Saturday, December 27, 2008

Did somebody say White Christmas???


Because whoever said it should have been over at my house shoveling the 10 tons of snow that landed on my driveway. We didn’t order it or want it, it just came. I am perfectly fine with dead-brown grass for Christmas.

We easily had 24 inches, plus all the snow that blew off the roof. With all the drifts we had four feet of accumulation in the places that count, like the driveway and in the street in front of the driveway.


With stiff backs and sore armpits we still managed to have a good Christmas. We had a really fun Christmas Eve at Steve’s parent’s house. It was good eats, good company, and great presents.

We had a great Christmas morning. The snow just came and came and came, but since we had no place to go, we opened presents together.


When Alyssa came in and saw her presents, she could hardly believe it. She looked up at me and Steve and said, “We should call Santa and tell him Thank-You!” So we called “Santa” and let her talk to him and express her thanks. It was very cute. It was also fun for Grandpa..er…I mean Santa to hear her thanks.


The only thing we actually did on Christmas day (besides shovel snow) was go to my parents for what was supposed to be a very lovely and well organized Christmas party with delicious appetizers with all my siblings.

The bad weather made my siblings question if they could even get to my parents house, so I guess there was cancelation rumors afloat and all my careful planning soon went to *!&6 in a handbag.

Despite rumors of the party cancelation, all my siblings but one showed up. Unfortunately, some of us brought our planned food assignments and some brought mashed potatoes instead (??).

In another shocking twist, the power went out. When I got there everyone was running around in the dark. They started to serve the food, in the dark. We had the traditional Christmas Dinner Menu: Mashed Potatoes, Cheese Ball and Crackers, Cobbler, Pot Stickers, Turkey, and Pepperoni Pizza-Bread cooked in some sort of reflective box on my parent’s deck due to no power. (What? That’s not what you guys served on your table?)

In a nutshell, the party was so much fun. I mean, what’s not fun about 16 young children, 14 adults and several babies running around on Christmas Day trying to eating mashed potatoes and a smattering of other foods in the dark.

My mom gave some great gifts for the kids though. New jamies and she knitted each kid a winter hat, you know the kind with the big ball on the top. The kids loved them.

It was a Christmas party we won’t soon forget. I think everyone learned a little something about emergency preparedness too. It’s funny because my parents are always nagging us about that kind of stuff, yet they scrambled to find any light at all without power. The 5000 pounds of wheat stored away in the basement, very useful.

Hope everyone had a great Christmas, just like us.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Supdate --Eight Months


Well, the little darling is almost eight months old now, and such a cutie. She is really starting to progress and develop.

Last Sunday she finally found an object she just had to have and crawled to get to it, crawling for the first time. Oddly it was a coffee table at Steve’s brothers house. She just loved it. I pulled her away from it a number of times, but she just kept going back to it over and over. I guess she just loves fine furniture.

She hasn’t stopped crawling since. She’s everywhere now. Her favorite place to frequent at our house is under our kitchen table. She likes to feast on the scraps Alyssa leaves after meal-time. Needless to say I have started sweeping under there on a more regular basis. I also had to finger sweep a piece of Christmas tinsel out of her mouth after crawling around on the carpet, so vacuuming has also made its way to the top of my list.

REEFLECTION: I’m not saying that I am a bad house keeper, because I’m not, but you can definitely tell we live here. Anyway, can you believe that more kids don’t have more serious injuries due to crud they eat off the floor. I remember being at a friend’s house years ago and watching my friend fish a couple of thumb tacks out of a baby's mouth. ??? Seriously. How do we avoid so many serious mis-haps?


She also pulled herself up to standing for the first time two days ago and several times since then as well. Alyssa and I were reading books and Sun-bun crawled over to the box of books and the next thing we know she is standing there. Alyssa was very surprised to see her standing, She screamed out, “Sister! You are standing!”



She also has sprouted a couple more teeth on the top. Now she has two on the bottom, which sprouted at 4.5 months, and these which sprouted at 7.5 months. Her favorite thing to do with teeth is grind them together. One of my favorite Sokol-side family traits. Let’s just hope she grows out of it. It’s very disturbing.


Sunny has found her Zen through Yoga. She seriously does yoga moves. She especially loves to do them in front of people. When we are at a party, she’ll crawl out into the middle of the room and go into a high-V with her little baby bum high into the air and then stick one leg up into the air. She does several other moves, but this one is the most impressive.

She also is eating just about everything. Her MD said it was cool to give her just about whatever except honey, as long as it’s ground up. Her favorite things are applesause, ground up Progresso Chicken Noodle Soup, and cereal puffs.

She also has become quite the yacker. Yacks all the time. She just yells all the time. Not because she’s mad, she just loves her voice. “Yah yah yah yah,” mainly. Alyssa at this age drove me crazy saying nothing but, “Yaka-Tucka, yaka-tucka” constantly.

This little thing is happiest when she is in the bath tub. Her little legs which she just loves to kick 24-7 go especially haywire when she gets into a tub of water. We had her in last night and laid her dwn in the water and she started squealing and kicking her legs and flapping her arms all at the same time. She looked like she was making snow angels in the water. Cute little crazy bath baby. She loves being in the tub with her sister too. They really seem to enjoy each other’s company in there.

She loves to kick. I remember when she was on the inside, I never worried about her because I always knew she was alive and well because of the near constant kicking. Well…eight months later, not much has changed. She still kicks those little legs nearly all the time. I don’t know how the thing doesn’t have bruised heels all the time. It’s like having a drum set in the house. We always hear a fast little drum beat going.

She loves to see herself in the mirror. Nothing makes her has happy as seeing her own reflection. Every time you put her in front of it, it’s like she is reunited with a long lost girl friend she is so happy to see. She squeals and laughs and kisses.

Speaking of kisses…She loves to be kissed. She is the kissiest little girl in town. She won’t stand to be cuddled too much but if you’ll give her thirty kisses in a row she is just delighted, all smiles.


She loves any attention from sister. She thinks Alyssa hung the moon. She loves to be talked to, played with, held by Alyssa. It’s so fun for mom to see them interact. Heart warming. Every night Sunny gets all wrapped up for bed, which she loves. She lays there so patiently and lets me wrap her just as tight as possible and beams at me. Then I take her into her sisters room where Daddy is reading stories to get her bedtime kisses. Alyssa thinks she looks like a mermaid all wrapped up like that. She always says..”Here comes my little mermaid…Hi Areil!” Then she give her a goodnight kiss. Sunny loves it. Smiles so big. She also collects a kiss from Daddy which she loves.

Speaking of loving Daddy…She loves her Dad. During our weekday dinner times, she sits in her high-chair and bashfully gazes at her Dad. When he looks at her and smiles she flaps her arms and squeals and looks away as if she just caught the attention of a Junior High crush. So when they say that Dad’s play an important role in the the development of their daughters self esteem, I guess I can see why.

She is a little bit more dramatic than I would expect for her age. If something is taken from her, she knows it and will react in a big way. The other night Sunny was knawing in something and Alyssa abruptly grabbed it from her. She looked shocked and then she went into this screaming fit. She screamed so loud it scared both me and Alyssa. Alyssa gave back the thing, but Sunny kept crying. It was so intense that it made Alyssa cry. I had to work with Sunny to help her realize that she had the thing back. Once she realized she had it, she stopped and everything was fine again. I’ll tell you what though, Alyssa thinks twice now about taking her sisters toy.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Breaking up with the Mac

Hi, my name is Kristin, I am six-years-old, and I love McDonald's. Problem is, I'm actually 30-years-old and McDonald's no longer loves me.

I happily went there today with my sister-in-law and our two kids and I had a realization I was not expecting. I think I am too old to eat that crap now, even though...I love it. I mean, who doesn't love re-constituted dehydrated onions over a paper thin burger covered with cheese on a toasted bun. That's my idea of yum. No seriously, it is.

I have really tried to limit the frequencies of my visits and I think I have done a good job of it especially when you compare it to how often I would go if I thought I could go and get away with it (a moment on the lips, a life-time on the hips). But after my last few visits I have left with a belly ache. At this very moment, while I am type, I am enduring belly pains. That is not okay with me. I really really hate feeling sick, especially after I eat. Eating, if you're doing it right, is supposed to make you feel better, not sick.

So here is the point of this blog post. I'm not eating there anymore. ...Did you hear that Universe?? No more McDonald's, not for me. Even though I understand that they do offer good food choices, not likely to give me a belly ache, I am obviously not mature enough to make those good choices while under that kind of pressure. The smell of hot fries throws me off my game and I lose perspective of choice and accountability. So it's over.

Don't even try to taunt me with your "come and eat" freeway billboards or the smells your restaurants emit into the air at shopping center parking lots, distracting unsuspecting shoppers to come in and eat your hot fries. It won't work on me anymore. I am too smart for that now, you must have seen this coming, don't act all surprised. You make me sick and we both know that now.

Besides not being able to partake of some foods I have grown to love, I see no down side to this. I only see good things coming out of this. There are lots of other places I can eat where I am better able to control myself.

So, sorry McDonald's, smell you later. I've grown up, I'm thirty now. I'm too smart for your games. You make me sick. It's over.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Thankful train

I know the thankful train left like a week ago now but I just have to mention one thing that I am so thankful for. My water heater. Seriously. Isn’t it great to have hot water in less than five seconds.