Scaries

Karl and I went to Michaels the other day to get some Halloween decorations. While we were there, we came across the life size, red eyed, talking, moving skeletons. Carson was terrified. He kept saying "No scaries" and whimpering. Poor thing. As we quickly tried to find halloween decorations while avoiding the "scaries," I kept telling him it was okay. I was pretty sure we had traumatized him for life. As we left the store, Carson turned around and yelled "Bye Scaries!" He was very happy to be leaving the store. He said bye to the scaries again as we drove off in the car.

Karl and I were playing Harry Potter Scene It the next night, and a few of the videos would seem scary to a child. Carson was sitting on my lap and said "Oh, scary" to one of the videos. When I asked him if it was scary he replied "no, not scary...it's okay."

So when we finally did get some Halloween decorations up, I was worried that Carson would just think they were all too scary. Luckily, he absolutely loved them. We put a whole bunch of gel clings up and Carson just sat on the ground staring at them for a few minutes. He ran around yelling Halloween and was very excited.

Carson has also been up to a little mischief lately. This was our first encounter with coloring on the walls. Carson and his purple crayon (just like Harold). After he did it he came and found me and was so excited to show me what he did. It was really hard to tell him it wasn't okay to color on the walls because his little face was so proud of his artwork. A few days later I came around the corner and he had grabbed a rag and was trying to rub it off. So sweet.

We always let him take a book to bed and Karl, for some unknown reason, thought a pop-up book would be okay. Carson is usually pretty good about not tearing books, but leave him alone with a pop-up when he is trying to procrastinate sleep...well - this is what happened. Every single page.

On a personal note, I hit my one year mark at work yesterday. It has gone by really fast. I'm getting all my docs together to apply for my CPA license now!!! Yeah!!

I am very excited it is cooling down a bit...let's hear it for the low 90's coming our way this week!

Sleep Procrastinator

Oh...I have issues. Sometimes I just don't want to go to bed. The house gets quiet at night and I can do whatever I want. (I get this trait 100% from my mother...thanks a lot mom). Then I get on a roll (doing something useless like looking at rental properties in Hawaii...very probable) and soon it is way too late. So tonight, I find myself...yet again, procrastinating sleep.

I haven't taken any pictures in the last two weeks - sorry. But the new things Carson does each day are just more and more adorable to me. Here are just a few things that make me laugh.

A few translations:
1. "Pillows" = Marshmallows
2. "Goggles" = Sunglasses
3. Random syllables yelled at the top of his lungs = He wants you to stop singing (this one is usually followed by a "Shhh" with his hands pressed to your mouth).

Yesterday he patted my chest and asked "Bra on?"

Every morning he greets me with the sweetest "Hi Mommy" ever.

His favorite game is hiding. Lately he has incorporated a new stealth technique. He hides under a blanket and then yells "No Carsons here."

His prayers are the most precious thing I've ever heard - even if he does just shout amen the minute he gets bored with what Karl and I are telling him to say.

He keeps Family Home Evenings interesting. He usually performs #3 above while Karl and I sing the opening song. Then he usually runs from the room saying "No Jesus, no, no Jesus". I think we have a long road ahead of us.

Karl also had his 31st birthday last week. We went out to dinner and then grabbed some FroYo. Very exciting. I can remember as a kid when birthdays seemed so far away and then the minute they were over I would feel disappointment because that meant I had to wait a whole 365 days till the next time everyone would focus on me and shower me with gifts. It's funny how it isn't as big of a deal as you get older. Don't get me wrong...attention and gifts are always welcome. But I don't look forward to my birthday with excited anticipation anymore and I usually feel just the same as the day leaves. Hmmm.

Well - to all a good night. I think I've procrastinated long enough. Time to sleep....Perhaps I'll read a chapter in my book.

Errgg...Blog Slacker

So I have been a bit of a slacker...but there was vacation and then a few really busy weeks at work (this one being one of them, but I needed a break).

We had our annual lake cabin trip up in Spokane a few weeks ago. We couldn't really afford the plane tickets so Karl and I decided to drive. Day 1: Drive to Orem, UT. Carson did surprisingly well. He got to watch a few movies (mostly for our sanity), but colored, sang songs, and slept for most of the trip. We got to Orem and stayed the night at my sister's house. Day 2: My sister, her little boy, and us three drive to Spokane. Carson was a little less pleasant on this day, but still bearable. I can't really blame him...I was even going crazy. We make it to the lake cabin pretty late at night, but we made it - that's all that matters, right? The next week was filled with sun, sea dooing, swimming, sand castles, reading, hammocking, charades, and commantors. A perfect week. Cordell and Carson loved the beach and wanted to be outside all the time.

Carson contemplating the meaning of life down at the end of the dock.

The boys developed a love for spicy commantors (chex mix) as seen in the two pics below.

The boys watching for squirrels. We would put peanuts out every morning and then the boys would watch as the squirrels (usually just one very industrious squirrel) would come and take all the nuts.

Unfortunately at the end of the week, Cordell got really sick. The poor thing had an ear infection, a really high fever, and an awful soar throat. This also meant poor Jackie - who had to spend the nights administering medicine and holding a sad little boy. Here is a picture of Cordell wanting more medicine.

Where the cabin is on the lake, the water is shallow for a really long time. The boys would go all the way out to that random stick sticking out of the water and it was still only at their chest. You can see the drop off line in the water. We always take a few walks out to the drop off.

Carson also got stung by a bee for the first time. He looked up at me with a confused face and started to whimper and rub the sting. By the time I made it over to him, he had rubbed out the stinger and had already moved on to his next activity. It swelled a little but that was all. At least now we know he isn't allergic.

Then we got two days back at the house in Spokane. There isn't too much to report...we did a lot of relaxing and it seemed to be over too quick. Then we had the long drive back home. We had a really great time and it was fun to be with all of my family. Now we're back to the heat...yeah! Priest Lake documentary below.

We have also started the idea of potty training. We are taking it slow though and just letting him have fun with it. He usually wants to sit on the potty at night because he sees it as a way to procrastinate going to bed. He has gone a couple of times for us so far. I'm sure this is going to be a long process though. In the mean time, Carson has assured me the money we spent on the potty will not be in vain...such a resourceful boy.

Durango Doug!

We just got back from a quick Woodard camping trip in Durango, CO. By the way, I was singing the Durango Doug theme song the whole way there and back...I assume very few people will know what I'm talking about.

So I was so excited to leave Arizona. I am not a huge fan of the AZ, as I'm sure I've mentioned several times. Then I looked at the weather report for Durango...rain...everyday. Boo Hoo - I don't want to go. I was dreading the monster Carson that occurred on our last rainy camping trip. So we got there Thursday night and it was dry...one day down. Half way through the night Carson started crying. He doesn't do this at home, probably because he knows we would just let him cry and calm himself down. But we can't do that in the middle of a camp ground, surrounded by blissfully sleeping campers. So Karl and I are running around the tent at 3 am trying to keep him quiet. Luckily, all it took was bringing him into my sleeping bag...unluckily, that means I slept not like a rock at all. Carson also got up with the sun at 5:30 am, so...fun. He was a little cranky through the day...but again, it was dry! We did a little hike and put our feet in the freezing cold stream.

Saturday we headed up to Durango Mountain for a day of funtivities. Karl's parents watched the kids so we could act like kids. We rode the ski lift to the top of the mountain and then mountain biked down. It was my first time EVER mountain biking. As we are getting on the lift, the worker looks at our grinning, innocent faces and says "There is no easy way down this mountain, you guys know what you're getting into, right?" Karl confidently answered yes, but the smile had faded from my face. Wait...what? I was picturing the Sound of Music when they are all on their bikes in their new curtain outfits. "You mean I won't pretend I'm Liesl?"

I had a very long ski lift ride to contemplate my life and conclude that I could die happy. Just kidding - I was actually singing The Hills Are Alive, Do Re Mi, and Edelweiss at the top of my lungs (thoroughly embarrassing Karl). What is a ski lift ride through beautiful mountains covered in grass, flowers, and trees without a few show tunes?

So we get to the top and ask to be pointed in the direction of the easiest trail. OK - easiest trail...this is a good start, right? Everyone hops on their bikes and gracefully descends the steepest, rootiest, rockiest trail I have ever seen. I walk my bike down. I am now so sure I won't make it off this mountain alive, I shed a few tears (secretly under the protection of my helmet). If you haven't deduced from my previous posts, I am a bit of a cryer. Everyone is trying to be helpful and I'm getting tips every two seconds...which is helpful but also makes me feel like an idiot. I walk my bike on all the scariest parts and whine the rest of the time. All the sudden I see every one standing in a group...right next to the beginning of the chair lift. Wait? That was it? Oh, I'm a lame-o. Let's do it again! So we did it two more times and I'm proud to say the third time I felt really comfortable and only walked my bike a few feet. YEAH! I can mountain bike.

We also did the Alpine slide. Very fun. Also a bunji/trampoline activity. I thought I had done this before when I was in college but I was wrong. This one went way higher!! I tried to do a front flip (unsuccessful). But I managed a back flip. The harness killed me though so it wasn't the funnest. It was fun though every time I would soar up in the air and then my stomach would drop...I love that feeling (roller coaster anyone?).

Then we drove home. Carson did really well on the car trips, which surprised me a little. The last little leg of the trip we put Kenzi in our car too so the kids could have fun together. The first ten minutes was ridiculous laughing. Kenzi would do a silly laugh and then Carson would do one and then they would both laugh for real because they thought they were so funny. I was laughing so hard I was crying in the front seat - they were too cute. Carson adores Kenzi and does everything she does. Luckily, Kenzi doesn't mind having a shadow. Every time they would part Carson would cry for "Kenzie, My Kenzie." And every time we pulled up somewhere, Carson would ask "Kenzie? Kenzie?" (times 25). Kenzie was too cute as well with her "Tum here, Tarson."

Well - we had a great trip and I recommend Durango, CO to anyone outdoorsy. It would be beautiful in the winter as well - covered in snow. Back to life now...for a little bit (then I'm off to Spokane!)

2 Year Stats

Real Quick - Carson had his 2 year doctor's appointment and I thought I would update the fam on his stats (not that it is as interesting as when he was real little, but still fun for me).

Weight: 32 lbs - just under 90th percentile
Height: 36 inches - just barely off the charts

Carson has followed the same line on the curve so perfectly that it is a little crazy. He is always around 90% for weight and 95 - to off the charts on height. I think we are going to have one tall boy on our hands...and with a healthy appetite. We will probably go bankrupt in his teenage years from buying food and clothes...and milk if he is anything like his Dad (and me in my younger years). Maybe I will just invest in a cow now. Then if he wants to drink milk, he'll have to get it himself.

It was the first time they measured him on the regular big kid scale and not on the baby scale. It was also his first shot in the arm instead of the thigh. The arm shot made it a little more personal for me - I could relate to the pain because I hate shots with a passion. He screamed and bucked but then he got a cool band aid and said "Down, Shoes, Bye-bye." I think he wanted to get out of there. I love that he is communicating more. There has even been a few times where he started to throw a tantrum and then stopped and decided to talk to us about what he wanted instead.

Seattle, Birthday, Etc.

So I finally made it to Seattle. It was 2 am once I finally laid down in bed. But training was really good and it was fun when Karl, Carson, my Mom and Dad, and (surprise) my sister Jessie came on Wednesday. Jessie just got back from Jordan so it was fun to see her.

I had a lot of fun taking Karl around to all the tourist Seattle places he'd never seen. We did Pike's Place, Ivar's, Space Needle, Seattle Center, the Locks, Gas Works Park, Underground Tour, the temple, etc, etc. Unfortunately, our camera broke a day into the trip. I've pulled some we took off my parents' camera and I'll see if Jessie has any need-to-post pictures later.

Ivar's is a fish fast food restaurant right on the water. It's good, but mostly it is just tradition (oh, but really good chowder). You can sit inside or outside. Beware - outside means attacks by the seagulls. But in someways, that only makes it more fun. We chose inside, but then went outside after to feed the birds a few french fries. Here is a pic of the sign outside and then a pic of Karl, Carson, Ivar, and Me.

Here is a video of Carson feeding the birds, until I get attacked. And another of him yelling "hey" at all the birds.

The locks are cool - watching the boats go to and from the lake/ocean. Carson just loved when we went below and he could see all the fish swimming (although sometimes he would point at algae and yell fishy).

I love the musical street performers at Pike's. I could watch them for hours. The market was really crowded though and Carson was being a pill so we didn't stay long. No pics - but a must if you are going to Seattle. The flowers they sell are huge and gorgeous and cheap. You can get really cool spices and nuts too. Also - you can get a lot of junk, skip those vendors.

The underground tour is cool - you walk around under the city and they tell you the history of Seattle and why you are able to walk around under the city. Karl felt the tour was a little long. Here is a picture taken from under the sidewalk. You can literally see people walking above you.

For the flight home, Karl and I were on different airlines because the one I was flying for work wasn't the cheapest when we bought Karl's ticket. So I took Carson with me since Karl had done the flight up. It wasn't awful, but it is still not my idea of a good time. Carson did pretty good. By the end of it, I'd lost some of my patience and I was trying to juggle two huge, overloaded fun bags and a 2 year old. As we were walking to baggage claim, every time the ground would have a slight decline, Carson would get down on the ground and log roll all the way down. I just kept telling myself to pick my battles as I tried not to think of the germs and grossness. All that mattered was that we were moving forward. Every one that passed us thought it was pretty hilarious though. It was actually pretty funny, I just had to ignore all the thoughts of germs.

We got home and a few days later we celebrated Carson's 2nd birthday. The morning of he got donuts for breakfast as is Karl's family's tradition. They usually write Happy Birthday on the donuts, but I figured we would do that once he can read. We forgot to buy candles though, so we just used the one from last year...hence the "one" candle. In twenty years we'll look at the pictures and think he was the biggest one year old ever. When we lit his candle, he just kept saying "Hot" and leaning back as far as possible from the flame. He enjoyed dipping the candle in the chocolate and then licking it off though.

We also had a little party with Karl's family. I made a train cake (not as good as my snake last year) but pretty good...good enough for a two year old. It kind of looked like an alligator though. Carson kept calling it a truck...oh well. He loved all his new toys and would want to play with each one immediately. He got pretty good at unwrapping the gifts. It was a pretty fun night.

Now that looks like a happy boy! I can't believe my little guy is two. He is such a joy and I am amazed at how much I love him. Also, he has great fashion sense - as seen with the goggles he wouldn't take off. The green outfit was the first outfit he's picked out by himself and insisted on wearing...green pajama bottoms and a green top.

Our sweet Carson.

My Romantic Anniversary

For those of you looking for a romantic comedy post...please insert sarcasm into my title and read it again. Note: the lack of a romantic anniversary is not at the fault of my husband. In other words, this is not a bash on the husband post. This is a "Kasey, sometimes your elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor" post.

So for my sixth wedding anniversary, which is today June 7th, I had/got to fly to Seattle for audit training. I'm excited about my training, so besides the fact that it required me to leave on my anniversary, nothing negative to say about that.

And let the story begin...

I procrastinated getting ready to go till the morning of. My flight left at 1:30, so I figured I would have enough time in the morning to do two loads of laundry, pack, and get out the door. Because I'm amazing, I did the above three things and I was 5 minutes ahead of the schedule I had set for myself. I did not put on my checklist anything like check the flight, check in, etc. So after waiting in the check-in line at US Airways for 25 minutes, I was a little surprised when they said they didn't have a reservation for me. Hmmmm...I pulled out my lap top real quick and checked my confirmation. Oh, I fly out on Alaska, not US Airways. Perfect. So I catch the shuttle to terminal 2 and run to Alaska check in. Well, the flight had already started boarding so they wouldn't take my bag. If I hadn't had anything to check I would have been fine. Being my emotional self, I started crying - which only makes me want to cry more because then I'm embarrassed I'm crying over missing a flight. So they booked my for a 6:30 pm flight. The funniest part is that the girls behind the counter felt really bad as I started blubbering that it was my anniversary and I had no way of contacting my husband. They told me my hair looked cute, that I was too pretty to be sad, and then they brought me tissues. That was nice...but we're still not friends. To make my anniversary an even better day, I had forgot my cell phone at the in-laws so Karl had given me his. So I couldn't call him. I called my mother-in-law and she was sweet enough to come get me and drop me off at home. So Karl was quite surprised to see me on the door step, but on the bright side I got 3 more hours with my hubby on our anniversary.

Fast forward 3 hours. I get all checked in and I'm headed to security. Some strange German guys stop me and ask if they can give me a hug and all they ask is that I pass it along. Too weird, I say no...I'm not comfortable with that. I was so sure they were going to slip some weapon into my pocket. As I'm leaving one of them says "Let us explain so you don't leave thinking you're a bad person." I reply "Oh, I don't think that...bye." Did that really just happen?

I get through security, stop for a water and some magazines as is tradition, and make it to my gate. Oh...my flight has been delayed till 8:50 pm. So I get to hang out in the airport for two more hours...and I don't get into Seattle till 11:45 pm. I have training the next morning at 8 am.

So I am blogging my wonderful anniversary experience as I sit, uncomfortably, in the airport...wondering if anyone on my flight hugged the weirdos and now has a bomb in their pocket. Hopefully, I am blogging about my fun Seattle trip in a weeks time.