Friday, November 16, 2007

Ok, I've been tagged...a lot....so here it is

So, I've been tagged a number of times, and even though I don't have enough blog-friendly people in my contact list that haven’t been tagged yet to continue the trend, I thought I would at least tell you a few quirky things about myself for your enjoyment. Here we go...

1. I always use the handicapped stall whenever possible. I have yet to come out and see someone who needed the handicapped stall waiting for me to be done, so I'm thinking it's fine. It feels like a presidential suite in there--so much space! And if you have a toddler with you, or a stroller, or a shopping cart, or a backpack, you need all the space you can get! On the floor of the Tanner Building where I have all of my classes this semester, the handicapped stall in the women's bathroom doesn't even have a lock on it...but I still use it! I like it that much.

2. I do a lot of embarrassing things (Surprising for those of you who know me well? I think not.) but I think it builds character. I actually enjoy telling my embarrassing stories, to the right people, since it's just not fair to keep all those great stories to myself. Case in point, a while ago I was talking to a friend from my freshman year who I had heard was dating a girl we knew back in the day, so I started asking this guy how things were going with this girl. After a brief relationship overview, he asked me, "So how did you know?" For some ridiculous reason I thought he was asking me "How did you know Michael was the one?" So of course I gave him a funny look, since we aren't really good friends at all, and started saying things like, "Uh, I don't know...I just knew." and "Well, it just felt right." And since he was confused, he kept saying things like “What do you mean?” which made me continue to spout off weird, lovey-dovey, idealistic phrases. Of course I was feeling awkward talking to this guy about this, but not as awkward as I felt when he really got confused and flustered and yelled "What are you talking about! How did you know I was dating her?" I then proceeded to have a good laugh at myself and make an attempt at explaining myself, but really just kept laughing, at which point I was late for class and had to go, and left him looking at me like I was the weirdest person he had ever spent 5 minutes talking to. Experiences like this pretty much characterize my existence.

3. I think that being a stay at home mom is harder than any other job I've ever had or any school program I have ever been in or am currently in! In wedding photography I am motivated by feeling creative and getting paid. In the MBA program, getting good grades, meeting fun people and feeling like I'm growing intellectually are what motivates me. But as a stay at home mom, you have to let bigger things motivate you. You have to look for the rewards--and they are definitely there--but sometimes they are so much harder to realize (but once you do realize them, you notice that they are constantly there to make you happy, in contrast with work and school). Also, work and school only take a certain amount of time and energy, but to be a stay at home mom takes all of your energy and all of your time. It's all consuming! But even though it's the hardest thing I've ever done, it's also the most rewarding thing I've ever done, and I can't wait to get back to it--plus some home office photography stuff--when I'm done! I miss hanging out with my little buddy all day!

4. I have gone through a lot of picky eating trends in my life--I used to hate orange juice, ham, root beer and cheesecake, all of which I now thoroughly enjoy, and I used to love hostess cupcakes and doughnuts, which I now don't really like at all--but the only two trends I have found in the picky eater department that have stayed with me through the years are that I HATE seafood and that I LOVE strawberries. One of my bigger fears growing up was that I'd go on a mission and be called to somewhere where I would have to eat fish all day. Phew. I dodged a bullet there.

5. I talk before I think. All the time. I think this factor is largely responsible for many of my embarrassing moments.

6. I love basketball and I play on intramural teams every chance I get. I've been on teams both times I've been pregnant, and although slow, I still have a lot of fun. In fact I have found that I can leverage my pregnant state in more than one sense f word. Although it does contribute to my embarrassing stories repertoire (like forgetting about the front half of my body when I run up to guard someone and end up body checking them across the court.) But I even plan on being on another intramural team next semester (that will put me playing competitively at 7.5 months pregnant, beating my previous record of 7 months), and I’m excited. Part of the fun is still going home and calling my dad to tell him about some crazy shot I made, or didn’t make, and what my free-throw percentage was. It just takes me right back!

7. I spelled repertoire right on the first try!

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Our conceited narcissist

This picture has nothing to do with this post, it's just a Ryan frog enjoying a sucker.




Stupendous Silverware



Ryan has been more and more willing to repeat anything we say, and learns new words pretty quickly. Caroline has been getting him to say "Charlotte's web" phrases like "I'm amazing", "I'm stupendous", "I'm Some Pig". He's doing pretty well at them.

Yesterday I was doing the dishes and Ryan wanted to help. He did a fine job putting away the silverware once he understood that, no, silverware doesn't belong on the floor.

After he'd put a couple of handfulls of silverware into the drawer, I told him he was doing a good job. On the next load as hi climbed up on his step stool to deposit the spoons, he declared loudly "I'M STUPENDOUS!". He then repeated it to himself quitely several times, as if to reassure himself that he in fact was stupendous.



Happy and Handsome


Today after we put his church clothes on, I said "Ryan, you look very handsome, go look in the mirror!". He bounced down the hallway to the full length mirror. He leaned against the mirror with both arms extended, looked right at himself and declared "I'm handsome!". He giggled and said it again. And again. And again. He spent about 3 minutes telling himself he was handsome and giggling



At least our kid doesn't have any self esteem issues.