Sunday, April 15, 2012

50 Rules for my Unborn Son (with updates for my born daughter)

Ahh Pintrest.  This was posted by someone I follow recently, and I thought it was a good list.
The list is for his unborn son, I'm adding some notes in Italics for my 5.5 week old daughter...

1. In Monopoly, buy the orange properties. (Ask your Uncle Jason to play Monopoly with you.  Don't ask your Auntie Sara, and yes, the orange properties are good.  So are the yellow ones.  Marvin Gardens is my favorite.)
2. You are what you do, not what you say.
3. Don't be afraid of pickup games. It's the best way to learn. (Your papa is very excited to play toss, pass, and basically any other kick the/throw the/catch the ball game with you.  Eventually of course.  I mean, once you can hold your head up).
4. Never be afraid to ask out the best-looking girl (boy) in the room. You'll be surprised how often it works.

5. Watch lightning storms from a safe spot. But watch 'em. (Ask your Grandma Jeannie about the time the lightning went through her umbrella!)

6. Offer your seat to a woman, no matter how old she is.

7. Never side against your brother in a fight. (Or sister, or cousin)

8. Keep a copy of your letters. It makes it easier on your biographer.

9. Don't be shy in the locker room. They are all thinking the same thing.

10. Spend time with your mother. She's cooler than you think. (Uhm, yes)

11. Push-ups and sit-ups are all you'll ever need to build muscle. 

12. Be a good listener. Don't just wait your turn to talk. (Your mama is working on this.  Luckily you can't talk yet, so she has some time to get better at it).

13. Know your neighborhood like the back of your hand. Sometimes the best adventures are in your own backyard.  (Your neighborhood is fun, but we can't wait for you to spend some time in the woods at Foxsparrow.  Auntie and I had a whole set of trails and special spots out there. We can't wait to show them to you).

14. When in doubt, wear a tie. 

15. If you don't know what a word means, ask. Before it's too late. 

16. Start a band. (You better be careful, or your papa is going to want to be lead singer.  Call the spot of lead singer first. Otherwise you'll end up on the triangle.  I call hound dog guitar).

17. When it comes to shoveling snow, the earlier you start, the easier the job.  (I don't know anything about this. Go ask your dad).

18. Keep your room clean. One day you'll have roommates.

19. Make curfew. Sneak out later to meet her. Don't make a habit of it. You'll miss the danger.

20. Never criticize a book, play, or film unless you have read or seen it yourself. Art is full of surprises. (We can't wait to read to you!)

21. Believe it or not, a museum is a great place to beat a hangover. It's cool, quiet, and full of water fountains.

22. Dance with your partner, not at her. But don't forget to lead.

23. Be cool to the younger kids. Reputations are built over a lifetime.

24. Order the local specialty.

25. Drive across the country. Don't rush. (Your papa and I drove across the country together twice. And we were rushing both times (we made it once in five days, once in five and a half).  Maybe someday we'll try again when we have some more time!)

26. There's nothing wrong with musical theater. (Everything in moderation.)  (You are going to have to come to me for this one. Your papa just doesn't get it.  I expect you to know all the songs to West Side Story by the time you are six.  There will be a quiz.)

27. Don't boo. Even the ref is somebody's son. (Your papa is a good sport.  Your mama is working on it).

28. When singing karaoke, choose a song within your range. (You're going to have to go to your papa for this one, I have never sang karaoke.  Ask your papa about the time he and his friend sang Pearl Jam and Nirvana covers in a tiny Chinese restaurant in Walla Walla.  It was a very very fun night).

29. Read before bed every night. A book every two weeks is a good goal.

30. Never post a picture online you wouldn't feel comfortable showing your mother, your boss, and the dean of admissions. (Yes, and I will be creeping on you online for eternity, so.....)

31. Don't throw sand or, when you're older, mud.

32. Take the stairs.

33. There is never an excuse for stealing someone's cab.

34. Choose a window seat and enjoy the view.

35. Try a hairstyle that you'll one day regret. I'll get over it. (Don't let me cut your hair.  Don't let dad cut your hair either, or his own).

36. When handling a frog, be gentle.

37. There is always something that could use a fresh coat of paint.

38. If you make a mistake, forgive yourself and move on.

39. Have a favorite song. It doesn't have to be hip. (The best ones never are.)

40. Until you are a doctor, never answer your phone at the table. That goes for emails, texts, and tweets.

41. If you get yourself arrested, call me. You get one free pass. 

42. Help a buddy move. (You can help us move, back across the street, then back over here, then back across the street...)

43. Don't panic.

44. If you ignore history, it will ignore you.

45. There is rarely a need to raise your voice. At the ballgame is one exception. (Uhm yes, or when there is a ball game on television or on the radio, according to your dad, and Papa Doug).

46. Never hog a microphone.

47. Keep your word.

48. Send postcards.

49. Respect fire.

50. Don't litter. Ever. (And stay on the trail when you are hiking-- Auntie is a major stickler about this one.  Jake not so much).

Saturday, April 14, 2012

We had dinner at Sara and Jason's recently with my folk's, the wee ones, and Sara and my's extra-special Auntie Kristin Daahling.
Kristin lived very close (just down the road!) to Sara and I during much of our growing up and we have some very, very, very fond memories of spending time at her home (as kids, and as adults too!)  I was very excited for her to get to meet Molly for the first time.


If you were at our wedding, you may remember the Auntie Kristin Daahling tequila bar (like I said, she's a lot of fun!)




You may also remember the flowers, which she arranged, and the bouquets, which she created. All of them.  Let me tell you, my auntie has talent.




What my auntie didn't know when she agreed to come over for dinner was that we had a plan.  A few weeks earlier Sara had emailed and said she and Jason were going to ask Kristin to be Dani's godmother.  Ryan and I said, "no fair! we were going to do the same thing!"  Luckily, we concluded that our Auntie Kristin has enough wonderfulness for both Lil Boo and the Doodlebug.


At dinner we gave her a card asking if she'd be the godmother of our two lil beans.


Then Sara said:


I would like to propose a toast:
To our amazing Auntie Kristin...when Jason and I were talking about who we would like to have be Danika's Godmother we immediately thought of you and what a special person you have been in our lives.  You have been such an amazing aunt and I have so many fond memories of times spent with you...milk tea parties, playing dress up, the amazing grocery store you created for us.  You have been there for us when we have needed help...unpacking our kitchen, bringing us yummy meals and offering your support and knowledge through our breastfeeding struggles.   Danika is so lucky to have you in her life and we know she is going to have so much fun spending time with you as she grows up.Cheers!


Then I said:

I would like to give a toast to my Auntie Kristin Daahling…
I have been really excited ever since we scheduled this dinner with you, because I’ve been looking forward to you meeting Molly and to sharing an evening with you. 
We don’t live far, but definitely further than when we were just down the road-- when it was easier for our school bus to drop us off at your red farmhouse than at our own, or when we could walk down to the white farmhouse for Christmas cookie frosting, Oldies dance parties, enthusiastic readings of Eloise (with different voices for Eloise, Nanny and Skipperdee) or late night back rubs. 
Which are just a few of the reasons I’ve been so excited for Molly to meet you.  I can’t wait for her to get to know one of her wildest and craziest, yet sweetest and most thoughtful auntie daahlings.  You’ve been so special to Sara and me, and so welcoming to our husbands, I can’t wait for our daughters to know how special you are, and how incredibly special you make us all feel.   
Cheers to you!





Like I said, we love our Auntie Kristin Daahling very much.


And the best news is that she said yes!  So the beans have an Auntie Kristin Godmother Daahling.  Which makes them very lucky beans indeed.



Friday, April 13, 2012

Happy 3 mo. Birthday Dani Girl!

Can you believe it was just three months ago that Lil D was born at St. Joe's in Tacoma?

'member how tiny and adorable she was?

I felt so blessed to get to be a part of her birth!

Well Lil' boo is 3 months old today! She is still tiny and adorable (though a little less tiny and probably even more adorable..if possible)


Molly and I are looking forward to spending Dani's 3 mo. birthday with her today!
So excited that Molly already spit up all over he new dress. So we are going to have to find something different to wear!

In honor of Dani's birthday (I think) Baby Gap is offering an additional 30% off all of their current sale items! So you can find us there, then Goodwill, and of course, as always, "Maybe Bed Bath & Beyond, I don't know. I don't know if we'll have enough time..." Loving how all of our lives have changed in the past few months :)




Saturday, April 7, 2012

I heard this French Lullaby recently and have been singing it to Molly.  With my own words. My own French words.  That aren't really French of course.  But she seems to like it.



And she is still a snoozer-fest...


Dani says, "wake up and play, cuz!"


But Molly just yawns at her.
"No thank you, I just prefer eating and snoozing, snoozing and eating."

In other news, Molly will be a ripe One Month Old (!!) tomorrow, on her first Easter.

In her cloth diapers she is thiiiiiis close to have officially outgrown ALL of her newbie gear. So sad.  I am dreading the day I have to pack up her strawberry-toed leggings, cute jim-jams and "I Love Auntie Katy" onesie.  Also her BYOB(otttle) shirt from Auntie S.  It will be a sad sad day indeed.  Although I am sort of excited that she is finally growing into her baby legs... she's wearing her rainbow ones now.  I'll have Ry snap a pic.  Love 'em.






Thursday, April 5, 2012

Rockabye Baby

We love to sing to the lil bean, and are always looking for new songs (won't you share your favorite songs to sing with us?)


My favorite tune to sing to Molly these days is Morningbird by Forest Sun.
I don't know all the words so I sometimes have to make up verses.





I love the violin solo.  Maybe auntie Sara could learn that... in her spare time.


Here are the lyrics:


Sing to me 
My morning bird
The sweetest song I ever heard
Love's melody
In your heart's own words
Sing to me
My morning bird

When the sun
Climbs over the mountain
Just to hear you sing your song
And all the stars 
Lay down in heaven
To take their rest
Till evening comes

Won't you sing to me 
My morning bird
the sweetest song I ever heard
Love's melody
In your heart?s own words
Sing to me
My morning bird

Don't you fly 
Away from me
Without leaving
Me with your song
For the morning 
Is much too lonely
And so quiet
When you gone

Sing to me 
My morning bird
the sweetest song I ever heard
Love's melody
In your heart's own words
Sing to me
My morning bird

Sing to me 
My morning bird
the sweetest song I ever heard
Love?s melody
In your heart?s own words
Sing to me
My morning bird



Today, however, we did not sing Morningbird.  We sang this song instead:





We again made up our own lyrics.  Puke, poop, laundry and baby spit-up were involved... as again, I only know the chorus.


Below is Ry's favorite song to sing to Molly.  We heard Gary Paine sing it at the Elliott's Christmas sing-along last December, and loved it.  Ry learned to play it on guitar before Molly was born (for the record, he can also play it on the hound dog guitar), and used to sing it to my belly before she was born.





Speaking of dancing, Clare De Lune is the first song that Molly and I danced too.  I was at my desk sending some emails and she was in her bouncer next to me.  This song came on Pandora just as she was waking up so we did some dancing to it.





We can't wait for the little bean to learn to dance!  Until then we'll just keep singing her tunes.


Rock on lil sister

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Agnes Marie "Squeak" Thoreson: August 25, 1921 – April 2, 2012




March 9, 2012 
Molly Makena is one day old in this photograph.
Grandma Squeak and Aunt Sandra where the first people to visit her in the hospital.





Some Enchanted Evening from South Pacific, was my grandparent's "song."
It was played at both of their memorial services.

The poem below was one of my grandparents' favorites.  It was also read at both of their services.

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
and one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
when I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
too full for sound or foam.
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
and after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell
when I embark.

For tho’ from out our bourn of Time and Place
the flood may bear me far.
I hope to see my pilot face to face
when I have crossed the bar.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
(1809-1892)





I love this photograph from Ry and my wedding in 2010.  Our wedding photographer later chose it as her favorite image of 2010. (here's a link to that post)




Here's a copy of the obituary that ran in the Tacoma News Tribune.







Agnes Marie “Squeak” Thoreson August 25, 1921—April 2, 2012 Age 90 of Tacoma passed away on Monday April 2, 2012. She will be interned with her husband in a private ceremony for family and close friends at Tahoma National Cemetery in Kent (18600 SE 240th St) on Friday, April 6 at 11:15 A.M. followed by a Memorial Service at United Lutheran Church at 1 p.m. in Tacoma (1231 South 76th St.). Agnes spent her early years in Carpenter and Burns, Wyoming, graduating Valedictorian from Burns High School and going on to attend Heiman Business College in Sheridan, Wyoming. She was working for Missouri River Division when she met her husband, Merlin “Thor” Thoreson who was stationed at Ft. Warren, Wyoming. They were married 63 years until his death on February 15, 2006. They had eight daughters and one son. Squeak and Merlin were stationed in many places, including England, Japan and Germany before he retired from the Air Force. Agnes then worked for the City of Tacoma Auditor’s Office where she made many friends until her retirement in 1972. She was an avid golfer with the Ft. Lewis Women’s Club and loved to ski and hike. She also enjoyed making Norwegian crafts and performed with the Daughter’s of Norway Leikaring Dance Group, touring Nevada and California. Squeak also loved traveling with her husband, Thor, and their children. And she enjoyed family gatherings where she would read and sing with her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Squeak had a wonderful sense of humor and authored a book about her childhood titled “Barefoot and Happy.”
Squeak was proceeded in death by her husband, Merlin Thoreson, parents Dolly and Squire Black, brother Arlie Black and sisters Helen (Robert) Felton and Margaret (Don) Paden. She is survived by her (daughters) Sandra M. Pratt, Loni A. Thoreson, Cheryl M. Tatom, Kristin J. Sasseen, Kari L. Murphy (Doug), Patricia L. Burnett, Michelle L. Thoreson, Tracy L. Schock (Steve), (son) Douglas W. Thoreson (Courtney), (grandchildren) Jeremiah W. Meacham (Anna), Lynette M. Lampson (Robert), Dexter S. Meacham (Shauna), Deanna M. Allen (James), Erin Tatom, Aymee Winchell (Brian), Eric Beug, Brittany Beug, Sara Oppler (Jason), Emily Murphy (Ryan Martin), Stacy Carbone, Nikita Burnett, Stephanie Schock, Cameron and Bryce Thoreson, (great-grandchildren) Nick Delaney, Hayley Meacham, Dolly Lampson, Alexander and Jacob Meacham, Theodore and Sydney Allen, Morrigain and Michaela Winchell, Danika Oppler and Molly Martin. She is also survived by many adored nieces and nephews as well as her dear lifelong friends, Lucille Goudie, Marcey Wernofsky, Shirley Mayers and Elene Emerson.