Abby's 1st birthday! Huzzah!

Abby wrapped up in her ducky quilt. The fabrics have different rubber ducky pictures. Thanks Sarah!



Abby in her pink sunglasses. She was so proud of herself for having sunglasses. It was fabulous.



The cake! It was a ducky cake. She struggled to get past the frosting and she was way tired so she started rubbing the frosting in her eyes (as she rubbed her eyes). To be honest, I don't know if the cake was ever eaten.



A tub of duckies. The babes loved it. I don't know if Kaitlin was very happy with Luke and Abby though. They kept taking the ducks out and forgetting to put them back! ;)


One in each hand! Wahoo!

I've been tagged.

Wow. My first time being tagged. Thank you, Kelsey. I will always remember this moment. Though, to be honest, I'm not quite sure how this whole tag thing works. Nor can I think of any fabulous responses. So I did my best and here it goes:

(Intro)
Link the person who tagged you.*Mention the rules on your blog.*Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.*Tag fellow bloggers by linking them. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged!

I'm linking Kelsey.

Okay, folks, you got it? Six quirks of mine. Ready... go:

1. I have a million, perhaps a billion faces that I subconsciously pull as I laugh, tell jokes, speak in public, speak in private, cry, scream, sarcastically fight, etc. etc.; however, it's usually just when I'm talking to someone and I'm telling them a story or responding to a comment (which I guess is almost always?). My boss used to laugh at me every five minutes because he'd claim that I just pulled a new face. I can always tell when I've pulled a weird face because Jesse will get this funny smile on his face. I don't do it on purpose. It just kind of happens.

2. I live and die by my lists---and my planner. It was more emphatic when I was in school and working, and now that I'm a mom the lists have changed. Instead of "write essay for Soc W 405", they became "wash dishes, eat lunch, do laundry, finish wiping down kitchen table". One time I even found myself scheduling time to go to the bathroom. Ridiculous. I check my planner 2,200 times a day to make sure I know exactly what I have today, tomorrow, and the next three weeks to come. Lately though I can never seem to remember what day of the week it is. All I know is that today was "Park day" and tomorrow is "Library day" and then "Mother's Group day". So odd being a mother....

3. Like Kelsey, I hate crumbs. I really hate crumbs on my kitchen floor. I think I sweep my kitchen floor at least 6 times a day, if not more. Abby is really good at giving me stuff to sweep up.

4. If I'm going to start a project, I like to get it done all in one day. I don't know how to space it out. When I made a quilt for Jesse the week he got home from his mission, I completed it in either one or two days. It should have taken me at least a week. When I start a book, I prefer to finish it in 1-2 days. Case in point: I finished The Goose Girl, Enna Burning, and River Secrets all this past weekend. One for each day. Much was neglected in my house. I decorated my magnet board in one night. You get the idea.

5. I don't know how to shop. I don't like to spend a lot of time in one store looking through stuff. If I don't immediately see what I want, then I leave. Part of my problem is that I can't separate one item from another to see how it would look on it's own. Like a piece of jewelry or shoes or a shirt. I see it with all the other items on the display rack and it overwhelms me so I leave. I'm embarrassed to say that my mother still does a lot of my shopping---and I am ever so grateful for that. One day I'll figure it out.

6. My idea of a midnight snack is usually a bowl of oatmeal or nine-grain. Though I will admit to the occasional bowl of vanilla ice cream.


So I'm done. I tag... Sarah. Yeah, you editor-girl. And just for fun, I also tag Jesse. BAH!

HELP! Calling for the aid of moms!!!

So I know many of you who read this are moms so I'm begging for help--mainly because my own mother isn't answering her phone at the minute. I need some help being a young mom. Here's the problem:

Abigail won't eat. She didn't want breakfast and now she didn't want lunch. It's been three days since she's had a substantial meal. Every time we sit down to eat she swats the food away and signs to me "all done"--before we've even started. She has been sick this week so I know she probably didn't have much of an appetite, but she's much better now. I've tried giving her her favorite foods: yogurt, rice cereal, cheese sticks, etc. But she's just not even interested.

So what do I do?! Do I just not worry about it and hope she'll eat later? I obviously can't force her to eat. Okay, Moms with wisdom (or even if you're not a mom, but you have wisdom), please shed some light on this hopeless situation for me. Give me suggestions or words of comfort to ease my panic. If you can't comment on the blog because you're not a blogger yourself, email me at laurencallista@hotmail.com. Thank you!




You'd think I'd learn by now...



Playing with dad in Bama.




And more playing. Just with multiple duckies.

Brilliant Babe

I'm not kidding. I think my babe is super brilliant. We've been signing to her (simple signs) since she was six months old, but she's never signed anything back--until about two weeks ago. While we were in Alabama, her signing just took off. She nows signs: "more", "eat", "sleep", "ball" (her favorite), "please", "thank you", and "baby". She also responds to the commands: "wave hi! (bye)", "shrug", "clap hands", "what does an elephant say", "dance", etc. And then today, Stephen started singing Raffi's "Brush Your Teeth" and Abby put her finger to her mouth to brush her teeth! I've never done that with her finger. She's only ever watched me! I know there's so much more, but I just can't think of it all right now. Ah, my brilliant babe. I love it.

And I love that she just found, crushed, and spread crackers all across my kitchen floor.

Love it.

Quote of the Moment

This quote is on my friend's blog. I think it's absolutely, marvelously true (even more so when you become a stay-at-home mom):

"A house does not have to be perfect to be a home of joy, a child does not have to behave perfectly to love and be loved, and every moment of life does not have to be perfect to be of value. Too often, I realize, we fail to see the glorious reality of the simple joy that abounds in the seemingly mundane routine of day-to-day living. Instead, we tend to idolize the past, idealize the future, and devalue the present....

What better way to show our appreciation to Heavenly Father for what we have than to embrace our lives, albeit 'ordinary' and 'unexciting,' with joy?"

--Winnie Dalley