Kyle's First Major Booboo!

*Post By Cole*

So Jessica's mom and I were going to surprise Jessica at this new restaurant we have been wanting to try. We got Kyle in the car and met Jessica there. It was amazing. Long story short, I go to work and the next text I get is with this picture:

I guess shortly after I left Kyle was enjoying himself climbing on the bench and got too close to the edge and slipped, hitting his head on the corner of the table. Jessica's mom caught Kyle before he hit the ground, luckily. They immediately got a napkin and band-aid to stop the bleeding, and headed to the nearest Instacare. The first one they got to said they could get him in at 5:30pm, two hours later. Great service! Anyway, they took him to a different one and they got him right in. Luckily no stitches, just a little glue and he was all set.
I think Kyle is making this face because of the numbing gel they put on his head. We love you Kyle! Hopefully this will teach you not to stand so close to the edge.
*Note from Jessica: Kyle actually bounced back really well. By the time we got to the doctor, he was his cheerful, happy self. Of course, he didn't so much like being held down for the glueing process...


I'm so thankful for the quiet moments in my life that enable me to receive information and approbation from Heavenly Father. I had one of those moments last night.

We've been extremely fortunate in the sleep department. Ever since Kyle was about 6 months old, he's been able to fall asleep on his own and stay asleep through the night. With very few exceptions (like when he's teething or not feeling well), we have storytime, prayers, and bed at 8 pm every night, and he sleeps until between 8 and 8:30 am the next morning. Even if he fusses a little when we first lay him down, he soon realizes that he is tired, and quiets down in 5 minutes or less. This is one area in which I feel I have done some good as a mother.

Last night, things were a little different. I laid him down at 8, just like always. He fussed a little when I left the room, but I expected him to calm down like he usually does. However, after about 20 minutes he was still crying, so, being a little frustrated, I went back into the room and picked him up for some snuggles. He was still pretty restless, so I sat up and rocked him, and did something I don't usually do: I started singing to him. Now, even though I have a decent enough singing voice, I rarely feel comfortable singing without accompaniment. So, I haven't sung to Kyle as much as I might like to. Last night, though, something prompted me to sing to Kyle.

I started with "I Am a Child of God," and sang through all of my favorite primary songs and many of my favorite hymns. Kyle could appreciate the novelty of it, because after a song or two, he finally laid still in my arms and just watched me as I sang to him. After about half an hour, he fell quietly to sleep.

As I was singing, I was struck with the simplicity of primary songs. I've always felt the Spirit more when singing primary songs than hymns, simply because in primary songs the messages are more direct and easier to understand, and therefore more piercing. Last night was no different. I felt the comforting embrace of the Holy Ghost, and I know his presence calmed Kyle's spirit as well as my own. I realized I was in part fulfilling a promise in my patriarchal blessing that I would teach my children the gospel by precept and by example. Even though Kyle is young, he absorbs everything around him like a sponge, and I know he understood what I was singing to him. I know if I sing to him he'll grow up loving primary songs and hymns just like I do. Even though this was a departure from our typical bedtime routine, everything turned out the way it needed to.

I know I'll never be nominated for Mother of the Year, but last night, Heavenly Father let me know that I was doing just fine. And that revelation made all the difference to me.


A Trip Back in Time

Saturday Kyle and I joined Jon and Aimee (Cole's brother and sister-in-law) at the dinosaur museum at Thanksgiving Point. They were baby-sitting our niece, Ana, who thinks dinosaurs are about the coolest thing since sliced bread...or before sliced bread...whatever. Anyway, they surprised her with a trip to the museum, and we got to tag along. Kyle had a blast! He ran around yelling at the top of his lungs most of the time. His favorite parts were a crawl-in "cave"--I had to practically drag him out--and a paleontologist "dig" at the end of the exhibits. He got to crawl around in the sand and make a giant mess of himself. Being the scatterbrain that I am these days, I forgot to bring our camera, so I stole some pictures from Jon's Facebook page.

I decided that we should do things like this more often. Kyle absolutely loved being at the museum because there were plenty of things for him to touch. Plus, even though he's young, I know he's absorbing information like a sponge, so it's a great way to teach him things about the world. Oh, and admission for him is still free.


A Real-Life Fairy Tale

Wednesday night my mom's family threw a giant 50th anniversary party for my grandparents. It was a ton of fun! I had the chance to make one of those photo montage videos of their lives for the party, and it really got me thinking.

My grandparents met in Sunday School in California. My grandmother wasn't a member of the church, and it was her first time there. One of the very first people she saw was my grandpa, leaning his chair on two legs up against the wall in a charmingly rebellious way. My grandpa eventually baptized my grandma before serving a mission in Mexico. When he got home, they got married and started their family. 50 years later, they have 7 children, 27 grandchildren, and 1 great-grandchild. They've had hard times and happy times, laughter and tears, joy and suffering. 50 years later, it's easy to tell they're still very much in love.

Here's what I've been wondering: why do our fairy tale stories, like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty or The Little Mermaid, end right after the wedding of the main couple? Sure, it's romantic when a couple overcomes all odds to finally be together. But isn't it so much more romantic to see a couple who has been together for 10, 20, or even 50 years and is still madly in love with one another, even after all the hardships that life can bring? What if 50 years after "happily ever after", Prince Eric got tired of Ariel's oversensitivity when it came to eating seafood? Or Prince Phillip got sick of Aurora falling asleep at the most inopportune moments? Or Prince Charming grew weary of keeping Cinderella from sweeping up after their guests? Would we still tell their stories to our children? Are those the examples of marriage we would want to give?

Personally, I'd rather be like my grandparents any day. Sure, they had a romantic, fairy-tale-ish courtship and wedding, but they've had an even more romantic story since then. If Cole and I are half as happy on our 50th anniversary as they are today, I'll consider us lucky. If there's one thing that I've learned from my grandparents, its even though "happily ever after" is romantic, it's the details of that journey that really count.


Random Thought for the Day

You know what word I hate?


As in, "I'm __ weeks prego!"
(Like it's so hard to say "pregnant".)

Do you know what my first impression is when I hear that someone is "prego"?

One of these:
Or possibly some of this:
Or even those two things together. GROSS.
So, if you come up to me and tell me excitedly that you're "prego", don't be offended if I cringe. It's not at the thought of you procreating but at the thought of waffles covered in tomato sauce.


Should We Be Worried?

Kyle loves shoes. He loves to put his shoes on, and if he finds other people's shoes laying around, he brings them to me and either tries to put them on my feet or asks me to put them on him. Yesterday he found a pair of Stephanie's heels (which are adorable, by the way). He brought one to me and tried to put it on my foot. Since Stephanie has midget feet, I told him the shoe wouldn't fit me, so he put it on the floor and asked me to put it on him. I did, and surprisingly he walked pretty well with it on. We decided to put the other one on him to see how that would go, and he was thrilled. He clomped around the house for a good 20 minutes, and we laughed like crazy...mostly because he walks better in heels than either Stephanie or I do. His daddy was so proud when I sent him this video. :)
Oh, and just so you know, my child isn't typically so white-trash. We were in the process of getting ready for bed, so that's why he's only in his onesie (which, you'll notice, is also unsnapped at the bottom).
And, I apologize for the low-quality video. I took it with my cell phone because I couldn't find our camera. You get the general idea, though. :)


25 Things Tag

This tag has been floating around Facebook for a really long time. I finally did it today, and I decided to post my answers on the blog as well for those people who don't have Facebook.

The rules: list 25 things about yourself and tag friends to do the same.

1. I sometimes think in movie quotes.
2. I ALWAYS have a song in my head. Even if I'm thinking of something else, there's always a song there playing in the background.
3. I would rather die a painful death than eat a mushroom.
4. I really enjoy it when I say something that makes someone else laugh. I enjoy it so much that I can't help but laugh at myself out of pride: "ha ha! I'm SO funny!"
5. If someone plays a note on the piano, 99% of the time i can correctly tell you what note it is (My brothers think this trick is awesome).
6. I always have an "E" in my head, and if someone told me to sing any random note, there's a good chance it would be an "E".
7. I loathe odd numbers, particularly anything with a 7. They just make me feel icky. The only exception is 5 or anything with a 5--I'm not really sure why, though. (ironic that this ended up being fact #7!)
8. I love the smell of clean laundry. When I was pregnant, I actually craved that smell. I'd carry a dryer sheet around with me so I could smell it when a particularly strong craving came along.
9. The sight of dead fish gives me the willies.
10. I have a disgusting obsession with popping zits. It's cathartic for me--perhaps it represents my need to relieve the pressure I feel in my life. :)
11. I love the feel of sticky objects, like tape. When I was a little kid, I always had to have a Band-Aid to play with when I'd go to sleep. My parents switched me to tape because it was cheaper. To this day, if I have something sticky in my hand, I'll play with it until it no longer has any stick left.
12. I taught myself to read when I was 4 years old. My told me he was too tired to read me a story and told me to read it instead, and, to his surprise, I did.
13. I laugh hysterically at Kyle when he throws tantrums.
14. When I get nervous/bored, I tug on my right earlobe. It is slightly longer and stretchier than my left earlobe because of this.
15. I am EXTREMELY self-conscious about my hair. Even if I'm totally happy with how the rest of me looks, I feel frumpy and hideous if my hair is not exactly the way I want it.
16. I am an angry driver. I yell a lot (and occasionally curse) when I'm driving.
17. I crave salty food WAY more than I ever crave sweets.
18. I have only kissed two guys besides my husband.
19. If I have a task that requires an exact number of something, I have to count and re-count it at least 3 times. I know I know how to count, but I'm so afraid that I'll make a mistake that I have to double and triple check.
20. I'm right-handed, but I text a million times faster with my left hand.
21. Sometimes my brain moves faster than my mouth, and when my mouth can't keep up I mush up words and totally sound like I have a speech impediment.
22. I don't think there's ANYTHING I can't do after having a baby.
23. When I was in third grade, I got the bright idea to shave my arms and legs ("Hey, Daddy shaves the hair on his face; that must mean I should shave my arm and leg hair"). I still have a scar on my right arm from that experience.
24. Ny-Quil always makes me gag. I'd rather lose sleep than take it.
25. Sometimes I'm relieved when I have to haul Kyle out of Sacrament Meeting. It means I can sit in the comfortable rocking chairs in the mother's lounge and fall asleep.


Bride Wars

Friday night Cole and I got the chance to go on a date (which are few and far between with us). We decided to catch a movie, so we headed over to Jordan Commons and managed to find a decent parking spot (stay tuned...this situation yielded a hilarious story that I will relate tomorrow). Cole let me choose what movie, so we decided to see Bride Wars. It turned out to be a great choice!

First of all, I love Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway. Every performance of Kate Hudson's is so reminiscent of her mother, and I absolutely love Goldie Hawn (Overboard, anyone?). I love Anne Hathaway's dry humor. I was expecting a funny movie, and I was not let down.

Kate Hudson's character, Liv, is a tough-as-nails lawyer who's pushy and loud. Anne Hathaway's character, Emma, is an agreeable, fairly soft-spoken pushover. The two met and became friends during tea when they were eight years old. Their binding element? A shared desire to be married in June in the Plaza Hotel. Flash forward 20 years. Both girls get engaged within weeks of each other, and, being best friends, agree to be one another's maid of honor. They set up a meeting with New York's most acclaimed wedding planner, and, much to their joy, both achieve exactly what they've been scheming about since they were children: June weddings at the Plaza. But, of course, a kink in the works always appears. They get a call from the wedding planner, who ashamedly informs them that her assistant made a mistake and booked their weddings on the same day (oh the horror!). They agree that one of them has to move their date; but unfortunately, the next available June date at the Plaza is in three years. Both brides refuse to budge, and what results is a hilarious series of sabotage and one-ups that threaten to destroy their friendship.

I enjoyed this movie for several reasons. First of all, it was fairly clean-cut by the standards of today's rom-coms. No gratuitous sex scenes, no foul language, no violence (except a hilarious scene where the brides wrestle each other to the ground in their wedding dresses and all you can see is a mountain of tulle)...it was rated PG. I can't remember the last time a good date movie came out with a rating like that!
Second, it showed a different side of a wedding story than is usually portrayed. Usually a wedding movie is all about conflict between the bride- and groom-to-be. In this movie, the grooms got little screen time and were really little more than supporting characters. Some critics abhorred this fact, since it DOES stand to reason that the groom should be a major part of a wedding film. I found it refreshing, personally. Many different relationships are tested during the planning and execution of a wedding, and it was nice to see a movie about the relationship of two best friends during their respective weddings. Too much about the grooms would have thrown off the entire concept of the movie.

Third, it hit close to home. How many women have gotten married, had a friend get married, or even just had a love-hate relationship with a friend that, at times, escalated into all-out warfare? I dare say most, if not all, women have experienced at least one of these events. It certainly made me think about the kinds of friends I've had and still have. How many friends have I had that I loved so much that I could hate them so much? I can only think of two. One was in middle school and high school. We were in the same LDS ward growing up, and if we weren't together, we were in a huge fight. We aren't as close anymore because our lives went in different directions, but I'm pretty sure that if we were still best friends it would be the same now. I find myself missing her at times. The other friend was in college. We became roommates during my junior year at BYU and quickly became practically inseparable. We did all sorts of crazy things together and had a lot of deep, soul-baring conversations. After I got engaged, things got tense between us, and our relationship deteriorated almost to the point of hatred. I didn't speak to or hear from her for almost a year. During that time, I think we both cooled off and realized that we were being silly, and now we're friends again, despite living in different cities. When I think of best friends I've had in life, these two people certainly are at the top of my list, and I'll always think fondly of them, no matter where I am in life.

This is a great movie for anyone to see, but I particularly recommend seeing it with your girlfriends. It'll make you realize just how worthwhile a good friend can be.


My Blog Crazy Opinionated Wife

(Just so everyone knows, this is Cole, Jessica's husband.)

I just have to say a few words about Jessica my wonderful wife. I have been reading our blog posts, and the majority of the posts are Jessica, and he majority of those posts are of Jessica sharing her opinion. One of the most incredible aspects of our marriage is that we can agree to disagree. Now most of the time I agree with her because I don't understand half of the "smart" words she uses, but that is fine by me. She is probably reading this right now critiquing everything in this blog, I might purposely misspell some words just to get a rise out of her. Jessica and I have some very great ongoing debates such as which is the better hotel company, which is of course Hilton. Also like who snores louder at night, which is definitely Jessica. No, but seriously, Jessica is very good at forming a valid neutral argument and which voices her deepest thoughts on the subject, and at no time has she ever told me that I am wrong for thinking a certain way, she has just leaves it at we agree to disagree. I am not saying Jessica is completely opened minded all the time, she is very stubborn sometimes, hence why we have a very stubborn and independent 16 month old child. I as well, am very stubborn, probably more so than Jessica, and am not as calm and collected when it comes to open debate.

My point being, Jessica is an amazing woman with an amazing new found talent for blogging on critical and political issues. Using her friends posts and making a mostly fair stance on the topic, and expanding her feelings on it. Usually resulting in seven to ten people posting comments on it. I find this a very good skill, that she could go far in a career doing. She would be a great opinion columnist. I would like everyone who does read past and future posts (stay tuned, she has a great one coming up next) by my blog crazy opinionated wife, know that she is an amazing wife and an amazing mother, minus the snoring. She does this because she loves to hear other peoples opinion on the matter, to help her further her opinion on the same matter. I have seen her opinion be changed by other people's blogs more than once. She is the driving force behind our little family. I love her so much, and can't imagine my life without her. She lifts me up, and shows me what I can be, what I want to be. She has never told me that I can't do something. I know this whole post might sound like a giant cheesy ball, but I had to say it.
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