Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Its lonely being a Blues Man

Preston bought Jaxon a harmonica a few months ago, and Jaxon finally figured it out yesterday. He's already got his "Blues stance" down; leg ever-so-casually propped on a gate, leaning back against a wall (I think he needs to incorporate the two-handed harmonica hold/lean-in with closed eyes, but we'll work on that)... John Popper, watch out!

Also a picture from yesterday morning, he decided to start the day by rubbing my tummy and saying "hello" to the new baby (via belly-button-megaphone (so that's what belly-buttons are for, thinks I!)). We've been asking him if its a baby brother or a baby sister, and he usually just repeats whichever we asked last... but this time, he informed me that its an alligator. With teeth. Yikes.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

My favorite home video

I was browsing through some old videos and found this one of Jaxon, age 7 months. Seriously, I wish I had been in to blogging back then, we captured a lot of good stuff. I call this video "T-Rex"--he has a big head and little arms.

In other words, I guess I can't wait to do this all over again!

Monday, October 27, 2008

...and then there were four

Introducing Baby O'ahu.

Apparently we brought home an extra souvenir from Hawaii.

The Ruiz Family--because what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas... and sometimes you bring home a little more "Aloha Spirit" than expected.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Another story

This video was taken the same day as the one featured two posts ago. I initially didn't plan on posting both, since this clip doesn't contain as much translatable dialogue, but I still think its darling. I apologize for the quality of the video, but both were taken with my cell phone. One day I'll get around to buying real equipment.

Jaxon's Recommended Reading:

Detective Dinosaur by James Skofield (featured in today's post) and There's Something There! by Mercer Mayer (featured in yesterday's post).

Actually, I'd save "Detective Dinosaur" for children learning to read on their own, we picked it up off a bargain table at Barnes and Noble without looking at it, and the dialogue is really written for new readers--it definitely isn't my favorite set of bedtime stories. Jaxon loves the pictures, though.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


Bryan shaved his head for Uncle Ray, who started his Chemo and Radiation therapy a few weeks ago.
If you're in Cottonwood this Sunday evening, the family is throwing a benefit dinner to raise money for Uncle Ray and his two children, we will be down for the day to attend. I'm not sure what's on the menu, but it'll be good, and there is plenty of live entertainment scheduled. Contact me for ticket information, I believe they are $10--I can put you in touch with the right people. I will try to update everyone with additional fund-raisers, I was notified too late about a carwash that was held last Saturday.

Jaxon tells a story

Monday, October 20, 2008


The chocolate chip peanut Odwalla Bar. Oh, how can I measure the amount of devotion here? My breakfast has never felt so... chocolate-and-peanutty.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Toddler OCD strikes again

We bought some Halloween candy a few weeks ago to stock the "chocolate bowl" that is a popular fixture in my kitchen, and thus--Jaxon discovered a taste for Reese's Pieces.
A few nights ago, after he ate almost all his dinner and asked politely for some candy, I gave in and let him have a fun-sized baggie of Reeses Pieces. It was while passing through the kitchen a few minutes later that I first recognized a strange pattern...
The next night, Jaxon discovered once again that eating almost all of your dinner and politely asking for a snack works--and this time, I watched him like a hawk. The following photo evidence confirms my earlier suspicions:

How he comes by such strangeness, we will never know.

I'm not dead

I actually had a certain family member call me last night to make sure everyone was okay because I "haven't blogged lately", which made me laugh. :) I won't mention names, but I love you, Tara.
And so, to reassure everyone--I shall blog. (Just don't tell Preston, I'm supposed to be working right now--but IMX's fantastic proprietary software is basically flipping me the bird this morning).
I need to dig all the way back to last weekend for blog material, and after a search through some unpacked boxes in the garage for the cord thingy for my camera, I can also provide pictures...
We hit the road early Saturday morning for Snowflake to visit the whole family for Avery and Erin's birthdays. Now... in case anyone reading this doesn't know already, Miss Erin has found her soulmate--one Brent Willis, who being the awesome dude that he is, brought a Shetland pony to the party for the kids. Jaxon, Landon and Tristan spent a good half-hour or so wearing poor Bob out, demanding rides and refusing to let the poor pony eat in peace.

Front to back: Jaxon, Tristan, Landon and Uncle Shawn leading

Jaxon and Uncle Shawn

And then, Mom demanded a family picture--which sucked, because nobody was warned beforehand and so I know I wasn't the only one donning last year's thermal shirt that is functional, but not necessarily stylish--as well as wind-abused hair that was pulled into a hair clip to keep myself looking like a hedgehog (okay, maybe I was the only one...)

Back row, left to right: Preston, Me, Jennifer, Avery, Tara, Will, Erin

Front row, right to left: Tristan, Shane, Landon, Mom, Shawn, Jaxon

We had a great time visiting, and wish we could have stayed longer!

A Happy Fuzzy Slipper Friday to all... here they are, checking out the back yard--which is where I expect to spend the majority of the weekend... cleaning. Notice the hose that a certain hound has been playing with? And they toys strewn about? And the shrubs that require trimming? And the porch that needs sweeping...?

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Happy 19th!

Dear Erin,
I remember coming home from school 19 years ago and talking to Mom on the phone. She told me I had a new baby sister, and her name was Erin.
"Erin? That's a boy's name."
"It can be a girl's name too, Heather."
Whatever, like Mom knows better than me, right?
Anyway, I remember driving to the Hospital later with Dad, Tara and Jen to see you and Mom, and I remember agonizing over the shirt I was going to wear to meet my new baby sister in (I think I settled on a teal shirt), and I remember seeing you for the first time. You were all arms and legs and fingers and toes and beautiful.
You've been so much fun over the years. Your sassy attitude started early. We all know the stories about how your name wasn't Erin, it was Honey--and that you wore my red dress (so maybe, just maybe I fostered your inner fashionista... take that, Tara!). And we all remember how much you loved Ariel.
We're all so proud of you, and how far you've come. We know you're going to do great things, and be fashionable all the way there.
Your big sister, Heather

Friday, October 10, 2008

Fuzzy Slipper Friday and Parenting 101

Parenting tips:

Give your child clear instructions.
"Jaxon, you're gonna clean today. Okay?"

Following through is everything.

And when they refuse, find an escape-proof time-out spot. Like Alcatraz. Or this:

Happy Fuzzy Slipper Friday! Here are my fuzzy slippers, reading the third novel in the Twilight Series, which is funny because it's exactly what I wish I were doing...

Legal Stuff:

The author doesn't really condone locking children in a kennel with the dog as a punishment. He got scrubbed with bleach had a bath shortly after the picture was taken... and yes, his laundry gets done--his shirt was an unfortunate victim of breakfasting.

Cuteness overload

I can't wait to see these kids tomorrow.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Happy First!

Dear Avery,
A year ago today, your Auntie Heather was in Las Vegas--packing boxes and taping boxes and marking boxes and generally occupying her mind with everything boxes. And then, your Grandma called to say that your Mama was in the Hospital. Well, Auntie wasn't initally too concerned that she was going to miss the birth of Trezise baby #3, since it was almost a month before your due date, so we waited to hear that your Mama was being sent home after a case of paranoia. And then a few hours later, Auntie answered another of Grandma's calls.
"Heather? It's a girl, she's beautiful. They're both okay." And I could hear you crying in the background.
And suddenly, I had a niece. A much, much hoped-for niece. We love your big brothers so very much, but we all knew that deep down, your Mommy and Daddy were hoping for a little girl.
I don't remember the rest of the phone call, but I remember crying a lot. In fact, I think Uncle Preston was beginning to worry until I was able to croak out "A girl" (and then he realized it was just those Willoughby hormones).
Miss A, Sister Friend, Avery Lou Who... we all adore you, we adore those big blue eyes and your chubby little cheeks, we delight in your little piggy tails and your adorable outfits, and how much your Mommy loves to dress you up. We love your sassiness and how very intelligent you are, we admire the naughty things you do, and we get a kick out of how you have the entire family wrapped around your little fingers. We have had so much fun watching you grow in the last year, although you've been in a couple of rough scrapes--you've come through it all with flair. You're a beautiful little girl, and we can't wait to see what the future brings for you. Happy First Birthday!
Your Auntie Heather

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Proud Auntie strikes again!

Target: Amanda Lee aka "Punkinhead"
Age: Approx. 9 mos.
Weight: Itty Bitty
Height: Teeny Weeny
Hair: Blonde; in a sproutlet
Shoe size: N/A [Play-dough feet, not made for shoes]
Additional Notes: Kissable, smoochable cheeks, subject is known to make motor boat noises and pass off a counterfeit squeak as a genuine cry. Weaknesses include animal crackers and Sesame Street. Believed to be the current leader of "Operation cutatooth". Known to hang out at "Grandma's House". Weapon of choice: Doughboy Giggle. Use caution when approaching.

Friday, October 3, 2008

6 Quirks

Okay, I was tagged a few days ago by my cousin, and again yesterday by my sister, to blog about 6 of my quirks.
I've been mulling it over. Do we really want to go there?
Okay, we'll go there.

1. It drive me crazy[ier than usual] if cabinet doors are left open or junk is left on the counter. Seriously. Do it, and I'll pull your spleen out through your nostril.

2. I bite my nails. Gross, I know. Moving on...

3. I don't think I'm necessarily "hard of hearing", but I have a hard time following conversations sometimes--and when I realized I've missed something my brain scrambles trying to figure out what's going on, and I usually miss the rest of what's being said. So if you're talking to me, and I'm just standing there all squiggly-eyed, that's what's going on. Or I'm having a seizure and you should get help.

4. All my clothes have to be hung up in the same direction, hanger facing to the left... which is actually probably backwards, but that's how I do it and it makes me mad when someone forgets...

5. Nothing turns me into a shaking ball of nerves faster than driving. I hate, hate, hate to drive.

6. The famous one. I won't share milk, or anything that may even look like it might have milk in it. There's a completely irrational voice inside my head that tells me milk is a great breeding ground for germs and bacteria and all sorts of nasty things--which are fine if they're mine, but yours might kill me.

Okay, well those were the ones I could think of off the top of my head. And uh, as far as tagging other people... if you want to disclose 6 of your quirks, go ahead. It might be fun.

Oh, and happy FSF. No fuzzy slipper pictures today because I worked all day, and I'm tired.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Ask and ye shall recieve...

By request, more Proud Auntie Pictures!

Isn't he just yummy? I have been having dreams of holding this kid! The fuzzy hair, the dark little newborn eyes, the cute little button nose, the kitten cry, that perfectly soft newborn skin, the tiny hands and feet and fingers and toes and sweet baby milk breath... The way they just melt into you when you hold them, and the way you can't seem to find a bone in their soft little body when you kiss them, they're so smooshy... I miss everything mushy and sweet and fuzzy and teeny weeny on babies.

I need a baby fix, NOW!

A round with a greyhound

Yesterday morning, Jaxon and Hendrix decided that a boxing match was in order.
Jaxon took a left hook to the eye and what appears to be a sucker-punch to the back of the neck.
Preston happened to be on his way to work, and being the good man that he is, listened to my frantic description of how Jaxon's eyeball was bleeding all over and how he was foaming at the mouth and probably had retinal damage, maybe his artery was nicked... this scratch probably blinded him for life, not to mention the definite possibility of rabies (although in retrospect, I'm pretty sure I haven't ever seen Hendrix foam at the mouth, and upon checking his shot records, he was vaccinated). So Preston turned around, came home, and we spent some quality family time in the Queen Creek Urgent Care.

So, who won?
Well, Jaxon was the first to bleed... but Hendrix got sent to time-out.

[Legal Disclaimer]
Actually, it wasn't boxing--they were playing ball and Hendrix got too excited and jumped, scratching Jaxon's eyelid and neck. Jaxon's eyeball turned out to be just fine; the foaming at the mouth, arterial damage, rabies and blindness were all figments of the Author's overactive imagination. The Author sometimes regrets, but never apologizes for overly-melodramatic storytelling.