Sunday, May 23, 2010

If you have a little Faith

The Knights have had a good week.  The positives started on Wednesday with the arrival of my sister Faith, who will be living with us for the summer.  She reached San Francisco nine hours later than we expected, but she made it safe and sound.  We spent Thursday, Friday, and Saturday job hunting with Faith, with occasional breaks for frozen yogurt at Yogurtouille in San Mateo, donuts at Royal Donut in Burlingame, and a stop at the park for Jared.
 He can't say Faith yet, but he has started working on it.  He woke up yesterday morning saying "Effff-ah! Effffff-ah! Eth-ah!" Both of these sounds are new for him.  Maybe he will be able to get Faith's name out by the time she leaves in August.
 If wandering around downtown areas with my cool college-y sister didn't make us awesome enough, we are an aunt and uncle again!  Todd's brother Justin and his wife Marie welcomed Mckenzie Knight into their family on Thursday, May 21.  She was 6 lbs. 15 oz. and 20.5 inches of beautiful.  We can't wait to meet her!  Congratulations Justin and Marie!
Although nothing can top that, we did get more good news this week.  On Friday, after six months, the FTC finally approved Google's acquisition of Admob!  We had all but given up on a decision ever being reached.  We were about to finally stop crossing our fingers and accept that Admob alone was our destiny when we got the news.  It will take a few weeks for everything to be finalized, but our months of suspension in limbo are over.  We celebrated the good news, my birthday, and having Faith to babysit with dinner out on Friday night.  We have missed having dates.  Thanks Faith!
Today we planned to go to the park to enjoy the sunshine and play with my new frisbee.  When Jared woke up from his after-church nap, it was looking pretty windy outside.  I was opposed to going because Jared is coming down with something and he gets really bothered by wind.  Todd had his heart set on it, so we compromised by driving to the park instead of walking.  The wind wasn't too bad when we arrived, so we played for a while.
Before long, the wind started gusting wildly.  When the air was filled with dust and Todd was starting to sneeze, he decided to call it a day.  About thirty seconds after he walked out from under the tree you see above him in the picture, we heard a loud crack!  An enormous branch fell right where Todd had been standing.  Here is a not-so-great picture of the branch.  We didn't want to get any closer with the wind still blowing.
All in all, I would say it has been a really great week for us.  Faith arrived, Mckenzie was born, the FTC finally decided, and Todd survived a brush with death!  It doesn't get much better.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

23,328,000 Seconds and Counting

6480 hours, 388,800 minutes, or nine months ago, Jared was born.  No wonder it seems like he has been in our family forever!  That is a lot of fun-filled seconds. 

Jared went to the doctor's office for his nine month check up on Monday.  He had to get a shot that we missed at his last appointment.  Jared handles shots like a champ, so I wasn't worried.  The nurse started preparing his leg to get the shot.  She found the site, opened an alcohol swab to clean it, and suddenly Jared started screaming bloody murder.  Some of the alcohol had flipped into his eye!  Poor baby.  He cried it out, and within three minutes of getting the shot (and a bottle) he was giggling milk out his nose.
This month, Jared's head circumference is a whopping 47 cm, putting him above the 90th percentile for boys in his age group.  He is 28 inches tall and weighs 20 lbs. 10 oz.  You may be wondering what happened to the tiny baby we brought home 270 days ago.  Our theory is that Jared's cheeks ate him.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Do I look like a grandpa to you?

This weekend my dad came to meet Jared for the first time.  He's having a hard time imagining himself as a grandpa, which is probably why it took him so long to get here.  I couldn't really picture it either, but he took to it quite naturally.  He even grew some gray hair for the occasion.
We had planned to go on a hike and have a picnic on Saturday, but, as usual, California weather betrayed us.  We drove to the Sweeney Ridge Trail, only to find fog so thick that we couldn't see the trail head from the parking lot. We decided to go to Ryder Park next to the bay instead, but when we got there it was icy cold and windy.  We cut our picnic short to finish at home and retreated to the swings, away from the wind blowing off of the water.
No other baby in the park got so much attention.
We had Jared's hat in the car, but why bother when he can pull off this look so stylishly?
 We took a stroll along the water while Jared dozed and then came home to thaw.  Later, we had a visit from Grandpa Michael's stepsister, Jenny, who lives in Pacifica-by-the-Sea.  She told us embarrassing stories about my dad in high school.  I think we are going to have to spend more time with her.
 On Sunday, Grandpa came with us to primary, which ended up being a big help.  All seven of our six year olds showed up for the first time ever, and we needed the extra hands.  Dad and Grandpa each took a long nap on Sunday afternoon, and then we decided to play it safe weather-wise with a walk along the Crystal Springs Reservoir on the Sawyer Camp Trail.  This area is much more sheltered than the exposed ridge and the sea side, so it tends to be warmer on windy days.  The scenery was beautiful, as always, but we know you are reading this to see smiling pictures of Jared, not picturesque woods.
 We got home in time for Jared to play with his grandpa for a little while before bed.  Then they said good night and good bye because Grandpa had to leave early Monday morning to catch his train back to Utah. 
Thanks for coming, Grandpa.  I'm glad you guys finally got to meet.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mothers' Day!

I had one of those really fun mornings to be a mom this week. In the past I've talked about how I never seem to be as prepared as I think I am. I'm starting to think that it doesn't matter whether I'm prepared or not; everything will still go wrong at the same time.
It was Thursday morning. We went to the Sawyer Camp Trail for our walk with another mom and her two kids. Somewhere in the course of our four mile excursion, Jared started to get tired, so I gave him a pacifier and reclined his seat. This used to be all it took to have him sleeping peacefully. Apparently those easy sleeping days are behind us. He continued to fuss with the pacifier, so I didn't notice when he threw it out of the stroller. By the time I noticed, the binkie could have fallen out anywhere along a half mile stretch. The only pacifier I had with me was long gone and we had a mile left to go. I gave Jared a bottle to keep him entertained and continued on my way.
When we reached the trail head, we let the kids out of the strollers to play. Jared was stinky when I picked him up, and this time I had wipes and diapers (both at the same time- how's that for prepared?), so I put him on a bench to change him. I unsnapped his overalls to find one of those poopy messes up his back that no one ever considers when they decide to start a family. I think I have a new campaign idea for planned parenthood.
I assessed the situation and congratulated myself again on my preparedness because I had a spare onesie in my diaper bag. I fished it out only to find that I have had this particular onesie in my diaper bag for a very long time. The size printed in it is 0-3 months. Under normal conditions, this would be much too small to even consider putting on my very robust eight and a half month old, but in the time it took me to assess the situation and retrieve the onesie, Jared had wet the front of his overalls, making the need for a change of clothes even more serious.
What did I do, you ask? I did what I had to do. I squished my chubby, fussy, tired little guy into a too small onesie, which turned out to be a very big 0-3 month size and very nearly fit. This is what he looked like when we got home.

We got the shirt, shoes, and hat covered, but no pants. Three out of four isn't bad, right?  Okay, so maybe I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was.
Anyway, this is just one more experience that has made me appreciate what our moms, grandmothers, and sisters go through to keep their babies clean, safe, and happy into childhood, not to mention adulthood. We love you mamas!

Happy Mothers' Day!

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Freestyle Crawling

Jared started crawling forward for the first time on Tuesday. Since that time, his form has improved a lot. You can see for yourself.