Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Alice the Hedgehog

This one time 3 days before my first Mother's Day, Danny came home from work and was too excited for comfort.  He said he had my Mother's Day gift in the front yard and it couldn't wait until then.  That's when I was worried my, "gift" might be alive.  Something I have learned from my parent's relationship is, if the "gift" can't wait a few days then the, "gift" is usually alive.  Danny is becoming more and more like the Ricker as time goes on.  Anyways, the only things I want that are living right now would be a teacup pig in rain boots  or another french bulldog.  Both of those pets are thousands of dollars out of our budget right now, so I was racking my brain for what kind of animal it could be.

Meet Alice the Hedgehog.  I have owned 11 hedgehogs in my life, Alice made the 12th.  How did I not guess???  The last hedgehog I owned, the late Quillbur Quilliam Smart, was three years ago.  I really was pretty shocked.
Millie felt Alice would better adjust if she had some friends her size she could relate to.

One of the best parts of having Alice was watching Millie and Brutus meet her for the first time.  If any of you have ever been around a hedgehog, when they feel scared or threatened they hiss, jump and curl up into a ball of spikes. You literally cannot tell their head from their butt.  In our case, we didn't see much of Alice's face unless we were giving her a bath.  Millie kept wanting me to get Alice out of her cage and every time I did, same thing, a hissing, jumping, pokey ball of quills.  Millie said, "I think that thing is gonna pop!"

Millie and Brutus both learned the hard way that hedgehogs can be very spikey.
I love Millie's face in this one:)  

These five are quite the sight.
Not all hedgehogs are mean.  If you get them as hoglets and handle them regularly they are actually really cute and fun to have as pets.  They will crawl around your hands and run around the yard.  I have had hedgehogs on both ends of the spectrum and I could feel Alice was going to need A LOT of love and attention to get her closer to the tame side.  When I don't have a baby in my arms I would rather be cleaning my house, sewing, blogging, doing yard work, showering! ect.  I just didn't feel like I had the time that this wild hedgehog needed.  I felt really bad because Danny was SO excited to give me Alice and my reaction was definitely not what he expected.  After trying her out for a few days, we decided she would be better off with another family.  Danny listed her on KSL and a few hours later she was sold to a man wearing tight Wranglers, a mullet and a mustache to match.  He would make any native from Spanish Fork proud!  He was a really nice guy buying it for his daughter's 13th birthday.  I got my first hedgehog, Prickles, when I was 7 and had him for several years.  He was the best!  I hope that little girl loves Alice like I loved Prickles.  

So now Danny was onto attempt #2 at an awesome Mother's Day gift.  When did I become so picky?

He nailed the second try!  We got 2 new beautiful arbors that I have wanted so bad since we moved in.  I love them!  I had a great Mother's Day and was completely spoiled.


Pearlie and I on my first Mother's Day.  I'd take her over a hedgehog anyday:)

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Penina

I cannot believe sweet Pearl is 5 months old.  She is my little angel baby. 
When Pearl was 10 weeks old I had to go back to work to get the rest of my maternity leave and it was so hard to leave her.  It was just a week!  I have gained a different level of respect for working moms.  I stared at a picture of her pretty much all day wishing I could kiss her chubby cheeks.  I was lucky enough to have my mother in law Pam and my mom watch her for that week.  I knew she was in the best care, but it was weird how much I missed my little Pearl.  It was fun to see some of my friends at work again and to actually get dressed up everyday, but I was really glad when that week was over.  Anyways, one of my friends at work had just moved to Utah from Samoa and he has a baby girl 3 days younger than Pearl.  I loved talking to him about our babies.  He told me that Pearl in Samoan was, "Penina."  I loved it.  

 Penina, isn't it pretty?  
She really is our little Pearl.  Our white, round ball of cuteness.

The Penina's Percentiles...
Height:  25%
Head:  60%
Weight: 75%
Do you love it?
 A few updates on Pearl:
-She still sleeps through the night like a champ usually between 8-12 hours.  
-She is getting better at holding her own bottle.
-She is moving a lot more than she used to.  It is getting so hard to change her diapers because as soon as I put her on her back she tries to get away from me. 
-She can take her pacifier out of her mouth and put it back in.
-She cries every time she has to go in her carseat. You'd think she got stung by a bee or something.
-She LOVES to get thrown in the air.
-She LOVES when you blow on her face.
-She is always scanning the room trying to get anyone to make eye contact with her so she can smile.
-She loves singing time in Primary.  She babbles the whole time.
-Baby Einstein is her crack cocaine.
-She can scoot forwards on her belly to get to stuff.  It kind of looks like a messed up army crawl.  I'm guessing eventually this will turn into a normal baby's crawl?  Hopefully?
-She loves to roll over and play with her toys. 
-She is still super smiley but I think she is starting to know who her mama is.  A couple of times, right after she has woken up, if I'm not the first face she sees, she starts crying.  It's only happened a couple of times, the first time to Uncle Roman.  It was pretty hilarious because I made Roman hold her (He is uncomfortable holding babies as it is) and she looked at him so weird and started screaming.  Roman said, "Leave it up to me to make the happiest baby in the world cry."  
It seriously shocked me because the day before we were at City Creek and a homeless man with 2 teeth got uncomfortably close and was all up in her face talking to her and she couldn't smile big enough for him.  So for the most part she is still the smiliest baby around.

Happy five months!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Heimlich

Many of you that are familiar with Disney's, Bug's Life will recognize my favorite character, Heimlich.  The chubby German caterpillar who is very happy and always has food on his mind.  He dreams of becoming a, "beautiful butterfly" and at the end of the movie he does come out of a cocoon, but with wings far too small to carry his still huge body.  Pearl and Heimlich seem to have some similar qualities.  Since she started getting chubby, around 5 weeks old, I told everyone her thighs felt like I imagined Heimlich the caterpillar to feel.  Squishy yet firm.  Soft yet springy.  One of the best textures I have yet to feel and the reason I can't stop squishing her thighs.

If SBS (Squozen Baby Syndrome) is real, I'm sure Pearl suffers from it.  I encourage others to indulge in her thighs and cheeks often because you just don't come across chub this cute often.
It seems we have our own baby Heimlich on our hands.  She too, is always happy and loves to eat. 


My friend and next door neighbor, Jocelyn, gave Pearl these adorable wings at my shower and I have been so excited to put them on her since!  This will not be the last photo shoot where these wings are present, I promise.


Squishy yet firm.  Soft yet springy.  Hungry yet happy. 
Yep, that's my baby Heimlich.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Freaky Friday

Freaky right?  Still cute.
The rest of this post isn't that freaky.  Unless you consider how fast Pearlie is growing up...
 Then it's really freaky!
I  can't believe she is already 5 months old.  Just this week she has been acting so much older.  She notices everything and rolls over like crazy.  She also LOVES her toys,  LOVES to put anything and everything in her mouth and LOVES laughing. I love it too.  It's fun having such a ticklish baby.
Happy Freaky Friday Everyone!

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Wear Sunscreen

I read this on my friend Rachael's blog the other day and loved it.  Loved it!


Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen
would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved
by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more
reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this
advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You
will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until
they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at
photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much
possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You
are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying
is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things
that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you
at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with
people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead,
sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's
only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank
statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with
your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22
what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most
interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them
when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children,
maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the
funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do,
don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it
or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument
you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living
room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel
ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone
for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your
past and the people most likely to stick with you in the
future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people
who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you
soft. 

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians
will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll
fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust
fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when
either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it
will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over
the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Mary Schmich


And now some pics to prove that we still have Pearl.

 And while we're on the subject of sunscreen, she's probably worn it more in her 4 1/2 months than you have in your life. (Excluding Rangi and Sara's kids) 

Don't worry, I have since learned to use this correctly and really like it.
Still the fastest way to get her to sleep.

Pearl and Bay

3 of 4:( Getting excited for Violet to get here!  Sorry Bay got cut out of this one...
Baby Buddah

Don't be fooled by this photo... she still hates her carseat.  
My computer is having issues and is COMPLETELY full of photos.  Over 21,000 actually.  I can't help but take photos of this cute baby girl.   So I can't get the photos from my camera to my computer:(  It's killing me!  I am going to have some super catching up to do this week!  Expect MEGA BLOG soon... 

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