I found it, now I just need to build it...

So I was watching HGTV the other day (bad idea for someone with NO design sense) and their dream house had this beautiful dining room table. Well I haven't been able to get that table out of my head. I tried to explain it to Dave and told him I wanted him to build it for me but the way I was explaining it wasn't working out because his response was "You wouldn't even mind if you were white trash would you?"* Well, probably not but the table in the dream house and the table in my mind were NOT white trash. Then today, browsing some DIY blogs I found this...

which is the homemade version of this...
and now I want it. BAD. Dave and I made a deal that I could get a new kitchen table when we either move back to our house in Enoch or get another one somewhere else so I will wait impatiently until I can try my hand at making this beauty. I just need to polish up my woodworking skills from 7th grade first... Unless of course someone wants to make it for me in the meantime?

They have lots of cute plans here.

* To Dave's credit here, the way I described he thought the table had like particle board as the top, and yeah, that would be kind of white trash.

31 Months - Quit Growing Logan!

So in the last month you had your third (THIRD!!) Christmas and I think you enjoyed it quite a bit. Maybe that's because you are still begging us to watch Mickey Mouse Once Upon a Christmas and Twice Upon a Christmas. Well that's ok, if you are still thinking about Santa I can still threaten that he is watching to see who is naughty or nice. You got the basketball hup you asked for and you like it, but I think your dad likes it more. He shoots baskets from the couch while you rebound for him.

Opening the basketball hoop.

Yes, Santa ran out of paper and had to use 2 kinds.

Don't judge the jolly old guy.

Playing "hups" at Grandma and Grandpa H's house Christmas morning.

You said some really funny things in the last month too. You went to Lin's with Grandma H. the day after Christmas and there was a Frosty the Snowman video on sale. You told her "If you buy that for me I'll pay you back later." I laughed when she told me the story and really have no idea where you heard that one since the only people I ever go shopping with is you and your sister and yeah, you guys don't have any money for me to borrow.

On Christmas Eve we were all at Grandma and Grandpa H.'s house and everyone was singing Jingle Bells trying to get you to sing it. In the middle of the song you stopped, looked at everyone and said "Oh. I should have brought my guitar." What guitar? Again, no clue where you got that from.

A few days before Christmas we put a Santa hat on Tess. You took one look at her and said "Oh hi, Santa. I'm so happy you came. . . I thought you'd be taller." Me and your dad about died laughing. Later we heard that phrase on one of your cartoons so we know where you got it but it was so funny.

You had fun at the Pollock family Christmas party too. Your Grandpa Veater dressed up as Santa and we all had a good laugh when he walked in and yelled to Quade. "Quade! Come sit on Grandpa's lap!" Luckily none of you kids caught on to what he had said but the adults all laughed pretty hard. I forgot my camera (of course) but I know there are a few pictures out there I need to find of you sitting on his lap. You were really good and not scared and even thanked Santa for the Mickey Mouse toy he gave you that night.

You are getting too tall. You can see over the counters, pull the toothbrushes out of the holder in the bathroom, and even reach the Wii remotes on top of the entertainment center. Our options for places to put things so you can't get them are getting fewer and fewer so you either need to quit growing for a while or quit getting into stuff! I doubt either will happen anytime soon so your dad and I may need to invest in some shelves dedicated specifically to that purpose.

You are a good helper in the kitchen and when you know I am cooking dinner or baking something you climb up on your chair on the other side of the island and say "Can I watch you mama? Can I watch you? Can I watch you mama? Mama, can I watch you?" (Yeah, repeat mode is still in full force.) The other day I let you help me make cookies and here you are mixing the salt, baking soda and flour together. You didn't even get that much out of the bowl I was impressed!

You are so fun right now and so much work at the same time, but there is no doubt about it - you are also the sweetest boy we know.

Love you bud,

Mama.

(No) Sleep Like a Baby - Month 7

You, my dear, are a horrible, horrible sleeper. Horrible. Awful. In fact, the #1 most common phrase in our house when we wake up from our 30 minutes of sleep is "If she wasn't so cute..." Yeah. That Bad. I don't know where things went wrong! I had this fantastic sleeper for like 4 months - I was in awe that this baby people talked about, the one that you put down sleepy and didn't stir until 7 a.m., was mine. Now I put you down when you are sleepy and the minute I leave the room you scream and wail like someone punched you in the face. So at the very least I have to stand there until you close your eyes while the CD of classical lullabies, mobile, and light projector all try to lull you to sleep. Too much stimulation? Maybe. But at this point both your dad and I are willing to rent a roomful of dancing bears and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir if it would help you sleep longer than a 2 hour stretch at night.

Oh wait, I DO know what happened. It's my fault, I spoiled you. Fact is, you do sleep more than 2-hour stretch at night - if you are in my bed. And hon, I coslept with Logan for a LONG time and I was and still am a huge supporter of cosleeping (Pam, if you are reading this I am expecting a call with a butt-chewing any minute), but after Logan started sleeping in his bed and, for the most part, staying there, I began enjoying having my bed all to myself (and your dad I guess) again. I can't stand to put little teeny babies all by themselves but, while you are still small, you are no longer a sweet little baby and I expect you to sleep in your crib. Plus, it doesn't help matters much that even when you are asleep in our bed you snort and sniffle and just generally make enough noise to keep your dad up all night long to the point where he has to go sleep on the couch. Luckily I am usually tired enough I only hear it for the first little while and Logan? Well once you get Logan to sleep pretty much the only way you'll wake him up before 5 a.m. is with a bullhorn or the promise of a cookie. And speaking of waking people up - you are not the typical 2nd child who sleeps through a Mack truck coming through the house. Nope. You wake up if a cricket down the street sneezes which is HORRIBLE news for anyone living in a house with Logan. Seriously child, if you weren't so cute...

I suppose part of your night waking could be contributed to your frustration with learning to crawl and shove Cheerios in your face. You get around very, very well but you have yet to really coordinate your arms and legs moving forward at the same time. Backward? No sweat. Forward? Not so much. You did take about 3 crawl-steps on Christmas day and since then you have started army crawling a little more but really, in no big hurry for you to be mobile so while I will again say I won't be surprised if you are full-blown crawling by the next letter, I am in NO. BIG. HURRY.

You love Cheerios. LOVE them. I think they are crack for babies. The first weekend I gave them to you you couldn't get enough and would do the little baby bird thing every time I teased you with one.

You have since learned to get them IN your mouth instead of just grabbing a handful and shoving your hand AT your mouth without getting any of them in, although I do think that move is one of my favorites. Cheerios are pretty much all you eat these days though, those and some milk, formula, and anything that has prunes or apples in the name. Prunes and apples together is a big favorite.

Christmas was fun. You pretty much just liked the crinkly wrapping paper...
but we enjoyed the Santa hats...
and the flashing reindeer noses...

and the fabulous smiles...

But girl I'm telling you, if you don't start sleeping better soon, well

It's just a good thing you are cute.

Love you shorty,

Mom