blue...

my blood runs blue!

hugs...

Claire talks really well on the phone now. She will hand me the phone and ask to talk to a specific person. Yesterday it was Daddy, Grammie, Grumpy and then Amy. It's always a laugh to hear her tell them about her potty training or the bad action she did hours earlier. She remembers things so clearly.

Lately, when I tell her to tell the person on the other end of the line that she loves them, which is an indication that it's time to give the phone to me, she gives it a giant hug and kiss before she'll hand it off. Very sweet girl.

She wants me to document EVERYTHING! "Momma! take a picture!" I finally just started taking one with my fingers---pretending. For a while there, if I didn't have the camera in hand for every moment, I wasn't taking enough pictures.

Matthew is crazy. He screams through his naps lately. Even at night. 2 nights ago, I finally put him down stairs because there was nothing I could do for him. I imagined I heard him screaming for the rest of the night and was up 20 times to check on him. 10 of those times he was screaming. argh.

He's started to babble. His latest is "dadadada". Nick loves it. I can't help but love that kid. He's a cuddle-er.

Eating real food is a trip for him. He hates his cereal. He wants what we are eating. Sometimes we'll give it to him...if it's rice or a bit of bread. he gnaws it to death and then swallows it or it ends up mushed to death and on his shirt.

4 month check up...

Matthew's stats:

16 lbs and 15 oz---75%
25 inches long---50%
25 head circ---50%

People often comment things like: "What position does he play?" I now introduce him as my linebacker.



Oddly enough, I have neices and nephews who have been even bigger, but I still get these comments. He actually only eats 5-6 times a day and sleeps about 12 hours at night. Then when he does eat, he barfs up almost all his food...no idea how he's so big.

Claire is wonderful. I love this pic. It's so her personality...

Georgetown...

Nick has been in DC this last week. He gets home TONIGHT! It was his birthday on Friday and his boss' wife sent me this photo of him at the game/event that he was over there for. that arena looks HUGE! Claire has been asking for Daddy almost constantly. She has really missed him. I don't know if Matthew knows the difference when he's gone, except he gets more attention ;) Claire has been absolutely amazing this week while I'm ready to tear my hair out (not because of her...just thyroid problems and not sleeping). tonight I told her we could watch a movie and eat popcorn. She was so excited. I asked her to turn the lights off while I carried Matthew downstairs. It took her a while, but she came down and I went back up, all the lights were off. It was too much to expect of a 2 year old, but wow. I'll keep her. I say this as I hear here upstairs thumping in her bed and not going to sleep...waking up matthew---who is now crying. bye!

go aggies!

Claire sees any sort of sporting event and goes nuts! This is our latest basketball game. The fans were crazy as usual. She's sitting next to Miles---who was calm and sedate the whole time. Claire was jumping up and down, yelling and stealing others' popcorn/food.

a post from Grumpy Sorensen!

Yesterday I was reminded of the fact that singing is not one of my talents. This could have been a blow to my almost nonexistent fragile ego, but fortunately I already knew where I stood when it came to my singing skills. The truly comical part of this was the fact that the reminder came from my 2 year old granddaughter.

The reminder came from a conversation with my granddaughter on our grandfather/granddaughter date and it went something like the following:

Matt: Claire, do you want to go with grumpy and get a hamburger?
Claire: Yesssssss
Matt: Ok, let’s go do a little shopping and then we will get a drink and hamburger
Claire: Ok, I love hamburger
Matt: ( singing an old Partridge Family song to Claire ) “ I think I love you ( repeated 3 or 4 times )
Claire: Silence
Matt: Claire, do you want to sing with me?
Matt: I think I love, I think I love you, I think I love you
Matt: Claire, sing with grumpy
Matt: I think I love you, I think I love you, I think I love you
Claire: NO SINGING!
Matt: What?
Claire: NO SINGING?
Matt: ( ignoring my granddaughter’s command ) I think I love you, I think I love you, I think I love you
Claire: Shhhhhhhh!
Matt: ( ignoring my granddaughter’s command ) I think I love you, I think I love you, I think I love you
Claire: STOP!
Matt: ( ignoring my granddaughter’s command ) I think I love you, I think I love you, I think I love you
Claire:(slowly shaking her head back and forth and in an almost disgusted tone she blurted out) BAD!
Matt: At that point all I could do was burst out laughing. In her own little way, my granddaughter got the best of me and had found a way to shut off my lousy singing

pic catch up...

Loves

Come here, Mafew!

I love this pic of his toes. So will Grammie ;)

Claire has curly hair! Who'd have known?

LOL! I just like this...

true love...

Claire is in the bathtub, Matthew is having tummy time and I am doing my hair...I hear Claire singing and splashing in the tub and finally say, "I love you!" and I respond in kind. She keeps saying it and I finally look over and realize...She's talking to her rubber ducky!

new resuarants...or...

Do you ever feel like trying a new restaurant to see if it's good? You know, take the sampler and see if it's worth eating there again and again? I'm starting to feel that way about hospitals. You know, the cafeteria there is not all bad. Maybe we should try a new one this week!

After that charming little antidote, I'll relate the following story:

This Friday (the 5th?) I headed down to Mom's house and went to a very....hmmmm...a play with Mom. charter school production of Cats. Hmmmm is all I can say. Dad watched the kids.

Friday night I put the kids to bed and finally go to bed myself at about 1100ish. I wake up to Matthew having a croup attack. Mom helped me a ton bringing him in and out of the shower and cold. I get back into bed at about 2:30ish. I'm not asleep yet, but Claire and I are sharing a bed. She rolls over and barfs right into my hair! I then rotated between caring for one child or the other all night. Mom came down and helped hold my girl and then Matthew.

Didn't really know what to do, but Mom looked after the kids while I took a nap before driving home.

I get to Bountiful and Matthew has another attack. I call Nick, who calls the doctor, and we decide we need to take matthew in asap. I stop at an Instacare in Bountiful and they totally freak me out and make Matthew ride to Primary Children's in an ambulance. Apparently when babies have such a hard time breaking for such a long time, the second they feel like they can relax, they will just stop breathing altogether. I have the only car, so Nick is trying to find a ride down from Logan to help out. I can't get a hold of Mom (Dad offered to come with before I even left their house. but what did Little Miss Independent say to her dotting father? "No, but thanks dad. I'll be alright"---I digress). Anyway, it was a hellacious day. Test results showed that Matthew has croup with broncialitis and possible tracheal miajia (you better believe that I don't know how to spell this). which means he has croup with RSV with a possible genetic tightening of the trachea that will require surgery to fix.

Sunday, I went to church and nick stayed home with kids because I was in charge of singing time in primary. Nick had to leave his yard job on Sat in a rush and didn't finish. He went back after church to finish. stayed till 2 hours after dark and still wasn't done.

Needless to say...I'm exhausted, the kids are exhausted, nick is exhausted and sore...but we are so blessed! I have a great Mom that helps me with my kids all night long, a dad that would drive with me up to Logan just to make sure everything goes okay. He'd probably even stay if I asked him to, I have health insurance for my kids, great health care providers with exhausting resources, a reliable car, and a husband that would do anything to get to his kids.

I haven't been to that many hospitals, or their cafeterias. I was mostly just being funny. Or trying to be. ;)

carnivore...

I so do not eat much meat. While I was prego with Claire, I did a good job of keeping up my protein. I guess this is what I get!



a carnivore in her natural habitat!