Thursday, November 13, 2008

Pumpkin Patch Pics

It's that time of year and every blog has them. We certainly couldn't go without.
You'll notice a few pics of our carvings in there - we were so bumbed because they rotten the very next day! We were really proud though, Hayden carved the bat. There is also a pic of a new family ritual - Bear rides up the stairs. Its so fun to watch the kids try to stay on all the way to their room. We have had a few casualties but nothing too serious yet.


Halloween Party


First, notice the number of kids in this picture. Then notice that they are in our back yard! We ended up with 27 (relieving compared to the 40 that were invited) kids at our house for Hayden and Halle's Halloween Party. I NEVER intended to get myself into such an undertaking. But, when I mentioned to Hayden that we could have a little Halloween Party and invite a some preschool friends, I didn't realize that to Hayden, 'preschool friends' means his whole entire class! As we sat down to decide who to invite, and I could tell that Hayden had no intention of discriminating between those he was "better friends" with than others, I knew we would be inviting ALL 31 friends. I was not about to encourage him to be selective, that day will come soon enough I'm sure.
It turned out to be a huge success. Brian was super helpful and built a tower of hay in the yard for the kids to climb and jump on. My mother in law saved the day by renting tables and chairs, baking all the cookies for decorating, facilitating many of the stations and most important, keeping the kids from entering the house with their glass of "spooky punch" which was lemonade with black food coloring and dry ice in it. It was a great opportunity to talk to Hayden about the role of being a host and serving people in our home, which coincidentally was the theme of the current unit in his AWANA curriculum. It was also a great opportunity for me to connect more with some of the other preschool moms that I don't know well. Moms of classmates is one of my main communities I am connected to these days and I know that it will remain so for some time as the kids get older. I really value the relationships that I have with other moms and look forward to times like these to further solidify them. It took a day or so to recover but we all survived and now I am feeling off the hook for any sort of Christmas festivity!

Psalty and the Pink Fishy

We had so much fun this Halloween and I must say I was very fulfilled by the costume selection. In previous years I have felt torn by my desire to keep things simple, not spend much money or energy on such an undeserving holiday but also wanting to take the opportunity to be creative, encourage creativity in my kids and live up to my moms standard of NEVER (not once in my whole childhood!) succumbing to the cheesy store bought commercial and licensed character costumes.
At first, I thought we would just reuse our costumes from last year because they all still fit. Sounded simple and better yet, FREE. Then Hayden kept telling me several different things he wanted to be, all of which would have been tough to pull off. But when he geniusly thought of dressing as Psalty the singing songbook, a beloved character in our family, I knew I was going to have to step up to the task. Despite a very busy October and little time to spend on it, I was pretty happy with the final product. I decided at the last minute not to make him wear blue tights and a leotard underneath. Halle said from the start, despite her choice of princess costumes already in her closet, that she wanted to be a pink fishy. I had to comply with her requests as well but you will notice from the pics that she wore several different outfits in for our pre-day activities because the fishy did not come to be until 1 hr before we left for trick or treating Friday afternoon. Halle and I went to the fabric store and she chose the exact fabric she wanted, this was the best I could do.
I must also write about how proud we were of Hayden. He wore his costume to his Halloween party, to his preschool field trip where they performed Halloween songs for the elderly at a retirement home, and all day on Halloween. It was awkward and cumbersome and I think at times he was a bit embarrassed knowing that his costume, especially among a group of 4 year olds, was very different. But, he stuck it out, confident in his excitement about being Psalty. It was also a fun opportunity to tell his friends (and for me to tell his friends parents) who he was supposed to be! Very few actually knew.
Enjoy the pics!


HSM3


I cant help myself.  I was just reminded of my enthusiasm by the Sara Lee commercial that features the cast and I have to announce to that I LOVE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL.  I dragged Brian to the theater to see it last weekend (he still hasn't forgiven me) and it was awesome.  The acting is horrible, the cheese is unbelievably sickening but the dancing and the ensemble pieces are so great.  And, its just good wholesome fun.  Go see it.

I'm Back.

Its been too long since I've had the time to sit down and blog.  We have been super busy around here or at least it feels like it because I have the energy level of a sloth these days (not to mention the physical resemblance).
But, at the present moment, I am sitting on the couch ALONE in the house watching Live with Regis and Kelly.  GLORY!!!!! I have some fun new pics to post so we'll see how far I get........
If you are one of the rare few who still actually check my blog despite the long silence, I thank you for staying interested.
 

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

To Know or Not To Know

.....that is the question.
Well, it WAS anyway.  The answer has since been decided.  
Ever since we knew we were expecting again we had been undecided about whether or not to find out the sex of the baby.  The fact that we even considered not knowing was unusual for us but once we had one of each, I felt different about the issue.  It's funny to me how much our indecision allowed others to feel the liberty to express their thoughts on the matter.  You would never say to someone who knew what they were having "oh, its way better not to find out!" but since I was questioning it, I heard it all the time.  I was hesitant to agree though.  Others I spoke with (it is often a topic of conversation with strangers because I work in a maternity store!) who had obviously known the sex of their children would often makes comments like "oh, you're so strong for waiting it out" or "I never had the strength to do that" as if it's some noble deed that requires extra determination and good will.  The funny thing is that even though I often told people I didn't plan to find out, the truth was I really wasn't sure what I was going to do.  I didn't feel like I had enough of a reason not to know (other than just to be able to say that I didn't).
So, as the day approached, Brian and I got to talking about it a little more seriously.  The great part about that is that we actually had time to talk at all, a rare occasion in this season of life! We were afforded some time to go on a date (thank you Jenny and Ryan!) for our anniversary (6 years!, phew!) and after discussing various reasons as to why we would or would not want to find out, we made our decision.  The thought of it was, at very first, offensive to me but overtime, I started to get more used to it. In the end, it was obviously right for us.
So............I do not know the gender of the baby I am carrying in my belly nor will I find out until he/she is born.  Brian, on the other hand, had a private viewing of the genitals this afternoon and DOES know the baby's sex.  I was able to watch his face as the mystery was unveiled to him which was rather neat.  His response gave me no hint and I trust he will continue to keep the secret well.  He will tell no one until the final announcement on the day of delivery. 
Once again, I would have liked to scan and post a picture of the little peanut for you to see but the process is still too time consuming for me to commit to right now.  I thought I'd pass on the google photos this time though.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Grand Opening


Last Sunday we had a grand opening celebration in our store. We formally invited a few people who have helped us in significant ways along the way but any and everyone was welcome (especially anyone who wanted to buy something!!!!). It was our chance to publicly recognize and thank those whose hard work we would not have survived without.
Here are some pics. I wanted to share so many because they help give a glimps of the "final product" that my last post was missing.

Bellybou' in the Making

So, FINALLY, I get around to posting some pics of Bellybou'. Unfortunately, I was afforded the time to do so only because of how terribly slow the first half of my day has been here in the store. I am working on Bellybou's very own blog, (which you can find in the link section here or by way of our website) and figured I should probably attend too mine a bit to since its been a shamefully long time.
Every so often during, the crazy madness of the weeks prior to opening, I would muster up the brain power to remember to bring the camera along with me to the store. Sadly, we only have a small collection of pics from a few tireless days of work on the interior decor but I wanted to share them because you can still really see the progression as we dressed walls, constructed furniture and brought in inventory. Be sure to check the blog for recent updates on our inventory here.
Enjoy!

Friday, July 11, 2008

New Babies


I'm back.  Having 2 new babies is the reason I've been gone for so long.  To be clear, there is ONE  in my belly - almost 14 weeks old now.  Praise God for His amazing gifts.  The other is Bellybou', Roseville's new and only maternity boutique, started by myself and friends, Katie and Haley, who is due August 11, now only some 4 weeks away! "Carrying" them both has made the last few months more than intense.  Example: life in the Ganyo house has been chaotic to say the least.  Things are beyond messy.  I cant find what I did with the 8 week ultasound pic of my baby and cant fathom taking the time to look for it let a lone scan and upload it here, SO....I googled "8 week ultrasound" and 'got a generic version for the sake of this post.  Terrible, I know, but it looked pretty similar........pics of Bellybou' coming soon.  I hope to write more often but cant make any promises. 

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Ballet and Basketball


I guess you could say we have little proteges.  It has been really fun to have the kids involved in activities.  It makes us feel so official in our familial roles by having to "take Hayden to soccer". We may have been a little too in to our newfound official-ness when we decided to have Hayden in B ball, soccer and gymnastics all at the same time.  He decided to cut out soccer with no influence from Brian, Im sure! Poor Halle's only thrill was to watch her brother in all his activities.  The second of two in a row inevitable gets the shaft when you compare all you did with the first. I decided we needed to do something together.  Ballet class, of course.  

The few weeks before the class started I had been telling Halle all about it and she was getting really amped.  When I was pregnant with Hal, the dancers I was teaching gave me a pair of ballet shoes (real ones) in the smallest size they make as a gift.  They have been in the back of the closet for 2.5 years until last week when I pulled them out and realized THEY FIT.  I almost cried.  I remembered when I got them thinking it was going to be sooooooo long before they would fit her.  The bittersweet day had come.   


So we tried on the shoes and her leotard and practiced plie and passe around the house.  When it came time for our first class we were very excited.  We rushed to get there on time only to realize that, although I had written all the info down on my calendar, my failing mom brain won again and we missed the class because it stated 45 minutes earlier.  It took everything with in me not to break down in tears right there in front of all the other moms and kids.  I had only begun to realize the depth of the vested emotion here.  After an unsuccessful first attempt, out of sheer desperation, I convinced the teacher (young high school gymnast), after telling her Halle was almost 3 (2 and 5 months counts as 'almost' right?) , to let her try to go in with the 4 and 5 year old class that was starting just then.  I was thinking in my head there was no way Halle would do it because this whole time we'd been talking about us dancing together but I was desperate for any sort of consolation in my grief.  To my utter surprise, she went right out there and joined the class.  She followed all the teachers instructions, did all the stretches and even the across the floor!  She was actually the most attentive one there.  I was totally shocked.  It was the most precious thing I had ever seen.  I cant begin to explain the emotion that was going on inside me.  All I know is that, as a dancer, watching your daughter in dance class for the very first time is SUPER intense.  Everything Halle did amazed me.  Poor Hayden who brought a backpack full of toys and books to occupy him did nothing but listen to me continually freak out as I was watching her.  It went something like this:
"Hayden! Look at your sister! Look at her batmas, she it totally doing it!......Hayden! Look at Halle! Look, she's already in first position, she knows exactly what to do!!!"
She lasted about 25 minutes until she came running to me saying "no more passe, mommy, no more passe".  It was good enough for me.  25 minutes was more than enough to get me rolling in all kinds of thoughts about whether Halle will really be good at Ballet (has my feet, bad news), what program I should put her in to begin and when, etc. etc.  I always just thought we'd give Ballet a try and see what happened.  If only it were really that simple!
I couldn't believe what had just happened to me.  The whole rest of the day I had this awe struck favor for Hal.  I was so so proud and it seems to cheesy but it was so real and intense. Like I said, I cant explain it but I have a feeling someone else might relate. 

As for basketball, it is a blast to watch but there are really no emotions here......
Just a whole lot of excitement and encouragement when he makes a shot like he did here!

Nice form, eh? (Like I'd know!)




Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Mariposa


The day has finally come.  We have undergone a rite of passage into bonifide family life.  We are proud new pet owners (if you don't count our 2 Nemos, four chickens and 17 ants that no longer reside inside the ant farm thanks to Halle who ripped the lid off and let them escape, as pet which we really don't because, well, they're just not the same).  She won Hayden's affection after crawling into his lap as he and Brian were deciding which kitten to bring home.  She's a lap cat for sure and is particularly fond of me which excites me greatly because all I've ever wanted these days was someone else who wants to snuggle in my face while sleeping and sit on me all day long!
She was a gift to Halle (who, like Boo from Monsters Inc., affectionately calls anything soft "kitty" and is in love with animals in general which makes us want to move before she gets any older and decides she should go to Davis and become a vet! Not that there is anything wrong with Davis it's just that we have already made it really clear to our kids that they don't really have a choice but to attend Cal Poly) from her daddy which was really cute.  Hayden wanted to name her butterfly which we strongly opposed so we compromised and told him we could call her 'Mari' (properly pronounced MAU-dy for all you gringos like Brian), short for Mariposa which means butterfly in Spanish.  Here she is.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Mama's Boy

I know that the relationship of a mother to her son involves something special and unique, something different than what is had between a mother and daughter.  Not having grown up with boys in the house, I had no idea of this special bond before my son was born.  I saw a glimpse of it in my husband and his mother but I could never had imagined what was in store for me.......... Full-blown obsession, him with me, that is .  What is a mother to do? The dilemma at hand seems of utmost importance.  At a time when young boys are "typically" disconnecting from their mothers and identifying more and more with their fathers and their shared masculinity, my son in no less interested in me.  I suppose I should be grateful for the undying affection knowing that there will come (and friends have reassured me that it WILL INDEED come) a time when he will want little or nothing to do with me, but I cant help but think that something needs to be done.  I've spent hours mulling over this, praying and reading (not always the best thing) and I have come to a pretty solid conclusion.  I will always gladly receive Hayden's love.  I will never reject or be ungrateful for his affection.  I will not always respond to him with the same sentimentality that he has with me.  When he adoringly tells me that he loves me so much I will matter of factly tell him how I feel about him.  I will continue to encourage him to bond with Brian in the best way I know how and I will continue to pray for their relationship.  As of now, this is all I can do.  I wonder if one day I will look back on all my concern and laugh and wish that I had cherished this time more........



A welcomed display of affection......posing for a few pictures without the cheeseball smile




Bug Watching

We went to the park yesterday for some kite flying in hopes of getting the thing off the ground.  All previous attempts had failed on account of lack of wind.  This time however, we realized that this problem may not have been the wind at all but rather the quality of the kite.  I guess thats what you get for $1.99 at Walmart.  Anyway, we decided to make use of a beautiful afternoon by hunting for bugs in an overgrown empty lot just up the street from the park.  The bug obsession is genetic apparently.  Im just glad we didn't come home with any pets!

Hayden was dressed for the occasion in camo.



Viewing the larva of some bug and listening to a lecture on its particular life cycle.  Thrilling!


The afternoon was almost ruined when Brian (jokingly) told Hayden to watch out for snakes! Not funny, dad!  


Halle need constant reassurance that the bugs would not hurt her.  She turned to her daddy, of course.

All we really found were ladybugs..............

  

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Spring Break


This was the best spring beak I've had since college! Okay, its really the only "spring break" I've had since college but since Hayden didn't have preschool and I didn't have to teach dance (which restricts me from traveling anywhere during the week, ever) I felt FREE.  We hit the road to grandmas and had an action packed week filled with Shopping (of course, it's OC!), Disneyland, Hayden's first Major League baseball game (Go Angels!) and of course, the beach.  Whew. As if that wasn't enough, we left OC to join up with the rest of the Ganyo fam (and several friends) in Santa Cruz where Auntie Jenny ran a half marathon.  Here's a pic of me and the SIL after our races (I just ran the 10K, Im done with half marathoning for now!)

Old Stomping Grounds






We spent a weekend in SLO a few weeks a go.  I should say we spent the weekend in South SLO County because that seems to be the place to be these days! And we were glad to be there.  The company of good friends was like medicine.  We celebrated our brother in law's graduation from Cal Poly, reconnected with dear friends, and hit the beach (despite the freezing cold and windy weather) in hopes of some decent family photos.  Many thanks Kacy who bore the elements with us and managed to get quite a few good shots despite Halle's dreadful unwillingness to cooperate.  Here are a few of the only real family pics we have since Jenny and Ryan's wedding 16 mo. ago.   

Monday, March 24, 2008

Easter





This year seemed particularly stressful due to the fact that its next to impossible to get a picture of the four of us where everyone looks normal.  sigh......someday

We Finished!






Here's some pics of the big race.  We both finished and remained injury free which were the main goals.  I finished in 2:11 and Brian shortly after at 2:17.  The family was there to cheer us on at mile 11 and 12, just when we needed it the most! 

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

"The Woodland Police Dept. locates a stolen vehicle after the driver led the Yolo County Sheriffs Dept. on a high-speed pursuit.  The driver reached speeds of 100 mph on Saturday morning, shaking off Sheriff's deputies cars near the Yolo-County Fairgrounds.  A Woodland Police K-9 unit located the suspected driver one block away on Gum St. and Barbara Way, where the suspect was taken into custody."
-Woodland Daily Democrat

We're really glad they finally caught this guy because the truck you see there is Brian's.  It was stolen from in front of our house at about 5 pm on Friday.  Thankfully it was returned to us but not after he dumped the entire contents of the truck including both our car seats, our best stroller, favorite sippy cups  and other necessary and favorite belongings.  These items have yet to be recovered.  I don't know that I would want them back now anyway not knowing where they've been.  Poor Brian was caring for the kids by himself last weekend when it happened. Such is life I suppose, worse things could have been.........

Halle Turns Two!