Still Waiting...

Well needless to say I have had some spare time on my hands that I thought would be otherwise occupied with caring for a newborn... don't know why I would have made such a crazy assumption in planning my time :)

Anyway, during some of this free time last night, Harmony stopped by and we whipped out this cute little girl's dress in only like an hour and a half. There are a few minor flaws if you look closely enough (the neckline doesn't lay flat and the pleating in a little uneven) but that's okay, I think it turned out pretty cute.


Of course by the time our little girl gets here, she is going to need 2T clothes and it probably won't fit her anymore, but if nothing else it was a fun project!

Still Big

Well Thursday came... and Thursday went... and I am still big.


I never took any of those belly growth pictures on a weekly basis like some girls do, but I do remember taking one when I was 4 months pregnant and starting to get chubby enough that my clothes didn't really fit.


I thought I was getting a prego belly at the time, but when I went and pulled it up, I had to laugh at how little I was compared to now. I AM HUGE! I tried to wear the same shirt so that you could get a good comparison, boy did it have to stretch pretty far!

Asian Night

This afternoon we got together with Harm & Derek and Stacie & Mitch for a themed dinner. We all dressed up in our cool Asian attire and ate yummy Oriental food -- which meant that I didn't have to cook, because Caleb made Bul Gogi (Korean meat) from him mission for us to contribute. I thought it was all pretty good, my favorite thing was Harmony's simple stir fry, but Caleb really enjoyed it.

He misses his Korean food, and I have never been big on cooking Oriental for him, so it was good to try something new and have some fun with it. Our picky little eater even ate the tofu and rice noodles, we of course had to make him eat all the vegetables and he didn't even touch the meat... we'll keep working on it.


I tried to find cool outfits at DI, but nothing would fit over my belly, so in the end Caleb and I borrowed some jackets that my dad had picked up on his mission to Taiwan. Corbin however got to be a modern Asian boy with his slightly too large, bright orange, tie-die, Yu-Gi-Oh tee shirt and extreme hair spikes. He looked pretty sweet! (I didn't get a group picture showing our outfits, so we'll have to get a copy from someone to post later.)


Corbin seemed to like sitting on the floor eating at a little table just his height. However I don't know how those Asians get their kids to sit still during a meal when they can run around so easily between bites. Corbin definitely needs to be strapped into his high chair or at least on a chair where it takes effort to get down. And he was most definitely a fan of Harmony's tiny tea cups, which I think he refilled at least a dozen times, but loved drinking out of!

Silverware Boy

Corbin has official reached the age where he now has his first chore. For awhile now he has been taught to help clean up his toys and such, but after aways wanting to be a "helper" in the kitchen whenever I am doing anything (which of course is more work for me trying to help him help me) we have discovered a job he can do that actually does contribute something. He is the official Silverware Boy.


I am pretty sure that every house in America has a Silverware Boy. This person is almost always the current youngest child that can walk and is constantly called whenever the dishwasher needs to be unloaded. In our home, Corbin has now assumed that role, in a couple of years his little sister will take over and so will continue the passing of the "Silverware Boy/Girl" title throughout the end of time.

"Open da door..."

Corbin is not very good at staying in his bed at night, so like all good parents we follow a regular, calming bedtime routine, tuck him in and then proceed to lock him in his room. (We don't literally lock it, but he doesn't know how to open doors yet, so it's basically the same thing in his mind.)

And almost every night he immediately gets his pillow, stuffed animal and blanket and makes a little bed on the floor in front of the door. Then he lays there all comfy cozy in his make-shift bed, sticks his fingers out from under the door and calls, "open da door... Mommy, open da door, please!" for the next 10-20 minutes until he eventually falls asleep. He obviously has no hope of actually getting someone to open the door, since he settles in for the long run each night, but he never gives up trying... what an annoyingly persistent little trooper - gotta love him!


Every night before we go to bed Caleb has to go in and slowly scoot the door open, pick him up and move him to his bed. Heaven help us when this one learns how to open doors!

Last weekend my little brother was watching him for us and Cameron said the saddest thing was when he was putting Corbin to bed, Corbin looked at him and said, "but why? Paam, why?" (don't ask me where that nickname came from, but that is how he says Cameron's name... we encourage it, because Cameron doesn't seem to like it :) in his ultra sad little helpless voice. I am amazed Cameron was strong enough to say goodnight and shut the door. The older he gets the better he gets at finding your weakness and getting you to cave in and give him what he wants, I don't think I could have handled a "but why? Mommy, why?"