Is it Over Yet?

December was one very long month. In the beginning it was the usual stress of the holidays, made a little more frantic because we had company for Thanksgiving and Tessa's birthday is so close. Then it became stressful in a more worrisome way, as one by one family members were sick or injured. My sister's MIL started it out by reentering the hospital for yet another complication. She's had a very rough year. My mom's cousin (a identical twin with dwarfism) was experiencing complications from a surgery that was necessary but risky. My grandmother went in for a planned knee surgery and ended up contracting pneumonia, which made her pulmonary fibrosis much harder to live with. We were quite afraid we were losing her and I spent every day wondering if I should pack my bags and be ready to travel to Utah with a moment's notice. Then my MIL was injured while babysitting her grandbaby and caring for my SIL's horses. The horses were spooked by a neighbor's dog and one knocked her over and the other stepped on her. She has a broken shoulder and crushed finger. Of course we couldn't escape injury at our own home, so Tessa got the sniffles and Phoebe ended up with a trip to the ER, a UTI and the flu. She shared the flu with us, but thankfully it was a fast moving virus and we were all functional by Christmas. There were quite a few people who didn't get cards this year (sorry!) and a few presents I have yet to send (really sorry!) but everyone is home and alive and getting well, which is the best present any of us could ask for. (Grandma is still in a rehab home but out of the ICU and the hospital). So here are a few pics from our crazy Cmas and now I'm off to shop for those last few gifts!

Photos:

My dear friend Heather came to visit us for a few days and this is the best picture I've got. I am blessed to have a few very close friends, all of whom live far away, but all make an effort to stay "close" and visit on occasion, despite the high cost of travel these days. Unfortunately I tend to enjoy their visits so much that I forget to take photos. Note to self: don't rely on husband or friend to capture the moment. This photo was taken at the "company" Christmas party from across the room, thus the red eyes, fuzziness and weird cropping. Tim and his friend Gregg avoided photos all together so I have none of them. Oh well.
We tried to visit Santa this year but it was not going to happen. This photo is when we were ready to leave the mall, since she didn't want to talk to Santa anyway and we were done. I really captured the emotions here.

Tessa decorated our tree with her dress-up jewelry. I was not in the decorating mood and we would have needed unbreakable decorations anyway. It turned out pretty cute and very low stress!

One of Tessa's favorite gifts, a three wheel Razor scooter. She also loves her new Leapster, and it's funny to see her enter a video game trance when she doesn't even know how to play most of the games.

Phoebe looks so tall standing next to Grandma Jo.

She wanted to try out Tessa's scooter.

It snowed the day after Christmas so we headed up the mountain to play a little. We had a picnic at the start of Madera Canyon, where it was slightly warmer and lower elevation. Along with lunch, Tessa got to eat an icicle. We then went a little higher and got to play a bit before Tessa was crying because her hands were numb and we all needed a nap. Another fun day with the grandparents. We went to Colossal Cave County Park and had a picnic. There were stables in the park and the girls got to enjoy a ride on Rambler, the appointed kiddie horse. Tessa does not have the same passion for horses that Phoebe does, but she has never been nervous around one. Maybe it was because she used to ride on my back while I took Phoebe for her weekly lesson in Texas. I don't remember how old she was for her first ride but it was younger than Phoebe, for sure, and that was age 2. Maybe someday we will have the time, money and energy for horses of our own. Phoebe would think she died and went to horsey heaven.Her helmet was too big and kept sliding down but it never effected her smile. Since the cave was not wheelchair friendly, Phoebe and I enjoyed the last ride of the day at the stables and watched the horses get fed. Tessa and the grandparents went on to catch the last tour of the day. Apparently Tessa was terrified to go inside and cried for a while, even though she got to ride on Grandpa Jim's shoulders. The cave looks much bigger than I expected and they spent an hour exploring it. Tessa's fears subsided slowly and by the end she was ready to get down and walk. It was an eventful day and we finished off with dinner at Texas Roadhouse.

Tessa's Three Year Portraits

People ask me why I take my kids to a studio, when I am a photographer. I enjoy taking photos of my kids, and have more than a few shots that I totaly love of them, but they are usually "lucky" shots, or moments where I was just having fun and so were they. There is something about MOM telling you to do something that is different from a photograher giving direction and it just invites defiance. My brain works chronologically, and it is important to me to have an annual photo of my kids as they are growing. I don't like to leave this event to chance. If possible, I plan the photo sessions for when my mom is visiting so that she can help entertain, or wrangle, the child in question. Even with two or more adults the sessions are typically comical to those around us. Out of 30 shots taken of Tessa here are 5 that I thought were decent (to no fault of the photographer).

And on a different day (it would have been ludicrous to think we could handle two photo sessions in one day) we tried to take photos of the girls together. I finally jumped in to try and keep Tessa in one spot and that ended up being the best one of the girls, unfortunately. When I decided to use this shot for our Cmas cards Tim was worried that people would wonder why he's not in the photo. I told him they would just have to be in suspense until next year's photo. :)

And the winner is....

(Notice the treat in Tessa's hand - I am not above bribes!)

A week of Firsts and Lasts

Firsts:
Slept (willingly) without a binky
Went to preschool (loves it...asks every day to go again)
Rode the big bus (loves it and I'm so glad, but what a difference of opinion from when Phoebe was three! Different kids = different decisions)
Shopped for Cmas presents for her family (at preschool)
Told me to say something in Spanish
Asked me what a sign says (other than STOP signs I didn't know she knew signs "said" things)
Counted to 20 on her own (no prompting)
Sang Twinkle Twinkle and ABCD on her own (no prompting)
Attended ballet class (with lots of prompting)
Left the house early one morning and rang the next door neighbor's bell without my knowing she was even gone (mother of the year award!)

Lasts:
Escape; we have the alarm back on the door (took it off when we moved)
Ballet class?...since she didn't really get into it and I have to decide next week if I want to buy a costume for the spring recital. At least I already had practice clothes, so no expense there.
Suck....on the way to get ice cream, I told her to enjoy it. She has done surprisingly well without it and hasn't even tried to hijack a binky from the one year old I tend.
Tantrum. Hahaha, just kidding. She does seem to have shorter ones though. I think there is a light at the end of the very dark, loud, tunnel.

Eating her birthday/binky sunday.

Riding the big bus for the first time. Having friends by your side makes anything better. Lina and Elsa made sure she stayed in her seat. (They didn't have a harness ready yet)

Observing the ballet class. She did better than I expected, but not as good as I hoped. She watched from the sidelines for quite a while, but at least she was watching. She eventually saw me and became clingy. She still wanted to be there, but with me attached to her at every moment. Not possible in a small, crowded dance studio, with a one year old on my hip. (Phoebe was at home with nanny Sally).

I took a few shots with my phone (not bad, actually) but there was another mom who had her camera and I begged her to take a couple of photos for me. If she did, and emails them to me as requested, I'll trade these out later. After I got home and unloaded the diaper bag I realized I did have my camera with me after all. Arghhhh! Two of the new photos below...

Ms. Lisa, her teacher, helping her follow the steps she demonstrated.

Holding her nutcracker.

Tessa Goes to School

Tessa started preschool today, which made Mommy, Daddy and Tessa very happy. We drove her there so that we could take a few pictures and deliver some paperwork to the teacher. She didn't mind at all when we left. She is in the same class as Lina, a neighborhood friend and she got to wave to Madeleine, Lina's sister, on our way in. A few weeks ago we visited the class and stayed for an hour, so she wasn't completely new to it.

Knocking on the door...(our mornings are quite cold these days)

She was acting shy when I asked to take her picture with Mrs. Lichtsinn.

Her classroom and classmates.

Her class is a mixed program that has some typical children and some with special needs. This program offers transportation to all the students. She was thrilled when I told her she could ride the bus to and from school, just like Phoebe does. The one bringing her home is a smaller bus. On Friday, she will take the big bus to school with all of the big kids. We'll see how she handles that trip, but there aren't many things in life that intimidate Tessa. She seemed like such a big girl today but she looked so small climbing off the bus!

And taking advantage of her new "big girl" status, we had a binky farewell ceremony this evening. She napped without it after she got home from school, because I told her that only big kids go to school and big kids don't need binkies. I told her if she could sleep without it we would get a "big girl" treat after dinner. She cried for it briefly, but not as bad as I imagined. We went to Cold Stone Creamery and she handed the server her binky and her free birthday coupon in exchange for her ice cream sunday (strawberry with MandMs). She asked for the binky back a few times after she got her ice cream, but she never cried for it. We high-fived her several times and complimented her on how big she was. Then we said "goodbye!" to the binky as we left. She asked for it again at bedtime, but seemed content with just her blanky. A baby no more....

Thanksgiving 2008

Taking advantage of gramma's visit to try and get a decent portrait. This was the only one.

Making....Decorating...

And then eating the gingerbread cookies.

I have no idea what we're all looking at.

The kids smiled better with gramma and papa.

Phoebe was so determined to go walking. She only held one hand.

Having fun in Madera Canyon, except for when we stopped to take pictures, apparently.

Thrilled to be Three

Happy Birthday to Tessa! We had a Princess Tea Party for her on Saturday. She was thrilled, mostly. She only ran to her room crying twice. When I let her see her new tea set that morning and told her what was going to happen, she was anxious for the next several hours. She talked about saying "surprise!" so we decided to say it to her, even though it was obviously not a surprise party. That was her first tantrum... I guess she was overwhelmed by the attention. She recovered quickly and came out to join her guests for tea. It was the perfect day for Tessa, with a tea party with all of her favorite friends, dressing up like princesses (and one prince, or cowboy which Tessa thinks is the same thing), presents, dancing, cake and candles.

Cousin James, the cowboy.

Opening all the fun presents...singing Sleeping Beauty doll and more dress up clothes from Auntie and cousins, singing card and train set from gramma Jo and papa Jim, fishing for jewels game from Meyer family, Cinderella polly pocket set from Hankins family, fuzzy bathrobe and new clothes from mom and dad, tons of princess movies from gramma Pat and papa Bob.

Madeleine, Elsa and Elizabeth fishing for jewels.

Musical chairs. Tessa didn't get the game, but had a blast running around in circles with everyone. After this, they had a dance-off. Everyone was pretty spent at the end of the party. Props to Else for coming up with the outfit for Cinderella, pre-fairy godmother. So creative!

Blowing out candles with Daddy again that night. The candles seemed to be her favorite part, so she was thrilled to do it one more time. Not to mention, one more round of cupcakes...

99 Things

Keeping in line with the random things post... I'm copying Kelly's copying of Aurora and highlighting the things I've done on this list.

1. Started my own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than I can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland/world
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sung a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught myself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown my own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitchhiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of my ancestors (Denmark, England, Wales)
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught myself a new language (getting pretty decent at Spanish)
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied (childhood is a wonderful time)
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had my portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies (even though I was never a girl scout)
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had my picture in the newspaper (no, but I was on local TV)
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating (I caught the fish and was forced to watch the prep)
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous (Craig T Nelson kissed me! I also got Steve Young's autograph)
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby (leaving this one alone because I assume it means gave birth..)
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee

Seven

Wendy and Kelly both tagged me, so I guess I better get crackin'....so here it goes....seven random things about me....

I "hang on" to friends forever...I still have contact with my childhood best friend Laura, visit with my high school best friend Lindsay about every year or so, and will be thrilled to see Heather, my longest length adult friendship (est 1992), when she comes to visit in two weeks!!!

I can throw together a mean apple pie. Piled high with the streusel crumb topping....mmmmm.

I am a huge pushover for animals in need. Okay, people too. Something about strays....

My first kiss was a boy named Nohl who I pinned against the chalkboard during a game of kissing tag in kindergarten.

I love veggies.

I am not a baby person. A select few have captured my heart, but in general I don't get all goo goo ga ga over the sight of one.

I would like to own a home in Italy someday, even though I've never been there.

Happy Halloween

Today was a very long day for Tessa, with requests to go trick or treating as soon as she woke up this morning. I think we will wait until Christmas Eve to explain the gift giving and Santa aspects of Christmas. But the night finally did arrive, Daddy was able to leave work on time (that part was Mommy's treat!), and the girls had fun meeting some new neighbors, walking with "old" friends and of course collecting all the goodies in their bags. Phoebe was Snow White and came home from school with a head start in the goody dept. (Yes those are casts on her legs, no they are not broken, I'll explain some other time...)Tessa was a ballerina. This was my ballet recital costume when I was three. (Yes my mom is a pack rat) Phoebe wore it when she was barely two. Tessa will be three in about a month. She liked wearing it, thankfully, as I doubt I will have much say about future costumes. It's fun to have a few traditions to carry on with your kids. And with a high of 88 today we were able to carry on this one. No warm, bulky costume required.Tessa began the night with lots of momentum. She was surprisingly focused on going to the next house every time we were done with our current one. She seemed anxious to see what kind of candy they'd have, who would answer the doors and what the decorations would be like. She was afraid of a few of the houses, especially one with a spooky soundtrack blaring from the doorway. Phoebe didn't appreciate the chainsaw sounds as we left that house, either. Tessa said "I'm scary" (meaning I'm scared) and asked to be held. After about an hour she was requesting being held for more than just the scary houses. At this point we decided on the quickest route towards home.

The last half hour was dragging and we were all ready to call it a night. For the final stretch, Tessa didn't even want to sit on Daddy's shoulders anymore, she wanted to lay down.

Halloween = candy

This realization entered Tessa's brain the other day when I set aside a few bags of individually packaged goodies ready to hand out tomorrow night, and she caught sight of them. She informed me politely that she "wantsome" and I informed her politely that we were going to give it out on Halloween to the trick or treaters. She said "I want Halloween, I want trick or treat". I reassured her it was only a few days away. She then went around the house singing about candy, trick or treat, BOO, and Happy Birfday! (I guess birthdays just go right along with candy and festive moods). Tonight we had the final costume fittings for the girls and the pumpkin carving ceremony. Tessa was fascinated but truly disgusted when daddy convinced her to touch the insides.

She then helped me decorate the porch with fake spiders and such and went to bed talking about trick or treating. (Yes, I procrastinated this year but who cares? At least we all had fun tonight instead of me dragging the decor out a month in advance and coercing everyone else to get into it). My only fear is that tomorrow is going to be the longest day of Tessa's short life, anticipating the arrival of night fall.