Friday, May 31, 2013

sing us a song, you're the piano man

As long has Sage has been part of this world he has loved music.

When he was first born it was only Johnny Cash himself that could calm him down along with an assortment of 90's Garth Brooks songs and Elton John. He's got quite the old soul for someone who hasn't even had a birthday yet.

My parents have a baby grand piano in their front room, and when we are over visiting Sage will sit on the ground and listen to Kylie play. It's the only time I know he isn't trying to climb into their bathtub or pull down their blinds.

Tonight I was visiting with my mom while she made some no-bake cookies (yummmmm) and I heard the "clinkclinkclink" of the highest keys on the piano from the front room. Sage had found the piano and had figured out how it works. He stayed there, playing his little tippy-toed arrangement, long enough for me to find my keys (which, if you know me, takes awhile) and go to my car to get my camera. He was in love.

So sing us a song,
little Billy Joel,
you're the piano man.

Thursday, May 16, 2013


The other night Colin and I went for a walk together in the sprinkling rain -- just the two of us -- and we still ended up at the park on the swings. Colin tried to go as high as he  could, then quickly stopped himself by dragging his feet. "That was really kind of scary" he concluded once he came to a complete stop. "How were we so brave as kids?!"

Reading: Right now I'm reading Where'd you go, Bernadette? and I'm really enjoying it so far. With the end of the school year in the near future, I'm not in the mood to read anything that takes more brain cells than watching a movie. This book is perfect for nights after fighting with 8th graders who no longer feel like belong in middle school. I might as well be a kindergarten teacher as far as these guys are concerned, middle school is for babies and they are not babies anymore. It's the junior high version of senioritis and it's tiring! I saw this book at Target and literally judged it by its cover. I would recommend this book for all things beach and gym this summer.

Wondering: Where the time is going (cliche, right?). But really though. I feel like the days are dragging on but the weeks, months, years are flying by. Is this how the rest of life is going to go? Feeling like there's not enough time? Like there's not enough time for all the train rides and summer walks and frozen yogurt I can jam pack into this short life of mine. This has been a concept that has been starting to consume me and I'm working on being content with the time that I have rather than feeling like I need to be doing MORE with that time.

Feeling thankful: This weekend my car broke down on the freeway. I knew from the clunking sounds and the smoke coming from under the hood that things were going to be bad. No good news could come from this. After a $300 tow to the repair shop, I left my car in the parking lot and my key in the night drop with a note that said "I broke down on the freeway and had my car towed here, I'll call Monday morning." On Monday I called from my classroom and began the conversation with "I'm pretty sure my engine is shot, so before you worry about calling me with "bad news", I know the bad news is coming and I'm ready." He laughed and seemed to appreciate the heads up. The repairs are going to end up being more than the car is worth, but I'm not in a place to make monthly car payments on a new car right now.  All in all I'm thankful for tax refunds. Because without that I would be more of a mess over the whole thing than I already am.

Eating: Saturday after the car incident I went home and felt sorry for myself and ate two helpings of lemon lavender frozen yogurt. And ohmahgosh did it hit the spot. If that's comfort eating then so be it.

Watching: The clock (just kidding....kind of). I've been getting my reality fix through RHOC and and The Voice. My family has been Revenge obsessed, but I haven't seen enough to jump on the wagon yet. Since I don't have cable in my apartment I watch all my TV at my parents' house, which definitely keeps my cable watching to a minimum. I've been watching a lot of DVDs, and right now The Little Mermaid has been on repeat in Sage's room. He loves everything about that movie. Whenever Ariel sings he lays his head down and watches with this dreamy look on his face. First crush?

Working on: getting swimsuit ready! I booked my flight to Louisiana in July (during my birthday) to visit Darbi and her family, and being the best best best friend ever she booked two days at a resort in Florida while I'm there. UMMMM how exciting is that?! I mean, seriously. Now I'm working on spending at least 5 days a week at the gym doing cardio and weights to try and get rid of this kangaroo-pouch-looking-thing that I have left over from having Sage. I've been starting to run a little and eating better (minus above mentioned lemon lavender froyo of course...), and in the last couple weeks I've felt amazing and even lost some weight. But these girls I'm going with are b-e-a-utiful. Darbi is tiny and beautiful and her sister is tiny and beautiful and has TWO kids, and rumor has it she fit into her pre-baby clothes after two weeks of giving birth so aside from hating her I have to not look like the tag along smuggling cottage cheese in my bathing suit. Oh, and I've been working on not comparing myself to others. (haha)

Loving: I'm loving the warm weather and the wonderful opportunities that open up when it warms up. Here in Nevada we literally went from having snow one week to 80 degree weather the next. Spring just takes a wrong turn some years and doesn't make it here. So now that the warm weather has found us, we are outside a lot. I'm adding a night-time walk to our nightly routine. The new neighborhood we live in is in the old part of town, and you can just walk around and enjoy the old houses and huge trees and just soak in the goodness of being outside. Last night we went right as the sun was going down so it was nice and cool outside. And Mr. ICANTSITSTILLINEEDTOSQUIRM is totally and completely content in his stroller just looking at the trees and flowers and occasional deer (yes! we have about 11 deer that wander around our neighborhood!) and rabbit. It's our peaceful time where everything seems right in the world.

Thank you Danielle for the original inspiration for these posts.
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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

wobbly steps for mother's day

Sage gave me the best Mother's Day present a 10-month old could possibly give. I was taking pictures of him on the grass during my parents' Mother's Day BBQ (the day was so beautiful and his outfit was so cute, I just couldn't help giving my camera some lovin').

This little sir has been all about the outdoors since the weather has warmed up. He will stand by the door reaching up for the doornob in an attempt to let himself out to play in the yard. This includes reaching up for the closet door and the bathroom door, as if there is a sort of Narnia in his mind. All doors lead to somewhere, and hopefully that somewhere is outside.

This need to constantly be outside is beginning to take over our lives. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love nothing more than soaking up some glorious vitamin D, but sometimes you need to be inside. Sometimes being inside is necessary. This last week at church Sage squirmed and whined and did that back-arching thing babies sometimes do until I finally took him outside. He played on the grass and felt the sunshine on his face until the was time for the next class. We lasted about 5 minutes in the next meeting before the back-arch-twist move started again and we were back outside in the grass. That is until my mom came out to tell us that there was a cheesecake bar set up for the mothers in the gym. Sage was willing to bite the bullet and go inside if there was cheesecake involved. Those three little teeth he has are definitely sweet teeth. I ate the cheesecake and he ate the crust. We make such a killer team.

This all leads us to the BBQ after church at my parents' house. My dad was out starting up the BBQ, and Sage decided he needed to be outside too. I mean, Grandpa being outside while he was stuck inside was just not fair. NOT FAIR. So Sage went on to bang the heck out of the glass door to let everyone know that it was time to be outside. I grabbed the camera and took my little adventure-man outside. I was taking pictures of him on the grass as moms do, when he just popped himself up and wobbled over to me on his shaky little legs. It was like he'd done it a million times. Everyone just stopped and looked at each other while it sunk in. We looked at each other with mouths open and eyeballs the size of saucers.... then clapped and cheered.


Now, chunky little babies aren't very good at picking out flowers (that aren't front-yard dandelions) and cards, but this was the best Mother's Day present this little ham could give me. I was thrilled. And all week anyone who comes into my classroom has had to see the pictures of the whole thing. Sometimes twice because I forget who I've already shown. Hopefully they'll forgive me.

I have a feeling they will.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

provo canyon photo dump

Excavated from the depths of my computer were an abundance of pictures from spring break. These were from our day trip to Provo Canyon, full of family time, rolled jeans and wet feet.

Now everyone can stop asking for these pictures!

Sunday, May 5, 2013

baseball makes it feel like summer

Nothing drives the point that summer is coming fast like a baseball game. Amy, Sage and I went to see the Aces play last weekend, and Sage is now officially a baseball fan. He loved every second of it. 

The memories taken from the game include but are not limited to: ballpark hot dogs, garlic fries (ohmygosh the were good), soft serve ice cream, clapping (a new favorite, I even got claps while I was doing Zumba in the living room this afternoon. What an accomplishment!), songs, cheering, and making new friends. 

The people sitting behind us fell in love with him by the end of the game. They let him wear their Aces hat and said "byyyyyyye Sage!" in unison when it was bedtime and time to pack up and hit the road. One man behind us held the bottom of a folding stadium chair with his feet so Sage could try sitting in the chair without it folding on him. He's a pro at making friends! 

On our way out we stopped to get a picture with the mascot Archie. I went into it knowing that he would most likely be traumatized by the whole thing, but I took the chance anyway. Turns out not much scares Sage, he was in love with Archie. He was running his fingers through his hair (fur?) and kept bopping him in the nose. 

This marks the first of many summer memories!