Tuesday, September 30, 2008


Well, most of you know that I am not a lover of pink! I do want to point out, however, that my husband is and thinks our girl should love it too. Plus, how many times you mention to people that you don't like pink doesn't matter because they then hear you are having a girl and then they inevidably buy you pink anyway, thinking that somehow your pink disdain desolved when you discovered that you were having that girl. It's actually one of the main reasons I wanted a boy first. Then I wouldn't have to take so much flack about recieving pink when I decidedly don't like it! No, really! I don't like pink.
Okay, what really happened is this: Everyone keeps being SO generous and thoughtful. They like the pink, so I should too. I had a neighbor decide to give me a garbage bag full of girl clothes (she's done having kids). They were free and they were all pink. so, what do you do? You dress her in pink, (yuck) and deal with it.
It's actually really funny. And I really do recieve a lot of flack about it. My in-laws bought me a pink Barbie doll for Christmas last year just to tease me about how much pink I would be recieving. I'm still appalled, but it is currently under my bed, waiting for some new lost soul to pass it on to. Everyone can like pink and a lot of people do look good in it, and even some cominations of pink (pink and brown is really cute) I like, but for all points of humor, I don't like it. te he.

Monday, September 29, 2008


Claire has started to slow down on the nap thing (finally). While it's good because that means I can go places and not interupt her sleep cycle, she has gone ito hyperdrive of not wanting to take a nap and when she does, it lasts exactly as long as I'm nursing her, then she wakes up and is cranky. I know she NEEDS naps, I just can't get her to take them lately. Any suggestions? I could sure use one right now. ha ha.
I love, love, love music. I can't get enough of it. It's a good thing I have so many friends and my MOM to discuss it all with. Right now I'm trying to find Nessun dorme from Turandot by Puccini on my playlist. It says it doesn't exist. If anyone else can find it, let me know.

Friday, September 26, 2008


So, I was reading my brother-in-law's (Daniel) email to the family and I decided that my mother-in-law has to be freakin' out right now. The first paragraph consisted of what his area is like. He proceded to describe a street in the City that has a mosaic on it with a list of some 50 odd people on it that are all people who died on that street in recent history. Then he said not to worry because not only is God looking out for them (good, good), but a few gangs too, apparently. While this makes me laugh my head off and worry slightly, I can imagine my dear mother-in-law wondering where she sent her son to.
My neighbor is in charge of the ward party tonight. I was incharge of purchasing a tub of frosting (seriously like one of those 50 lbs canisters of flour---who can go through that much frosting!). Yuck. Literally a tub of lard.
We have so many dogs in the neighborhood that I'm ready to pull out Nick's twenty-two. They NEVER shut up! Three in the morning and one starts and then the other 23 (I've counted) join in. Owners of pests, I mean pets, beware! It is not okay to let your dogs bark for so long that the others in the neighborhood join in and wake up the babies! AGH!
My sister-in-law is the best writer I have seen in a while. She is so good at putting her voice into her writing. Every last thing she writes makes me openly laugh---and I can't help it! She is so funny! I won't advertise her for fear of making her nervous or embarrassed, but I am always reading her blog just to see what she will come up with next. My favorites are conversations with her children.
Nick is taking this class in business owning and starting up and he had to make a list of 24 different business startup ideas. All very interesting---some I hope to see come to fruitation.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008


It is crazy to me to think that something else has to look like a scrapbook, which is all well and good, but now I can't settle for the basic, I have to have the complicated, ornate, rediculous version because I can't seem to be thought of as doing something simply. What is wrong with me anyway?
Naw, I think I have finally figured it out a bit (thanks to David). And it is a lot easier than I first invisioned.
Nick, Claire and I went to a lunch that his work hosted for Claire, through me, which was really for him. I recieved ooddles of complements on how wonderful Nick is while all the women there sat and ooggled at Claire, wanted to hold her and smile with her. It was really awesome to know he is working for such great people. Although I hate presents (what do you say when someone asks what you need...no matter who you are and if you need 300 things, I'll bet more often than not, you say "Oh, I think we have what we need, but thank you for asking."), it was a good time. Claire was an angel, she giggled and cooed for all of the ladies to see. My little girl is the best! And while I'm braggin, I might as well admit my husband is too.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Our First Family Picture

I have finally gotten around to doing one of these. I'm sure most of you are saying it is about time. Sorry about that. So, down to business.
Currently: Nick and I have been married for almost four years (10.9.2004). We were blessed with our new baby girl: Claire Nichole Sorensen on July 6, 2008. She was 7lbs 6oz, 21 inches long. She had a rough start, she had to stay at the hospital to be treated for pnemonia, but she made a quick and healthy recovery and we were so greatful to bring her home the following Friday after she was born. She has already met all of her grandparents, great grandparents, her great-great grandparents, all of her aunts and uncles and cousins (except for Ben's family---we miss you, you Texans!), including a quick goodbye to an uncle who decided to serve an LDS mission in New York! Deb has NO problem visiting there, though I don't know if we would see a lot of the missionary (not that we are allowed), but you know...any excuse to get to NYC.
Everyone already knows that this little girl is going to be a Daddy's Girl. She is an angel. She squacks and coos all day long (when she's awake---and sometimes when she is not!). Sometimes I'll wake up and find Daddy (who is supposed to be heading to work) 'talking' to his girl. He loves his girl and you can see it when you see the two of them together. It has become even more endearing since she started to smile and talk back to him.
Claire-bear loves her bath! I have a video that I will put on this blog---once I figure out how to do it. She has a million little nick-names and one of them is "Froggy" because she kicks her little legs so much. One uncle (Daniel---the missionary), mentioned that when she kicks her one leg, it looks like she is trying to start a motorcycle. Vaaaaa-roooom!
Grampa Sorensen was the first to get her to smile. He dotes on her almost as much as her daddy. You better believe that she is already spoiled rotten. 'Gamma' Sorensen has taken it upon herself to see that she already has enough diapers for her entire childhood. Aunt Marlies has made sure to clothe her till she is 45. I could list all the generousity that has been given, but I would have no time to write about Claire, so I'll stop there. Needless to say, family and friends are in abundance and we are so grateful for all of them.
Well, I think this is a good start. More later.