Backblogged - literally

Okay. So I stole this title from my best-friend-since-7th-grade's blog. Only she wasn't actually behind on her blogging. Just her life in general was crazy. Well, I submit that I am having both issues.

I am getting complaints, so my apologies that my blog is so annoyingly outdated (is anyone actually still checking?!?) I have sooo much to post about that I hope I can get to, but I will just start by explaining where the heck I've been as briefly as possible while still indulging my obsessive-compulsive tendency in journaling.

It all started with Christian's birthday. You see, I have this tradition of making myself stark-raving mad for the month leading up to Christian's birthday. Every year I produce a video that includes all the pictures, and some video from his previous year. Like a video scrapbook. Sounds simple enough, right? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no. It's pretty much the hardest thing I do all year long. Think finals week on crack, and it lasts at least 3 weeks. Every year I attempt to complete this project without making myself and my husband completely insane. Every year I fail miserably on both accounts. My loved ones BEG me to give it up. And yet I can't. I've decided that there is some sort of mental illness involved.

But this is my rationale (defense):

First of all, I am a little bit obsessed with all things personal and family history related - journaling, photos, etc. Case in point, I started keeping a journal in 5th grade and wrote EVERY SINGLE DAY (often for hours) until the end of eighth grade. I had 21 volumes by then. Nice, but not normal. It got to the point that I was practically writing more than living (definitely more than sleeping), and since I couldn't really do it halfway, my journaling kind of got dropped until college. I've never been as good since, but you can see the tendency to go overboard. Yes, it's true. Enjoy the raw honesty, folks. And next time on Dr. Phil...

Secondly, I am even more obsessed with my love and gratitude for my son. The video has become my way of expressing that love and gratitude by doing a yearly tribute to Christian. I simply just have way too much emotion and meaning wrapped up in it.

Finally, it's just cool. When it's finished, in spite of the fact that it's never as perfect as I wanted it to be (or obsessed over), it is so fun to have. And I know that we will treasure it forever. Oh yeah, and one more thing. I just want to capture this time forever and never, ever forget him the way he is right now. The video is my attempt to do that.

So there's my defense to all who are familiar with this unhealthy yearly exercise that causes me to pull at least 3 all-nighters each year and almost kills me. I won't stop, but I do promise to keep striving for balance. And hopefully I'll get good enough at it someday that it will go really fast!

So I got the video completed just in time to head off to Utah for one of the most fun-packed whirlwind trips I've ever had. We celebrated the 4th of July for several days and then had an early birthday party for Christian with my parents, sisters, and extended family.

The birthday party is a whole other stress-filled crazy woman story. Did I mention that I also write him a song every year? Oh, I almost forgot. Just to be clear, I don't compose music. Ever. But I do rewrite lyrics to existing songs. In this case, ever since Christian's first birthday, I have re-written the lyrics to "Happiness" from the musical You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown to include verses about Christian's personality that year, things we love to do with him, funny things he does, etc. Hopefully more about his party later.

After Christian's birthday and my extended trip to Utah, came my worthless surgery and annoyingly long recovery. That's another story as well.

Then it was my Grandma Simon's 80th birthday. I got the brilliant idea to start another major project and design an album online for her full of the heirloom pictures of her parents and and her family, their love letters to each other, etc. To skip the long story, this one didn't really end up working out in the end and was put off until Christmas. But to make up for it, I wrote her a tribute letter and -whatever possessed me? - wrote HER a song. I swear I don't do that a lot. That's another story too. It was kind of embarrassing because I had to sing it for her over the phone, and I was extremely nervous for various reasons, and then it didn't seem like she really liked it, so I felt stupid. But then my sister Lauren told me that she actually cried and everyone did like it, so I felt better. I just wanted her 80th birthday to be special.

And THEN it was my dad's 60th birthday. And I, of course, started another major project. I got all of his 8 siblings and his mother to write a letter of memories about my dad growing up (which involved lots of begging and nicely reminding my busy aunts and uncles). One of my aunts and one of my uncles spent hours and hours scanning and uploading old pictures for me to put in the album, for which I will be forever grateful. I'm actually still waiting for one more letter, so the book isn't completed yet, but it will be awesome once we get it printed. Lots of work, though. Still, how much work has my dad done on my behalf in my lifetime? I could hardly repay.

And now we have just come through a horrible stomach virus. And horrible is really an understatement. It's the worst I've seen in years.

So, travel, projects, insanity, surgery, swimming lessons, illness, various unnamed crises ranging from serious to not so serious but stressful all the same, Eric's birthday, and just run-of-the-mill craziness have kept me away from my blog. In short, I have been so busy living that I haven't had time to blog. So thanks to the two of you who have hung in there with me and still check. And I promise that there is much, much more to come... now that the birthdays are over.

Christian loves Daddy and wants to marry Mama

June 2008 - Christian imitates the "baby kiss"
Today when Christian woke up, he walked into our bedroom where Eric was still sleeping. After he cuddled with Daddy for a while, Christian started telling Eric to get dressed. Eric was still groggy, so Christian said it again, with the further specification to put on his "day clothes." And then he added earnestly, "Don't put on your good-bye clothes!" Eric wears scrubs to work every day, and Christian knows that means he's going to work. Eric assured him that he wasn't going anywhere today.

We went out tonight to buy Christian some new shoes in a size 9, as he has just grown out of all his size 8 shoes from last year. We got him some really comfortable sandal/sneaker shoes from Stride Rite that should be great for playing, and then Eric bought him some Vans, just like the ones he got last year. Christian really loves his Vans and frequently requests them. And he can put them on all by himself!

After buying shoes, Christian started asking for ice cream. I was thinking, "Oh, boy. Here we go. Now our son is starting to think of things he wants on his own and ask for them." But he asked so politely, that I couldn't help but be impressed and swayed. He kept saying it over and over, but in the most polite and nice voice, "Please? Pleeease?" Apparently, he was so busy asking, he wasn't listening to us, and didn't hear Eric say that we should go to Joe's Diner for a milkshake. So Christian continued to ask, "Please, MAY I have some ice cream...Please? Pleease?" still in a sweet voice. It was so cute. I really try hard to teach him to be polite, but saying "may I" I cannot take credit for. I'm not even sure how he learned it. (Sidenote: Last night he was wearing his chaps and playing his harmonica, and as he put his harmonica in the little leather pocket in the chaps, he said, "What's this doo-hickey?" I'm also not sure where he got that. But it was very funny.)

We did end up going to Joe's where Eric and Christian shared a chocolate and a strawberry milkshake. As usual, Christian was hilariously friendly with the waitress, Jennifer, and spoke to her several times and said, "Thanks, Jennifer!" without even being prompted. He is such a crack-up. He also asked her where Joe was. I guess last time he went there with Eric, they met Joe.

When we came home, Eric and Christian were sitting at the table, and Eric told Christian he was going to have a P.P.I. with him where they talked about how he was doing in his life. Eric said, "So. How do you feel about Mama?" Christian didn't quite know what to say.

Eric tried a different angle. "What do you like about Mama?" After thinking for a minute, Christian said, "She's gorgeous." Eric has been teaching him to tell me I'm gorgeous for a long time. Sometimes he even has Christian say "We're thankful that Mama's so gorgeous" in his prayer. Not totally reverent, perhaps, but still extremely sweet.

September 2007

Eric asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. Christian said, "A big fadder (father)" He asked what kind of wife he was going to have. He said, "A wife like Mama." Eric tried to explain to him that I was already his wife, and that I would be a grandma by the time he was old enough to get married (although that would be entirely backwards, and I hope I'm not a grandma until after Christian is old enough and married . I'm sure he just meant that I would be too old). Christian would have none of it, and insisted that he was going to marry me, and that his wife's name would be Melanie (he frequently calls me Melanie, since he hears his cousins and everyone else call me that).

I asked him if he knew why Daddy went to work every day. Christian said, "To fix hurty teeth." And then he said, "But I don't want you to go to work." And Eric said, "I know, buddy. I hate to leave you every day too. But you know what? It's a blessing to have a good job and to be able to go to work every day." To that Christian replied, "No, it's NOT a blessing. It's a blessing for you to come HOME!" Eric tried to argue that Christian was really lucky to be able to stay home with me all day, and that there were lots and lots of guys that would love to spend all day alone with me (he is incorrigible). But truly, it's just not the same without Daddy. He really brings home the fun.

Christian: A Man of Many Disguises

If there is anything Christian loves, it's a costume. Maybe second only to a hat. If it can go on his head, it's a hat.

Of course, there is the ubiquitous cowboy hat and boots (with spurs...and chaps) from last year's Halloween costume. He wears those almost every day. He has been known to refuse to come downstairs in the morning until he locates and dons his cowboy hat and boots. And the hat has to be just right. Christian carefully positions it so that the brim is propped up by his ears, thereby bending his ears forward - nearly in half. Much to my chagrin. I guess he can see better that way.

But in moments where Christian is not wearing his cowboy hat and boots, he readily creates his own costumes. These creative and unusual undertakings have brought us nearly constant amusement. Several times a day I hear something like, "Mom! I'm a Doctor! I'm a Rudolph Doctor!" "Mom! I'm a MEAN cowboy!" "Mom! I'm MEAN King Saul!" "Mom! I'm MEAN Goliath!" And MEAN is said with impressive gusto. Just recently, he has developed an obsession with mean characters. I'm assuming that this is a typical boy thing. Otherwise, it's those blasted violent Living Scriptures videos we bought. But sometimes he's just a doggy, or a baby bird, and I get to be the mama bird. Or sometimes, I'll just hear him acting out something, like his interpretation of "The Grand Old Duke of York." That's the one with the blue mask jauntily placed on the side of his head. What a character! Anyway, I have tried over the last month or so to capture some of his daily outfits so that we could all share.

Note to Christian: When you read this someday in the future, know that you find a way to crack us up every single day! If I could figure out a way to have a camera running to catch your every antic, and every amazing or hilarious sentence that comes out of your mouth with that adorable little helium voice (that I will miss desperately someday), I would do it. Someone asked me recently if my home was filled with joy every day. Well, you're it, buddy! You're the joy.

Mother's Day 2008

May 2006
From the first year that I celebrated Mother's Day as a mother, Mother's Day became my favorite holiday. There are numerous reasons for this. For one, I don't have to really be involved in any stressful preparations (like Thanksgiving or Christmas - great holidays, but have mercy, the stress is ridiculous). It is a day specifically intended to give me recognition and appreciation for the job that I do, which occasionally is considered to be all easy and fun by someone whose name I won't mention. And, this is big, it is the one day that I actually feel justified in relaxing a little. Maybe letting someone else make the food and do the dishes, things like that.

May 2007
Fast forward to Mother's Day 2008. Eric is horribly sick with a lingering illness, and cranky about it (the true meaning of sick and tired). To his credit, he made a pancake breakfast for the company at our house. Unfortunately, much to his annoyance, I'm on this blasted gluten-free diet right now (doctor's orders) and couldn't have any pancakes. So I had to make my own gluten-free pancakes. Eric also made a roast for dinner (incidentally, no rolls or gravy for me either). And there were roses and cards on the table downstairs (Eric helped Christian write his name and mine on the card - I loved that sooo much) when I woke up, which was very sweet. But otherwise, the day was interesting, with Eric being sick and not up to his usual good-guy Mother's day treatment.

May 2008
Eric was too sick to go to church, so Eric's mom and I ended up wrestling Christian all by ourselves - not my idea of a relaxing mother's day, but what can you do? And I won't say how the rest of the day shook down, but suffice it to say, I was somewhat frustrated.

And then I put Christian to bed at night. We had just read the scripture story about Jesus' death and the beginning of what happened after. But it was getting long for a two-year old, so I decided to save the rest of it for the next day.

Christian talked me into lying down next to him on the floor in the dark (I guess he was just in the mood for that?). While we cuddled, he let me tell him the whole entire story from Joseph of Arimathea asking for the body of Jesus through His resurrection. And the whole time he listened so attentively, and whispered, "Yeah. Yeah," after each sentence. It was so sweet. And then we said a prayer together thanking Jesus for suffering and dying for us so we could repent and be forgiven of our bad choices and live with Him again someday, and that He conquered death so that we could be resurrected also. And that Jesus did it because He loves us so much. It was just such an incredible attention span for a "two-a-half" year old (as Christian says). It makes me so happy to see him learn about Jesus and actually listen and absorb it.

So after our prayer, I held him a while longer and whispered, " You make me so happy, buddy." Christian whispered, "You make me so happy too." Chuckling to myself at his adorable reciprocity, I said, "I'm so proud of you." He whispered, "I'm so proud of you too." I said, "Thanks, buddy!" He said, "You're welcome." I said, "Where did you learn to be so polite?" He said, "I don't know!" I said, "I love you so much, Christian." And before I was even done, "I love you so much too." I said, "You're the the best boy."

And Christian said, "You're the best mudder."

What better Mother's Day gift could I ask for?

Funeral for Eric's Uncle Dave

On Saturday, we attended the funeral for Eric's uncle, David Brode, in Carson City. Eric was actually talking to Dave in the very moment that he passed away. It was kind of a sacred experience for Eric, and I hope I can get him to write more about it, since I wasn't there. Pretty amazing, though.

Eric's parents came to stay with us, as well as his sisters, Christie and Jenny, and Jenny's friend Catherine. It was great to see everyone. Catherine is an incredible musician, and was asked to provide a musical number for the funeral service (one of Uncle David's favorite songs, "Somewhere My Love") So she brought her guitar, and we benefited from it during her all-too-short stay with us. Eric's dad is also very musically talented (both he and Catherine actually play in bluegrass groups in their spare time), and he brought his fiddle and his ukulele.

Early Morning Jam Session

First thing this morning, we had the greatest jam session right in our den! The bluegrass pros plus the budding talent, Christian, on the bugle (watch out for his musical talent in the future - he has the genes and the interest) It was incredible! I wish it could have gone on all day!




Anyway, the funeral service was nice, but I spent the whole time in the lobby of the funeral home trying to wrangle Christian and keep him from being a distraction in any way, so I'm the least qualified to comment on it. Eric said the closing prayer, and did a really good job. The family said repeatedly to me what a blessing Eric had been to them in the last week of Uncle Dave's life.


I think they relied on Eric partly because they looked to him as a
proxy for his dad, who, as I see it, is revered by pretty much everyone in his family, and partly because they looked to Eric as a spiritual leader, something that possibly has been missing in their lives. I'm really glad he was listening to the Spirit and was able to help them at such an important time.


David Brode served in the Navy, so there was a Navy Honor Guard at the burial site. Amazingly, Christian watched it all reverently, which was perfect.

After the funeral, there was a family luncheon at Eric's cousin, Tina's, house. I don't know that side of the family really well, but they were just all so sweet and wonderful. We had even more amazing music there at the house with LeAnn's talented daughter and her fiddle, coupled with Eric's dad's and Catherine's guitar. It was amazing, and so fun. Too bad I spent most of the time in the backyard making sure Christian didn't get himself killed while having the time of his life on a trampoline with 3 big kids. He got filthy, but the fun was worth it.

Christian also met a little friend his age, Trevor. They just had a blast once they got to know each other. Here they shared a refreshing glass of water (notice how flushed they look from playing so hard). Christian was even clinking cups together and saying, "Cheers!" I'm not sure where he learned that.

It was a nice day with the family.

One of These Days: To all our friends from Omaha

At the end of April, Eric took a trip back to Nebraska for continuing education at Creighton (where he attended dental school). We really loved Omaha, so I was crushed that I wasn't able to go with him. Unfortunately, his trip was kind of a let-down in general because none of his friends from school attended the Spring Dental Assembly this year. And as most of our friends have graduated and moved away, there aren't many people to visit. Even our favorite, favorite frozen custard place, Sheridan's, (a true staple of my, or should I say, our diet when I was pregnant) had tragically shut down. It just wasn't the same. And that's bad, because that means I will never get to go back.

It's three years this month that Eric graduated from dental school. It's hard to believe. Our life has changed so much. And yet, we haven't forgotten that special time that we spent in Omaha. When we moved there, I was so sad to leave all of our dear friends in Las Vegas, but I knew that at the end of four years we would be just as sad to leave Omaha. I just still have so much love for the people we knew there, even for the city itself. It was truly a magical time.

While Eric was in Omaha, I was visiting my family in Utah. I was lucky enough to hook up with our dear friends, Zach and Mary, just weeks before they will head off to Canada for Zach's orthodontic residency (hooray Zach!). They were some of our closest friends from dental school. Zach and Eric were often mistaken for each other, probably because of their choice of hairstyle. Mary was called to be Relief Society President right after me, which just cemented a bond between us that was begun by an uncanny similarity in the movies we love. Anyway, the visit reminded me of how much I miss them, and how much we miss that special time we had when we all lived next door to each other and shared so much.

This is a video that Eric made just months after we moved away from Omaha. He was feeling kind of nostalgic (and a tad lonely in our new city). I guess we both were. It features a sample of pictures from the last couple of years of dental school through graduation. It represents some funny times and good memories, but by no means does it capture all of our dear friends from dental school. To all of you (and you know who you are): We love you. We miss you. And you are not forgotten.

I Love Sir Percival Blakeney

We just watched "The Scarlet Pimpernel" (starring the amazing Anthony Andrews and the exquisitely beautiful Jane Seymour) with Eric's mom who is visiting. It is one of my favorite movies of all time. It has everything. Comedy, action, drama, suspense, and, of course, romance.

Now, it's kind of my policy to refrain from discussing what imaginary (and unfortunately unrealistic people) I am in love with in my dreams, but since only girls are reading this at this point, I have a confession. I am in love with Sir Percy. Sigh.

If you watch the video, the funny part is at the beginning - well more like the middle (but it only makes sense if you know the plot), and the romance is toward the end of the clip. It was the best clip I could find with actual dialogue.

Have any of you seen this? If not, I decree that a girls night is in order. Actually, Eric likes this movie too because it's funny, has a good plot, and great script. So I guess guys could come too. I just won't sigh out loud.