Thursday, November 15, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Guess Parker's Favorite Parent
And I'll give you a hint... It's not me.
Paul almost always gets up with Parker (for which I'm sure he will be rewarded countless blessings in Heaven), but a few weeks ago Paul was feeling under the weather, so I dragged my lazy bones out of bed to attend to our screaming child. When Paul gets Parker in the morning, I usually hear Parker say "hello!" or "hi!" or "door." Expecting the same warm welcome, I was rather disgruntled when Parker saw me and cried, "Nooooooooo!" and then threw himself back onto his mattress. It has played out the same way every other time in the last two weeks that I've woken up with him.
Sadly, it doesn't stop there.
Parker knows that he has to hold a hand when we're in a parking lot. If ever the three of us are together it goes a little like this:
Me: "Parker, hold my finger."
Parker: "Noooooooo!"
Me: "Ok, then hold Daddy's finger."
Parker: Squeals in delight and runs to hold Paul's finger.
Also... I usually get out of the car before Paul and when Parker sees me through the back window he (assuming that I'm about to get him out of his carseat) screams "Noooooooo!" Suddenly he's happy as a clam when Paul opens up the back door and proceeds to unstrap the restraints.
Two nights ago I came into the living room holding Parker's pajamas and a diaper and said, "Ok, Parker let's get ready for nigh-nigh," Parker said... well, I'll let you guess what happened next.
Sometimes when he acts like this I'm tempted to be offended. Does he know who carried him in the womb for nine long months? Does he realize what I've sacrificed in order to stay at home and play cars with him and change those stinky diapers? Doesn't he know that I'm actually the cooler parent? (Just kidding about the last one.) But then I remember that his preference for Paul over me actually makes my job easier, not to mention that I think it makes Paul feel special, so I guess it's okay.
Paul almost always gets up with Parker (for which I'm sure he will be rewarded countless blessings in Heaven), but a few weeks ago Paul was feeling under the weather, so I dragged my lazy bones out of bed to attend to our screaming child. When Paul gets Parker in the morning, I usually hear Parker say "hello!" or "hi!" or "door." Expecting the same warm welcome, I was rather disgruntled when Parker saw me and cried, "Nooooooooo!" and then threw himself back onto his mattress. It has played out the same way every other time in the last two weeks that I've woken up with him.
Sadly, it doesn't stop there.
Parker knows that he has to hold a hand when we're in a parking lot. If ever the three of us are together it goes a little like this:
Me: "Parker, hold my finger."
Parker: "Noooooooo!"
Me: "Ok, then hold Daddy's finger."
Parker: Squeals in delight and runs to hold Paul's finger.
Also... I usually get out of the car before Paul and when Parker sees me through the back window he (assuming that I'm about to get him out of his carseat) screams "Noooooooo!" Suddenly he's happy as a clam when Paul opens up the back door and proceeds to unstrap the restraints.
Two nights ago I came into the living room holding Parker's pajamas and a diaper and said, "Ok, Parker let's get ready for nigh-nigh," Parker said... well, I'll let you guess what happened next.
Sometimes when he acts like this I'm tempted to be offended. Does he know who carried him in the womb for nine long months? Does he realize what I've sacrificed in order to stay at home and play cars with him and change those stinky diapers? Doesn't he know that I'm actually the cooler parent? (Just kidding about the last one.) But then I remember that his preference for Paul over me actually makes my job easier, not to mention that I think it makes Paul feel special, so I guess it's okay.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Applesauce
Earlier this week Parker and I spent the day at Grammy's house learning how to make and jar homemade applesauce. This stuff is so good! Way, way, way better than the stuff you buy from the store. Unless that store is Trader Joe's, then in that case, it's pretty comparable. What I thought would be a year's supply may end up only being a month's supply.
HALLOWEEN
We really lived up Halloween this year. Parker was a puppy (although most of the time you couldn't tell because he didn't like wearing his hat), Paul was Brian Wilson and I was a fairy. It started with our ward Trunk-or-Treat. Here we are in the "photo booth."
Paul with his friend Jared, aka Nacho:
Our car: (We carved pumpkins this year for the first time since we've been married!)
On Halloween morning, a bunch of girls from the ward got together with the kiddos for a party and lunch.
We weren't planning on trick-or-treating with Parker, but he got soooo excited just handing out candy to other kids that came to our door, that we decided to visit a few apartments in our neighborhood.
And then the REAL fun began- Parker got to eat his candy!
On Halloween morning, a bunch of girls from the ward got together with the kiddos for a party and lunch.
We weren't planning on trick-or-treating with Parker, but he got soooo excited just handing out candy to other kids that came to our door, that we decided to visit a few apartments in our neighborhood.
Friday, October 19, 2012
The Pumpkin Patch
Helping Parker smile/checking for periodontal disease:
Getting a ride from a wheelbarrow:
Getting chased by a wheelbarrow:
Corn Maze Conquered!
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Birthday #26
I had a lovely birthday this year. Mother Nature provided Paul with the perfect idea for a gift on my special day- a window air conditioner for our bedroom. (It was over 100 degrees on Monday and even hotter on Tuesday!) And now our room stays at a glorious 78 degrees. Ahhhh...
Our babysitter, Uncle Nate, was going to watch Parker for us while we went out to dinner, but he ended up having to stay at the hospital late, so we took Parker with us. (Nate stayed with us while he did a vascular surgery externship at UCI.) Parker must have known it was my birthday, because he was on his best behavior. We went to a gourmet waffle shop in Orange called Bruxie. I had the fried chicken waffle and Paul had the bacon, egg and cheddar waffle. Parker mostly ate our waffle cut french fries.
The party continued on to Wednesday when we had cake-- carrot with cream cheese frosting. Yum!
Thank you to everyone who made my birthday so special!
Our babysitter, Uncle Nate, was going to watch Parker for us while we went out to dinner, but he ended up having to stay at the hospital late, so we took Parker with us. (Nate stayed with us while he did a vascular surgery externship at UCI.) Parker must have known it was my birthday, because he was on his best behavior. We went to a gourmet waffle shop in Orange called Bruxie. I had the fried chicken waffle and Paul had the bacon, egg and cheddar waffle. Parker mostly ate our waffle cut french fries.
Thank you to everyone who made my birthday so special!
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