Diapers Made of Gold

Maybe someday I'll write a post about the holidays (despite Owen's 2-week-long cold, they were awesome) and his birthday (holy smokes, I have a one-year-old!) but for now this post is dedicated to Owen's first airplane ride. Let it be noted that I was EIGHTEEN years old before I stepped foot onto an airplane. And Owen was 12 months. Is he spoiled, or what?! ;)

We took advantage of a crazy good black Friday deal to visit my sister and her family in Seattle. We didn't want Dan to miss too much work, so I left a day early, figuring I could definitely handle my easy-going baby by myself for the less-than-2-hour flight.

Everything was going great until we made it through security and I realized I had forgotten to restock the diaper bag with diapers (yes, I see the irony here). All the diapers I brought were in the luggage that was checked-in before going through security, which was now probably enjoying its ride in the city of conveyor belts on its way to our plane.

For a boy who poops no less than 4 times a day, this is a BIG deal. No worries - I figured one of those airport shops MUST sell a diaper or 2. It took a few minutes, but I found them. As someone who prides herself in shopping deals and never spending more than 11 cents per diaper, I threw up a little in my mouth when I saw the price. $5.49 for a package of TWO diapers. We lovingly refer to them as the Diapers Made of Gold.

We survived the diaper near-tragedy and boarded the plane. All was going well . . . for about 15 minutes. It was Owen's nap time and there was NO way he was going to fall asleep in my arms with so many new things to look at. Owen was THAT baby who fussed and whined 95% of the trip. Bless the nice people who sat next to us who didn't complain.

This was taken during the 15 minutes of bliss (before taking off)

When I put him in his stroller after we landed it took him about 22 seconds to fall asleep. Poor guy.

But it was all totally worth it! The Balls sure do know how to host. Their house is awesome, Mel and Randy are the best, and Owen was obsessed with his 4 rowdy cousins who entertained him 24-7.

Swings! It's too cold in Utah to swing. Owen was in heaven (and please note that he is WEARING SHOES!!)

Our little star wars Padowan.

Hot tubbing in the famous Seattle rain.

Hello, giant man-sized burger.

Walking in the rain (yes, we did a lot of things in the rain . . . it's Seattle.)

Owen couldn't get enough of his cousins!

All the boys (minus Landon) watching America Ninja Warrior.
There was too much man-ness in the room for the likes of me.

This is definitely NOT my husband.

At Snoqualmie water falls. In the rain. :)

The sun came out and it was awesome!

Funnies

For the last week my "perfect sleeper" has not been quite so perfect. I blame it on the teeth growing inside his mouth. He's a champ when it comes to getting shots, or when he climbs up on something and inevitably falls and hits his head (this happens multiple times a day - he's a climber). But when it comes to growing teeth, my baby is, well, a baby. (I don't blame him - it looks painful to me!) So here I am at 4:31 in the morning. Awake, but not wanting to be productive, so I figured I could blog! (Apparently blogging falls low on the productive scale in my head.)

We've had a couple blog-worthy parenting moments in the last while. The first happened last Saturday while were hurrying to eat dinner so we could rush out to watch the BYU football game. (In this house, nothing gets in the way of BYU football.) I was finishing up my last couple of bites while Dan was cleaning Owen's face, only to realize he was stinky. In the, "Owen just pooped" kind of stinky. So he rushed in the bedroom to change him. Never has a father attempted such a quick diaper change, as the one about to miss a kickoff for a BYU football game!  Soon I hear Dan saying something like, "It's everywhere!" Which I discovered meant that Owen had a blowout. Nasty. Being the nice wife that I am, I thought I should go oversee to make sure all was right with the world. Dan was right, it WAS everywhere. In Dan's defense, he was the one to suggest that Owen needed a bath, but knowing that a bath would make us even later, I thought I would be a nice wife and declared we would just use the wipes and call it good. So husband held Owen up by one ankle while I wiped him down (Owen thought it was awesome and was giggling the whole time). I can't remember how many wipes it took - maybe 12 sounds right? I grabbed the nasty clothes to get them soaking while Dan put on a clean diaper and pj's. I came back into the room to find Dan hurriedly lathering Owen in pink baby lotion because, "He stinks!" Apparently baby lotion makes a good cologne to cover up nasty smells. We are awesome. The irony of the whole thing is that Dan's brother was recording the game so we had plenty of time to give Owen a bath. And no, we will not be winning any parenting awards anytime soon. :)

Story number 2  - a couple of Sunday's ago during church Relief Society, I was doing my best to keep my tired boy happy (it was the dreaded daylight savings change and he woke up at 5:30 that morning!) I was pulling out a bottle and took off the spill-proof lid so I could get the nipple in place. While neither lid was on the bottle Owen decided to take a dive off my lap. Head first. Which meant that in order to save Owen, my hands moved in such a way that the entire contents of the bottle were thrown across the back row of women!! (That will teach them to sit on the back row!) ;) We all had a good laugh - except for Owen who just wanted his milk!

He's getting too big too fast! Not walking yet, but we're close!

We're Alive!!

Holy smokes am I ever behind on the blog!! Currently all my spare computer time goes to my job (which I LOVE. I am such a teacher nerd.) But my family has been harassing me about my long-neglected blog so I guess it's time to give the people what they want: pictures of Owen. (Let's face it, once you have a baby no one cares about you anymore - just the kid. But isn't that exactly how it should be?)

Owen is our people-loving, generous-with-his-smiles, wiggly little munchkin. 70% for height but 10% for weight (he's my little bean pole). For Halloween he is the cutest little cougar you ever did see (the tail just kills me). He army crawls faster than I walk, and he loves loves playing with cords (he unplugs the computer at least once a day). He's cutting his first 2 teeth (pray for me) and his favorite food is pizza (really). He finally likes books (the ONLY time he's not moving is when we are reading). His favorite sleeping position is bum straight up in the air (how is that comfortable?!) And I've only caught him eating his poop once (sorry - tmi)!

You know how before you have a baby everyone tells you "enjoy it because it goes by so fast!" Well, I think I can say we are MORE than enjoying having him around. I hate that he's growing, but I love every new stage and can't wait for what is to come. Am I really blessed enough that I get to be this kid's mom? I am the luckiest. Amen.

I was going to put these in chronological order, but who has time for that? Enjoy!

He would hang out in this all day if I let him

Happy 3rd birthday to the big sis. We sure do miss her like crazy!

These boys are 2 peas in a pod. He loves being thrown around and so far has no fear of heights

See, I told you he was cute!

This was his daddy's outfit when he was a baby. 

He's been chewing on . . . well, anything, for months now

My boys.

With cousin Amberly. She calls him Owey and they love being together (promise).

My cousin Season and aunt Barbara. Being close to family again is just the best. Sigh.

My little boxer.

Swimming! We took him a couple of times - he was unimpressed.

Can you believe I get to spend all day with his happy dude?!

Swoon.

This kid always wants to be part of the action.

Don't forget to check out husband's hot beard

I promise we feed him, but somehow he still always finds his toes!

I have to throw a picture of me in there every once in a while

This is how he eats pancakes

A terrible mis-hap with the sprinklers. Boy did I feel like the worst mom ever that day!

Yes, he wears not just one, but TWO bibs at each meal. It's the only way to save the clothes!

The tail!!!

Bath time with Daddy.

Can you tell he's wearing an Olaf hat? Our neighbor made it. It's too cute.

My bud after a morning 5k run in Boise

We accidentally all matched (how embarrassing)

Happy Birthday to me! My mouth is watering just looking at this!

Too cute!

Eating in only a diaper (that's why he's so happy)

Yes, he is my Handsome little guy.

Visiting daddy at work

He eats everything (including trampolines)

FDOS 10 Year Anniversary

Today marks the 10 year anniversary of my first day of teaching. (Yes, I'm old. And yes, I'm in denial about it.) In light of all the FDOS (First Day of School) pictures that are popping up all over social media, I thought I would honor the day by sharing with you my 2 best (meaning worst) teaching moments ever.

Let me introduce you to Ari. A 12-year-old with thick, wavy, shoulder length hair who stood just shy of 6 feet tall and probably weighed close to 200 pounds (this time I promise I'm not exaggerating). Ari wore old baggy t-shirts and pants, and pretty much never spoke. Oh, and Ari was a boy - but I had to find that out the hard way. He was sitting at a table with 2 other girls working on an assignment. Being the teacher of the year that I was, I walked throughout the room to offer assistance and check for understanding (ok - let's be honest, the walking through the room was mostly to make sure the students weren't killing each other.) Anyway - I'm walking around said classroom when I walk up to Ari's table and ask, "How's it going girls?" The 2 girls at the table immediately started giggling the way only a 7th grade girl can do. High pitched and loud. I asked them what was so funny and eventually one of them gained enough composure to say, "We're not all girls!" To which I responded, "Of course you are, what are you talking about?" This only made the giggling go up a notch in both intensity and pitch. Oh dear. Finally one of them pointed at Ari and said, "Miss Spjute, Ari's a boy!" I'm pretty sure I would have loved to see my face at that moment. There is no recovery from something like that. I said, "Oh. Right." and walked away. Poor Ari. And poor me!

Moment #2 was another gender mishap. I thought I had learned my lesson: never assume a student's gender. But Michael. Oh Michael. I know what you're thinking - how could you mess up on a Michael? But let's pause for a moment and reflect on the fact that labeling something with pink or blue or calling them Michael or Jennifer does not mean a thing about gender these days. So yes, Michael was in fact a boy, but he had super long girlie looking hair, a cute feminine-looking face, and again - wore baggy non-gender revealing clothes. I didn't doubt for a second that he was a she. He was actually one of my best students, and when he showed up at Parent Teacher Conference with BOTH parents, I was more than thrilled to tell them what an amazing DAUGHTER they had. "She is great! She behaves in class and she participates and her homework is always turned in on time . . . . " You get the idea. It was Michael who finally stopped me and said, "Miss Spjute, I'm a boy." Ouch. I probably should have quit my job right there.

Yay for teaching! Speaking of teaching - I'm getting back into it by teaching an online computer class for BYU-Idaho. I'm stoked to be back in the (virtual) classroom again. This is much more up my alley than marketing discount groceries. (Shoutout to all my SAL buddies!)

And here is some 7-month cuteness for you. (I know I'm way behind on posting pics - I'll do a giant summer update soon. Promise!)

A weekend of firsts

Last weekend was a big one for the Owenator. Husband was in the mountains growing a beard and fishing with his dad and brothers, so Owen and I decided to have our own adventure. We joined Grandpa on a very quick trip to Boise (I think we were there a total of 17 hours). It put a lot of "firsts" on Owen's list.

First time out of state! (fyi - I did not take this picture and don't even recall seeing the Welcome sign. Thanks to whoever posted it online!)

First car accident!!! (Gasp!) The construction detour that turned into me stopping for a bathroom break (I know, I know. Spjute's NEVER stop for bathroom breaks! But since we were already off the freeway due to the construction detour I figured it was ok to take advantage. Worst decision ever.) During the TWO minutes I was inside going about my business, the punk driving the silver car backed into my dad while he was parked there (with Owen snoozing in the car seat). Luckily there was no damage to car or people, or this would have been one angry momma!!

First time meeting grandma-great!!!

First time swimming. He loved it!

Hello cuteness!!!

This kid slept THE ENTIRE 4-hour drive home. Not kidding. Remind me when he's older to give him an extra scoop of ice cream for this one.

And this is what husband was doing while we were gone. Hot husband!!