Conservatives are Liberal...Givers

Before I get to the meaning of the title of this blog, let me first apologize that you had to see my face umpteen times thanks to Jana's post. I can only imagine the wrath I would incur if I did that to her but it was still sweet of her nonetheless. I'm a lucky man! Now many of you might be wondering why I've posted this picture of a man that looks like a bee-stung, swollen and bloated Al Gore. Well, it actually is Al Gore, believe it or not! Apparently, he's been eating well these last few years thanks to the success of this thing called the "internet" he invented. I posted this pic because it has something to do with an interesting article I read this week. I occasionally check a website called realclearpolitics.com and I'd highly recommend it. It's not left or right leaning in my opinion and they've got some good stuff on there. One of this week's articles was really interesting. While liberals will constantly berate conservatives for not caring about the needy and maintain that liberals care more for the poor, Arthur C. Brooks counters that argument with his research published in "Who Really Cares: The Surprising Truth About Compassionate Conservatism." It turns out that conservatives are actually more charitable in donations than liberals. Here's some of the interesting points...
-- Although liberal families' incomes average 6 percent higher than those of conservative families, conservative-headed households give, on average, 30 percent more to charity than the average liberal-headed household ($1,600 per year vs. $1,227).
-- Conservatives also donate more time and give more blood.
The single biggest predictor of someone's altruism is religion. It increasingly correlates with conservative political affiliations because, as Brooks' book says, "the percentage of self-described Democrats who say they have 'no religion' has more than quadrupled since the early 1970s."
Now for the kicker: In 2000, brows were furrowed in perplexity because Vice President Al Gore's charitable contributions, as a percentage of his income, were below the national average: He gave 0.2 percent of his family income, one-seventh of the average for donating households.
So there you have it. For this week's Youtube post, the video is from one of Jana's friend's blogs. Yes, we expect these people to run their own country when troops finally pullout.
I also really love it when Dallas laughs but man I wish he would laugh like this kid...


My husband is handsome....

Dontcha think?
We all know I am going to be in huge trouble for this one :)


The Easter Bunny found us in Rexburg

Dallas and I spent his first Easter in Rexburg with Nana and Aunt Stacie. Luckily, the Easter bunny still found us.

I know, every one else posts pictures of their kids in their darling Easter outfits, and somehow I always end up with pictures of my son nude.

Dallas loved the ducky the Easter Bunny brought him:

Then when we got home Cool Mama and Hep Cat had sent him an even BIGGER, softer one! He loved this one SO MUCH that it even replaced his monkey when he went to bed that night:

We had an awesome weekend with Stacie in Rexburg (even though we did miss Daddy). It was so fun to see where she lives, studies, and works. On Saturday night we went to BYU-I's Extravadance. Stacie works in the costume shop and made pretty much every AMAZING costume the dancers wore. Seriously, when I was a dancer I would have KILLED for some of those costumes.

I can't believe I left without a single picture of Stacie and Dallas together. I'll just sum it up by saying he LOVES her, as every kid does! We love you Stace!


Clint's first post

Well, somehow Jana conned me into blogging and seeing as how it's been a bit of a slow week news-wise, I thought I'd blog about something else. I was thinking about how so many women (and so few men) will be reading this blog and yesterday I realized that I'm a feminist. Now, before you jump to conclusions and start pumping your fist in the air and man-hating, let me explain. I am NOT your typical feminist. I actually cringe at the thought of hairy-armpitted women wearing Birkenstocks. I'm what you'd call a "literary feminist." "But Clint, what the crap is that?" you might ask. Well, I just happen to like women authors. A lot. Because I'm an American Studies major (10 bonus points for anyone who can comment and tell me what that means I study) I do a LOT of reading. From the umpteen books I read last semester, Kate Chopin's The Awakening was probably my favorite book. It's old (published 1899) but it's short, powerful and intriguing. It's about a woman living off the coast of Louisiana who struggles to fit the role society has prescribed her, and there's some romance in there for all you hopeless romantics. It's no Danielle Steele novel though, and at only 100 or so pages, I'd highly recommend it (swing by our house if you want to borrow it). I think this really surprised me for a few reasons. First of all, it's just plain weird for a man to call himself a feminist of any variety, let alone one who has a whopping two (yes, two!) female singers in his music collection (Natalie Merchant and Britney Spears-not exactly peas in a pod). The third reason my feminist leanings are surprising might actually cause a blast of negative comments from this blog so hold onto your butts--here it goes: I hate Oprah. ::pause for gasps:: Okay, "hate" is a strong word, but I really don't get her at all. Maybe it's her narcissism. Maybe it's the fact that she has to be on EVERY cover of her O Magazine. Just maybe it's the fact that she spawned the popularity of Dr. Phil. Whatever the reason, I just don't like her. End of story.
Now, if I can remember to do this, I'm gonna try every Friday to post a video from YouTube that I happen to like and take a poll from the readers of this blog. This week's question: If you were stranded on a desert island, what secular book would you take with you?
This week's video: What happens when a video of a dorky kid playing Jedi Master with a broomstick gets in the hands of some special effects guys? See the sad but funny video to find out...



I am a terrible scrapbooker. I am not creative enough or patient enough for it. As a result, I have a gigantic tupperware full of pictures and no scrapbooks since I was about 15. Last month, my mom started trying to catch up on hers and decided to do it digitally. After seeing how AWESOME hers turned out, I copied her. My first book came in the mail last week and Clint and I are both really happy with it. It is so much easier (and cheaper) than regular scrapbooking. Plus, since it is printed like a book, it is much mor durable and hopefully will be a great heirloom. I already have another one going for 2008 and I am totally up to date - it's so great. I can take pictures and the very next day upload them and finish a whole event's "scrapbooking" in about a half hour. It is definitely more limited option-wise than regular scrapbooking, but you can actually still make them pretty cute. I seriously recommend this to anyone who wants a simple, easy way to not have to scrapbook.

Here are the details if you're interested:
It's a free download for the software. The learning curve wasn't too bad either!


How I tricked my husband into blogging

So Clint has been telling me forever that he will post on our blog, too. It is, afterall, OUR blog, not mine. Plus, I feel like all I ever blog about is Dallas. Which, don't get me wrong, is wonderful since he is the cutest kid in the world. But I feel like blogs should be a lot more witty and deal with a lot more pressing issues than changing diapers and sleep habits. So I made a decision today. Since Clint is super politically informed and is ALWAYS reading the news, emailing me interesting articles, etc, I am declaring Fridays Clint's "News Day". He will post something political, interesting or just really weird from the news that week.

Clint will find out about this the next time he checks this blog :). Until then, enjoy my contribution:


Don't worry, I'm sure Clint's posts will be much more captivating. This is coming from the girl who loves newsoftheweird.com and is proud when she reads the newspaper (ok, the comics). I am not exactly a current affairs buff like he is.


Tagged again, again

Now Elyse and my sister Stacie have both tagged me with different tags. I have done Elyse's a few times, so I'm using Stacie's format. If you don't want to read yet another set of useless Jana info, then don't.

10 years ago:
I was 12 and I was really really fat. 'Nuf said.

5 things on my list to do today:
1. Get the safety/emissions done on my car
2. Go for a run with Dallas and try to burn off more of my baby belly
3. Make dinner - Salmon Ceasar Salad is on the menu for tonight
4. Make cupcakes for my new next-door neighbors
5. Give Dallas a bath - one of my favorite times of day because he is SO cute splashing around!

3 of my bad habits:
1. Falling asleep on the couch EVERY night. I always try so hard not to, but the next thing I know Clint is waking me up to go to bed.
2. Driving too fast.
3. Putting my make-up on in the car on the way to work. Again, everyday I tell myself I won't do it, but I end up doing it anyway.

5 places I have lived:
1. Antioch, CA
2. San Ramon, CA
3. Alpine, UT
4. Provo, UT
5. Saratoga Springs, UT

5 jobs I have had:
1. Alpine Peaks Dance - receptionist
2. Alpine Peaks Dance - jazz & ballet instructor
3. BYU Admissions - phone answerer and peon
4. MegaGPS - customer service
5. Mommy - handling very smelly things all day.

10 years from now:
Dallas will be 10 (wow, that's weird) and I will probably have 3 other kids. Hopefully I won't be working full time anymore and hopefully Clint will be working full time :). I'm sure I will be really really tired and frumpy by then. And I will love every minute of it!


Mommy Torture

Did any of you try or use the Cry-It-Out method (or any variation of it)? Good or bad experiences? Let me know... I am in the middle of a moral dilemma. I have tried every book and theory on sleep out there, and this is all I have left. Trying to decide if I should do it or not so I thought I'd throw it out there and see if anyone has any personal experiences with it. I know some people think it's super mean, but I personally really enjoy sleeping and at this point I would do anything to get a full night. So refrain from commenting if it's only to say I'm terrible :). Just kidding, comment away. Thanks, girls (and boys... do any boys read my blog?)



I have a Great Great Grandma (which means Dallas has a Great Great Great Grandma). We call her Bedstemor (she is German). She is so awesome. She is my Great Grandma's stepmother, so she's not quite old enough to actually be my Great Great Grandma, but she is very old all the same -- she is 102, although she doesn't believe anyone when they tell her that.

This past weekend, my Granny got a call from her nursing home saying that she had stopped eating and she should come out to say her goodbyes. So Granny, along with Aunt Susan and Uncle Ed, came out as soon as possible. The morning they got here, Bedstemor woke up and asked for pancakes for breakfast. Ironic. But we are all glad she is doing well again. Anyway, we decided to go up and make a visit on Sunday with Granny. Bedstemor was absolutely thrilled to meet Dallas. I wasn't sure how he would react, but he couldn't stop smiling at her -- he totally made her day!

Here is Dallas with Bedstemor:

Dallas with Granny:
Dallas with Aunt Susan:
Four Generation Picture:

Six Generation Picture (minus my Great Grandma, who passed away about 10 years ago):


Dallas is 4 months old!

Dallas had his 4 month appointment last night. He is right on track with where he should be - rolling over belly to back, pushing up on his arms during tummy time, cooing, reaching for things, etc.

Here are his stats:

Height: 25.5 inches (50th percentile)
Weight: 14 lb. 14 oz. (50th percentile)
Head: 44 (90th percentile)

When the doctor came in he made a comment about how Dallas looks big for his age (we've been hearing that a lot lately). Then, when we looked at his size and saw that his height and weight are totally average, we realized it is just because his head is the size of a 4 YEAR old, not a 4 MONTH old. Bless his little heart... hopefully it means he'll be smart. Good job, Dallas! For someone who was born such a little twirp, you're doing great! I love my chubby little man.


Go ahead and cry for me, Susanna.

I am officially a mom. Sometimes I feel like I am just playing house - even though I never woke up in the middle of the night to rock my baby dolls when I played house. But, you know what I mean. Inside, I think we will always feel like we are still 12 and the reality that we are wives and mothers seems a little strange. Well, yesterday that reality really sunk in. I was cooking dinner and Dallas was playing on the living room floor, not paying attention to me at all. Suddenly, I realized I was singing. No, not something respectable like hymns or even something from the radio. I was singing "Oh Susanna, don't you cry for me. I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee." You think I spend most of my time with a 4 month old? Oh my goodness. So, "Susanna", go ahead and cry for me. For the next 25 years, I will be totally out of touch with the world and will only talk in baby talk and sing nursery songs.