Two months later...

Hellooooooo out there in blog land!! Does anybody still check this blog for updates? Google Reader comes in really handy when you're checking blogs like this one, huh?

So, let's see... well, we moved. Here's the garage at our new house after we'd moved everyting in from our old house. It looked like this for one week because we moved it in before the houses actually closed. Once all the deals were closed, we moved the stuff from the garage into the house. That's what we get for agreeing to close on a Thursday. Lesson learned.

Oh, and because I'm sure you were all wondering: Hannah did ride the bus for the last two weeks of school. She loved it and didn't seem to get too bothered by my daily questions (interrogations) about who she sat with, what people were talking about, who got in trouble, etc. What can I say? I have bus issues.

So now we're all moved in. Not all unpacked, mind you, but moved in and comfortable. We love our house, our new neighborhood, new yard, everything. We already knew a lot of the kids in our new neighborhood from preschool and school. It's been so nice to just walk to so many different friends' houses for impromptu play dates. We have a community park we can walk to and even a little store within walking distance.

No one lived in our house for about a year, so the yard needed some major weeding when we moved in. There were weeds as tall as me. Seriously. I wish I'd taken "Before" pictures just to show the progress we've made. We're still working on the weeding and we've found some time to play outside. It was hot last week so Hannah and Emma played in the pool.

Notice Ryan in the background trying to get Miriam in the pool. Nothin' doing Dad. She may love the bath tub, but apparently that doesn't mean she loves all water.

Hannah was a little hyper.

Here's happy Miriam, a safe distance from the pool. Ever since we caught a tiny frog in our yard and put him in this bug habitat, Miriam's been fascinated with the habitat. Maybe she doesn't get that we released the frog back into the "wild" of our back yard....

On the morning of the Fourth of July, we went to the flag raising ceremony at our church building. I do love a good flag raising ceremony: peppy songs, patriotism, family, friends, and cinnamon rolls. Ryan and I stayed up late the night before making cinnamon rolls to bring and - yum - I'm glad we did.

That afternoon, we went to a local park and played at the playground and had a picnic dinner. We watched seaplanes take off and land, herons fly by, and kayakers float on Lake Washington. It was a beautiful day capped off by a fireworks display above Lake Washington.
Here's part of the crew that was there: Grandpa and Grandma Mattson, Ryan, Hannah, Me, Emma, Miriam, and Grandma Carlson. In the eveing, we were joined by a lot of friends from church so the girls had lots of playmates. They had so much fun running around with their friends that the fireworks were almost an afterthought. Hannah watched them intently, with her hands covering her ears. Emma watched the fireworks a bit, but was more interested in socializing with her friends.

To keep busy this summer (ha!) Hannah and Emma are taking swimming lessons. They both have face in the water issues, but I can tell they're trying hard to get over their fears. We're trying to get back into the habit of attending the library's weekly storytimes. Surprisingly, at the last storytime we attended, Hannah announced that she was too old for storytime. Choking back tears, I said, "Okay, you can just look for books to check out then." Allright... so I didn't really cry, but I was sad. She's always loved storytime, but it is really intended for preschoolers, so I understand why she feels that way. *Sniff*

That's all for now! Happy summer!

Nightshirts

While getting ready for bed a few nights ago, Hannah decided all her pajamas (hereafter referred to as P.J.s 'cause that's what we call them) were too warm and she couldn't possibly wear them on such a hot night. For the record, the temperature inside the house was probably no more than 74 degrees.

If I'd been home, I probably would have told her to get over it and put some P.J.s on. NOW.

But, as her luck would have it, I'd escaped to the grocery store and left Ryan in charge of baths and bed. Ryan decided to solve the P.J. dilemma by letting Hannah and Emma wear two of his T-shirts to bed.

Oh my goodness, if we'd gone to the store and bought them brand new P.J.s they wouldn't have been happier.

Ryan snapped these pictures before tucking them into bed.

When I came home later that night, Ryan didn't tell me about the T-shirts. He just said the girls were waiting for kisses before they went to sleep. I went upstairs and, though I found both girls in their beds, they couldn't have been more awake. Emma was shaking with excitement, "Mommy, Daddy let us wear his shirts to bed!!" Hannah, who had her face tucked into the neck of her shirt said, "Wow! I can see my whole body!"

Back downstairs, Ryan was pretty proud of himself. Not only were all three girls in bed, but they were happy! No one was crying, screaming for some water, complaining about her sister talking so she couldn't sleep, asking to use the bathroom, or any other sort of sleep-avoidance technique. To top it off, he told me he'd taken some pictures of the girls in their "nightshirts." "You might want to take some more pictures though," he said, "because you'd probably take better ones." I don't know. I think he got some pretty good shots.

Field Trip

I've always loved field trips. When I was in elementary school, we'd ride the county's Metro buses into downtown Seattle to visit cool museums and fortune cookie factories. Don't ask what educational value a fortune cookie factory has. It was fun and that's all that mattered to me.

Last week, Emma's preschool class had a field trip to a park that sits on Lake Washington. Her class is currently studying ponds and wetlands so we walked along the park's waterfront trail, noting any interesting wildlife or pondlife (is that a word?). It was a beautiful day. It's days like that one that make all the rainy and overcast days bearable.

See what I mean?

Here's Emma looking into a little inlet off the lake. There wasn't much in the wetlands, but we did see an eagle flying overhead.

Before our walk began, Emma's teacher said we might see turtles along the water. I quickly dismissed this because I've walked this trail many times and never once seen a turtle. Bunnies, ducks, geese, various birds, and fish? Yes. Turtles? No.

During our wildlife walk I learned an important lesson: never think you know more than a preschool teacher who's been doing the same field trip for almost 20 years. Sure enough, we saw turtles and they were so cool!

Here's one turtle sunning himself on the end of an old log!

Now, it should be known that I usually don't take pictures of two things: scenery and wildlife. Why? Because I'm not a photographer, that's why. The pictures I take don't end up looking like anything interesting and because scenery and wildlife pictures, in my opinion, are usually boring. Seriously, how many times have you been looking through someone's vacation pictures and it's so fun, but then you get to the nobody's-in-them beach, sunset, trees, mountains, etc pictures and you lose interest and quickly flip through until you find more pictures with humans in them? Hmmmmm? Maybe I'm the only one. But I doubt it.

But this turtle forced me to set aside my old ways. Isn't he cute? The only thing cuter than him was his buddy who was swimming like crazy (picture a turtle doing the dog paddle) trying to get out to the log. At first we thought Swimmer Turtle was just a stick jutting out of the water. After careful observation we noticed that he was moving against the current, making progress toward the log. Amazing. Eventually he got to the log so he and the other turtle could hang out.

Two peas in a pod. Two turtles on a log.

Further evidence as to why I'm not a wildlife photographer. I'm not good at it! But I also wanted to show Lake Washington with South Seattle in the background. There is a method to my madness.

Sold!

Has anyone seen the move Much Ado About Nothing? Possibly my favorite movie of all time. (Mental note: watch movie again soon.) There's a great scene in it when one character says to another something like this, "Against my better judgement, I bid you come in to dinner." I promise it's funny. Really. It is.

And so, against my better judgement, I stay up to write another blog post. I get pretty rummy after about 10:00 PM, so bear with me.

Four weeks, thirty showings, two open houses, and five offers later... our house sold.

To say that I'm happy would be an understatement. It's a huge relief. Since it sold last week I have been able to resume sleeping through the night rather than laying awake with worry. Seriously, selling a house is stressful. I expected it to be difficult - I'd read about that ("reading about it" is how people like me prepare themselves for situations they've never faced before), but was not prepared for how stressful if would be. Will people like my house? Why didn't they like my house? Is something wrong with my house? They think my house is worth WHAT? You want to show my house WHEN? In 15 minutes?!!!

Other issues I struggled with during the time our house was for sale:

• Is is bad to strap my kids in their car seats before doing the last quick sweep of the house before leaving for a showing?
• If Emma wets her bed and barfs all over the bathroom at 2:00 AM (she was sooo sick) and we have a 10:00 AM showing will the prospective Buyers be able to notice the smell?
• (Then, later that night/morning) What if Emma, who's now sleeping with me in my bed while Ryan's sleeping in her wet bed (house selling with sick kids isn't pretty folks) barfs all over my beloved duvet cover?
• Is it bad that I'm more concerned about the duvet cover than prospective Buyers smelling vomit in the house?

Can you see now why I was kept awake at night? These are big issues.

Thankfully, the house sold and we've now let our perfectly clean staged home revert to it's former state: un-swept and littered with half-dressed Barbies. Actually, it's gotten a bit worse than that. The other night Ryan and I looked around and decided that we'd let our house get kind of icky. Ryan said it's kind of like when some one's been fasting and then they finish and binge. We're binging on messiness.

The girls are relieved the house sold. Beyond the obvious annoyances of having to make their beds as if they're in the military, they're tired of having to evacuate for showings. Now, it's not too bad to leave your house and Barbies if you get to go to the park during the showing. That's a good deal. Here's a bad deal: you have a dinnertime showing and it's pouring down rain outside so you're stuck inside your minivan parked across the street from your house having to feed your cranky baby sister pieces of chicken nuggets just to keep her crying to a minimum. Bad deal indeed. It's character building, right?

We've purchased another house and are excited to move in around the end of May. We're moving only a few miles down the road - closer to Hannah's school. She'll actually be able to ride the bus! I'm so excited about the bus that I've considered making one of those paper chains where you take one link off for everyday until the big day. You know what I'm talking about, right? Everyday when I pack all three kids (one of whom is usually crying) into the car to drive Hannah to school I think, "one day closer to the bus." Then, as I'm driving to school, I think of all the inappropriate stuff that went on during my school bus-riding days. Then, I think about the conversations I'm going to have with Hannah about sitting as close to the front of the bus as possible and avoiding all inappropriate behavior. So, I talk big about being all excited, but my innocent baby riding the bus does worry me a little. Not surprising, I guess, considering the fact that I still tear up almost every day when I watch her walk away from the car and toward her classroom.

Miriam's One!

Miriam turned one this month **sniff** so I thought I'd tell you a little about what she's up to nowadays.

She likes to eat, but not baby food anymore. She likes flavor: chili, taco soup, etc. And some of whatever her sisters are eating better find it's way to her plate or she'll make her displeasure known. She eats well. And by well I mean often. Every 2 hours-ish she wants to sit in her high chair, have some milk, eat a few bites of whatever the last meal was, and then get down. As I write this I'm realizing I'm letting her do things that Hannah and Emma never would have gotten away with. Hmmmm.... First thing tomorrow I'm letting her know that I'm on to her third-child-I'm-wearing-Mom-down-and-making-her lower-her-standards-without-her-realizing-it ways.

This picture is for Julie. (That's "Auntie Julie in New York" for those of you who read my last post.) Anyhoo, Julie, note Miriam's cavernous room! Lessons this photo teaches me:

1. Stuffing a 10' by 12.5' by 10' storage unit to the gills with your stuff makes for much more usable space in a room.
2. Moving furniture around can make a room appear a lot bigger. (WHY didn't I move that crib 7 years ago?!)

Miriam loves books. When he's home, Ryan loves to read to her before she goes to bed. In this picture he hasn't even opened up the book yet and she's already quivering with excitement.

Her favorite book is Doggies by Sandra Boynton. She will even "woof" when we ask her what a dog says.

Miriam likes to cruise. Not in a car. Heavens no. She does not like cars. Rather, she likes to cruise along furniture. Unfortunately, she also likes to hang on to the barstools. She's pulled this one over on herself more than once.
Cruisin' for Cheerios under the kitchen table. She had not yet learned that Cheerios cannot be found under the tables of staged homes.

I love her in red because it makes her blue eyes pop.

We had Miriam's birthday party at a local park because we had 3 showings at our house that day. Luckily, it was sunny though quite cold. Hot chocolate would have been a better beverage than the pop in ice we were serving.

Her future's so bright....

She liked opening her presents and was very excited to see what was inside. She got a few more books to add to the bedtime collection. Hannah and Emma were excited for Miriam and stayed close to check out the new loot.

Have I mentioned that she likes books? She wanted to stop opening gifts to read each one.

She poked, she tasted, she ate, she smeared, and she was done. Oh, and a big thank you to Albertsons which provided, at no charge, Miriam's cake. Did you know they'll give you a small first birthday cake for free? I'd known that for some time, but this is the first time I'd taken them up on the offer. Birthday party combined with multiple house showings each day make that deal too good to pass up.

Next post: Sold!

Quick Recap

I'm baa-ack! My family, specifically my far-away sister Julie, has been asking to see some recent kid pictures since all I've posted in the last forever has been a picture of the house. BORING! So, here ya go Ju-gee:

Crazy hair day at Hannah's school. If Hannah's doing it, you know Emma's got to be doing it too. So, crazy zig-zag parts, pig tails, and glitter hair gel for all. Even Miriam got piggies though she wanted nothing to do with lap-sitting and posing for pictures. She wanted the camera. Bad.

Better picture of the 'tails. Does Hannah's excitement come through in this picture? Holy cow that girl was excited.

Hannah and I celebrated birthdays in March. Ryan's sister Julie is a cake decorator for a local grocery store chain and she made this awesome cake for us. Look at that cursive lettering! I can't write that well with a pencil, let alone with icing! Thanks Julie!

And, if you're paying attention, you'll note that I've mentioned two Julies in this post. Ryan and I both have sisters named Julie. Yes, it does get confusing at times. Especially because they both have daughters named Natalie. And Ryan's sister Julie's middle name is Ann and I have a sister named Ann. Oh, and Ryan's Mom's name is Laura too. With all of these common names, we are forced to use longer names for just about everyone in our family. For example, when we're talking with the girls about Ryan's sister Julie, we usually refer to her as "Auntie Julie Aeneas' mommy" because, of course, "Auntie Julie Natalie's mommy" could still be either Julie. But now I've strayed waaaay off topic....

Hannah found a "princess cake" in a cookbook and requested it for her birthday party. Unfortunately, I accidentally packed that cookbook and put it in storage while staging our house for sale. So, this was what I came up with after picking Hannah's brain a bit. Princess crown: easiest cake topper ever.

I'm only going to post this party picture (not wanting to post pics of other people's kiddos without permission, you know). Use your imagination: lots of 6-7 year old girls, one 4 year old girl trying to be part of the big girl stuff, one 11 month old girl very confused by all the commotion, pizza, cake, ice cream, Kool-Aid, princess dress up clothes, "High School Musical 3," and just to shake things up, two boys showing up for the last few minutes of the party. Whew!

Next up: Miriam's Birthday!

Happy April

As promised, I have returned to blog in April. In case anyone's been wondering, the aforementioned "project" that was taking up all my time....

...was cleaning this:



...so we can sell it. Emma says "our house is on sale." Bargain basement prices! Get it while you can!

I have been scrubbing, scouring, packing, and primping for two and a half months in order to get this baby on the market. We've put an almost embarrassing amount of stuff in storage in an attempt to "stage" our home and make the rooms look bigger.

The girls have learned not to ask where their toys are anymore. "Mom, where's the Littlest Pet Shop ... oh, yeah. Storage." Some things have been stuffed under beds and in closets, but these hiding places can only hold so many Barbies and baby dolls. It will be like Christmas and birthday times five when we finally get into the next house and open all the toy boxes again. (Side note: is it bad that I'm seriously considering NOT opening some of the toy boxes and just letting them find their way to Goodwill?)

And so, worst home-buying market in decades be darned! Our house is on the market come what may. We moved into this house seven years and three kids ago. It's time to move on.

I interrupt this blogging hiatus to present...

... a small reward for those of you who are still checking my blog even when I'm terrible about posting.

I stayed awake long enough last Saturday night to catch this SNL commercial. Ryan says it's kind of gross. I still think it's hilarious.

You be the judge:

http://www.hulu.com/watch/55587/saturday-night-live-pampers

Peaceful Slumber

Last night after our night time scriptures, books, prayer routine, Ryan and I stayed in the girls' room for a bit. Emma and I were in her bed, chatting, reading a magazine, looking at books, etc. Ryan and Hannah snuggled into her bed and promptly fell asleep. Pretty cute, huh?

Here's Hannah and Ryan a few weeks ago before a school-sponsored Daddy-Daughter dance. Despite Ryan's broken rib, they both had a great time tearing up the dance floor.

I guess I like to take pictures of slumber. Here's Emma on the couch a few Sundays ago. She fell asleep before church and, knowing she'd miss out on her afternoon nap because of 1:00 church, we let her sleep. 1:00 church is a terrible thing. Maybe if the mothers of the world chipped in some $$ we could fund more church buildings and then we would have enough buildings so that no ward would have to meet at 1:00 and no mother would have to wrestle a napless toddler through 3 hours of church ever again. Hmmmm? Who's with me?

And here's Miriam wide awake because she doesn't sleep. Okay, she does sleep. Just not at 1:00 AM. Sigh. Her current favorite activity is emptying. The dishwasher, laundry baskets, boxes, bags, and shelves have all been emptied over and over again. She insists on standing while emptying. Sitting, apparently, is soooo last month.

Oh, and since I think it should be addressed, sorry for the lack of blog posts. I have two excuses: 1. I've been busy with another project that's taken most of my time. 2. I really just haven't felt like blogging. There. Glad that's been cleared up. You can look forward to my next post.

In April.

Just kidding.

I think.