Sunday, March 15, 2015

An awkward re-entry into blogdom so that my 3rd daughter doesn't feel like she's getting gypped.

At first it seemed like I was just taking a little hiatus from blogging. Who doesn't, right? And then more time passed and it seemed easier not to. And THEN before I knew it there was so much time in between that it's now made for an uncomfortable re-entry back into a culture that I'm not even sure fully exists anymore. ...Do people even blog still? Has everyone moved on to a newer trend? I wouldn't know—because not only did I stop blogging but I've also stopped reading blogs, so, I mean, for all I know blogging is so 3 years ago and heavens to betsy—how embarrassing would that be?

But I had to show up here today because I was starting to feel guilty that my 3rd daughter was getting no air-time. Kind of like home videos of old where the 5th child—me—got a total of 3 appearances while the oldest brother got hours and hours of footage—all while he laid helplessly on a blanket as a baby. Ridiculous!

So with that said, I give you Giles baby 3—lying helplessly on her blanket:

Meet Norah Jean Giles. Born on Valentine's Day if you can believe it—February 14, 2015. She rounded out the Giles crew to 5, weighing a dainty 6 pounds 15 ounces—and I've already forgotten her length and what time of day she was born.

Those poor 3rd babies.

I really do feel for 'em, being a 5 and all. I mean, it's no secret that after Clara was one month old we had already managed to pile up a million digital photos of her. So far for Norah, we've got around 20.

However, she fits right in around here. We think she's lovely. And boy howdy if C and M don't just love her to shreds. (I've shortened their names to first initials out of the total convenience it brings!)

Some fun facts about Norah:
• She is the noisiest eater. I worry we'll never be able to take her in public. She hums, purrs, grunts, gurgles, whirrs, trills and warbles. (I may or may not have looked up some words in the thesaurus...)
• She only spits up out of her nose. Why spit up out of your mouth when you could go through a much more innovative and uncomfortable outlet? All the new newborns are doing it these days.
• And since she's only 1 month old, that's about all I can come up with for fun facts.

And since I haven't blogged in over a year, here are some fun facts about the C & M.

• Maren is 2 1/2. She's the class clown of the household—and she knows it too. She thinks she can get out of anything by being funny—and often does.
• Maren repeats everything that Clara says and does. EV-ER-EE-THING. I can assure you that this is no exaggeration.
• She loves to sing and her voice is the cutest to hit the town since 1979.
• She's got quite the knack for running into walls.
• She often pronounces things wrong, just as normal 2-year-olds do. My personal favorite is "cock-a-noodle-noo."

• Clara will be 5 next month. She attends preschool and thinks she already knows everything.
• She's always asking me to put pigtails in her hair, and then I counter by telling her she's getting too old for pigtails. But in the end she usually wins with pigtails because I eventually remember that I don't know how to do anything else. If there is one thing I specialize in, it's uneven pigtails.
• Clara asks a total of 30,000 questions a day, give or take a few thousand. And I have to be completely forthcoming here—a lot of times they're really dumb questions. Sometimes she asks just for the sake of having something to ask. And she often already knows the answer—and I know she knows the answer because she's already asked the question at least 29 times that same day. So yeah. Whew.
• Homegirl has gotten tall!
• She loves to build. She makes the most amazing creations with Magna Tiles. I'm convinced that Magna Tiles are the best toy in this entire world.

So there. That's all out of the way. It wasn't the most magical of re-entries, but if you must know, there is a circus of little girls surrounding me and this was the best I could muster under my circumstances.

We'll feature you again, Norah, when you're about 5 1/2.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Presumably, it's 2013's final post.

This morning my mom e-mailed me to tell me that she still had not received my Christmas card. So first I growled and silently badmouthed the mail system. But then I did some investigative research and opened up my master Christmas card address list. I found some interesting pieces of intel—mainly—that I never even sent a Christmas card to my own parents. Whoops.

So to anyone else that may not have received a Christmas card from the Giles family, feel free to blame it on the fact that my incompetency increases with the rising of each day's sun. And here it is.

AND! As a bonus, I'm even throwing in a teensy-wheensy family update! Just completely for fun! Exclamation mark!

MAREN (17 months)
• Without anyone's permission, Maren is soon headed into nursery. Don't look at me! I don't know how it happened either.
• She LOVES to brush teeth. About once an hour she says something that slightly resembles the word "teeth" and motions me to the bathroom so I can lift her up to the counter to brush her pearly baby whites.
• Maren makes super-awesome facial expressions. We all know who she got that from. (Note: See my Inheritable Hopefuls list from 2009.)
• Maren doesn't talk too much, but when she does talk, it's completely incomprehensible and in total whispers. So it's like everything she has to say is a deep, dark secret.
• Lastly, she just loves poking people in the eyes. She gets a real kick out of it. Laughs her little curly head off.

CLARA (4 months out from 4)
• A week from tomorrow she'll be a Sunbeam! I can't even believe it. She's pretty pumped.
• Clara is an awesome storyteller. Sometimes she'll make announcements like "I have a story to tell you in 30 minutes." Other times she doesn't make us wait in anticipation—she'll just lay right into it. For a long time, all her stories started out with the phrase "A long time ago there was a very old man..." But since the Christmas tree popped up, her old man main character has taken a hiatus and has been replaced with a Christmas tree character who walks and talks and shops at Costco. So, he's pretty much just a Christmas tree version of the old man.
• Clara really rocks at the big sister role. She's a great mentor and so, so protective of Maren. If I ever get after Maren for doing something she shouldn't be doing, Clara gets all puppy-eyed and comes to her defense. Isn't that just adoracute?

SEASON (nearly 29 and a half)
• Goodreads e-mailed me the other day with a summary of the books I've read in 2013. It said: "Congratulations on reading TWO books!" This, friends, is a bold-faced lie. I've read plenty more than 2 this year! But who to believe? It's my word against Goodreads'.
• In November, I was given a directive to go gluten free or die. (It wasn't that dramatic.)  I've been gluten free for 2 months and feel pretty amazing. Maybe I'll do a full post on that someday. (But let's be honest. With my year's track record? Probably not.)
• Being a mom is a joy and a challenge. Before becoming a mother of two little girls, I used to see little girls with completely wild and unkempt hair and I'd think, "How hard is it to comb your daughter's hair???" Well, as it turns out: IT'S VERY HARD. Nay—IMPOSSIBLE. As a result, my daughters run around with completely wild and unkempt hair MOST of the time. Also? My girls watch a lot more TV than I ever imagined they would before I had kids. The way I see it—if anyone in this family wants to eat dinner, then My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake it is. But the good news? At least now I can give a total plot-summary and character analysis to each of these stellar shows. Plus: sing along to all of the songs. (Fist pump!)

TOM (32 and 13 days)
• Tom has had a work-filled year at the LDS Motion Picture Studios. He works in the visual effects department. You know—explosions. (It's no secret that church films have a lot of explosions.) He's not technically "full-time," even though he works full time (and then some); he was brought on for some specific projects and we don't know how much longer those projects will last. As such, he's been polishing up his portfolio in case he needs to start doing some job hunting.
• He's taken on about a million (I'm rounding up—but barely) illustration and story board freelance projects in the last month or so. He keeps busy.
• Also? He keeps funny. (That sentence was not grammatically correct. Rest assured.)
• Maybe Goodreads was referring to Tom when it mentioned 2 books? 'Cause homeboy has definitely not read as many books as me this year. Is it too obvious that I'm really ticked off at Goodreads for defaming my reading ability?

• This year I've read:
The Princess Bride
Moonlight over Manifest
Nothing to Fear
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
The Fault in Our Stars (twice)
Dead End in Norvelt

And I almost finished Ender's Game and I re-read The Book Thief and I skimmed The Hidden Gifts of an Introvert Child and Wheat Belly (a skim counts, right?) and I'll be done with Wonder before the year's up so take that, Goodreads.

• Anything else about Tom, you'll have to ask him yourself. He's like an open book, just waiting to dish out details of his life.

Merry Christmas three days late. Here's to 2014!

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

And then it was five years.

Tom and I recently celebrated our 5th anniversary, and I was bound and determined to have a getaway before we get too much older and too much more decrepiter. (Yes, I know decrepiter is not a real word.)

So his mom came down to hang out with the girls (they ate a lot of delicious ice cream—a sure-fire way to the hearts of my children) while we headed up to Park City.

As far as times of the year to visit Park City, it was a pretty dead one. But of course we didn't care. That didn't stop us from running circles in our hotel elevator as soon as the door closed, only to slap on our most serious of faces as soon as the doors opened again. It was a liberating activity.

We visited the Olympic Park in hopes of riding the zip line, but alas—all the rides were closed. Please note: If you want to do almost anything in Park City, do not visit over the first weekend of November. We did, however, watch some people train for the bobsled and skeleton, which was exciting and made me feel like I was carrying the Olympic torch around. (It's a metaphor.)

And then—ooooooooh then—we put on our fanciest clothes that we'd already been wearing all day and headed over to Ruth's Chris Steak House for an evening of fine dining.

As you can imagine, we discussed indepthly why it's called Ruth's Chris Steak House.

Tom's theory: So this guy named Chris started this Steak House, but then his wife Ruth stepped in because he was doing it all wrong, so it became Ruth's Chris Steak House.

Season's theory: There were a bunch of guys named Chris who started a Steak House and nobody knew which one belonged to which Chris. So then everyone was like, "We're gonna go to Ruth's Chris tonight."

We've both lost sleep over it.

Anyway. Whatever the reason for the name—Ruth's Chris Steak House is the best steak one could EVER possibly hope to have. I mean, is it appropriate to gush about a piece of meat? Anyway, here's another please note: If you tell them it's your anniversary when you make your reservation, they will adorn your table with real rose petals and then give you a free dessert.

Now that we're back, it's down to business as usual—with Tom at work and me at home, reminding Clara to chew her food and Maren that she's not allowed to stand up in the bathtub. The usual. No more of this globetrotting around in elevators and eating cinnamon bears around the clock.

But that's okay. It was just the break this old married couple needed.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Oh, hey. It's me. You know—Season?


Is blogging dying out? See, I feel like nobody blogs anymore. Or at least not half as much as everyone used to. Including me. Noooooo! Let's band together and fight it!

But enough about that.

We did the Halloween thing.

Speaking of Mary Poppins, up until two days before the big day, this costume was practically IMperfect in every way, so a huge shout-out to Rachel and Mitzi, who probably did, oh, I don't know—80% of the costume? But goodness, didn't it turn out adoracute to the fullest degree?

And her sidekick:

And the OTHER side kick:

And we celebrated with the Roberts crew:

And getting all four of them to look? Mission Impossible right there. But then! Tom did a little dance.

Works every time.

So that's that. And I mean, if I'm gonna jump back into this blogging thing, I better not get in over my head. Baby steps. Baby steps down the blog.

Oh, but here are a few more fav'rits from Instagram:

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Skit Skat Scoodle Doot Flip Flop Flea

Over the past week we've been running to the tune of sniffles, sore throats and upset stomachs, but luckily everyone was feeling well enough on Saturday for our September tradition: Hogle Zoo with our friends Nate and Nicole, and their kids.

This year we really scored because when we arrived, a kind lady just handed over admission tickets plus tickets to ride the carousel—because some of her party hadn't come and she had ended up with extra. Upon arrival, we slathered ourselves in sunscreen because the sun was brightly shining, but within an hour some ominous clouds settled in and lots of people called it quits for the day. But not us. Never, I say! As a result of the weather, it was the least busy I've ever seen the zoo—and all the animals came out to enjoy the quiet rain. We actually got to see the cats, as opposed to just a tail or paw poking out—which is often the case on a hot and sunny day. There were hundreds and millions and billions and trillions of cats! And I called to them all: "Which one of you is the prettiest?" And then there was a big to-do. And lots of fur. ...Nevermind. Anyway. 

The real highlight for Clara was finally getting to pull out the new umbrella that we purchased a few weeks ago. Phrases such as, "Dude—stop admiring the umbrella and look at the [insert wild and rare animal species here]," may or may not have been commonly heard.

That's all.

The end.

Until next year.

Related Posts with Thumbnails