Browsed by
Month: July 2007

Boys and Buttons

Boys and Buttons

Simon met his cousin Clark this week. Clark is 14 months old and the cousin nearest to Simon’s age (until October). I was a little bit worried about how they might get along and wondered if I would have to spend all of my time making sure they played nicely and that Simon didn’t body slam Clark or that Clark didn’t poke Simon’s eyes out. Oddly enough, the two seem fairly uninterested in each other. Simon was happy to look the other way as Clark played with the buttons on his vibrating chair. Such a relief. Give them a few years and they’ll be the best of friends.

A Place to Call Home

A Place to Call Home

Micah has spent the past few days in New York trying to find us a place to live. I did not envy him, but I did miss him. Simon did too. I don’t even know how many apartments he looked at in three days, but it was probably the last one that he even had time to look at that finally met our criteria–or close enough anyway. So next week we will be packing up a rental car and heading to Brooklyn (does anybody else always think of Newsies when they hear that?) where our apartment is on the 3rd floor of a 3 or 4 story building in a nice predominantly Jewish neighborhood. It is a short walk to Prospect Park, the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, and the Brooklyn Museum of Art. We’ll be making friends with one of the 2 or 3 laundromats within a block of where we live and getting used to the 20 minute train ride to Manhattan. All in all it sounds like a great place, even if it isn’t exactly in the neighborhood we were hoping to get a place in.

While Micah has been running around in the hot city, Simon and I have been chilling with Jodie and Clark and Adrian in Ohio. We’ll be reuniting tonight at Conan and Missy’s in Michigan. And maybe I’ll have a chance to post some pictures (not of the apartment). But don’t count on it . . . Micah and I are reading Harry Potter together and we only got half way through before he had to leave. I’m dying to pick it up again! Even as excited as I am about Harry Potter, I think I’m more excited to have a place to call home. Hallelujah!

Like Chickens With Our Heads Cut Off

Like Chickens With Our Heads Cut Off

It has been ages since I updated, I know. We’ve been going like crazy the past week, but it hasn’t been too exciting. I mean, besides seeing lots of friends and family, dealing with diaper rash for the first time, packing up all of our stuff (again), and juggling eight bags, a baby, and a carseat at the airport (this time with help from my family), we’ve been taking it pretty easy. We impressed another plane full of people with our sleeping child last night on our way to Columbus (there was a one month old on the flight as well who was stealing all of Simon’s thunder, so he didn’t even bother raising a fuss). Of course, we didn’t sleep much, so we’ve been making up for it all day. Even the craziest headless chickens eventually have to succumb to the laws of nature, right?

Dancin’ Simon

Dancin’ Simon

Granted, he has the disadvantage of not being able to move himself, and of having rather short legs, but all things considered, he did quite well for his first attempt.

Actually, this was part of the larger scheme to get his schedule adjusted to Utah time, and it seemed to do the trick. We got him to sleep two hours earlier than Sunday night.

Dancin' Simon

Dancin' Simon

Granted, he has the disadvantage of not being able to move himself, and of having rather short legs, but all things considered, he did quite well for his first attempt.

Actually, this was part of the larger scheme to get his schedule adjusted to Utah time, and it seemed to do the trick. We got him to sleep two hours earlier than Sunday night.

We Made It. Barely.

We Made It. Barely.

We made it to the mainland. I don’t think we could have done it without the help of Jay (Micah’s former intern) and his friend Bob. We had six bags to check, each weighing between 45 and 49 pounds (Micah is a master packer), plus four carry-on bags which were also very heavy. And the carseat. And the kid. Jay and Bob helped transport all of our stuff through agriculture inspection and the bag-check line, which we could not have managed with just the two of us.

Simon slept the whole flight from Honolulu to Las Vegas and then woke up for the layover and then slept again for the flight from Vegas to Salt Lake. We sure are lucky parents. He even let us sleep for about four hours once we got here while his aunties and uncles entertained him. I’m looking forward to seeing how he adjusts to the four hour difference. And when I say “looking forward” I mean that it makes me tired just to think about it.

No pictures, no stories. Just an uneventful and sleepless journey.

Bad, Bad Baby Beluga

Bad, Bad Baby Beluga

You’ll never believe what happened today. It was like something out of a movie. A sad movie. Or maybe a comedy. We’re not sure which.
Remember how we were trying to sell our car? Well, Baby Beluga had a few quirks that needed to be remedied before she could fetch us a good price, so we WD-40ed the doors and put some fuel injector fluid in the tank and cleaned her up as well as we could and, except for the peeling paint and a few rust spots, she was running as smoothly as she had when we bought her. No more random stalling, no more tricky doors. We almost wished that we could keep her, she was running so well. We had her looked at by multiple trustworthy and knowledgeable people and they all said she had a great engine and all was well. With all that she had going for her, we were hoping we could sell her right away, and we did have a few people that were really interested but in the end found cars they liked a bit better, so Baby Beluga stayed in the yard. Then Caleb called. It seemed like a perfect match. He had just come in to some extra money and was looking to buy a VW. Baby Beluga happened to be in his price range. He took her on a test drive and loved her. She was so smooth and nice. He had today (Tuesday) off and we decided it would be the perfect day to go to the DMV to have the title transferred, and since he lived in Kaneohe and that is where the DMV is, we agreed to pick him up at his house and drive over together. So we picked him up and as we were driving towards the DMV we heard this knocking sound that neither of us had heard before. Then we turned the corner on to the road the DMV is on and she stalled. Or at least we thought she stalled. But she wouldn’t start again. We were literally across the street from the DMV parking lot and Baby Beluga died. She wouldn’t turn over. All we got was a clicking noise when we turned the key, and then a burning smell. Sounds bad, eh? It was. It was horrible. Our worst nightmares were coming true. Fortunately, some nice people offered to jump her for us and she started okay, and then we put some water in the radiator reservoir and the water just drained out. There was obviously a leak somewhere. We were able to get her to mechanic and although we hoped is was just something like getting a new battery and patching a hole or something, the mechanic wasn’t so sure, and we didn’t really have any time to find out. Because we fly out of here tomorrow night. After hearing our situation, the mechanic said he would give us $300 for her and fix her up to sell to someone less fortunate. Our other option was to sell the car to Caleb for $300 and let him deal with Baby Beluga’s newly developed quirks. After a great deal of thought, Caleb decided to buy the car from us anyway. We walked away with $300 in our pockets which, after four hours of sitting by the side of the road trying to figure out what was wrong and worrying about what we would do with the car if we couldn’t sell it before 6:00 tomorrow night, felt like quite the victory. Simon, by the way, was an angel through all of the drama–I think we would have had a nervous breakdown if he’d been difficult.

It was funny because as we were driving down to Kaneohe to pick up Caleb we were talking about how we would feel so bad if something happened to the car the day after we sold her to him, so perhaps it was a blessing that something happened the minute before we sold her. All of the anxiety we were feeling was suddenly gone and we were at peace knowing that the worst had happened and he was willing to deal with it. And even though we didn’t get nearly as much out of her as we had hoped to get, and felt we needed to get, maybe Caleb needed a $300 car more than we needed the $1000 we were hoping for.

It somehow seems fitting that our Hawaii adventure ended the way it began: with a long and difficult bus ride after a series of unfortunate events.

A Really Good Sunday

A Really Good Sunday

Today is our last Sunday in Hawaii and it’s been a nice one. Simon let us sleep in until about 7:30, which was a first as long as I can remember. This allowed us to get a bit more rest than usual, but also have plenty of time to get ready for our 10 o’clock church. While Lizzie was in the shower I went down the list of blogs that I haven’t been to in a long time while Simon fell asleep in my arms. It was nice to have a moment to catch up on everyone.

I then laid the little frog down on our bed and took a 5 minute power nap next to him. Upon awakening (assuming I actually did nod off) I decided to take advantage of our red and gray motif one last time:After finishing up our beautification processes we walked to church and enjoyed a wonderful testimony meeting. Lizzie bore her testimony and didn’t even break down into tears or anything. It was really nice to hear her up there. Then, at the end of the meeting, the bishop’s counselor announced that we were to stand up in front of everybody after the closing prayer and they would all sing ‘Aloha Oe’ to us. This was a surprise as we have only been in the ward since October and didn’t know if we were there long enough to get the special treatment. It was, however, wonderful to look out and see the many friends that we have made and to know that we will be missed–and that we will miss them as well.

And we will miss them all, especially our Sunday School class. They are the best and we wish them luck throughout their bright futures–most of them just graduated and are going on to college now. During our lesson today we discussed all of the wonderful things that Christ has done for us. We drew and time-line on the board starting at the pre-existance and ending at exaltation. We broke it down into areas (the creation, Old and New Testaments, the Restoration, today, etc.) and all of the class members wrote down different specific things that Jesus did along that time-line. It was very humbling to see just a small list of things he has done for us. His life and ministry seemed like such a small part of his love.

Anyway, sorry to ramble. It has just been a nice day and it’s only 2:00. I am looking forward to relaxing, book binding, cooking, eating, and just enjoying the Sabbath day for the remainder. I hope it’s been a good one for all of you as well.

The Cake in Pancake

The Cake in Pancake

Last night we went out to dinner with some friends. We went to a place that really takes their pancakes seriously. Especially the cake part of the word. I have to admit that I was skeptical when Jay told us the pancakes were as big as pizzas, stacked three high. As you can see, I shouldn’t have doubted. It was honestly like eating a three layer cake.
I don’t want to brag or anything, but I totally out-ate the three guys at the table. I give Simon all the credit.