Saturday, May 28, 2011

The end of an era -- times three

Era #1 = The school year

This past week marked the end of the school year for Derek and it's been so nice having him home a little more. Although most people assume he will be swimming in time this summer since he's a teacher, that is not the case -- nor has it ever been, unfortunately. He'll be working on master's classes as well as assisting with a couple of grants with the school district so his schedule will actually be similar to the rest of the year. Even still, we're looking forward to whatever down time we can find.
We decided to celebrate the beginning of summer break with an impromptu frozen yogurt trip with our friends the Marshalls. Mmmmm... love those summertime treats!

Lydia on her way to get a treat. She looks like a little diva! I love how girly she likes to be lately with her purse, sunglasses, phone and baby. She looks like she's out for a night on the town, even though she is in her PJs.

Enjoying Golden Spoon. One of my many yogurt favs.


Era #2 = Me and my Honda



It's been a good ride but unfortunately, my time with my Honda came to an abrupt end when I was rear ended a several weeks ago. Although I was completely innocent (I was stopped at a red light, minding my own business) I sustained quite a bit of damage when a guy ran into a woman on a mo-ped, who in turn ran into me.

Obviously the biggest tragedy is the woman on the mo-ped but as far as I know she is doing OK. The second biggest tragedy in all this is the fact that the perpetrator's insurance decided that rather than repairing my vehicle they would declare it totaled.

Here's how ignorant I am on this subject. I seriously thought to total a vehicle you had to have been in a seriously bad accident -- like be extracted with the jaws of life or something. My car was still perfectly drivable -- in fact I drove it for several weeks while the insurance company did their thing. Apparently I was wrong. You can total a vehicle by being rear-ended by someone on a mo-ped.


The damage.
See, it looks repairable, right?




After dealing with several annoyances with the insurance company and haggling about how much money they should have to give me, I got a check and they sent a tow truck.

Goodbye little Honda! It's been a good 9 years.


Next up, the hunt for a new vehicle. We're in the market for a midsize crossover type vehicle, low miles and low price :) If you hear of anything, let me know.

Era # 3 = The binky

Look closely at this picture.


Notice anything missing? Like the entire binky portion of the binky?
Apparently Lydia doesn't notice, or at least she doesn't mind.

We've been threatening to cut the binky (literally and figuratively) for months now, but something always came up to derail our plans. Usually a vacation or something.
We've had her weaned down to only using the pacifier at bedtime and naps since November, so I haven't been too worried. Its not like she's wandering around with it in her mouth all day.

Still, it was time.

She tricked us a few weeks ago by not even asking for it at bedtime two nights in a row and so we didn't give it to her. She slept fine without it. Then after two days, she was asking for it again.
Finally, last week, we did what many people (including our pediatrician) suggested: snipping off the end. Apparently by cutting off the tip of the piece that goes in their mouth it diminishes the pleasure of sucking on the binky, thereby making them no longer want to use the thing.

Lydia didn't get the memo on that one.

Oh sure, she knows its different. We talk about how it is broken and she readily agrees. She says "boke" and nods her head. But when we suggest throwing it in the trash, she grabs hold of it tightly and shakes her head.
So, we kept snipping. Every night a little more, thinking that soon it would be more annoying to try to hold in her mouth.

She is not annoyed. Although it no longer goes in her mouth. She just wants to hold it.
Am I wrong in thinking that we really HAVE left binky era, even though she still holds it in her hand? Its not like its hurting her mouth development or anything at this point. To me it seems no different than the blanket which she also likes to have in bed. So in a way I feel successful... but not quite.

I guess this is an era that is ending but not totally ended.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Week at Grandma's

Part of the wedding festivities included several days at Grandma and Grandpa Grady's between the reception and the open house. Since Mike, Kevin and Derek all had to go back to work right after the wedding day, Karen, Leslie and I had a few days as the "single wives" club. With four children under age 4 clamoring through the house as we tried to ready the place for the open house, suffice it to say it was a crazy week.
Crazy, but so great.
Lydia absolutely loved playing with her cousins. And although she started using words like "my" as she grabbed toys away from Dylan (younger than her by 8 months) they all seemed to enjoy their time together.

Colin or "Cah" as Lydia calls him

Whee!
Lunch at Hermie's. A Grady sibling fav
Enjoying the open house while staying out of the way
Mmmmm...
Helping Grandma plant flowers
Mom and Lydia ready for church

One of the aunt Leslies with Colin and Lydia
The newlyweds opening some of their gifts.
It was an exhausting week...
...But no rest of the weary. A couple of days in St. George and then we had Karen, Dylan and Kate come for a visit. It was too short, but so fun to have them at our house for a day.

Playing "school" in the garage.

We love our family! So fun to see everybody!

Saturday, May 21, 2011

A new member of the family

Last week my baby brother became the fourth and final Grady sibling to get married, making his bride, Leslie Ann Willes Grady, the newest member of the family!

Mr. and Mrs. Brian Grady

The wedding provided the context for the first full family gathering in quite some time. We had a great time the night before the big day -- swimming, talking and eating at the hotel.

The cousins playing chicken

Then on May 10, the happy couple entered the Mount Timpanogos LDS Temple to be married. What a happy day!

My parents with Brian and Leslie Ann
Karen, Lisa, Leslie Ann, Brian and Kevin

The Grady Family

Dylan, Kate and Lydia

The luncheon tables

What would a wedding be without yummy food?

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day

Today at church I received my first little kid mom gift. You know, the kind of gift your child makes for you (heavily aided by their teacher if they are Lydia's age). I've seen these kinds of gifts floating around and I've never thought too much of them, but when Lydia came back from nursery at church with these two little gifts, it just melted my heart. Especially when I turned the picture of Lydia around and saw a cute little handprint.
I tip my hat to the nursery leaders in our ward. And a special thanks to my sweet little girl!


The rest of the day was spent napping (a shortened version since apparently Lydia loves me so much on Mother's Day she can't stand to be away from me for a lengthy nap and she woke up early), eating a delicious dinner and finishing up these crafts for Derek's and my mothers. I think they turned out pretty cute.


It's a very small token of my gratitude and love for my wonderful mother. I am so lucky to have such a great example of motherhood in my life! I love you mom!

Oh, and for future blog posts, I am excited to be able to use this new camera. Thanks honey!

Friday, May 6, 2011

21 today!

Lydia turned 21 today... 21 months that is :)

Derek didn't find my humor about this "21st birthday" very funny since we are both in awe of how quickly she is growing up. Believe me, I am NOT wishing her youth away. She is at such a fun age!

Even still, I couldn't help but note her "landmark" birthday with a few photos. Beyond that it was just a normal day: dressing up in mommy's shoes (she picked hiking boots today), perfecting her ability to climb on mom and dad's bed, story time at the library, errands with mom and dad and dinner and family time this evening.




One thing is certain, neither Derek, nor I can get enough of this little one.


Thursday, May 5, 2011

Sans shoes


Some days, I really do love my job. Actually most days I do. Of course it’s hard to leave Lydia with a sitter for three days, but since my income is a necessary part of our lives I am grateful to at least be doing something I truly enjoy. For me, it’s the variety that makes a reporter's life so exciting.

Take last Tuesday for example. I spent the morning with a man who was celebrating his 80th birthday by riding along in the Allied Waste garbage truck because he used to own a sanitation company. (story here). He and his family were so cute. That afternoon I learned how to correctly apply the latest style of eye makeup, thanks to a spunky Lancome woman at Dillard's. (Article has not yet run).

Talk about variety. And that is not an unusual day.

This week one story assignment took me on an unexpected adventure as I went on a jog with a local marathon runner to learn how to run sans shoes.

That’s right, this man is part of a small but growing group of runners who have decided it is better for their bodies to run with completely barefoot.

When I first heard about the story I assumed they meant “barefoot” in the sense that they were wearing those funky finger-toe shoes, but I was wrong. Some of these runners wear those shoes on occasion but the bulk of the time this man has nothing between his feet and the road.

He was so enthusiastic about his sport that he invited me to come along and although I was a little bit nervous, I said I would.

We met at one of the paved trails in St. George, with a staff photographer in tow, for a brief lesson on how to gradually work your feet – and your body – into barefoot running.

The moment I removed my shoes I felt more youthful. I can’t remember the last time I walked around outside without shoes (except in front of my house) but I’m sure I was much younger. He showed me how to land on the ball of my foot first, rather than the heel, then we took off on a short jog.

The key, he told me, is to start off running short distances, which was good for me. I was a little intimidated to be running next to a man who is training for next year’s Ironman, a man who has already run two marathons with no shoes. Luckily, he was really nice, assuring me he was very capable of running slowly. He kept an easy pace and, since he was doing all the talking he was the one who sounded winded, not me.

I thought it would hurt my feet but it was surprisingly painless. Seriously, it’s one of those things I guess you just have to try because I was quite skeptical as well. It’s best to start on paved, relatively flat surfaces but eventually these people move their way up to running on dirt/rocky trails. It’s amazing.

And his feet didn’t even look like caveman feet or anything – which I thought they might.

There is one hazard to the sport: My feet were incredibly dirty when I got home. Nothing a little soap and water wouldn’t cure though.