Monday, January 31, 2011

Coaches Vs. Cancer.

Some know, but not all do.. my husband is a 6th grade teacher, but more importantly to him, a basketball coach. This past Saturday was not only his 31st birthday (yeah, he's old), but also his Coaches vs. Cancer night. Tyler has been working on getting this night together since.. hmm.. August? We would brainstorm all the different companies we could write for donations while we watched TV. I'm sure he sent over 200 letters out (that's a lot of calories sacrificed, licking all those envelopes). Tons of stuff was donated, mostly by local people/businesses.
The donations were used for raffles, a silent auction, and prizes for basketball bingo. Yes, I said basketball bingo. Probably the most fun you can have at a basketball game. Instead of numbers to cross off, different scenarios take their place. It isn't often you hear both sides of a crowd cheer for a charge call!
When all was said and done, the night raised $2,215. Last year's total:$1,533. What an improvement! Alllllll the money was donated to The American Cancer Society. That's right, basketball bingo and giving to a charity by playing it. I told you it doesn't get much better.
I'm very proud of my husband and everything he did to get ready for the night.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Just Some Diaper Talk.

So, I layed out all of my pockets the other night, at least the ones Mason fit at the time (he was in a trifolded prefold + fleece liner and cover--we never really do that, but I wanted everything clean so I could snap a stash shot!). Turns out, the morning after I took the photo, he no longer fit his size small WAHM diapers we received as a gift at the shower back at the beginning of the month. His thighs grew too much.
Most of the diapers are Kawaii, they are cheap and I love them, especially the Goodnight Heavy Wetter ones. He can go 14+ hours in one (at night.. when I get lazy) with only one insert and no leaks! Love them. There are also some Sunbabys--another cheapo I decided to try. Can't beat $6/dipe.. and free shipping.. from China. Too many one size FuzziBunz.. can't decide if I like them or not. I am very tempted to sell those and get more cheap diapers, but I don't know how everything will fit down the road, so I think I'll hold off.
I don't have any "designer" dipes, but for over $20 each, it just isn't affordable. Adorable, yes. Affordable, no. I will stick with my inexpensive stash. They may not be one-of-a-kind, but I don't know anyone else who uses cloth, so they basically are :)
And... the entire collection... (except one green fuzzibunz). Grand total: 38.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Photo Happy.

Since my last couple posts have been lacking in the photo and baby area...

Monday, January 24, 2011

My Husband Has a Case of the "I will's"

I know I'm probably not alone on this one. Every wife has heard some version.
Clean out the litter box.
"Don't worry, I will."
I thought you said you did the dishes. There is still old food in tupperware on the counter.
"They wouldn't fit in the dishwasher. I will do it."
There's cat puke upstairs.
"I'll clean it up when I go up there."
Ah... the "I will" promise. This is how women got the reputation of nagging, I'm convinced. It isn't out of impatience, it is out of necessity. The empty "I will" assurance doesn't go very far. The claim to do it is made and that is as far as it gets (usually, but not always.. but most of the time) without a gentle reminder (also known as the nagging).
My mother has a theory--a good, yet depressing one. We refer to it as "The Domestication Theory." However long a man was single, it takes him that long of being married before he becomes domesticated. So, my husband was single for 29 years. We've been married for 1 1/2 years. He will be domesticated in.. ugh.. 27 1/2 years.
Now, domestication (as I understand) includes things like:
-picking up dirty socks
-consistently putting toilet seat down
-cleaning things without being asked
-not eating over the trash/sink/etc.
-seeing certain things that are now invisible to the undomesticated eye (cat puke on floor, dog hair on chair, crumbs on counter, dust on railing, a full trash can, and so on)
My husband has mastered a couple domestication skills already, including the second example, but still has that 27 1/2 years of practice (and nagging) before he is fully domesticated, according to the theory. I guess I will have to wait until 2038 to find out if the theory holds up in our house.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

120,000 Miles.

So, our car, an '02 Sebring, has passed the monumental 120,000 miles. It may not show on the outside (since we just got 4 new tires before Christmas, Merry Christmas! Ugh.) but it has its faults.
1. The "Check Engine" light has been stuck on for the last... hmm.. 40,000 miles?
2. One of the windows got stuck down this summer, but we had that fixed. Still fixed? No. Don't roll down any windows.
3. The rear driver's side door cannot be opened from the inside. The car seat is on the passenger side, so if we have a third person with us, they need to be let out when we arrive at a destination. It can feel good if you like to be pampered.. all chauffeur-style. Or, it can be a nightmare, claustrophobia-style. It is not so convenient when Mason and I are by ourselves on a long trip and I have to get into the back seat to nurse him. I have to crawl from back to front.. not an easy task. I'm sure it looks amusing though.
4. Our heat/air has two settings now. Off or super high. There is no in between. This makes it hard to find a comfortable temperature. It takes skill. Also, you can't just have the feet heat setting on.. the defrost is stuck on with it.
5. Our ceiling has cigarette burns in various places. Not caused by us, but still there. I just recently noticed this one. Luckily, it isn't often someone gets in the car and instantly looks up to study the roof.
6. If you don't lift the trunk open all the way, it will slam back down. Watch your fingers!
The worst part is.. it isn't paid off yet. So, we are paying $220 a month for a car with the 6+ listed features. Isn't that everyone's dream. Oh well, it will soon be paid off (I think--that's a bill Tyler pays, as it was his purchase), and it will be ready for all the things Mason plans to do to it, whether it be markering on the seats, puking all over the place, or sticking his bubble gum in hidden areas. Can't wait to add to the list of features of our beautiful, black car.
We joke about what could possibly go wrong next. Perhaps we will be on an outing and suddenly none of the doors work from the inside. We will have to drive up to some people and yell (can't roll down the windows) for someone to let us out.. and hope they still work from the outside. Do they ever have to use the jaws of life on a car when it hasn't been crashed? Maybe we'll be the first.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Hotel Transformations.

You never really know how many aspects of life a baby is going to change until you have one. Of course there's sleeping. And eating. And grocery shopping. And sleeping. And cleaning. And talking on the phone. And, did I say sleeping? And then there's travelling. Who knew how much stuff it takes to travel with a baby. A little person shouldn't need very much stuff, right? WRONG! I wasn't a light packer to begin with, now I can't take a short trip for the weekend without filling every available space in the car with one thing or another.
Gotta have the pack n' play. What if I need my breast pump.. pack it. What if Mason needs his bouncy chair.. pack it. Might as well pack all the clothes he fits, he might have a really messy day. We would probably be good for a few weeks (or until he outgrows the clothes we packed), not just a weekend.
When we got to the hotel this past weekend and got everything set up and ready to settle in for the night, I realized how much different the room looks than it would if it were just Tyler and I.
The bathroom counter becomes a hangout, while Mommy puts her contacts in. Of course, not without a couple kushy pillows, we are on vacation right?
The luggage holder? Nope, a changing table. You have to get down on your knees to use it, but it is the perfect size.
Just a chair? Not anymore. It may not look all that different, but it now functions as a nursing station.It is crazy what all changes. The funny thing is, you don't really miss how it used to be. In fact, it almost seems like this is the way life has always been.

A Weekend Away.

Away from what? Minnesota. Dad. Home. Mason and I packed up and headed to my parents house on Friday night so that we could leave bright and early the next morning for Cedar Rapids where Mason had loooots of people to meet! Unfortunately Tyler couldn't come with because he had to work, but there will be a next time. We saw:

(No, that is not heterochromia, it is my computer's way of fixing red eye)And friends!

Other babies!
And Grandparents!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Thursday, January 13, 2011


A lot of people don't understand why someone would want to use cloth diapers when you have to wash them. They think, "Ew, poop." Well, since I've been breastfeeding, I haven't had to deal with poop yet. I still get to just chuck everything into the washer. The crazy part about diaper laundry... I enjoy it! Weird? Maybe a little. Perhaps that will go away when I have to rinse off the poop before tossing in the washer. Time will tell. Mason hangs out in his bumbo when I switch the laundry.

And then he catches a ride back to the living room.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

2 Months.

Dear Baby Mason,
Another month of your life has flown by. You are letting me sleep more than you used to, but are still hungry every two hours, even at night. You smile more often and have sooo much to talk about. All your baths take place in the whale bath now (except when at Grandma Kim and Grandpa Tim's, then it is in the sink). It is really hit or miss whether or not you like it. One time you'll smile, the next you'll cry and cry. I no longer put the heater on the table though, just put a wet, warm washcloth on your body. Your favorite part of the bath is rinsing. You love the water being poured over you.
You are crying less often now since you are able to make more facial expressions and show how you are feeling in different ways.

I haven't seen you "discover" your hands yet, but you have started grabbing objects and hitting things. I'm not sure you are aware of your doing this, but it is happening.
You spend a lot more time laying on the floor and getting good with alone play time. You'll be content to sit in your pack n' play and just talk away to the hippos.
You are getting huge!! At your 2 month appointment, you weighed 13 pounds, 1 ounce and were 21 inches long. A healthy, solid boy!
You no longer poop in every diaper, thank goodness. You are down to pooping every few days and the gas is getting better. While you are still fussy during the night, you are a whole lot easier to console.
You started sitting propped up better and have great head control. You are even able to sit in the bumbo now, but only for a few minutes at a time while I switch the laundry or wash my hands.
Tummy time is becoming more enjoyable for you and I don't use your pillow as often. But lately you keep rolling over and I have to keep setting you back on your belly! You've become more interested in toys and have even started playing the piano when I hold it in front of you! Such a musical genius already.
Dad and I read books to you still and I still do a lot of singing. You are really interested in both forms of communication.
You are getting stronger and stronger every day. Such an acrobat at times.
When you are fussy, the fastest and easiest way to calm you down is to hold you on your belly. Works like a charm.

We are enjoying every moment with you and can't wait to see what the next month brings!



Monday, January 10, 2011

So Crafty.

Look what I made today! Not the diaper (I'm not that advanced yet.. although I'd like to be), the baby leggings! It was actually pretty easy, but I'm still proud of myself anyhow. I'm more proud of the thing I made that is wearing the baby leggings :)
Actually, today has been a crafty momma kind of day. I started off making my own chicken stock (that ended up tasting like the low sodium version--which it really is) and freezing a bunch of that, then I ordered a bunch of supplies to make wool dryer balls (more to come someday about that), and then I sewed some babylegs. Can you tell Mason has been especially sleepy today?
Tomorrow is 2-month doctor appointment for the little guy. I am really excited to find out his stats, but so nervous for his shots. I am going to talk to the doctor about possibly doing two at a time, one in each leg. That way, if he reacts, I will know what was at fault. I'm also not looking forward to the pain it will cause him :(