This week went a lot better than last week I feel. Nothing in particular, but I think I'm just learning a lot about life and have learned how to juggle the demands of being a nanny and a full-time college student.
It's funny trying to hang out and go do things in my singles ward like a normal college student, and then trying to get to bed early enough so that I can get up with three kids the next morning and pack lunches, do hair, feed the baby, and haul it to school.
While everyone else is talking about some new school project or new shop they found in some seaside small town--I'm thinking about if I ironed Sophie's uniform for tomorrow and if she did well on her spelling test today. I'm thinking about if I should put more oil on
Thomas the next time I change his diaper to see if his rash will get better.
When I drive any new friends in the car I have here, one can sit in the passenger seat and then anyone else has to sit in the very back because of two booster seats and a baby carrier. Then when we put our shopping bags in the back, we see the spare blankets, baby bag, and stroller... yup.
'Oh ya, sorry about that stroller. Oh and the booster seats... and the veggie chips wedged in the seats... What's that? Yes I am a full-time nanny/momma. And yes I wish it didn't look like I have six kids whenever I go anywhere' hahah.
You know when some moms come pick their kids up from school or arrive for church, and they look like they just ran a marathon and threw on an outfit at the finish line? Sadly, I know that look too well. I can't get dressed until 10 am everyday because I have to wait until Thomas goes down for his nap. So that means I'm driving around L.A. dropping kids off at school and buying groceries in my scary 'no make-up and work out clothes look'. Awesome.
Ya know, when I actually do have kids I'll happily embrace this and I won't care about looking like a soccer mom. But since I'm NOT a mom and I'm actually a 19 year old sista, it's kind of weird going to the store and having the cashier somehow think that they're all my kids. I used to say that I'm the nanny but that would get an even weirder reaction so I stopped doing that. haha.
They give you the reaction like, 'Oh, so you work for someone like THAT. Got it. Poor thing. I bet they work you to death. Look at you trying to juggle three kids all day long. I bet the parents forget their own kids birthdays. They probably love you more than their own parents..' blah blah blah. You can read it all in how they treat me after I would blurt that out. It bugged me, so now I just let them believe whatever they want. Even though I look way too young to have three kids... whatever haha.
With everyone so loaded around here, people make themselves look a lot younger than they really are. Or they try really really hard to make themselves look younger. Then you can tell those ones actually aren't.
The last three days Amanda took Thomas with her back East to visit her sister. So it was just me, Chape, and the two oldest kids. Chape was busy with work most of the time, so I had to be mom for real. It's crazy how much of my mom and sisters I see in me when I'm doing certain things. Like how I can just let Thomas freak out standing at my feet while I try to throw a little mascara on before going to the store. Or how I say 'No you can't have that. No, put that back. No we're only buying things on the list. No you can't. No we're having dinner soon. No we're in a hurry.'-every single time we go to the store! I remember being so bugged that my mom would always say no... but now I get it! You only have so long you can be at the store, you need these certain things, you have to get dinner ready, and you have to be home before the piano teacher shows up... these are all the real reasons why moms have to say no to extra treats at the store. And these are all the reasons why I therefore have to say no.
I also hate that they beg for the same thing whenever certain topics come up, or when you drive by that one random store or restaurant they really like. Like the icecream truck that always shows up at the park whenever we go for Tobin's flag football practice-No, we will never ever get icecream from that cheap and sketchy icecream truck that plays whiny versions of Beethoven's symphonies! It freaks me out from afar. Just drop it kids! If Amanda takes them? Cool. Ask her. But she'll agree with me. She always does.
We're going to a nice restaurant at the country club tonight as a family... and I'm excited. But that means a lot of prep. So. I must say goodbye for now until the next update from Beverly Hills.
Much Love,
Hay
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
California Rubbish
What's there to say? I don't really know. This week has been so different from the rest... but in different ways. Ya? Followin me so far?
This is definitely gonna be one of those posts where I'm saying what's going on in my head whether it makes sense or not.
...First of all, there are really big spiders here. And it's freakin me out. The little baby ones I find in my room freak me out even more though. Baby ones=there are a thousand more somewhere and they're multiplying! ICK.
This week flew, but I learned a lot of little lessons about myself and people in general.
I finally got everything squared away with finally arranging a place that will proctor my tests online from weber state, i go down there to take the test in the middle of the day tuesday, and the day went downhill from there.
There was nowhere free to park. Of course. I should just accept the fact that there will no longer be free parking as long as I'm in California and I need to just get rid of that luxury I had in Utah. And I'm tellin ya, appreciate the free parking if you've got it! Cuz I know I didn't.
All those who have ever driven around for fifteen minutes on a college campus trying to find a parking spot where you won't get towed- that's how I feel everytime I want to park somewhere. Every Dang Time! A week ago I went to a CVS pharmacy and they had a normal parking lot! No ticket booth, meters, valet, nothing! I just drove in and parked. I wanted to stay in there longer and spend more money because of it. It was an event to behold.
Anyway. So it took me forever to park, and I finally found a public parking lot that you had to pay $10 to park in, and they only took cash, which I didn't have, so I went to a random meter that was a block away, and it only let me pay for 15 minutes, and my test was supposed to be an hour, but I left it parked there anyway, it was a ghetto college to take my test at, found the bldg and room number, they had me walk to a different bldg and pay for the test, and they only took cash too (what the heck?! what's with this 'oh, we don't take cards' business??? what year is it anyway? 1985?), so i then had to walk to their cafeteria in this other bldg and get money from an ATM, then walk back and pay, then walk and take my test, which I didn't do well on, I drove home and Amanda wasn't texting back so I was worried she didn't know I was gonna be late getting home, I try to parallel park on the road in front of my house and tap the car behind me, my heart drops, I look out my driver window to see this frantic lady with a Pollish accent yell numerous f-bombs and curse words at me, then the girl that actually owns the car tells me it's a rental and just wants my info in case the rental place sees anything, so I do this all while this lady is flipping her lid at me, I shut down and just give the other girl my info and find another parking spot, turns out the screaming lady is one of the next door neighbors, awesome for me, but luckily she's hardly home and rents out her house a lot, that girl was one of her renters, so I think that's why she lost it with me, to prove her 'I won't stand for this' ability I suppose, it really rattled me and I told Amanda, we went out to look at both cars again and there's nothing, she felt really bad for me and was worried about me the next two days, she kept trying to convince me to take a bath with her epsom salts, but I mainly just hope karma whips that screaming Pollish lady in the butt. End of story. And end of run-on/weirdly executed sentence.
You know what's weird? Everyone in Beverly Hills and Belair drive black cars. All of them. All three cars that this family owns is black. Don't get me wrong, it's made me want to get every car I'll ever want, to be black. It's just funny how they all do it but no one notices.
You know four-way stops? Good thing I'm good at those, because if you go out of Beverly Hills and onto Sunset or Santa Monica, you have to drive through a SIX-WAY STOP... and it's huge too. If you ran from stop sign to stop sign it would probably be almost half of a mile. six way stop! That was bonkers the first time I drove up to that. You have to be assertive and positive where you're going and pay attention to drivers. That totally blew me away.
Saturday I went to the beach with two girls I met in my singles ward in L.A. but I'm still wanting to meet more people. I feel like I've had a pretty good intro with the ward I'm in now, and I think I'm gonna try the Santa Monica ward next week just because. I'm gonna kinda compare wards and see what I think. Even though I'm already having my records transferred and I think I'm getting a calling this sunday.. oh well.
Tonight Amanda had this other sitter come and babysit the kids with me to kinda see how this sitter would do with the kids while I have weekends off. She's a sweet girl, and I think she'll be just fine. But she's from L.A. and it was interesting to hear her point of view of L.A. and what locals around here do. She told me about 'running the canyon' that a lot of famous people do I guess. She saw Zac Efron one day... so it's going on the list of musts.
Then she was asking me what I've been doing on the weekends and what I like to do with my freetime. My answer? 'Well, I've hung out with people I meet at church a few times but I usually just go out and learn my way around and do homework online a lot'(clearly made myself sound awesome. pff.) And then she proceeded to tell me everything she does and everything there is to do here. I hung my head in shame! I haven't been taking advantage of this opportunity like I should be! So I'm determined to do something awesome this weekend. Hopefully with some cool people. Even one would be fine actually. haha.
But I've learned that I don't need a ton of things and events coming up in my life to be happy. I know how to be happy by just living. :) And I think that's important.
I've learned that first impressions are almost always deceiving and you never know anyone's story unless you ask them. Assumptions get you no where. Speak up! And more than likely, they'll be happy you're having a conversation and now you've made another new friend. :) Go you.
Don't be afraid to say what you think and defend your values. People will respect you if you do.
Don't just say it, BE it. Be that testimony that you hold so dear to your heart.
A hug is seriously under rated in this world. Everyone needs a hug at some point.
Songs I'm obsessed with right now: Meet Virginia, Train. Springsteen, Eric Church. Sweeter, Gavin Degraw. Reasons Unknown, The Killers. I love hearing songs that you instantly associate with the funnest moments in your life, and your favorite people.
Getting missionary letters in the mail is like putting on a jacket and finding a twenty in the pocket. You wanna have a five second celebration, gasp, maybe jump up and down, and savor it. I LOVE getting letters from them. It makes me so happy! The rest of the day!!
I apologize for the unorganized entry this week, and I'm currently looking into buying a digital camera so that I can upload some more pictures! You're great. You're all just great! I feel your love from here!
toodles,
Hay
This is definitely gonna be one of those posts where I'm saying what's going on in my head whether it makes sense or not.
...First of all, there are really big spiders here. And it's freakin me out. The little baby ones I find in my room freak me out even more though. Baby ones=there are a thousand more somewhere and they're multiplying! ICK.
This week flew, but I learned a lot of little lessons about myself and people in general.
I finally got everything squared away with finally arranging a place that will proctor my tests online from weber state, i go down there to take the test in the middle of the day tuesday, and the day went downhill from there.
There was nowhere free to park. Of course. I should just accept the fact that there will no longer be free parking as long as I'm in California and I need to just get rid of that luxury I had in Utah. And I'm tellin ya, appreciate the free parking if you've got it! Cuz I know I didn't.
All those who have ever driven around for fifteen minutes on a college campus trying to find a parking spot where you won't get towed- that's how I feel everytime I want to park somewhere. Every Dang Time! A week ago I went to a CVS pharmacy and they had a normal parking lot! No ticket booth, meters, valet, nothing! I just drove in and parked. I wanted to stay in there longer and spend more money because of it. It was an event to behold.
Anyway. So it took me forever to park, and I finally found a public parking lot that you had to pay $10 to park in, and they only took cash, which I didn't have, so I went to a random meter that was a block away, and it only let me pay for 15 minutes, and my test was supposed to be an hour, but I left it parked there anyway, it was a ghetto college to take my test at, found the bldg and room number, they had me walk to a different bldg and pay for the test, and they only took cash too (what the heck?! what's with this 'oh, we don't take cards' business??? what year is it anyway? 1985?), so i then had to walk to their cafeteria in this other bldg and get money from an ATM, then walk back and pay, then walk and take my test, which I didn't do well on, I drove home and Amanda wasn't texting back so I was worried she didn't know I was gonna be late getting home, I try to parallel park on the road in front of my house and tap the car behind me, my heart drops, I look out my driver window to see this frantic lady with a Pollish accent yell numerous f-bombs and curse words at me, then the girl that actually owns the car tells me it's a rental and just wants my info in case the rental place sees anything, so I do this all while this lady is flipping her lid at me, I shut down and just give the other girl my info and find another parking spot, turns out the screaming lady is one of the next door neighbors, awesome for me, but luckily she's hardly home and rents out her house a lot, that girl was one of her renters, so I think that's why she lost it with me, to prove her 'I won't stand for this' ability I suppose, it really rattled me and I told Amanda, we went out to look at both cars again and there's nothing, she felt really bad for me and was worried about me the next two days, she kept trying to convince me to take a bath with her epsom salts, but I mainly just hope karma whips that screaming Pollish lady in the butt. End of story. And end of run-on/weirdly executed sentence.
You know what's weird? Everyone in Beverly Hills and Belair drive black cars. All of them. All three cars that this family owns is black. Don't get me wrong, it's made me want to get every car I'll ever want, to be black. It's just funny how they all do it but no one notices.
You know four-way stops? Good thing I'm good at those, because if you go out of Beverly Hills and onto Sunset or Santa Monica, you have to drive through a SIX-WAY STOP... and it's huge too. If you ran from stop sign to stop sign it would probably be almost half of a mile. six way stop! That was bonkers the first time I drove up to that. You have to be assertive and positive where you're going and pay attention to drivers. That totally blew me away.
Saturday I went to the beach with two girls I met in my singles ward in L.A. but I'm still wanting to meet more people. I feel like I've had a pretty good intro with the ward I'm in now, and I think I'm gonna try the Santa Monica ward next week just because. I'm gonna kinda compare wards and see what I think. Even though I'm already having my records transferred and I think I'm getting a calling this sunday.. oh well.
Tonight Amanda had this other sitter come and babysit the kids with me to kinda see how this sitter would do with the kids while I have weekends off. She's a sweet girl, and I think she'll be just fine. But she's from L.A. and it was interesting to hear her point of view of L.A. and what locals around here do. She told me about 'running the canyon' that a lot of famous people do I guess. She saw Zac Efron one day... so it's going on the list of musts.
Then she was asking me what I've been doing on the weekends and what I like to do with my freetime. My answer? 'Well, I've hung out with people I meet at church a few times but I usually just go out and learn my way around and do homework online a lot'(clearly made myself sound awesome. pff.) And then she proceeded to tell me everything she does and everything there is to do here. I hung my head in shame! I haven't been taking advantage of this opportunity like I should be! So I'm determined to do something awesome this weekend. Hopefully with some cool people. Even one would be fine actually. haha.
But I've learned that I don't need a ton of things and events coming up in my life to be happy. I know how to be happy by just living. :) And I think that's important.
I've learned that first impressions are almost always deceiving and you never know anyone's story unless you ask them. Assumptions get you no where. Speak up! And more than likely, they'll be happy you're having a conversation and now you've made another new friend. :) Go you.
Don't be afraid to say what you think and defend your values. People will respect you if you do.
Don't just say it, BE it. Be that testimony that you hold so dear to your heart.
A hug is seriously under rated in this world. Everyone needs a hug at some point.
Songs I'm obsessed with right now: Meet Virginia, Train. Springsteen, Eric Church. Sweeter, Gavin Degraw. Reasons Unknown, The Killers. I love hearing songs that you instantly associate with the funnest moments in your life, and your favorite people.
Getting missionary letters in the mail is like putting on a jacket and finding a twenty in the pocket. You wanna have a five second celebration, gasp, maybe jump up and down, and savor it. I LOVE getting letters from them. It makes me so happy! The rest of the day!!
I apologize for the unorganized entry this week, and I'm currently looking into buying a digital camera so that I can upload some more pictures! You're great. You're all just great! I feel your love from here!
toodles,
Hay
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Who's ya Nanny?!
This is now my fifth week as a new member of the Hunt family. And honestly... I'm loving it more and more each day! :) You know those moments that moms talk about where they've had a crazy and stressful day with the kids and they wanna string 'em up by their toes... and then they say or do the sweetest thing that makes them love being a mom? Ya. Kay. This happens to me! I have exact nanny moments like this!
Example A:
Thomas (turned 10 months on Tues!) will scream his head off whenever I change his diaper, but then when I pick him up from the changing table, he'll bury his little head under my neck and lay there for a few moments-just silent and happy to be in my arms again.
And when he's concentrating on some toy he's playing with, he makes this gurgly/growly sound in the back of his throat and it always makes me laugh. I call him my dragon baby.
Example B:
I made cookies with Tobin and Sophie tonight before bed. I love cookies so much, and I thought it would be fun for the kiddos. But as we start putting the ingredients in, the competition begins. EVERYTHING with those two is a competition. Who gets to pour in what, who got the most, whose is the biggest, who had the last say, yada yada yada.It gets extremely annoying and exhausting to deal with! Especially at night before bed! But just when I'm totally regretting this and making a mental note to never let them help again, Sophie says how I'm such a fun nanny and I get an A+ haha.
None of these things mean much to anyone else, but they mean a lot to me. And when I'm home with these monkeys all day long, I really do love taking care of them and hearing their silly conversations and conclusions on life. They seriously crack me up, and it's hard not to laugh at some of the things they say. Like they were asking me last night if the devil is an animal hahaha. And they were asking in all seriousness too. Maybe it's not that funny. haha. You had to be there.
Today was definitely one of those days where I felt like a super nanny. I got so much done, it was awesome!
As for my singles ward, the second sunday was an improvement. I met two girls that are going to FIDM and they seem way awesome and sweet. Their names are Olivia and Kortni. I feel like we'll get along really well.
Then after church Sunday, I was walking out to my car when two guys in the parking lot, named Steve and David, asked if I was new and wanted to know if I'd like to come to their place to eat dinner before the CES fireside with Elder Holland. I thought, eh why not? One was the elders quorum president and the other one was the first counselor and I didn't get any creeper vibes so I went.
Long story short: it was a total grilling and interrogation session. If it's happened to you, you know what I mean. This is probably the third or fourth time that this has happened to me, and the signs are always the same! I should've known better by now!
The entire time since I got in the car, until we went back to the church for the fireside, they were asking me questions off their mental 'future companion' check lists. Questions like, so.. are you dating anyone? When was the last boyfriend you had? Are you waiting for anyone? What about those friends in Mexico you were talking about? All my brothers are married.. ya know.. in case you like what you see and you thought there might be more. What do you want out of this singles ward? How old are you? How old do you wanna be when you get married? Why did you break up with your last boyfriend? ----ALL of these questions were asked of me, and more. What the heck, you marriage crazed leeches??!! GO AWAY.
These types of guys are always in their late twenties, feelin the pressure, and always the first ones you meet. Without fail.
But I did remember this rule of thumb about the first guys you meet in singles wards, so I was somewhat prepared for the little dinner fling to flop.
But once he found out I was 19, he sort of backed off with the questions about my potential future as his wife, which I was relieved about.
There's nothing wrong with 19 and getting married then. But he was 28, sick of putting time into relationships, wanted to skip all the 'get to know you' time and clearly thought I was older. Sorry chum. Not interested in guys like you. Never have been. Never will be. Have a nice life.
He pretty much ditched me at the devotional once we got there. I think my age really tripped him up haha. goooooood.
Now if someone could bring in the ones worth actually talking to, please. And thank you.
Once that happens, then we'll surely be in business ladies and gentleman! There's nothin else I could possibly want at this point. So bring it on.
As for online school, it's not that hard. Especially the classes I'm taking. The biggest problem is finding a fetching proctoring service in L.A. and getting everything set up before my first exam next saturday... blah. I had to fax these people, then they have to fax me, and I have to fax weber state who has to fax them. ya ya, stupid! It's the hardest part, I'm tellin' ya.
But all is well in my part of town, and it's really starting to feel like my life instead of some random life I'm pretending to live.
Do I make sense? I don't know.
Here's to week 3 in Beverly Hills and week 5 as a nanny. :)
wahoo!
Much love,
Halee
Example A:
Thomas (turned 10 months on Tues!) will scream his head off whenever I change his diaper, but then when I pick him up from the changing table, he'll bury his little head under my neck and lay there for a few moments-just silent and happy to be in my arms again.
And when he's concentrating on some toy he's playing with, he makes this gurgly/growly sound in the back of his throat and it always makes me laugh. I call him my dragon baby.
Example B:
I made cookies with Tobin and Sophie tonight before bed. I love cookies so much, and I thought it would be fun for the kiddos. But as we start putting the ingredients in, the competition begins. EVERYTHING with those two is a competition. Who gets to pour in what, who got the most, whose is the biggest, who had the last say, yada yada yada.It gets extremely annoying and exhausting to deal with! Especially at night before bed! But just when I'm totally regretting this and making a mental note to never let them help again, Sophie says how I'm such a fun nanny and I get an A+ haha.
None of these things mean much to anyone else, but they mean a lot to me. And when I'm home with these monkeys all day long, I really do love taking care of them and hearing their silly conversations and conclusions on life. They seriously crack me up, and it's hard not to laugh at some of the things they say. Like they were asking me last night if the devil is an animal hahaha. And they were asking in all seriousness too. Maybe it's not that funny. haha. You had to be there.
Today was definitely one of those days where I felt like a super nanny. I got so much done, it was awesome!
As for my singles ward, the second sunday was an improvement. I met two girls that are going to FIDM and they seem way awesome and sweet. Their names are Olivia and Kortni. I feel like we'll get along really well.
Then after church Sunday, I was walking out to my car when two guys in the parking lot, named Steve and David, asked if I was new and wanted to know if I'd like to come to their place to eat dinner before the CES fireside with Elder Holland. I thought, eh why not? One was the elders quorum president and the other one was the first counselor and I didn't get any creeper vibes so I went.
Long story short: it was a total grilling and interrogation session. If it's happened to you, you know what I mean. This is probably the third or fourth time that this has happened to me, and the signs are always the same! I should've known better by now!
The entire time since I got in the car, until we went back to the church for the fireside, they were asking me questions off their mental 'future companion' check lists. Questions like, so.. are you dating anyone? When was the last boyfriend you had? Are you waiting for anyone? What about those friends in Mexico you were talking about? All my brothers are married.. ya know.. in case you like what you see and you thought there might be more. What do you want out of this singles ward? How old are you? How old do you wanna be when you get married? Why did you break up with your last boyfriend? ----ALL of these questions were asked of me, and more. What the heck, you marriage crazed leeches??!! GO AWAY.
These types of guys are always in their late twenties, feelin the pressure, and always the first ones you meet. Without fail.
But I did remember this rule of thumb about the first guys you meet in singles wards, so I was somewhat prepared for the little dinner fling to flop.
But once he found out I was 19, he sort of backed off with the questions about my potential future as his wife, which I was relieved about.
There's nothing wrong with 19 and getting married then. But he was 28, sick of putting time into relationships, wanted to skip all the 'get to know you' time and clearly thought I was older. Sorry chum. Not interested in guys like you. Never have been. Never will be. Have a nice life.
He pretty much ditched me at the devotional once we got there. I think my age really tripped him up haha. goooooood.
Now if someone could bring in the ones worth actually talking to, please. And thank you.
Once that happens, then we'll surely be in business ladies and gentleman! There's nothin else I could possibly want at this point. So bring it on.
As for online school, it's not that hard. Especially the classes I'm taking. The biggest problem is finding a fetching proctoring service in L.A. and getting everything set up before my first exam next saturday... blah. I had to fax these people, then they have to fax me, and I have to fax weber state who has to fax them. ya ya, stupid! It's the hardest part, I'm tellin' ya.
But all is well in my part of town, and it's really starting to feel like my life instead of some random life I'm pretending to live.
Do I make sense? I don't know.
Here's to week 3 in Beverly Hills and week 5 as a nanny. :)
wahoo!
Much love,
Halee
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Mom Practice
So it's decided that I'll probably only have time to post in here once a week. I'll try to make it Wed or Thurs of each week so my family doesn't get frustrated... haha.
The first week went well I feel.
Only a few bumps in the road, and we're still in business ya'll.
As I said in the last post.. the roads are bizarre. Seriously, if you saw my route to take Sophie to school each morning, you'd gasp. Out loud.
Once I buy another digital camera, I'll take pictures.You'll be amazed.
And then I'll try to snap pictures of the insanely nice cars that fly by all the time and everywhere. They're so nice!! You can tell I'm such a Beverly Hills rookie when I stop and stare at cars driving past. And it happens a lot.
We're talkin' mustangs, porsches, astin martin (or however you spell that), lambourgini(again with the spelling), viper, camero, BMW, jag, audi, THE WORKS. And it rocks my world. I'm a girl that can appreciate an amazing piece of work when I see one. And by appreciate, I mean drool over. In fact, all this weekend they had some filming event for Porsche on the corner of our street.
My first initial reaction: saweet!!!
Reality: No parking anywhere near our house, and security everywhere. And I didn't see one Porsche. The heck? Invite the ginger down the street guys!
When they film movies up here it's not cool. It's just an oober pain to deal with since the roads are insanely windy and it's a tight fit without three cars trying to pass each other on a 15 ft. wide road anyway.
I guess they film movies on our street a lot. It's cool in theory I guess. But there's no chance of seeing anything ever.
Maybe I'll make friends with one of the grumpy and expressionless security guards and he'll introduce me to.. i dono... Chris Pine? Holy smokes. I'd DIE.
As far as the single ward up here? meh. It's fine as far as singles wards go in the summer time anywhere in Utah. Not many there and the ones that are, are pretty set in their ways and have been there since four bishops ago. Know what I'm sayin?
And maybe picking Labor Day weekend for my first week in that ward was asking a lot. Quite a few were out of town. Plus none of the universities around here start until the end of September/early October. I was surprised to hear that, but whatever. It's the same season year-round so they can do what they want, right? haha.
I'm still mentally preparing for the cold to set in any day now. And it won't! Heh heh.
Some of you were asking what my days consisted of, so I'll give you an average day.
I wake up at 6:45 and MAKE myself walk out of my room and into the kitchen so that I look eager and ready to work at 7. And let me tell you friends. That is probably the hardest part for me.
I help get Sophie and Tobin's lunches ready for school and help make sure they have their homework and are dressed, ate breakfast, brushed their hair, yada yada. Or else I'll feed Thomas his breakfast and unload/load the dishwasher. Pretty much whatever Amanda wants me to help her out with that morning.
Then Chapin drives Sophie to school on his morning route to work, and Amanda takes Tobin to school and either helps out at his school, gets groceries, goes to some appointment, or does a workout, or a mix of a few of those, and all the while I'm feeding Thomas his breakfast, and helping him stay enthralled with some toy in the living room or outside.
Then I put Thomas down for his first nap at 9, and I run around like crazy picking up toys from the night before, cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, ironing, homework, work-out, shower,-pretty much as much as I can fit into a 45 min-1 1/2 hr time slot.
Then I feed Thomas a bottle, change him into an outfit, and play with him until Amanda comes home or until I feed him lunch.
Then Amanda usually gives me a three hour break when she gets home (she's awesome) and I can finish whatever I didn't get done while Thomas was sleeping, or take a nap or check the book. Whatever I fancy.
Then one of us will pick up Tobin from preschool, then Sophie from school, then it totally depends from there. Sometimes they have piano, after school programs, swimming, a play date, ya know whatever's goin on.
Then have them do homework, shower, jammies, Amanda's an amazing cook so she usually makes a great dinner that we all sit together and eat, then bedtime for everyone. Pretty much by 7 or 7 30.
So then the rest of the evening is mine! To usually drown in a bunch of online college homework! But hey, I'm so happy I get so much free-time.
Then I get Saturdays and Sundays off, so that's suuuuper great.
I usually have all my crazy experiences/adventures on the weekends.
Except today, I swear I saw Sandra Bullock pull out of this one private school parking lot. And me and Amanda discussed it and debated it a long time and decided it couldn't have been her... bummer.
Wanna know some things I've learned about L.A.?
-there are a bunch of hippies here that know all about organic and soaking grains and raw milk/honey, and all the random health stuff I love to do. I told one girl that I don't really like to eat meat. Usually only fish. And she said, Oh you're pescitarian? And I was truly shocked she actually knew the technical name for it. Her response? Ya well, welcome to L.A.
-Not as humid as I thought. It's quite nice actually. It's like lotion in the air. I got sunburned while at the Bellair Bay Club on a beach with the family monday (insanely posh and fabulous), and I haven't even peeled because of all the moisture in the air. Cross your fingers!!
-Drivers aren't as crazy as I thought, but the roads are horrid.
-California drivers go bonkers when it rains tho. Their brains fall out or somethin and they don't remember how to drive. They would NOT survive winters in Utah. Just sayin.
-Parallel parking is... everywhere. oy.
-one way roads!
-workers for everything. (not necessarily at our house though)from nannies, to gardeners, to chefs, maids, window cleaners, people to wash your car (seriously!), piano teachers, personal skateboard lessons, valet parking(I haven't had to do that yet. I don't know how that goes down. Do I pay him? before? after? I just hand him the BMW keys??? idk. sketchy.), you name it-they have it!
-alarm systems. more of a nuisance than anything. So much louder than fire alarms and so touchy! my goodness! And in Beverly Hills and Bellair they have full-on patrol officers just for beverly hills and bellair security. So if you don't call and say you set it off on accident, they come full force. ay cha cha!
-weird street lights.
-no one smiles. and if you smile at them, they smile back but give you a look like, "do I know you or somethin?"
This is a crazy adventure and I'm trying to soak it all in! It's late and I have to get up early...
I'll update soon!
Xo
The first week went well I feel.
Only a few bumps in the road, and we're still in business ya'll.
As I said in the last post.. the roads are bizarre. Seriously, if you saw my route to take Sophie to school each morning, you'd gasp. Out loud.
Once I buy another digital camera, I'll take pictures.You'll be amazed.
And then I'll try to snap pictures of the insanely nice cars that fly by all the time and everywhere. They're so nice!! You can tell I'm such a Beverly Hills rookie when I stop and stare at cars driving past. And it happens a lot.
We're talkin' mustangs, porsches, astin martin (or however you spell that), lambourgini(again with the spelling), viper, camero, BMW, jag, audi, THE WORKS. And it rocks my world. I'm a girl that can appreciate an amazing piece of work when I see one. And by appreciate, I mean drool over. In fact, all this weekend they had some filming event for Porsche on the corner of our street.
My first initial reaction: saweet!!!
Reality: No parking anywhere near our house, and security everywhere. And I didn't see one Porsche. The heck? Invite the ginger down the street guys!
When they film movies up here it's not cool. It's just an oober pain to deal with since the roads are insanely windy and it's a tight fit without three cars trying to pass each other on a 15 ft. wide road anyway.
I guess they film movies on our street a lot. It's cool in theory I guess. But there's no chance of seeing anything ever.
Maybe I'll make friends with one of the grumpy and expressionless security guards and he'll introduce me to.. i dono... Chris Pine? Holy smokes. I'd DIE.
As far as the single ward up here? meh. It's fine as far as singles wards go in the summer time anywhere in Utah. Not many there and the ones that are, are pretty set in their ways and have been there since four bishops ago. Know what I'm sayin?
And maybe picking Labor Day weekend for my first week in that ward was asking a lot. Quite a few were out of town. Plus none of the universities around here start until the end of September/early October. I was surprised to hear that, but whatever. It's the same season year-round so they can do what they want, right? haha.
I'm still mentally preparing for the cold to set in any day now. And it won't! Heh heh.
Some of you were asking what my days consisted of, so I'll give you an average day.
I wake up at 6:45 and MAKE myself walk out of my room and into the kitchen so that I look eager and ready to work at 7. And let me tell you friends. That is probably the hardest part for me.
I help get Sophie and Tobin's lunches ready for school and help make sure they have their homework and are dressed, ate breakfast, brushed their hair, yada yada. Or else I'll feed Thomas his breakfast and unload/load the dishwasher. Pretty much whatever Amanda wants me to help her out with that morning.
Then Chapin drives Sophie to school on his morning route to work, and Amanda takes Tobin to school and either helps out at his school, gets groceries, goes to some appointment, or does a workout, or a mix of a few of those, and all the while I'm feeding Thomas his breakfast, and helping him stay enthralled with some toy in the living room or outside.
Then I put Thomas down for his first nap at 9, and I run around like crazy picking up toys from the night before, cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, ironing, homework, work-out, shower,-pretty much as much as I can fit into a 45 min-1 1/2 hr time slot.
Then I feed Thomas a bottle, change him into an outfit, and play with him until Amanda comes home or until I feed him lunch.
Then Amanda usually gives me a three hour break when she gets home (she's awesome) and I can finish whatever I didn't get done while Thomas was sleeping, or take a nap or check the book. Whatever I fancy.
Then one of us will pick up Tobin from preschool, then Sophie from school, then it totally depends from there. Sometimes they have piano, after school programs, swimming, a play date, ya know whatever's goin on.
Then have them do homework, shower, jammies, Amanda's an amazing cook so she usually makes a great dinner that we all sit together and eat, then bedtime for everyone. Pretty much by 7 or 7 30.
So then the rest of the evening is mine! To usually drown in a bunch of online college homework! But hey, I'm so happy I get so much free-time.
Then I get Saturdays and Sundays off, so that's suuuuper great.
I usually have all my crazy experiences/adventures on the weekends.
Except today, I swear I saw Sandra Bullock pull out of this one private school parking lot. And me and Amanda discussed it and debated it a long time and decided it couldn't have been her... bummer.
Wanna know some things I've learned about L.A.?
-there are a bunch of hippies here that know all about organic and soaking grains and raw milk/honey, and all the random health stuff I love to do. I told one girl that I don't really like to eat meat. Usually only fish. And she said, Oh you're pescitarian? And I was truly shocked she actually knew the technical name for it. Her response? Ya well, welcome to L.A.
-Not as humid as I thought. It's quite nice actually. It's like lotion in the air. I got sunburned while at the Bellair Bay Club on a beach with the family monday (insanely posh and fabulous), and I haven't even peeled because of all the moisture in the air. Cross your fingers!!
-Drivers aren't as crazy as I thought, but the roads are horrid.
-California drivers go bonkers when it rains tho. Their brains fall out or somethin and they don't remember how to drive. They would NOT survive winters in Utah. Just sayin.
-Parallel parking is... everywhere. oy.
-one way roads!
-workers for everything. (not necessarily at our house though)from nannies, to gardeners, to chefs, maids, window cleaners, people to wash your car (seriously!), piano teachers, personal skateboard lessons, valet parking(I haven't had to do that yet. I don't know how that goes down. Do I pay him? before? after? I just hand him the BMW keys??? idk. sketchy.), you name it-they have it!
-alarm systems. more of a nuisance than anything. So much louder than fire alarms and so touchy! my goodness! And in Beverly Hills and Bellair they have full-on patrol officers just for beverly hills and bellair security. So if you don't call and say you set it off on accident, they come full force. ay cha cha!
-weird street lights.
-no one smiles. and if you smile at them, they smile back but give you a look like, "do I know you or somethin?"
This is a crazy adventure and I'm trying to soak it all in! It's late and I have to get up early...
I'll update soon!
Xo
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