Year and a Half

Wilson turned 18 months yesterday. He's an alright kinda kid. He's funny, energetic, and LOVES his dad.He can talk a little, but won't say mom or dad. His words include "hi" "bye" "cheese" "fishes" and I think he says "what's that?".He loves to dance, play with any ball he sees, and watches basketball and golf on TV with dad. He'll even say "whoaaaaa!" for a long drive (golf) or a slam dunk.

We went to the doctor today. He's a tall, skinny kid with a big head.

Weight: 22.9 lbs. 13%

Height: 32.5 in. 57%

Head: 19.1 in. 71%

Lately he's been really clingy around strangers. Apparently letting nurses measure your head is torture, and sitting on the scale is terrifying.  He's pretty cute, so I guess we'll keep him for a while.

Pops Comes Home!

My dad and Nancy have been in Hong Kong for the last 18(ish) months on a mission and they came home today. They had a short layover in Salt Lake before going home to Arizona so I coordinated it so they could finally meet Wilson. Wilson was born just a month after they left, so they have only seen him through Skype.

Unfortunately, I was a half hour later from when I thought their plane landed and the flight actually landed a half hour early. By the time got to the baggage claim, there wasn't enough time for them both to come out with their luggage.  So only Pops got to come out and meet little man.

Wilson was being shy so he wouldn't let Pops hold him, but he sat on my lap and.... wouldn't look at him either. Oh dear. But once my dad pushed him around in the stroller he.... still wouldn't let him hold him. But my dad did get to kiss him on the forehead a couple of times. Finally Pops just took him so I could get a picture and this was the result. Hopefully when we see you in a month he'll warm up a little quicker.

Sick Little Man

Wilson guy is sick for the first time. I mean really sick. He's had the occasional cold and runny nose, but this morning I walked in his room overwhelmed by the smell of vomit. I feel horrible because I don't know when it happened. We don't turn the monitor on anymore at night, and ever since we rearranged our room I can't here him crying across the hall at all.

So this is the first time I've ever had to deal with vomit other than my own. Let me tell ya, I don't do so well. I'm like my mom that way. I remember one time she threw my 5 month old niece in front of her to shield another grandchild from throwing up on her. Hilarious. I've draped myself with blankets and towels so I'm good. I've even got a bucket to throw him over if he starts gagging.

Poor kid has no idea what's going in with him. I just feel so bad. Oh, and totally unprepared.

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Gross City

Many of you know we have two dogs... Many of you know I'm not very fond of these two dogs. They shed everywhere and I can't seem to get rid of their hair no matter how often I clean. My mom used to say she would never eat food from other peoples houses that had animals because there was inevitably hair in it. I am that house. Gross. But this story has nothing to do with food. Luckily.

So guess what. I came home today to Ryan.... Washing the dogs.... WITH Wilson. Uhhhhhh...

1. The smell was horrendous.  Wet dog is possibly the worst smell in the world. 

2. The dogs were FILTHY.

3. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't come home during this atrocious act. 

This picture is after the water had drained from the tub. Notice the DIRT and HAIR everywhere? I'm gagging thinking about it. So I made Ryan clean and sanitize the the tub before bathing Wilson for real. Lets just hope he hasn't ever done this before when I haven't caught him in the act.

Insane Ramblings

I have an irrational fear of lightning and thunder. I blame it on watching the movie Poltergeist as a kid. You know the part where her dad (er mom, it's been a long time) tells her how far away the lightning is from them by counting the seconds between the flash and the thunder? And then as she sits in her bed curled up in a ball terrified, she counts and it gets closer and closer... and THEN the tree comes in through the window and grabs her. TERRIFIES me. I also attribute my fear to two wonderful Aunts that are irrational themselves. As a kid we would spend our summers in Mexico where my mom grew up, and there were fantastic lightning storms there. My aunts would huddle everyone in the center of the house and freak out if someone had a tin can or metal earrings near them. We had laughed at them then, but I've somehow turned into that person. Especially since having a kid.

So there was a huge thunderstorm here last night (as most of you know) that woke me up at three in the morning. I did my counting thing and quickly found out that it was close. Real close. I couldn't go back to sleep. I just coward in my bed... counting. Freaking out. Finally it woke Ryan up and he got up to close the window... I sheepishly asked if he knew of my irrational fear. In his drugged haze he said he did... and then he held my hand until I finally fell asleep. Oh, after I had to cover my eyes with a pillow so I couldn't see the flashing lightning through my closed eyes. Puh-thetic.

Trips

At the beginning of March I flew with Wilson down to Arizona to hang out with my family. It was then I vowed I would never take another trip without Ryan. Flying with a toddler is a whole new animal that almost broke me. Not that Wilson is a particularly hard child, just that he did not want to just sit on my lap and be still. I think the best part was when he decided sitting on the strangers lap next to us was a better option than his own mother. So he took his blanket, books and snacks, put them in the ladies lap and stuck his arms out to her. Nice.

But I digress.

We did a family trip to Arizona this last week that was sooooo much better. Having Ryan there makes all the difference. We stayed in a hotel for most of the trip. Ryan got to go golfing twice, Wilson got to play with his cousins, and I got to go to Neds Krazy Sub. It was everything I wanted.

This is little man enjoying the weather.

Wilson enjoys rolling around on the floor growling. It's fairly entertaining.

And Wilson wearing his fabulous new shirt from H&M. I can't believe it took this long for them to finally come to Utah. Downside: everyone in Utah will be wearing the same thing. All in all, he's a good kid, and I like him A LOT.

How Sad

Good Story:

So a couple of years ago  (or more) Ryan was cleaning out some of his stuff from his parents storage room. He found all his missionary journals and brought them back to the house. Being the nosey noser-son I am, I asked him if I could read them.... (for some reason I felt justified at the time. I swear a general conference talk said that husbands should share journals with wives...) He was adamant that I didn't read them, which made me even more curious, so he hid them.

Fast Forward to today. the past couple of days it's been hard for me fall asleep because I can't stop thinking about how dirty my house is. So this morning I concocted a plan to get started on de-grossing everything. One of those plans involved re-arranging our room because I couldn't take it anymore, and moving a dresser out of our room. So I enlisted Ryan to help me move everything around, but before he could he had to take the journals he had hid UNDER the dresser and find a new hiding spot.

How sad (and gross) is it that Ryan hid something under a dresser KNOWING that I would never move it to clean behind or underneath. I'm a failure as a housekeeper.

And just so you know, it was GROSS behind there. Dust City.