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Friday, June 15, 2007

and now...the upstairs

Next on your tour of the Potato Garden, the Upstairs. Enjoy!

The top of the stairs:

The Playroom:

Little Boy's Room:


The Kid's Bathroom:
Little Sister's Yet-To-Be-Painted Room:
My Undecorated/Unorganized Craft Room:
Master Bedroom:
Master Bathroom:


Thanks for letting me show you around our new home! Hopefully by this time next year, I'll have a few things on the walls in the master bedroom and paint on the walls in the playroom and Little Sister's room!

Monday, June 11, 2007

finally...photos of our new house

I've been promising pictures of our new home in Arizona since we moved. I've been putting it off because I wanted to wait until I had everything "just so." That "just so" isn't going to happen anytime soon. Rather than leave anyone in suspense a moment longer, I've decided to share what I've got so far. Today I'm just going to share pictures of the downstairs. The upstairs will follow in a day or two. Enjoy!

The Entry Way:

The Living Room:

The Dining Room:

The Laundry Room:

The Guest Bathroom:
The Guest Room:


The Family Room:


The Kitchen:




I love our new house!!!

Monday, June 04, 2007

Arrr!

We seem to have a bit of a pirate obsession around here. I'm not talking the ever popular Pirates of the Caribbean with the Oh-So-Dreamy _______ <---(Insert Johnny-Bad-Boy or Orlando-Pretty-Boy here, I personally like Johnny, but that's just me). I'm talking the Backyardigans Pirate Treasure. This show has got to rank among the top children's shows of all time. It's a show that my kids love and that I can watch with them and be equally entertained. Who knew cartoon characters could dance so well?

The kids play "Arrr!" while weilding swords (old baby spoons) and cover or close one eye and say "Arrr!" and just generally act all pirate like. How do I know they are pirates? By the way they say "Arrr!"

If you wanna be a pirate, sail the ocean blue
You go and steal some treasure, 'cause that’s what pirate do
We laugh a pirate laugh, dance a pirate dance
We wear a puffy shirt and some baggy pants
Arrr! Arrr! Arrr!
A pirate, a pirate, a pirate says “Arrr!”
We sail a pirate ship, we don’t drive a car,
And they know you’re a pirate when they hear you say “Arrr!”
“Arrr!” mean yes, and “Arrr!” mean no,
And “Arrr!” means come on mates, let’s go!
Say “Arrr!” when you’re happy
And “Arrr!” when you’re smelly
And “Arrr!” when you’re having your pirate toast and jelly
Arrr! Arrr! Arrr!
A pirate, a pirate, a pirate says “Arrr!”
If you think we’re tough, you’re right, we are
‘cause they know you’re a pirate when they hear you say “Arrr!”

Friday, May 25, 2007

mid year resolutions

Has it really been so long since I blogged?
Arizona is treating us well! It's been hot, but not unbearable (yet). The kids are enjoying the water and I'm enjoying new friends.
What have I been doing? Sewing. Lots of and lots of sewing. One might call me obsessed. Since that first really cute outfit I made for Little Sister, I've created four more. And because that wasn't enough, I've taken up making bows to go with them. What's that? You want to see pictures? Here's a little taste:



I'll get to work on pictures of the rest.

One problem---Little Boy is a bit jealous of all the new outfits I'm making for his sister and needs a little love sewn for him. I made spiderman pajama shorts, but that was clearly not enough. Outfits for Little Boy coming soon. Good thing he's not easily embarrassed yet because they will be matching to Little Sister.

All this sewing has put me sorely behind on the rest of my life, though, so today I'm making mid-year resolutions.

*Scrapbook! I haven't done any since our big move and I'm very behind. I miss it. As soon as all my planned outfits are finished (and the blanket I promised for a darling newborn boy), I'm trading the needle and thread for glue sticks and cardstock.

*Blog! I miss my blog. I miss the comments that make me feel like superstar. I miss writing.

*Eat Well! Oh boy. Since the move, I haven't eaten very well and have gained some of my old weight back. It's not pretty and I feel like poo. Today it ends! Today I will eat healthier and lighter.

What are your mid-year resolutions?

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Easter goodness

My blog seems to be becoming a bit of a photo blog. But, really, how can I NOT share this photo?

My Little Spuds in their Easter Duds:

Thursday, April 05, 2007

egg-cellent work!

Easter photography courtesy of 4-year-old Little Boy:

Happy Easter everyone!

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

a little hike

We are jumping right in to Arizona. We figured we better take advantage of the beautiful cool weather before it hits 115 degrees and took a little hike with the kids. They loved it and wanted to keep going and going! Arizona is definitely different---but it's got it's own kind of beauty:











An Artist (Little Boy) point of view of the mountain:

Thursday, March 22, 2007

baked potatoes

Now that we are in Arizona, do I have to change my blog title? How about Growing Cactus'---Very Painful. Naw, I think I'll keep growing my spuds. We'll just be Baked Potatoes here in Arizona.

Arizona has been really nice so far. The weather was hot last week (99 degrees in March??), but it really wasn't too bad. This week it's in the high 70's, low 80's and beautiful. Our ward is nice and I'm within walking distance to a mall. What more could I ask for?

What have I been doing? Painting, painting, and more painting. So far, we've painted the kitchen, family room, living room, guest room, foyer, Little Boy's room, and the Master bedroom. I've lost count of how many gallons of paint we've gone through. We still have the playroom (which we've been putting off because the walls go over the stairwell and we don't have a ladder tall enough), Little Sister's room, and my craft room to go. Most walls are still bare and we are still furniture-less in our living room and bedroom. The furniture has been ordered, we are just waiting. I'll share pictures as soon as everything is furnished!

Organizing, unpacking, and painting had me feeling a little crazy, so I decided to take on a sewing project just to do something different. I must say I should try something different a little more often:

This also gives you a little taste of all the painting I've been doing. Don't worry, our living room is not painted Hot Orange. It is Orange, but it's a terra-cotta rust color. You'll see...it's awesome.

That's all I've got for now....The Spuds and I are going to deliver our fresh baked chocolate chip cookies to our new neighbors.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

top five signs your family watches CARS too often

5. When picking out matchbox cars at the store, your 4-year-old insists on trying to find a Cadillac.

4. "Ka-Chow" is a regular part of your family vocabulary.

3. Everytime you drive somewhere, your 4-year-old wonders "are we going on the interstate?"

2. A trip the gas station is not complete without the phrase "No Tires, Just Gas!"

1. When you call your 2-year-old a Drama Queen she declares "I'm NOT Drama McQueen!"

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

mylaraphobia

Mylaraphobia (mI-"lär-&-fO-bE-&)noun Fear of Mylar balloons

Signs & Symptoms: Screaming, shrieking, crying, and shaking when in the presence of a mylar balloon. Symptoms may become more severe when the balloon takes the shape of Red Hat.


The kids and I went to Albertsons to pick up a few things and the bakery department was having a photo shoot that day for Easter and Mother's Day ads. They had a bunch of balloons and gave a couple to my kids. Little Sister picked out a pink balloon, but then wouldn't go near it. Little Boy picked out the Red Hat Society balloon and proudly carried it around the store. The balloon floated near Little Sister's head and she immediately began screaming, clinging to me, and was genuinely terrified. She told me later that night "Mom, the balloon scares me. I freaked out!"

The balloons mysteriously disappeared while the kids were asleep. We have no future plans for Mylar balloons in our home.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

reality

All mixed up. That's what I am. We have known that we would have to move away from Idaho for over 6 months now. I was determined to lived in denial of that fact for as long as possible. Even when we met with our realtor and made all of the plans to put our house on the market official, I still felt very distanced from it. Then one evening, I looked out the front window and saw a "For Sale" sign invading my front yard. That stupid sign sent me into tears faster than cutting an onion. This is real. We are really doing this.

We bought a house in Arizona. I've only seen pictures and the floorplan, but it has just about everything we want---5 bedrooms, lots of space, a play room even. I have little moments of excitement and then I wonder who we'll have over to play in the play room. We'll have our first formal dining room and then I wonder who we'll have over for dinner.

I want to be excited. I know this move is the right thing for us and will provide us with opportunities and adventures that we won't have here. I know change isn't bad. I have moments of excitment and then I remember what I'm leaving here. WHO I'm leaving here. My friends here mean the world to me. Living in a place without family, my friends have become family to me. I am closer to some than others, but each one has a special role in my life and I love each of them dearly.

I'm afraid I won't make any friends. And if I do make good friends, I'll feel guilty. My girls here can't be replaced. You hear that, potential friends in the desert? You have very big shoes to fill!!

We are moving in February. That's next month! Where has all the time gone? Time flies when you don't want it to.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

actions speak louder than words

Little Sister often complains about her socks, but I just tell "they're fine!" and tell her to relax. She has never said why she doesn't like them...but now I know. She figured out how to turn them upside down and now she doesn't complain.

I will buy non-lettered socks from now on.

Friday, December 08, 2006

it's not that i don't like blogging...

Really, it's not. I like it and I miss it. It's just that I can't rescue my mind from carseats. I think about it 14 hours a day and have even taken to dreaming about it at night. It's definitely an addiction. A very safe and good addiction as far as addictions go, I suppose, but consuming still. I joined a message board with people just like me on it. Yes, there are people like me. I am not alone. People like me that analyze the way cartoon characters use carseats. Arthur's baby sister? NOT properly restrained. That kid should so be rear-facing. People like me who gasp in horror at the newest Sear's commercial where the baby is strapped in a carseat with a huge snowsuit on and very loose harness straps. People like me who want to save the world one carseat at a time. I even made another blog just for random carseat stuff.

I've thought about doing a weekly post with carseat tips. But where would I start? 9 out of 10 carseats are being used improperly with an average of 3 errors per seat. I see it each and every day and sometimes it's overwhelming. I know logically that I can't help everyone. I can't help those who don't want to be helped. But where do I draw the line? Do I say something to the teacher at Little Boy's preschool who has a horribly misused carseat in the backseat of her car or do I mind my own business? What if she was in a crash tomorrow and her child was hurt or killed because I decided to mind my own business? You see why I'm so conflicted?

So you see, it's not that I don't like blogging. It's not you. It's me.

Monday, November 27, 2006

the reason we keep him around...

Little Boy: Jesus made us, Dad. I want to write a letter to Jesus and say thank you for making us.

Dad:
You don't have to write him a letter. You can just thank-you in your prayers.

Little Boy: I love Little Sister. Jesus made her. I want to write a letter to Jesus. It will say 'Dear Jesus, thanks for building us.'

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

sibling matters

Hello out there? Anybody still around? I have no explanation for my absence other than I didn't have anything to say. Okay, I take that back. I had plenty of things to say, but couldn't figure out how to say them. Plus, it's all boring philosophical junk. Here's just one thing that has been on my mind...

Ever since Little Sister was born, I have been interested in sibling relationships. More specifically, how to help my kids have a good one and keep the rivalry to a minimum. I recently came across a great article in BYU Magazine called Brothers in Deviance explaining the influence that older siblings can have on younger ones. The opening paragraph caught my interest immediately:

The old adage that boys will be boys should be retired, according to BYU researcher Bert O. Burraston (BS ’91). It cuts parents too much slack when their boys bully younger siblings. Recent studies have shown that such bullying significantly increases the likelihood that younger siblings, particularly boys, will become bullies themselves—or worse.

Gulp. I've caught myself thinking "that's just what big brothers do" when Little Boy picks on Little Sister. I've also caught myself thinking "that's just what little sisters do" when Little Sister takes Little Boy's lego that he was reaching for and runs away. I've cut myself too much slack and probably should have done more to intervene and teach them the correct way to interact. I was hooked from there and thought the following information was so important:

Burraston’s findings are based on his recently published 11-year study of 105 boys at risk of delinquency. Although Burraston and his research partners acknowledge that a child’s behavior is shaped by a host of factors, having an older delinquent brother was a disproportionately strong indicator of delinquency. Using complex statistical modeling, the researchers showed that the delinquent older sibling passes on his behavior via two main ways—fighting with younger siblings and bringing deviant friends home. Children who experienced these factors were 25 percent more likely to engage in such behaviors as physical violence, criminal activity, drug and alcohol use, and sexual activity.

Fighting, or what researchers call “sibling conflict,” includes physical conflict, yelling, nagging, and stealing a sibling’s belongings. Burraston and his colleagues found that when an older sibling was in grade school, the more he fought with a younger sibling, the more likely both siblings were to become delinquents in adolescence.

But don’t all brothers and sisters, but especially brothers, yell at each other and deliver at least an occasional jab? Yes, says Burraston, and parents should be concerned. While eliminating all conflict isn’t realistic, parents should take steps to reduce it as much as possible. Parents need to teach their children to resolve conflict without violence or intimidation. “The more the children fought with one another, the more apt they were when they were older to do deviant things when they hung out together.”
Double Gulp. I've always known that I felt it was important for my kids to get along. I wanted our home to be a place where they fit in, feel loved, and don't feel threatened. If they are fighting and picking on each other that can hardly feel like a happy and safe place to be.
The article goes on to explain some ineffective parenting techniques along with some effective ones. Let's just say I'm guilty of nattering and trying to mend my nattering ways. You must read the article to figure out what that means!
Sibling conflict is basically a form of antisocial behavior, says Burraston, and the antidote is pro-social skills. So rather than nagging at kids when they quarrel, parents need to give their kids tools for handling conflict.
That's something I never would have thought of: Sibling Conflict=Antisocial Behavior. I have to admit that is a good motivator for me to help my kids learn the tools for handling conflict with each other.
Burraston likes to remind LDS parents how serious this parental responsibility is by quoting King Benjamin’s sermon in the Book of Mormon: “And ye will not suffer your children that they . . . fight and quarrel one with another. . . . But ye will teach them to walk in the ways of truth and soberness; ye will teach them to love one another, and to serve one another” (Mosiah 4:14–15).
This is not a new problem. There has been sibling conflict since the beginning of man (think Cain & Abel). It was obviously a big enough problem that King Benjamin felt it necessary to address his people about it. I just hope that I can be a parent who gets it right and can teach them to truly love one another and to serve one another.