I'm so not a fan

I would not consider myself or Rusty very handy people but we have common sense and we're pretty good at figuring stuff out. So last July (a year ago) when we decided to put a ceiling fan over our bed to cool my pregnant sleeping self we figured it would be no big deal right? Right? WRONG! Oh man it was crazy! We started at 7:00 when Conner went to bed figuring that 3 hours of daylight would be pleeeenty of time to install. We moved our bed, got our giant ladder out and got to work. Little did we know how little we knew about anything. It took us 2 hours just to take to stupid existing light off and install the little bar support thing for the fan! oh man!  But I refused to go to bed with it unfinished so we chugged along. By the time it was time to do the wiring we were quickly losing our daylight so we got out our trusty camping lantern....powered by propane. oops. Pretty soon we were sure smelling that one! We opened all of the windows in the room since it would probably be even harder to install a fan while high on propane fumes, or maybe dead from propane fumes since I'm not sure which one they would do, and again chugged along. Pretty soon it was 11:00 at night and we were still not quite done. It was very dark, very late, and lets not forget I was very pregnant.

Finally at midnight it was the moment of truth...turning the power back on and making sure we did everything right. Rusty went downstairs to flip the breaker and I turned on the switch. and Nothing. Happened. WHAT!!! aserfjklhdlkfhasdkjh! uggggg! I was so ready to cry. It took a few minutes to realize that you had to use it with the remote. only. I was really mad about that one too. But we had spent too much time and tears and sweat hanging the stupid thing up to take it down and return it for that. So we stuck the remote on the wall and there it still stands.





A year later I have gotten used to the remote thing and love love love my fan. I think installing a fan has the same amnesia features of child birth. You must just forget how crappy it is because one year later we had the thought "Hey, lets put a fan in our TV room!" We totally had done it before. It would be easy peasy to do it again right? Right? WRONG!

 

We decided on the same fan as we had in our bedroom because 1. we had installed it before so there should be no surprises and 2. we knew that it was good and quiet and all that jazz. So just on Monday the 22th of July we set out on our second fan adventure. We started at 6:00 (when Sophie goes to bed. I know you're jealous right?) and got to work. It SHOULD have been a lot easier but the stupid light box thing was freaking nailed to the board thing in the ceiling (see how technical my knowledge is?) So it took 2 hours just to chisel it out of the ceiling. Then we went to start installing and realized that the box had been previously opened and was missing essential hardware. gurrr! Rusty went back to the store and by 10:00 we were finally ready to get to work. It still took a long long time because along with our amnesia of how crappy installing fans are we also forgot how to do it!

Here is the time that we finished. almost 1:00am in the morning!

 



But it turned out nice and it sure is awesome to have it in.
So the moral of the story is I am SO not a fan of installing fans. But I sure do like them once they're in. So if you need help installing a fan...DON'T call us. We have no clue what we are doing. Good luck if you ever attempt to dabble in the art of ceiling fan hanging uping!

 

I said a-Bang Bang Bangaty-BANG

When Sophie was a baby baby all of her hair fell out...except for the stuff on the top. She had a sad sort of faux-hawk thing for a little while.  This following pic was taken when she was...oh...4 months old and the peak of her side patterned baldness.

 

 

The final result at age 9 and some change months is reeeeally long hair on the top and normalihsness on the sides. Now I'm a sentimental fool. Everything that my babies go through is a BIG DEAL. That being said, I have this weird mentality that once my kiddos get their first hair cut than they're not babies anymore. With Conner I refused to give him a haircut until he was a year.

 

But this craziness  just had to go.

 

 

It can't be fun to have bangs down to your nose in your face all the time. Not to mention blowing everywhere when you just want to play with the AC vent. Even if I swept them to the side they still made their way back down to crazyness in a few minutes. I'm not at all admitting that she had her first hair cut. Let's just call it a Bang Trim. since that's all we did. Then I can be happy and she can remain a baby for a little longer without the annoying hair in her face.

Getting ready for the cut. Mommy's kind of sad. And Conner's oddly happy and camera smiley.

 

First snipity snips!

There they be.

now she kinda looks like a boy :( But at least a very cute boy. better stick the biggest bow I have on her.

 

 So there ya have it. Sophie's first BANG TRIM. not Hair Cut. I'm sure she feels lots better now!

 

I didn't get a desk set

Last weekish (June 28th) was me and Rusty's 7th anniversary! yay!

 

On our honeymoon in Moab

 I can't believe that it has been 7 years already...but also it kinda feels like "that's it? only 7?" pretty weird. According to this random site the 7th anniversary customary gifts are copper, wool, and a desk set. hummmm. Didn't get one of those but we did have fun! Since our anniversary happened to be the same day as Webelos day camp (Rusty's in cub scouts) AND a ward party that night taking all of our babysitters we had a grand family celebration that evening celebrating the beginning of our family.



mmmm raspberry cheesecake.



Conner with the most expensive scoop of plain vanilla ice-cream that hardly got eaten.

 So what do you do after you go to Olive Garden with the kiddos on your anniversary? You go to Lowe's to look at ceiling fans, and buy a compressor of course! (we were in the neighborhood)

 

I know, I know. You all wish you could be awesome and romantic like us. But probably don't try because you wouldn't be able to come close to matching it. But really it was fun and C was actually REALLY good at the restaurant so that was a bonus!

 

But have no fear we're not THAT lame. Over the 4th of July weekend we left C and Soph at the grandparents and went for a little Park City getaway. We went 4 wheeling on Friday the 5th and then stayed in Park City for the night and played tourist and then went to a movie on Sat. 

 

Here's some pics of the 4 wheeler ride!



crazy steep cliff we found.



Operation:FATTY Sophie edition

We just got back from Soph's 9 month check-up...here we go!

 

 

this morning just before her apt.

Length: 25.98 inches= 7%
Head: 42 cm = 5%
weight: 14lb 1 oz = 0% (on the chart it looked like it would really be like -5% but since they don't do negatives...) last appointment she was 13lb even, so she only gained 1.1 lb in 3 months. ugggg! Looks like Operation:fatty Sophie Edition will start in full swing!
 It seems like 9 months is when Conner , who actually was a whole pound heavier than missy at 9 months coming in at 15.2, started to fall off the charts too. So either that's just how I make 'em or something starts to go horribly wrong in my mommying at that age. who knows. Doc says to put melted butter in her baby food and if she starts to lose her rolls to come in for a weight check. So if anyone has any extra fat lying around we'll gladly take it off your hands!

I'm not too crazy worried (just a little bit) since we've been through this with C and he's turned out to be little but just fine. Even though it's slightly stressful that my babe isn't right up there with the norm she is 100% healthy in every other aspect physically and developmentally which is a relief. I'll just take the fact that she's STILL is in 0-3 month clothes and size 2 diapers to mean that I just get a cute little itty bity cuddly baby for a little longer than most! And I'll definitely savor this time that I can still hold her in her car seat with one arm.