Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Pucks and Ducks

Mmm...I love this goofball. And I have to admit I'm really digging his facial hair right now. He had a goatee once when we were first married, and I think I pretended to like it just because it was different, but I can honestly say that I am attracted to the beard. Very mountain man burlesque. In a good way. Just had to show you all. I was trying to get a nice picture, but he was giving me the "dead fish" smile. Kind of like the "dead fish" handshake, limp, lifeless, the effort is there, but the heart is not...only on your face. So he got this one instead. 


And here's me. I've decided that I need to take more pictures of me this year. I mean...not just me, but me and the kids. I'm pretty infamous for getting an inordinate amount of pictures of the kids and some of Craig and NONE of me. I'm sure my kids will want to know what I looked like growing up. Want to know that yes, I once had class...style...grace...no wrinkles...etc. Okay, maybe going a little too far on the first three, but no wrinkles yet. I think part of my problem was that I only shot with my 50mm lens on my camera and it's near impossible to take a picture of yourself in that thing, let alone me AND the kids. I got a wider angle lens for Amber's wedding last year, though, so no excuses anymore.

 Craig has his championship hockey game tonight and I found these rummaging through some of my picture files. Posting these in honor of the game (last game he scored the winning point in the last minute of the game!!....like I would marry a guy who wouldn't...)The kids thought this was absolutely hilarious. This was before Christmas, but Linus reminds me everyday still that when he grows up, he's going to play hockey just like Daddy. Atta boy.
Mighty Ducks, right?? Quack.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Hello Beautiful

Welcome back! I appreciate all you loyal friends who have followed us over here. I've had this blog in the back of my head for, like, ever, and have just been hindered in getting it done. I have a sick son upstairs tonight, so I'm up taking care of business here while I have nothing else to do (except, you know...wait for him to puke again. Time of my life).
Couple of reasons why I wanted to switch:
  • When I created C.Ellingson and Co., at the time, it was just me and Craig and Chloe. I thought I was so clever using just the first letter of our names to signify who's blog it belonged to. Could it be Chelsea? But wait, Craig's name begins with a "C" too...and let's not forget Chloe! Why, it must belong to all three of them! Genius. And...yet now we have two other children in the family who's names do not start with a "C", which begs the reader to wonder what kind of misdirected author names a blog only after certain members of the family and not all of them...or perhaps she meant just herself, selfish woman she is...and mysterious, why not just call it Chelsea Ellingson and Co.? And what is this, a lumber yard? Who names the rest of their family "and Co."?? Yes...you can well see that I've been bothered and haunted by this name for a bit...
  • "Up with the Ellingsons"...I won't explain myself in entirety here at the risk of sounding too self-important, but I will tell a short story of a certain Grandfather in the Ellingson family who has told his progeny for years that "Elling" in the Netherlands, from which Ellingsons originate, is the name for a small duck. But another Ellingson progeny has since determined that "Elling" comes from a root meaning "nobleman", yet despite the correction, I still have a small affination for the duck, and since it has had it's ties to this family for a couple generations, so it shall live on in our blog. Hence the duck on the blog. *editor's note: I accidentally started the "duck" in the previous sentance with the letter "f" and was quite shocked to find my obscenity upon re-reading the entry...good thing I fixed it....*
And there you have it. New blog. New direction. I hope to post more of my home-making skills (no laughing, there, I do have them...) and thoughts on motherhood and life in general for those interested. I hope that you take the time to edit your blog rolls and followings and such to "Up with the Ellingsons" instead of "C.Ellingson and Co.". Thanks for your time.
Bye bye, buddy.

I Resolve

Ah, Christmas. This year I pulled out all the stops and just enjoyed every minute of it that I could. I even started listening to Christmas music before Thanksgiving (unofficially, mind you. Don't tell Craig). I used to think it was corny, the whole Christmas season. Meant for consumers and people who liked to put really tacky decorations all over their house. I never wore the colors red and green together in public during the season. And I bundled up all that Christmas spirit and saved it for Christmas day, the only day it was meant for. What a bah-humbug way to live Christmas. Now that I have kids, I soak up as much as I can out of the season. Every day. And next year will be even better, starting the countdown now. :-)
We enjoyed almost all of the Ellingson family home for Christmas this season. It was marvelous. My darling sister-in-law wed the love of her life on the 17th and I got to take lots of pictures of them smooching all day long. :-) Now, there are 11 Ellingson children, as I'm sure I've mentioned before, and 10 of them, with their families, were split between our house and Grandma and Grandpa's house. Miraculously everyone had a bed to sleep on (except all the cousins, who played all day together and then crashed asleep on the floor after giggling and talking for hours in the same room), and aside from adults for the most part, everyone who needed a nap got one everyday. :-) We made dinner and cleanup calendars, we ate Ellingson chocolates until we were sick, we played games until we were so tired and delirious that our guts hurt from laughing and we were giving points away just to make someone win and end the game, we opened LOTS of presents, we had a nativity with all of the grandkids and some of the kids still at home staring in the lead roles, we talked and watched movies until all hours of the morning, and most importantly, strengthened our family ties with those who were there and in spirit with those who were not. We also got to sneak away to have Christmas with my family the night before Christmas Eve, where my Mom turned the area below her stairs into an apartment for the kids, complete with a couch (a foam kiddie couch), table (crate with cloth over it for table settings), and colored pictures and pass-along cards with paintings of Jesus on them for wall decorations. Chloe adored it, Linus much preferred my step-dad's marble conveyer belt set and trucks from when he was a kid. It was a marvelous season. My favorite gift for Christmas was a beautifully carved bread box that my husband and kids picked out for me. I have made the decision in our household to make bread for the family instead of buying it. Yes, it's cheaper, but it also builds a home environment, I believe, that I want for my family. My children help me pour flour into the Bosch and watch in awe every time I turn it on as the bread hooks knead the dough much better then my hands can. The smell of baking bread in the house is comforting. Yes, I admit that sometimes it's a chore to remember to stay on top of it, but I love it. Now to some, getting a bread box might be insulting. I grew up in a land *coughBOULDERcough* where keeping a woman in the house is not highly regarded. I can hear their complaints at a gift like this, they're dragging chains...
They are keeping you in the kitchen, they think you belong there, don't let them tie you down to the house, don't let them stifle your true womanly potential...And my stomach sinks in disgust. My heart warmed over when I saw the writing on the box and saw the excitement in my family's eyes as I opened it. I would be lying if I said I didn't tear up just a little. What I see in a gift like this is the love and respect my husband has for me and my role as a mother and a wife, roles that I cherish above all others. What I see is his careful attention to my needs, when I made a comment ONCE a couple months ago in complaint when I declared that I needed a bread box to clean up our counter space. What I see is my children growing up in a family with traditions, order, and comfort. It means much more to me than a clean counter, and engenders a sense of gratitude that is genuine and heart changing. It's a beautiful bread box and it's all mine. :-)
As I fell asleep last night I finally started thinking about a few things that I resolve to do better this year and they are as follows:
I resolve to lose weight. Cliche, I know, but it has to happen and I resolve to do it before we try for our next child, whenever that may be. Okay, I'm going to say this on my blog, completely embarrassing, but perhaps it will help me to stick to my plan: I could afford to lose at least 35 lbs to get to a healthy weight, and probably another 10 or 15 more to get to my ideal weight. I'm sure there will be more progress on that in the future, because I'm sure you all want to hear about it, but there, I got it off my chest.
I resolve to listen to my children more and play with them more. Every day.
I resolve to be a better wife and a better lover. It's easy to let the activities of the day consume that vital role, but I am at the core a romantic and I resolve to pass that along to the person who needs it most.
I resolve to keep the house a little cleaner, aside from just picking up toys and making it look "neat", I resolve to keep the deep cleaned parts of our house more consistently deep cleaned. As long as it doesn't interfere with the above two resolutions.
I resolve to go outside more before Spring time. I don't care if it's cold, if it's 40 or above, we all could use the fresh air and exercise.
I resolve to do more crafts with Chloe and explore her preschool life to the fullest before I send her off to school in the fall, bleary eyed and proud, not bleary eyed and regretful of time lost.
I resolve to read more books and educate myself on more things valuable to me in life.
I resolve to be a better person. More scripture study, more prayer, more service, closer to Christ. And really that should be number one, because not much else will happen effectively until this one does.



...and with the help of almost everyone who's come to visit, guess who finally figured out how to walk over Christmas break? Guess she got jealous when all her younger cousins were out racing her around the house. :-)


Happy New Year and hope you all had as good of a Christmas season as I did. Leaving the lights up until this weekend, just because. Maybe I'll even wear red and green before we do too...