This is what happens when...

Dad babysits. I found these pictures on the camera this morning. Max is starting to do a lot better with the baby. Hopefully all the timeouts he's been serving for baby assault are finally curing him of his need to inflict bodily damage on his younger sibling. I am starting to come to terms with the fact that Ian has a dairy allergy. When I cut it out of my diet he is a lot happier, sleeps through the night, and refrains from projectile vomiting.


Luckily for me the generic Walmart brand chocolate chips are dairy free. I think I could quite possibly die without chocolate. I have learned that it is possible to survive without cheese. Not pleasant, but possible.

If my babies could talk...

Max could explain why he screams and cries all day for toast with honey (Tooaast!!...Honey!!) and then refuses to eat it when I make it for him. When I give it to him he signs (the only sign language he knows) "all finished" and pushes it away. When I ask him to take a bite he says "no-no...nuh-no...NUH-NO!...", louder and louder until I take it away from him. An hour later we start the process again when he begs, tears and all, for more toast. I'm stumped.

Ian could explain why he refuses to take a pacifier. He could also explain why he insists on nursing until he pukes. Seriously, he is addicted. He doesn't know when to stop. If I try to cut him off, he throws a fit. We took him to the hospital for an ultrasound to get to the bottom of his chronic puking. We were instructed not to feed him for 3 hours before the procedure. We didn't feed him for 5 hours, to be safe. The technician told me that she didn't believe that we hadn't fed him for three hours because his stomach was very full and blocking the sound waves. I suppose that explains the chubby cheeks.

And I'm not sure what to do about this whole thumb-sucking thing. I don't mind it when the thumb sucking helps him sleep through the night. The thought of a thumb-sucking toddler is too much for me to handle. Is there any way to break the habit before it's too late? He WILL NOT take a pacifier. Believe me, I've tried. All day. Everyday. Since he was born. Not gonna happen.

Easter Update

I contacted the Easter bunny to let him know to delay his visit. Max was too sick to hunt for eggs, and definitely too sick to eat candy. It all started on Friday. Max and I were enjoying our shopping date at the grocery store. At least I was enjoying it because Max was unusually quiet. He broke the silence and began spewing vomit like a garden sprinkler. He soaked his clothes, and did some pretty major damage in the Easter candy aisle. He spent the weekend sitting lethargically on the couch with his dad. Pobrecito.


We had a very casual Easter with J-P's sisters and their dinner dates. I was a nonconformist and made salmon. I also decided to go green this year--I bought cloth napkins instead of paper. I also decorated with things I had around the house. You never know when your food storage is going to come in handy.

I think we'll have our egg hunt today.

Zoo Day

We went to the zoo today, along with the rest of the state of Arizona. It's spring break. I was so excited to take Max to the goat petting zoo. Max LOVES goats. "Goat" was one of his first words. Well, it turns out that Max doesn't love goats. Max is petrified of goats. He just likes pictures of goats in books. Good to know.

TGIF

We just returned from Target. I took back a clock and perused the dollar bins and easter aisle hoping to find some great easter ideas. I can usually count on Target to come through for me. Not today. We came home with a squirt gun and sidewalk chalk to keep Max entertained this afternoon, and to distract him from pulling my flowers.

Here is the last view of some of my spring flowers, moments before Max picked them. And then ate them. I think it's safe to say he's not allergic to flowers.


Here is super sweet, now four-month-old Ian. Last night he woke up around 2 a.m. and talked and laughed in his crib for about 20 minutes until I got tired of the noise and nursed him back to sleep. Crazy kid.

Random question: Can anyone tell me if the wheat from the church cannery is sproutable? I'm in the mood for a grassy spring centerpiece and don't feel like driving to the health food store. I am also posting an invitation for any and all to post cool easter dessert/treat ideas on their blog. My creative juices are dry and I need some help.

Tag Time

(This is the battle I lost last night at dinner...)

I was tagged by Ashley. Ashley is a childhood friend, former roommate, and superstar about to give birth in China.

Ten years ago…

I was exercising like a crazy person at BYU in order to lose my freshman 15 (maybe it was my freshman 10, but still…). I never thought eating a banana split every night at midnight would catch up to me. It did. I was also jogging from the dorms to Los Hermanos Restaurant often with my friend Staci, constantly debating whether it was worth the embarrassment of wearing our Los Hermanos T-shirt to get a free drink.

Things on my to-do-list today.

-Make brown rice flour, garbanzo flour, and tapioca flour
-Make brown rice bread for Max
-Pull weeds
-Clean, clean, and then clean some more
-Go to the library

What would I do if I were suddenly made a billionaire?

I would go to graduate school and culinary arts school, buy modest houses in all my favorite countries, start some foundations, have ten more kids, run for POTUS, and initiate a family spa day. Oh, and hire a personal shopper.

Five things people don’t know about me…

-I have met a Princess of Spain.
-I have been having recurring dreams about Disneyland since I was five.
-I used to be a democrat.
-I have been to Haiti. Yikes.
-I have been to both of Christopher Columbus’ tombs (and I have my theories about which is the real one...).

Three bad habits

-Letting my junk drawer accumulate far beyond the acceptable level.
-Drinking too much water right before I go to bed.
-Forgetting to floss.

Three places I have lived:

-Santiago, Dominican Republic
-Los Angeles, CA
-Salt Lake City, UT

Five jobs I have had

-Spanish Teacher, Beverly Hills, CA
-Private Spanish Tutor, Beverly Hills, CA
-Junior High Alternative School Teacher SLC, UT
-Waitress, Double Tree Hotel, Pasco, WA
-Accounts Payable, Control Air Corp., Orange, CA

Home Again...

J-P spent last week eating fancy food (and working I suppose) in Park City and the boys and I spent a week in Delta with Grandparents, aunts, and cousins. I had my hands full. So full, in fact, that I didn't ever take the camera out of it's case. Too bad. Luckily Sarah and Rachel snapped a few shots.

Here's a link : http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarahscoville/