Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
In the surgery center I sat watching television while Henry was having Astronaut Dreams.
The news station that was on aired part of a 1976 commercial warning people about the swine flu. Obviously this is the second time there has been a scare. I glanced up from my book long enough to watch it and then re-emmersed myself into Edward and Bella.
Well, on the way home I was listening to one of my favorite stations, a country station, when they played part of a 1976 commercial that went something like this:
"Mary received it from her grandchildren while visiting them in Texas. She then gave it to Michael whom she met on the plane who then gave it to his girlfriend waiting in California who then gave it to 3 more people, etc. etc. etc."
They then announced you could win concert tickets if you knew what they were advertising.
I quickly dialed the number thinking I would never get through. Well it rang for a few moments and then I heard:
"KMPS with Ichabod and the waking crew, what was this 1976 commercial an advertisement for?"
I very excitedly answered "The Swine Flu!!!"
"Yes!!" they answered. "You have won a pair of tickets to go see Bret Michaels at the Emerald Queen Casino!"
My giddiness over winning kept me from saying what I really thought of this, so I just said "thank you!"
"Just make sure you don't get on the tour bus!" Ha ha ha, they said.
"I'll make sure to avoid it" I answered. Click. Music Playing.
Then some nice lady came on and got my info. I never thought to ask her why in the world a country station would be giving away Bret Michael's tickets.
Not sure who he is?
Remember the 80's band Poison? Well he was their lead singer.
Jealous you can't go with me?
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Say a little prayer for my boy?
And for me, his paranoid, overly anxious mother?
I love you all.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Something amazing, stupendous, magnificent, glorious, something so loverly and whimsical that it almost made me cry.
I received these beauties.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Mr. Man is tired. He is always tired it seems. But now I know that there is a reason.
Today I took Henry to a special Doctor that could help decipher the oh-so sadness of his cheeks.
They are always red and raw and look awfully itchy. Combine that with overly stinky poo and a constant runny nose and I was highly suspicious that this little Man had something going on.
I relayed my fears and overall assumptions and misgivings about his health to the Doctor.
She checked him out, looked at his cheeks, looked at the halo around his head where hair doesn't really grow (she had NO IDEA what that was about), then she had him say "Ah" and she exclaimed "Those are some BIG tonsils, does he snore?"
Why yes he does. But not your regular sawing logs type snoring, more of a "snort, snort, no breathing, snort, snort".
Little Man has sleep apnea.
So out come the tonsils, out come the adnoids. And while he is dreaming Astronaut dreams based on the Astronaut gas they will give him, they will also draw his blood to check for allergies. Condense all the uncomfortableness into one event, you see.
Perhaps when this is all done we will have answers about the state of his cheeks, bum and facial.
But Doctor said this should help him sleep better at night so that he won't be falling asleep on the couch every afternoon.
We shall see.
So now important questions like, what kind of ice cream will he want and will there be room enough in his bed for us to recover together, him physically, me emotionally?
Thursday, April 16, 2009
You start painting, that's what. And pretty soon you go wild with the colors and you decide that dinner mint green must adorn the walls of at least one child's room.
Brown is down.
Mint green is on the scene.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
We go in the winter, we go in the summer, spring and fall.
If there is a beach in reasonable driving distance, we are there.
So when this past week we had some pretty nice weather, I packed the kids up and headed to what would be considered a beach in Washington state.
It was Nora's first experience with sand.
At first we kept her in the front pack.
I didn't want her to get dirty. Silly as a mom of 6, I know. But I like her all sweet smelling and baby fresh. Can you blame me?
Pretty soon though, her incessant crying and staring at the sandy beach caused me to set the poor child free.
But I knew that soon, just running her fingers through the sand would not suffice. That eventually her overwhelming desire to TASTE the sand (as well as any random stick or piece of garbage) would win out.
Can you hear her little mind going?
And just cuz I know you want to know, were you aware that if you allow your baby to eat sand, that the sand will not digest, but come out exactly as it went in?
Just something to think about.
Of course, everyone else enjoyed the day as well. Albeit, WITHOUT having to eat any sand.
And just so you know, I did not save this picture of Henry for last even though he is the cutest 2 year old ever to walk the planet, this is the just the order they uploaded in.
He is not my favorite.
You can't prove it.
I refuse to acknowledge such a thought on the basis that my obvious soft spot for my children as two year old's would cause other's to assume that the child who is currently two is my favorite child.
Which Henry is not.
Like I said, you can't prove anything.
Just enjoy the picture of my not favorite child.
(Isn't he soooo cute?)
Tomorrow I will unveil Henry and Nora's newly painted and decorated bedroom.
Can't wait? Me neither.
Seriously, the end.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Henry is a smart, talented little guy.
He can do many things well and he is entertaining on a number of levels.
Some things however, are taking a little longer.
His speech for instance is straggling behind.
We have worked very hard to interpret what he is saying.
Here are a few things we have figured out.
Hoo hoo: horse
Dat hi-ya: sword
Did any of your kids have particularly strange words for things? Please tell me my son is not the only one.
Monday, April 13, 2009
January 8, 1922-April 12, 2009
Yesterday was a beautiful day.
It was Easter Sunday. A day to celebrate and teach our children about the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.
It was also the day that Jeff's grandmother, Coye Lee Kraai, went home to her Heavenly Father.
She was a great woman. Now I know that people always say that about someone who has passed away. But it is really true. She was honest, she was forthright, she was faithful. She was good to all of us, supportive and loving, proud of who we are.
Lee was the first person in Jeff's family to become a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints some 55 years ago.
She was the pioneer in his family. She raised two daughters in the gospel, they were both sealed in the Temple to their spouses and between them they made Lee a grandmother of 7, and a great grandmother of 17. Four of those grandchildren served missions for our church and because of that service, countless others have learned about the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Her life showed that one person can make a tremendous difference in the lives of countless others. That one decision can have a positive impact on a person's posterity.
The last 10 plus years, Lee endured many physical trials. Her mind was sharp, but her body had done all it could in this life.
So while we are sad for ourselves, we are so happy for her. She has gone on to be with her Savior, to be with her husband who passed 13 years before her.
It's strange to think she that she really has gone. I guess we all just thought she would go on living forever. And I guess, really, she has. She has only passed from this mortal existence but she still lives on.
And I'm grateful to have known her. I'm grateful for the choice she made that brought the Gospel to her family, which in turn brought Jeff to me. Her legacy lives on through my children. We hope to make her proud, to have her be one of those waiting with open arms for us when it is our turn. We love you G.G.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The kids are on spring break and so we have been trying to do fun and wonderful things.
Alas, though, someone short has absconded with the little do-hicky that lets my camera hook to the computer and download loverly photos of sun, sand, and beautiful children enjoying the water.
So, for now, I will continue to take pictures, think of highly clever things to blog about, but for the most part just enjoy my children for the last few days of their spring break.
Have a great week.
Monday, April 6, 2009
But to paint more of a mental picture for you, the office was mostly a dumping ground for things that had no other home. Extra desk, extra bookshelves. It also became a place where no one, myself included, really made an effort to keep it organized. It was too full of non-essential office stuff.
There were no pictures on the Diverse Beige walls, no true organization, no spark to the room.
And being that every other room in the house is more or less mine, I decided that my Jeffy, my husband and best friend, he who brings home the bacon, he who does so much for us, deserved his own room.
And for my husband, nothing could be better than a room inspired by the other great love of his life, classic cars.
When we lived in Rhode Island, Jeff owned a 1957 Plymouth Savoy. Color was silver with blue flames. It. was. AWESOME.
Alas, we had to sell Buddy, our fashion car (that's what the kids called it) so that we could have money to move across the country to go back to school.
But the memories are fond. So with blown up pictures of Buddy, bumpers and one tail light from a 1957 Plymouth, I set out to create something astounding.
And with the help of my brother Keno and his lovely wife Amy, the room was transformed.
Hanging of bumpers courtesy of Keno Granger
Flames courtesy of Amy Granger. Mad Craigslist skills that found that tail light, courtesy of Don Allen.
Our old desk painted silver
A map of Brazil and a cross stitch of Jeff's mission (courtesy of Bonnie Granger)
And I still have a little corner to myself for any future scrapbooking efforts.
It's really even better in person. But my camera is pretty low tech.
Anyway, this effort involved a lot of late nights, but the look on Jeff's face when he got home was worth every bit of it. Shock, awe, thrilled, ecstatic, all describe his reaction.
I love you Jeff.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Jeff and Julia are in Utah right now and will be back on Saturday. Which I guess is technically tomorrow since I'm up so late.
So this is all the post you get because I have a ton to do. But I will post pictures of the surprise next week.
Until then, please try and give this photo a name.
The most creative, make me laugh or good cry will win my utmost respect.
I'm short on big budget for a giveaway, but big on love.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I'm putting a stop to it.
I'm getting close to almost telling Anne Marie that she may indeed have to possibly stop dressing Henry in girl's clothes.
Except that he's so cute in them.
And doesn't he look happy?
Wait...stop it, it's not right.
But oh how the pink brings out his lovely complexion and the hues in his reddish blonde hair.
He's a boy, not a doll.
Hey, he's a boy doll.
That's it, that's why she does it.
Anne Marie has her own personal living, breathing boy doll.
This does not have to stop.
Chocolate cake on the face of my little dolly only makes her more delicious.
In this book he discusses how you can know your true self by examining the thoughts you think and how you spend your free time, (I'm thinking I'm in big trouble with this one) to name a few.
He states that we will be judged as much by our conversations as by our conduct.
That humour filled with sarcasm and sexual innuendo has no place among those who desire to be closer to God.
So my goals are going to be:
Erase sarcasm (or humour at another's expense,take your pick)as a form of humour.
Keep both my thoughts and my conversations in a state where I would be
comfortable with the Savior there.
I want my true self to be someone I'm proud of, not someone I hide from the world.
Just something to think about.