Wednesday, February 25, 2009

FYI: Pictures

Today is February 25th, which not only marks my Mom's b-day, but also means I've been home from The Great Schelp of '08/BFF World Tour '09 one month. I had hoped to post more pictures and blog about all the great times by now, but I just haven't. Now it all feels too old. But I made some promises, so I've compromised (read: been lazy) and spent the evening watching Idol (why do so many of them suck this year?) and uploading pictures to Facebook. Check them out there. If you're not on Facebook, (um, where are you?) you can view them here.

Happy Birthday Grammy!


We love you!

Monday, February 23, 2009

Boy was I wrong.

Cheryl has pretty much been a rockstar aunt since the day Anderson was born. Even before his arrival she was super excited and way supportive. Cheryl loves babies. And Cheryl loves Anderson.


Cheryl gave Anderson his first haircut last weekend.

Now it's (finally!!) my turn to be excited for her. Cheryl and Ryan just returned from an ultrasound appointment and learned they are having...





A BOY!!!!




Around 17 weeks. Doesn't she look fabulous?

My mom and I are shocked. We were convinced she was having a girl. Convinced. Don't take us to Vegas. Of course, we're really just thrilled this baby is healthy. I'm excited Anderson will have a little boy cousin! They'll be about 15 months apart.

Anderson has only one cousin right now: 3-year-old Dalen. We got to spend a few days with Dalen while in Idaho last month. He is very lovable with a fun little personality, and it's high time he made an appearance on this blog.



"Trust me, Dalen, do NOT eat that soapy stuff!"

After Dalen we have to go to 2nd cousins on my mom's side of the family to get anybody Anderson's age. We're pretty happy to do so when the 2nd cousins are this cute.

Anderson, Smith and Trey Broadbent

Anderson, Willa Barnes, Smith and Trey Broadbent

It will be great to add another baby to this Barnes bunch. A bunch that, when all together, totals 17 -- with 2 on the way! July 15th can't come soon enough.


Congratulations Cheryl & Ryan!!!


Editors Note: Pity party is over. (Thank you for attending!) Fabulous Right Now has returned (to the left)-- Oscar style!!
What were your favorite fabulous fashions last night?

Sunday, February 15, 2009

I'm having a pity party. You're invited.




I received my "nightmare" (I've honestly been saying this for years) calling today: Early Morning Seminary Teacher.

My duties includes finding the students, activating them, motivating them to go, getting their Home Teachers to give them rides and helping them catch up for the past year.


My mom's 1st reaction: "Move"

Her 2nd reaction: "Okay, don't move. But you are totally allowed to hate your life."

Then came her advice: "Get pregnant."



I have spent most of the day in tears.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Rough Week

We're having a really bad week. Not only are we going through Great Schelp of '08 withdrawals (making us emotionally sick), but we are also physically sick. I mean really sick. It started with Anderson late Saturday night. He developed a nasty cough. The congestion, runny nose, sleepless nights, etc. followed. Then it hit me hard. Walloped me. I rarely get sick. I can't think of the last time I had a cold this bad. I've got it all: achy, weak, congestion, headache, cough, sinus pressure, sore throat... the works. My head feels like it weighs 1000 pounds, and I'm pretty sure I swallowed a tennis ball. The worst part is it doesn't seem to be going away and nothing, except maybe Fabulous Right Now #1 (see left hand column), seems to touch it. Anderson is actually doing much better, but my symptoms are just getting worse. It's so bad I canceled a phone date (no voice) and two play dates involving shopping. One of them was outlet mall shopping. That's really sick.

A silver lining of excitement (and mild panic): Anderson took his first step Tuesday. He's just shy of 10 months. He's not walking, but he definitely took his first, real, unsupported step. Right into my arms. It was great. But it was a one time show, yet to be repeated. Since then he's gone back to cruising like Vin Diesel on anything two feet tall. Last night his legs got ahead of his body and he smacked his eye on the corner of the coffee table and wound up with a little shiner. Ouch.

Sick and injured. That sucks.


Close up (mostly because I'm finally learning my camera's fancy features)

This kid knows what will make the pain go away.

Harley cheered him up with a little cookie making.


Then came this morning. I was resting in bed, trying to just breathe. Suddenly, there was a terrible, LOUD crash. I jumped up (and nearly fainted doing so), and ran to the bathroom to find the cabinet had collapsed to the floor, taking the towel rack down with it.




This is what the bathroom looked like before the Great Fall.


I don't think our landlord is going to be too thrilled with her new, beautiful cupboard in pieces on the floor. Things are touchy with her right now since we just resolved a minor standoff regarding two rent checks that were "lost in the mail." (In the end, it was her bad, but you hate to be those tenants who email these pictures the day after February's rent check is finally found and cashed.) Speaking of standoffs, for no apparent reason, our Comcast bill literally doubled this month. Looks like I have a few phone calls to make. I think I'll wait until tomorrow, when I can hopefully hear out of at least one of my ears.


Totally unrelated: I'm throwing in two feeling-better, pre-shiner Anderson pictures from lunch yesterday. The bottom face is just for Grammy.



Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Let it Snow!

It's snowing in Bladensburg. I usually don't like snow in Maryland, but this is kind of pretty. It's a light, soft snow, leaving a peaceful white dusting on the ground. It's harmless... yet the entire state is shut down. As I've said before, it's just snow people. I don't know why we have to freak out, drive like crazy people and close everything. I'm so glad I'm not here right now, producing a newscast that is pure school closures and padded weather time. Instead I'm happily trapped in my apartment, content to stay in my sweats and get stuff done. (This kind of day, by the way, is my favorite day ever.)

I love snow. I like winter. I just don't like it here because you can't do anything in it. You never get enough snow and it quickly turns to ice, so there is no playing. Just drama. And there are no mountains.

I loved all the snow we had in Utah. It snowed crazy amounts over Christmas and laced my perfect Winter Wonderland holidays with beauty and fun. And we played in the snow. Especially at the cabin. I love the cabin.

Today's dusting in Maryland makes me think of December's dumping in Utah and has inspired the following overload of pictures and trip down Christmas Vacation lane.

Enjoy the following presentation: "How We Three Kings had Snow Much Fun" (forgive me, I'm nostalgic and therefore really cheesy and really into posting a LOT of pictures)

We made snow angels...

Anderson

Tom & Tennile

We took Weiler Family Christmas pictures...



We got a little wet doing it...

Me, Lisa, Ali (No butt doubles here people. We do our own work.)

We took King Family pictures...




We shoveled...

Tennile & Tom

We had a "senior picture style" photo shoot with Jim...

(Yes, ladies, he's single. 801-885-9426)


We hiked mini mountains covered in icicles in Idaho...





We went skiing twice, but didn't take the camera.:(

(insert imaginary skiing pictures here)

We bundled up at the cabin...




And enjoyed our most memorable activity. It involved a ladder, a green roof and five feet of packed snow to fall into...



Harley & Me



Me & Allison



Tom & Tennile

Jonathan & Allison

My graceful leap to the other side

Anderson loved watching the snow from the cabin's picture window...

Especially when the aliens showed up...


HAPPY SNOW DAY!

Monday, February 2, 2009

Addict

Hi, my name is Anderson King and I'm a paciholic.


I go on binky binges and the hangovers look like this.


When I can't find a pacifier, I sneak Grandpa's golf balls.




Party on, babies. Party on.