Thursday, May 21, 2009

Big Brother

While walking in Princeton last weekend, Richie and Sophia held hands for the first time.
Richie is very protective of his little sister.  He often shushes us when she is napping and says, "Quiet!  My baby is sleeping!"  And he likes to introduce her to new people as, "My baby, Sophia."  It makes my heart super happy. =)

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Richie's New Hobby

Little Richie recently decided he knows how to take pictures and asked me the other day if he could use the camera.  He had a lot of fun and actually got a few great shots.  Here is a sample of his work, he took every single picture all by himself, including the "self portrait" at the bottom.  I am beginning to wonder if there is anything this kid can't do.
















































Tuesday, May 12, 2009

This & That

The stitches came out on Friday and Sophia looks great, considering everything.  It is a pretty substantial scar, and the doctor said it will probably take a year to heal completely and it will be red all that time.  I have a little experience with big scars, so I know it will fade eventually.  We are supposed to still be careful, because it could split open again if she bangs it, but there is no reasoning with an 18-month-old, and it is almost impossible to keep the kids from rough-housing.  I do my best and just hope that she will heal quickly.

Mother's Day was nice.  After I got little Richie ready for church he turned to me and said, "Happy Mother's Day, Mom!"  and gave me a big hug.  Richie (Dad) got home from showcase right after we got home from church, and in his arms was a GIANT bouquet of roses for Mother's Day.  He got me a dozen for each year of grad school, which he had just completed.  That's THREE DOZEN LONG STEMMED ROSES!!!  They are gorgeous.

On Monday Richie got the results from showcase.  He had a bunch of people request head shots and resumes, and a few requests for interviews, which he has already set up.  Hopefully the interviews will result in him getting an agent, and sending the head shots will get him some work.  It has been a lot of work and stress, but he feels really good about things and is ready to get to work being an actor.

Last night the boys were hanging out before bed and Dad was exhausted so they were resting on the floor together.  Dad sometimes sleeps with his arm over his face, as you may remember from this story.  I was working on the computer and turned around and saw this:
It was pretty adorable that he was copying his Dad.  Of course, Richie was watching t.v. under his arm, while Dad was actually sleeping.

I guess the biggest bit of news is that we are staying in North Brunswick and in our ward.  We looked at apartments in New York City and in Montclair, NJ and found a place we really liked in Montclair, but because we have no proof of income, the landlords didn't want to rent to us.  We were pretty discouraged and didn't know what we were going to do.  We had joked with Drew and Eryka that we were going to have to move in with them, but suddenly, it wasn't a joke anymore, it seemed like our only option.  We asked my brother if we could move in with them, just for the summer and he and his wife were so generous to say yes.  It was a relief to know we would not end up homeless, and we were so grateful that they were willing to take us in, but it was going to be hard for both of our families.  

A week ago we were still thinking about our options and during church Richie had the idea to call the parents of our landlord in North Brunswick to see if they had any apartments open.  Our landlord lived in the city so we took our rent to his parents who lived in North Brunswick, so they knew we always payed our rent and we thought that might make them willing to rent to us again.  It turned out that they did have a place available.  The day we called was St. Anthony's Day, and that morning they had prayed to St. Anthony to find someone to fill the apartment.  They were so happy that we called and were totally willing to rent with us, even in our situation.  It was an answer to our prayers, and theirs, it was awesome.  I am so happy to be staying near my friends and in our ward.  It will be a daily commute into the city for Richie, but he would be commuting from Montclair or my brother's house too.  We are just so happy that we found an apartment.  

Saturday, May 9, 2009

This is it!

Today and tomorrow is Richie's showcase.  I went to the "Friends and Family Night" on Thursday and he is doing great work.  So, everyone send positive vibes to New York City, and hopefully Richie will soon be a working actor!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

So, you know how they say your kids should know your real name?

Well, recently little Richie was demonstrating his knowledge of names and he said, "I'm Richie, and Dad is Richie, and Sophia is Soph, and Mom is Babe."

That's right, my son thinks I'm a babe!

He learned it from his dad, who calls me "Babe" all the time, but I'll take it from both of them. =)

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Twelve!

I have been saying for a while that it was just a matter of time before I ended up in the ER with Sophia (aside from merry-go-rounds, nothing seems to scare her), so maybe it is my own fault that we had to go to the ER on Friday. At about 11:45 a.m. Richie accidentally knocked her into the edge of the t.v. stand. She immediately cried in pain and I ran to her and saw a gash across her left eyebrow. She was crying and it was bleeding pretty badly and Richie said, "Mom, you got to help her! Mom, her tears are red!" and I explained that it wasn't her tears but that she was bleeding.

I could tell right away that it was going to need stitches, but Dad was gone to school and I didn't have a car. I left my phone at my brother's house a couple weeks ago and still hadn't gotten it back yet, but luckily Dad had left his phone home that day. The first minutes after the accident I was so full of adrenaline that I couldn't stop shaking or focus on the numbers in the phone or even concentrate well enough to make a decision about what to do. I thought about calling one of my visiting teachers that lives close, but I quickly said a silent prayer and started to calm down a little. I decided to call one of Richie's classmates, and just hope that her phone was on. She didn't answer, but a minute or so after I called, Dad called back from her phone. I told him what had happened and he said he was on his way.  During this time the bleeding slowed but Sophia was pretty upset. At one point Richie said, "Oh boy, I really hurt her. I'm sorry I hurt Sophia, Mom, I didn't mean to."

I told him that it was an accident and I wasn't mad at him. He felt really badly and told me that we needed to take Sophia to the doctor. It was sweet to see how concerned he was. Sophia was fussing and trying to get out of my arms but I was worried about her walking around after her head wound, but she finally got away from me and went right to a binky. She calmed right down and reached for me again. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of it but she knew just what she needed.

It felt like it took forever for Dad to get home, but it was probably only fifteen or twenty minutes. I got Richie's shoes on and Sophia started saying, "Shoos, shoos!" I hadn't planned on putting shoes on her, but she wouldn't leave the house without them, she is such a girl. When Dad got home we got right in the car and headed to the hospital. It took a long time to even get seen, and we began to wonder if I should have called an ambulance, because if you can walk into an ER on your own, they don't really consider you an emergency, even if you are a baby with a bleeding head wound. A nice teenage boy let us go before him, but that was just triage. It had been an hour since she got hurt, and we still hadn't seen a doctor.

Richie and Sophia were both very patient and other than the open wound, Sophia almost seemed herself. I don't even know what time it was when a nurse finally cleaned out the cut, because the clock did not work in the exam room (I think they did it on purpose, so we wouldn't know), but I think it was about 1:30-ish. When the doctor looked at Sophia after she had been cleaned-up he realized how big and deep it actually was and suggested trying to find a plastic surgeon to do the stitches. It was nice that he understood that we would want to preserve her beauty as much as possible.

They left us in the exam room while they did some calling and after a while came back and said they found a doctor, but it would be an hour and a half before he could get to the hospital. We decided we could wait that long so they sent us to the waiting room. It was a LONG afternoon. An hour and a half turned into two, then three, then four. We were expecting my sister-in-law with her kids because we were going to babysit while she and my brother went to a concert in the city and we were stuck at the hospital.


At five they finally put us back in the exam room and we were hopeful that we were going to be done soon. No such luck, of course. At about 5:30 they told us the doctor was fifteen minutes away, but he didn't show up for another half an hour, at least. After he finally got there and started prepping, my sister-in-law called and said she was ten minutes away from our house, so Dad and Richie left to meet her at our apartment. They had me leave the room while they did the stitches because they thought she might be less upset without me there. She actually fell asleep while they did the procedure, partly because she was wrapped in a papoose, and partly because she had missed her afternoon nap. I was glad she had fallen asleep because it made it easier on everyone.

It was a long day, about six hours from start to finish but it ended in a fun slumber party with Richie and his cousins. Sophia came through it pretty well. She has twelve stitches, but other than that, you wouldn't even know anything had happened to her. She is already climbing all over tables again; I don't think anything can stop her.



Friday, May 1, 2009

Lambertville

Last Saturday we went to Lambertville, New Jersey so Dad could get his hair cut and to go to the "Shad Festival", which is an outdoor arts festival that reminded us of Summerfest in Logan, Utah.  Shad is a kind of fish and the festival was started several years ago to celebrate that the river was no longer too polluted for the fish to live in it, (only in New Jersey, right?).  Anyway, the kids didn't really care about the festival, but they enjoyed the walk we took to get to it.  They threw rocks into the water, saw two geese and their goslings, and we stopped at a playground for them to play.
This merry-go-round looked like fun...
Richie enjoyed it...
but Sophia hated it and ended up crying, flat on her tummy.  She's usually fearless, but this was not her favorite.
It was a very hot afternoon, so we didn't stay at the festival very long, plus we couldn't afford to buy anything.  We did have our first fried Oreos, though, and now I understand what you have been talking about, Macy.  They were very yummy!