Wednesday, December 30, 2009

This never happens

Fast forward past newborn and I can say, Lilly has ALWAYS proffered not to be held while she slept. Always. She likes to sleep next to you, but not on you.
But yesterday I had a sweet treat. She woke up early from her nap and just wasn't quite ready.
We were like this:

From 2:00 to 4:45.
She has the sweetest little snore.
Miss Lilly, I really like you.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

For Your Viewing Pleasure

Blah Blah Black Sheep
Performed for you by Havah J

she also does a killer rendition of 'chinkle chinkle lilel th-tar'

Monday, December 28, 2009

Wisdom of a three year old

Lesson One:  If you don't want to do something use the authority of another adult to justify your refusal.

Example 1: Mom- "Havah  please pick up your dishes."
Havah- "Mom the big neighbor told me no picking up dishes."

Example 2: Mom- "Tickle Tickle Tickle!"
Havah- "Mom Santa says if there is tickling I don't have any presents."

Example 3: Mom- "Havah please eat your sandwich."
Havah- "Um, my Daddy says I should have just some
jelly beems for lunch today."

Where does she  come up with this stuff?

Sunday, December 27, 2009

I love this guy...

Here he is... in his element... fixing a computer.

But right now, as I type, he's making marmalade. Yes, that is right, marmalade.
You know why?
Because his daughters adore Marmalade and Peanut butter sandwiches. 
 Good Daddy.
Great Husband.
I love you Corianton Lee.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Not a creature was stiring...

Except for Kari & Cori who have all the gifts wrapped and under the tree except for Melissa's (because you know Santa comes to the house where you're pillow is). So Cori is in the office putting the finishing touches on Melissa's gift so that in the morning she can get it and then drive back over to have Christmas with Grandpa (Craig) and Grandma (RaLyn), Aunt Cara who is here for the week from Alabama and the rest of the kids.

I'm really excited for Melissa to get her present, but considering it's 12:40 am... what I really wish is that I was the mouse, and it was Santa doing the clattering, instead of Cori.

Merry Christmas!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Dear Auntie Kacey and Auntie Chelsea

Man you girls know how to pick um! There are a lot of presents under that tree, but she knew what was in those and it has taken all her will power to just pet them and leave them hidden in the paper... but I guess she just couldn't take it anymore, because when I came out of the bathroom after dinner this is what I found....
"Havah! Those are for Christmas!"
"But Mom look! It says, 'open this for Havah' "
Now how can you argue with that?

She loves them! Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 21, 2009

"Eya Moo Tutu Zuts"

That is an 18 month old's verbal breakdown of the Nativity.

'Eya' - Donkey. Our Donkey has a shine to him this year he's never had before... Lilly had a runny nose and got him. Did you know that boogers double as lacquer?

'Moo' - Cow, of course. It's her second favorite part.

'Tutu'- You will never guess this one... not in a million years... ready? Camel. I was trying to teach her that they spit and make a little spitting sound, it turned into 'tutu'.

And finally "Zuts"- Jesus. I remember Havah being a baby and loving that little figure of Baby Jesus. Lilly loves him just as much. I guess I shouldn't be, but I'm always amazed at how little little children are drawn to the Savior.

Brought to you today by the letter 'C'

'C' is for Coookie. That's good enough for me!

'C' is for Coookie! That's good enough for me!

'C' is for Coookie.
That's good enough for me!



*yes, that cookie is as big as Lil's face, and yes Havah is singing 'C' is for cookie.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

What's that you say?

Me & Grandma King

 I am the bear/wolf Den Leader for our ward. At round table this month an old man stood up in the middle of a presentation and shouted for the world to hear, "Doesn't anybody teach people how to speak up these days?!?" Apparently, he was having difficulty hearing what the 70 lady presenting was saying in her sweet little grandma voice. Everyone kind of smiled awkwardly and she tried to speak a little louder.

Little did I know I was soon to feel a close kindred to this old man.

A few years before she died, my Grandma King lost the hearing in one of her ears because of a complication with her blood thinner. She said she bent over, heard a whooshing noise and then it was gone. For the rest of her life, she was saying, "What? I can't hear you when you talk on that side."

A few days ago I had labor in my head and my eardrum perforated (got a little whole in it). And now I sound just like Grandma King, "What? What? I can't hear you when you talk on that side." My hearing loss is not supposed to be permanant... but I'm developing a new respect for those who struggle with empaired hearing.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I love

Since Saturday I've watched, oh, I don't know, 8 hours of pbs specials, on my computer. 

Thank you!
You've added an intellectual edge to my sicko experience.

Chocolate + Art = Happy Kids

Where do you go when your mom has been sick for 2 weeks and you basically don't get to go anywhere?

You go NUTS!
They're good girls, but you can only expect so much, so this morning I dragged myself out of bed, put on REAL clothes and we went down stairs to paint.

But not just any paint.... CHOCOLATE PAINT

First you need a bag of white chocolate chips 
(which I generally refer to as 'chocolate poop' but are great for this).
dump into a microwavable bowl that doesn't get hot.

 Then add a couple table spoons of shortening
Stick it all in the microwave for one minute.
Pull it out and give it a good stir.

It will probably need another 30 seconds to a minute
It should be totally smooth.
 Now divide into separate containers and add a little drop of food coloring to each container and mix it up.

Then place a piece of parchment paper on a clean cookie sheet.
Check the temperature of your 'paint' if it's getting a little stiff put it back in the microwave for a 15-20 seconds, and stir again.

Don't limit yourself either... straight up chocolate makes great paint to! Same directions, minus the food coloring.



Sunday, December 13, 2009


I am sick. I've been sick for a couple of weeks now, but it really seemed like no big deal until this week when my body decided to go hard core with the whole 'flu' thing, apparently Friday, (Havah's Birthday) was planned as the great culminating event- full on labor (yes I mean like childbirth) in my head.

Now I can tell Cori thinks I'm crazy for comparing my impacted ear, swollen glands and sinus infection to labor, but women out there, you know that feeling of a contraction when you think it's never going to end, that if it doesn't stop soon you might just die, and right when you reach that point, the pain ebbs. Not disappears, your body just gives you that slight release for just a few moments, so you can go on... well that is what my head felt like Friday night and Saturday.

I am not very good at being sick. I hate going to the doctor. Not because I dislike doctors, they don't freak me out or anything... I just hate paying them. Consequently I wouldn't go into the ER on Friday night, because the ER is more expensive than the urgent care, and my poor sweet husband, who (since my mother died) is a little freaked out by 1) Ear infections (her cause of death) and 2) my being ill, waited until Saturday to take my cheap stubborn self to the doctor.

Saturday morning, Cori had an appointment with his Elders Quorum Presidency at the Boise Temple. I could tell he didn't feel comfortable leaving me, but I told him I would be fine with the girls and he should go.

This was a mistake.

About 11 o'clock, I found myself in my underwear and bathrobe on the living room floor, tears streaming down my face, my ear was hurting to terribly. Lilly sat in my lap and snuggled me, and my sweet Havah talked to me, "My poor Momma, why are you crying? Don't cry." I told her, "Havah, my ear is hurting, so bad it makes me cry."And then she looked into my barely open eyes and said in the sweetest kindest way, " Oh, my sweet Mommy, I will make you better. Here let me rub your face." She put a little hand on each of my tear streaked cheeks and so very softly rubbed them away. 

Cori found me there on the floor with the girls when he got home. He had called Melissa to come and take care of the girls while he took me to the doctor. My dad drove her through the snow and she loved on my babies while I was listening to the MD who looked in my ear, gasp, "AUGH! That is not good!" Which can be translated to mean, "You are so lucky that your eardrum hasn't burst yet!"

She put me on some antibiotics, steroids, psudophedrine and ibuprophen, and now my brains have turned into a clear liquid that is running out of my ear. Which I am taking to be a good sign, because the more runs out, the better my head feels. So hopefully *fingers crossed* I should be up an at um again next week.

Until then, I guess I'll just bask in the beauty of Cori volunteering to deep clean the kitchen, and if that doesn't sound like life after labor... I don't know what does.

Friday, December 11, 2009


Today, I am the mother of a 3 year old.

Right now... at this minute... in 2006. Havah was 31 minutes old.

Now I guess, she is 3 years and 31 minutes.

We were planning a family party for her, like the BIG family... but I have the flu.
So that means just our little family. Which, no offence Big family, was pretty nice.
When I asked her what she wanted for her birthday she said (and I quote), "Pizza, a sunbeam cake and balloons."

So yesterday we made rainbow paper chains
Today, we made a "sunbeam" applesauce pound cake.
and blew up balloons.

She was so excited about all her presents.
And she kept saying, "Happy Birthday Mommy!"
I am so grateful for our sweet girl.

Happy Birthday! My Havah J!

Most important meal of the day

  Just puts a smile on your face doesn't it?

Thursday, December 10, 2009

My Babies the Bag Ladies

This is my 18 month old (who's squinty eyes you must admit are the cutest thing you've seen today),

Well would you believe that this:

is her new thing? There are bags of random stuff all over my living room.
I'm not sure where she keeps getting said plastic bags, I keep taking them away
and she keeps coming up with new ones.
(please excuse my living room, I have the flu, not a lot of cleaning happening)
My problem now is that her obsession is now spreading. Havah has started carrying
around what she calls a  "Jack-a-poo" otherwise known as a plastic grocery bag with random stuff in it.
Yup... my babies in training to be bag ladies...
But on the upside...

They are going to be really cute bag ladies.

Monday, December 7, 2009

The Christmas Tree

On Saturday we drove up past Idaho City to cut a tree with a few other families in the ward. It was freezing. And that is not me just being my "I don't like to be to hot or to cold, I grew up in a temperate climate" self. The dad's  trekked out into the middle of nowhere and cut 8 trees (there were 4 families, but we were also cutting for Dad, RaLyn, Ducky's Grandma, and a family in the ward). Cori threw up the night before, Lilly threw up on our way to the mountains and then we froze when we got up there, but it was fun to visit with people and watch Havah in the snow, Lil just wanted to be held.

When they got the trees down I didn't even see them people picked them out, threw them in the back and we left.  When we got home I realized why men are not allowed to go out in the woods by themselves to cut down trees. They were some of the most homely things I've ever seen. We dropped off Mama Sue's trees (Ducky's mom) and took Dad and RaLyn their trees. I kept the saddest looking one because I couldn't stand the thought of sending this family in our ward who are already having a hard year this ugly tree. Especially since the one their getting isn't that great anyway. But I have to admit I was sad about it, and I don't think I did a very good job of hiding it from Cori. I think he offered 25 times to go to a tree lot and get a different one. Now I'm trying to decide if I did it because I wanted to be a martyr or if I was just being realistic. We are a lot better off than a lot of people this year, but still not a  lot of extra, paying for another tree really wouldn't have been a good idea.

So last night we brought in our sad looking tree and did our best to cut the weird branches and leave enough branches so you can't tell the whole back half is empty. Then we got out the lights, and it started to look better, then the ornaments I made our first Christmas just after we got married, then the ornaments that I got from Grandma King when she was giving away everything just before she died. They're her old glass bulb ornaments some from her and Grandpa King's first Christmas. They're all hand painted and hand glittered, they're beautiful and precious to my heart. We drank our customary bottle of sparkling cider while we decorated and talked about the tree and Christmas's past. And as we were putting on Grandma's ornaments Cori told me, "I like this tree, it's how I feel this year. It's a good little tree, it grew tall and did what it was supposed to do, it just couldn't grow in a mountain climate and look like what we consider to be a beautiful Christmas tree, and that's okay."

When it was all decorated we turned off all the house lights, sat on the couch and soaked it all in. And you know what? It's beautiful. It's not my any means a commercial beauty, but on it's little bows hang my most precious Christmas memories. 

When Havah came into our room this morning we told her there was a surprise down stairs, she ran down and we heard, "Oh! THE CHRISTMAS TREE! IT'S BEAUTIFUL!", and then we showed her the snow that fell last night and she was just tickled, "SNOW! IT'S MERRY CHRISTMAS!!"

Suddenly I see our sad patchy tree differently. Aren't most of us just like my tree? We work hard, we do our best to grow tall, and there are parts of us that are full and beautiful, areas where we've grown full and strong... and then there are those places that just haven't filled out, parts of us that aren't so beautiful. And that's okay, because Cori's right. It's hard to grow in a mountain climate, let alone do and look like a commercial Christmas tree. But even with our patchy sad parts, Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ see our value, and if we let them, can take us and make us into something beautiful, something precious, something that will remind and teach us that no matter how ragged and sad we may feel, Christ knows who we are, and through Him all things are possible.

Friday, December 4, 2009

The Beginning of Forever

Mr. and Mrs. Steven C. Eliason (that is so cool!)

Huggin' Mama Sue (Alexis's Mom)

Their wonderful photogh Susan

Craig, RaLyn and Cori

Gramee & Kari visiting

Trying to wrangle everyone for a group picture
Shelly, Jared (getting cleaned up) Abby, Gramee, Kari, RaLyn

Alexis with her Grandma's

The Eliason's

Grandma RaLyn freezing as usual

Cori, Havah & Lilly waiting to get back in the pictures


Bride and Groom with some Kings, Shay, Dan's head, Tom, Jill, Robby, Lynnelle and Mama Sue.

Sister Besties

Uncle Scott playing with Lilly

Grandpa and Lilly at the Temple, Hooray for Forever Families!

Freezing together.. Cori, Nee, RaLyn, Craig, Scott, Gramee

Nate... I don't know that you could capture him more perfectly. ;)

With Dad and Gramee 

Dad and Steve

Dad, Steve, Alexis and Sue
What a beautiful day!