little d man

Rocking 9 Months


Dom had his 9 month appointment today. He’s a skinny boy, only in the 10th percentile for weight now. Head and height still basically average. And he’s off the charts for radicalness, clearly.

His teachers at daycare tell me he’s guapo. I agree. He’s our guapito.

A few thoughts on 9 months:
He’s yet to crawl but loves to stand up holding on or leaning against something.
When he has the hiccups, sometimes he does a fake hiccup then looks up at me with a smile…he’s saying, “I’m funny, Mom, and you can’t help but laugh.”
He laughs a lot with his Dad.
He waves sometimes.
He claps all the time. When he finishes his dinner, I say, “All done,” and he claps.
Pogi really makes him giggle, just by looking at him.
He interrupted one of the missionaries speaking on church giggling so hard with the toddler sitting behind him.
He loves jumping.
He likes to hold the squeeze packet of apple sauce himself. He also likes holding his sippy cup with the straw himself.

He’s a good kid. We’ll keep him.


Surviving His First Campbell Family Vacation


Ah, yes, Flaco. What a loyal horse he was, standing so still for our little family picture. We set the camera up on the stroller, saddled Dom up on Flaco and said cheese. Turns out, when there isn’t anybody behind the camera making goofy noises or doing jumping jacks, Dom tends to look elsewhere. He was showing us his good side.

Last week, we joined the Campbell troupe up in Park City for the annual vacation. This was Dom’s first It was a lot of people (understatement) which mostly made for a lot of fun. If I counted on my fingers accurately, there were 32 of us up there, plus two on the way. Sounds like a party, right?

Nathan and I stayed in one room of a suite at Park City Marriott Mountainside, with Maren, Dustin and Campbie Joe in the adjoining room. Our suite had a giant soaker tub where Dom took his nightly bath. See if you can find Dom:


It was a great set up. We all had condos right next to each other so we just left room doors cracked for easy access. There was the Mom/Dad/James/Jasmine condo (the quiet condo that was just out of the reach of Dom’s monitor for naps and at night), the Mick/Tracy condo right across from ours, the Jarv/Jennie condo around the corner and the Thane/Laina/Pete/Genny condo next to theirs. We ruled one end of the third-floor hallway.

Marriott provided us with a pack and play as well as a high chair, very nice. It was an adjustment, though, to sleep with Dom in the same room and turns out, he had ear infections so he wasn’t sleeping particularly great either. But, we slept in a comfortable, king size bed. Not bad.

Campbie Joe and Dom enjoyed eating breakfast together some mornings, making good use of the resort-provided high chairs:


At the beginning of the week, Nathan was doing homework for his midterms so Dom and I joined up with some of the fam for a short hike up the Canyons Resort. It was the first time using the hiking backpack. Dom was not a fan at first, but if you can tell in the middle picture below, he soon fell asleep and took a 30 minute nap while we hiked up. I was very diligent with applying sunscreen to myself and Dom throughout the vacation but on the hike, I realized what I completely forgot: bug spray. Our short hike went up along some of the mountain biking trails, then cut away from those into thicker forest/vegetation where I started to notice some bugs but it wasn’t until we stopped at a small, man-made lake that we encountered swarms of flies. I thought for sure, one of those dirty little bugs had bit me on the ankle when a red bump started forming later that day and itched like crazy. I resisted the temptation to scratch it and within a day it had blistered. What kind of a bug bite blisters? Thane and Laina told me it looked more like a poison ivy reaction. Today, it is almost gone. Thankfully, I didn’t find any bug bites or poison-ivy blisters on Dom.

Here are some pics from our hike, which started with a Gondola ride (awesome) and finished at a small, man-made lake (okay), but was a great workout for me (splendid):




I really appreciated the time spent with Dominic and was sad to drop him off at daycare Monday morning. That was the highlight of the vacation for me: lots and lots of Dom time. The downside was that Nathan still had class and it was midterms so much of his time was spent on campus or doing homework.

On Wednesday night, to celebrate Pioneer Day, BYU gave Nathan the day off from classes and we all celebrated with an adult dinner. Somehow, my parents kept all 16 of their grandchildren alive and we enjoyed steaks at Prime Steakhouse. We all wore blue. Almost all of us, at least. Who knew…


For lunch that day, we all gathered at a bowling alley where they gave us the party room. The littlest kids had one lane, then the bigger kids had another, and the women and men each had a lane. It was the first time in my life that I had ever scored the highest in a bowling game. I rarely score over 100, but somehow knocked over enough pins to rake in over 120 points. Are you impressed? You should be. Or something. If we’d had a who-can-throw-the-bowling-ball-fastest contest, Jarv would have won (picture below). Abe would have won if we had a best-form contest. And quite sure Dom would have won if we had a most-debonair-spectator contest. Look at that boy: the epitome of confident, stylish, charming. What a little man!


On Thursday, we cruised down to Jordanelle Reservoir for Dom’s first outing on the boat. As long as we were moving, he enjoyed it. When we stopped to pull someone in or get the next wakeboarder going, he realized he was in a small life jacket that was on the verge of constricting his air supply and got upset. Hey, it was a start.


Other highlights of the vacation: pedis with the women; golfing for the men; lots and lots of swimming at the Marriott pool/hot tubs; family dinners; playing at the park; and a week of great weather.

A smattering of more pics for your viewing pleasure:


Sitting, Smiling, Bathing, Tubbing. Birds, Pogi, and Plenty of Fun!

With the Independence Day holiday this last Thursday, I took advantage and made it into an extra-specially long weekend by taking Friday off from work. It was the best!

On the 4th, Nathan was blessed with lots of homework so Dom and I left him at home with Pogi’s help while we went to the zoo. I took my camera and left it in the diaper bag until the very end. This is how this picture (below) went down:

Oh how patriotic, the bald eagles! Let’s get a picture with them behind us.

Dustin takes the camera while Maren and I line up with the boys in the stroller.


Oh, the bald eagle flew away.

Can you see the other eagle hiding in the shadow?

Dustin: sure.

Picture taken.

Looking at the picture later: look how HAPPY our two boys are! Happy 4th to you.


Dom’s favorite was probably the polar bear that was pacing around his den and then outside, making circles in the dirt.

On the way home, he had to check on me in the car: “How’s the view from up there, mom? I got my sock. Yep. Light turned green. Green means go.”


Back at home, Pogi sat with Dom for a little bonding. They had truly missed each other. Truly. Madly. Deeply.


We barbecued at my parents that evening and enjoyed some relaxing time in the hot tub. Technically, it was more of a warm tub since it was nearing 100 degrees. Dom appreciated splashing around and standing up on his own.


On Friday, after Dom’s swimming class, our family (minus Pogi) went to Tracy Aviary with Laina, Hobbes and Alice. THIS TIME WE GOT A PICTURE WITH TWO BALD EAGLES. SO PATRIOTIC.


A peacock showed off for us. Not bad, bird; not bad.


And a few other gems from the outing:


To finish the weekend strong, Dom and Dad had a staring contest. Nathan won because SOMEBODY doesn’t have a very long attention span.


And here are a few bonus pictures for you: Pogi apparently loves Dom’s jumper and Dom apparently loves his baths and his dinners!



Dog Days of Summer: A Few Thoughts

Tomorrow, July 3rd, marks the beginning of the “Dog Days of Summer.”

Who here can actually tell me the origins of that phrase?

I like it because it paints a picture in my head of a big dog, exhausted and hot from the sun, collapsing into a kiddie swimming pool filled with chilly hose water. Or something along those lines. That dog is going to be one stinky dog.

Here’s a hint: Sirius, the Dog Star. I won’t give you the answer, though. Google probably knows if you don’t.


What do YOU think of when you hear “Dog Days of Summer” and how are you going to enjoy yours this year?

It’s been crazy hot already, 105+ the last couple of days. Dom and I swam in Grumma’s pool last Saturday while Nathan and Grumma lounged in the shade. I wasn’t sure how it would go because her condo’s pool heater was broken, but the chilly water ended up being the perfect contrast to the blasting heat. Dom enjoyed splashing, kicking, floating and even dipping under the cool water with me.

I have actually been cold much of this summer so far. A/C in the office is chilly. I dress for hot weather, but they keep the offices appropriate temperature for people dressed in scarves and fingerless gloves. I think that’s our dress code at least. I take breaks to go outside and warm up. Makes sense, right?

On one other random note, we were having slow response from an application at work and appropriately deemed it a sad panda. This led to the drawing, of course, of a sad panda cartoon. And then we threw it up on the website so you could actually buy a Larrie’s-sad-panda shirt if this fulfilled your hopes and dreams (on the right on my blog). Yep. A very effective day at work. We enjoy these “sentimental, team bonding” moments. Go team.

Half a Year of Little-Man Glory

carseatnapHappy six months, Little D Man.

First off, let me say that I hope you will forgive me. I didn’t really think that raising a child would be a walk in Liberty Park, but I didn’t realize that it would be this hard. I hope that you will forgive me for being tired and losing patience, for not knowing whether I should let you cry at night, for how hard it was to nurse at first, for that time I didn’t catch your hand before you put it down in your own poop while I changed your diaper, for feeding you rice cereal when you probably wanted cake instead, for having to take you to get shots, for sucking all of the boogers out of your nose with the snotsucker, for owning something called a snotsucker, and for that Sunday morning when I needed to put you down to finish getting ready for church so I turned on the TV and had a 7-week old watch Music and the Spoken Word. I’m sure the list could go on, but that is what I thought of in two minutes.

You are a pretty incredible little man already. Every day, I am amazed at something you do. Today, it was how calmly you stared out the window as we drove to my friend, Alison’s. It had been a long day, I was later to pick you up from daycare than usual, and you were probably getting tired. But you looked content just staring out the window as we drove farther than usual.

Recently, you found how much fun it is to stick your tongue out. When I come in to get you out of your crib in the mornings, you are sticking out your tongue, you stick it out during diaper changes, when I am feeding you, at Pogi, and the best: when I am using that awesome snotsucker.

All of the teachers at daycare tell me in their cute accents how happy you are and always smiling and giggling. You are already very sociable. You smile at all of the ladies at church. You laugh at kids. You love your family and recognize them already. My favorite is how much you laugh for your cousins.

You also laugh all of the time at Pogi. And Pogi seems to enjoy it. When we get home in the evenings, we will sit on the carpet and play fetch with Pogi. You laugh. In the mornings, we call Pogi up onto the ottoman after you nurse to pet him. You laugh. When we hang out together on the weekends, Pogi is always nearby. He often comes up to greet BOTH of us, not just me, the adult. I hold your hand out for you and Pogi rubs up against it purring. This makes you smile, one of your wide, gummy smiles, drool cascading down your onesie. Pogi can’t wait until you can yank on his tail all of the time, I’m sure of it.

This week, you have been sick and it makes me feel sad, but you do not act particularly sad. You had a fever last week and now you have a barky cough. I hear you coughing during the night. Your nose is so stuffy or runny that it makes it hard to nurse at times. I know it bothers you and you get fussy, but if I hold you up and make a goofy nose with my mouth, you almost instantly smile back at me. This is when you smile cry. You want to be happy, I can tell, but you don’t feel well. Your dad blessed you to be of good cheer in your baby blessing and every day I see that is true. I am so happy for that just as I told your Aunts Natalie, Annabel and Bethany one day when you were only weeks old. My biggest want for you is for you to be happy.

We shared a lot of smiles and laughs today on your 6th-month birthday. It was a fun morning of getting ready, petting Pogi, chatting on the way to daycare, visiting friends after daycare, getting your 6-month gift (a jumperoo! thanks Alison), eating oatmeal for dinner, standing in the bathroom for a steam shower, taking a bath in the kitchen sink, getting fussy while I gave you some Tylenol, immediately stopping that fussing when I opened your bedtime book, banging the pages while reading about sheep and “the whole wide world is going to sleep”, then nursing and rocking you to sleep.

Sleep well, little man and here’s to another 6 months of me figuring out what I am doing and you happily, cheerily going along with me. Love you!


My First Mother’s Day


I’ve celebrated Mother’s Day for many years, but this year was my first as an actual Mum. It was a tiring day, but still filled with many blessings, mostly in the form of a husband and son.

The day began nice and early when Dom decided he was up and at ’em at 5:30 a.m. This is too early for me. But to be honest, everything is too early for me. When it comes to mornings, we are not friends. Dom loves mornings. I love him. This does not equate to me loving mornings, but that is okay. I assumed it would be like most Sundays where Nathan would go off to meetings at 6:30 a.m. (I am not envious of that at all) and Dom and I would stay behind to take our time getting ready for church at 9:00. Thankfully, though, Nathan didn’t have meetings so he did a truly kind thing and took Dom so that I could TAKE A NAP! Glorious.

Once we found our way to church, Dom smiled at all of the old ladies. He’s pretty good at that. He enjoyed being fussy during sacrament meeting and of course, his fussiest time was while Nathan was giving a mother’s day talk. Dom fell asleep at about the same time that Nathan said, “amen.” Despite that, I was able to hear the majority of it and appreciated his message. Good man, that husband of mine.

After church, we enjoyed a Sunday walk. It was warm and sunny and the stroller had some nice shade for little man. We wandered around an apartment complex nearby because I always wondered what was back there. I found two handicapped men making a fire in a barbecue area, a bunch of kids on a playground behind one of the buildings, and an apartment with snowflakes and a picture of Christ hanging in the window. Makes sense. All of it.


Sunday dinner was at my parents’ where we enjoyed celebrating mothers and also Mick’s birthday. Good food, good people, and Dom loves being around all of his family.

After dinner, we took Dom home to make his own incredibly delicious dinner of oatmeal mixed with breast milk. He ate it while we Skyped with Mom and Dad Elkins. One day he’ll figure out that he’s talking to his Grandma and Papa instead of watching TV. Then he’ll be all smiles.

That was our fun filled mother’s day. Every day my list of gratitude continues to grow. On mother’s day, I was most thankful for: Nathan and how much he helps out when he is able; our ward family; my family’s good health; Dom’s smiles; a sunny day; extended family and all of their help with Dom; and technology to help us keep in touch with family far away.

So how did you celebrate your mother’s day? Was it as awesome as waking up in the morning to a smile like this (even if it is 5:30 a.m.)?


The Babies In The Pool Go Kick, Kick, Kick

Taanya reminded me that it had been a while since I posted anything. I am TERRIBLY sorry. Please forgive me. Here is a video in an attempt to appease you. This is from Good Friday when Nathan had time off for spring break and Dustin had the day off as well so the dads took the cousins swimming while Maren and I sat on the sidelines. Do you want to come swimming with us?