The End...of 2011

Christmas is over and the New Year is just around the corner. It's time to look back at 2011. It seemed to go by very fast. I remember Mason's first year going by so slow. That was probably due to severe lack of sleep so in actuality this year went by so fast because I slept through so much more of it!

This year we had our 5th wedding anniversary. Jason turned 29, Mason turned 3, I turned 27, and Eli turned one. It was a year of starts. Mason started ICSD pre-school and started riding the bus. I started working for SkyWest again, but this time at the Cedar City station. Jason started working for Timberline Cabinets. Eli started slobbering and still hasn't stopped. He also started crawling, walking, climbing, and causing general destruction.

It was a year of changes. For the first summer EVER we didn't move to some random state for a 4 month adventure. Instead we grew a garden, went to parades, and spent a lot of time at the ranch. We sold our Chevy. Jason traded his Vulcan for a Rhino (talk about a bargain). I had my appendix out. Eli got stitches. Mason went from a toddler bed, to a new toddler bed, to a twin bed, to a new twin bed. Sometimes he even sleeps there.

We continue to be in charge of the 11 year old scouts for our tri-ward area. We have a really great group of boys right now. Mostly because they show up and think we're cool. Maybe it's the fire building they think is cool. Jason is also the ward mission leader.  It still blows his mind that the full time missionaries can text. This is Mason's last month in nursery. In January he'll go to Primary. Eli...sort of hates church and we spend most of the time out in the hall.

Life is good. We're happy and healthy. 2011 was pretty darn good. Here's to 2012!

Project: December

 Twas the month before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring except for ME. Many late nights, nap times, and a few early mornings (I'll be the first to admit I am not a morning person) were devoted to random projects. I was very glad to get Mason's and Eli's stockings done in time for the Big Night. I started making quilted stockings in high school and then a couple years ago learned how to make the crazy quilt design like these ones. (Krystal and Kira both adjusted to the process much much more naturally). I've only made one a year for the past two years so I was behind. They don't actually take that long, it's just not a kid friendly activity. To show my favorite part, check out the decorative top stitching. I love my sewing machine.

Project time out: What do you do when your son yells that he got his head stuck in the banister?
A. Help him immediately like any good parent would
B. Grab a camera
C. Laugh and shout for your spouse to come see/laugh

I did all these things but in order of C, B, and then eventually A.

Another big project was helping Mom make a cook book that contained her mother's family famous recipes.

 Also, not a project that should have taken very long. The final product was different than what either of us had in mind when we started. Also, Grandma's cursive might as well been Egyptian. I couldn't decipher a lot of it, so Mom would translate as we went. I was very proud that we got the books done and shipped with time (okay, less time that we were aiming for) to spare. 

I look like a total goon here but there is a reason I'm so happy. I've been promising Jason a denim quilt since before we were married. To my credit, I've worked on it a bit here and there all these years, as has my mom for a quilt for Dad. This year was the year to git er done. Well, not really really. We both only completed the quilt tops. But at least they look like blankets now. Kinda.

My friend Kira organized a Kid Activity exchange. Awesome idea. Each mom makes one activity a bunch of times and then we swap so each mom has a whole box of different fun things for the kiddo.  If I remember right the rules were make an activity for a 2-4 year old, it should fit in a ziploc bag (any size) and shouldn't cost a ton, like around a dollar each. I was bummed to see that some activities were card packs from the dollar store, but that still technically fits the rules. Most the activities we got were fun and creative. I made activity blocks with pictures to help suggest an imagination game. I typed up a direction sheet with tips and variations. Cool right? yeah, Lisa's been making these for years. Jason, as usual, saved the day by making the cubes at work out of scrap lumber so my cost was pretty much just time. 

I think that just about wraps up the month. I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but some things we block out on purpose. Oh, I discovered "White Trash" snack mix and sure tried hard to replicate Christina's awesome recipe. Sorry to the neighbors that received the proof that I didn't succeed.  I'll have to compile a Santa picture post. No joke, he showed up at our church party, and Mason's school, Home Depot, and even at our very own house on Christmas Eve. He even sent Mason some personalized emails. Seriously? Seriously! Love love love the holidays. Honestly, mostly love when they are over. No wonder it's hard to focus on the real meaning of Christmas when there is so much going on.

So on that cheery note, Love from Jason and Ashley

More of our December

Here are a few more pictures of this month:
 

Grandma and Grandpa Starr spoiled the kids with the 12 Days of Christmas this year. They loved it, although sometimes it was hard for Mason to wait One More Whole Day to open another present.

Jason and Eli at the Heaton Christmas program:

Can you believe it? Mason got a train set for Christmas. Santa would have been in big trouble if he hadn't delivered on this one toy that Mason wanted most.

I'm pretty sure Eli started Christmas morning off wearing clothes, but like most days quickly ends up like this:

Speaking of clothes, guess what happens when you show up at Grandma Starr's house without what she thinks are appropriate winter clothes? She shares! I love these awesome outfits the boys played in.

 

 

 

 

 

some times I think in headlines and captions

She drove down main street, covered in blood and tacos. (Eli got stitches tonight.)

Nuclear Fallout Destroys Migrating Birds, Carcasses Carpet the Town. (No, it wasn't from nuclear fallout but that what my first assumption was.)



Shattered Window Shatters Family's Dreams for Christmas. (Okay, also not really. But a broken window can sure make your Saturday suck.)

Certainly, there were many things he loved about her but all he could think of was her stir fry.  (Yes, it's that good.)

Utah Woman Breaks Record for Longest Time without Bathroom Break! (Ever feel like you are too busy to stop for a potty break? I don't think I'd ever come close to breaking that record though.)

Airline Employees Enjoy Warmer Weather as Temps Reach 20 Degrees Fahrenheit! (Last weekend's 11 degrees wasn't so bad compared to other mornings).

Christmas Card 2011

Approach Avoidance

I SHOULD BE: doing the dishes, writing Christmas cards, finishing 20 activity blocks, preparing a joy school lesson, sewing a quilt, typing a family address list, planning my secret santa gift for work, making an ugly sweater, making pies for the preferred not-an "ugly sweater party", sweeping up the saw dust from Jason's latest construction project downstairs, making a kid song CD, creating a flannel board for my boys, or cancelling my newspaper subscription since they increased the rates too much.

INSTEAD I AM: cleaning out closets and under beds, downloading audio books for Jase, watching "Crash" (edited) and crying over it. I forgot what the holidays to do me.

Holding on and letting go

Another one of Mason's awesome self portraits.

What a week. Sometimes it's just hard to be a parent. In so many situations lately I've been struggling with the fine line between taking care of Mason and letting Mason take care of himself. Helping him or holding him back. Letting him learn or shielding him from hurt. I have had an increased awareness of his independence. It didn't help to get a call from Mason's preschool teacher. We're worried, she said. Not happy with his progress. Still not where he should be with his speech. Let's try four days a week.

I don't think she expected anything other than pleasant compliance. She didn't realize how my mom-brain works. Increasing his attendance to four days a week now and then probably when he's four years old too and then he'll be in Kindergarten and then he's pretty much off to college and his childhood is gone in the blink of an eye. Call me crazy but I'm not feeling ready to jump on that train so quickly. It's strange, I know, but I really enjoy being with my kids. When people offer to watch the kids to give me a break I think, how about I keep the kids and you do my dishes?

The whole week was spent asking questions, getting opinions, praying, talking to Mason, to Jason, to anyone that would lend an ear or advice. Am I making a big deal out of this? Absolutely.

Mason loves school. I love the teachers and speech therapists. But I don't like being apart. I don't like worrying about him while he's gone. I don't like his behavior later on school days. But I also don't like how frustrated he gets when someone doesn't understand him. Lately he'll say "I did say that" or "you aren't listening to me" or he'll just give up and cry.

Mason's speech is getting better. Remember when he used to sing "see naz baz" for Jingle Bells? Now it sounds like "See No Bears" which I think is pretty dang good. I can understand him 90% of the time, first try. But few others speak Masoneese. This week he fell and hurt his face. Everyone has been asking him what happened. Either he won't even respond, because what's the point? or he tells them and I then get that blank "what did he say" expression sent my way. No one's fault, just evidence there is a need for help.

I had almost made up my mind to do 4days a week. Then on Wednesday Mason stopped me at the door on the way to the school bus. He told me he wanted to do it by himself and I needed to wait at the front door. WHAT??? I wanted to say "You are three. I'm supposed to walk you to the bus/brush your teeth/tuck you in/never let you out of my sight." Instead I coolly shrugged and pretended that was fine with me. Mason has to crawl up the first step on the bus because he's so little for Pete's sake. He puts his underwear on backwards half the time. What does that have anything to do with it? Everything, obviously.

I read an article about how parents are doing too much for their children and basically destroying society by doing so. Do I do too much for Mason? Absolutely. Am I going to change that? Maybe. I want him to be strong. Independent. Happy. I want him to make his own choices. I hope he really screws up big time while I am still around to give him a hug. I want him to understand work. I want him have pride in his accomplishments, but not because anyone told him "well done".

I remember when he was a newborn and life was really hard. We were living in Minneapolis, my body hurt, nursing was a disaster, and I didn't have my huge family to rescue me. Oh how Mason cried and cried. I remember talking to Amy and telling her "I thought love would be enough". I really thought that because I love him more than my own life that everything else would work out. I thought I would be an excellent mother and that our days would be spent with him sleeping on my chest while I read. Or that he would love to see the wonderful world I was introducing him to. Instead he just cried. And cried.

I guess I still think that love should be enough. I love you (to the moon and back as he says) so you shouldn't ever get hurt, be sad, have struggles, or misbehave.

Once again I have a lot to write about but hardly anything by way of a conclusion. After contemplating pulling him out of school all together I've decided to go ahead and try the double school time. I've made it clear to everyone this is just a 30 day trial and I keep whispering to myself "you're the mom, you're the mom". My neighbor, his speech therapist, pulled me aside at church today and assured me that his progress would skyrocket. Well it better or I want his childhood back.

Today Mason made me smile a hundred times. No matter what heartache we have over our children, it is always always still worth it. He held the door open for me at church. He did his funny little sneaky dance that he knows makes me laugh. He surprised me by reciting my cell number, which I didn't know he knew. And he fell asleep in my arms tonight as I read from the "A Story to Tell" book.

I'm going to go play my favorite game now. It's called "sneak into their room and be filled with awe as I gaze at my sleeping kids". Best game ever.

Christmas Party Time

Grandma Heaton hosted her annual kids party for Christmas. The weather was so bad the parade was cancelled but the kids had fun creating gingerbread houses and helping Mom set up the nativity.

Eli had fun eating. The boy is always always eating.

Some of the kids with Mason and Yellow Puppy.

Mason has discovered the best way to eat something is to place it on the floor and don't use manners or your hands, just go for it.

My personal favorite, Clain's log cabin full of "food storage". Our family is a bit warped. Good to know we're passing it along to the next generation.

Passing out pieces for the nativity.

Mrs Forgetful

I found my debit card, the iPod, and my keys. I was thinking it was a pretty good day until I remembered it would have been better if I didn't lose all that stuff in the first place. Oh yeah, and I forgot to pick up Clain at school...