Friday, August 20, 2010

I'm Back!

Oops. This was supposed to go on my knitting blog but I obviously selected the wrong one on the blogger sign in page. Oh well.

After a long and lovely trip to Utah to visit the fam I am back in New York and attempting to get life back together. While I was in Utah I did lots of knitting and almost completely finished a project from Wacky Baby Knits. I now need to find 17 buttons to finish it off. Surprisingly, that is taking a long time. It would probably help if I took the outfit with me when I was looking for buttons.

One good reason to be back is that I was in time to catch the going out of business sale of the local yarn/quilt store. I managed to score this haul for $18! Those two sets of dpn's would cost more than that.

While in Utah I also ran into Joann's clearance for the yarns that were being discontinued. Thank goodness my husband packed light and brought a big suitcase. I just barely managed to get it all home.








Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Utah!

It seems as though all of our vacations are trips to visit the family back in Utah. Not sure how many of these we'll be able to afford once we need to buy 4 plane tickets, but for now it's a fun trip every year or so. And even though Dawnell was back there for a month, we still didn't end up with any pictures from the Utah Shakespearean Festival, or our one night in Vegas without the kids, or of our visit to Carson, Beckett's best friend in utero.

This is Cedar Breaks National Monument. Here is Dawnell and Ciaran. They are cute in front of gorgeous and scary scenery.


Beckett at "Point Supreme." What a stud.


Gorgeous


Beckett went to the zoo. Here he is sitting on top of a vanquished Cougar, because that is what all Utes do these days, lord over the top of their vanquished Cougar foes. Good times.

Beckett also enjoyed fishing. Don't worry, we'll work on curing him of this defect.


Here's Beckster in front of something at the zoo.

While we were in Utah we had family photos with all of Dawnell's family. Dawnell has 5 older sisters who combined have a total of 19 kids (our two are numbers 17 and 19 on the list). We had professional photographs taken since all of the sisters were in town and all of the cousins (except for the cousin who lives out of state and is already married) were also there. We decided to dress with our part of the larger family in a theme. Here are me and my two boys in our Jazz jerseys. Dawnell, who took this picture, did not wear a Jazz jersey, but her green shirt matched mine nicely. And now all of our jerseys are retro jerseys since the Jazz introduced new uniforms yesterday. We're hipster cool like that.

We tried to have happy family love time by going to visit Temple Square. After three minutes of Beckett screaming bloody murder we changed plans and visited the closer Jordan River Temple. We took some family pictures there, but trust me when I say none of them turned out that great.



Here's the best of the bunch, just Beckett.


Saturday, August 7, 2010

Home Trigonomics

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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Goodbye Jolly

Today was a very, very sad day. Ciaran has been in physical therapy since he came home from the hospital. Westchester County has an exceptional early intervention program and as a preemie Ciaran got on the fast track for services. Out of an amazing program we managed to get the most premier, excellent, wonderful physical therapist of the whole bunch.

Her name is Anjali, but Beckett always called her Jolly. It was very fitting. She was always so encouraging and happy and helpful. She knew just how hard to push Ciaran to make him work, but not make him break down. She always brought an extra toy for Beckett to play with during therapy so he didn't feel left out. He will miss those bowling animals. She did a great job explaining to me what I needed to be doing at home to help Ciaran achieve his physical goals. She was the first person I called when he finally rolled from his back to his tummy. (Sorry Chris.) Unfortunately for our family she is moving far away and today was our last session together. I am beside myself. We will miss her so much.


Beckett actually took this picture for us. It's a little blurry, but not bad.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Highland Games

Today we went to the Highland Games in Norwalk, CT. This is the 87th year it has been in existence. It's the third oldest games in the US. It was as fun as anything with two small children can be.

We made our way through all the clan tents learning about them and getting stamps in our passports. We learned their war cries and made up our own. Mommy's war cry is, "Those are my rules!" Daddy's war cry is "Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooolaso, aso aso!" Beckett's war cry varies greatly. The latest incarnation was, "I see a red rose!" (Which if you're going to go all Lancastrian or something is a pretty good war cry. Or I guess it would be more York since they wanted to kill the red roses....I digress.) Personally I liked, "I like to play Smash Brothers!"

One clan tent with a very good reference book and nice chart did manage to find our poor little, defunct Somerville Clan. Our beast is a dragon shooting fire out of BOTH ends. Well done Lord Somerville for slaying that "worm".

(Another not so helpful clan guy told me it didn't matter if we were StUArts or StEWarts they were all the same. I'm not so sure my ancestors would agree.)

Chris inadvertently wore Clan Macpherson shorts. We're not so sure which clan Beckett inadvertently wore.


We watched some dancing...a fling or a reel or something. It kind of involved swords so that was neat.


We also spent a good amount of time watching a couple of the "heavy" events. I will steal from Wikipedia and explain. (Our hot, crying children forced us to leave before the caber toss. Sad.)

Scottish hammer throw: This event is similar to the hammer throw as seen in modern-day track and field competitions, though with some differences. In the Scottish event, a round metal ball (weighing 16 or 22 lb for men or 12 or 16 lb for women) is attached to the end of a shaft about 4 feet in length and made out of wood, bamboo, rattan, or plastic. With the feet in a fixed position, the hammer is whirled about one's head and thrown for distance over the shoulder. Hammer throwers sometimes employ specially designed footwear with flat blades to dig into the turf to maintain their balance and resist the centrifugal forces of the implement as it is whirled about the head. This substantially increases the distance attainable in the throw.

We almost get an up kilt shot.

Chris got this great video of a hammer toss in action.


Weight over the bar, also known as weight for height. The athletes attempt to toss a 56 pound (4 stone) weight with an attached handle over a horizontal bar using only one hand. Each athlete is allowed three attempts at each height. Successful clearance of the height allows the athlete to advance into the next round at a greater height. The competition is determined by the highest successful toss with fewest misses being used to break tie scores.




The sound of pipe bands and their piping competition filled the background constantly, but I don't think we got any videos of it. We ate scotch eggs and shrimp and chips (for some reason I wanted shrimp not fish). I didn't go for the Irn Bru because it was $3 for a little bottle and that made my penny pinching Scots blood boil. Beckett golfed and won 2 prizes and cheated at the ring toss, but they still let him have 3 prizes for that and fishing. He is in love with his dragon necklace and I think is going to fight to wear it to church tomorrow.

And here are some random "flavor" shots.





Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The one year check up

As you can see Ciaran is 18 lb 5oz. Unfortunately this is still not on the charts but it is really close.

If you peek at the bottom right of the picture you can see he's also 27.5 inches tall. This is also not on the charts but it's like right below the line. So close to touching.

His head is 18 inches in circumference which is on the charts. It's the 25%. Ah, my big head kids.

He's still growing well and following his own growth curve. Hopefully by his 15 month appointment all of him will be on the charts.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Ciaran is ONE!

Our tiny little Ciaran is a giant, grande one year old. I can't wait for his one year appointment on June 18. I don't know how big he is, but it's a whole lot bigger than this:


Quite a contrast to this active little guy
(Okay this is Beckett's crown, but poor Ciaran is really getting the raw end of the second child stick with about zero birthday preparations on our part, so I put the crown on him for festive purposes.)


And Chris and I continue to prove that we are inhuman monsters and the worst parents alive as we allow our second child to have demon sugar.

(And that monkey on my back was delicious. Red velvet cake from Juniors.)

In developmentally appropriate fashion Ciaran attempts to eat his presents open. Thank you Grandma.



Mommy and Ciaran.

Daddy and Ciaran.

Singing Happy Birthday, which thanks to Beckett we did about 7 times.
And yes, Beckett is running around in only underwear. Potty training is tough.

And finally, we attempt to get Ciaran to say "Da, da" which he normally does rather well, but we can't stop him making satisfied, "Mmm, cake" noises.