Saturday Nights

Saturday nights have definitely changed. Not that I've ever been that terribly exciting of a person, but occasionally I would get dressed up and go out dancing with my girl friends. Later, Tor and I would meet up with friends and have a couple beers. I've always been a little flabbergasted that these nights started so late. Why can't people have fun at 8:00 pm instead of midnight? What do other people do for those four hours??? I usually fell asleep on the couch waiting to go out. Now that we have a baby our entertainment has changed again. I'm not ready for a baby sitter quite yet, plus they're kinda expensive, and I definitely can't stay up until 2 am. I might DIE.

So we use what we got.

Around this time of year that's a baby and a pumpkin. Please don't call child protective services, the kid had fun too :)

This is Leah-- the chimp at the zoo. Tor gets a kick out of this every time we go and we have about 1 bagillion pictures of her.

We like to call this the Lars O'Lantern. We filled it with warm water and it was like a little mini punkin' hot tub. I wish they made them in size Leah.

Birthdays & Babies

It's official. Lars is becoming human. There for a while I was convinced he was going to stay this wriggling, demanding, eating and pooping machine. But then-- bam he started interacting with us. He laughs and smiles and makes cute little coo-coo noises. He is still wriggly and demanding, but I can put up with that part just to see another of his sweet little smiles. He's also BRILLIANT. Any time a camera comes out to verify these changes he clams up and makes a frowny face. He also likes to cry when he's on skype. Like I said, Brilliant.

On another note: Tor's Birthday party was super fun. We had it on the roof and there was only a light drizzle for part of the time. We had a couple party crashers who proceeded to make out in the hot tub, big-time (I thought it might be funny to tell the story of Lars' hot tub experience and see them sputter). Other than that it was a very fun night. Thanks to everyone who came and those of you who didn't... Suckers!

Surfing Oregon

IT was an absolutely B-E-A-utiful weekend and so we decided to hit the Oregon coast for a little sun and surf. We found this great beach and and perfect weather. Tor braved the frigid waters to do a little surfing. He explained later that every time his head went under the water he got an ice cream headache. I prefer to get my ice cream headaches the old fashioned way...

We three at the beach

At the Portland zoo. These little girls really liked Lars, or the next ad for United Colors of Beneton (I thought these were sooo cool in 8th grade).

Lars looking super "fly" in his froggie stuff. Get it?

Happy Birthday to Me!

I turned 30 on September 1st. Yes... that's right, 30. I feel 24 and I think it's because I took this quiz on the Internet a few months ago when I was pregnant and bored and it told me that my REAL age is 24. This is due to the fact that I don't smoke, drink rarely, and I lied and said that I exercise moderately. The computer jiggled its garthump and came up with the arbitrary number of 24. So, I feel 24. I'm glad I'm not 24 however because I'm MUCH happier at 30 then I ever was at 24. I have so much to be grateful for: I have a wonderful husband, two sets of family that I love, a great group of friends I've had FOREVER, and a beautiful baby that just took a big ole poo in my lap and is looking sublimely happy. What more could a girl ask for? Not that I wouldn't accept a few belated gifts...

Tor saying "Hi" from the OR.

Lars looking very "G" in his hoodie.

Our first hike with Lars on the outside. He slept the whole time. Wish Tor would carry me in a pack.

My baby is now very mad that he is still sitting in his poo while I write this blog. Some people are so demanding!

Directional Water Faucets

I have always envied the male "water faucet" for one simple reason: public restrooms. No woman wants to use one, no man is afraid of one. That is because our equipment only goes one direction while the male species can use theirs in any sort of fun manner, including snow art. I USED to be envious... until my small son (who doesn't know how to control his yet) started peeing in his own face. I would blame my lack of knowledge in this area, except it has happened when Tor is changing him too. Here's the scenario: Lars has a dirty diaper and like all responsible parents we try to change the diaper, we TRY... As we are lifting his little bottom to clean all surface areas, we hear noises from up above. We put down the legs and Lars is sputtering and crying a little and there is wetness everywhere. One time-- a fluke, three times-- and maybe we need to look into some sort of cover up. The peepee teepee has been recommended. Anyone with a similar equipment failure have suggestions? 'Cause like I said, mine only goes in the one direction.

Lars loves to suck his dad's finger. He actually grabs it and directs it towards his mouth.

Tor and fellow male baby handlers.

Grandma Ann and Lars

Papa Lasse with grandchildren

Grandma D with Lars

Grandpa T!

Diarrhea at the Opera

Tor and I took Lars to the park for some culture. Apparently Lars does not like culture. We were sitting there enjoying the live music and eating some tasty gyros when little Lars started fussing. I picked him up to inconspicuously feed him under my "hooter hider" when I noticed a little brown on his leg. I asked Tor where it came from-- to which I got an you're an idiot look. Little did I know that the entire back half of Lars was brown. Tor scooped him up along with diaper bag and blanket (he has a little super hero in him) and took him away to get cleaned up. I looked down and noticed the front of my shirt had two wet spots where my ginormous boobs usually are. So, I followed my menfolk out of the park to a bench. By the time I got there Tor was sweating profusely and Lars was contentedly enjoying the balmy summer air. We proceeded to enjoy the music while looking at the beautiful roses in complete privacy.

We did notice that Lars had poop on his back and neck a little later. We have no idea how it got THERE.

Lars in the big kids bed.

Drunk on milk

Our check up with my best friend Julia. Lars was back to birth weight!

Welcome Lars!

Lars Thomas Sandven entered the world at 4:40 am on August 4th. He is probably the cutest baby ever born, I have to admit. I was a little worried because I am pretty critical of babies and kids, and so it would be fitting for me to have an ugly kid. Tor and I worried he would be late and our families would miss seeing him so we tried every possible way of him coming out early. I bought tea and we walked and yes... other things. In the end all it took was some berry pickin' and a hot tub.

Here's how that story goes. On the 3rd of August Tor and I decided to go to Sauvie Island in Portland to pick berries. It was super hot and afterward I didn't feel very good. We headed home and decided to get in the hot tub for a few minutes while our homemade berry ice cream was brewing. We were sitting in said hot tub when all of a sudden I felt a small gush. I wondered to myself "self, did I just pee, no I think not". I do sometimes pee in hot tubs and pools, as every honest person will admit, just like we ALL pick our nose and fart, but, I digress. So I leaned over and whispered to Tor "How do you know if your water breaks in the hot tub?" He whispered back "I just read that question, it will keep leaking...". "Well" I said, "I think it just broke." Then we hurriedly got out of the hot tub. To understand better, I should explain that it is a community hot tub and there are never any people in it... ever. But tonight there were three other people. One girl said as I stood up, "Oh, you were hiding a little surprise under there weren't you!" I just smiled and thought to myself-- more than you want to know. We waddled down to our apartment with a towel between my legs and I hopped in the shower to make sure it wasn't me just peeing uncontrollably. Come to find out my water did break. Seven hours later little Lars entered the world and the chlorine sufficiently cleaned the hot tub. No, I did not tell any one who lives in this building what happened, nor do I plan on it. Luckily we aren't friends with anyone who lives here, so we don't have to explain why WE aren't getting in the hot tub for a while :)

Footnote: We ate the ice cream two days later when we came home from the hospital.

Hands stained with evidence of our berry thievery

Hiding the bump with berries

Baby Lars just seconds old

Our happy family

Lars could hold his head up almost immediately

He has webbed toes just like dad!

Going home from the hospital

Tor and Lars asleep

Lars is four days old!

Lars' first bath