Oregon Museum of Science and Industry (OMSI)

We went to OMSI for the first time today with a few friends from our ward. It is a huge museum with tons of hands on stuff for kids, a perfect place to hang out on a rainy day.

Along with the rest of Vancouver. Spring break + rain = OMSI around these parts.

Going to a hands on museum always reminds me of the time I was at one in Michigan and put my arm around a boy I thought was my brother. Well, it wasn't him and I thought his dad was going to have me arrested even though I was only about 12. It was real awkward and I'm pretty sure I've written about it here somewhere but I'm too lazy to link to it. Sorry.

OMSI has a ton of fun stuff but one of the most fascinating exhibits was one that showed the development of a fetus from about 4 weeks up to 32 weeks or thereabouts. They did this with about 30 specimens of preserved fetuses and even though it was interesting to see that development up close and personal, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness because each of those babies was a loss to someone. In some of those cases the placenta and/or uterus was included and I wondered if the mother had died as well. I don't know if the miscarriage makes me more sensitive to stuff like that or what because it wasn't intended to be a sad exhibit at all.

Anyway, on a lighter note, there were also fossils there!

I love fossils! Can you imagine a saber tooth cat sneaking up on you while you're just casually geocaching or something. No! Thank goodness! Or one of these guys lurking behind a ginormo pine tree? Bah! I like to think about it sometimes just to give me the shivers.

(Please notice my precious baby sleeping away. Thank you.)

We also checked out the gift shop where I contemplated buying space ice cream but I couldn't justify the $3.50 for something that weighed about half an ounce and wasn't gold. Then I teased Logan with a stuffed animal.

If I had known how much he was gonna love it I wouldn't have shown it to him at all. Now I regret not buying fake ice cream and Nemo.

After the gift shop we hit up the space exhibit where I read up on Buzz Aldrin so I could be better prepared for Dancing with the Stars. A show that I watched for the first time last night, and can I just say No. Kate. No. Stop. Dancing. Now.

Then I voted for her because I like drama.

Where was I? Ah yes, the space exhibit was ok. Not as fun as the gift shop although I did find it amusing that there were more people in line to find out their weight on Earth than on the Moon.

 

So fun, so fun.

We even ended the day with a moment of sweet awkwardness.

I had put Logan in the car and was getting ready to load his stroller in the trunk. I always talk and smile to him while I do this, so I didn't think much when I called out "hey baby!" and grinned at the backseat. I really need to stop calling him baby before he starts to think that's his name. Anyway, I sang "hey baby!", smiled, and then noticed a teenage boy in my line of sight grinning right back at me.

Oh good.

I saw him start to head my way so I quickly opened my trunk and hid behind it while I made a big show of loading up my stroller and pretending I didn't see him. The next time I was brave enough to look his way he was walking toward the building and texting.

Crisis averted.

Fastest 6 months ever!

Guess what! Logan is old enough now that he pulls his own band-aids off after the vaccines. Of course two seconds after he got one off it was in his mouth which not only grossed me out but also added an element of danger to the whole business. His stats were quite average;

Weight: 16 lbs 13 oz - 40%

Height: 26 1/4 in - 50%
Head: 17 1/4 in - 50%

and we determined he is probably allergic to amoxicillin judging from his reaction to it... I don't think I've told you that story. Next time.

He is such a happy little roly poly ball of love. I'm pretty sure Tyson and I could sit and watch him all day long. He's recently acquired a little fake cough that he uses to test out the acoustics of a space. His favorite places to cough? Into an empty cup, or the bathtub.

So, in my eyes Logan is pretty much perfect meaning that no matter what people say about him, I hear it as a compliment. For example:

Stranger: "Wow, he has such big blue eyes!"

I hear: "Wow, he is so beautiful!"
Stranger: "Well isn't he just a little Gerber baby?"
I hear: "He should be a model!"
Stranger: "Your baby hasn't blinked in like two minutes."
I hear: "Your baby is clever and a genius."

The benefit to this, as far as I can tell, is that as long as you profess wonder and awe to a mother she will assume you are complimenting her baby. Remember this next time you see a baby that is, um, not cute.

Constipated.

Oh my gosh, seriously. I have been trying so hard to write something even remotely interesting and/or clever for the blog and it's just not happening. I'm stuck. I keep hoping that something totally weird and interesting will happen to me so I can get a jump start but, um, it's not happening.

Meh.

Good news, I finished painting the front room! We call it the green room now; it makes me feel fancy.

Before:

After:

Nice, right? I love it. Now I just need a piano and some furniture that matches.

I also found this fabric that I want to use in here and it only cost me about $1.50 for almost a full yard.

So fun!

Now... what should I do with it? I have a few ideas but I keep changing my mind.

In other news our little goober is learning how to sit up on his own.

Triple chin!

This is the look I get whenever I do something he doesn't expect. Like gaffaw at his goofy little face.

He is 6 months today, such a big boy! His dr. appointment is tomorrow so we'll have some stats then.

Well, I'm gonna end this post now before you quit reading... unless you already have.

Utah

Tyson and I were out for a walk yesterday and we stopped for a few minutes to talk to our neighbor. He has a couple dogs who were wandering around, sniffing us and Logan, and just doing dog things during our conversation. After we walked away I noticed a big wet spot on one of my legs. I hadn't held Logan in awhile (the main source for mysterious wet spots) it hadn't rained recently, and I hadn't done dishes or anything else involving water. This led me to conclude that while I wasn't watching, one of those dogs peed on my leg.

Is it bad that I still prefer that to being pooped on by Logan?

In less unfortunate news, our trip to Utah was great! Logan was a real charmer on the plane flashing those dimples and blue eyes at everyone so even when he fussed a little bit no one seemed to mind. Honestly though he slept almost the entire way there and back which was more than I could have hoped for.

(Classic blowing bubbles face)

The whole trip came and went so quickly that when Logan and I got back home it almost seemed like a dream. I'm still amazed at how quickly you can get somewhere by plane. When I was growing up we would drive to Utah and these multi-day treks would include wrong turns ending in Kansas (we were trying to go through Nebraska), full on cases of the chicken pox, visits to church historical sites, dust storms, and tornados. Getting to our destination was almost a bonus after all that.

It was so nice to see the family again and to introduce Logan to his great grandma and grandpa.

I'm hoping they forgive him of his dirty diapers :)

We saw a few friends which was so great. Logan and Katelyn were born just a few weeks apart. Don't worry, the wedding has already been set.

Were we wishing that Logan was a girl for this 4 generation shot? Yes.

Was I wishing Logan was a girl when I saw some super cute baby headbands at the mall? Also, yes.

Just a few more family pictures and this post will be done...

The end.

So he's totally not camera shy

Until I get a chance to actually sit down and write something I thought I would just show you what we've been up to this morning.

Happy Thursday!

Peace out

So.

Extreme room makeover is gonna have to be put on pause (sorry Tyson!) because I'm...








Going to Utah!!

This is like the most last minute thing ever but my parents are there visiting right now and I found cheap tickets so the boy and I leave tomorrow.

I am super nervous to fly by myself with him but I just keep telling myself that if anything crazy happens it will just make for a great blog. The blog is all about keeping it in perspective.

I'll be back on Tuesday!

And its name isn't Blanche Devereoux

Folks, there's a new sheriff in town.

I'm pleased to introduce Grape Vine

(you'll notice from left to right; Sagey (boo!), Grape Vine (yay!), old color (meh.)).

Grape vine was actually an option on the right paint chip and I believe was suggested by Carly as her favorite. Go Carly!

And to all of you who said you liked the color that was already on the wall you are totally right to like it. It's a very fine color but it's also everywhere. I needed to spice things up a little bit around here.

Which is why I'm boldly painting a room we never use.

To bravery!

I guess this is why they make sample paint cans

True to form I came home from the depot with a totally different color than either of the ones I was considering. And by totally different I obviously mean the one next in line on the Behr display.

And also, true to form, I was totally baffled at how it looked on the wall. The whole time I kept muttering to myself, "maybe it will dry differently" while turning the light on and off, cocking my head to one side, and walking in and out of the room.

Honestly, all I know is that every time I look at it I think of a few of my favorite girls.

And then I get a craving for cheesecake.
But seriously, Rose's outfit is pretty much the color on my wall. I feel like if I bought a peach couch and lilac curtains I would have the 80's color palate down.

I could probably make it modern with how I decorate around the wall color, but now that I've made that association it's all over. Kinda like when I got bangs and it made me feel like I had early 90's hair. I could not get over it and now? No bangs.

So Tyson and I went to the depot and picked out a new color to try.

We shall see my friends, we shall see...

Hello friends, I need your help again.

As I've gotten older I've become more and more comfortable admitting my faults, both to myself and the internet. Like that I don't feel guilty at all feeding my family cookies for dinner and that I like Miley Cyrus' music.

Also, I do not have an eye for color. I can agonize for weeks about what color to paint a room and then still do it wrong. Besides that one time that I just grabbed a mistint from home depot and went all crazy in the downstairs bathroom. Painting a room the wrong color isn't so much a costly mistake thank goodness, however, since I took a vow to never paint behind a toilet again that bathroom is what it is. Forever.

Anyway, I would like to paint our front room a lovely shade of green. And with that comes a couple questions. Which color and are either of these even lovely? (I'm looking at the lightest shade by the way.)

Tyson looked at these and said that even though the one on the left was obviously more gray it looked lime to him.

I had to ask him approximately 47 times if he meant to say lime and also if he knew what color lime actually was. Then I wondered secretly if I knew what color lime was. Then I wondered if I knew what left was. I even held up my hands to see which one made the "L". Then I double checked that method by pretending to write something, thus confirming where right was. So, secondary third question - does the one on the left look lime to you?

I'm actually thinking that I might like to find a color somewhere between these two because even though in this picture I like the one on the right more, I'm afraid a whole room covered in it could turn out to be a little intense. It kinda looks brighter in real life than on my computer screen.

Would you like to see the front room?

We've taken special care to really make this room nice so please take note of our minimalistic and classy decor choices. I took another picture from a different angle but you could see Logan laying on the floor crying and I totally felt bad mom vol. 3 coming on so I didn't post it. Then I picked him up. He wasn't there for long, don't worry.

Anyway, color opinions? Anyone?