Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Monday, August 25, 2008

A Bicycle Built for Six?

I'm not saying it was safe.


CJ was upset that I made him stay in his jogger. Next time, maybe.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Excuse Me, Mom


More rice cereal please.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

My Husband: Master Packer




We just got back from visiting Megan and Jon in Washington D.C. It was a great trip. Very fun. It was my first visit, and I loved everything about it. It got me anxious to learn more about our founding fathers, the U.S. presidents, and frozen yogurt (and probably deep-dish pizza, too). CJ was a trooper. He lived in his car seat for five days but still managed to find things to grin about.


Yet again, our cheapness was a highlight. Instead of renting a car for a few days, we loaded up three babies and three adults in one car. Imagine: three car seats in the back, Megan and me sharing the front seat and Christian crunched in the very back with two strollers (one being a double). And imagine all this happening in a car with Utah license plates. I think that's what made it alright. We even managed to make it to the airport this way--along with four oversized bags and a few carry-ons. Christian had a few packing strokes of genius that saved us $40 in cab-fare. Nice.

We can't wait to go back and see more of the sights. Maybe next time we'll rent a car. Somehow it seems unlikely.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

To What Lengths Would You Go for a Disney Movie?


Remember me? I'm the one who embarrasses easily. Lately, I've been listening to the box set of Disney's classic movie songs (not the embarrassing part, yet...keep reading)--which caused me to rediscover the movie Hercules. I somehow talked Christian into renting it. Trust me, I had to think long and hard before I even considered doing this. That would mean I would have to walk up to a counter and rent Hercules face to face with another human being. Me, a grown adult. I figured it was worth the risk. After all, we have a kid now. He likes that kind of stuff. That and sucking on his hand.

The trouble started when we couldn't find the movie, which led Christian (I was too embarrassed) to ask for some help. I was ready to pull the plug on the whole thing, but the store clerk came around the corner with Christian and loudly asked (Did she have to be so loud?), "Are you the one looking for Hercules?" I just about played it cool and asked for Die Hard instead. But I didn't. Of course, we looked. And of course it wasn't there.

She started suggesting other "cute" kids movies we might like. I have to hand it to her, she acted like it was normal for two grown adults to be looking for Hercules. I guess I looked pretty disappointed because she sent the manager out. Looked again. Still couldn't find it. Meanwhile, Christian and had settled on Freaky Friday (the original version with Jodie Foster and the kid from The Phone Call) when the manager came running after us, waving a movie frantically. "We've got it! We've got it!" Christian, of course, was playing it up: "I can't believe you found it! Isn't this great, Sade? A Disney miracle!" I was just wishing CJ was older and that I could somehow blame this on him.

So we got our movie. (Not until after we had signed up for a card. Another shot in the arm. That's how important it was for us to rent this movie: we actually signed up for a card in order to rent it.)

Moral of the story: stick with netflix. Much easier. Much less embarrassing.

Monday, August 4, 2008

I don't get it, either

Lately, CJ thinks everything is SO funny--even his uncle Isaac.