Sunday, June 28, 2009
It's time for me to describe the disaster of Adriel's birthday party. He's three now, I've had to do it three times, you'd think I'd get better at it, but this year was the worst yet.
It all started with the cake. Adriel said he wanted a chocolate cake with white icing. So the plan was, chocolate cake mix and I would make cream cheese icing to go on it. How hard does that sound? The night before his party, while we were on our date, we picked up the cake mix. We came home and I quickly mixed it up and put it in the oven thinking I'd get some of the work done the day before to save me some of the headache on the actual party day. I wasn't that lucky though. After a while Kyle said "Sarah, something's burning." "Oh no!" I leapt up and ran to the kitchen. Sure enough. Apparently, I had put the oven rack in upside down without realizing and there was a ledge in the middle that tipped one of the pans causing there to be cake ALL over my oven floor, caking onto the burner, dripping off of both racks and making a terrible burning smell. WHY?
Every year there is always SOMETHING with the cake!! The first year I made him carrot cake. I went to moms and hurried to write down her recipe and forgot the baking soda. I didn't think much about it until the cake was ready to come out of the oven and hadn't risen at all. That time I only had baby carrots and didn't have a food processor so I grated FOUR cups of carrots by hand! Bewildered because I didn't have time to do it all again, I phoned mom and told her I was having a crisis. She made the cakes for me. The next year, I decided to make carrot cake again. What of it? I really like carrot cake. Everthing was fine until Adriel who was playing with the broom just as we were leaving to go to his party, decided to drag the broom through the cake. AHHH! Then there was this year.
So I had to go the next morning to get another cake. Kyle was gone in the truck and it turns out our car is having battery issues. I had to walk. Not a huge deal because I had some time. Well I was out running an errand when the cakes were finished baking in the oven, in Anns car and Ann took the liberty to not only remove them from the oven, but also the pan while they were still really hot, and she totally broke one. This was frusterating because I wasn't expecting her to do that, and after all I'd been through with the cake, if someone were going to break it, it had to be me, because I can get mad at myself. Oh well, I'll just put that one on the bottom, I thought to myself, after getting over it. So then came time for the icing. I bought marshmellow cream to mix in with it. I thought it would be yummy. Well it seemed to give the icing this runnier conistency. I kept adding cream cheese and icing sugar to make it thicker, but it wasn't happening. It tasted good, but because my cake was now three round circles high (I kept one from the night before, because it was still good), it was just falling off. I finally gave up because I ran out of cream cheese and it seemed a little thicker. Well I didn't just want the icing, i wanted to put strawberries on too. That seemed like a yummy idea but it just made the icing fall off even more, and because of the broken piece, the cake was a little lopsided, causing all the icing and strawberries to fall off and goop onto a big pool around the cake. I kept having to scoop it up and slop it back onto the top and sides, causing the white icing to turn pink, and to cover the pretty strawberry bits so that they just looked like lumps. It looked terrible! I took a picture, but for some reason, my memory chip isnt working right now.
So that was the cake.
All week I had been worried about the weather, but we woke up to sunshine on Saturday. The weather forcast had said isolated showers. Whatever that means. Slowly as the day progressed it turned into clouds. When it came time to go, the clouds were pretty dark. I didn't really have a back up plan either. I didn't want to come back to my house because of the cake thing, it was really sort of a war zone. Not ready for guests at all. We got there and started setting up. It wasn't just cloudy, it was really windy and cold. Oh I forgot to mention that the party was taking place at the water park. It seemed like a good idea at the time we planned it because that's when it was really really hot out and Adriel loves the water park sooo much. Kyle and I were sort of laughing at ourselves as we set up saying things like "yup a perfect day to lounge around at the water park" or "nothing like a strong gust of cold wind to get you in the mood to get wet" I was fully dressed and wearing a sweater and I was cold. However, the kids all went in or a brief while, surprisingly. It was soooo cold. The clouds got darker. Also there weren't very many people there. Just leah and her kids and a boy we invited from Adriel's mother goose. Then the rain came. My poor cake after all it had been through, was now getting rained on. I was trying to think of where we could go, because we were'nt going to stay in the rain. Leah suggested the church, which sounded fine for me. I called Katie, who wasn't there yet (and we were 45 mins into the party). She wasn't home. I knew she had forgotten. I phoned the cell and she answered. They were shopping at Supterstore, and she said she'd meat us at the church. I believe one of the first things I heard from her was a comment about the cake. She laughed when I told her about my cake woes and said the same sorts of things always happen to her too. We decided that maybe it was because we only make cakes a few times a year.
At the church, we played with a parachute that Ann brought in the gym. The kids loved it. Then they ran around and played for a while. Adriel was running, and stepped on the parachute, as one could imagine, the combonation of the slippery parachute with the gym floor resulted in a wipe out. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, and I was holding Sloan, but I ran over to him, and blood was pooring out of his mouth. Kyle was in the hallway having a conversation, and I gave him a look and he came over and said "What do you want me to do?" hello!? I said "he's bleeding, you need to take him and clean him up, or at least take Sloan, so I can do it. " There was brief hesitation and he turned to me and took Sloan. Nice. But I didn't have time to worry about the fact Daddy wasn't being very daddy-ish because blood was really coming out. So I carefully carried him to the bathroom. I was wearing a white zip up of course. It took a while to finally figure out that he was bleeding from the inside of his top lip because he wasn't all that keen on me probing through his mouth. I rolled his top lip up and there were two gashes from his bottom teeth. Poor kid. At his own party too. I cleaned him up, and his mouth, and he got over it. His top lip was fast becoming fat though.
The rest of the party went pretty normally. Kids ran around and played with Adriel's new toys. Adults sat around and talked. We cleaned up and came home. Did I make dinner? No. Wasn't hungry and didn't feel like it.
I'm just glad it's over. I have to get better at this!
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Sarahstottle posted @ 7:35 PM
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Well I was just gonna come on here quickly to write SOMETHING because it needs to be done. I thought to myself "why don't I just blip on and write something." Clearly I read the first sentence of Amy's blog entitled "hotfoot" one too many times, and now the term "blip" pops into my head frequently.
Life for me has been challenging. Kyle's been going back to school, and with work and his church callings, he's soooo busy. I'm not sure what to think of the whole thing because he's going back to school full time in the fall, right now he's just upgrading with two classes. It's going to get worse. Honestly, it's only been a few months, and I can't imagine 4-6 years of it!! I try to be supportive, but sometimes I just get frustrated and down right complain. Who me? complain? ha! I wish I was better at not complaining. I wish I was more positive.
I'm still finding being the mother of two challenging too. I'm never on top of things. Some days I just feel lazy and overwhelmed at all the things I should be doing and have to do. It's so rewarding to be a mom, but I have just found the transition from one child to two to be so huge. I'm still waiting to feel like I have things under control, like I'm organized. Sloan has gotten into a terrible sleep habit that I have no idea how to fix. He wakes up every one to two hours, sometimes he'll only sleep for a half hour. He nurses and then goes back to bed. My sleep is constantly interrupted until I finally give in (any time between 4-5) and bring him into bed with me, which is what I know he wants all along. He wakes up in his crib and doesn't like being alone, doesn't like that he doesn't know where I am. But I want him to have his own bed. I like having my own space when I sleep. I dont know what to do!!! I don't know what I have done wrong either. I mean, for a couple of months he was sleeping so well, waking up once, or not at all until morning. I don't know what I did to wreck him. It's so exhausting for me to go through that at night and then get up and be a mom to Adriel too during the day. If I'm lucky and I get them both to bed at the same time, I get to nap too.
Adriel has been soo cute. He's been such a joy to have around. He keeps me company in everything I do. He plays on his own so well, and loves to help Sloan. He's so sweet, he comes up to me and says "I want a hug, Mommy." I realize this time with him is so precious, he's growing and changing so fast. The other day he told me that he didn't want to turn three, he wants to stay two and a half. He continues to wow me with new vocabulary and all that he can say. It's his birthday tomorrow. The sad part is that his birth, and him as a newborn has grown so dim for me already, and it's only been three years. I think it's partly because the film we had in our camera to take pictures of him when he was born and the first month and a bit turned out to be double exposed, so I don't even have pictures. It's crazy to think that in another three years, he'll be six. I can't imagine being mother to a six year old.
What was life like before kids? I have no idea. I can't remember all that well.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 8:03 PM
Saturday, June 06, 2009
I'm up, I'm up...but I sure don't want to be. I feel like my life lately is one big tired lack of enough sleep. Especially uninterrupted sleep. It's just not happening for me. Sloan wakes up ALL the time in his crib. He wants to sleep with me. If I were a single mom, that would be ok, but I'm not. Kyle and Sloan and I don't all fit in the bed well, plus I just don't get a very good sleep stuck in one position. I wake up all stiff and cramped. I don't know how long I can wake up every hour or so, and then be a nice mommy to Adriel the next day. I mean, we all know what I'm like when I don't get enough sleep. My poor family.
Anywho. My phone has been disconnected. Yesterday I was a spoiled brat about getting a new one. My poor husband and the things he has to put up with. My new one is hot pink. I like it. I was really wishy washy about the whole phone thing. I'd never been free to pick out my own before.
So these are some recent pics of our lives lately. These ones I took of Adriel after church because I thought he looked so cute in his sweater vest. He's SO hard to take a picture of now a days. Either he won't look at me, or he says cheese in a loud voice but doesn't smile. He just has a weird face instead. AND he's always moving.
I can't help it, I love this one.
And here's the latest of Sloan. He's getting so chubby. I just had him weighed- 15 pounderoos. He's rolling and moving all around now. I can't believe how fast he's growing up. Wasn't he just born? I thought Adriel grew fast, but Sloan's time has gone by even faster. He plays with toys and quite often is attempting to devour a whole fist at a time.
Ma two boys.
I love Sloan's face in this one.
Daddy and son having a cuddle before bed. Adriel's face was painted, if you were wondering. He asked for a red triangle.
I always slick Adriel's hair back when it's wet in order to get it to dry the way I want. I decided to try and capture it on film. This is an example of the faces he makes for me when I get the camera out.
He's my silly boy!
He almost looks like he's going to the bathroom in this one.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 7:24 AM