Monday, December 3, 2012

My Little Man

The other day Ryan and I were snuggling and I was telling him how the baby in my tummy sometimes sleeps. He leaned over and put his hand on my stomach and said, "Baby, wake up!  I play with you!"

I love this little kid.  He is SO much fun these days.  He gets Nate and I laughing all the time.  And is the subject of many of conversations about how lucky we are to be his parents.

Just last night after the First Presidency Christmas Devotional we drove around to see the Christmas lights (Ryan is eating this Christmas stuff up... I knew he would after how much fun he was at Halloween).  And when we got home he begged to go see more.  To distract him, we came in and showed him pictures of him sitting on Santa's lap last year crying and he informed us that this time he'll be happy and ask Santa for a choo choo train.  (Score!  Someone's going to be very happy Christmas morning. :))  I love how being a parent takes an already wonderful time of the year and magnifies it by 10.... Ryan's not the only one looking forward to him opening his presents Christmas morning. :)



Sunday, December 2, 2012

31 Weeks

Only nine weeks to go until we make us a family of four.  (And the first belly picture.  Forgive me Baby #2!)
And as a little comparison here I was at 30 weeks with Ryan.
And our Christmas tree!  Best time of the year...

Tamma and Tampa Singer's House

 We hit up Grandma and Grandpa Singer's house for Thanksgiving.  Ryan's been talking about this trip for weeks in anticipation and has been talking about it since we got home.  (I've discovered it's nice to have something for Ryan to look forward to so that I can use it as a threat when he's acting up.  Is it mean that I told him MANY times the week before that he better listen to Mom or he won't be going to Grandma and Grandpa's house?) Besides the AMAZING food, the highlights were:
-Riding Tampa's tractor.
 Ryan likes to retell the whole story complete with, "Oh, no!  (hands on cheeks) Tampa get gas!"  (It had run out halfway through their ride.)  I also love that Grandpa gave Ryan his John Deere tractor hat and that Ryan insists on wearing it whenever we leave the house. :)
 -Staying up late watching Frosty the Snowman with Grandma and Grandpa while Mom and Dad went on a date. :)
 -Wildlife Safari!
 Feeding the goats.


 -Riding the train at Wildlife Safari.  Ryan begged and so we sat and waited his most patient 1/2 hour ever before it was up and running.
 Such a flattering picture of our little family.  (Don't judge... I was feeling super sick this week.  When I went to my last OB appointment I had lost 3 lbs since my previous appointment.  And that was enough to get some anti-nausea meds.  Wahoo!  Now if only I had known about those little gems with Ryan.)

 Notice no luck getting Ryan to play the part of Zebra...

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Brown Bear, Brown Bear...

Ryan loves books.  And we love that he likes "reading" them to us (even when he's got the hiccups.)

It all started at church one Sunday in sacrament meeting.  Nate and I have really been trying to teach Ryan how to be quiet and to whisper... a lesson that has yet to sink in.  But when he started quoting some of his favorite books on Sunday as he flipped through them we couldn't help but smile the whole time.

Splash!

 

"Reading" one of our new favorite library books.  (Okay, so this one's a little rusty... this was about the 10th time we'd asked him to read this book to us that weekend.)

Friday, July 27, 2012

What's new with us.

"Ryan, where's your hair?"

"Where are your ears?"

"What about your nose?"

"Your tongue?"
                                      
"Where's your belly button?"

"Wait, where is it?"
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(In case you can't tell he was NOT excited about this.)
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Singer baby #2 will be making his/her debut come January 31st, which puts me at 13 weeks today.  When we talk to Ryan about it, he looks at us like we're crazy.   A baby inside mom's belly?  Sure.....

 The little kiddo just last week.


Sunday, July 8, 2012

Birthday and Beach...

Yep, this is one of those catch up posts... this is what we have been up to lately.  Ryan is a huge fan of anything to do with water.  So we went to the Dallas (Oregon) aquatic center on his birthday.  Then this week we spent a couple of hours on the beach.  My feet (Nate) have turned a bright red color, Oregonians and sun...


 Ryan loving the kiddie part of the pool.  He would go back and forth from the different sections.

 The Cake... mmm...
Ryan loving his cake... almost as much as Daddy...
video


 The kid is not scared to go straight in...




 How long can you pick up rocks and throw them into the water?  After fours hours, it was still so much fun...







 Building Sandcastles... 


 The only thing Ryan may love more than water is a bagel.
 Ryan fell asleep on the way up 6 minutes from the beach.  So he hadn't napped and he played for over 4 hours on the beach.  As soon as we pulled out of the parking lot, he was out.


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mother, I love you.

 (Nate and his mom)
(Rita, Phil and Nate at the Logan Temple.)
 The first time I met Rita I felt like she was meant to be my other mother.  And she made me feel like I was the daughter she never had.  I kept waiting... and waiting.... and am still waiting for that moment when I would understand the whole awful mother-in-law stereotype.  And I can say right now that that day will never come.  She's one of the kindest, most patient and rock solid people I know.  Being a whiner, myself, I can't help but notice and marvel at her ability to suffer through her trials without so much as a complaint.  Sometimes we don't even know what trials she's facing until they are long underway because she doesn't even mention it.  She's so tough.  I hope to one day be more like her.  She's an amazing cook and seamstress (I mean ridiculously perfectly straight lines... it's unreal) and an amazing mother to 4 stand up boys.  Nate is the "proof in the pudding" that she was an excellent mother who taught her boys love, respect, and compassion... and I will thank her forever for it.  Love you, Rita!
                                                                                                                      -Brittney

The first time I met my mom... well, that was probably the day I was born. Mom, I love you.  Thank you for putting up with 4 boys.  I am sure I caused plenty of tears, restless nights, and received more than my fair share of prayers, but I never saw it from you.  You always supported me.  I remember crawling under our end table one night and listening to my parents discuss my lack of talking, and my mom saying how frustrated she was because I would get so frustrated.  That always meant a lot to me because I didn't think anyone understood that frustration.  I remember lots of sporting events, trips to the doctors, and family events.  We ate well, played hard, and always knew where my Mom stood related to the gospel.  I love you Mom and appreciate all you have and continue to do for us.
                                
  -Nathan

(Jaycie, me, and my mom (looking a little exhausted from taking care of so many kids))
(The Willis family pre-Kammie)
 I've often heard mothers say that no one notices the little things, no one's appreciative of the dinners and the time spent helping with homework or bandaging a skinned knee.  And yet as I thought about my mom this week and tried to think of specific stories my first thought was always about the little things.

I remember coming home to freshly-baked cookies.  I remember hearing my mom cheering me on at every basketball game.  I remember snuggling in my parent's bed in the mornings and arguing with my brother over who Mom loved most.  I remember the occasional trip to McDs with just her and I and how she'd whisper to me before walking through the front door to not tell my siblings where we had just been.  I remember the "room fairy" cleaning our room, but more importantly the grin on my mother's face when she let us know that the "room fairy" had come to visit that day. Now I realize how much she loved us that she was so happy that we would be relieved not to have to be cleaning it ourselves.  I remember swimming in our pool until Mom shouted out the kitchen door, "Dinner's ready!"  I remember the wonderful smell of dinner when she opened that door.  I remember her being there at every school function.  I remember her teaching me little life lessons when we drove in the car. I remember loving to swing by the office in high school to vent about the stupid things I had dealt with that day.  I remember when Nate and I were newly married I was having a rough day and I said to him, "I just want a hug from my mom," through my sobbing (and seriously wishing I could make the 12 hour drive home just to get one.)

My mom is amazing.  I'm grateful that she's mine.  She and my dad gave me the kind of childhood that I hope Nate and I can give for Ryan.  She's been a great example to me my whole life and gives some of the best advice.  Love ya, Mom!

                                                                                                            -Brittney

Ah, the mother-in-law.  The villain in fairy tales, the women you scorn... but in my life this is a falsehood.  I can honestly say I am lucky.  I have a mother-in-law that loves my family, including me.  I always feel comfortable around her, she raised wonderful kids, and supported the local Northwest boy wanting to date her daughter (we're way better than those East Coast boys at BYU (no offense Jeff)).  The best part is I am always fed well, there are times that I say... oh, I feel like eating "such-and-such" and Brittney will say "I don't like that"... and I will always say, "I bet your Mom would make it for me..." and you almost always do... I love that.  Thank you for letting me be part of your family and calling you Mom.

-Nathan

There is one more Mom to write about, but while the little man (Ryan) is the puzzle genius, his typing is only so-so.  So, I will try and do it for him.  Brittney, you are the best mom Ryan could have.  You play with him, make him laugh, smile, feel safe, and take care of both of our needs.  We appreciate you and love you...

To all of our Moms (and Grandmas) Happy Mother's Day.

-Nathan and Ryan