Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sweet Ride

Meet our newly purchased used car (name as yet to be determined--we are open for suggestions). You may be surprised we bought a new car, but I am sure you are not as surprised as we were. We had planned on holding out and not purchasing a new car until Ryan finished grad school...but our poor Camaro had other plans.

Hello, car.

Ryan wanted me to point out how many bodies could fit in the trunk.

We like our little Camry :) She's the first car we have owned that was built after the year 2000.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Monthly Reed: 9

The Sick One seems to be doing much better today, just in time for his nine-month birthday. His fever has gone done, he is actually playing instead of resting lethargically on me, and he has even smiled a few times.

Feeling well enough to play with the box the acetiminophen came in.

He gives very wet kisses and is most infatuated with his own reflection.

He likes to play with this basket. It makes cool noises.

He is very jealous of anyone or anything that is taking attention away from him.

Smoking jacket.

If you are on the floor with him, he will climb up you and use your face to support his standing.

Look closely and you can see his Reed Hawk.

Foods Reed likes to eat: everything. High on the list are peaches, bread, and anything mommy is eating. If I don't offer him a bite of what I have, I am assaulted with squeals of protest.

Climbing up me, trying to grab the camera.

He loves anything associated with him being in water.

The glass fakes him out all the time.

He likes hitting surfaces repeatedly with his hands and shaking things.


Ryan thought this hat was funny. As did Reed.

Noises Reed likes to make: "baba," "mama," "dada," (in that order); and a really weird squeal of delight that sounds like he is choking. He often makes this choking noise in public places, which causes me to receive a lot of looks (Why aren't you doing anything about your choking child?)

His arms have chub in the perfect places--they make him look ripped.

Mr. R. K. Hambly can pull himself up and cruise along the furniture. He has also perfected his crawl.

Happy nine months, Reed!

Friday, August 28, 2009

Starts with a "p." Ends with an "a." Any guesses?

I consider myself to be a paranoid mom. A paranoid person, really. But today I decided to change that. So when Reed "felt warm" to me today, I decided I was not going to overreact. About twenty minutes later, I decided that I would take his temperature "just to be sure." When the thermometer beeped at me, letting me know it had finally finished taking Reed's temperature, I was more than a little surprised to see the reading: 102.2*. Still trying to de-paranoid myself, I calmly looked in "The ABCs of Childcare" (thank you BYU Student Health Center) under "fever." The book told me that I should give Reed infant tylenol and wait a few days to see if the fever dropped before I took him to a doctor. No doctor's appointment--check.

A short time later, when I talked to Ryan on the phone, I casually mentioned Reed's temperature. He told me to call the doctor and at least talk to the nurse. Call the doctor, leave a message--check.

When the nurse called me back, she asked about Reed's breathing, which I described as rapid. She set up an appointment for Reed. Appointment set--check.

The doctor's office was surprisingly empty. We saw the doctor within 10 minutes. (This has never happened before. Ever.) He listened to Reed breathe for a very long time while I sat in my chair, feeling more foolish with each passing second. But then...

I'll spare you the doctor's explanation (this post is already long enough), but I will tell you that Reed is currently on an antibiotic to treat pneumonia. Yes, pneumonia. Pneumonia?! The doctor said that with Reed's symptoms, Reed has pnemonia "unless proved otherwise." And he could get worse--which we are praying doesn't happen. Poor baby has been burning up and lethargic all day. He has spent the majority of the day curled up on my lap. He isn't even smiling or giggling--definitely not our boy.

And in case you hadn't noticed, this is Reed's THIRD serious illness. First, bronchilioitis, then an ear infection (okay, not that serious, but still), and now pneumonia. Am I doing something wrong or is my child just susceptible to disease? Yikes.

In other news, we bought a car today to replace our dearly beloved Camaro, which decided to depart from the operational car world last week. 2001 Toyota Camry. Classy. Haha. But a solid car to see us through grad school.

This is what sick Reed looks like. Sad, I know.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Bare Bum Hambly

Handful. Out of control. Wiggly. Hyper. All good adjectives to describe our child. Lately, diaper changes have become the bane of our existence. He screams through the entire change if I dare to lay him down on his changing table. He is okay with any other location, but wiggles while I clean him up until he is free (seriously, you should try restraining him), then roams as far as he can before I catch him and re-diaper him. He's crazy. But at least his bare little bum looks cute while I watch him crawl away from me.

The Bare-Bum Bandit Himself.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Bare Bum has a new trick as of today: "cruising" along the furniture. Our lives are about to change dramatically...

(And to the Fongs--and anyone else who cares--pictures of our new place are coming soon. I have to remember to photograph Reed's room when he is awake)

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The dog ate his homework.

And he went back to school today:

Mr. Future CPA looks a touch nervous, no?

Saturday, August 22, 2009

I see your true colors


Reed likes to honor the Mexican within.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Don't kid yourself...

...you know he loves this:

"My momma calls me chubby, my daddy calls me chubby, even my little puppy dog calls me chubby..."

Monday, August 17, 2009

You might be a redneck if...

...your hometown has an annual demolition derby. And you go to it, surrounded by a mulleted, rat-tailed, beer-bellied, tatooed crowd. (Honestly, I don't know where these people came from. But they were there. In full force.)

Awaiting car carnage.

Said carnage.

More carnage.

Better luck next year, #88.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Splash Pad!

This morning we decided to venture to historic "downtown" St. George to visit the splash pad. Luckily, it wasn't too hot outside, so we got to enjoy ourselves without any accompanying heat exhaustion or sweat baths. And Reed loved the splash pad. He had a dandy time crawling through the water, trying to grab the foam around the waterfalls, and trying to catch the shooting water with daddy. I think we're going to start visiting the splash pad more often.

A little waterfall action.

Doesn't that just look like fun?

Crawling. At first, he was a little timid, but once he realized all was well, he crawled around everywhere.

Reed + Daddy = Splash Pad Love

Photo opp with mommy.

We didn't bring anything for Reed to change into post-splash pad. So he rocked his diaper ghetto/white trash style. I think Ryan was a little embarrassed when we took Reed into Judd's Old Fashioned Candy Store looking like this.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Adventures in Babysitting

Today was my first day babysitting for the J family. For the first two hours, I had Breckyn (4) and Ashlyn (5 months) in addition to Reed (8 months). For the last two, I added Jadyn (7) and friend Addie (also 7). It was a little crazy, but overall good. Reed wasn't used to sharing his mommy, but the attention he got from the other girls helped to make up for the decreased attention from mommy. I don't think I've ever been in charge of five kids at once before. Highlights:

Breckyn singing for me while strumming on a Hannah Montanna guitar. I'm not sure all the words she sang were actually words.

Jadyn wanting to replace holding Ashlyn, who was "too heavy" at a whopping 13 or so pounds, for holding twenty-plus-pound Reed.

Reed repeatedly trying to steal Ashlyn's bottle. Apparently every bottle in existence belongs to him.

Breckyn's dance to a song from High School Musical 3. She wanted to dance to a song "only Gabriella" sang. And she knew the name of every song and who sang it from listening to about the first 2 seconds. Seriously, we would be in the instrumental section--no one was singing yet--and she would know the song. Very impressive.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Employed (kind of)

As of yesterday, I am the new coach of the sophomore girls' volleyball team at Snow Canyon High School (which also happens to be my alma mater)! The job doesn't pay well, but I do get free sweats (warrior logos included) and shoes, so it's a pretty sweet deal. I am actually really excited. I have always wanted to be a coach and have long thought that I would make a better coach than player.

My baby sister, The Beak, will be on my team. Watch out, Beak. I finally have a chance for payback. Haha.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Listen to the Jam Master as he starts to rock*

Situation 1: When Reed was going down last night, he started crying with his I'm-not-okay-so-come-get-me wail. So I went to check on him. I noticed a dark spot on the sheet near his ear, which I thought could be tears or drool, but looked a little dark. I touched the spot, and when I held my hand up to the light, I realized it was blood. And then I realized it was pouring from his ear. Sweet. And awesome. I got him out, cleaned him up, stopped the bleeding, calmed him down, and put him back in bed. Here is my problem: When Reed gets upset, he grabs his ears. No matter how often I cut his nails, they still work for scratching. He won't keep baby "boxing gloves" on anymore. How do I prevent the bloodbath? Any suggestions?

Situation 2: Reed can go basically wherever he wants in his crib. And now that he can hold himself up on all fours, he can see over the bumper pads in his crib. When he wakes up and I go in to get him--or when he is supposed to be sleeping but is crying and I go in to check on him--and he sees me, he tries to use the bumper pads as a means of standing up. They are not sturdy enough to support all 20 + pounds of Reed, so they crumple, he hits his head on the bars, and then freaks out. Seeing him peek over the bumper pads is actually really cute until the series of unfortunate events that lead to him crying come about. Crazy boy.

Situation 3: Reed and Ryan have matching Run-D.M.C. shirts. Reed's is size 12 months but Mr. Chubs already fits into it perfectly. For your viewing pleasure:

Reed is pumped to have matching Run-D.M.C. shirts. Check out his excited arms.

Daddy likes to "eat" Reed's face.

"That tickles!"

"Mom, you're still watching, right? Dad and I are doing cool stuff!" (Okay, he really said "dad and me." I didn't want you to think he is illiterate so I cleaned up his language.)

*Lyrics from "Jam Master Jay." I'm not exactly a Run-D.M.C fan (surprisingly enough), so these lyrics could well be virtually unknown to the general population. Too bad Ryan isn't here to advise me on Run-D.M.C. culture. Full lyrics here. If you care that much.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Crazy Baby

Reed loves this big mirror at grandma's house.

He is usually pretty impressed with his own reflection. So vain.

He raised his arm in the air, then watched it intently as he moved it around. Look at his eyes in the picture--they are locked on the mirror image of his arm.

Reed learned how to crawl over a low post at grandma's by practicing on the coffee table. Apparently, he thought he was ready to move on to bigger and better obstacles. He didn't make it over, though, so he decided to suck on the bar instead.

This is what Reed does when he is excited. The accompanying noise? A squeal/scream, of course (basically, the same noise as his "scary laugh").

Half-in, half-out. A good way to go as far as pluggies are concerned.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Annie

On our actual anniversary, Ryan and I spent the night moving.

How romantic.

But the next night we had a fantastic evening.

Oh, you're wondering what we did?

First, we left Reed with our #1 babysitter: grandma. (Thanks!) Then we went to Troy's BBQ. Oh. My. Gosh. Best BBQ. EVER. Seriously. If you are ever in St. George and are at all a fan of barbequed deliciousness, you must go there. Call us first, though, so we can go with you. You won't be disappointed. It's wonderful. After we were thoroughly stuffed, we rolled ourselves out to the car to drive to Tuacahn.

Like Troy's, Tuacahn is something I think everyone should experience at least once--but preferably multiple times. In case you are curious, it is an outdoor ampitheatre set nearby Snow Canyon State Park in a natural canyon. The rocks are the classic St. George red. And the shows don't start until 8:30 p.m., so it's not too hot. And the plays: wow. Actors come from all over the country to be in these plays. And Tuacahn is becoming very well-known: Tuacahn is going to be the first stage off Broadway to be able to perform the play-version of Tarzan (coming next summer--look forward to it). Anyway, we were going to Tuacahn to see one of my all-time favorites: Annie.

The show was amazing, to say the least. The little girl who played Annie was perfectly cast. And she was only twelve! I could not have performed in front of so many people when I was twelve. My only problem with her was that she had a strange pronunciation of the word "tomorrow" (as in "the sun will come out tomorrow"). You could just hear her voice coach drilling her on the "proper" way to sing "tomorrow." (I wish she had sung it improperly. But we can't have everything we want.)

You could say it was the perfect evening. I would.


The lovebirds on their anniversary.

(I will be posting a series of catch-up posts over the next week. And once we get totally unpacked, I will post pictures of our new place, per the Fong family's request.)

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

We've been MIA from the blogging world...

We moved! And are working on unpacking box after box after box....


I love his face.