Thursday, October 9, 2014

Sherlock

For some reason I love Sherlock Holmes. I was thinking about it the other day, and I realized there is absolutely nothing to love about his character. No matter what show you're watching (or book you're reading if you do that sort of thing), he's self-centered, impulsive, tactless, and just down right mean. He's basically no bueno.

I decided the reason I love Sherlock Holmes has very little to do with him at all. I love his character only as it is made softer by the one person who could ever penetrate his hard shell: his BFF, Watson. 

Watson brings out the good in Sherlock. He (or she if you're an Elementary fan) possesses an incredible ability to cause Sherlock to think twice about his actions. And Sherlock doesn't think twice about anything. Watson shows us that Holmes does have a heart, does care about being good and does care about helping others. I love Holmes because of his deep-down goodness brought out by Watson. None of us would like Sherlock without Watson.

I just get teary every time a Sherlock character does something subtle to right his wrong after a good lecture from Watson, which he pretended not to hear or care about.

The thing about it is, I feel like we all have our own Watson. It just so happens that mine is actually named Watson. He softens my sharp corners, highlights my good side, continues to love me in spite of my insensitivities. He cools my jets when I'm going crazy, and together we solve all sorts of crime (okay not really crime). I am a much better person because of him.

Here's to wishing my dear Watson a very happy birthday. You're my everything babe, and we're gonna make it. 




Gas Forever

Baby boy is a little ornery these days. His gas is still going strong. His new thing lately is to grunt and push really hard while he's nursing. Sometimes he just goes right ahead and bites down while he's at it. OUCH! He doesn't even have teeth yet, so, that should be fun. I remember his first gassy night very well. He was 10 days old and my dear Watson had just left for Maine. He grunted all night long. I'm hoping his system gets worked out sometime in his life. He may have a hard time making friends if he grunts red-faced and cries every time he has to toot or poop. Can you imagine him at 16? Or 30? Aye aye aye. 

Pretty much no two days are alike. I feel like that's enough to make anyone crazy. I guess the trick is not to have expectations. Thank your lucky stars if it's a good day, but don't expect it to continue tomorrow. On the other hand, one bad day doesn't mean every day to follow will be the same for the rest of your life and all eternity. Not that I've ever felt that way, I'm just sayin. 

I should mention that he is an excellent sleeper at night. He sleeps 8 or 9 hours straight almost every night. 

And I should also mention that sometimes he turns his head, looks me in the eyes, smiles, and gives me a sweet kiss. Seriously? By the time my melted heart retains it's usual shape, I've forgotten everything that was hard that day. He's my pal. I love having him in my life. 

This was us after my half marathon last month. That was super fun, and I even caught up to and beat one of the girls I had my eye on to beat the whole time.

He has been loving the swing and slide at the park lately.
Chunky legs!

My dear Watson picked him up in his blanket like this and carried him around. You can tell by his face what he thought about that.
This is kind of like that face I was describing earlier. So sweet.

My crazy kid! 

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Super Power

Here's a riddle.  It's something I get forced into doing every day, and somehow becomes priority even though I don't want it to be. Although I finish it everyday, if I want to eat dinner there is always more to do the next day. I can't let it sit or it starts to smell. It's taking over my life. What is it?

DISHES. Okay, that wasn't much of a riddle. Oh well. Excuse my language, but dishes suck. To me, the extra cost of paper plates is so worth having fewer dishes. Seriously, it is sooo hard to stay on top of them. (Insert more complaining here because I really really hate dishes).  If I could choose a super power it would be a dish-doing power. With just a wink I would be able to unload and load the dishwasher AND do all the hand wash. 

On another note, this is what we've been up to lately.  


There's a small island just north of us called Mackworth Island. It's home to a school for the deaf and apparently a lot of fairies. There is a trail around the perimeter of the island, and for an on-your-honor $2, you can walk around it and enjoy some great views. There are a few places where you can build fairy houses out of the natural surroundings. There are rules about the houses like they can't be more than 3 feet high and you have to use natural stuff found on the island, etc. We saw some neat ones, but this (above) was definitely the Beverly Hills of fairy houses. Here's a view from the island:


We've been having families over for FHE (https://www.lds.org/topics/family-home-evening) each week. Here are some of the crafts we've been doing for the activity:

Button caterpillars.



Family hand art. Redd's pointer finger isn't really shaped like that. Something went wrong during the cutting phase. 

We visited another nearby lighthouse. You can walk all the way up to it by jumping along the giant rock path that precedes it. Then, on the other side you get a wicked spider show. There are tons of nasty webs and spiders. They ARE the spiders that bit Spider-Man, I'm sure of it.




And as always, Redd has been up to being adorable.

 Resting his feet on the stroller. We were just trying this out around the apartment complex. The straps don't tighten enough, so he isn't quite big enough for it yet.


Those hands are constantly touching and grabbing everything.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

The Best Things in Life are Hard

My friend and neighbor and mother of 4 boys asked me the other day if motherhood was harder or easier than I expected.  Of course I said it's a piece of cake. Or maybe I actually said something like it's a little harder...ok, I said a lot harder.

I was prepared for the sacrifice I would make leaving my job and the comforts of working life, but I wasn't prepared for all the other sacrifices. It's super hard some days to shower, take bathroom breaks, eat. I can barely scratch out the very basic necessities of life. So that was all sort of unexpected. 

I'm trying to change my perspective of what it means to be productive. In my working world, productive meant always having something to do and crossing off everything on my to do list. It meant being fast and efficient.

 In my mom life, I might only be able to do dishes and make dinner and at the end of the day, I don't feel very productive. But I also fed my baby 5 times, changed his diaper 12 times, cleaned up poop 4 times, sang him to sleep twice, read him 2 books, went on 3 walks, and supervised tummy time. That's a lot of stuff I haven't been including in my productivity overview.

So that's my goal: pick a new definition of productivity that includes all that mom stuff.  After all, it is my new job.

Then there's all the stuff I have to worry about. I knew I would worry, but I didn't know exactly how much there would be to worry about. Worry: my worst enemy. It's such a waste of time. 

Is he eating enough, spitting up too much, growing and developing on schedule, am I scarring him for life because I rock him to sleep, does he sleep to much, is he pooping enough, getting enough alone time play time? The list goes on. I think those are all normal mom concerns, and I just need to store them in the back of my mind and not let them take over the front and sides and every crack in between.

What it comes down to is that this is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. No one gave me instructions. Redd didn't come with a rule book or how-to manual. I've learned that it's a great chance for a clueless mom and dad to learn how to rely on the Spirit and strengthening power of the Atonement of Jesus Christ.

I know that my redeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives.
He lives. He lives who once was dead,
He lives , my ever living head. 
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives my hungry soul to feed.
He lives to bless in time of need.
("I Know that my Redeemer Lives" HYMNS  136)

How grateful I am in this hardest time of my life to know I have a loving Savior who is here to quiet my fears, wipe away my tears, feed my hungry soul, and bless me in my time of need. I have been counseled that having children would bring me closer to The Lord than anything else, and I'm beginning to understand why.

Read more about what I believe about Jesus Christ here





He's pretty much perfect. 

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Break Week 2

Monday (Aug 11)

We took a ferry to a nearby island called Long Island (not the one in New York). There's absolutely nothing on the island except a beautiful beach and a cafe. It took an hour to get to the island because we made several stops along the way to pick up garbage or drop off mail and freight at other islands. When we reached the island we walked a mile to the beach. It was white sand and beautifully clear water. Then we walked back and ate lunch at the cafe. It was delicious! The man who owns it lives above it during the warm season, then takes off to Florida in the winter. 

On the ferry:


The beach:

 
That Monday we also had our neighbors over for FHE. Our activity was to make helicopters out of egg cartons and paper. 

Tuesday (Aug 12)
We took a break from fun and grocery shopped instead. We also attended a new member lesson for a recently baptized member. My dear Watson baptized him a couple weeks ago. We learned about the priesthood to prepare him to receive the priesthood this Sunday.

Wednesday (Aug 13)
It rained all day, but that didn't stop us from going out. We did a little hike to great pond in Cape Elizabeth, a neighboring town.  After all .7 miles, We stopped for some delicious Kettle Cove Ice Cream.
 
Great Pond: Redd is in the Bjorn under my rain jacket.


Thursday (Aug 14)
We went to the Boston Temple. We switched off, so my dear Watson went in first and I hung out witht Redd. Then we switched. It felt good to be in the temple: so much peace. We ate lunch at a little BBQ place, then drove home. We stopped at the Nubble Lighthouse on our way home. It is my favorite so far. We had some wild maine blueberry pie as we watched the waves. 

The temple:

 
The lighthouse:


 
A guy feeding seagulls:

Friday (Aug 15)
We went blueberry picking. At $2.50 a pound these babies were the best I've ever tasted. We didn't get enough, that's for sure.  It was just a nearby farm, privately owned. You drive up, get a bucket, then start picking! It was a beautiful day for picking.



That night we went to the Drive-In movies. Ninja Turtles and Hercules. It was an awesome experience. We felt like true Americans.


Saturday (Aug 16)
We visited Higgins Beach. It was pretty windy and chilly, which I wasn't prepared for. I feel lime in order to enjoy the beach on a cold day you need long pants and a sweater. I wore my swimming suit, so...Yeah.

It was an awesome break and I was definitely sad to send my dear Watson back to school this week. He had only been gone an hour on Monday and I had already been teary a couple times. Here's to another semester!

Here's our cutie:

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Break Week 1

Here is a snapshot of what we've been doing during the first half of my dear Watson's break:

Tuesday (Aug 6)
My dear Watson finished up the semester and successfully passed all his classes. He did quite well in Anatomy even, and that was the most difficult class. He's sort of a natural when it comes to the body. That sounds weird. His classmates had a pool party that afternoon, so we went, and left before it got too crazy. "Why is all the rum gone?" (Pirates of the Caribbean quote)

Wednesday (Aug 7)
Laundry day! That means we stayed inside. I have to walk my laundry over to the neighbors, up the stairs, and according to her schedule: so it's sort of an all day thing.

Thursday (Aug 8)
We went to Guardians of the Galaxy. It wasn't a bad movie, but it doesn't even come close to the caliber of the other Marvels if you ask me. We also had fresh spring rolls for dinner at a friends house; full of shrimp and tofu. It was a new experience for us both, but actually tasted pretty good. I made pecan cupcakes with a delicious vanilla whipped frosting.

Friday (Aug 9)
We went to Sebago Lake. It was a dream. Perfect weather, semi- warm water, and a lot of relaxing. I even got in...all the way, which tells you it was warm-ish. I've been to the beach a million times here and have never more than stepped in.
This is the lake. It was really cool for kids because the beach is only about 8 feet from the water so you can sit by your stuff and be close to your kids as they play in the water. We tried to put Redd in but he screamed. It was too cold for him I guess.

Saturday (Aug 10)
Stopped at the farmers market at Deering Oaks. I've never seen so much produce at a farmers market. The markets in Utah are more homemade craft stuff than actual produce. We ended up with some fresh green beans and corn on the cob which I whipped up for dinner that night. We also walked around the mall and ate lunch at a Philly CheeseSteak place. It was delish.

Sunday (Aug 11)
 Church. My dear Watson gave a great talk about enduring to the end. Sunday evening we went to Bug Light Park to see a lighthouse and fly a kite. It's an itty bitty lighthouse which is why they call it bug light. The kites people were flying in the park were incredible. Like sky ballerinas floating gracefully in the wind. They were big, made of fabric, and went way high up. Our kite was stellar too. 1/2 off at Marden's so about a dollar, plastic, and reached close to 75 feet. At least we got it in the air.
That's our little kite at the top right, the yellow and purple things on bottom left are the other, bigger kites. Here's a video: 

There will be more later, but for now, here are some cute videos of our little guy.

This is him playing with his keys. 

This is him laughing with my dear Watson.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Lobstah Nightmare


Another eventful week. 



My dear Watson went to the Biddeford campus to study in the cadaver lab, and took us with him. Since we aren't interested in dissected dead human bodies, he dropped us off at the beach. This is called Hills Beach, and is so close to campus that we just walked back when we were done. It was the warmest water I've encountered so far at a beach in Maine. Redd got to wear his favorite hippo hat.

 A couple days later Redd and I spent a couple hours at the Eastern Promenade. It's a beautiful path along the ocean, and we found a bench right on the water to relax on.  


We watched 3 giant trucks and a Ford F150 play Tetris to fit on this small freight ferry. Every time a truck boarded I was sure there wasn't any more space, and then saw another big truck backing on. It was fun to watch

This beanie actually fits him now. As a newborn I had to roll it up. I just thought it was so adorable.

Our good friends the Woolley's came to visit and we showed them around our beautiful city. They fell in love with it, as most people do. Austin was Kam's friend all growing up and is in med school in Cleveland right now.

We took the Woolley's to Portland Lobster Company on Old Port because they wanted to eat Maine lobster. Lucky for us, there were two or three non- seafood things on the menu, so that's what we ordered. We watched the Woolley's crack into their lobsters, and as soon as I saw the green bile-looking stuff inside, I started to get queasy.  When Austin gave me a piece of claw meat to try I put it in my mouth like a boss. But when I bit down and my teeth bounced back instead of biting through, I spit that nasty creature back onto my plate. I had an upset stomach for an hour and I didn't even swallow anything. Turns out, I may never try lobster and I'll definitely have lobster nightmares. 

The picture above is the buzzer that tells us when the food is ready. I thought its lobster shape was super cool.



This past Saturday a man was baptized into our ward. I attended a couple of his lessons and My dear Watson reached out to him when he came to church. To our surprise, he asked my dear Watson to baptize him. It was such an honor.