An Elephant and a Chicky

Okay, first of all, it is no longer November 16th, no matter what the date above says. It's more like November 23 or something. I took the pictures almost a month ago, uploaded them last week, and it's taken me this long to post them! Pretty sad.

Anyway, here are the long-awaited photos from Halloween. We went to a ward party that night for dinner, then went group trick-or-treating in the neighborhood around the Bishop's house (which was an awesome neighborhood, by the way). This was the first year that Connor really understood what was going on - particularly since he had all the older kids to watch and follow. He started out running from house to house as fast as he could go, screaming "Trick or Treat!" as loud as he could at the unfortunate residents. We had to keep reminding him to say thank you, and kept having to explain that you can't tell people what kind of candy you wanted, you just had to be happy with what they were offering. (He kept telling people he wanted green lollipops, because they were his favorite.) By the time we got back to where we'd parked the car, he was so tired he was dragging his candy bag behind him. Elise was still too little to really participate, but we carried her and let her sample her brother's loot, so she enjoyed it.

About a week later, we went on our first beach bike ride. The weather was beautiful, which kind of surprised me. The kids did a lot better this time in the trailer, mostly thanks to generous amounts of snacks. We rode north from Dockweiler Beach for about an hour, then turned around and came back. They have a great bike trail here that, as far as I know, connects every beach in the LA area. When we were done, we all played in the ocean and the kids got totally filthy in the sand.

This is Connor after his first night working in the morgue. He actually stole paint out of his (usually locked) bedroom cabinet and painted his arms and leg to make them look like "muscles". I guess he wanted to be like the skinless guys in his anatomy books.

Cowboys, Bees, and Cars

No, this is not a post about Halloween costumes, although that one is coming soon. This is about our exciting Saturday-before-last. Saturday morning we made our first trip to the Autry, a museum dedicated to "western heritage". It sits right next to the LA Zoo, and we've passed it dozens of times, but never went in until now. It was pretty cool, actually. We were able to pan for gold in the courtyard outside (Connor just splashed in the water), and saw a ton of pioneer and cowboy artifacts. I spent alot of time thinking about my grandpa.

After the Autry, I had to go do some church stuff for a couple hours, so Ryan put Elise to sleep and told Connor he could play outside (while Ryan sat in the lawn chair studying his CFA books). Connor, I guess, asked if he could run through the sprinkler, and Ryan told him to just take off all his clothes and go ahead (something we often allow, since our yard is so secluded). Anyway, the poor kid had a yellowjacket land on him, and despite his efforts to "be really still", it stung him. This was his first bee sting, and although he didn't have a life-threatening reaction to it, I came home to a very unhappy, naked little boy wrapped in a towel on my bed. I have to say that Ryan took really good care of him, but the location of the sting was not ideal by any means. For some reason, Ryan saved the offending yellowjacket, whom he executed without trial.

Anyway, as Connor's ibuprofein and benadryl started to take effect, we decided to go ahead with plans to meet some friends out at the Irwindale Speedway for our first NASCAR-style auto races. Connor still wanted to go, despite his injury. I had my doubts about this activity. I'd never been to anything like this, but the idea of watching loud cars drive around a racetrack with two little kids in tow just doesn't sound fun to me. I expected Elise, especially, to last about three minutes. Things didn't look any better when we got there, mainly because Connor's Benadryl had sent him into a state of altered consciousness. He was acting totally weird - alternately crying and laughing and jabbering nonsense words. We got a little worried, but food seemed to snap him out of it.

(Connor on Benadryl)

The first couple of races were okay, (thank you to Rich for loaning us earmuffs for Elise!), but we had just decided to head home when they pulled out their main attraction: Figure Eights. I have found my inner redneck with this sport. It's the coolest, most bloodthirsty car event I've ever heard of. Go ahead and google it if you want, but basically it's a bunch of psychos racing around in a figure eight that intersects in the middle. How do they avoid crashing, you may ask? Well, that's kind of why people watch it. It was getting too late for us to stay very long, but I'd definitely go back. Even Elise loved it - she sat on the bleacher bench and clapped her hands and squealed.

Pumpkins

Last Monday (10 days ago), for family home evening, we decided to go to a pumpkin patch and let the kids pick out pumpkins. We didn't feel like doing a whole day trip like last year to Pomona, so the "pumpkin patch" was just a place up the street - more like a Christmas tree lot, covered in straw. Connor was totally excited about getting the "best" pumpkin, although we told him that it had to be one he could carry himself.

When we found out that the pumpkins were priced 10-20-30 (as in $10 for a small one), we let Connor pick his out, paid for it, then moved the remainder of our party to the local grocery store, where we got pumpkins for everyone else. We really had intended to only carve Connor's, but it looked like so much fun we did one for everybody (Elise's excepted - she got a drawn on face).

Elise was convinced that pumpkins were for eating. She got really mad at us that we weren't sharing the pumpkin guts that looked so delicious.Here are the results. Connor designed his himself, and even helped cut alot of it. Ryan's is the big warty one, mine is the white one. This is the first Halloween we've been on top of things enough to carve - usually they just sit intact 'till Christmas on the porch.

Unfortunately . . . . .

Living in Los Angeles does have its downsides. We've had 90 degree weather for the past two weeks, and, besides the sad lack of fall ambiance, that also doesn't do good things to pumpkins. Here is a picture of them exactly one week later:

I I meant to take another picture of them yesterday, but Ryan had already thrown them out. Only two days later, they had completely flattened and liquefied all over the porch. There were worms and everything. Yes, it was creepy, but not the Halloween decoration we wanted. I went to Trader Joe's yesterday and got a (reasonably priced) new pumpkin for Connor to do tonight. We have hopes that this one will survive until Halloween.

On another note, I came out of the shower the other day to find that my son had opened up Google Chrome, found our blog, and started clicking links all over blogspot to watch people's videos. He especially liked Erik's cereal-box guitar song, I think he watched it about 20 times. That was kind of cute and amazing, but mostly it freaked me out. I'm really not in the mindset of worrying about Connor's "internet use" yet. Should we get a filter? Should I put the computer out of reach when I'm not around? I thought I had a couple more years before I had to worry about this.

Lastly, who out there has ever recieved allergy shots? Kyle and I both got them through high school in a vain attempt to normalize our immune systems. I would always get a welt on my arm after each shot, which is normal. The funny thing is that these allergic reactions would also show up at other random times. Even on my mission, years later, I would occasionally look down and see an itchy bump right there on my arm where the injections had been. A couple days ago, the same thing happened, for no real reason. Arm just started itching. Apparently the tissue retains some sort of memory of the experience. Kinda weird, huh? Makes you wonder what's going on in there.

Okay, Okay

I'm way behind on updating this blog already, but I feel bad that I never respond to tags, so here you go, Kelli!

4 jobs that I've had:

Receptionist
Rat and Pigeon Trainer (BYU Psychology Lab)
BYU Scoreboard Grill Cashier/Grease Scrubber
Biology Lab Technician

4 movies I have watched more than once:

The Fog of War
Winged Migration
The Godfather
The Royal Tenenbaums

4 TV shows I watch:

The Office (on netflix - season 4 right now)
Jeopardy
Wheel of Fortune (Connor's favorite, otherwise we wouldn't watch)
Dancing with the Stars (rarely - it's just on at a bad time for me)

4 People who email me regularly:

Ryan (with lots of forwards & fox news links)
Nana and Al
Proposition 8 Lady (Can't wait until that's over with.)
Relief Society Newsletter

4 favorite foods:

Dark Chocolate Almonds
Indian Food
Kebabs from Sultan's (Near Ryan's work)
Tamales (any kind)

4 things I'm looking forward to in the next year:

Ryan finishing level 3 of the CFA (He'll be done!)
Moving into a new rental house (Well, not the moving, but the living there)
Hopefully going on a real family vacation
Elise learning words so she doesn't have to scream and point

4 places I want to visit:

Yellowknife, Northwest Territory (on the shore of Great Slave Lake)
Quebec, again
Ireland
France, again
(I just realized that my list no longer has any warm climates on it - they've lost their appeal since we moved here!)

4 things I love about my husband:

He motivates me to get out and do stuff
He spends time with me and the kids. I'm very needy that way, and he indulges me.
He's always telling me I'm a great wife/mom/whatever, even when it's not necessarily true
I can talk to him for hours about anything (when we're given the chance)

Can't think of anyone else to tag . . . sorry! I'll see if I can convince Ryan.

Pony Rides

It seems like all my posts start with the phrase "last weekend". For some reason, I can't seem to get more caught up than that, but, anyway . . .

Last weekend we went to the pony rides at Griffith Park! I've known about this activity almost ever since we moved to L.A., but never felt that my kids would appreciate it enough to justify the trouble. So, the day finally arrived where we had nothing to do, and didn't have time for anything far away, so we went and checked out the ponies.

It was really strange. They wouldn't let the parents in where the ponies were at all. They just took all these little kids one by one, some as little as Elise, tied them each on a pony, then sent the pony away down a track by itself. (Although my pictures show a guy holding the ponies, most of the ride had no human chaperone.) Every minute or two, one of the teenage boys who staffed the place would chase after a group of ponies with a whip to get them to break into a trot. I think the kids enjoyed the trotting, but all you could see at that distance was a bunch of heads bouncing around. To be honest, the entire place reminded me of those scenes in Pinocchio with the little donkey slaves being sent off to the mines. Those little horses did not seem to enjoy their endless forced baby-packing.

Connor, of course, loved it. Despite my concerns over animal welfare, he thought those were the best three dollars we've ever spent. We did not let Elise try it. She can't handle that kind of separation at this point.

Sadly, being near her parents didn't help her later, when she face-planted off a bench in the park. Her face got scraped up, but it was pretty shallow, and healed a few days later. Here she is showing off the carnage:

That pretty much catches me up, picture-wise. This weekend Ryan went and played paintball with some people from work (I was invited, but it's not really my kind of thing). He didn't take any pictures, though. We also went to the Arcadia mall but, again, not really picture-worthy. Connor decided to put his shorts on his head and his shirt on his legs, and insisted I get the camera. Plus, Portia got stuck on the roof. I'll keep you all posted if any more fascinating things happen here.

Joy School and Oktoberfest

So, I mentioned a month ago that Connor had started doing a preschool program called Joy School. The moms take turns hosting it at their homes each week, and this coming week will be our second time doing it here. So far we like it. Connor loves it. I think it's been really good for us to have more structure in our week, even though class is only (usually) Wednesday and Friday. It gives me some great one-on-one time with Elise, too. The curriculum is wonderful. This month they're doing the Joy of the Earth, so they've been learning about seeds and seasons and litter, that sort of thing. Some of the materials (stories, songs, handouts, etc.) leave alot to be desired, but the kids are three, so cheesy music doesn't bother them a bit. Here are some pics from our fieldtrip to Descanso Gardens:Last Saturday (after listening to General Conference) we went to the Montrose Harvest Festival. I'm not sure why they call it that, since it was actually an Oktoberfest, with polka bands and bratwurst and everything. Of course, anything involving bratwurst is a must-attend for Ryan, so we went despite the bad weather. Yes, that's right. The best part of the day was that it was RAINING! I was so excited! I've been bored to death with the 200 days of cloudless sky we've had to endure this summer. So, anyway, we loaded the kids into the bike trailer, since it's pretty rainproof, and walked bravely out into the storm.

Attendance was quite low, but we had fun. We ate German food, walked around, thought about going on some soggy rides . . . I'm not actually sure what we did that was so fun, now that I think about it, but we did have a great time. Connor enjoyed the live band, and danced to classic rock for about twenty minutes until we had to start heading home. You can see what a pitiful audience these guys had. They probably thought this gig would be their big break, too.Lastly, I have to mention General Conference again. It just seemed really good this session. Not that it's usually lousy or anything, but I particularly enjoyed it this time around. I especially feel like I need to try harder to befriend people I don't know well. That's something that's naturally hard for me, and one of the biggest obstacles to my being able to help others more. Also, I need to be on time to church. There was a talk about making Sacrament meeting more sacred (i.e. don't show up halfway through, as per the current fashion in our house).

Oh, and I'm going to throw out a question here: If we rented a house with a pool, would people come visit us? I'm trying to decide about a place we looked at earlier today. The only problem with it is that it doesn't have a mountain in the backyard (see the "Our Big Backyard" post.) I don't know what my problem is, unless it's just that I desperately don't want to pack a U-Haul again so soon. Lazy, lazy, lazy.

Nana and Al

Well, two weekends ago we were able to have Ryan's grandparents come (indirectly) from Tennessee and spend a few days with us. We haven't hosted many people here at the house, and I was a little worried they wouldn't be comfortable. Things seemed to turn out really well, though!We were able to go out to eat a couple of times, visited the Natural History Museum, looked around at rental houses, and prepared a nice dinner on Sunday. Nana and Al also both took a turn at playing the Wii (they say they're going to buy one when they get back to Tennessee). We hope they had a safe trip on the rest of their vacation, and look forward to seeing them again soon.

Last weekend we did another beach trip, and I took pictures! (Well, sort of. I took them in the parking lot before we went out there.)All of Los Angeles has been over 90 degrees for the past few weeks, but as soon as you get within 5 minutes of the coast it gets foggy and cool. The water temperature is still pretty warm, though, so the advantage is that I don't have to put sunscreen on everyone, and there are way fewer people there. We had a great day. Ryan and I went boogie-boarding again, and Connor even tried it in the shallows -- he can't even swim and his dad is launching him out on the top of a wave . . .hmmm. He loved it, though, and came running and shivering all the way up to our spot to tell me he had "gone swimming!"

During one of the times when Ryan was out in the water, I was able to watch a little 6-year-old boy get his first surfing lesson from his dad's friend. It was beyond cute. It made me really want to get my kids surfing lessons when they're old enough (if we're here that long.) Heck, maybe we'll get surfing lessons for the whole family! Not that it would do me any good - I can barely even boogie-board. I'm learning, though, that as I get older I care much less about looking like an idiot, which makes life alot nicer.