Compare and Contrast

Wow, this weekend went fast.  So we had Sloane's baby blessing yesterday (Thanks to friends and family for your support, it was nice to see everyone! )  But at these times you can't help but wonder what this little person will look like, so you drag out all the old photos and look at each one, and compare, place photos next to one another, run forensics etc etc.  So here is a comparison chart of each one of the kids.  We know who we think she looks like, but I am sure we will see all too fast. 

 

P.S.  More blessing day pics to come.

Quote of the Day

"I gotta go in to work today, I need get this Plan of Salvation thing approved" 


- Travis

Baby Drunk

I think my exhaustion is reaching new levels.  It’s like my body threw the “bypass agency” lever and now starts to function without my consent.  


I woke up this morning with a headache, and a confused look on my face wondering, what did I do last night?  I knew I was up late with baby Sloane, but I couldn’t remember exactly what, when or where.  I was so confused.  Rachel, who thankfully keeps it together when she is sleep deprived, started asking me the usual questions, and I knew when I sat down to feed Sloane, but I couldn’t conjure the smallest of memories from after that.  


I remember waking up in our big cozy chair at one point wondering why I was sitting in the chair with Slaone, and not in bed, I think I looked at the clock, but couldn’t figure out how to read the big and little hands, I think I thought I was crazy for not being in bed not realizing I was most likely feeding Sloane at the time.  


But then my mind starts racing, I was supposed to take the trash out, did I?  Did I change Sloane’s diaper?  I had to fix some photos, did I even start those?  Then the fear.  That dream about using the trash can as a bathroom, please just be a dream.  


So whatever my plan was for getting anything done last night, well apparently it was changed, but totally worth it.

New Feature: Random Acts of Randomness

So I am adding a new feature to the blog called Random Acts of Randomness.  As a daydreamer, my mind tends to wander a lot. And somehow, I have wandered into the idea that it was socially acceptable to verbalize many of the random things that wandered through my head. Luckily I have found myself around people that have enjoyed such random creativity, and have encouraged such behavior.  So I thought I should start sharing them on this blog to see how genius my ideas are, or find out if I need psychological attention.  In any case, random thoughts are always good for a laugh.  For example, here is one such thought:


Keeping Warm:
I think it would be funny to get one of those ski masks that cover your whole face except the eyes and mouth, and wear it next time you go to the bank. Just walk in, deposit some money, maybe comment on it being cold outside then leave.

 

Saturday Morning

Rachel: "I need to go to Joanns, I'll be back etc..."

Travis: " I have it all under control, plus I can get a bunch of chores done."
- stare at Sloane
- watch kids watch TV
- watch TV
- okay, get my act in gear, get something done.

Travis: "Since I didn't make you breakfast, and it is already lunchtime, I am making you pancakes for lunch. I repeat, this is not breakfast, this is lunch."

Kids: "We want chocolate chips!"

Travis: mmmm, chocolate.

Kids: chomp chomp glurp

Travis: uggghhh
- Stomach not feeling too well

Sloane: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Travis: Hmmphff
- still a million things to do. one productive and healthy Saturday morning

Hanging out with Sloane

I slept on the couch last night. Haha, not what you might think. But I took the first shift with baby Sloane, which means I fed her around 1:00 1:30. Finally around 2:30 she was ready to go to sleep. But apparently my mad daddy skills at getting Sloane to sleep were equally as effective on me because the next thing I knew I was waking up near 7 A.M. with baby Sloane cozily resting in my arm on my chest. Sometimes I think we spoil her by holding her so much, but last night, I felt more like I was spoiling myself.

Pride and Punishment

I got off at the wrong stop today on my way home from work. I was supposed to get off at the American Fork park-and-ride, but unfortunately, I got off at the Lehi park-and-ride. Now this wouldn’t be so bad except the bus was still in the parking lot when I noticed my egregious error. But a strange pet peeve of mine is running after a bus. If I drive up to the bus stop, and the bus is there almost ready to pull out, I refuse to get out of my car, and run like a turkey trying to catch the bus. So running after the very bus that I so mistakenly exited seemed completely out of the question. So I stood there, nodded at the bus driver as he passed, acting as if I was waiting to cross the street to my car, and watch my mode of transportation drive off into freeway-dom.

No worries, there should be another bus in the next 15, 20… okay 30 minutes. But as I sat in the violent wind and freezing rain, I thought to myself is it worth it? Is the pride worth it? I mean my only shelter is this thin plexi-glass shelter that works more as a wind tunnel than a shelter and the wind was particularly violent, I was like in a mosh pit with Mother Nature, it literally would push my around. I mean, it was strictly pride that stood between me; and the warm, muggy but comparatively cozy bus. As I thought about me freezing in the rain, and me turkey sprinting towards the leaving bus I realized, the pride is totally worth it. No way am I gong to be that guy.

So with pinked ears, runny nose, and numb fingers and toes, I waited. It seemed like a long time, but another bus eventually showed up. I was able to get on the bus, with my pride nicely tucked away, intact in my leather messenger bag, ready to get to my car. Well at least until I had exchange several salutations with several guys I knew from work.

Quote of the Day

"That's one scratch-n-sniff sticker you don't want to be!" -- Rachel

Some daily happenings around the house, mostly Sloane of course.

Sloane has become well adjusted to home life, well for the most part. I think Allie is an experience that just takes some time to get used to. But she is doing well and healthy and as cute as ever. The other kids lover her, and constantly shower her with love and attention, of course Allie might give too much attention, but loving none the less.



Okay, the photo with the pacifier, it shows how eager Allison is to help out and make baby Sloane feel as comfortable as possible. Whenever Sloane cries a little, Allie hunts down a pacifier and shoves it in her mouth. You can see how Sloane tried to protect herself in her semi-slumber state.



Yeah, it is pretty standard for us to gather around and just watch her. It totally cracks me up whenever I hear Andrew talk about how cute baby Sloane is.



SAY CHEESE!!!!



yeah, we take a lot of photos, and you can see here that she is already learning how to shun the camera. "No photos, no photos! Talk to the hand!!"

ALLISON!!

I don't know how many times we yell out her name. Wether it's dumping a box of cereal in the TV room or poking out the babies eyes, Allie seems to know how to get attention. This picture made me laugh, so many captions could go with this photo.



Can't count the times we come down early morning, only to find Allie has already helped herself to breakfast. Usually it is some kind of candy or chocolate.



ALLIE's ARK



Allie is always lining up her animals, or gathering them around something. I was rather impressed with how straight the line was the animals were making.



LAMB



Well we needed some food quick. Mmmmm so good........... twice.

Sloane's second photoshoot (She better get used to it!)

Okay one of the first of many photoshoots to come. It's kind of late or otherwise I would think of more to say. But today I will let the pictures speak for themselves.