Monthly Archives: July 2011

Lucky Number Seven!


Sweetcakes Janie is seven months old today!

She’s got three little pearly whites, and the sweetest little toothy grin. I think tooth number four will make it’s debut any day now.

We haven’t had too much success with solid foods yet. I try to get her to eat a few bites every night but she isn’t a big fan (PLEASE let that change!!!) She has tried green beans, peas, sweet potatoes, and squash. I had hoped to cut out one nursing session by now, but it hasn’t really happened yet. I plan to offer her solids two times a day now, with the hope of replacing two nursing sessions by eight months, but we’ll see how that goes.

She isn’t quite crawling yet, but there is no stopping her from getting where she wants to go either by scooting or rolling. I think she will just wake up one day soon and start crawling on all fours; she’s that close. Just yesterday, she brought herself from her tummy to sitting position for the first time. Also, she seems to have a knack for imitating speech. I am crossing my fingers that it is a sign that she won’t have the same communication issues that Megan has, but I’m not putting too much weight into, as it’s too soon to tell.

I know this will send the “perfect baby” facade crashing right down, but nighttimes are kinda rough around here. Jane wakes up several times throughout the night and either I have to nurse her back to sleep, or Adam has to rock her. I am sure I did something along the way that has inhibited her ability to self-soothe, but I have no plans of having her “cry it out” any time soon. Jane’s disposition is just so sweet and pleasant, I feel cruel “making” her cry when she doesn’t really need to. Sure, it makes us tired, and sure I wish I would have allowed her more opportunities to self-soothe in the past, but it’s a small price to pay.

Not sure what else to report. She really is just the brightest light in our life. Anyone (and I mean ANYONE) who meets Jane comments on how happy and sweet she is. Having such an awesome baby is really, well, awesome.


A Day In the Life


So, there is this blog trend where you take a picture each hour of your day and share it on your blog.

I don’t pretend that my day-to-day life is exciting enough for this to be at all interesting. But I’m joining the movement.

I didn’t follow the rules exactly. I just pretty much took pictures of what we were up to throughout the day. Starting at the beginning. So here you have it.

I wake up to this:

42 seconds later:

And the day officially begins.

On this particular day, I head out to aerobics and leave the morning antics to daddy.

I arrive home from aerobics, send Adam on his way, and hop in the shower.

Jane keeps me company.

I load the girls up in the car and tell Megan we are going on a fun errand. Then I tell her the errand is to Wal-mart. She is not happy.

Then I tell her that I was just kidding and that we are really going to the library. Much better.

This is the part where Megan leaves reality as you and I know it, and enters her own little happy place.

Unarguably, we mold early readers in this family.

We arrive home from the library and it’s time for lunch for the little girl.

And a nap for the littler girl.

This is the point when I usually do my mid-day clean up. I tell you, there can be dishes piled mile high in the sink, wet towels on my bedroom floor, or baskets of laundry to be folded, but my least favorite job is always the downstairs. Oh yes, on any given afternoon, downstairs is the place where I might find 212 legos strewn about amongst 43 pairs of Polly Pocket shoes, a half eaten piece of toast from breakfast, a dripping sippy cup of curdled milk, 998 pieces from a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle, a vile of nuclear waste, and the landlord’s cat. Today, I finish the dishes and the laundry, hangup the towels and hold my breath as I turn the corner from the upstairs to the downstairs terrified to discover what madness awaits me, and I find…this:


37 Seconds later:

Megan finishes her lunch and spends some time playing in her room.

Now is the time I make myself some lunch and think it might be a good time to catch up on some “Friday Night Lights.” Jane says, “think again, mom” and decides now is a good time to wake up. The bright red tiny hand imprint on her cheek is a sure sign that it was a good nap.

Next Megan played with her Polly Pockets.

And Jane played with a bag of balls.

Sometimes Jane showed off her crawl stance.

And sometimes the girls were cute together.

Then daddy arrived.

And Jane and I went to Target.

While Megan and Dad stayed home.

No pictures were taken at this time.

Sad, I know.

Adam and Megan scrounged up some dinner, and I came home with these bad boys for Meg:

They don’t fit though. So I have to take them back.

I fed Jane some green beans and Megan composed some music on the computer.

Later, Megan and I whipped together some snowcones and headed outside to enjoy them. The neighbor girl was out and about, so we whipped her up a snowcone too.

After snowcones, it was time for Megan to call it a night.

And it was time for my “end of the day” clean up.

See what I mean about the downstairs?

It is now 10 o’clock at night, and I am nursing Jane as I type this up. But there you have a typical day in our little home. Well, slightly atypical as there were no appointments or meetings or obligations scheduled. Some things were not documented, like all three of Jane’s naps or when Megan didn’t want Jane touching her toys so she picked her up and moved her, and I only noticed what was going on when Megan said, “boy, you’re heavy.”

Jane weighs more than half of what Megan weighs.

And now Jane will fall asleep and Adam and I have big plans to curl up on our bed and watch a movie on our laptop.

The End.

Bentley Cage


This little guy is the reason that we went down to Las Vegas this past weekend:

Bentley Cage Johanson was given a name and a blessing by his father on Sunday. It was a wonderful blessing. I am so glad that we were able to attend, especially since we had decided that we wouldn’t be able to make it. We changed our plans last minute, and I am so glad we did.

Little Bentley holds a very special place in my heart, and he had me wrapped around his finger the first minute I held him in my arms. I sure love his mom and dad, and I am grateful that they are a part of my life and a part of my family.

Thank you Jake and Cami and Bentley for letting us be a part of your special day!!! It was soooo wonderful!



So at the beginning of the Summer, we bought passes to Seven Peaks Water Park. We have gone plenty of times since the season opening, and we will continue to go several times a week throughout the Summer.

The first time we went was Jane’s first time “swimming”. She L.O.V.E.D. it!!! Seriously, she was in HEAVEN. She kicked around so much that first day, she came home with scrapes and cuts all on her little toes (so sad. In the meantime, infant swim shoes have been purchased.) She is definitely a water baby. I don’t plan on taking my camera to Seven Peaks, but this past weekend we took a trip to Vegas, and Jane got to swim to her heart’s content. We got plenty of pictures of her enjoying the pool.

Have I ever mentioned what a sweetheart Jane is??? She finds joy in EVERYTHING!!! Seriously, she is ONE of a kind.

While in Vegas this weekend, we were visiting with Adam’s family and Jane was sleeping in a back room. When she woke up, I went in to get her, and she had been noticeably crying. Tears were rolling down her little face and her eyes were red. Her Uncle Jake saw her and said, “I still don’t believe she was crying.”

Not one person who has spent any time at all with Miss Jane can deny that they don’t come any more pleasant than she does. I love my happy baby!!!

Sunday’s Sundae: He Chose to Come Anyway


I have been seriously slacking on my Sunday reports.

I honestly have not been taking the time to fill my spiritual cup lately. It’s Summer, so with it comes trips to the pool, hours spent outside, reading programs, parties, playdates, trips…the list goes on.

This week I have been thinking a lot about Jack (yep, more than usual). Not long after Jack was born, I felt very strongly that he knew before he arrived what his life would entail. I think he knew that he wouldn’t live long. I think he knew that he would spend the entirety of his life strapped to a bed, connected to tubes, wires, pumps, and monitors; helpless, motionless, and often uncomfortable. I think he knew that those who loved him most would stand by day after day, minute after minute, and watch him suffer; all along battling powerful feelings of confusion, anguish, and heartache. I think he knew he would never get to know his older sister, and he would never be a big brother to future siblings. I think he knew that his mom and dad would never get to hold him, and that their arms would ache lifelong for that missed experience.

I think he knew all this, but he chose to come anyway.

There are a lot of lessons we could learn from this, but what hit me when I was first impressed by these thoughts, was how important our physical bodies are. Jack’s physical body was far from perfect (very far from perfect). But I think he knew how important it was to come to this earth, to be a part of a family, and to gain a physical body. Jack taught me that my body is a wonderful gift, and comparatively, I have been blessed with a pretty great one. It has changed the way I have looked at my body, as well as the way I have treated it.

Like I said, it wasn’t long after Jack arrived, that I was impressed with this lesson about Jack’s decision to come: regardless the state of his mortal body. It was such a powerful and strong impression to me, that it has remained one of the more important things that I learned from my angel son. Some days, when I don’t feel like working out, or I do feel like eating things that are not good for my body, I remind myself the value of my physical body, and what a desirable and precious gift it is.

I’d like to think that Jack is there, encouraging and pushing me, on the days I feel weakest. I know that he would have loved to stick around, to run and jump and dance in his own little mortal body, but he just didn’t get the chance.

I hope that we can all look at our bodies a little differently this week, that we will appreciate the wonderful gift that we have been given; regardless of any shortcomings, imperfections, or ailments our bodies may endure, and remember that no matter what the “world” teaches us about beauty or perfection, that our bodies are SO BEAUTIFUL!!

How great it is to be alive!