General Conference Weekend

Playing catch up - we'll see how far I get. :-)

We had a great General Conference weekend. I like the idea of creating some extra things for my kids (and the adults in our house...) to look forward to General Conference weekend, so I've started doing special cooking, mostly in the mornings, since it doesn't start for us until noon. So Saturday morning, we had crepes with Nutella. Jack really liked the "chock-et!" It's great to be able to share life's finer things with my children.


Then I got the kids out the house for a little while so Ben could get some things done. We met up with some friends at Coastfest, an educational event sponsored by the Dept. of Natural Resources, which teaches kids about the wildlife, ecosystems, topography, etc. of our coastline. We only stayed for about an hour, but the kids had a great time getting up close and personal with the animals that were all caught locally. They saw/touched/held: a snake, a baby alligator, sharks, shrimp, horseshoe crabs, sting rays, turtles, and others I can't remember right now. It was cool! Thanks for talking me into going, Allyson and Amber. :-)


Then we got home, ate some lunch, and watched conference. The kids did great! We set up a bunch of pictures from the Gospel Art Picture Kit on the wall, and let Cat cut out small pictures of the apostles and tape them onto the pictures (in page protectors.) Cat also helped with the taping of the pictures onto the wall. This was a good, simple activity to help her pay attention intermittently and recognize the apostles, but she wasn't as into it as I hoped she would be. We also tried to make a tent under the table (when the laptop was somewhere else) and tell the kids that it was the quiet tent for listening to our leaders (like King Benjamin's people listening to his sermon from their tents) but they were only excited about that for a short time.


In the end, this is what helped Cat stay quiet and even pay attention a little more than anything else we did. I got her her own notepad, and she sat down and copied, word for word, what Ben was taking notes on. On this page, she has written "find out what the Lord wants you to do then do it dear to the shepheurd."

She did some drawing, too. I found this page a few days after conference and it took me a few minutes to decipher it. Can you guess?

She wrote "the 1 prestitse" and drew a picture of 3 men. It's the First Presidency. Love it. And I bet Pres. Monson and Pres. Eyring appreciate all of the hair.

Sunday morning we made our own donuts and had some fun with it. Since we'd just gotten out all of the Halloween stuff, and I don't own a donut cutter, Cat suggested that we use the Halloween cookie cutters to cut out the donuts. It's hard to tell, but we ended up with bats, ghosts, moons, and of course pumpkins for donuts. We also made our glaze orange. Cat loved it and I think we might have a continuing conference tradition now.... We'll see if she remembers next year. :-)


Since the first session of General Conference is during J's and E's nap time, we decided to take the kids to the Church for the second session on Sunday. This ended up being a very bad idea. It was the session they did the worst in. They were rowdy and difficult in the chapel, and then they saw that someone was in the nursery playing with toys, so they just begged and begged to go to the nursery to play also. We finally relented, partly for our sanity, and partly for the relief of the other people struggling to pay attention to the speakers. So they spent the last 30 minutes (or more?) in the nursery playing while Ben and I sat in the foyer and listened. E crawled around happily.

All in all, it was a really good conference experience. I admit that I didn't get as much out of it as I would have liked to, but that is mostly because I was focused on the kids and helping them to stay reverent, learn, and listen. I think that's the way to go for this season of my life.



Breaking News.

Okay, I'm ready to share a little secret I've had for a while. I have another blog. Yep. Most of you probably don't know about it, because I don't ever talk about it. I'm still a little self-conscious about my random ramblings and unreasonable crafting obsession being so widely available (I don't think it's gets much more widely available than the internet...) but it's there, so I guess someone might as well be reading it.

I started the blog over a year ago, so why tell everyone about it now? Well, it's because I love my sister so much and I'm hoping to steer some traffic over her way. My latest post gushes about Susannah and all of her lovely vinylness. She recently started a vinyl business and she's hosting a giveaway right now, so it's the perfect time, right? Check her out!

Okay, now back to our regularly scheduled programming...

8 months old!


This month, Eliza started doing several things. She positioned herself from crawling to sitting and she began...

pulling herself up on things and making MESSES,

climbing up the step from the recessed living room into the rest of the house,

and getting fresh with the baby in the mirror (I don't blame her. I can hardly resist a few smooches when she's near me.)

We sure love our little Liza Bug!

Addendum

I don't know how I forgot about these things Jack has said when I was writing last night....

I might have written about this in a previous post, but around Jack's 2nd birthday he started saying, "I CAN'T SEE!" whenever he was frustrated about something (trying to climb on playground equipment or something like that). I was puzzled about this until I realized that that is what he always hears from Cat when she is frustrated at him for standing right in front of the television.

He started a few weeks ago saying, "I hurt my body!" in an adorable, pathetic voice when ever he fell or got hurt. But soon he changed it and began filling in the thing he last touched when he was injured. We started hearing these things instead: "I hurt my twain twack!" or "I hurt my kitchen!" This morning he said "I hurt my cowboy bankee!" when he bumped himself on our footboard, which had his cowboy blankie draped over it.

Jackisms

(photo courtesy of Lindsey Lou Photography)

Jack has been talking so much more! He began putting sentences together shortly before he turned 2, and since then he hasn't slowed down a bit. It's really cool to hear what he has to say and get more of a feel for his thoughts and personality. There are still times when I look at him trying to tell me something and I can tell that he is really working at trying to figure out what to say and formulate his words. But I've collected a few funny things now that I think I have enough to be worthy of a post. A sidebar won't be too far behind, I'm sure.

I sowee, Mommy. I jus' bwoke twain twack.
I sorry, Mommy. I just broke train track.

Funny, Mommy. Wiza make joke.
Funny, Mommy. Liza make joke.

Sing "Thomas is his friend," Mommy.
(Referring to Thomas theme song, "Thomas and His Friends.")

No eating Poocy. How bow' Thomas. (When Eliza was grabbing his Percy train.)
No eating Percy. How about Thomas.

I suck!
I stuck!

I jus' burp. I jus' burp again.
I just burp. I just burp again.

This has happened a few times during bedtime prayers over the last week. Apparently, Jack is very grateful for his trains:
Me: I thank thee
J: I sake ee
Me: for my family
J: Fo' my Poocy (Percy)
Me: for my family
J: Fo' my Thomas (the train)
Me: for my family
J: Fo' my Pesser (Spencer)

Yesterday I was singing some songs to Jack while I unloaded the dishwasher. Each time I finished a new song he would say, "I wove that song!" What a great audience!

Guess who got a bike!

Did you guess Ben?

Yep. He's been looking for a good deal for forever and finally found what he wanted at the right price several weeks ago. Ironically enough, he got the trailer several months ago. (It works as a double jogging stroller as well, so we've still been using it, though.)

Once he got it from the nice folks who were selling it on Craigslist, he couldn't wait to go for a ride. Even though it was close to bedtime on a school night (but not as dark as it looks in the picture.)


The next time he took the kids they both rode in the trailer, with pillows and a blankie.
I love that they fell asleep holding hands.

7 months old!

Yes, Eliza is 7 months old now. We are more than half-way through the 1st year! (And, incidentally, well over halfway to 8 months, but that's neither here nor there...)


During her 7th month, Eliza had solid food for the first time.
Photo credit: Cat

"Hmm... what to make of this...."

"I think I like it!"

A few days later, she had peas for the first time.
Not her favorite.

This month I let her swing in the backyard baby swing for the first time, too.
Yep, she loved it!

She still loved it when Jack took a turn pushing.
So we've had several afternoons of this...

I decided to press my luck and see how she did in the wagon, too.
This is only scary if Cat is the one doing the driving.
(For clarification, see the video from this post. Cat goes even faster now.)

But we managed to move at less than warp speed, and all survived to tell the tale.

Other developments this month:
  • Given the choice between her toys and anything else, she'll choose anything else. This includes but is not limited to shoes, wires, big kid toys, pieces of trash, etc.
  • Crawling to wherever she wants to go, or away from wherever she doesn't want to be.
  • Sitting up unassisted for more than a few seconds. Bath time is so much easier now!