Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Dance, Dance Revolution

So when I was pregnant with Genevieve Russ bought me Dance, Dance Revolution. I absolutely loved it! Consequently one day during the holidays we played for four hours straight. Besides hiking, I don't think I've done any exercising for four hours straight. Being pregnant and basically hoping up and down for four hours absolutely destroyed my thighs and butt. I've never been so sore. But, nonetheless, I continued to play the crazy game nigh unto Genevieve's birth. I don't know if that story has anything to do with this next bit, but Genevieve loves to Dance. If music is on and she likes it, she will dance. When she was little and had colic (which my mother once commented was because of the Dance Dance Revolution), one thing that would always make her happy was dancing crazily with Allie. One of Genevieve's first words was Dance, Dance-to which she would stomp up and down. She still loves DDR and here she is "playing" it with Russ. On a side note I am staying away DDR with this pregnancy. I know it's silly, but colic is purgatory and I will do anything so this baby won't have it.

Instead of being a DDR freak this pregnancy, I'm quite enjoying ice cream. One night I was so excited about some ice cream that I made it myself. Wow was it ever good!

And here is the tree. . .

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Getting Ready for Christmas

We had fun picking out our tree this year. Genevieve wouldn't really stop for a picture, so I got her on the run. I don't have any pictures of the tree decorated and I don't have my camera, so I will post some later. But here is the before and you'll have to wait in extreme anticipation for the after.

So we've had some great storms the past couple of weekends. Genevieve absolutely loves the snow, which is fun to see, not so fun to deal with sometimes. The first weekend it snowed, she just kept begging to go out in the snow again. I don't really relish all of the wet clothes and the many changes that take place, but oh well. I'm just glad Russ has been around to help. She actually helped with the snowman. She would give him pats, just like Russ was doing. She also loves eating the snow. At first I was trying to dissuade her from partaking, but it was hopeless and I finally just gave in, figuring that she'll probably live. I still hate how cold she gets from doing it and how we still have to grab some snow to eat every time we leave, but when you see how happy it makes her, you don't mind as much.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Seven Random Things About Me

I've been trying to think of random things about me. At first I was thinking they had to be things that no one knew. Of which I'm sure there are few and probably embarrassing things that I wouldn't want anyone to know anyway. But then I realized that they just needed to be random. I can totally do random; I embody random.

1. I think I've been like Peter Pan for a long time. I've never really wanted to grow-up. When everyone was so anxious to put aside playing pretend games and imagining, I was so sad inside. I remember jumping on Sarah's tramp with Anna and either Sarah or Anna saying that we were too old for pretend games anymore. I knew I couldn't voice my distress or I would be shunned by my peer group, but I hated it. I didn't want to grow up. All throughout high school and even now, I make up my own stories in my head while trying to go to sleep. I had one storyline that I continued with through three or four years. I think I'm also the only person out there, who didn't want to graduate from high school. I absolutely, positively, loved my junior and senior year. I never wanted any of it to end. I still don't. I would love to go back for a day or so. I really hate how we are all growing up and moving away from each other. I wish that friends could be more like family, so that you would be guaranteed to see them frequently throughout your whole life. I hated when my uncles would say they couldn't pick me up or do fun tricks with me anymore because I was too old/big. I was so envious when my little brother would get shoulder rides and I knew I was way past that. As I kept growing up it just seemed like everyone was telling me that I was too old for something or another or that much loved trips, outings and activities were going to come to a close.

2. I'm sort of strange when it comes to insects and spiders. I really don't mind most of them. In fact as far as spiders go, the more hairy they are, the more I can tolerate them. I actually really like holding tarantulas. But the tinier and more spindly the spider the more afraid I am. I really hate killing spiders or most any insect for that matter. So I always have a stressful moment when I find a spider and Russ isn't around. If it's a yucky one, I really would like it killed, but I just can't do it myself. I can't even really watch someone else kill one. I don't know if I feel sorry for them or what it is. So if I'm left alone with one, I usually just end up doing nothing and then worry that while I sleep it's going to climb inside my gaping mouth. Sometimes, if I'm not feeling lazy, I will use a cup and take it outside. I hate, absolutely HATE cockroaches, mosquitoes, horse flies and bees (in that order). I freak out if I see any of them. I hate when they buzz around me and I think if someone was to leave me in a room with all of them, I'd go crazy in no time.

3. I REALLY care what other people think of me. I'm pretty sure that most people feel this to some extent. To those of you out there who don't really suffer from this at all, you are my heroes. I think that I'm worst than most people though. I harass Russ all the time (but he never makes me feel like that) by re-going over conversations I've had with people to see if he thinks what I said was ok or if he thinks that what they said means that they were mad or don't like me. I really would love to have the super power to know what people are thinking and I'm pretty sure that most of the reason is so that I could know what they think about me. Russ was just telling me last night that I have a real complex about waiters. I seriously think that they always hate me/us because I never get a drink, dessert or appetizers and I often use coupons. I often say, "I think our waitress doesn't like us" and it sometimes puts a real damper on the whole meal. Even if the waiter doesn't like me, why should I care? Good grief! But such is the case for waiters, doctors, clerks, students, ward members, friends, family or just the stranger giving me a look. It's something I'm trying hard to overcome (wasn't I supposed to in jr. high or something?)

4. I love the dark. I love the night and the stars. When I'm home or no one else cares, I have all the lights off during the day and at night I just like having on the smallest amount of light possible. One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone leaves a light on, any light on, while we are trying to watch a movie. I feel so uncomfortable. I can't concentrate on the movie and I just have an itching feeling that something isn't right and I can't fix it. I keep the blinds closed for the most part and too many sunny, hot days in a row make me depressed. I love after a few days of sun, a nice "gloomy" rainy day. Dark, rainy or snowy days make me feel calm, peaceful and happy inside. Sometimes, along with the fact that I also feel cold to the touch, I think I must be part vampire.

5. I am definitely not a homebody. I can't stand to stay at home for even one whole day. I get absolutely stir crazy. Even when I'm sick, I really want to go out for a ride in the car or anything, just so I can get out of the house. I think that's one of the hardest things for me with being a mom. It's really hard for me to not just be always on the go, always doing something. I really hated having to be tied to the house for all of Genevieve's naps when she was little. I am so happy she is finally down to just one nap (too bad there is another 3 napper on the way).

6. I love talking to people and having people things to do. I live for the times when I get to do something social. I wish that I knew more moms in my same position so that I could have a calendar full of walks, play dates or just anything that gets me talking with and enjoying someone else's company. When my week is full of places to go and people to see, I feel like it's going to be the best week ever. Consequently I don't really like being alone too much. Granted every once in awhile I like to go somewhere where I can read or just think by myself, but for the most part I love having company. When I go on errands, sleep, clean, walk, eat, drive, work, cook, go to the doctor etc. I want someone there to keep me company. Thankfully, Russ is happy to be that person. I love how much we do together. He will always go with me somewhere. I loved having Thanksgiving recently and I can't wait for Christmas, almost entirely for the people fun it would/will offer. I think that's what I love most about Christmas--all of the get-togethers!! Let's just say I'm severely dreading the downtime after Christmas.

7. I'm extremely forgetful. I assert that it is not because I'm stupid, but because I'm always thinking about everything other than the mundane, important things I should be thinking about. I've lost money, keys, purses, coats, clothes, sports equipment, important papers, ID cards etc. etc. Really I've lost so much I don't even remember anymore. It's a good thing I have Russ to watch out for me now. I'm pretty sure I would lose my own head if it wasn't stuck where it is. I'm just waiting to fulfill my nightmare of leaving one of my children somewhere. Sarah's sister once said something I completely agree with and really liked. She said that her idea of heaven is a place where you could open a door and there behind the door would be everything you had ever lost. I thought it could also be cool if each item also told you its story. Wow that would be so wonderful!!

Well that was extremely long!!! I bet Megan and all of you out there are wishing that she had never suggested that I be tagged. Thanks though, it was fun for me. I will be tagging Sarah and Anna. Anna you should get a blog, it's lots of fun!

Friday, December 7, 2007

Thanksgiving Pictures

Ok, so I'm always so behind on posting anything. It's like "Here's what we did a month ago". Pretty pathetic, I know. I'm going to try and make amends by doing a bunch of posts in a row. We'll see how that works out. Below are some pictures of some events of Thanksgiving. My Mom's fam came up for my grandpa's 80th, so we got to hang out with them a bit. We went shooting one day. My Dad is quite the gunman. Russ lovingly refers to him as the "arms dealer". He doesn't hunt, but he loves to go target shooting. He even enters competitions most every Saturday (much to my mother's lament). I'm not really a big fan of guns myself. I'm kind of scared of them. I'm such a scatterbrain about most things, I just imagine all the kinds of trouble that could happen when I'm supposed to be responsible around these deadly things. Russ snapped some quality pictures of me in action. Watch Out!!

These are some of my cute cousins on my Mom's side. I love my cousins! They are some of my best friends. It's amazing how well we all get along and enjoy each other, since some of us have quite the age gap. They were so cute with Genevieve too. I really miss not being able to get together more often. This was taken at the Gardner Mill, of which we claim some relation. One of our ancestors was none other than Archibald Gardner. We come from Serena, one of his eleven wives. We had dinner there that night and enjoyed perusing the shops and Christmas lights. Also, there is a pic of most of the whole family together.

As you can see, Genevieve really enjoyed dessert.

We had the Birthday Celebration Dinner that weekend. It was so super yummy and for the most part really fun. Nice dinners, just aren't what they used to be without a child. It's now really stressful with a lot of distracting, pleading and disaster control. Russ and I both took our fair share (ok really Russ did most of it) of walking Genevieve around elsewhere. It was a really special night though and I'm so glad I got to be a part of it. I didn't take any pictures except this charming one of my Dad and George. George is carrying the butcher knife for the cake in his belt. My Dad has the serving spatula. What can I say? We're just SO violent.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Anna Comes For Thanksgiving

I really miss all of my friends who have left me here alone (ok not alone, but sometimes it feels like that). So I loved having Anna here for a few days during Thanksgiving. I guess she didn't really come to see me, but I'm glad that Nate's parents still live here, so that I get to benefit. We had fun going on walks and letting the kids run amok.