I've been thinking a lot lately about the very things this article addresses. I'm a member of a parent's group on FB where people post questions, comments, etc...on rearing children. I'll admit, I often laugh and even mock some of the stuff they talk about on there. I often think to myself that they are making parenting way too hard...you know...elimination communication, lotus birthing (look them up), etc...Stuff I don't really relate to. The other day an interesting conversation emerged about someone whose tom-boy 4.5 year old daughter was invited to a princess party and how the mom was totally freaked out by this prospect. Again, I mostly rolled my eyes at this discussion, but it did get me thinking.
Then there is this little gem of an article which has been circulating all over FB and the blogosphere. Don't even get me started. And for the record, I think he is a boy.
Finally, this article was posted on the FB parenting group and I really enjoyed it and I think it raises many valid points concerning the way we talk to girls in our society. I remember that nothing annoyed me more then when I would come home for vacation from college and the only thing people would ask me is if I was dating someone. No asking me what I was studying, about my internship in DC, about my work/job, nothing along those lines at all. I hated it. I often felt like everyone else (and let's be honest I'm talking about people in the ward I grew up in) thought my college experience would be a complete failure if I didn't leave it married...never mind the world class education I received. OK, I might be going off on a bit of a tangent but you get the idea. Thoughts?
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
grateful
I remember when before I was married how much I would love to spend time with my niece Sadie and my nephews Joseph and Jax (this isn't to say I no longer enjoy spending time with time with them because I do). I would love reading stories with them, having sleepovers, making cakes, etc... Every time I would have one of them on my lap I remember thinking how much I couldn't wait to have one of my very own. Tonight, as I was holding Beckham, Asher came and worked his way onto my lap for some cuddle time. I was overcome with gratitude for my two little boys. I am truly blessed.
And believe me, I needed this moment as lately I'm usually thinking to myself "What in the world made me think I could do this?"
And believe me, I needed this moment as lately I'm usually thinking to myself "What in the world made me think I could do this?"
Sunday, June 19, 2011
happy father's day
Happy Father's Day to my wonderful husband who is an amazing father to our two boys!
(ps this is what they were all suppose to look like on Beckham's blessing day...well, sort of I didn't put the suit on Beckham today, but you can still get the gist...aren't the matching ties adorable?)
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
family pictures
Our professional family pictures are up for viewing. Check them out here. I might be biased but I think they are amazing!
Monday, June 13, 2011
best. vacation. ever.
This was my back yard for the last week.
My parents rented a house right on the beach for our family vacation/reunion. Thanks mom and dad! We had an amazing time. We ate delicious food from crepes to tapas. We spent mornings, afternoons and evenings on the beach. We flew kites, played in the sand, ate ice pops and double stuff oreos and generally had the time of our lives.
Here are a ton of pics for your viewing pleasure. The pics are all Mal's and Ryan's. I had my camera out for about an hour before I put it away never to look at it again because why take pics when others (with better cameras) will take them for you?
And stay tuned for our family pictures on the beach but here are a few candids from the photo session.
My parents rented a house right on the beach for our family vacation/reunion. Thanks mom and dad! We had an amazing time. We ate delicious food from crepes to tapas. We spent mornings, afternoons and evenings on the beach. We flew kites, played in the sand, ate ice pops and double stuff oreos and generally had the time of our lives.
Here are a ton of pics for your viewing pleasure. The pics are all Mal's and Ryan's. I had my camera out for about an hour before I put it away never to look at it again because why take pics when others (with better cameras) will take them for you?
Joe and Marshall doing some yoga on the beach
Jax working on a 500 dollar fine for playing on the dunes
Mark teaching Sadie the art of the skim board
I think this is the only pic of Quinn and me together.
The elevator in the house was a hit with the kids but they were only allowed to ride it with an adult.
Ryan was the official driver of the party van (15 passenger van that we rented).
Fun with bows
For some reason Stacey doesn't want to be photographed with Quinn
Ice pops my fav was the coconut sesame ginger. Delish.
A random birthday party for everyone.
Marshall face
And stay tuned for our family pictures on the beach but here are a few candids from the photo session.
Thursday, June 02, 2011
blessing day
We had decided to head up to Virginia for Memorial Day weekend to bless Beckham while Quinn's brother Miles was in town from LA. Then last week Quinn got really busy at work. He had to work late on Friday and needed to go in on Monday as well. So we canceled. About 5 minutes later we decided to throw caution to the wind and go anyway. We left early Saturday morning to catch a flight up. No problems. Quinn and Asher sat in coach...Beckham and I were in first class. Heaven! Once we landed that is when things started going to hell. Beckham had a total freak out and was screaming so loud. I've never seen him like that. We finally made it to luggage after a serious hike (I'm not a fan of the layout of Dulles..why can't every airport be like DFW?). We saw our car seats right away but no suitcase. Quinn and I started searching. Picture me with screaming baby attached via baby bjorn. We looked and looked but saw nothing. A lady saw me looking and I showed her my bag claim ticket. That is when I noticed that it did not have our name on it and that the claim ticket was for a flight to Chicago. So right away I understood what had happened. Obviously, our suitcase was mis-tagged and was sent to Chicago by mistake. Notice how easy it is to come to that conclusion (this ease at which the conclusion is made comes into play later). I stood in lost baggage line with about 4 people in front of me all the while Beckham screamed and screamed. Quinn and Asher headed out front to find Cara (our ride) and install the car seats. Finally I couldn't take it anymore since everyone was just looking at me so I headed out to the car as well. Cara took Asher, Beckham and me home while Quinn went back to the lost luggage counter. Beckham finally calmed down and we made it home. Maybe 20 minutes later Quinn called and someone went to pick him up.
Now the chaos begins. First, let me state that I realize the airlines deal with thousands of bags a day and probably hundreds of lost bags, but seriously people, it shouldn't be this hard. The guy at the counter gave Quinn the impression that we wouldn't get our bag until Sunday at the earliest. Now mind you we were in town for 2 1/2 days and our bag was packed with Beckham's blessing outfit, Asher and Quinn's brand new suits for the occasion as well as my cutest post-partum church outfit. So I was really hoping they would get it back to us late Saturday night. It couldn't be that hard right, we knew what flight it was on? That flight hadn't even landed when we discovered the bag was mis-tagged. So I called back later that afternoon and talked to someone on the phone, it was like they hadn't even heard the part about Chicago. All that info about the flight, the name on the bag claim, etc...was no where to be found in the file. So I gave them as much info as I could since they had taken that claim ticket from us at the airport. Later that night Quinn and Miles decided to go back down to the airport to check on it again. Once again, it was like it was the first they had heard of it. But they left the airport feeling like they had made progress and that we would probably get our bags the next day. Miles even put in another phone call later that night and was told that the bag had been located in Chicago. So first thing Sunday morning (still holding out hope that we would get our bags before church) I called for a status update. I was told on the phone that our bag had been scanned in Dulles this morning. I told Quinn this so he and his dad when to the airport to find it. It was not there. They talked to a lady who once again acted like this Chicago info was news to her. She called Chicago and located our bag that was in unclaimed baggage. No one had ever been looking for it. She said it would be on the next flight out and arriving at 4 that day. Well, that was too late for the blessing. I cried (I have to say, I'm proud that I only cried once). Around 5 o'clock that evening Quinn went to the airport to get the bag. Guess what? Yup, not there. It didn't make that flight! It will be there at 9 pm. One more trip back to the airport and we finally get our luggage around 10:30 Sunday night. Just in time for our return trip at 8 am on Monday. Ridiculous.
In the midst of all this chaos, Beckham was given a name and a blessing by his father. That was what was really important. It was a very sweet blessing and a special day for our family. We owe a big thanks to all our extended family who clothed us. Both of my sister-in-laws Cara and Linnea gave me a church outfit. Linnea even went out and bought a cardigan for me to wear. Quinn's brother Jason loaned him a suit. Cara dressed Asher and let Beckham wear the blessing outfit all of her boys have worn. It really was a fantastic day. I don't have any pictures of my own but I'm depending on my bro-in-law Jason for the shots he took. I just don't have them yet. In the meantime, here is one that Cara took.
Now the chaos begins. First, let me state that I realize the airlines deal with thousands of bags a day and probably hundreds of lost bags, but seriously people, it shouldn't be this hard. The guy at the counter gave Quinn the impression that we wouldn't get our bag until Sunday at the earliest. Now mind you we were in town for 2 1/2 days and our bag was packed with Beckham's blessing outfit, Asher and Quinn's brand new suits for the occasion as well as my cutest post-partum church outfit. So I was really hoping they would get it back to us late Saturday night. It couldn't be that hard right, we knew what flight it was on? That flight hadn't even landed when we discovered the bag was mis-tagged. So I called back later that afternoon and talked to someone on the phone, it was like they hadn't even heard the part about Chicago. All that info about the flight, the name on the bag claim, etc...was no where to be found in the file. So I gave them as much info as I could since they had taken that claim ticket from us at the airport. Later that night Quinn and Miles decided to go back down to the airport to check on it again. Once again, it was like it was the first they had heard of it. But they left the airport feeling like they had made progress and that we would probably get our bags the next day. Miles even put in another phone call later that night and was told that the bag had been located in Chicago. So first thing Sunday morning (still holding out hope that we would get our bags before church) I called for a status update. I was told on the phone that our bag had been scanned in Dulles this morning. I told Quinn this so he and his dad when to the airport to find it. It was not there. They talked to a lady who once again acted like this Chicago info was news to her. She called Chicago and located our bag that was in unclaimed baggage. No one had ever been looking for it. She said it would be on the next flight out and arriving at 4 that day. Well, that was too late for the blessing. I cried (I have to say, I'm proud that I only cried once). Around 5 o'clock that evening Quinn went to the airport to get the bag. Guess what? Yup, not there. It didn't make that flight! It will be there at 9 pm. One more trip back to the airport and we finally get our luggage around 10:30 Sunday night. Just in time for our return trip at 8 am on Monday. Ridiculous.
In the midst of all this chaos, Beckham was given a name and a blessing by his father. That was what was really important. It was a very sweet blessing and a special day for our family. We owe a big thanks to all our extended family who clothed us. Both of my sister-in-laws Cara and Linnea gave me a church outfit. Linnea even went out and bought a cardigan for me to wear. Quinn's brother Jason loaned him a suit. Cara dressed Asher and let Beckham wear the blessing outfit all of her boys have worn. It really was a fantastic day. I don't have any pictures of my own but I'm depending on my bro-in-law Jason for the shots he took. I just don't have them yet. In the meantime, here is one that Cara took.
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