Saturday, February 22, 2014

Dressing up

Sometimes, we go out on the town. Well, to a church activity with a photo booth.

We could be royals.

And sometimes, JB sends me pictures like these of my baby boy wearing a breast cancer awareness headband from the U.

Gotta represent.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

The highs and lows of radio reporting

It's been a back-and-forth, high-and-low, up-and-down kind of week in my job.  I don't blog about it much here, but I thought I'd run through just some of the stories I did this week (I do around 3 a day).

My green coat and I showed up in several Deseret News photographs as I covered a protest at the Governor's office. There were more reporters/photographers there than protestors.

I was there for hours, and any time someone new came to talk to the protestors we huddled up around them again. I kept getting shoved into a cameraman's armpit, or had a reporter breathe down my neck as we scrunched together.

Fun stories on the 3 Utah women ski jumpers in their first Olympics, and on Joss Christensen, the Utahn who won Gold in the Ski Slopestyle.

I worked for a long time to put together a longer, indepth report to run Thursday on heroin overdose deaths in Utah. Many families had called us after Philip Seymour Hoffman's death.

Two assaults at the University of Utah. When I got to work at 4 AM, my executive producer said to me, "Go up to campus soon and find people to talk about it."  !

A police chase and crash; then a viewing party for Utah's Noelle Pikus-Pace in the Olympic skeleton race. I saw the live feed that morning with hundreds of her really nice family, friends and supporters in a movie theater. I reported live during her final race with all the cheering around me. That was really fun.

So you see the crime and grime and heartbreak mixed in with more upbeat stories.  It's been a couple weeks of this. I covered the funeral last week for officer shot and killed in Utah County, did a story on the 5 new apps your teens are using, and had follow-up stories to the school where lunches were thrown away. 

Some days I think, "It's early, it's dark, it's cold, and this is a depressing story." But the next day it's, "I think I'm making a difference with this story" or, "This story is so awesome, I really hope people hear it."

Monday, February 10, 2014

James at 8 months

(James pre-haircut a couple weeks ago, reigning in the chair)

Before James was born, a neighbor was giving away furniture that belonged to her late grandmother, Gloria. The most comfy, squishy blue recliner rocking chair was among the group.

Sometimes I think of Gloria when I sit there -- I think of her eternal optimism, of her twinkling eyes and that her favorite color was yellow.

The chair is perfect for nursing sweet baby James, and for grabbing a little more sleep during middle of the night feedings (yes, my baby still has a middle of the night feeding at 8 months old).

It's also a perfect chair for sitting him up like a big boy. JB will send me pictures while I'm at KSL, around 7 or 8 AM, right around the time he gets the baby dressed for the day.

Though it's awfully fun to just keep him un-dressed for a while. Because.....mmmmm nom nom nom. Nom.

On the morning of the 6th JB sent me these, because our baby is now 8 months old.



"Wait, what's on my tummy?"

"Yeah, I'm going to have to eat that."

In fact now starts the age of putting everything into the mouth.  It's a good thing he's not mobile yet, because despite our strict instructions, little Legos and Rainbow Loom bands sometimes show up on the living room floor. We found out Andrew was carrying them around, not the older boys. He'll hold up a block and say, "See my alligator?" Sure, sure.....

Baby James is showing no sign of wanting to crawl or scoot yet. His day consists of Exersaucer-lap-living room floor-crib-highchair-hip-baby carrier-kitchen floor-lap-hip-crib-queen bed.

He loves to grab faces and bite chins and pat cheeks and smack stuff and splash. 

He's getting better at eating solid food. He likes the baby food puffs. And so does Andrew. "My 'nack!" yelled Andrew when I took them away from him yesterday.

His 3 older brothers love to hold him. Andrew doesn't weigh much more than him but really wants to hold him on his lap. James arches his back and squeals. Max and Ben like to carry him around, which sometimes makes me nervous, but it is very convenient to have those extra arms. And I am trying harder to say yes when they ask to hold him. I realize he doesn't belong only to me, he's their baby brother, too. 

As mentioned, he doesn't sleep through the night yet. But, I think other babies are going to bed at 9 or 10 when their normal parents do. I have to put all the boys down by 7:30 so I can go to bed. So he gets hungry again before the night is over, and I'm a big softie, and I like to nurse James before I leave. But I know he could do better. He wakes up early for JB sometimes, too.  JB and I are tired.  Almost always tired.

During the day while nursing, he gets distracted easily by a noise or the sight of a brother. So I've been going into his room to feed him in the blue chair in the hopes that he'll get nice and full. But the boys come in. They need me, too, I know. And Andrew climbs onto my knees with a book from the nearby basket and I read it to him with my free hand. Another reason why I love the blue chair.