Thanksgiving was fun and delicious. After several changes of plans, Jaxon, Dave, and I ended up eating with my brother Ryan, and sister in law Emily, and her extended family. A kinder group or more delicious dinner could not have been found anywhere else! We were definately strays, and we are very grateful they took us in!
Thanksgiving weekend has been spent just as it should be- with family. Ryan helped Dave put up Christmas lights,(can you imagine Dave, lover of all things Christmas, WIGGLING with excitement???) (And yes, Dave has gleefully delved into his Christmas sock collection- currently wearing a pair that have motion-sensor lights on the side...I love my big kid!!!) while the kids wreaked havoc in the driveway and up and down the street, and the moms chatted in the driveway and kept the chaos to a minimum. We also had a picnic to celebrate Emily's bummer birthday (on Thanksgiving...enough said) and let the kids run themselves silly again while we thoroughly enjoyed some adult conversation.
Tomorrow Jaxon and I are caravaning to California with Ryan and Emily, where we will spend Monday with my sis in law Sarah (Dave's brothers wife) and their kids, then Tuesday is Knotts, Wed. is Disney, and THursday we drive home. I have been known to a be a hater...or at least "disliker" of all things Disney. But Emily promises that the magic is renued when you go with a child, and also that right now the crowds are non-existant...I'll let you know when the verdict is in! I'm a little nervous about sharing one hotel room with Jaxon, and am PRAYING the bathroom is big enough for his pack-n-play!
So, this is probably it from me for a while, back at the end of the week...
PS- I know I had Christmas music playing, but this is my new FAVORITE SONG!!! I heard it at the end of Twilight...but that is not why I love it. Speaking of Twilight, it was everything I heard it was- silly, and great all at once. (Dave would call it "suck awesome!") and I would definately see it again, and again I would giggle at some parts that are not supposed to be funny!
"The typical young preschooler picks up new words every single day and will soon be able to string them together in sentences from two to four words long."
This is what Jaxon said to Dave and I last night at dinner...(you can't say the kid doesn't think things through...)
(this monologue is about a 3-tiered dessert server that is on our kitchen table at the moment)
"Mom- dis is made out in glass? If I knockee over, it would break and it would hurt me?...and I might bleed, and I would cry and cry?...you would be mad and angry at me...and I would have-a go to time out? Daddy would have-a keen it up?"
On the flip side, Jaxon is still falling down A LOT, and walking on his tip-toes A LOT. We are pretty sure he has a condition called "toe walking" which isn't too serious, but does need to be corrected. He has an appointment in two weeks with an Orthopedic specialist, and also a physical therapy evaluation. Please pray that whatever it is, there is a way to help make it better!
1. They are open on Thanksgiving
2. They are open for lunch
3. They have private rooms (not a must, but we will have Jaxon)
So, I am using a google search that brought up all the restuarants in a certain price range, and just calling down the list (To no avail I might add) Anyway, every number on the list up to this point called straight to the restuarant. So, I called "Top of the Rock" at the Buttes Marriott- and this was the conversation-
Lady: "Hello, thank you for calling..yadda yadda...how may I help you?"
Me: "Hi, I was just wondering if you were open on Thanksgiving Day?"
Lady: "Um, yes...we are open 24 hours."
Me: "Oh really?! Okay, do you have any private rooms available?"
Lady: "Um, all of our rooms are private ma'am..."
Me:"uh, what?... OH WAIT! I am trying to call the restuarant!"
Lady: "I'm sorry ma'am, this is the front desk of the hotel!"
Seriously? What on earth was lady thinking of me when I asked her if they were open on Thanksgiving, and if they had any private rooms?? HILARIOUS!!!
Ready! Set! GO! (Jaxon is still having fun)
Jaxon thinks it would be funny to hold onto Daddy's hand- obviously he can't, but it throws him WAY off balance-
HEAVEN HELP US!!!
Is this considered a safe landing? All's well that ends well I guess-
I thought I heard Kalle (4) say something a little strange, so I said to my sister,
"I think Kalle just said, 'Jaxon, can I hammer these nails into your hands?' "
Amber: (Laughing) "Oh! We just watched the Lamb of God video yesterday, I guess that's where she got it!"
About 3 minutes later Kalle came in with a Fisher Price hammer and two sticks about 4 inches in length. She said,
"MOM! Jaxon won't lay down on the ground for me!"
We thought it was pretty funny, because we knew exactly what she was going to try to do, and Jaxon was smart not to go anywhere near her!
"NOOOOOO!!! I DON'T WANNA SMILE!"
Valiant effort: The fake Smile
This title of this next sequence was taken from Jaxon's exact words-
Come on...whose jealous???
Today we got him a nightlight, and things (in the nap department) seem to be going a little better, but how do you stop a 2 year old from constant back-talk? I mean seriously, who does this turkey think he is?? He has taken to yelling things at me like," You say sorry to me RIGHT NOW LITTLE GURR!" "You don't tell me to stop it! I tell you to stop it! STOP IT MOMMY!" and my personal (least) favorite- 'NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!" yelled at the top of his lungs, like after I have asked him to hold my hand in a parking lot, stop shaking and spilling his sippy cup on purpose, or when asked to share his water bottle with his cousin Oakley! I give up.
(In the next few days...look for a hilarious 'throw Jaxon in the air' sequence that went awry...)
One of my legs, and one of Dave's
Then we hear his voice, loud and clear, singing an unknown tune with these words...
"I finally know...not to bop...and not to hit...and finally I know....not to say...bop and hit..."
We look over and he is giving the cheesiest grin ever! What a ham!!!
"Why mom? Cuase it's too many 'spensives when I have have both?"
Also, with Dave working late, Jaxon has been a wreck at night, absolutely hysterical until Dave comes home to tuck him in. I have put him down screaming and he doesn't stop for 30 minutes until Dave comes home and goes in. Anyway, Dave being out of town for a couple days, obviously wouldn't be able to go in and calm him down. We promised Jaxon a new "Colorado Bear" (that's where Dave is) if he went to bed nicely both nights with NO crying! We talked about it all day and he was fine with it. Tonight- Jammies-no problem, teeth brushing- no problem, prayer time- HUGE PROBLEM! Jaxon started yelling, "WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!" with tears in his eyes, " WAIT! I can't say my prayers wiffout Daddy!" I turned him around ready to have a stern talk about earning his "Colorado bear" and he said, "WAIT MOMMY WAIT! I'M NOT CRYING! I juss can't say prayers wiffout Daddy!" So I said, "Do you want me to say it tonight?" To which he immediately stopped crying and said, "Yep!"
He sure loves his daddy!
Lastly, when we are in the car, and I'm not talking to Jaxon, he will ask "where we goin'?" Just to strike up a conversation...so sometimes he will ask me this 10+ times before we reach our destination. Usually I will say, "where ARE we going Jaxon?" and he will tell me. So yesterday when I asked him where we were going he said, "Ummm, where goin' ta Red Lobster wiff Grandpa!" I thought that was cute because my parents in are China and haven't even seen him, let alone taken him to Red Lobster for many months! I guess some things are unforgettable!
(Seriously, the years have been GOOD TO US! LOOKIN' GOOD LADIES!!!)
(I had Rachel cut my bangs shorter...waaaaay shorter-- LOVE THEM!!!!!!!)
On a different much better note, You know those advertisement headers that are always showing at the top of your hotmail account? (usually a somewhat scantily clad girl encouraging you to join a dating service?) Well just now I was checking my mail, and what? It was a beautiful familiar picture of The Savior! I read the caption, and all it said was The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints! WAY TO GO MORMONS!
1. A person on a power trip
and then there is-
2. A person so over-the-top drunk with a painfully false sense of importance that all sanity flies out the window....
I had an encounter yesterday, and it was with Kristin, such an over-the-top, drunk on non-existant power, asinine (that's not a bad word is it?) IMBICILE that she could not even see how flambouyantly ludicrous she was being! (nice use of vocab huh? I promised myself that I would do my best to imortalize her in all of her terrible glory!)
Here is the story, bear with me, because I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS NONSENSE! Okay, all photographers know that a very pretty place to shoot is The Pecans- A neighborhood (I use the word "neighborhood" loosely since there are about 3 total homes built) surrounded by a grove of beautiful pecan trees. Well lately, they have been getting very crabby with photographers. Well, the crabbiness turned into spite, and they posted GIANT UGLY SIGNS all over their previously beautiful grounds that say " NO PHOTOGRAPHY!!!" Let's be serious, that didn't stop any photographers from shooting there, but we did feel a lot less welcome, and a lot more frustration towards this place. If any of the 3 homeowners saw you with a camera, they would come out and give you what for...again, that didn't really stop any photogs. Here is my first problem with this- The economy sucks! Lots are not selling...ANYWHERE! But if everyone knows The Pecans is the prettiest place to shoot photography, then when the market picks up they will also know that the Pecans is the prettiest place to LIVE! FREE PUBLICITY!!! But all the signs and crotchety neighbors...not exactly an inviting place to call home. Well, I went there last night to shoot, and knew we were probably in for a fight, but I was up for the challenge (I even consulted my lawyer brother on whether or not it would be legal for someone to kick me out as long as the gates were open)Well, we didn't get that far.
BUT READ THIS- (it is very important to this most rediculous part of the story!) I was going to shoot the pseudo-daughter of a LOT OWNER! That's right, for all intents and purposes this girl's father OWNS A LOT IN THE PECANS! So, I pull up right before the people I'm shooting, and the gates have been closed! That's right, they would rather keep photographers out, than let prospective buyers in (genius...) and now you have to have a gate clicker to get in! So, a very puffed up, poofy haired women was in an SUV out front, and when I stopped to wait for the couple I was shoot, she rolled down her window and looked at me very angrily, waiting for me to roll down mine. I nicely rolled down my window and asked,
"Do you know if anyone is still in the office?" I was going to VERY POLITELY explain to someone in the office that I was with a lot-owner and we were going to shoot ONLY ON THEIR PROPERTY! She said, (very snootily)
So I explained the situation, and even had the lot number, and she said,
"NO THEY DON'T! I've been involved in every sale, that person does not own lot #4!"
"Yes they do ma'am, but she will be here shortly to talk to you!"
"NO THEY DON'T! THEY DON'T OWN LOT 4! THEY OWN LOT 29!!!"
(Ummmm, seriously, why are we arguing about the lot number you dingbat? THEY OWN A LOT, LET ME IN!!!!)
She says, "We are having a HUGE problem with photographers coming in here and taking pictures without checking with me first."
Me: "What exactly is the problem?"
Her: "They didn't call ahead of time, and ask permission, and clear it through me!"
Me: "Yes, so what exactly is the problem with that?"
Her: "The problem is THEY DON'T HAVE MY PERMISSION!"
Me: "Well, you are here now, and I am with a lot owner." (who just drove up)
So Daughter of lot owner walks up, and Mrs. Snooty-face says, "This would not have been a problem if you had called and made arrangements ahead of time, but you didn't, so you can't go in!"
Daughter: "We can't go in to our own lot?"
Her: "No! Not for photography! It has to be cleared through the office first!"
Daughter: "Who in the office do we clear it with?"
daughter: "Well, I'm sorry we didn't call ahead, but since we are property owners, and we are asking you now, can we please go into our lot?"
Her: "NO! We can't have you going in without making arrangements first!"
At this point "daughter" gave up nicely. I have never wanted to punch someone more at any time that I wanted to punch this women. She wouldn't let at lot owner into the neighborhood, because of photography!?! I don't care if daughter wanted to go in and do a naked-headstand- belly dance! As long as it is on the privacy of her own property, its not for that dang lady to say!
Anyway, I honestly couldn't believe it! Fiance of said "daughter" and I voted two-to-one to go back and beat that lady up and skip pictures all together, but daughter put her foot down...(guess we know who wears the pants in that relationship!!)
I haven't decided what I am going to do yet. It is probably going to involve a nasty letter that won't make a lick of difference, but it will MAKE ME FEEL BETTER! (Just not as good as punching that lady...which I haven't totally ruled out!)
PS- it's very difficult to take my own picture-logistically my arms just aren't quite long enough!
Then, I don't know exactly how it came up, but-
he said, "I don't really like bangs"
(I just had some cut at my haircut!)
I said, "HOW COME YOU DIDN'T TELL ME BEFORE I HAD THEM CUT???"
"I didn't know until now" (which means he doesn't like MY bangs...nice...)
then he says, "I thought you were getting your hair CUT!!"
"I did get my hair cut."
"But I thought you meant short. I like it better short."
"What? YOU HAVE NEVER TOLD ME THIS!"
"Yes I have!"
"You never say anything. You have only told me a couple times you liked the way my hair looked, and both were when it was very long, so I assumed you liked long better!'
"No... I like it short the best...And I like it better curly."
(I did know this... but I prefer my hair straight)
So, at the moment I had LONG, STRAIGHT HAIR, WITH BANGS...and apparently Dave likes Short, curly hair, without bangs...super...good to know...
Anyway, so tonight I washed my hair for the first time since the cut and found something VERY interesting...the way it is layered makes it VERY CURLY!
Dave saw it and now says with TOTAL SINCERITY- " I LOVE YOUR NEW HAIRCUT!"
Let me add for the record- I LOVE MY NEW BANGS, and my new haircut! And to be honest, Dave honestly really couldn't care less if I was wearing snorkle gear, an evening gown, or a snow suit....or it my hair was long, short, shaved, or all gray! It's just not how he sees me, which really is such a blessing, but the point is, I'm not too fussed about his like/dislike of my current hair status, he loves me all the same. I LOVE MY DO, and I LOVE YOU DAVE!