Tuesday, March 31, 2009

6 months old...

Hunter's 6 month stats:
15 lbs even
27.5 inches

At 6 months Hunter is wide awake...really, all the time!
Doesn't care for solid foods, but we remain persistant in giving them to him
Loves to roll around
Scoots backwards and often ends up under couches
Now that he rolls over, prefers to sleep on his stomach
Spends more time in the high chair as opposed to the bumbo chair
Enjoys his swim time at the YMCA
He is constantly being manhandled by his older, loving sister yet he still smiles when she enters the room.
He doesn't sleep, I know I said that already, but to reiterate he will go a whole day and not get a wink of sleep, even with me letting him cry it out, for a long, long time
Loves the toys that hang from his carseat
Already makes us stand in the hall for most of church
He is a smiley guy for the most part
He's doing the little boy giggle, and I just love it
He's quite flexible and loves his toes in his mouth
Is easily soothed with piano music

Hopefully sooner than later we'll figure out this whole sleeping thing and when he's well rested he's so much fun to be around!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009


I was at the Depot buying a gallon of paint last night. They kind clerk scanned my items. I used the pin pad thing to complete my transaction. She asks for my card to compare signatures. I don't sign my cards. That way they have to see picture ID. I kindly hold my picture ID for her. She gave the courteous look and then asked to see a card with my signature. I just showed her my ID, I was confused. She repeated, I need to see a card with a signature so I can compare the signatures. I only have one other card with a signature on it. Thumb through my wallet. Can't find it. Lady is still standing there looking at me. She's making me nervous. Nervous enough my fingers can't thumb through my cards fast enough to find a card with my signature. Finally. Found it. Proudly hand it to the lady. As I hand it over, I realize it looks absolutely nothing like the signature I just signed on the machine. She better not call me on it. She quickly glances at the card and hands it back. Thank you have a nice day....

Really- she wouldn't accept a photo ID, and instead insisted on a signature, which clearly didn't match the one I just quickly scribbled across the pad. Really? I could've just stole someone's wallet, and scribbled on a machine. Really? That's the whole reason I don't sign my cards, so they have to ask to see my photo ID. For some reason it makes me feel safer knowing they're going to ask for ID. Not this lady. Not at the depot. Nope, she compared a beautifully scripted signature on the back of my Gap card to the three lines and a circle I signed on the machine and called it good. Evidently that's just how they roll at the depot.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Leading questions...

Hallie has become quite the master of leading questions. I was eating a cookie in the kitchen when Hallie came around the corner and eyed the delectable goodness I had between my fingers.

Hallie: Mom, do you like to share?
Kara: Of course I do.
Hallie: Maybe you would like to share your cookie then. Is that a good idea?

Dang it, she got me.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

St. Patty's Day...

A friend posted on facebook: If you don't drink, St. Patrick's day is just another Tuesday. I had to chuckle. I woke up this morning took Hallie to preschool, did some errands, and ran to the mall and it was only after running into an older man in the elevator that I realized it was even St. Patrick's day. Horrible mother, I know. No green milk, or green eggs. No shamrocks hanging from the ceiling. Just another Tuesday. That's okay, I'm gearing up for the next holiday to celebrate....fourth of July!

Hallie made a fun hat at preschool and she couldn't stop talking about the gold we needed to find. If I would've been on the ball we would've had a festive day, but we didn't. Maybe next year. But we did enjoy yet another beautiful day, windy, but beautiful. Notice the short sleeve shirts...yeah!

Monday, March 16, 2009

60 degrees...

and climbing...

Tomorrow is supposed to be 68. Heaven. Flip flops. Capris. Bikes. The whole works.

With the beautiful weather comes playing outside. Hallie played outside and was loving life.

However, I came to the realization I'm not a very good "neighborhood mom." I don't like all the kids in our yard, some of whom were three times her age and had much more color in her vocabulary than anything I want to hear . That just means I become the policeman, and I don't like it. I don't like overhearing the conversations taking place outside my windows, or the influence a lot of the older kids have on my young impressionable daughter.

I especially don't like kids ringing the doorbell or running in the kitchen when I have a child sleeping in the other room who took way too long to fall asleep.

Maybe other neighborhoods have saint kids running around, but not here. They're turning on our outside water to make mud holes, opening up the garage and taking things out, writing with marker on our door. (who does that? really? it wasn't our marker that's for sure!) All the while I hear Hallie telling them: My mom is not going to like that. That is a really bad thing to do. This will make her sad.

But her voice of caution does nothing to detract these older rambunctious kids.

Nope, I'm not a neighborhood mom. I'd rather entertain Hallie for hours on end than have all the kids in the area at our house. I keep telling Steve we need a fence. He doesn't see the need. After today a fence is an absolute must, and today was just the first warm day of the year. Maybe when she gets older it won't be such a big deal. The age gap right now is just too much, they manipulate her far too much for my liking. Looks like I'll have to be more proactive.

First task: Install fence.
Second task: Invite Hallie's friends (not every kid in the area) to come play in our fenced yard.
Third task: Install a great locking mechanism so no kids can come in or get out...

on second thought perhaps I should just lock her in her room. That might work better, besides it would save money by not installing the fence. All things to be considered....

Sunday, March 15, 2009


The doorbell rang during her "rest" time. She comes running out and greets the guest. Minutes later the door is shut and this was our conversation:
Hallie: Can I be done with rest time?
Kara: (Looking at the clock) Sure, you can play downstairs if you want.
Hallie: Thanks Mom. That was so nice of you to say that. Thank you so much! (giving me a hug)

She's a kiss-up, and I love it.

We were getting her ready for bed, and she was having meltdown after meltdown. Kicking, screaming the whole works. We were trying to get her to get her pull-up on and she was not having it. I went ahead and grabbed one for her which made her fly off the handle. I retracted and allowed her to grab her own pull-up. Screaming and crying she thumbs through all of her pull-ups, pulling out one from the very end. And with tear stained cheeks she looks at me and says, "This is what I was thinking about it." (No that's not a mistype, she says that exact phrase multiple times a day)

She asks to hear a Nephi story all the time and she calls you out if you try and skip certain parts. Right now she loves the David and Goliath story as well, she goes as far to act out how David hits Goliath with a rock and Goliath falling. It's classic. As soon as we complete the story she says: "Let's talk. Let's talk about a Nephi story."

We are practicing the law of natural consequences with her. I was arranging jalapenos on a tray and she insisted I give her one. This was the converstaion:
Kara: No, they're really hot. They're not pickles
Hallie: But I want one.
Kara: No
Hallie: (crying) but I want one
Kara: Fine take one
I'm watching her face very carefully, waiting with an open hand when she decides to spit it out.
Kara: It's pretty hot huh?!
Hallie: No, it's not hot, it's just warm. Can I have another?
Kara: Why not.
She proceeds to eat five more. I'm convinced they were hotter than she was letting me believe, she was just trying to make a point. I tried them right after that, they were hot.

I was lying on the floor stretching my back by rolling my legs from one side to the other. I then started to do a rocking motion of my body from left to right to continue to stretch. Hallie walks in.
Hallie: Stop it, Mom
Kara: I'm just stretching
Hallie: Daddy says you need to stop it, we're not supposed to shake our bum like that.

I often call our little H-man Mr. Turkey Lurkey. One afternoon I was playing with him and I accidentally called him Mr. Chicken instead of Turkey Lurkey. Hallie quickly joined in. "Hey Pig". Turkey Lurkey, Chicken, Pig...I can see how she would get confused.

We were driving in the car and she kept asking for the "fight" song- I was clueless as to what she was asking for. She repeated, "The fight song, the fight song". I still had no clue, and she could tell and she started getting frustrated, the tears began to flow. I'm still clueless, we kept driving. And then a song came on the radio by Pink, and Hallie starts clapping, "I love the fight song." I was so confused. Sure enough half way through the song I hear, "I'm going to start a fight". Great! The song is quickly over and Hallie asks for it again. Of course it was on the radio, and we can't play it again. She again became sulky. I quickly turn to another station and I got her all excited for the next song. "We didn't start the fire" comes on and she quickly says, I don't like this song, I want the "fight" song. However, I make the song so fun she can't help but sing along. we get home later that night and she asks Steve for the "fire" song. Steve gives me the look and I tell him, "We didn't start the fire". He's still looking at me funny. It's better than Pink, isn't it. Maybe...

Lets go fly a kite...

I was Costco with a friend recently when we saw a huge display of nice large (5 feet wide), nylon kites. I walked by it and then walked back and thought, "How cool would it be to have a good kite?" Random...possibly. I expected to get it home, Steve come across it, and as with most things, wonder why in the world I bought it.

I think kites are so cool. When I was younger, my family would often go to Boise for my brother's soccer games. I can remember a couple times when there were some impressive kites flying around and I always thought they were so cool. Granted we didn't live in a real windy area, so you wouldn't get a whole lot of use out of them. Fast forward 15 years and I live in an ideal place for kites. It's not extremely windy, but enough to keep a kite in the air. So I thought, if there is ever a time in my life where I will be kite owner, Wisconsin it is. So I bought it.

Much to my surprise, Steve didn't say anything about it when he saw it in the living room that day. Which is almost worse, I just wanted him to argue the fact and get it over with, but he remained silent. Early Saturday morning we went to the temple in Chicago while a friend watched our kids and we were driving home at 10:30 that morning admiring what a beautiful, warm day it was, when Steve asked what I wanted to do that day. The first thing that flew out of my mouth was, "Lets go to the park and fly our kite." Not what he was expecting to hear, but he agreed it might be fun.

My thoughts started to picture this amazing kite flying experience, Hallie loving it, watching it soar, a perfect little family outing...almost.
There was just a little wind, but we figured it would be enough. We walked to the school by our house. Within seconds, the kite is assembled, I threw it up in the air and Steve takes off running. Hallie is upset because she wanted to do it, kicking and screaming because she's so tired. We're trying to convince her that once we get it up she can have her turn. More crying and frustration. To add to it, Steve realized in his running that the field is really pure mud. The ground, just thawing from the winter, was a mess. Still determined we kept trying. We gave Hallie and her friends a couple turns as we would just throw it up and they would hold the string until the kite hit the ground. Not quite the experience I had dreamed of with sweet birds whistling in the background.
The kids were frustrated, so we opted for the playground instead. While the kids played, Steve I tried the kite again. We had plenty of pavement to run on without worrying about large mud holes. And our first try it was up and flying successfully. What a simple pleasure it was. Neither Steve nor I could remember the last time we flew a kite. Once it was up we asked the kids if they wanted to fly it and of course it was cool for 2 minutes, and then they were back off at the playground. Needless to say, it was much more enjoyable for Steve and I. I was amazed at how long we flew it. Steve was surprised at how much fun it was. Now we want to buy another, perhaps a two string kite, which allows for more manipulation. Watch out, we might just have a kite show at a park near you!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


We had sick kids this weekend which is never fun. Hallie came down with it on Friday night, which led to a late, late night. Our first change of the sheets came at 12:30. Change sheets. Give bath. Do laundry. Back in bed at 1:00. As I was walking out of her room my eye caught the wool rug on the hard wood floors. I'm not sure what it was, perhaps mother's intuition, but I felt the urge to roll up the rug...

1:30 am rolls around: there's singing coming from Hallie's room. She's pleasant. I'm trying to get some sleep. I hear her cough a little bit, and then the crying. I leap out of bed, along with Steve...we change the sheets again...yet another bath, more laundry. Steve takes her downstairs to watch a movie in case she needs to be close to a bowl. I head to bed. Steve makes it to bed at 3:30am. Hunter wakes up at 7:00am. Steve was up a lot later than me, so I get Hunter. What I find was not a pretty sight...once again, I changed the sheets. Give Hunter a bath. And sulk in the living room while I hold Hunter in my arms. Sick kids are the worst!

Seeing as though we had a pretty late night, Saturday was a lazy day. A very lazy day. Both Hallie and Hunter were still sick. Steve said he enjoyed just hanging around the house...I'm not wired that way. Being lazy is not my idea of a good Saturday. I'll have to make up for it next week. Perhaps a project. A big project. Hmmm....

Daylight savings...

In regards to sleep, there's nothing worse than going to bed after midnight, setting the alarm for early morning church the following morning, only to realize it's daylight savings. Don't get me wrong, I love daylight savings in the spring. But really who is a fan of the day we actually have to "spring forward". Slowly I sunk into bed, mad at myself for not getting to bed earlier.

But today my tune has changed. As I cooked dinner in a kitchen bathed in sunlight, I was delighted with daylight savings. I sat for a moment looking out over the grass and I couldn't help but have a perma-smile. Of course it was snowing just two days ago, but it's already melted off...yeah!!

Friday, March 6, 2009


Is it possible that $3.99 could buy happiness? It just may be...U2 has released their new album "No Line on the Horizon" and it's being offered on Amazon as a digital download for $3.99. I remember buying a single CD (you know what I'm talking about, one song from an artist that was really popular) and that was $3.99! And now you can get a whole CD from one of the greatest bands of all time...well in my opinion of course!

Check it out: http://www.amazon.com/No-Line-On-The-Horizon/dp/B001S6HZTE/ref=amb_link_83805831_2?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=top-1&pf_rd_r=0BQAFDKYNYTXTH5X7W0M&pf_rd_t=301&pf_rd_p=471081391&pf_rd_i=u2

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Just wonderful...

The sun can be deceiving.

I often wake up to a beautiful ray of sunshine coming through the blinds. Yes, it's a sunny day. Perhaps it's warm. Maybe a sweatshirt will do. However, the sun can be deceiving. And when I step outside without my coat on, I'm reminded that it's far colder than I imagined. But that doesn't change the feeling of sun on my face, it's a good feeling.

I went outside this morning with the sun shining, expecting it to be cold. This was not the case. It was mild, with a slight bite when the wind picked up. But man did it feel good. There was a part of me that was jumping for joy because spring is just around the corner. Our snow for the most part has all melted it off. Hallie rode her bike in our balmy 50 degree weather. It was wonderful. The other part of me anxiously watches the weather knowing that there's got to be another snow storm just around the corner. By this time of year, every time I see the snow fall I think, "Is this the last fall of the year?" and I get excited when I entertain the idea.

But the chances of it snowing again are fairly high. And that's okay. Because I know there will be days like today in between bursts of snow. Which makes everything okay.

I love the sun.
Even better I love daylight savings in the spring.
I love seeing the first buds on the trees, or sprouts from my plants.
My garden is calling my name, my flowers await their pampering.
I love the sun.

I'm hoping it lasts. I think we're just about to the point in the season where warmer days start to outweigh the cold days. I look forward to that.
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