baby burrito

Saturday Grant said, "Sophie is my very friend."

Olivia said, "Sophie looks like she needs to grow into her skin."

Ben said, "Babies sleep so much. I think Sophie has only been awake like ten times in her life."

And someone started calling Sophie "baby burrito," not because she's full of beans, but  because they wrapped her up so tightly in the hospital.   I can't even get a tortilla that tight....so maybe, for Sophie's sake, that nickname won't stick.

Sunday, September 5, the kids went to church and sat with Granddad, as usual.  The big boys came back in time to take Grant and William to nursery so Sophie and I could sleep.  Our friends, who fed us last Sunday as well, brought over a delicious pot roast, and Grandma and Grandpa stopped by in the evening.

Grandma's first time to meet Sophie.

Monday  morning, Labor Day, I took Sophie to the lab for a billirubin check then ran to Lowe's for some more mums and Smith's for milk and other stuff.  When I got home Sam was making breakfast.  I thought his biscuits looked quite professional.

What to do to get out of the house.  It was an absolutely gorgeous day, but the kids said no to a picnic.  They'd been wanting to go to a particular McDonald's indoor playground in Spanish Fork for about three years, really, so off we went.

I love William's cheeks.

Sophie's first trip to McDonald's.

Monday night my Miller roommate Carrie came by to visit. It was great to see her and get caught up on her life.

She brought me these beautiful flowers. They were so big that I had to lean them against the wall.  See that clock. That's something I like about living in other people's homes.  I wouldn't even know where to go to get a clock like that, but I like it. Looks a bit crooked though.

Tuesday, two incidences of bad mom moments...first I was buying top soil at K-Mart, had to drive the cart over a the divider between the garden section and the rest of the store, went too fast and Grant went flying out of the cart, and bumped his head. I felt awful. The top soil smelled wonderful in the van though, like the beginning of rain, so I left it there for several days.

Next bad mom event, also involved Grant...we'd just arrived home from picking up Ben from play practice. I was aware of some scuffle in the back but not prepared to turn around and see Grant's face looking like 9/11. Blood running out his nose, in his mouth, all over his hands. I was horrified, thought it was a delayed reaction to the flip out of the cart. No, turns out a female sibling, who'll go unnamed, threw a booster seat at his face. Just another example of love at home. I went tearing around in hysterics, certainly making a bigger scene than the bloody boy. Like I said, a bad mom moment. Was glad when Tuesday ended.

One day last week, got a tire repaired at Pep Boys. Didn't know it would be free, what a blessing.

Another day, bought this flag for the front porch. The kids made fun of me.

I love the look of flags, or the sound of chimes, any kind of interacting with wind thing.  Makes me think of Maine, like the look of laundry blowing in the wind.  Why do so many people in Maine dry their clothing outside? It's a Maine thing, and a bit puzzling too since it rains so often in the afternoon.  Seasonal flags are a Maine thing too.

.Saturday morning I finished the flower bed.  Later Bethany and Olivia came and filled rocks in where there were missing bricks.

In the evening we had a barbecue with my very first roommate at BYU and her family, over at the park. Our kids enjoyed each others' company. I hope we can get together more often.

stupid road trip musts

Tuesday morning...day two of our road trip. I wanted to get the kids excited about the world's largest thermometer in Baker, California. They were skeptical.

We stopped at the Barstow Station McDonald's...for lunch and more nostalgia.

I didn't remember all this stuff for sale inside.  Now you can buy Mexican food and Panda Express as well.

Grant was excited to eat lunch in "Thomas."

So how do I keep up with everyone?  I
 admit sometimes not very well.  I couldn't find Grant for a few minutes.  A lady recognized my panicked expression and said, "He's sitting on Ronald's lap." Everyday I am grateful for angels.