams when he's sad, screams when he's scared, shrieks when he's having fun, and (I'm pretty sure) shrieks just to get on my nerves. It works! When he is particularly sad I ask him if he needs to go to time-out, which he often says "yes" to and then walks himself over to the stairs and pulls himself together, then is back at 'em; when he is obnoxiously shrieking I ask if he needs time-out and he says "no" and runs away to shriek somewhere else.

Seriously, the "no" is going to kill me, I can't believe how much he says it! I don't want it to be a power struggle when he is defying me, so I look him dead in the eye and tell him, "you say 'okay mommy'"... and pretty much that gets me another "no" and a runaway toddler. I'm trying not to take it too seriously right now, and that's the last-child syndrome in play right there - you can bet your bottom dollar I was correcting that behavior with every ounce of energy I had when Patrick was this age! But now... meh. He'll get over it, and I'll go have some chocolate while contemplating how I hope he doesn't turn into a juvenile delinquent.

Still being my one and only baby he has the run of my lap and my hip. I did NOT carry anyone else around when they were two, they just had to fend for themselves while I took care of the next sweet and precious usurper of their baby-hood throne, but Ethan has not been usurped! Luckily for me he still loves to snuggle, and I love being snuggled, so he nestles himself right in... and then gets huffy because my long hair is obviously in his way! He tries to push it over my shoulder, preferably back behind BOTH shoulders so no strays tickle his nose, and even better yet, mom should wear ponytails 24/7 for maximum snuggle-ability. I think it's cute.

Also cute: he started using the word "beautiful." He has so far called Caroline beautiful, our neighbor boys beautiful, and his matchbox cars beautiful. I think he just applies it to things he really likes.

He wants to help me bake and cook, so I have to sneak in my baking while he naps (usually 12ish-2ish), and when he's awake I stiff-arm the chair he's struggling to jam up to the stove so he can help me (i.e., burn his fingers on a hot pan and cry for the next hour). It's interesting. In lieu of the battle we have started a routine of one episode of Bubble Guppies before lunch and dinner (it's the perfect amount of time to boil a pot of noodles or make a side of rice), so I my cooking remains unsullied and his fingers can remain un-burned. It works.

And that's about it for Ethan! Here he helped quality control taste-test Caroline's birthday cake.

The day's not over until you've worn something completely ridiculous, like racquetball goggles.

I see what you're saying, dad...

A few weeks ago my parents were here for Thanksgiving, along with our brother Karl, and my dad was nudging me that my blog has been sorely neglected. Of course, I thought, it's been a few weeks... so tonight I sat down to fill in a post or two and MAN! I've only posted about 5 times since the summer ended! Just terrible. But lamenting is not what this blog is about! Starting from where we are and moving forward, that's what we do best! That's probably what I do best because I want to forget, and want other people to forget, that I make mistakes, and I would like to avoid revisiting those uncomfortable moments if at all possible. I'm just waiting for Alzheimers to set in so I can finally comfortably live my life. But moving on....

Thanksgiving was great! I was so awesome to have family here... more family than already lives across the street, that is... and the kids really reveled in their grandparents being around. My dad got Nerf footballs for the boys and tried teaching them to throw and catch; he declared them "atrocious," but at least they had fun! He also taught Patrick how to play chess; unfortunately, chess is one of those "use it or lose it" kind of skill games, so I suppose it falls to Joe and I now to practice getting trounced at chess rather than simply enjoying a lively and mindless round of Pass the Pigs. During the week we ate like kings! I think Kari and I outdid ourselves planning delicious meals, and my parents outdid themselves bringing in delicious take-out for the gaps in our planning. You just don't want to cook EVERY DAY of vacation, right? And there was even one day where we were so perpetually full we skipped dinner entirely and just brought in DQ Blizzards around 8 p.m. Thanksgiving itself was a feast - I had a goal of not fatally ruining any of the dishes I was in charge of, and I happily succeeded! My turkey was gorgeous, done on time, and carved like a pro by myself; my sweet potato casserole was to die for (yes, people have actually died from how good it is); and this year I even remembered to put sugar in my pumpkin pie! No flops from my kitchen! Karl was the only one who hit the gym during the week, so the rest of us ended our Thanksgiving break with a little extra waddle in our step. Which is exactly how Thanksgiving should be.

Unfortunately, with Thanksgiving so late this year, people left our homes and BOOM! December hit the next day. I was thoroughly unprepared. I had great intentions to do some of the activities we did last year, Gratitude Bags and whatnot, but by the time I pulled myself together it was mid-month and it just wasn't gonna happen. But not to fear! We've had fun along the way. We got our christmas tree, a sprightly little thing from Lowe's, and Joe set it up without ANY cursing and flinging of objects - a Christmas miracle right there! I whipped up some salt dough and had the kids roll it, cut it into ornaments, I baked them, then they painted all the ornaments, and THOSE are our Christmas tree decorations.

I have beautiful ornaments, many from my childhood and more beautiful additions as my children have arrived, but I keep remembering my Epic Fit of 2012 and how stressed I was about kids breaking things and I think.... let's keep this easy, breezy, and happily breakable! I think the tree looks great, they are so proud of themselves and their hard work, and everyone wins while my precious things stay intact for one more year until the kids are slightly older and less clumsy. I promise I'll get them all out! Just not this Christmas.

One of the reasons I did not hit December's ground running was that I was in a bit of a crafting bind. Since this fall I have slooooowly been plugging away on a Busy Book for Elsha's son Daniel, to help with fine motor skills, but the time had come to put my nose to the grindstone and crank the book out. Right at that grindstone moment a call came in for a sewing favor and I was immediately redirected into a 10-hour project of creating a full-body costume of the dog Spike, Snoopy's brother, for a Peanuts Christmas play at a local school. Whoa! Unexpected! So as soon as I got that done I could get my nose to the grindstone, except WHOOPS! Time to pull something together for Caroline's birthday! Okay, first nose to the grindstone on a cake and a gift, THEN busy book... So I finished the costume, finished the birthday, and finally finished the busy book and NOW I'm ready for an old-fashioned Christmas countdown... starting on December 17th. BAAAAAAH. So we do what we do, I get Christmas-y where I can, and mostly I turn on Pandora to blast holiday music so it seems like whatever I am doing (whether decorating a tree, crafting, or just washing dishes) is a holiday-themed event.

Now it's time for Elsha to avert her eyes while I get braggadocios about that busy book! Here it is:

 Cover page. Nobody's hands in particular, I free-handed them. Pun-y, but true. All the pages are edged with binding for a nice polished look.

 Instead of a straight abacus page I put lettered beads, and each line spells the name of someone in their family.

 Zippers. You can never have too many zippers.

 Velcro page. The frog's mouth opens up, his tongue is elastic and is attached to the back of the page through a small hole in his mouth. the end of his tongue is the hook side of velcro, and all the fly wings are the loop side of velcro, with a button for the body just for cute's sake.

 The button page. The tires button on and off, but are handily attached to the page so you don't end up with a cute but tire-less page (my main complaint on the way most busy books are created).

 A page of my own invention! Pockets. The pig is for saving, the pocket for shopping, and the money is laminated monopoly money. Lucky for me, we have a Monopoly game we never play since we discovered Monopoly Deal, which is 1,000 time better and faster and funner (funner? Yep, funner).

 Hide-and-seek and clasp page. Both dog ears fold down to reveal and bug, and handily (and cutely) cover the dog's eyes. They are googley eyes - to make sure they stay put I hot-glued them and then sewed them to the page. The eyes are made of pretty thin plastic so a sharp needle went right through and I tacked them each down in four spots. No choking hazards for my nephew! The collar is a clasp, and the tongue above it is free to wag.

 Back page. I didn't want anything movable, since it's a cover and could potentially get ripped off, so I just did a nice alphabet with iron-on letters.

All in all this trumped the Spike costume in time spent, but I am so happy at how it turned out! Possibly even MORE pleased that I knuckled down and got it done and mailed in time for Christmas! See, who needs countdown activities when there are Christmas miracles happening all around us?

Say it loud, say it clear

Random things the kids say that make me laugh

Caroline really loves unicorns and pegasus, but she pronounces it "pig-a-thif" and she is very particular that she pronounce it incorrectly every time.

Patrick was showing me that in school they learned about the "magic e" which, when places at the end of the word, make the vowel in front of it make a long sound (ex: mat v. mate). They also learned about "Defender D" and I have no idea what they actually learned because he incorrectly told me that a "d" makes an "e" at the end no longer magical. He explained, "I rid my bike." Ummmm.... nope.

Ethan is speaking better each day but sometimes he talks nonstop, especially when he's frustrated, and I assumed he was explaining to me in gibberish why he was so mad, which was kinda cute. With his voice inflection it actually sounds to me like a line from Dances With Wolves where one of the Native Americans is explaining about buffalo and he says (please forgive my phonetic spelling) "Tu mani tu tonk a obwa-chi." so when Ethan gibbers his frustration at me I would respond "tu mani tu tonk a obwa-chi!" Finally I figured out he is repeating "I want it," which is more like "IwanitIwanitIwanit," which is MUCH less cute.

Back on the cute side of Ethan, instead of naming emergency vehicles individually (like fire truck or police car) he calls anything with flashing lights a "wee-o wee-o." He uses this term in sentences, like "I see wee-o wee-o."

This morning after we read scriptures, which were talking about following Jesus and avoiding the influence of Satan, Patrick said, "mom, I know Satan's name. It's Christopher." Bwahahahahaha! You mean Lucifer, my dear.

Can't leave the adults out. I bought 2 10 lb. bags of potatoes, one for me and one for Kari, since they're on sale for 99 cents each. We already have potatoes but thought we should freeze some (we're both stocking up on food storage as Ebola continues to spread. Better safe than sorry), so I was carrying the bags to her house so we could peel, blanche, and freeze them. WELL. Two 10 lb. bags were making my hands cramp, so I hefted them into my arms but then the potatoes were slipping one by one from the top of the bag to the bottom so I had the keep hitching the slippery bags up... it's not a long trip across the street but these were giving me all kinds of trouble! In my frustration I thought, "Man, this is like trying to carry a sack of.... OH MAN.... that's was the saying is for! Like carrying a sack of potatoes!"

Backyard photos

Patrick has entire photo albums dedicated to him because we took so many photos, but as we've added kids we've been less apt to pull out the camera and ended up with fewer pictures of our four than I ever had of our one. Not that I can rectify that in a day, but I thought I'd pull out the camera on this beautiful October day and take a few snaps of Caroline and Ethan while the big boys were at school.

 She looooves taking photos

Googley Eyes

Caroline started doing this thing.... this thing that cracks me up, even when I think nothing can make me crack a smile... She asks me to look at her beautiful eyes, which she opens really wide, then she starts making her wide-open eyes goes crossed but instead of going truly crossed they kind of go cock-eyed and then she slowly lifts her arms into the air on the side, and lifts up one leg so she's balancing on one foot with flying arms and wide-open cock-eyes... I CAN'T STOP MYSELF FROM LAUGHING! So I took a video.

Ethan's Birthday (FINALLY!)

Ethan turned 2! ....2 weeks ago. Yep, I'm right on it with blogging these days. The good news is that I am back here in front of the keyboard, so the blog hasn't been entirely forsaken. Here is what Ethan has been up to lately.

When Ethan was nearly 2 (22 months old) he showed readiness to potty train - it happened to be right before our big summer vacation, so that was terrible timing, but we postponed it a few weeks and started right when we got home. We do the naked method, our little tykes running around with no pants for as long as it takes them to get the idea that when they pee it will make a big mess (not go in a diaper) so they need to pee in the potty; once that's solid in their brains we start training them that they will get in trouble when they go anywhere BUT on the potty. Once they're 100% on naked method, we get them dressed again. With Patrick this took about 2 weeks; with Eli it took about 4 days; with Caroline I have no idea, it was a whirlwind of new house and new babies; but with ETHAN.... it was draaaaging. As I reported, he was still doing well with a few accident after 3 weeks, but slowly the accidents were INCREASING. The longer he was "training" the more relaxed I was about setting him down at regular intervals to go, and the frequency of puddles around my house was steadily rising! It got to where he was peeing on the floor more frequently than he was going on the potty. I finally (FINALLY!) figured out that the weak link in his potty training was ME. Once I started setting a 30-minute timer and taking him no matter what (playing, running errands, etc), his success rate went through the roof, so his confidence went through the roof, so his pants went back ON, I could turn the timer OFF, and he finally (FINALLY!) was potty trained. Now he rarely has accidents and he even goes #2 of his own accord. We still keep diapers in his room as he sleeps in them, but it is SO NICE to be out of the diapers phase of life.

He has finally (FINALLY!) adjusted to his toddler bed. For the first few days we would tuck him in so nicely, he'd lay still and say "nigh nigh" but as soon as we closed the door he was out, playing in his room, kicking the door, and we'd have to come in and do it all over again. This would happen 3 or 4 times a nap time/bedtime, always culminating in a spanking, and eventually he got the hint that his bed is where he stays if he wants his bum un-spanked. The nice side-effect of this is that he won't get out of his bed even AFTER his nap/bedtime, so we have to send in a sibling to "release" him. This works out much better for those siblings, who had to work very hard to drag him over the rails of his crib to release him, not so many months ago.

I thought he was doing well verbally, until we were in a waiting room with another toddler, 26 months, who was kingly asking his mom, "Can you read this book to me, please?" Ethan says, "Here go" and throws a book in my lap. Soooo... maybe not advanced, but he's understandable to us. For instance, today he was playing by himself and we distinctly heard him singing "Happy Birthday;" it went a little something like, "Hapi di-daw di meeee... " Obviously something about having a birthday stuck with him... We loved it! What a sweetie.

His birthday was great, we spent it with our family (it fell on a Monday so Joe had the day off thanks to his new schedule), Kari's family, and my mom, who was in town thanks to Kari (she drove her back here to Pueblo after visiting Grand Junction for a wedding). I made a car cake - the same cake pan which was used for Patrick's big brother party when Eli was born, and for Eli's 3rd birthday when he was obsessed with cars like Ethan now is. It's been a great cake!

He loved all his gifts and sibling and cousins alike were delighted that he was so bad at unwrapping - they happily helped out by doing it all themselves. Ahhh, kids :)