It started with our move, which went REALLY well thanks to wonderful family and helpful Elders Quorums. But I've decided that I own WAY too much stuff. My friend mentioned that humans are like goldfish, whatever size "bowl" you put them in they grow to fill it. When Jon and I moved from our one bedroom Provo apartment we only had a U-HAUL trailer and a suburban. This time we barely fit in a 17 ft U-HAUL and truck! Uggg. There is something really humbling and overwhelming about seeing everything you own in the world sitting out on the front lawn, and then trying to stuff it into a truck.
After the move, Jon went back to Valmy, Nevada for the whole week to work on the pilot water treatment plant they are setting up out there. (Just for your info, Valmy is the middle of nowhere northern Nevada, by Winnemucca and Battle Mountain-- in case that means anything to you). I went up to Logan to work on the house, but since our house is in various stages of demolition, I stayed at a friend's house. They are living in SLC for the summer. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday I tried to paint the house with a baby strapped on my back. It worked fairly well, but I am SO grateful for my cousin who came and helped me for two days. By Thursday night I was BURNT out and I had to call Jon and complain and cry for awhile. In classic guy manner he tried to fix the problem, but I told him that all I wanted was for him to tell me "I love you, I'm proud of you, and MAN YOU ARE ONE HOT SUPER MAMA FOR PAINTING THE HOUSE WHILE TAKING CARE OF A BABY ALL BY YOURSELF!" Yep, I'm glad he's home and I'm glad his work had pity on me and isn't making him go back to Nevada for another week!
Okay, enough of my sob story. Now the exciting part. Asher says "Mama" and Jon and I both swear that he knows it means me. He's been babbling "dada" and "ma ma ma" for awhile now, but the other night Jon went to put him in his crib before I'd fed him for the night, and as soon as Asher saw me he started crying "Ma ma ma ma" and reaching for me! I think he knows that is me. So we are officially counting that as his first word. I'm not sure if he knows "da da" yet. I really want his next word to be "kisses" but that might be too hard:)
Other exciting Asher news. A few days ago during his bath, I was SO surprised to see Asher lean way forward, grab the side of the tub and pull himself up! I think he was really suprised too because then he almost dive bombed it over the edge! He hasn't done it again, but he is trying SO hard to move, crawl and stand up. I sure hope we get this house cleaned up before he can start moving all over.
I might be really sporadic in my blogging the next couple of weeks because life is going to be B-U-S-Y. This week Jon is here (yippee) and we are going to finish painting (in shalla-- Arabic for "God Willing) and then go up to Idaho for my little baby brother's wedding! Only a few more weeks of hobo heaven... or hell... depending on the day :)
1 comment:
I'm sorry you have to be a hobo. I also do not envy your move. I hate moving- which is why we're still in the studio apartment we got when we were married, despite the fact that there are now 3 of us. :)
And congrats on the first word! Hooray!
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