The other day Jamie followed me into the bathroom, and I let him, but I tried to teach him about not opening the door again until I was no longer "nakers," as we've come to call it.
"Auntie Shell," Jamie's Aunt Michelle whom he LOOOOOVES, got to my parents' house after work later that day to join the rest of us. When she got here, Jamie followed her to the bathroom too, but she told him she needed to go by herself.
While she was in there, we were starting to informally fill our plates and eat dinner, and I had Jamie say a prayer. When I prompted him to thank Heavenly Father for Rob, Michelle, and Conner, he said "tank you for Rob Shell Tonner, Shell going pee-pee potty all by self."
Pertinent information, right?
Then, when Michelle came out of the bathroom, Jamie looked at her, grinned, and said, "Auntie Shell no more nay-ters!"
Friday, November 25, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Hanging Organizer
I've actually made a LOT of crafts and stuff lately that I haven't posted on here, believe it or not. I've been crafting so much that I think it would bore everyone to tears if I posted every little thing.
But this...this must be shown off. It took SO LONG to make and I was SO TIRED of working on it! It took me more than TWO WEEKS to complete! For anyone who knows my crafting preferences, that's not me. I like projects that don't take long; instant gratification, baby! But now this is done, and I have to admit I'm proud of it.
I got the idea and instructions (I never would have attempted something like this by myself) from this post on Make It and Love It, the absolute best crafting/sewing how-to site ever. LOVE it.
(If you're wondering, the doorknob hanger is from the dollar store. I bought the pumpkin as-is and simply glued ribbon to it. Adds a little fall cheer to my kitchen. :))
Now I don't have to go digging for all these little things in that crowded box.
Here's the other side. It's the same fabric in a different color; wouldn't have been my first choice except I was trying really hard to use up what I already had instead of spending more money on new stuff. As it is, I only bought the bias tape, vinyl, and zipper for this project. $5-$6, maybe.
So, the zipper I mentioned--that wasn't in Ashley's design. I put that in so that I could store bigger things, like my quilting ruler (is that what it's called?) inside. (And yes, I am proud of my little self for thinking of it, figuring it out, and getting it to work!!) I got that idea from a hanging wrapping paper organizer that my mom has. Why not utilize all parts?
When possible, I also put projects in there that I'm working on or planning to soon work on.
I still have a long way to go to get all my crafting/sewing stuff organized the way I want it; that probably won't happen until we have a bigger place. But I'm making progress, and we've been seeing a lot more of the surface of the dining room table since I made this!
Yay.
But this...this must be shown off. It took SO LONG to make and I was SO TIRED of working on it! It took me more than TWO WEEKS to complete! For anyone who knows my crafting preferences, that's not me. I like projects that don't take long; instant gratification, baby! But now this is done, and I have to admit I'm proud of it.
I got the idea and instructions (I never would have attempted something like this by myself) from this post on Make It and Love It, the absolute best crafting/sewing how-to site ever. LOVE it.
She used it for jewelry; I'm using it for all my sewing notions. My little sewing box was crammed so full, it was hard to close it!
(If you're wondering, the doorknob hanger is from the dollar store. I bought the pumpkin as-is and simply glued ribbon to it. Adds a little fall cheer to my kitchen. :))
Now I don't have to go digging for all these little things in that crowded box.
Here's the other side. It's the same fabric in a different color; wouldn't have been my first choice except I was trying really hard to use up what I already had instead of spending more money on new stuff. As it is, I only bought the bias tape, vinyl, and zipper for this project. $5-$6, maybe.
So, the zipper I mentioned--that wasn't in Ashley's design. I put that in so that I could store bigger things, like my quilting ruler (is that what it's called?) inside. (And yes, I am proud of my little self for thinking of it, figuring it out, and getting it to work!!) I got that idea from a hanging wrapping paper organizer that my mom has. Why not utilize all parts?
When possible, I also put projects in there that I'm working on or planning to soon work on.I still have a long way to go to get all my crafting/sewing stuff organized the way I want it; that probably won't happen until we have a bigger place. But I'm making progress, and we've been seeing a lot more of the surface of the dining room table since I made this!
Yay.
He has my forehead, unfortunately.
First off, thanks so much to those of you who have commented. Maybe it's silly, but it seriously made me feel good to know that someone cares! (And as of right now, those four of you who have commented, I read yours, too! And I'll try to comment more.) I promise that I told myself I'd try to post stuff I've been meaning to on here during J's nap today BEFORE I saw the comment love. ;)
Now to the good stuff:
This is the awesome, makes-me-want-my-baby-NOW-so-I-can-cuddle-him picture that already went on Facebook. Can you believe how clear that is??
Smiling!! Awwww!
When my dad saw this one, he guessed that the baby was thinking, "Quit sending broccoli down!" (Ha. He knows I hardly eat vegetables. I'm terrible like that.)
I think he was definitely making these faces in his sleep, though. For one thing, it just seems natural, and for another, the CUTEST yawn you ever saw was caught clearly!
Now to the good stuff:
My second baby boy!
See the foot totally up by his head? Oh, to be so flexible again!
This is the awesome, makes-me-want-my-baby-NOW-so-I-can-cuddle-him picture that already went on Facebook. Can you believe how clear that is??
Smiling!! Awwww!
This one cracks me up. Was he having a dream where he got mad about something? What do fetuses get mad about, exactly?
When my dad saw this one, he guessed that the baby was thinking, "Quit sending broccoli down!" (Ha. He knows I hardly eat vegetables. I'm terrible like that.)I think he was definitely making these faces in his sleep, though. For one thing, it just seems natural, and for another, the CUTEST yawn you ever saw was caught clearly!
On this one, his little face is in the upper-left corner, and you can see both his feet all the way up with his leg practically touching his nose. So funny.
While I was at the doctor's, they gave me first one, then later another CD, and I was a bit perplexed at why there would be two but didn't ask. When I finally sat down just now to look at them, I discovered one was a DVD that has, seemingly, the ENTIRE ultrasound--over nine minutes of footage! I got to see the yawn!! (I was looking away when it happened at the doctor's.) I tried to put it on YouTube but couldn't figure out how. Darn.
Anyway, isn't it crazy how much the little tyke looks like Jamie? And isn't technology amazing??
Anyway, isn't it crazy how much the little tyke looks like Jamie? And isn't technology amazing??
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Just blah...
I haven't been posting much lately. I'm not sure many people read this anymore. (I'll be honest. I could really use a little comment love right now. Just tell me if you're still reading, okay?) And with my new Pinterest addiction, most free time is spent cleaning, crafting, or adding to the list of crafts to do by surfing Pinterest.
Tonight I was dying for "my" time (a.k.a. after Jamie goes to bed) to come so I could get sewing and otherwise crafting. Nothing went right. Projects turned out ugly, or I just didn't have the motivation for them. Then I accidentally synced my iPod while trying to charge it and all my music is now gone. (Our old desktop died, and ALL my music was stored on a huge hard drive we had in it. Jason is working on finding some adapter so we can plug the old hard drive into our new computer, but the one he bought didn't work and he's been too busy to get back to Fry's.) So I'm feeling irrationally depressed.
I just feel so blah. Pregnancy hormones can really be the worst!
Well. Why dwell. A few things about Jamie, since I don't want to forget all the precious things once they stop:
He loves to go to the park and feed the ducks and fish, and look for turtles. THANK GOODNESS we are finally getting the "winter" of wonderful weather that, as Jason said the other day, we really earn here by enduring the summers. It's nice to enjoy being outside again!
He LOVES "horsey movie" a.k.a. "Tangled," loves when "Fin" comes on. We watch it every. single. day. Sometimes multiple times a day. It has even replaced his morning episode of Sesame Street, and I now know every song by heart.
He loves a weird book I got at DI before he was born called Oscar's Spots. We read that every day. We usually read Goodnight Moon, about 50% of which he can recite as I read, each night before bed.
He loves to hide from us, listen to us say "where did he go?" then pop out and say "Yeee-eeesss! Jamie hide!" (We're working on getting him to say "I" and "my" instead of using his name all the time.
He likes to try to tickle us back, saying in a high voice, "tih-toe, tih-toe!"
He loves to call Sammy, our cat, inside in the mornings--loudly. "SAAAAAAAAMMY!"
He loves to say prayers, and his prayers are adorable. Today at breakfast he thanked Heavenly Father for "Rob, Shell, Tonner [Conner], horsey movie, Andee, Bahnee [Barney], Opie, Oh-tiss, sip-sures [scriptures]."
Notoriously picky. He basically eats chicken nuggets, peanut butter and jelly/honey, eggs, "oh-nee teese" [macaroni & cheese], and quesadillas if he's in the mood. Other chips, crackers, cereals, etc. he's okay with, but dip the quesadilla in sour cream and salsa, and he won't touch that piece.
Still shrimpy, as I rather bluntly call it. Today he was wearing 2T pants and I had to roll the waistband down so they wouldn't fall off him.
Good at doing things on his own. He loves to "buckle self" into his high chair, car seat, and shopping carts, and yesterday a public restroom changing table. He likes to dress himself as much as possible, doing zippers and velcro, and putting his shirts on by himself often. I like this trait.
He knows all his letters and numbers; he can sing the ABCs and only miss a few (usually because he's putting more of his effort into showing off), and can count to ten or even more without missing any sometimes.
He loves all things transportation-related: "air-peens," trains, heh-dih-dah-ders (helicopters--he can almost say it right if we stop and work on it), motorcytoes, etc.
He loves his "boo [blue] bee-bee/ban-tet [blanket]" that I made for him, and it's hard to get him to sleep with any other. That means a lot to me. And it's a good blanket. :)
He's kind of unbelievably good about being in bed even if he's not sleeping. A little while ago, I heard a little voice singing from his room: "Thaaaaat El-mo wuuuuld [world]!" So cute. And I'm so glad he doesn't mind entertaining himself in the dark. He doesn't usually call for us but we sometimes hear him talking and singing to himself for hours.
Really sweet story: on Monday he didn't get a nap, and at bedtime he fell asleep lying next to me on the twin bed in his room while I was singing to him. (Practically unheard-of for him, trust me. He almost NEVER falls asleep in the car or on us.) I just snuggled with him for awhile and enjoyed it, then carefully scooped him up to put him in his crib. (As long as he's not climbing out, I'm milking it for all it's worth.) He shifted, but instead of waking up, he just snuggled into me again and put his little hand on my chest and continued to sleep. I almost never get moments like that with him, so I was standing there holding him and enjoying it, when I suddenly heard a rather sleepy, "Tank you for Rob Shell Tonner, name Jee-sus Thyst, Amen."
I have my hard days, and he can drive me up the wall at times, but he's such a good little guy. He's so sweet, so fun and fun-loving, and so eager to learn. I understand now why all kids seem to sound the same when their parents describe them...it's pretty hard to put into words the tenderness and incredible love I feel for my sweet baby boy. I don't want him to grow up.
I worry about the effect the new baby will have on him. I have trouble giving him all the attention he wants as it is, and it breaks my heart to imagine that he might think we don't love him as much when the baby is in mama's lap and taking up Mama and Daddy's attention. I know, they adjust, things turn out okay...I just don't look forward to the adjustment period.
On a non-Jamie note, I got AMAZING 3D pics of the bun in the oven on Monday. I'll try to put those up soon...if there indeed is anyone out there who wants to see them? Well, grandparents obviously do, so I guess that one is self-evident.
I'd better get to bed. Maybe a decent night's sleep will help my mood...darn hormones.
Tonight I was dying for "my" time (a.k.a. after Jamie goes to bed) to come so I could get sewing and otherwise crafting. Nothing went right. Projects turned out ugly, or I just didn't have the motivation for them. Then I accidentally synced my iPod while trying to charge it and all my music is now gone. (Our old desktop died, and ALL my music was stored on a huge hard drive we had in it. Jason is working on finding some adapter so we can plug the old hard drive into our new computer, but the one he bought didn't work and he's been too busy to get back to Fry's.) So I'm feeling irrationally depressed.
I just feel so blah. Pregnancy hormones can really be the worst!
Well. Why dwell. A few things about Jamie, since I don't want to forget all the precious things once they stop:
He loves to go to the park and feed the ducks and fish, and look for turtles. THANK GOODNESS we are finally getting the "winter" of wonderful weather that, as Jason said the other day, we really earn here by enduring the summers. It's nice to enjoy being outside again!
He LOVES "horsey movie" a.k.a. "Tangled," loves when "Fin" comes on. We watch it every. single. day. Sometimes multiple times a day. It has even replaced his morning episode of Sesame Street, and I now know every song by heart.
He loves a weird book I got at DI before he was born called Oscar's Spots. We read that every day. We usually read Goodnight Moon, about 50% of which he can recite as I read, each night before bed.
He loves to hide from us, listen to us say "where did he go?" then pop out and say "Yeee-eeesss! Jamie hide!" (We're working on getting him to say "I" and "my" instead of using his name all the time.
He likes to try to tickle us back, saying in a high voice, "tih-toe, tih-toe!"
He loves to call Sammy, our cat, inside in the mornings--loudly. "SAAAAAAAAMMY!"
He loves to say prayers, and his prayers are adorable. Today at breakfast he thanked Heavenly Father for "Rob, Shell, Tonner [Conner], horsey movie, Andee, Bahnee [Barney], Opie, Oh-tiss, sip-sures [scriptures]."
Notoriously picky. He basically eats chicken nuggets, peanut butter and jelly/honey, eggs, "oh-nee teese" [macaroni & cheese], and quesadillas if he's in the mood. Other chips, crackers, cereals, etc. he's okay with, but dip the quesadilla in sour cream and salsa, and he won't touch that piece.
Still shrimpy, as I rather bluntly call it. Today he was wearing 2T pants and I had to roll the waistband down so they wouldn't fall off him.
Good at doing things on his own. He loves to "buckle self" into his high chair, car seat, and shopping carts, and yesterday a public restroom changing table. He likes to dress himself as much as possible, doing zippers and velcro, and putting his shirts on by himself often. I like this trait.
He knows all his letters and numbers; he can sing the ABCs and only miss a few (usually because he's putting more of his effort into showing off), and can count to ten or even more without missing any sometimes.
He loves all things transportation-related: "air-peens," trains, heh-dih-dah-ders (helicopters--he can almost say it right if we stop and work on it), motorcytoes, etc.
He loves his "boo [blue] bee-bee/ban-tet [blanket]" that I made for him, and it's hard to get him to sleep with any other. That means a lot to me. And it's a good blanket. :)
He's kind of unbelievably good about being in bed even if he's not sleeping. A little while ago, I heard a little voice singing from his room: "Thaaaaat El-mo wuuuuld [world]!" So cute. And I'm so glad he doesn't mind entertaining himself in the dark. He doesn't usually call for us but we sometimes hear him talking and singing to himself for hours.
Really sweet story: on Monday he didn't get a nap, and at bedtime he fell asleep lying next to me on the twin bed in his room while I was singing to him. (Practically unheard-of for him, trust me. He almost NEVER falls asleep in the car or on us.) I just snuggled with him for awhile and enjoyed it, then carefully scooped him up to put him in his crib. (As long as he's not climbing out, I'm milking it for all it's worth.) He shifted, but instead of waking up, he just snuggled into me again and put his little hand on my chest and continued to sleep. I almost never get moments like that with him, so I was standing there holding him and enjoying it, when I suddenly heard a rather sleepy, "Tank you for Rob Shell Tonner, name Jee-sus Thyst, Amen."
I have my hard days, and he can drive me up the wall at times, but he's such a good little guy. He's so sweet, so fun and fun-loving, and so eager to learn. I understand now why all kids seem to sound the same when their parents describe them...it's pretty hard to put into words the tenderness and incredible love I feel for my sweet baby boy. I don't want him to grow up.
I worry about the effect the new baby will have on him. I have trouble giving him all the attention he wants as it is, and it breaks my heart to imagine that he might think we don't love him as much when the baby is in mama's lap and taking up Mama and Daddy's attention. I know, they adjust, things turn out okay...I just don't look forward to the adjustment period.
On a non-Jamie note, I got AMAZING 3D pics of the bun in the oven on Monday. I'll try to put those up soon...if there indeed is anyone out there who wants to see them? Well, grandparents obviously do, so I guess that one is self-evident.
I'd better get to bed. Maybe a decent night's sleep will help my mood...darn hormones.
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