Friday, August 31, 2007

The Origin of Vessel

     Okay so some of you have asked and wondered why we named our son Vessel. What does it mean? Where did it come from? Well here’s the story behind it. 
     
     When Mike and I found out we were going to have a boy I was temporarily crushed because it meant I had to throw out my 2 page list of girl names. But after a day or so, my disappointment faded and we then started thinking up names for our future son. We looked through several baby name books and when something popped out at one of us we’d write it down. When we read over our chosen names to each other it was a mess because neither of us liked the other’s selections AT ALL. We couldn’t agree on anything, and that’s how it was practically the last 4 months of my pregnancy. 

     As we sat in Sunday school class one morning, I started flipping through the Bible for name ideas. Shephatiah? Hezekiah? Elijah? Haggai? Zechariah? No, no no. This wasn’t working. Then I just saw the word “vessel” in one of the verses. It might have been Isaiah 52:11 which says “be ye clean, that bear the vessels of the Lord.” Well I jotted the word down and told Mike about it. Mike found another scripture with a reference to vessels. Towards the end of Moroni 7:31 it reads: “…to prepare the way among the children of men, by declaring the word of Christ unto the chosen vessels of the Lord, that they may bear testimony of him.” The more we thought about it, the more we liked it. It was the first name we actually agreed on! 

     The dictionary says a vessel is “a person regarded as a holder or receiver of something, especially something nonmaterial” like a vessel of love, or a vessel of grace or mercy. We thought, "how perfect." Not only does the name sound beautiful but the meaning behind it is beautiful as well. 

     We wanted our son to be a literal vessel, or a person by which others could learn through. A person that others could receive the gospel through. A “holder” of love, charity, compassion and other Christ-like qualities. "A chosen vessel of the Lord." What a name, right? I always wanted my children to have unique names with significant meanings.  Vessel seems to meet both requirements to me.  

     But because it is so unique, I often find myself repeating the name several times to strangers or having to explain the meaning behind it. Over the phone people will confuse the name with “Russell” or will ask, “Oh you mean like a blood vessel?” That’s what we get for choosing such an original name I guess. 

     For awhile there we were thinking of using the middle name Omen.  Even though there are good omens, the word “omen” is more often used negatively as in a “bad omen.” We eventually decided against it. 

     While I was in the hospital right after our little boy was born, we had to figure out a middle name to put on the birth certificate. Taking one more look through the baby name books we came across the name Noah, and we went with it. We felt like it sounded good with Vessel, plus it’s the name of a really cool prophet, so it was settled. 

     As far as nicknames go….we have a plethora of them. We call him “Shippy” a lot, for a couple of reasons. Before he became more mobile and started losing all his baby fat, he was such a roly poly baby that we always said “he’s as big as ship.” Grandma Bates often calls him “da ship.” Also, vessel is another word for ship…so we just call him Shippy. Other nicknames include, “Shippy Shipmeyer,” V-Dawg,” V-Bone,” “Mr. V,” just plain “V,” “Vessel-kun,” “booger,” and so on. Anyway, hope this post helps anyone who was curious!

10 monther

     Vessel just turned 10 months old on the 28th. He’s developing beautifully. Vessel is a happy little child, continually smiling and affectionate. He’s very inquisitive, but what child isn’t? His new thing lately is opening doors. If any door in our house is slightly closed, he will push on it until it opens. He gets into everything. The other morning he found an opened bag of peanuts leftover from our hike up Ensign Peak that I had left in the diaper bag. Apparently he crawled over to his dad and Mike saw that he was chewing on something. So Mike smelled his breath and sure enough it was peanuts. That was kind of scary, but we had to laugh. Well, at least we know he’s not allergic to them.  

     What else? Vessel likes music a lot. It seems to comfort him, no matter what style of music. What I mean is it doesn’t have to be classical. In fact, music with words seems to comfort him more than just instrumental. Playing the radio in the car always calms him down. Recently my sister sent us one of those iPod docking stations with speakers. It’s nice because we can download whatever songs or cds we think he’d like and put the iPod in his room at nights so he can listen to music before he falls asleep. 

     He likes books a lot too, especially the ones he shouldn’t touch. (Rip, tear, rip.) He is also “talking” more. Actually, he’s been calling me “mom” (not “ma” or “mama”) for the last month. You might think he’s just babbling, but he definitely knows who I am because he won’t say “mom” to anyone else but me. If he ever wants my attention, he’ll say “mom mom mom mom” until I respond. I’m telling you, he honestly calls me mom, no joke. 

     He also says “bah,” “mgah,” “nan,” “da,” and various other syllables. Still trying to figure out what those mean in babytalk. Fun times. He makes us laugh a lot. One thing in particular is his crawl. I don't know why, but most of the time he crawls on his hands and feet instead of his hands and knees, kind of like a bear. It's really funny to watch when he gets going fast. Cute kid, that Vessel Bates. 

     But there are things about this age I'm not the biggest fan of. Like when he throws everything on the floor. I put him in his booster chair at the table and give him something, and whatever it is (food, toy, cup, spoon, etc.) he will chuck it to the ground. He never gets bored with that game. It's a continuous cycle. He throws something on the floor, I pick it up, he throws it again, I pick it up again, ad nauseum. 

     He also gets really restless at church nowadays, but I guess that's pretty common for even most adults. ;) Anyway, he's a lot of fun and has brought so much joy into our home. Mike and I are astounded each day that we created such a sweet, easygoing, adorable, lovable kid.



Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Ensign Peak

For the Young Woman activity this week, the girls and some of the leaders hiked up to Ensign Peak. The leaders gave a great spiritual message and the view was so beautiful. Everyone had a good time. Even Shippy (who rarely likes being in a carrier) seemed to enjoy getting toted up the trail on my back.

As we neared the top, the sun was just about to set.

From left: Valerie, Cara, Josie, Kelli, Amber, Emily, and Amelia.

Shippy and me enjoying the view.

Rock statue at the peak.

View of the Salt Lake Valley.

The leaders and young women squinting for the picture.

The sunset. This is where you say "aaawwww" and think of Josie and her husband Cortney kissing.


Monday, August 27, 2007

Simple Pleasures

Spending some time with my boy.
 

Vessel enjoying the swing at the park.
 







The sheer joy from playing with an empty box. Who needs toys?













My baby's rad fauxhawk.






Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Better Bread

I had to get a picture of this loaf because it turned out much better than my previous one. I didn't punch all the gassy, yeasty air bubbles out of the last dough before the second rising, so there was a hole in the bread after it had baked from where the air bubble was. This loaf, however, turned out virtually perfect. Hurray!


 

Books

The Day The Babies Crawled Away by Peggy Rathmann

Whenever we go into Barnes & Noble I usually head straight for the children's section and spend the whole time sitting on the floor with numerous books around me. Besides the sheer simplicity, I think what I love most about children's books are the illustrations. This book has black silhouettes against beautifully colored skies that change as the day turns to night. I fell in love with this book the first time I read it and so Mike gave it to me our first Christmas as a married couple.


Here are a couple summaries/reviews: 

While the grown-ups are immersed in pie eating and other outdoor carnival festivities, their babies crawl away. The only one to observe this phenomenon is a toddler in a fireman's hat who follows them and saves them from such disasters as bat caves, cliff-hanging, and hunger, along the way shouting very responsible warnings and imprecations to "behave." When he brings them safely home, he is, of course, a hero. In the penultimate spread, it transpires that the tale is the boy's fantasy story retold by his loving mother just before he falls asleep. The babies and their adventures are rendered in stunning, sharply detailed, Pienkowski-like silhouette against a subtly changing backdrop that reflects the time of day. The boy's fireman's hat makes him easy to follow on each spread and also conveys his gallant status. This book has levels of complexity. Adults may be put off by the seeming parental neglect, but children will doubtless latch on to and enjoy the fact that the hero is a child, that none of the escapees seems in any real jeopardy, that the softly glowing pastel backgrounds lend a mood of unruffled calm, and that the story is, after all, fanciful. The verse doesn't always scan and occasionally does not rhyme, but oh those beguiling babies-they're irresistible!-Kate McClelland, Perrot Memorial Library, Old Greenwich, CT
Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Is the book worth buying? Yes. The conceit is clever, the artwork is creative and lovely, and children with patience and imagination will find a bit more to see than they might find in a book with conventional art. Ilene Cooper
Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved

Happy Parent, Happy Baby

Just wanted to say that Vessel slept 10 straight hours last night. He never even woke up at his standard 5 am time. We finally must be doing something right!

Music

     As a kid, I used to constantly tape music off the radio or other peoples' CDs using blank cassettes. I've accumulated quite the collection of cassette tapes over the years, and just recently decided to listen to them all to find out if any were worth keeping. I've come across these songs that I had at one time taped. Although I think these songs are great, some people might think they're kind of er, uhm... odd or unusual. I actually think some of them are a little bizarre too, compared to what you might traditionally hear on the radio. You've probably heard some of them, if not all of them. If not, try going to Rhapsody to get a sample.

Beck---Loser
Bobby Gaylor---Suicide
Katalina---DJ’s girl
Murryhead---Bangkok
Nada Surf---Popular
Oingo Boingo---Weird Science
Porno for Pyros---Pets
Right Said Fred---I’m too sexy
Cornershop---Brimful of Asha (Everyone needs a bosom for a pillow)
The Eels---Novocain for the soul
White Town---Your woman
Tori Amos---Caught a lite sneeze
They Might Be Giants---Particle Man
Squirrel Nut Zippers---Hell
Trio---Da Da Da

Blister

This evening we spent a couple of hours at Liberty Park. Vessel fell asleep towards the end so Mike told me he'd watch the boy child and do some of his homework so I could take my longboard around the park a few times. I don't get a lot of pushing practice since I'm usually riding on an incline, so I was excited to work on my pushing techniques more. Well, 2 times around the park and I ended up with this delightful little thing.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Betty Flip'm Crocker

     Okay, so I'm not Betty Crocker, Sara Lee, or even Martha Stewart. But I made bread! From scratch no less, and in a loaf pan! Yay! (That's not to say I'm dissing on anyone with a breadmaker, wink wink, nudge nudge, David and Karen*) Well, it's not the first time I've ever done it or anything, it's just been a really long time since I've made it. 

     I know, you're probably saying to yourself  "but Jamie, you don't like to cook/bake." Well, that's true. I may not like it that much, but that doesn't mean I can't do it! Let me just say that a Kitchen Aid mixer is one of the best appliances you could ever invest in. The one we have was my Grandma's until she bought a new one and passed her old one down to us. It comes with a bread hook so you don't have to break your arms and back kneading dough. 

     Now, you'd think massaging dough would be a favorite part of the bread making experience for me, since I consider myself a sensualist and all. But I've got to be honest, I'm not a big fan. When you think of the knots you'd get in your neck and back from repeating the same arduous movements over and over for 8-10 minutes, you'll be thanking your Kitchen Aid mixer for doing the kneading for you. I know I did. 

     Anyhoo, I love homemade bread. Who doesn't? The smell, the taste, the warm spongy texture in your mouth. It's all great. Mike and I decided we're going to make our own bread from now on.  We're even considering getting a wheat grinder too. Man, I feel like a modern day pioneer. Well, except that the pioneers weren't lazy enough to use a Kitchen Aid mixer to knead their bread dough.