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Month: April 2009

That really great weekend I mentioned so long ago.

That really great weekend I mentioned so long ago.

So, we had a good weekend, like 4 days ago. Okay, Sunday was only 3 days ago, but it still feels like I should have posted this . . . before. But I’m doing it now. We went to the park 3 days in a row. It was glorious. Friday was just our little family out on a little family picnic during which Micah surprised me with my graduation gift. A Nikon D60. It’s a super awesome camera. We have entered the world of the digital SLR and I am so excited and happy about it. I want to be able to take lovely pictures of my family and to capture moments that our previous camera missed because it was too slow, and now I can. I welcome any tips or resources to help me become more comfortable and capable with the power and possibilities of this thing from those of you who are way ahead of me on this front (Jamie, Diana, Tysha . . .).Saturday we got up early to go for a run before we played ultimate frisbee with some other friends in our ward. I was the only girl, but I managed to hold my own and even score at least one point. It was nice to be trusted with the disc. And then we ran/walked/dragged ourselves to another friend’s house for a brunch before heading home for a nap. After which Micah and I got to go on a hot date into the city while some friends watched Simon. (Baby-sitting co-op = our greatest idea to date.) We just hung around Union Square and got shakes, but, oh! The feeling of summer in the city! Granted, it’s still April, but we could feel it. I can’t wait to spend Saturdays in Central Park, people watching and picnicking.And Sunday we met a whole bunch of other people from the ward at the park just to hang out and talk and eat food. Mostly Micah and I played with the camera, but we also got to know some people we didn’t know very well before and discovered that there are several people who, like us, 1. Like to rock climb 2. have their gear with them in New York 3. need an excuse to use it. So we’re hoping to plan a camping trip (or a few) up to the Gunks this summer so we can go climbing more. Hooray.
We left the park as the sun was setting and walked home. Simon walked the whole way. Approximately one and a half miles. Because he did not want to ride in the stroller. If nothing else, the stroller is helping us discover Simon’s true endurance.

Lend me your poems, please

Lend me your poems, please

We had a great weekend. Which I will write about more later. Hooray for the sun. We’ve missed it so. But what I’m really here to say is that over at oliofolio we are sharing our versions of some of William Carlos Williams most famous poems, “This is Just to Say” and “The Red Wheelbarrow.” And we’d like to hear your versions as well. I know almost all of my siblings had to write one in a high school English class, so I expect you to find them and send them to me. And anybody else who wants to take a whack at them. It’s all in good fun, nothing scary or intimidating. We’re not going to critique. We’ll just enjoy. You can either send them to my normal e-mail address if you want, or to oliofolio (at) gmail (dot) com.

Right Place Right Time?

Right Place Right Time?

I was walking down the street today, carrying Simon on my hip. We were passing the local Goodwill and I was debating whether or not to go in and see if they had anything interesting. I resisted the urge and kept walking when I heard some people calling to me. I turned around and saw a man and two women with a stroller — an empty stroller. They asked me if I wanted it. They said they were going to give it to Goodwill, that it had belonged to a friend of theirs who had just moved to New Jersey and was getting rid of it, but Goodwill had a sign that said they can no longer take strollers. There they were trying to decide what to do with this stroller when they noticed me walking down the street, strollerless and with little person riding on my hip. I gave it a quick look over. It was pretty clean, definitely used, but still in good shape. It’s a Maclaren Techno XT, which I knew very little about other than that Maclaren’s are probably the most popular stroller brand in our ward (which has more than it’s fair share of babies). And since we have been considering getting a stroller for the boy (he has become opposed to our carrier in most circumstances but can’t walk for very long), I took it home. It handles well and Simon seemed decently happy sitting in it.

But now that I have it, I’m not exactly sure how to use it. I mean, obviously I put Simon in it and wheel him around, but do I take it on the subway? Just for short walks? Or maybe this will enable me to walk distances that seemed too long if I was going to have to carry Simon, but might not be worth spending a subway fare on? And then there is the matter of getting it up and down three flights of stairs . . . it is pretty light, but still kind of awkward, especially if I’m going to have grocery bags and whatever else to carry.

I’m not sure if my life got simpler or more complicated, but I feel pretty lucky that I just got a free stroller. Especially one that retails for $270.

The Transformation Was Successful

The Transformation Was Successful

Simon is now, officially, two years old. We know that he successfully navigated the difficult waters between being one and being two because on the very anniversary of his birth (which was last Friday) he:

1. Put the core of his pear in the refrigerator after being asked several times to please put it in the trash (which was one of his favorite things to do back when he was one).

2. Refused to sit by his parents on the train to and from the store.

3. Learned that the grocery cart is actually a playground. Simply slide into the bottom shelf, feet first, from the back of the cart, lie there for a bit, let your feet drag, then exit from the front of the cart and run around to the back to perform the feat again. Micah and I enjoyed very much the looks directed at our child from the other Trader Joe’s shoppers, and more especially saying almost under our breaths, “He’s two years old,” by way of explanation/apology.

So we figure now he is genuinely two and not just playing at it like he has been for the past several months. Bring it on, I say, bring it on.
We had a little birthday bash for the boy on Saturday. Micah and I stayed up until 2:30 on Friday night/Saturday morning preparing for the event, then woke up at 7:00 to complete the process. Things went off virtually without a hitch. We tossed beanbags into a subway train, played musical subway seats, and pinned the subway logo/icon on train, all of which went exactly as you might expect from the under-5 crowd. Chaos ensued and everyone, amazingly, ended up winning. Except for in the senior (over 5) beanbag toss competition in which I was the winner. Twice. If I’d known I had such beanbag tossing skills, my life would be so different.Simon loved the S-train cake, and everyone got their own cupcake with their own subway logo/icon on it (except Micah — he didn’t get an M-train cupcake because we didn’t have enough). And the kids got to take a bean bag home if they so chose. Simon seemed to have a good time, except for when somebody else was sitting in his high chair and when he thought that somebody else was drinking out of his cup (they were practically identical) and when he thought that somebody else was stealing his mama. Life can be confusing that way.
So far he loves the big legos we got him, and the Memory game. He carried his new ABC book to our friend’s house when they watched him for us on Saturday night. He loves the blue ball almost as much as he loves raisin bran (it was a tough choice at breakfast yesterday morning as to which one would get to be on his tray). And we are feeling pretty good about having a two-year-old. Mostly.

And the Winners are . . .

And the Winners are . . .

First place goes to Emoree Heiselt with her hilarious and totally cute depiction of the “Princess and the Peep.” Emoree, who turns 12 in July, will receive her own personal logo. So much for the kid’s division. Way to go, Em.

Heather Cosby was a close second with the detailed and highly realistic slide show “Peeples of the World.” Heather, a resident of Texas, will receive a hand-knitted scarf to keep her warm in those cold, cold winter months.

And third place goes to Micah and Lizzie Heiselt for their entry, “Four and Twenty Blackpeeps.” If we lived in Utah, we would have received back-flip lessons from Bryce Barrand, but we don’t so we’ll just dish ourselves up a bowl of ice cream and call it good.
We will also honorably mention “The Peep is Right” by Abby Blackhurst, Sarah Blackhurst, and Saundra Fife,
“Peepsicle” by Meg Singley and “P.E.E.P.S.” by Kareena, Richard, and Troy, all three of which had strong showings in the vote tally.
Many thanks to all who entered and all who voted. We are also grateful to those who helped us reach our goal of getting more than 10
0 voters to the polls. We hope you all enjoyed the 2nd Annual Peep Show as much as we did and that you’ll all be back next year for more Peep Show fun.

Peep Show 2009

Peep Show 2009

Thanks to everyone who submitted peep show entries this year. Now it’s up to you to determine who the winners are. Here are the rules:

1. Everybody picks a 1st place, 2nd place, and 3rd place entry.
2. 1st place votes will get 3 points, 2nd place gets 2 points, 3rd place 1 point.
3. Entries with the most points win.
4. All votes must be cast by next Sunday night, April 19th.
5. Anyone can vote, whether or not they entered the contest. (please only vote once, though)
6. Cast your votes in the comments section. Feel free to vote anonymously.
7. Tell your friends.

As a bonus, we have added a kids category (under 18). Scores will be taken from the overall tallies and the winner will receive a surprise, compliments of the Mississippi Heiselts. We look forward to finding out what it is too.

Okay, here they are, listed alphabetically:

1. Four and Twenty Black Peeps

2. Hello, I’m a Peep and I’m a Mac

3. Peep Plane

4. Peeps, Love & Happiness

5. P.E.E.P.S.

6. Peeps at the Movies

7. Peeps of the SEC


8. Peeps of the World

9. Peepsicle

10. The Peep is Right

11. The Princess and the Peep

12. The Three Little Peeps

13. Twilight

Things I haven’t been writing about:

Things I haven’t been writing about:

Simon’s inexplicable knowledge of the word “band-aid” and how to use it properly.

The “dog” that has been shedding blue tufts of fur since we laid it on our floor a few weeks ago. (Having a rug makes a house a home.)

My latest post on oliofolio. I’d love to hear what anybody has to say about it.

The Primary Easter Egg Hunt that Simon and I attended yesterday. Simon found nine eggs (with only a little help from me) and promptly ate all the good candy (Reese’s peanut butter cups, York patties, Rolos), leaving me and Micah the dregs. I left my camera at home. I have not yet forgiven myself.

The Peep Show deadline is fast approaching. Guess we’d better get working on ours, eh?

I’m getting antsy to get my capris out of storage and put away the jackets. I know spring has just begun. I shouldn’t get ahead of myself.

We’ve been working on several home improvement projects, including painting the door and window frames and putting the doorknobs we blegged for earlier to use.

Things I haven't been writing about:

Things I haven't been writing about:

Simon’s inexplicable knowledge of the word “band-aid” and how to use it properly.

The “dog” that has been shedding blue tufts of fur since we laid it on our floor a few weeks ago. (Having a rug makes a house a home.)

My latest post on oliofolio. I’d love to hear what anybody has to say about it.

The Primary Easter Egg Hunt that Simon and I attended yesterday. Simon found nine eggs (with only a little help from me) and promptly ate all the good candy (Reese’s peanut butter cups, York patties, Rolos), leaving me and Micah the dregs. I left my camera at home. I have not yet forgiven myself.

The Peep Show deadline is fast approaching. Guess we’d better get working on ours, eh?

I’m getting antsy to get my capris out of storage and put away the jackets. I know spring has just begun. I shouldn’t get ahead of myself.

We’ve been working on several home improvement projects, including painting the door and window frames and putting the doorknobs we blegged for earlier to use.

An Open Letter

An Open Letter

To the General Public (and more specifically the population of Brooklyn, New York),

My son is almost two years old. That is why his jacket is on backwards. That is why the hood is in front and the zipper in back. There is no other reason. I did not force him to wear it that way. I didn’t do it so he couldn’t unzip the jacket himself (although if I had thought of that a few months ago it might have been helpful). I decided the other morning that there was enough to do without fighting the “you have to wear it the right way battle.” He was happy, I was happy. We were out the door by 10:30. And now it has become a ritual nearly every time we go out. He puts his left arm in the right sleeve and his right arm in the left and laughs and smiles and is so good while I zip him up. And sometimes he is satisfied to go outside that way, and sometimes he would like a chance to zip up his jacket as well, at which point we unzip and do things the right way.

I do not plan to make a habit of letting him wearing his clothes the wrong way, but I can see from the smile on your face that it does bring you some happiness to see the little boy with the big eyes and the golden hair walking down the street as if everything is normal, when, in fact, his hood is almost covering his face. It brings me happiness sometimes, too, if I let myself think about it. But it is not always so fun or funny. It was fun for a minute when he decided not to put his arms in his jacket sleeves at all last week after church, but then I couldn’t hold his hand to cross the street and the situation had to be fixed, in public, with much wailing and thrashing. And it is fun, for a minute, when each night after his bath he dives into his pajama pants with both arms, hoping to get a laugh from his parents and forestall the inevitable bedtime by just a few minutes. It’s cute. It really is. The first time. Okay, it’s cute every time, but only because even after more than a week of this, he still thinks he is being clever and funny.
I apologize that I may be taking away a source of amusement for you when I insist that he wear his clothes the right way, but rest assured, he’ll still be cute. He’ll still bury his face in my neck when you say hi. He’ll still point out every single ‘S’ and dog and blue car (“Bluca! Bluca! Mo’ bluca!”) that crosses his path (and many other letters and colors as well). And that should make you happy, too.

Sincerely,
me.

PS I’ve noticed that some of you have a little bit of difficulty getting dressed in the morning as well. It seems as though your pants are either too big and are falling down, or too small and not covering the required territory. Just thought I’d let you know. Maybe you hadn’t noticed.

A Lovely Rainy Day

A Lovely Rainy Day

It was rainy on Friday. I love the rain. It was a spring rain. We can now see green buds on some of the trees outside our windows. To celebrate, I made chicken noodle soup. From scratch. I am ridiculously pleased with myself over this accomplishment. Perhaps it was because I cut up a whole chicken with kitchen shears to make it. Or maybe it is because I was planning to make it all winter, but was always a little intimidated by the “cut up a whole chicken into 2-inch pieces” part of the instructions. Come to find out, it is really easy and it didn’t take very long to make. I now have visions of myself whipping together chicken noodle soup for my child when he is sick and cannot go to school.
The rain also made it appropriate weather to build a fort in the living room. It took some patience, but we managed to convince Simon that it is really cool to be in a fort and that he didn’t need to try to tear it down. After he got used to the idea of sitting under a sheet, we read “Fuzzy Fuzzy Fuzzy” by Sandra Boynton by flashlight several times. And then Simon discovered how to turn the flashlight on and off and reading became less effective (not that I don’t have the book memorized) and it was more difficult to convince the child that forts are cool and we should stay in there and read stories. He’ll learn. Someday.