Baby Alert!

I see that Mae's Birthday post got hijacked by a grandparent's visit post, so I think I need to share a bit about my favorite girl. Mae went to the doctor and is in the 50% for weight and height. She is a bit of a chunk, but it is all of the fun to squish kind. Mae is one and already has her own distinct personality. She wants to do things her own way. She wants to feed herself and dress herself and she gets frustrated when we have to help her.

She wants to know what is going on and follows me everywhere I go. When Jeff or I go into the other room we often send out baby alerts to let the other know we are being followed. When she hears these alerts she speeds up cause she knows she is about to be caught. She loves to take the books off our bookshelves and loves to play with toys. She can spend an hour or so just playing in Max's room.

Grandpa Tobler amused her with making a clicking noise and she was determined to figure out how he did it. She would stick her hand in your mouth trying to solve the mystery. This led to me almost choking when I yawned and she shoved her arm in my mouth. She has now mastered the sound and loves to make it.

Mae isn't perfect she makes a really ugly squawk when she is mad. She is the world's lightest sleeper. She sleeps not in her pretty nursery, but in the spare room downstairs and wakes up if you try to go downstairs at all. She still loves Max. Last night she and Max were in the bath and Max decided to spout water in her face. She laughed so hard I was afraid she was gonna fall over into the water and drown. We all love Mae and look forward to what the next year brings us.

Baby vs. Chocolate Cup Cake

Her feet still smell like chocolate.

You've Had a Birthday, Shout Hooray!

Mae is now One! Happy belated post baby girl. This lucky girl can't complain though, she got lots of good presents and a visit from Grandma and Grandpa Tobler. It was really special to have my parents drive 15 hours out to visit us. My father hadn't seen the kids since they came out last year for Mae's blessing. There was lots of hugging and attention to go around for the kids, Max seems to be having a bit of attention withdrawl now that they are gone. We didn't do much, but the visit was rewarding anyway, or maybe because of that. I always seems to strike out when it comes to taking anyone who visits somewhere good. This time we tried the "World Famous AQ Chicken House," Meh, but it was cute to see Mae dance and groove to her birthday serenade at the resturant. We got her a strawberry cupcake to celebrate, but waited until the next day to let her dig in, as pictured above. We attended Max's soccer practice which sounded a lot more fun then it actually was, but he did look cute as he always does. As with all parent visits I scored some great stuff. The folks actually stuffed a full size freezer and a twin mattress into their Toyota Landcruiser! I also got a lovely picture and all the family Christmas Ornaments. Mae also recieved some wonderful gifts in the mail. Special thanks to Michele for the cross stitch and toys. Mae loves her pink septer and headband! And a very special thanks to Carol for the SHEEP HAT! Mae looks adorable in it. Picture to come soon. Speaking of picture....I was going to get a family portrait done of the four of us, since I figured the 2:1 ratio of adult to kid would help, but no one wanted this to happen and by no one I mean Jeff. I bascially post this fact to absolve myself from my mother-in-laws missing birthday gift. Sorry Carol. Will send a belated gift soon. To top off the visit we managed to pass on a cold to my parents thus continuing their tradition of getting sick every time they visit grandchildren. Sorry. It was a good visit and I hope it will not be too long before we see them again.

Joy to the Fishes

We started swim classes today. Mae and I had our class first. We had such a good time. She is not as adventurous as Max was at that age, but she does well. She has no interest in what the other babies are doing she wants to do her own thing. She does not want to blow bubbles and does not want to reach out her arms. Oh well. She is so stinking cute in her swimwear. Max had his first class without mommy. He seemed so big. I only watched from outside the room, but he seemed to listen well and have fun. There were only three other kids in the class so he got lots of good one on one time. Hooray. He was a bit timid at first but I think he will be leading the class next week. It was a really fun way to start the week.

Things That Must Go XII

1. No Bags. I really hate it when you receive your ice cream/shake order at McDonald's/Sonic and are not given a bag. What exactly qualifies you for the bag? I say if you need a spoon and napkin you deserve a bag. I still have trash to dispose of afterwards. Where am I gonna put it? Is this laziness or cheapness on the part of the eating establishments?

2. Fort Smith, Arkansas. (This one is for my parents.) This city is about an 80 min. south and west of us here in Northwest Arkansas, and apparently about 20 years ago it was the "big city" around here. Well it isn't anymore. There is nothing there and no reason to go, but it is like people can't let go. The CBS local news affiliate is based out of there so we have to hear their stories first, we've never even been there. The biggest problem, and why I think they should sink into the ground, or just float up to Heaven, either would be fine with me, comes when you are driving through Southern Missouri south to Arkansas. All the signs give you millage to Fort Smith and NOTHING ELSE! Every year when my parents trek out here they get all tired and confused by the time they hit Joplin, MO and after 13 hours they cave and eat at the McDonald's 5 min from my house cause they don't realize they are 2 miles from Bella Vista. Signage People!

3. Correctors. Now I know that I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I mix metaphors frequently, I am not the best at spelling, and feel that all my sentences need multiple commas. I could do much better grammatically, but I don't really want to hear about it. And what I really don't want to hear about is how I have mispronounced something. I have a friend who LOVES to inform me that I have misprounced something. In our six year friendship she has probably done this at least a dozen times. Now it is not that I don't care, (although sometimes I really don't,) its also not so much about my pride, the real problem is that I do not care to be talked down to. At one point while discussing the Oquirrh Mountain Temple, she got so upset about my incorrect pronunciation, she had me recite it over and over again multiple times. Ummm.... I am not your student or child so stop treating me like one. I was recently telling some other ladies about this incident and not two days later this friend did it to me again. I suppose you can make the argument that she is just trying to be nice, and I think that is the case for other people, some people just can't stand mistakes, well if that is the case with you, at least broach the person nicely and with tact.

4. My Bathtub. Now usually I try to keep this list to items that could possibly be bothering other people, allowing for group therapy if you will. But having spent the last 30 min. cleaning my tub I feel justified in saying the beast must go. When we bought this house I realized that there were items that weren't fantastic and would be a nuisance. This tub is way up on that list. Original to the 25 year old house, the tub is a cast-iron whirlpool. Whirlpool that doesn't work. How do you clean a Whirlpool that doesn't work? You can't get those tubes clean. It is so big and deep that you have to get in it to clean and break your back to lift kids in and out of. The thing is that because of the house layout, the tub will probably remain for years until we can remodel the bathroom and kitchen. Grrr....

Snug as a Bug in a Rug

So I just got back from a friends house and got to hold her 2 week old baby girl. So small, so adorable. As I came in the house, the baby was sleeping soundly wrapped in a blanket in her bouncy seat. I have never seen anything look more comfy in my whole life. At that moment I would have given anything, and everything, I own to be sleeping so comfy and soundly, dreamily away from the worries of the world. So on this dreary drizzly day when my kids have gone crazy and I am working on less sleep since we were awoken last night by Jeff's work, I urge those of you who can to go take a nap. Curl up in a warm blanket and close those eyes. Forget about those chores, and those pesky tasks and sleep sleep sleep. Sleep for me.

Every Morning

This is a pretty typical start for us. Max watching a Star Wars movie and Mae eating a waffle. I don't know how my kids can eat frozen waffles frozen, but Max actually prefers them that way. So yea me. This morning Max decided that he needed to help fight Darth Maul with his clothes off. I made him keep the undies on. So Mom, Dad, I hope you are looking forward to seeing these guys in a few weeks.