Levi 
was born Monday July 19th at 2:32 PM. He was 7 pounds 15 ounces, and measured 21 inches long.
was born Monday July 19th at 2:32 PM. He was 7 pounds 15 ounces, and measured 21 inches long.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Grandma's House
Gem and Grandma Christiansen left yesterday on a plane to grandma's house. Gem was so excited to ride on the plane, and grandma reported that she was very good and stayed in her seatbelt the whole time (though she did spill an entire bag of goldfish).
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Obviously she is doing just fine without her parents. My sister Kim sent this picture to me this morning. She said Gem only had to say "Bella come eata carrot" a thousand times for the Bella to finally eat it.
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Gem is going to be so sad to come home in a few weeks, after having so much fun out there with her grandmas and grandpas and uncles and aunts. We hope our baby is born so we actually do get to come get her.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Where is the Baby?
Oh, I know the answer. He is still inside of me. How frustrating. I went to the doctor's yesterday and I was still dilated the same as the week before, after who knows how many walks. As of today, we are headed out to Utah in 13 days and each day that goes by means we will have a younger and a younger baby (and a sorer and sorer mom) when we head out there for my sister's wedding.
Gem tries to help me out. She talks to my tummy, she says "get outta momma's tummy baby levi". It hasn't worked yet, but I don't think we will stop trying.
Luckily this afternoon we are taking my mom and Gem to the Burbank airport. Gem is excited to go to grandma's house. Especially since we got her a backpack with new toys that she can't open until she gets in the airport. I figure going down to Burbank is the best way to send me into labor, since I will be two hours from the hospital.
Gem tries to help me out. She talks to my tummy, she says "get outta momma's tummy baby levi". It hasn't worked yet, but I don't think we will stop trying.
Luckily this afternoon we are taking my mom and Gem to the Burbank airport. Gem is excited to go to grandma's house. Especially since we got her a backpack with new toys that she can't open until she gets in the airport. I figure going down to Burbank is the best way to send me into labor, since I will be two hours from the hospital.
Monday, June 28, 2010
More adventures with Gem
Things are never dull in a house with a 3 year old, especially when her dad is not exactly competent either (this is Tyler typing so I can say things like that).
The other day Tara went to a baby shower that the ladies in the ward hosted for her. She was gone for most of the evening and that left me to entertain Gem until bedtime. I think everything went fine that evening. Gem and I played some games and had a good time. About 20 minutes before I put her in bed she asked if she could wear her "big girl under-air" which roughly translates into "panties". Whenever Gem even brings up the subject of pretending to be potty-trained we generally consider it a success, so naturally I let her wear her new "under-air" for a while. After that we played some more games and then she went to bed.
Well, it turns out that anytime you entrust an incontinent person with anything other than a water-tight protective barrier wrapped around their bottom half you're supposed to remember to relieve them from this added responsibility before your leave them for an 8 hour period.
Tara came home and we went to bed. The next morning was Saturday so we woke up lazily until Gem came in. She climbed into our bed and played with our faces as she lovingly does each morning as though we were two life-size, interactive Mr. Potato Heads. After about a half-hour I got out of bed and noticed that there was an extremely large dark spot in the sheet emanating from around Gem. Everything hit me fast. I actually thought for a second that there must be a way to fix this before Tara discovered anything. Needless to say nothing came to mind and I got the privilege of assisting with laundry that day to clean up the big wet spot on our bed and the twin wet spot we soon found on Gem's bed.
In other news, I thought I'd share some more "Gemisms" from her ever-expanding repetoire of words and phrases. Lately she's picked up lines that help her express her self-delusional sense of "coolness". Almost anytime now that Tara and I are having a conversation, Gem will break in and ask, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout?" This favorite little catch phrase of hers pops up at home, in the car, and even during an occasional dinner prayer.
She's picked up a couple lines from one of her videos that teaches her to search and solve puzzles. Anytime she knows we're going somewhere she'll prod us along with, "Hurry, hurry, follow me!" This is always interesting coming from someone who has no idea where to go. When she realizes this small detail she'll wait till Tara leads the way and then she declares, "Follow dat mama!" I'm not really sure which episode of Blue's Clues taught her that one.
Lastly, she's always improving on her manners. About 500 times a day she'll yell throughout the house "I WANT...(insert anything imaginable)!" She'll repeat this incessantly until you respond. We've been trying to respond with patience, "Gem, how do you ask nicely?" To this she'll give a flowery, "May I please, I WANT...(insert previous request)!" Oh well, I guess it's progress.
The other day Tara went to a baby shower that the ladies in the ward hosted for her. She was gone for most of the evening and that left me to entertain Gem until bedtime. I think everything went fine that evening. Gem and I played some games and had a good time. About 20 minutes before I put her in bed she asked if she could wear her "big girl under-air" which roughly translates into "panties". Whenever Gem even brings up the subject of pretending to be potty-trained we generally consider it a success, so naturally I let her wear her new "under-air" for a while. After that we played some more games and then she went to bed.
Well, it turns out that anytime you entrust an incontinent person with anything other than a water-tight protective barrier wrapped around their bottom half you're supposed to remember to relieve them from this added responsibility before your leave them for an 8 hour period.
Tara came home and we went to bed. The next morning was Saturday so we woke up lazily until Gem came in. She climbed into our bed and played with our faces as she lovingly does each morning as though we were two life-size, interactive Mr. Potato Heads. After about a half-hour I got out of bed and noticed that there was an extremely large dark spot in the sheet emanating from around Gem. Everything hit me fast. I actually thought for a second that there must be a way to fix this before Tara discovered anything. Needless to say nothing came to mind and I got the privilege of assisting with laundry that day to clean up the big wet spot on our bed and the twin wet spot we soon found on Gem's bed.
In other news, I thought I'd share some more "Gemisms" from her ever-expanding repetoire of words and phrases. Lately she's picked up lines that help her express her self-delusional sense of "coolness". Almost anytime now that Tara and I are having a conversation, Gem will break in and ask, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout?" This favorite little catch phrase of hers pops up at home, in the car, and even during an occasional dinner prayer.
She's picked up a couple lines from one of her videos that teaches her to search and solve puzzles. Anytime she knows we're going somewhere she'll prod us along with, "Hurry, hurry, follow me!" This is always interesting coming from someone who has no idea where to go. When she realizes this small detail she'll wait till Tara leads the way and then she declares, "Follow dat mama!" I'm not really sure which episode of Blue's Clues taught her that one.
Lastly, she's always improving on her manners. About 500 times a day she'll yell throughout the house "I WANT...(insert anything imaginable)!" She'll repeat this incessantly until you respond. We've been trying to respond with patience, "Gem, how do you ask nicely?" To this she'll give a flowery, "May I please, I WANT...(insert previous request)!" Oh well, I guess it's progress.
Gem's big day
Gem hosted her first birthday party this weekend. Everyone who is anyone was there (well, basically just little girls from our ward). First the girl's made candy necklaces that they could eat durring the rest of the festivities. Gem immediately decided that there was no point to putting candy on a stupid little string when you could just as easily shove it in your mouth to begin with. We're all for efficiency in the Ross house. Oh well, all the other girls looked cute with their necklaces. 
Next was what turned out to be the main event. We found big bubble wands at Target that we thought the really little girls would like. We filled up some small plates with bubble soap and let 5 girls go crazy with it. It actually turned out really cool. There were hundreds of bubbles. They played with it for about a half hour.
After the bubbles we went inside for a ring-toss game. The party was for Gem and our 2 year old neighbor Rachel so we had to come up with simple stuff. I think they liked the game.
Next it was time to decorate cupcakes and then sing Happy Birthday to the two girls. I was suprised at how much Gem like blowing out the candles and how happy she was when she got it right.
The last thing was presents..... always a hit. Overall I think it was the event of the season. We're already thinking of how to top it next year.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Daddy's Little Non Helper
The other day daddy was fixing his flat tire, and he got some help. You can tell from these pictures she really knows what she is doing.
I have had an excess of liquids today. While she was in the tub today, I think she poured half of the tub out onto the floor. The rug was literally dripping when I picked it up. Then when I went downstairs to check on her just now, her sippee cup had opened up and a cup of milk was just puddled on the tv stand. The speakers were just sitting in a puddle of milk. Apparently this didn't warrant letting mom know. I guess I really need to pay more attention to her. Why can't three-year-olds be smarter??
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