Michigan Minutiae

We've been in Michigan for nearly 2 months now, so I thought I'd let you all know what it's like:

- We live in a small town. How small? Between 10pm and 6am, most of the traffic lights in town are turned "off". They blink yellow one way and red the other.

- It's cold here. The lowest we've seen thus far is -4, I think. The wind chill at that point was something like -11. It's snowing right now, and Julia and Shannon have just come inside from playing in it.

- The butter is a different shape here. It has a smaller cross section, and is longer. Why? I have no idea what the purpose is. But it does mean that our butter tupperware doesn't work now, unless you've used at least 2 tablespoons.

- Back to traffic, they've got blinking left turn lights here. Blinking yellow means yield.

- Back to weather, it's cloudy here. Every day. We've been told that there are as many cloudy days here each year as there are in Seattle.

- Lots of houses and apartments don't have overhead lights inside, particularly in the bedrooms. We now own a lot more lamps than when we used to.

Now, back to watching the BYU football game, where UTEP has -40 yards rushing so far. (Their QB apparently doesn't know how to take a 5 yard sack. He avoids those so he can run back and lose 12 yards. I like this guy.)

Bum Jokes

Julia is officially 2 1/2 how, which means we've hit the age where anything can be made funnier by replacing any word with "bum". Examples:

From Blues Clues:

"We just got a letter, we just got a letter, we just got a letter, wonder who it's from"

becomes . . . .

"We just got a bum shake, we just got a bum shake, we just got a bum shake, wonder who it's from"

Or, if you're feeling slightly sacrilegious:

"The Lord commanded Nephi to go and get the plates"

becomes . . . . .

"The bum commanded Nephi to go and get the bum"

While Julia makes the jokes, the rest of us try our best to pretend they aren't funny.

X-ray vision

In my previous post, I made reference to x-ray vision. The typical view of x-ray vision is that it lets you see through or inside something. Let's clear up how x-rays actually work.

X-rays let you see through your skin and look at your bones. This is true. What happens is that the x-ray go through your soft skin that is mostly made up of light elements. Carbon, oxygen and hydrogen are probably the three most abundant elements in your skin. They have atomic masses of 12, 16 and 1 amu, respectively. The x-rays react very weakly with the light elements and hit the x-ray film. Your bones are made up of many of those same elements, but also one more: calcium! Calcium has an atomic weight of 40, so it stops a lot more of the x-rays, leaving a white spot on the film. Ta-da! You can now see your bones.

The problem is in adapting this to other uses, like Superman's x-ray vision. It only works if you're looking through something made of light elements, to see something made of heavy elements, which has a film behind it. But apparently Superman can shoot x-rays out, which travel through walls (note: sheetrock is made of gypsum, which is made of . . . . calcium! (and sulfate ions, and water)) (also, cement or cinderblock is pretty good at stopping x-rays, because cement is made from limestone, which is made of . . . . calcium carbonate!) bounces off of soft people, goes back through the walls and then is processed by his hi-tech x-ray eyes. It just doesn't work.

So, even with fancy x-ray equipment, Julia would have been hard pressed to identify the sugar and paper sucker inside the paper bag. (Sugar is made of carbon, hydrogen and oxygen, and sadly, no calcium.) We're down to exceedingly impressive spelling skills and ESP as the top two explanations. And ESP isn't looking too likely.

Or maybe it was ghosts.

Julia the Psychic

Somehow, Julia seems to have developed special powers. She is constantly coming up with stuff that we can't figure out how she knows it. And this isn't stuff that she could have over heard, or seen on TV. As we are driving towards Target she says "there's Target". Can she read road signs? We just moved, and we went a way to get there that she has never been on. Maybe she can read, or at least recognize the Target logo.

But then puzzle me this one: A few weeks ago we drove past PetSmart. Julia says "can we go to the pet store?" She's never been to a PetSmart before. In St. George we had a PetCo that she loved to go to (its our poor person's zoo). How does she know what these buildings are?

And finally, we went out to eat at A&W a week ago. I don't know that Julia has ever been there. She got a kids meal. We pulled out her food, leaving the treat in the bag. I looked in the bag to see what she got, and told Shannon it was a "t-o-o-t-s-i-e-p-o-p". Shannon told her if she ate her food she would get a treat, and she said "a sucker". I asked her "how many suckers?". She said "two". I asked what color. She said "red". I asked for the color of the other one. She said "blue". But she was wrong. There was one red and one brown sucker. HOW ON EARTH DOES SHE KNOW THESE THINGS??? The bag was never tipped over such that she could see in. I checked, and the bag is not translucent enough to see what is inside when it is held up to the light. Either that girl knows what "t-o-o-t-s-i-e-p-o-p" means, or she has x-ray vision, or she has ESP. I just don't get it.

Small Things

I don't expect everyone one out there to appreciate this, but this afternoon at work I put my pen in my drawer.  Yes folks, that's right, I put my pen in my drawer.  It was a big day for me.

Update from MI

We are live and in Michigan.  Today was the first day of work, and things went fairly well.  Our stuff has not yet caught up to us, so we are still living in a hotel.  But, we managed to get library cards today, so the library is our new best friend in town!  (Because we have oh, so many other friends in town for the library to compete with.)

 

The drive went about as well as any 2,500 miles trek across the country with two small kids can go.  It was long, and very windy.  We did get to stop and see friends/family/former residences important people in Canon City, Lawrence, Olathe, Omaha and Nauvoo.

 

It's a bit early to have much to report at work.  After 1 day, I have a badge and a computer.  There is a phone there, too, but I'm not completely sure if it works yet.  I have my own little cubicle with my name plate already afixed outside!  (And a real desk with an actual drawer!  This is the big time FOR SURE!)  The first week(s) will consist of getting lost in the building, reading and asking dumb questions.

 

Our stuff should arrive here soon, so then we can start getting back to "regular" life.  (aka: life with constant internet access)

Update from the Road

This is a total psych-out blog post. I wrote this like a week ago! We're still driving across the country. I totally fooled all of you! Ha ha!

Incommunicado

96% of our stuff is all packed up. At this point we have beds and a computer. Obviously these are the things we can't live without. Chairs, dishes, food. Meh. Who needs 'em.

Once we tear this thing apart tomorrow we will have very sparse internet access for about 2 weeks, give or take. The rough outline has us pulling out of here Sunday morning. We plan to make stops in Canon City to see my sister, Kansas City to see multiple old friends, Omaha to look at houses and cemeteries (a Blockburger vacation standby), Nauvoo and then finally Michigan. Provided no one goes insane along the trip, we will be in Midland in time for the ward Trunk or Treat on the 30th.

By the way, I know of a great home for sale in St. George, if you know anyone looking to over pay for some property!

Marathon

It's been 2 1/2 weeks since the St. George Marathon. And now that its receded a bit into my memory, it almost seems like a story, not like something I actually did. But, I did it. Here's a recap of the day:

Got up about 4am. Brian (and family) stayed at our house and Chet (and dad) came to pick us up at 4:45. We headed into town to get on a school bus to take us to the starting line. I was 1st! (on the bus). Never forget that folks: I was the very first in the entire marathon to get on that particular bus. The starting line was packed with people. Not surprising since there were 7500 of us. They had food (I had some banana) and music and big fires. The fires were ok, but not super necessary, as it wasn't that cold, even at 5200 ft at 5:30am. This was a theme that would build throughout the day. We packed into the masses for the start. Just behind us were 2 guys running the first of 2 marathons in 2 days. Just in front of us was a woman with a prosthetic leg from about the knee down. It took 5 1/2 minutes from the gun for us to get to the starting line.

The first few miles were very crowded, and very normal. An interesting phenomenon is that when you are running with that many people, it is kinda stinky. 7500 sweating bodies spreading out along the course. With the fastest running doing about 5 minute miles, and the slowest runners doing about 15 minute miles, the pack stretches out quickly. About 2 miles in my friend Luke suddenly appeared next to me, which was very nice. (Particularly since my regular running buddy ditched me at about mile 7.) (To be fair, he did end up beating me by about 20 minutes, so I can't blame him too much. I expected him to beat me, but figured we would stick together until 15 or 20 miles, and then he would get about 5-10 minutes on me over the last half dozen miles.) Luke and I stuck together until about mile 20.

After so many Saturdays running all summer long, and doing a number of them on the course, it kinda just felt like a regular Saturday morning run, only about 7300 extra people showed up. I hit the half way mark at 1:59, which was essentially where I wanted to be. They have people with balloons and signs that run at a designated pace to help you out. The 4:00 guy "balloon boy" as we called him was safely a few hundred yards behind us for much of the first 2.5 hours of the race. If only it would stay that way. . . .

Turns out, it was warm. St. George experienced some triple digit days around the 1st of October this year. While it wasn't that hot at 8 in the morning, it was still too hot for running. As things heat up, everyone slows down. Balloon boy caught up around mile 18 or 19, and officially dropped me at about mile 20. Also, there is a stretch of road here in Southern Utah that hates me. On the marathon course, it is the stretch from mile 20 to 23. It is the steepest downhill, mixed with short uphill. Oh, and you've been running for 3 hours when you get there. And it was hot. Luckily, at this point the aid stations were every mile. My routine was: 1 cup of water on my head, followed by 1 cup of gatorade to drink, followed by 1 cup of water mixed between my head and drinking. I slowed down a lot during that stretch. I only stopped moving forward once, which was to stretch for 30 seconds or a minute.

I'll admit that there was a nagging though in the back of my head that I could stop at any aid station or ambulance along the way and just say "I'm done". And it would all be over. I can't say it was some sort of supreme victory of will that kept me going, but it was just what you do. You keep running. More than anything else, that's what marathon training is. You train yourself to just keep going, hour after hour.

The extreme hydration routine actually made me start feeling better, and the last 3 miles went better than the 3 proceeding them. The last 3 miles is also where there are actually people along the course. The bibs all have the runners first name on them, so it was interesting when people would call out my name to encourage me. The last 3 miles were a very interesting experience. Exhaustion. In every conceivable way. Muscles tightening up, brain shutting down, people cheering you on, and still nothing to do but to keep running.

I hit 25.2 miles right at 4 hours according to my watch, so I told myself that surely I could do just one more 10 minute mile. On through downtown St. George I went. I passed quite a few people over the last couple of miles. (Mostly those who had passed me half an hour before, I think.) In the end, I finished in 4:10:00. (That's 2585th place, out of 5694 finishers and about 7400 starters.) 26.2 miles at 9:32 per mile.

Turns out, it was the hottest St George Marathon ever. I'm not sure that anyone beat their expectation for the day. You'll have to quiz others about my state immediately after finishing. I was too exhausted to think or remember much. Physically, I did pretty well though. I could walk around reasonably well later that day, and could certainly move better than Brian the next day. For the next 10 days or so any time I took even a few steps running, I could feel it in my knees. It was over 6 miles further than I had ever run before in my life.

So, that was my marathon. Will I ever do another? I'm not sure. For now, I'm happy with a few weeks "off" where all I have done is quit a job, pack a house, plan a move and now I get to drive across the country.

DW

Well, today was the day that I finally met my identical name twin. "How can that be?" You must be wondering, since I have the most unique name in the world. Well, I met David Wilson at church today. Other than the name, we didn't seem much alike, but we only spoke for a moment.

Beyond Bro Wilson, church was great. Lots of people came to introduce themselves and we even got a dinner invitation. I met another Hillcrest graduate (who knew my sister Melissa) and lots of Utahns. (Not that surprising). Now we just need a place to live.

And just so you don't think I've forgotten, I do intend to blog about the marathon and the last days at Sylarus. I just don't know when I will get around to it.

Santinental Breakfast

We are in Midland (Michigan) today looking around town. We went to get breakfast and we discovered Santas. Everywhere. There were like 15 Santas sitting around eating and talking. Evidently the Santa school in town is in session this week.

The Time Has Come

This summer I've run over 370 miles. It's been hot, long, sweaty, painful, beautiful, fun and tiring. And it's all been in preparation for this Saturday. 370 miles down. 26.2 miles to go.

Crazy Lives -- Crazy Phones

We're moving. Which means we have 8 million things to do. I'm falling behind on about 2 million of those things right now just by writing this blog post.

One of the results of our move is that my phone number will change. (My work pays for the phone, and something tells me that once I no longer work there, they won't want to pay the cell phone bill anymore.) While my phone won't work anymore (or might possibly be given to someone else at work), Shannon's still will. My number is a 435 number, so don't try and use that one after Oct 7th. Keep using Shannon's 801 number. If you have any more questions, send an email or leave a comment and we'll make sure you know how to contact us.

Onward and Eastward

Shannon broke the news on Facebook already, but if you haven't heard yet:

WE ARE MOVING! TO MICHIGAN!!!!!

I have a new job out there, and it is time for us to say farewell to St. George. We'll miss a lot of things here, but we're excited for a new adventure, a new job and everything else that goes along with it.

We'll be heading out there in late October, and I'll start work on Nov 1st.

To help get everyone excited, we've got this musical selection:

BYU's football team is not very good. This much is obvious.

There are a few reasons for optimism:

Our 3 losses are all to teams that are fringe top-25 teams. Nevada, FSU and AF have all been ranked, or were within a few votes of being ranked this year. AF gave OU everything they could handle. Nevada is 4-0 for the first time as a FBS team. Sagarin has BYU's schedule as the 4th toughest in the nation thus far.

The schedule gets much easier from here. Utah State is improved, but still beatable. Then SDSU at home, TCU (who we never had a shot at beating anyway), and then Wyoming, UNLV, CSU and UNM (3 of which are at home). So that's 6 winnable games out of the next 7. We picked the right year to travel to TCU and Utah, because the home field advantage probably wouldn't have been enough to matter anyway.

With Heaps getting all the practice snaps, and all the game time snaps, maybe the team can improve over time.

But here is the thing that worries me:

Against Nevada, BYU was +2 on turnovers committing none themselves. BYU had only 1 penalty for 5 yards. No missed field goals. And yet, BYU was never in danger to win the game. This wasn't a game where you could sit back afterwards and point to a bad call, or a bad bounce, or bad luck as the turning point of the game. This is who they are. This is apparently the talent (or lack thereof) the team has. And there just isn't much there.

Fish Ponds

Its official. I am now a champion racer. I am the absolute fastest person in the whole world. Well, the fastest member of my stake. At the 5k distance. That wasn't out of town this weekend. That chose to get up and run the stake 5k this morning. That wasn't pushing a stroller with 2 kids in it.

But still, I WON!

I suppose it is just a trick to find a race with sufficiently few racers to increase the odds of winning.

The race was rather interesting for another reason, too. It was so short that I had to get in more running today, so it's the first time that I've ever gone running to the start line of a race. All told, I did about a mile to the start line, then the 5k, then back to the mid point with a friend to pick up his car there, and then another mile back home.

1 more week to the marathon. I'm getting pretty excited, and pretty anxious. Wish me luck.

Family Home Business

At our house, we don't have Family Home Evening, we have Family Home Business.  According to Julia, at least.  I guess she picked up on the fact that at the beginning we have announcements, and then we have business.  I suggested this once years ago, modeling the beginning of sacrament meeting where there are announcements before the opening prayer/hymn and then ward business afterward.  Just to clarify, no, I don't know what sort of Family Business one would expect to be coming up on a weekly basis.  Not a lot of sustainings and releases going on in our family.  But out of tradition, we call for family business every week, so Julia has renamed the whole evening.

Tonight, she picked up the FHE/FHB lesson manual (which is the nursery lesson manual) which was opened to the lesson on scriptures and said "Today, we're talking about candles and fire".  You see, up at the top there is a picture of scriptures open on a table which happens to have a candle on it.  So clearly, the lesson is about candles.  Any time she start into a lesson or presentation of any sort it begins with "Today we're talking about ________".  Not sure where she picked this up, but it sure is funny.

Baffling Conversations with a 2 Year-Old

Me: "Julia, do you want pizza for dinner?"  (Yeah, because we're awesome parents who feed their children only the most wholesome foods.)

Julia: "No, I don't like pizza."

Me: "What do you want for dinner then?"

Julia: "I want sweet potatoes."

Sweet potatoes?  Really!?!?  I mean, they're good and all, but since when does a kid turn down pizza and ask for sweet potatoes.  I think she's only had them once or twice in her life.  And she didn't seem to enjoy them all that much then.

Running is boring

to blog about.

No one wants to hear about work, which leaves me to blog about my spare time.  A lot of that gets taken up with running right now, and I'm just not sure how to write about it to make it interesting.  "Today I ran X miles in Y time.  It was tiring."  Rinse.  Repeat.  For the record, I don't find running itself boring.  I do the longer runs with a group of people, so there is generally someone to talk to (unless they ditch me for the last 4 miles like they did on Saturday).  And we tend to bump into someone new each week to provide a little variety.  On the last two long runs I've spent a mile or two with someone I've never met before until someone's pace finally separates us.  And for my regular running buddy, we talk about sports, politics, religion and the latest work gossip.  The scenery is nice, too.  Our runs start early in the morning and out in the middle of nowhere (Veyo) so there are plenty of stars to enjoy, and then we get sunrise and Snow Canyon.  After that I'm too tired to pay attention to anything but moving my feet forward.  Again, great to experience.  Boring to blog about.  So, you'll just have to take my word for it.

26.2 to go (er, 23 that is)

If I were on top of things, I would have written this blog post about 5 days ago. You know, when it really was 26.2 days before the marathon. But, maybe it's fitting, since this probably describes my whole marathon training process: almost what it should be.

In the last 4 months, I've run about 315 miles, which sounds really impressive, but is probably about 2/3 of what it should be. I'll be relying on my dormant Kenyan genes to pull me through. My longest run thus far is 20 miles, and I'll be doing something around that distance this Saturday. It could be as many as 21, which would then be the longest before actually doing the marathon. I keep trying to remind myself that the whole point of the first marathon is just to finish. And the slower you go, the easier it will be to put up a new PR the next time! (If there is a next time. I'm not completely convinced there will be.)

FHE

Family Home Evening tonight was about temples. That is, it was about temples until it got hijacked.

"What is this a picture of?"

"A temple!"

"What is a temple?"

"Let's get ready for Halloween!"

"The temple is the House of the Lord"

"Can you do 'candy, candy, candy, candy'?" [I think this is a Garfield reference.]

"Because of temples our family can be together forever"

"We need costumes! And candy!"

Sometimes, when you think your kids aren't listening, they really are, and they're learning from you. Other times, they're just thinking about Halloween.

Carolina Chocolate Drops

I was first introduced to the Carolina Chocolate Drops around 6 months ago, and every now and then they pop back into my brain. I thin what I find most appealing about their music is how simple and genuine it feels. Maybe we forget sometimes that music can be created just about anywhere. Recording studios and mixing boards are not required. No re-mastering, no mixing, no reverb, no laying tracks. Just music, without all that other stuff in the way.

I don't get to play the piano very often these days; someone either needs to be held and played with, or is taking a nap. But when I do have a minute, as often as not I just sit down and start hitting keys and see what comes out. I'm never quite sure what sounds I'll find. I'm not saying it's particularly good, but its a few moments of pure creation, which isn't something that is a regular part of my day. And that's what the Carolina Chocolate Drops feel like to me. A banjo, a violin, a guitar, a kazoo, a jug. Music.

Whatever doesn't kill you . . .

Is supposed to make you stronger.

Does this therefore imply that the closer you get to death, the stronger you become?

If so, I am going to be super strong now. 20 miles in 3:10. Oh and I can barely move now. Every muscle and joint I am aware of in my legs hurt.

More tubes

We watched this movie recently. More than once, I think.

youtube

Lets marvel at the world we live in for a minute. The World Bank estimates that by 2008 there were over 1.5 billion internet users. Extrapolating from their data, we should be around 2 billion in 2010. And anyone who has spent any time at all on the internet knows that there are 10,000 morons out there for every person doing something interesting. (Hmmm .. . . lets make another category and say that there are an additional 10,000 people who are doing things that most people really don't care about (like this blog), which allows me to not fall in the moron category.) So, that gives us 1 in 20,000 that is doing something interesting. Which leaves 100,000 people doing awesome stuff on the internet. That is an amazing pool of talent. (The trick is weeding out the 10,000 morons.) So, here is a video of something that I never thought possible. I never would have thought about it period.

Yes, I just associated that video with the words "interesting" "amazing" and "talent". Yes, that was a dippy looking kid rocking out some Vivaldi on his accordion. Yes, I'll admit that I've wanted an accordion for a long time. Yes, I'm a dork.

Poopy Diapers

Because that is what parents blog about.

Ella is now 6 weeks and a day old.  I think I've changed 1 poopy diaper.  It's not that I'm a bad parent, it's that she never poops!

Seriously, she only poops like twice a week.  If they both happen while I'm at work, what can I do about it?  (The doctor says that breast-fed babies can poop 7 times a day, or once every 7 days.  As long as she is happy, the Dr isn't too concerned.)  (I'm always amazed at the stuff doctors don't even blink an eye about.  "Your 2 week old baby hasn't pooped in 4 days?  Well, once it's been a week, then I guess you could bring her in.")

Stanley

Maybe my sisters can provide some insight here.  My childhood is filled with memories of Stanley Fudge Cookies.  (I have no idea where the Stanley part comes from.)  They are made from sugar, butter, oats, milk, and cocoa.  Maybe there is another minor ingredient in there, but those are the basic ones.  Melt the butter, mix in the sugar and cocoa (and milk?).  Then mix in the oats.  Stick them on some wax paper on cookie sheets and toss them in the refrigerator.  Once they set up a bit, eat!

But the issue is that whole "setting up" part.  My childhood memories are of cookies that come off the wax paper nicely and have some internal cohesion.  You could break them in half.  But these days, we seem to end up with puddles of viscus goo.  They still taste excellent, but they don't seem to solidify.  What is going wrong?  Is this yet another social blight I can blame upon the deterioration of margarine in America?  Do we need to work on our stirring techniques?  Ideas?

Running

I haven't mentioned my recent running escapades much. Maybe for fear that, like past attempts to get back in to running, it would go out with a whimper after a few weeks. Maybe because it's fun to casually throw in statements like this:

Gosh, I'm tired today. Maybe it's because I ran 16 miles yesterday.

And those statements work better when the other person is unsuspecting. In March I ran the Rex Lee Run as always (at perhaps my worst time yet for the race) and our stake had a not-quite-5K race in April. Then, somewhere around the first of May, under the influence of a few friends, I did something stupid. I signed up for the St. George Marathon. As a Washington County resident, I'm guaranteed a spot in the race. So, I've been running ever since. In the last 3 months I've run 215 miles. And spent somewhere north of 30 hours doing. Once you add in the stretching time, the cool down time, and the lying-prostrate-on-the-grass-in-a-state-of-exhaustion time, that number grows quite a bit. So, it's finally time to start blogging about what I've been doing with myself.

I've been quite surprised, really, at how easily I've been able to run longer distances. (So either I'm awesome, or I had expected it to be much harder than it really is.) Before this year I had never run further than about 7 miles. I hadn't run more than 3.1 miles in several years. Now I've topped 10 miles 7 times. As expected, the hardest part is just getting out the door in the morning. (Oh, and the heat. Let's not forget that.)

Today we ran from Veyo to St. George which is part of the marathon course. There was a head wind most of the way, and it was cloudy, so we traded heat for humidity. The first 14 miles went really well, and the last 2 seemed to have way more hills than I remember. Felt like it took forever. But I made it. 63 days until the marathon.

Butter

Time for a whole blog post about butter.

First off, when I was a kid, "butter" meant anything that came in stick form and was used for cooking.  "Margarine" was whatever came in the tubs that was used for "buttering" toast or other things.  (At least, that's what I remember.)  I recognize that it was all margarine, but that's what we tended to call it.  (I now live in fear that my sisters will all comment and refute this claim.)

My other memory of butter is that back in the day, it was a solid.  Our tubs of blue bonnet margarine could sit on the counter for hours and it was fine.  It softened up a bit and was easier to spread around, but it was still solid.  These days, not so much.  The various brands we've purchased over the years (personal favorites: "A Change for the Butter" and "Butter It's Not") are all very similar.  They are very, very soft.  Even right out of the refrigerator they are quite soft and easy to move around anywhere.  But if you leave them out for more than a few minutes (particularly on a hot St. George day) look out!  They melt and get very soft.  It just starts soaking into your dinner roll.  And by the end of dinner, it's turning liquid and separating.  And once that happens, it's just yucky.  It never quite solidifies up the same.

I suspect that the problem is caused by the progressive move away from anything that is partially-hydrogenated, or mono-unsaturated.  The world is so afraid of certain types of fat, that we've switched to butter substitutes that don't have them.  End result: runny butter.  I just want my regular Blue Bonnet back from 20 years ago.  Something soft enough to spread even when right out of the refrigerator, yet firm enough to be identifiable as a solid.  At the rate things are going, I'll just be squirting some vegetable oil on my toast in another decade.

(Oh wait, we already have that, it's "I Can't Believe it's Not Butter Spray")

The Pink Stick

We went swimming tonight with my family who is in town. One of my sisters had some sticks that sink to the bottom of the pool for diving fun and Julia was playing with the pink one. She still had it when we left the pool, but it vanished by the time we reached the hotel room. We searched the pool area, the halls, the rooms and both elevators. We even checked to see if someone turned it in at the front desk. But no pink stick.

So now it is 10:30 at night and Julia woke up sobbing. After 5 minutes she finally managed to get out the she wants the pink stick. 15 minutes of crying so far. All this over a pink stick.

This is why we can never have pets.

Ella Update

No pictures today, because while our baby is adorable, any possible square inch of our house that might appear in the background would be unsuitable for others to view.

There are so many little things that are so easy to forget when you don't have a little baby.  So, I'm making a list.  For those who remember some that I've forgotten, feel free to add on.

1: They tend to come out all mixed up between day and night.  So what few hours a day Ella does spend awake tend to be at 3am.

2: Somehow, they can tell the difference between walking and anything else.  I have never found any bouncing, swaying, rocking or swinging motion that is a successful imitation of walking.  So while Ella is awake at 3am, she wants me walking (stumbling), and simply won't stand for anything less.

3: Babies are so little.  They roughly triple their weight in the first year.  Even tiny little PJs are just so big on her.

4: Babies are yellow.  Well, at least my babies are.  As with Julia we were back doing another Bilirubin test.  Whereas Julia's was low enough that they were satisfied, for Ella we will be going back tomorrow so they can siphon yet more blood from her feet.  So, she is kinda yellow.  Of course, any pigment added to the naturally white pallet she inherited from her parents would be expected to show up pretty well.

5: Beware the post birth hormones.  (In mom, not the baby.)  I'll be ok posting this because Shannon recognizes that she's kinda all over the place the last few days, crying every time a hat drops.

All in all, things are going reasonably well though.  Julia is always super excited to do anything to help out baby Bing.  Yeah, she primarily calls her Bing still, and we aren't fighting that.  She at least doesn't object to us calling her Ella, and will sometimes call her Ella, too.  She said today that she was waiting for Ella to say "binkies, binkies, binkies" and then she would bring her binkies.  All day long she is fetching burp clothes, diapers, toys and blankets, whether we've asked her to or not.  And she loves to hold her little sister (though her attention span for that is only a minute or two).  It's all really quite adorable.

Ella Joy

We present to the world

Ella Joy Blockburger

Everyone wants updates on the baby, but other than finally having a name, there isn't a whole lot to say. She's got a cute hat, which is covering up her blonde hair. Some people have still tried telling us there is some red in there, but we're too smart to fall for that trick twice. If anything, it is just her red scalp shining through. She doesn't cry much, and seems to be eating and pooping about on schedule. Julia bounces back and forth between being excited and nervous. She really wants everyone to come home, but woke up this morning saying "I don't want to be a big sister" and "I don't want to hold any babies."

Pictures of Baby "Bing"

I'm not sure how, but the blog post pronouncing the birth "baby!" somehow passed up the previous entry. I can see how that could be confusing. It's a good indication of how quickly everything happened. We can tell stories about it later. I know that everyone wants pictures.

We are now a family of four. We had to take a break so everyone could eat, because I'm the only one who had eaten more than toast today. The hospital meal was tasty.

Our little girl looks great. She seems to have long fingers, but not long eyelashes. (We can't remember if Julia had long eyelashes birth. She sure has them now.) She had her first bath, so we can say that her hair isn't obviously red. It looks mostly blonde, but who knows on that front. She's had a go at eating, which worked reasonably well, I think.

Shannon is doing great. They are keeping us in the labor/delivery room, possibly over night. As long as she is here, they can have her heart monitor beamed over to the other hospital campus in town (babies in St. George are all born in the "old hospital") where someone continuously monitors the heart patients. Julia will be coming over soon to say hi.

The pediatrician just got here to check her out. Things look ok, except for that nasty tar spill that seems to have happened in her diaper.

19.5 inches. 7lbs 6oz.

4:10pm -- She's got the shakes and is going to try the first push just to see what it's like. Contractions are certainly more substantial in the last 5 minutes.

The nurse is very confident that there will be a baby before she gets off her shift at 6pm. And that was before the last 5 minutes. So, things look very promising. And the blogging may get fast and furious. Right up until the point that it stops completely because I've got more important things to do!

baby!

Baby Bing still doesn't have a definite name yet. Her middle name is almost 100% decided, but not her first name. The nurses just asked, and Shannon told them the top three names, and mentioned that she has eliminated the rest that we had still been considering have been eliminated. So I guess we're down to the final 3. I'm certain that we'll be waiting for her to be born before picking anything. It will probably be sometime tonight.

3:57pm -- Shannon is at an 8/9. I guess she gets up to 9cm during contractions, but backs off to more like an 8 when the contraction ends. Things are getting a bit bloodier, so I don't look much. (Don't worry folks, I stay firmly planted on the couch they have for me.)

The doctor was just in here to check on things. Whatever hand/elbow/whatever might have been up by her head earlier is no longer there. The doctor said that her cervix may have torn slightly, but that doesn't seem to be a big deal. (Of course, I've never heard him talk like anything was a big deal.) Shannon is now on oxygen. The baby isn't quite facing the right direction yet, so they pitched Shannon up on her side to try to get her to rotate a bit more. (Her head is down, don't worry folks. But we want her facing backwards, not sideways or something weird.)

I still have a very hard time fathoming 10cm of dilation. At work we make wafers that are very precisely 10cm in diameter, so I have a very good idea of just what size that is. Wow.

We appreciate all the comments and good thoughts from everybody.

3:28pm -- Slow and steady. Cervix is at about 8cm. Evidently Bing has a hand up by her head. She clearly isn't going to get out that way. (or it might just be an ear) Things down there are now "super stretchy" according to the nurse. I guess you're supposed to go about 1cm per hour, so we're in that general ball park. Shannon remains mostly comfortable, other than being hungry. There is some bleeding, but I suppose that's normal. Last time Shannon had the shakes, and threw up a few times and was generally more unhappy. So things are much improved this time.b

2:19pm -- Nothing real major going on. Nap time for Shannon, internet time for me. We've already played Phase 10 (a labor tradition for our family!) and done the crosswords from the Sunday paper. I'm munching on the snacks I brought and looking for a good time on the interwebs. It'll be a handful of hours yet.

12:32pm -- And, her water is broken. I now see how we missed this last time, as it was pretty darn boring. Maybe if she wasn't numb it would have been more eventful. Dr Fagnant checked things out and put her at 4cm and still 80% effaced. His exact words were, "Not as stretchy as I'd hoped." He says we've still got a ways to go. Pitocin will very soon be increased to 30 mL/hr. Clark remains chilly. Shannon feels warm. I'm munching on granola bars, Shannon gets ice and suckers! Julia seems to be having a good day with the Martinsens.

Note to self: Next time, bring a jacket. Or wear long pants. It's cold in here.

Dr. Fagnant is in surgery for another 45 minutes or so, at which point he will come break the water. In the mean time we're just hanging out.

11:43am -- Dilation is at 4+ cm.

11:35 -- Epidural is in. I didn't watch, but things seemed to go well. Not real sure how the contractions are going now, because they are a lot easier for Shannon to ignore now.

Next up is a catheter, and then a check of how things are going. Then we'll have to get the doctor in here at some point to break her water. Its funny that we have no idea when her water broke last time, because it was in the middle of the night and we were both partially asleep.

We're on to the Food Network on TV. This all seems somewhat less exciting than last time.

Oh, and now the catheter is going on right now. I'll just keep typing and not pay too close of attention.

10:25am - Pitocin is up to 16mL/hr. Saline is steady at 125mL/hr. We are nearing prep-time for the epidural. Normally when you go have a baby (from what I hear) they pump you full of fluids when you arrive, and then can do the epidural any time they want. In Shannon's case, lots of extra fluid means extra work for her heart, so they don't do that. They do however need to give her a bit of fluid before doing the epidural (which can cause drops in blood pressure). The real impact of this is that they have to give her the extra fluid 30 minutes before they can do the epidural, so we have to plan ahead. Contractions are about 2 minutes apart. Shannon's heart rate drops during the contractions, the baby's is pretty constant.

Shannon now updates me that she's gonna do one more contraction and then hit the button for the nurse to start the epidural clock. She is now dilated to 4cm.

As for how I'm doing, I'm kinda hungry, and we're watching GSN, because the hospital has cable!

We arrived at the hospital around 6:20. First, they hooked Shannon up to every monitor they could think of. They've got her heart monitor hooked up, and are beaming the signal over to the other hospital. Evidently there are people over there who sit around all day and watch everyone's signals. So, I guess if her heart stops or something, they call over here and let us know. Then there was the mundane urine sample, blood samples, medical history questions, weighing, blood pressureing and everything else. (It was fun when they set up the machine and then it took Shannon's blood pressure 7 times in a row.)

At about 8:00 they started the IV with pitocin (oxytocin) which should get things going. She is currently dilated to a 2+ and is 80% effaced. The monitors are showing regular contractions every few minutes that last a minute or two. Pretty much there are plenty of graphs around to keep me entertained.

We have heard the call

And are heading for the hospital at 6:00. Shannon may have slept last night. I'm not quite sure.

Late to bed and early to rise

Makes a man stupid and blind in the eyes.

Heading to bed assuming that we will get a phone call early in the morning inviting us to have a baby. Our bags are packed, and all that's left is for Shannon to keep fretting over everything. Julia is at a friends house for the night. Our entire ward has been very generous to offer us more help than we can figure out how to accept. I know I will sleep ok tonight, let's hope Shannon can, too.

Overheard

We were at IHOP last night and got to hear this from the table next to us:

Customer: "Do you have any Russian dressings?"
Waitress: "No we don't. This is IHOP."

Um, remind me what that 'I' stands for again?

Baby Planning

Turns out, we haven't done much of it.  And the baby is somewhere around 48 hours away.  Time to get cracking!

Today we:

 - got the desk out of Bing's room and into the garage.  It's listed on Craigslist, and we think someone should buy it.

 - moved Bing's dresser into location and loaded it up with clothes.  Not as good as our other Ikea dresser, but sadly there isn't one within 4 hours of us.

 - vacuumed.  Turns out it still works after all this time!

 - dusted

 - re-discovered the floor in our house.  (obviously a pre-requisite for the vacuuming.)

 - did the dishes.

 - bathed Julia

Pretty much the theme here is finding things we haven't seen in much to long a time.  (floors, counters, Julia's natural skin color, etc.)

And it's not even NOON!  (plus, I went and attempted to run much, much further than my body wanted to this morning.)

So, we're feeling reasonably prepared, though we are still undecided on a name.  It's proving more difficult than last time, and I haven't been much help.  So far my best idea is to name the next one Julia, too.  (or maybe Julia Two?)  But I'm sure we'll come up with something. 

Finally, don't forget the live baby blogging to start early Monday morning (probably).

Baby Live Blogging!

My blog has been around for a few years, but I think about 50% of all traffic and comments over that time came during one 36 hour period in April of 2008.  Well, we here at Bethletard want to do whatever it takes to increase viewership, and apparently what the people want is more babies.  With then end in mind, we're having another baby, who is currently scheduled to be induced on Monday, July 12th.  So get ready to hit the refresh button folks, because Bethletard Baby Live Blogging is back!

Of course, that baby could come earlier, but at the very latest labor should be induced early Monday.  (We're praying for early, so we can avoid another 5:30am thing like last time.  I explained to the doctor that it probably cost me a half dozen comments at least.)

This post is also serving as a test of the Email Blogging System.  (To go with the previous Text Messaging Blogging System.)  We're getting more technologically advanced with each kid!

This is a test of the text messaging blogging system. This is only a test. If this were an actual blog post, I'd have a better joke than this one. Thank you.

Julia

Tonight at dinner Julia shut her eyes tight and said, "I'm hiding behind my eyes."

Yesterday Julia got to jump on a trampoline for the first time ever. How would you know which kid out there was her? She was the one hopping around saying "Sauté, sauté, sauté".

Tonight's prayer: "Bless us to go to Wal*Mart to see the fish that sucks on the glass."

Intestinal Fortitude

Shannon has a stomach with a strength comparable to paper. So, when things are functioning well, her stomach can be represented as a house of cards:

Then, when things go terribly wrong, the house of cards falls apart. Sure there is a mess to clean up, but it looks kinda like this:

I, on the other hand, have a stomach built like steel:

The downside here, is that when a steel bridge fails, the results are a little more impressive than that pile of playing cards:

The moral of the story here? It's no fun to spend a few hours in the middle of the night sitting on the bathroom floor waiting for your body to finally just go ahead and let the "bridge" collapse. And when it does finally go, it might just wake up the neighbors. (Assuming, of course, that the neighbors stinkin' dog is also up all night making an obnoxious din.)

Harry Potter

What if Harry Potter were a scientist?

At it's most basic level, being a scientist doesn't imply and special knowledge about physics or biology or geology, (or computers, but I've never really understood how that was a science). Being a scientist means studying the universe in a methodical, fact based way. It's looking for laws that define how the universe operates that then allow us to make predictions on future events. Anyway, someone out there has re-written Harry Potter with Harry as a rational scientist. I find it entertaining at least.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5782108/1/Harry_Potter_and_the_Methods_of_Rationality

Baby Juice

The other day, Julia started asking for "baby juice". This isn't the first time she's come up with a name for something that has left us completely baffled. What on earth is Baby Juice? (Surely she doesn't want juice made from babies!)

When we asked her to show us what she wanted, she went right to the refrigerator and asked me to open it, which I did. "Do you see it in here?" I asked. "Baby Juice!" she said, pointing to the top shelf. And there it was, the only thing on the top shelf that she doesn't know the correct name for:

A week or two ago, Shannon bought a 2 liter bottle of root beer, something we don't normally have around the house. Julia found it in the pantry and was carrying it around the house, so I asked her if it was her baby. We wrapped it up in a blanket and rocked it for a bit and had a good laugh. 10 days later when she wanted it, how else was she supposed to describe it? It was sweet like Juice and you play with it like it's a Baby. It's "Baby Juice"!

Rain rain go away

It rained overnight in St. George. Normally, I love rain. It makes things cooler and cleaner. It sounds nice. It can be fun to watch. But this morning, I was laying in bed at about 5am listening to the rain and wishing it would stop. Why? Because it's watering the weeds!

We've spent a lot of time in the last 2 weeks trying to get rid of weeds. They're everywhere. They grow so fast. We've been ripping them out, whacking them, mowing them, spraying them and just about anything else we can think of. And now they just got another batch of water over night. They'll be 4 feet tall again by tomorrow. Grrrr.

P.S. You really don't need to use P.S. anymore

I tend to write in a very conversational style, which can be difficult and confusing at times. And when I write emails, I commonly put things in after my "signature" as a post script. We're all familiar with "P.S." and it's usage. It really comes from the Latin "post scriptum" meaning "written after" which you probably could have guessed if you didn't already know. But, if you think about it, the internet age has eliminated the need for post scripts.

If you were writing someone a letter a zillion years ago, or even typing someone a letter a few decades ago, you could easily conclude your letter, sign it, and then remember one more tidbit that you wanted to include. The only logical way to do it was with a p.s. at the end. No one wants to re-write a whole page just to insert a small paragraph. But these days, who writes? In the amount of time it takes to type "p.s." you could scroll up into the body of your letter/email and put your additional comments in the body of your text and no one need know that you only added it at the end. And yet, I still use it. Many others undoubtedly use it as well.

But, I suppose it's a good thing, because if we ever quit using it all together, our children or grandchildren would read some old book (Austen's characters always seem to be writing letters to each other) and encounter a mysterious "p.s." at the end of a letter and end up all confused.

Handed items

Handedness has been an interest of mine for many years. The majority of people are right-handed. I am left-handed. Neither of these things are anybody's fault. Likewise, no one is to blame for the fact that a great many objects are right-handed. In some cases, poor design leaves things very awkward to use for a lefty, when some better engineering could yield a more ambidextrous item. A computer mouse, for example, can be designed to be symmetrical allowing for use with either hand. Or, it can be very "form fitting". That fancy right-handed mouse is ok if you're going to use it in your own home, but please don't stock a whole computer lab with right-handed mice! (Note: I use a mouse with my right hand, as a majority of lefties do. This is because most of us don't want to have to rearrange every computer we ever sit at. Additionally, the most common windows shortcuts are left handed (select all, cut, copy, paste, save), so using the mouse with your right hand can speed up many processes. (What about on a Mac? Seems like that funky "apple" button is on the left.)

Other times, there is simply no way around it. There are many things that fall into this category, like screws. Yes folks, screws are right-handed. In general, putting a screw into something (a wood board, for instance) is harder than taking it out. Putting a screw in means twisting to the right, which for a righty means twisting your arm "out" (Shannon would know the technical term for this direction of twisting). Twisting in this direction is a much more powerful move than twisting "in". Try it. Even if you're just turning an imaginary screw driver. Twisting "in" makes your elbow poke out weird, and anything that makes your elbow poke out weird is probably not a very strong move. For lefties though, we're forced to drive screws with that awkward elbow poke. We're much better at taking screws out. That's where our power lies. But, a screw has to be either right handed or left handed. It just wouldn't work otherwise. So it might as well benefit the greatest number of people. (For the engineers out there: can you design an ambidextrous screw?)

I'm always on the lookout for items that are handed (either right or left). And they crop up in places that you wouldn't expect. The one I've discovered (or maybe just been reminded of) lately is zippers. About 2 months ago, my right thumb nail underwent some unknown trauma. I really have no idea what happened to it, but it seems to have died and then restarted. So, for the last few weeks, I've had tattered ends of half a nail on my right thumb. It's a bit tender, and I notice when I have to use it. And zippers on pants are all right handed. BUT, all this time in the bathroom thinking about handedness has made me realize that toilets are generally LEFT handed. Apparently people don't want to zip up their pants with the same hand they just flushed with.

Good thing we have Google

Because if we didn't have Google, some questions would just have to go unanswered.

For instance, let's say you were thinking to yourself: "Where can I learn more about 'fast mathlong on.comcom'?" Now, I can't say why you would ever be thinking that to yourself. You're the one thinking it, that's your problem. But if you were thinking that, you could turn to Google to help you out with all of your fast mathlong on.comcom problems. You'd type in "fast mathlong on.comcom" into Google and it would let you know that the third best place into the whole internet to find out about fast mathlong on.comcom is . . . . THIS BLOG!

That's right folks, I am a leading world authority on fast mathlong on.comcom. The third hit from Google on the topic is this post of mine from two years ago.

inFAQ

One of my faithful readers asks: "Did you quit blogging because everyone else did, too?"

Well, here at Bethletard Blogs, we care about our reader(s), so I'm here to answer the question.

Answer: No. I did pretty much quit blogging, but not just to fit in with the rest of the quit-blogging crowd. I'm my own man. I quit blogging because:

- December, January and the first part of February were a pukey ordeal at our house.

- January, February, March and the immediate future have been a worky ordeal at work. I've been working a lot more, at home a lot less, and blogging time has been hit hard. As has cleaning time, playing with Julia time, and just about everything else. The most discouraging part is that many days I get up and leave for work before anyone else is up, and then I get home an hour before Julia goes to bed. And even with all the work, it doesn't feel like much is getting done at work. But I'd like to get off that topic now.

This weekend we went up to the Wasatch front to do the Rex Lee Run. As I haven't been running (or exercising in any other way. remember that bit about working too much?) it was an accomplishment that I finished, didn't die and never had to stop and walk. The race results aren't up yet, but my watch put me at about 27:30. We barely got there before the race started, so we were way in the back. That isn't a huge problem because each runner has a chip on their shoe to individually track their time. I didn't cross the start line until several minutes after the race had started. But that means I did get to spend the first mile weaving amid the slower runners. I probably passed up about 1,000 people! So, at least I got to feel like I was really, really fast when in reality, I never even saw the fastest third of the field. Shannon walked the 5k with her mom and pushed Julia in the stroller. Shannon's dad also ran the 5k.

We've been doing the Rex Lee Run for a long time now and have quite the collection of t-shirts. So last year I started a new tradition which frankly isn't getting the attention that it should be. Those familiar with the run know that the t-shirts are almost the same every year, generally only changing the color scheme. But I've got enough shirts now that whatever color they pick, I already have a shirt of that color. Last year they did orange, so I wore the orange shirt from 2001(?). This year was blue, so I wore my blue shirt from 2000. (2010 was a royal blue, 2000 was a much darker blue, almost a little bit purple-ish.) Anyway, no one is observant enough at the race to notice that I'm the only person there wearing a shirt that is almost the right color, but slightly different. So, if you're at the race next year, look for me. I'll be the guy wearing the shirt that is very slightly different than everyone else's.

sdf

Did you quit blogging because everyone else did, too?

Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes

This year I missed singing "Ring Out, Wild Bells" at church. It's one of those songs that you've really only got one shot to sing each year, so you might as well do it. If you miss it once, you've got to wait a whole year longer. (Related sadness: there is but one week a year where we sing Easter hymns at church, and the hymnal has 3. "He is Risen" and "Christ the Lord is Risen Today" always get picked over "That Easter Morn" which I appreciate because it is musically unique in the hymnal.)

So, I went to look up the song to fill that void in my life. The lyrics were written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson and it turns out there are another 4 stanzas that are excluded from the hymn in the book. A few of them probably wouldn't fit as well into the song, but that doesn't mean they should be forgotten entirely. So, I present the entire piece for your consideration:

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

The Blogs are dying in the night

Looking through the list of blogs that I follow, I see that about half of them haven't been updated in recent memory. I haven't blogged as much as I did a year or two ago, but some people seem to have stopped entirely. I suppose Facebook is partly to blame for this, as it allows people to similarly update the world on their lives, but it's a poor replacement in my opinion. I'm not anti-Facebook or anything. If you want to tell the world that you made cookies today, I suppose it's an excellent method for doing so. (side note: I find it interesting that apparently we all believe that every single one of our friends (and by "friends" I mean anyone we've ever met) are interested in every little thing we say or do. "I'm waiting in line at the library." or "I'm facebooking from my phone." (yes, a "friend" of mine felt the need to tells us all that he was enjoying facebooking from his phone.))

Anyway, I don't see people using facebook to convey substantive ideas about things. No paragraph long stories, explanations, or anything. Text messaging taught us that anything worth saying should be able to fit into 160 characters. Twitter says we should be able to do it in 140. Facebook gives you about 250 characters before it truncates your status, essentially telling you "we all want to hear about your every thought, provided you thought can fit in this little tiny box." Up to this point, this blog post is already over 1400 characters long. That's 10 full length tweets, or almost 6 facebook status updates. So, it's a new year, add a resolution to your list to not only exercize your body, but also your brain. Don't let the brevity police restrict you any longer and go blog something.

Away

Neither Shannon nor I have blogged for a while. Clearly you've all been wondering why. Well, any extended absence on our part is usually indicative of one of a few events: vacation, holidays or sickness. In this case, all three.

Vacation/Holiday: It was Christmas! And a New Year! We spent about 10 days in SLC skipping all over the valley. It can be a bit annoying as everyone lives close enough that we can see everyone, but far enough that we still spend a lot of time driving. It's about 30 minutes from her parents to my parents. But we had a good Christmas. Julia started missing home, as she only spent about 10 days in the month of December at home. But we're back now. We also got a Wii for Christmas, but then left the controllers in SLC. So, if anyone wants to look at a Wii, come on over. The controllers will be making the trip down here in another 10 days or so. It's not like we have any extra time for recreation anyway . . . .

Sickness: Yeah, Shannon is still sick. But it seems to be getting better, and it's not as bad as last time. So far she's only had 2 IVs. Here's the chart: