Monday, September 29, 2008

New Project

Whilst going about my Google Reader today I found out about a photography project called 365. It's basically where you take pictures every day and post a picture a day to document your life. Here's a link to an article about one of the original 365 proects. I've decided to start a 365 project and you can check it out here:

Friday, September 26, 2008

Football season

Football seasons is upon us. Zach LOVES college football and so for the next several Saturdays he will escape down to his "lair" in the afternoons to catch a game or two. I'm not such a big football fan but I do enjoy College Pick'em which has become somewhat of a Sumsion tradition. Usually I am too lazy to do my picks, especially when you have to rate them with confidence points. So my picks usually end up being Zach's second-hand picks. But it's still fun to play and read all the trash talking that inevitably ensues.

What I really love about football season is watching Marshall's little league football games. Football is really his sport and he gets better and better every season. One of the reasons I love to go to his games is to watch my dad watch the games. My dad does not take compliments well so I won't spend a lot of time on this. But my dad is a great coach and a great support to my brothers in their sports.



He usually helps coach but right now he's working a night job and can't make it to the practices. But come Saturday he is ready to go and always volunteers to carry around the sideline thingies (I don't know what they're called or what they do but they look heavy and they have to be moved a lot).

Dad is always there yelling encouragement from the sidelines and giving him pointers when he's not on the field (which isn't too often).


Here's to another great football season. GO MURRAY!

Love, ali

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Poo-bags

Last week I decided to try out my new baby sling and take the dog for a walk. I've put off using the sling because I worry the baby will get too hot in there. But it was a rainy day and Tyke was going stir crazy so I put on a hoodie, stuck the kido in the sling and headed out the door. But not before grabbing a couple of poo bags in case of an emergency.

Who am I kidding? If my dog gets a walk he's sure as crap gonna poop on someone else's lawn. Isn't it always so much more fulfilling, crapping on someone else's lawn? Or something like that...

Anyhoo, I normally try to get him to go when there's no people around. Not because I'm trying to hoard my poo baggies or get away with leaving piles of steaming crap around town. It's just kind of embarrassing being tied to another creature whilst doing it's business. And people always give you dirty looks when your dog squats in the middle of their sidewalk, until they see you dig out the dreaded brown bag. So you have to pull it out immediately or endure the glares that will more assuredly be thrown your way.

So we round the corner onto 1700 South and Tyke gets the look in his eye. I look around and don't notice anyone so I let the leash slack and coo "it's alright, go potty" which is the secret code word (yes, my dog "potties" on command - can't yours??). And just as he gets nestled down to do the deed I notice the man having a smoke on the porch of the house we're parked in front of. I hastily pull out my baggie and wait for Tyke to finish. I clean up the mess and tie a knot in the end of the bag (for that is how it is done). And as I pass the man finishing his smoke he yells "Hey, that was really cool. Thank you VERY much."

And that, my friends, is why I will always be one of those people who cleans up after their dogs. It might be unpleasant and it might make me look like a geekus, but who doesn't appreciate a responsible pet owner?

Love, ali

It hurts...


I now understand the saying "love someone so much it hurts." I would give up my life for this little guy. I would do anything to make him happy and keep him from harm. Suddenly the economy matters to me as well as our personal finances. I worry about global terror and the impending earthquake set to hit the Wasatch Front. I worry about if he'll be bullied or if he'll bully others or have problems learning to read or not be very good at sports. Worry, worry, worry. I guess I'll have to stick with my current strategy for dealing with stressful situations: don't worry about it until it happens. It's worked for me so far.

Blog Stats


Not only is my friend Derek one of the funniest people I know, he's also one of the smartest. He's also really good at Catch Phrase and very technologically savy. That's him in the glasses. That's me in the blonde hair! Flashback!

Anyhoo, we were discussing blogging yesterday and he let me know about a little site called Stat Counter. They create a code you can paste into your blog that lets you track the traffic to your blog. It will tell you how many people visit your blog daily, how many of those are new visitors, and more! So check it out. The instructions are fairly straight forward and if you're bloggin with Blogger it will give you step by step instructions so you can't go wrong!

Love, ali

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Family


Motherhood has hit me like a ton of bricks. It's incredible to have someone depend on you so much. I know it's cliche to say this but I never realized how much I would be able to love someone so instantaneously. I mean, I like kids but after a few hours I appreciate being able to send them back to their own parents. But with Franky I get nervous when he's not in my presence.


Our little family is so much more complete now. I love my boys. I can't imagine my life without them and that includes Frankleberries even though he's only been a part of it for such a short time.


Love, ali

Friday, September 19, 2008

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Golfy boys


Last week we went to the golf course with Z-man to watch him chip some golf balls.




Daddy has a nice chip shot!


Beautiful boy... I wonder what he's thinking.

love, ali

Saturday, September 13, 2008

More than words...


"I never knew how much love my heart could hold until someone called me 'mommy'."
-- Author Unknown

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Seven Years


I can't believe it's been seven years since the 9/11 attacks. I remember that day clearly. I was walking into school with Joe and Dominic and Dom asked us if we'd heard about the planes that cashed into buildings that morning. I was only half listening to him and thought he was telling some sort of joke. But when I got to first period english the TV was on and the images of planes going into the World Trade Center were flashing behind the reporter who was explaining what they thought was happening. We watched until the bell rang and then the teacher turned off the TV. My next period was history and I clearly remember Mr. Drake telling us that this day would change everything. I remember his facial expressions more than anything and how grim he seemed. I couldn't imagine how the world would change and I didn't believe him really.

My mom and I went shopping after school. We drove over to Fort Union and as we pulled up to the intersection I noticed a man standing on the stone wall holding an American flag. He was dressed in a suit and holding the flag with a certain reverence, in the middle of rush hour traffic. He didn't smile, he didn't wave, he just stood. Most people just stared. Some people honked. I cried.

I miss the feeling of patriotism that swept over the country in the weeks following the attack. That feeling contrasts drastically to the general feeling in this country today. I guess mostly because it's an election year. I just hope that the next time that patriotism sweeps the nation it's not brought on by such a huge tragedy. I will always remember that feeling and try to remember that we really do live in the greatest country on earth.

Love, ali

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Hormones...

I'm probably happier than I've ever been in my whole life but I've also never been more hormonal/emotional. I have cried more in the past week then I have in the past 6 months.

One night when we were in the hospital I had fed the kido and was holding him in bed but couldn't really sleep very well. I hadn't slept hardly at all the night before, I felt too bad to send him to the nursery! Anyways, I fed him around 2:30 and woke up at 5:00 and he wasn't in the room. I had a vague memory of the nurses coming to get him to do his vitals but I wasn't sure. I paged my nurse and then started imagining all sorts of horrible things and reasons why they didn't bring him back right away. I sat there in agony for about 5 minutes and I paged my nurse again. Then I started crying. DH woke up and told me it would be okay. My nurse finally came in a few minutes later and said they kept him there so I could sleep and had told me that but I was pretty drowsy when the took him. It was such an awful feeling when I woke and he was gone.

Then yesterday we went to Target. I didn't have my cell phone so after I helped Z pick out some cute clothes I went to groceries and told him to come find me when he was done. I finished shopping and went looking for Z. I ended up walking around for a good 15 minutes, all the while worrying that the baby was going to wake up and start screaming. I finally found him and when I laid eyes on him I started bawling, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF TARGET. He thought I had my cell and had been waiting for me to call him. I wasn't even mad, just overwhelmed with emotion.

That's just a sampling of the madness over the past few days. I hope it gets better. I'm not used to being a weepy person.

DH goes back to work tomorrow and I am pretty sad. I'm just trying not to think about it. It's not that I don't think I can handle this. Franky is already in a pretty good routine and I can set him down in the bouncer and do my thing when he's full and dry. I just feel bad that Z has to go back to work and I get to stay home with the kido. He works so hard and now that he's the only bread winner there's even more pressure. And our renters are moving at the end of October so he's got even more pressure to finish all of his endless projects. He's just a good-hearted, hard-working man and I am so lucky to be his wifey. I almost cried when I just typed that. HA HA!

This should cheer you up. It cheered me up. My brother is a dorko.

Love, ali

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

The craftiness thereof was excedingly great...

... then I had a baby. But I just had to share what I accomplished during my few days as a SAHM minus the kido.

Thanks to Joy at Joys of Home I was able to create this puppy for under $5. So cute and really easy.


This year Zach and I started a new tradition. On our anniversary we made some resolutions about our relationship and a theme to focus on that would help us improve our marriage this year. Having a child can bring about all sorts of changes in ones life and Zach and I decided that our word for this year is going to be "Embrace", as in embracing the HUGE changes that are about to take place in our lives. I made this sign for Zach as a little reminder that I will always be here with him to embrace the changes in our lives this year.


For the people who threw my showers I made some homemade thanks you cards. I've yet to send most of them so I might be spoiling a few surprises by posting them but they were so fun to make! I used my clear stamps and they turned out great.



Hopefully there will be many more crafty posts in the near future. But for now, I'm off to catch up on my Google Reader while the kido sleeps for a bit.



Love, ali

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Post partum


Can you believe I have time to blog just 3 days after he was born?? I just had to brag about our little guy. He is so beautiful and I am falling more in love with him every day.


Here we are in the hospital (yes, I'm wearing makeup - girl's gotta represent!)

Here's baby F taking a nap on daddy.

He seriously has the magic touch and can always get him to stop crying.

More to come when I've had more sleep!


love, ali

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Franky Tate is here!

Frankleberries AKA: FB AKA: Bubs AKA: Babu
7 lbs, 14 oz
21 inches


Zach and I went to bed around 11:30 last night. I was having contractions but nothing terribly painful, just slightly crampy. A little after midnight my water broke! There was no question, it was a huge gush. Thinking I had plenty of time to get to the hospital, I hopped in the shower. Then the real contractions started. I blow dried my hair and put on some makeup, just foundation and bronzer. The contractions were slightly more painful but I had work to do! I changed my clothes and made Zach get all of our bags in the car and make sure we had all the camera equipment and computer stuff. By this time the contractions were pretty severe and only 2-3 minutes between each one.

We got to the hospital and checked in. By this time I was already begging for an epidural. It was another 1.5 hours before I was given one.

It was a busy night at labor and delivery. I kind of started freaking out because the pain was so bad. But the first in a line of awesome nurses reminded me to breathe and Zach held my hand and encouraged me to get through it. The nurse said I was already dialated to 4 CM so I was well on my way.

By the time the anesthesiologist came it was about 2:30 AM and I was no longer nervous about the big needle and how much it would hurt. The epidural was actually a breeze and after a few minutes I was completely numb. I was able to relax and sleep on and off for the next few hours. At about 7 AM my OB arrived to check me. I was dialated to an 8 at this point. He said by lunch time we'd probably have this kido!

I was checked again throughout the morning and by 10 AM I'd only dialated to about 8.5 CM (although I think she maybe just said that to be nice, I wasn't progressing much). They decided to start me on Pitocin to see if they could get me to a 10. From then until about 12:30 I finally dialated to a 10 and was ready to push.

At this point I realized we had a problem. My upper back was KILLING me with each movement. I don't know if I'd been sleeping on it wrong or what but it felt like a charlie horse in my upper back and neck. I could only move my head a certain way to keep it from crippling me. I started crying and sort of freaking out but I realized I needed to get a hold of myself. I said a prayer and started doing some stretches to prepare myself.

I started pushing at 1:00 and was told I was doing great, even though I couldn't feel a thing down below. I was in a lot of pain in my upper back as I had to bring my chin to my chest during each push. After a few minutes it got easier as I stretched between each push and around 2:00 my nurse called in the dic and he said we were ready to have this baby! That got me really excited and I forgot about the pain in my back. After a couple more pushes I felt him coming out and started to cry. I had to push a few more times so I swallowed my emotion and bore down and at 2:11 he was finally out! They had to use forceps and before that they had to turn him by hand so he was pretty beat up, but he was simply gorgeous, despite the cuts and bruises. I couldn't believe this little guy had been in my belly just a few hours before! They placed him on my chest and began wiping him off. He only cried for about 10 seconds and then just stared at Zach and I. I was bawling, he was so beautiful! Zach cut the cord and I could see tears in his eyes as well. We were so happy!

Franky is doing just fine! He's having a little trouble with nursing but we're working on it. I feel really prepared since I did the nursing classes so I'm not to worried. He just needs practice.

We are one happy little family. Zach is the proudest daddy around and we couldn't be more thrilled.

Love, ali