10.31.2007

More Fun Every Year

I don't love Halloween, but this is getting to be pretty fun. I had a great time yesterday afternoon, getting the kids ready for a fun party at a friend's house.

Cleopatra, Cave Baby, and Mummy.
(I only made Miles' costume and Audrey's headpiece. Lots of people asked at the party. I am not that talented.)

Doesn't she look awesome?? I totally want to be Cleopatra now, if I ever dress up.

The coordinating ancient Egyptian mummy, complete with "mouth cracks" (Parker's request) and Spiderman flip-flops.

The cutest neanderthal I've ever seen. And the squishiest.

Have Fun Tonight!

10.30.2007

Encyclopedia: I

I is for Ice Cream

Some of these letters are hard to think of things for! So bear with me through the not-so-great ones. ;) I am always in the mood for ice cream. I prefer it in a waffle cone and tend to stick to pretty basic flavors. Because if it's really good quality ice cream, those are the best ones. I must admit, the best I've ever had was in a neighboring town to Elliott & Ginger's in Indiana. What's it called, guys?
My long-time store-bought favorite: Haagen Dazs Vanilla Chocolate Chip (pictured above).

10.29.2007

Encyclopedia: H

H is for Home


When I was young and single, I liked to think of myself as sort of an adventurer. I loved to be alone, in a city with a journal, at a film or a play, visiting a museum or just people watching. While I was studying in London, I thought, "I could do this forever" (the whole urban exploring, culture imbibing, traveling kind of life). Of course, I still would love to travel the world, visit the cities and learn about the people.

But not right now.

Now that I have three kids, I make a huge effort to be home as much as possible. (Some of that has to do with Miles needing naps and having to be carried everywhere still.) But home is where I want to be. When we lived in Los Angeles, we had a very small apartment. I never felt "at home" there and pretty much spent most of my day outside of that place. I just never really liked it. I never even fully unpacked. We spent most of our waking hours on a playground or taking walks, going window-shopping, spending the weekend at my parents', or exploring West LA. But since we have moved here into our perfectly-suited-to-us house, I crave hometime. We also live about 20 minutes from "town," so often I try to limit our trips out in the car to one a day. Our home is the place where we can all be ourselves. Where the kids (or me) are free to cry when they're sad, to admit they need hugs, to play on the floor with their baby brother, to read books and giggle, to run out the front door and hop on their bike with the neighbor kids, and to fall asleep on the couch in the afternoon. Those are the things that should combine to make their life a happy one and they can only happen here. Not at t-ball or gymnastics, not at a friend's house or in the car on the way to something meaningless.

I am grateful every single day that I don't have to take my baby someplace else while I go to work. I am grateful that I am the one picking my kids up from school and taking them back here, to a peaceful, quiet place. I am grateful that we can eat dinner together every night of the week and that this is their norm. It's a tremendous blessing.

H is also for Hawaii, Hot chocolate, & Houston

10.28.2007

Grateful Sunday

This week, I'm grateful for:
  • my bishop. He is a no-nonsense kind of guy, and when it comes to an over-the-top Halloween party being planned by another ward but mysteriously mainly involving "help" from our ward, he knows just what to say to get out of it without being rude. Saved me a lot of worry and stress. Thanks, Bishop! (He has even been known to frequent my blog. :)
  • the new blogger comment email subscription feature thingy. What a clever idea.
  • the fact that we could practically live outside this week. Hooray for cooler temperatures!
  • our new phone that doesn't die after being off the charger for 4 minutes.
  • mosquitoes' lack of flying speed. It makes it easy to kill the 2 or 3 in our room every night before bed.
  • the drive home from church, because I'm in a really good mood (until I come home to a table full of dishes and a baby who won't nap. Kind of kills the buzz.) But I do love Sundays.
  • all the people who told me how great my kids were in primary today. Parker was asked to say the prayer, and instead, he got up there and said his memorized Primary Program line, "We follow Jesus by serving others." My friend told me it was so cute she could have eaten him. I love friends like that.
  • my grateful Sundays. Talk about putting me in a good mood. Look how wonderful life is!

10.26.2007

Build-a-Baby


















This is my baby. My Build-a-Baby, who has, for some reason, really taken an interest in this little t-shirt, which belongs to Parker's Build-a-Bear Cody penguin (from Surf's Up). Miles will go into the kids' bedroom, find this little shirt, ball it up in his hand, come find me, and "ask" for me to put it on him.

It's kinda short.

And he's kinda weird.

Encyclopedia: G

G is for Green

Green is my favorite color. I gravitate toward it whenever I'm shopping or magazine-browsing. I wear it all the time, and it's the main accent color in most of my decorating. I keep wanting to buy Neal green sweaters or polos. Even my car is green. I love it because it looks good with white, black, khaki, brown, navy, yellow, blue, etc. There is just something about it that speaks of freshness and it can be bright, but still natural. So green it is. Over and over again. I can't help myself. For example, I purchased this green jacket for a little layering this fall (and it will work in the spring),


and these shoes are sitting in my cart at Oldnavy.com. See, I already have two pairs of green flats, so I'm having a hard time justifying a third . . .



G is also for Grammar, Gregory Peck, and Grateful Sundays

10.25.2007

Encyclopedia: F

F is for Fajitas


Let's talk about food, shall we? In our house, there is nothing better thank a sizzling plate of chicken fajitas with all the fixings. Luckily, Neal and I share a deep love for most types of Mexican food and luckily for both of us, we live in southeast Texas, where lots of people have opened Mexican restaurants. Our favorite is *Pappasito's and Pappasito's happens to be famous for their fajitas. We like to share a medium order, with extra tortillas (for the kids), cheese & sour cream, guacamole & pico de gallo, a squeeze of fresh lime juice, and their delicious melted white wine clarified butter on the side.
And two Dr. Peppers, please.

*Click over to that link to see the charming menu images. That's how Neal and I look when we first arrive at Pappasito's.

F is also for Formal Gardens, French, and Family History

10.24.2007

Encyclopedia: E

E is for Edith Wharton

Edith Wharton (1862-1937) is one of my favorite authors. I remember when I first decided I wanted to be an English major, I thought I'd like to focus my studies on British Literature. Until I started my studies and quickly realized that, in general, I much preferred American Literature, and Edith Wharton is a perfect example of why. My favorite novel of hers is her most popular, The Age of Innocence (1920), but I really enjoy her short stories a great deal, too. The Custom of the Country and Old New York are both lovely little collections. Here are some pictures of Ms. Wharton's estate. I hadn't ever seen this until now, but apparently she and I have a common affinity for formal gardens.

E is also for Emily of New Moon, English major, & England

10.23.2007

Cozy Moezy

It got cold all of a sudden here. Somebody has a really cuddly outfit to wear now and I couldn't resist taking a bunch of pictures.

He hates the hood. Click to enlarge.

Encyclopedia: D

D is for Dental School

Us with our parents at Neal's "White Coat Ceremony," July 2000. Neal's mom was taking the picture.

I didn't go to Dental School, but you better believe I lived it. (I'm finally reading this book and it's got me talkin' all prairie-like.) Anyway, Neal has pretty much lived in the freezing building pictured above for 6.5 of the 9 years we've been married. It's endearingly known as the DB (Dental Branch of the UT Health Science Center) and it's made entirely of pink marble. Why. We don't know. When we lived in town, I used to spend a lot more time at the DB, picking Neal up for lunch, bringing him his lunch when he forgot it, or showing off all three babies who've been born since he started there seven years ago. Dental School was a really good experience. We got to know some really great people and some really annoying ones, too. We learned what kind of dentist you don't want to go to or become, and we've come to know the UT policemen who patrol the roundabout so well that they don't even give me parking tickets when I come around and end up staying a little too long.
I'm so proud of Neal for how well he did in school, well enough that he was able to be accepted into one of the most competitive specialties in dentistry, and, no surprise to me, he has completely excelled there, too. I almost weep with pity when I see him STILL studying for exams and doing "homework" after all these (12) years. I haven't been required to complete any academic assignments since May of 1999, yet here he is, still chugging along. Well, a pat on the back and a peck on the cheek for my handsome endodontist. Well done, baby.

Graduation day number 2, 2 kids and 4 years later. July 2004.
Graduation day number 4 (in June 08) will be a very happy day indeed.

D is also for Disneyland, Donuts, and Dictionary.com

10.22.2007

Encyclopedia: C

C is for California

Ruby's on the pier, Huntington Beach

I grew up in the lovely state of Southern California. (You didn't know it was its own state? Have you ever been to Northern California? Completely different place. But not in a bad way, NorCal readers, of course.) Neal loves to make fun of me because when we first met at BYU, I would tell people I was from Orange County (as if everyone would know where that was). Well, now they do, but only because of a long string of semi-salacious reality/soap opera shows based on it. Anyway, I had an incredibly lovely childhood in a place called Villa Park. I could walk to all three of my schools, could see the Disneyland fireworks from my bedroom window, and could ride my bike with abandon all the way down to the end of Old Lamplighter Circle. We had ward parties on the beach, perfect weather all year (only now do I realize what a blessing that was), enough Mormons in school so I wasn't the only one (poor Neal), and grandparents about a mile away (also realizing only now how lucky I was). It was a good life. My parents have only very recently said good-bye to the SoCal scene. Sad for me, because now we won't get to visit the beaches, Ruby's, and Disneyland nearly as often as we would have otherwise. But I've still got Grammy & Grampy and Matt & Katie. Hope you guys have room for some visiting Texans! I'm not ready to say goodbye to Cali quite yet.

Some of my favorite places in California: San Francisco, Big Sur (Post Ranch Inn, in particular), Yosemite, Santa Barbara, both Getty museums, San Luis Obispo, Napa/Sonoma, Fashion Island, Disneyland, Ruby's (any & all of them), Newport Beach (the mid 30s streets), Balboa Island, Crystal Cove, PCH, Goldmine Yogurt, Pacific Ranch Market, Trader Joe's, the Los Angeles LDS Temple, the VP public library, the VP pharmacy & soda fountain, & my Grammy's house.

C is also for C-sections (times three), Croissants, Cold Mountain

10.21.2007

Grateful Sunday

Miles decided he's a big kid and laid down just like Parker to watch Surf's Up (for about 15 seconds).

This Sunday, I'm grateful for:
  • the weatherman on NPR who said colder weather is on its way early this week. I honestly had flutters of excitement in my stomach when I heard those words. I am a much happier person when I am not sweaty.
  • my friend, Kimberly, who was willing to watch our three kids (plus her own three) all alone on Friday night so we could attend a Luau at church.
  • chocolate croissants. I may or may not have had three of them this week.
  • Mama's roast recipe, chocolate cake, and new friends to share it with us. (Friends who blog!)
  • the happiest news of the week: Elliott, Ginger and their four kidlets are coming to see us in April!! Why is that so far away??!! We're so honored. They're gonna love it, it'll feel like summer here while winter will still be in effect in Indiana. Yay for cousins!!

10.19.2007

Encyclopedia: B

B is for the Beatles


I grew up eating and drinking Beatles music, watching Beatles movies and having crushes on men 40 years my senior, thanks to my genius mother (who actually saw them in concert at the ripe old age of like, 14), and I wouldn't have it any other way.

You can read about my Paul art here. And about my favorite Beatles album, here.

B is also for Baseball, Blogs, Books, BYU, & Bellefleur

10.18.2007

Encyclopedia: A

I have had a serious lack of blog motivation lately. It might have something to do with my serious lack of life-in-general motivation, but who knows. While my parents were here, I thought, "I don't feel like blogging because I have adults to talk to all day!" But now they've left, and I still am at a complete loss for material.
SO, I decided to follow my SIL Ginger's lead and do a series of posts called . . . wait for it . . .

~~Encyclopedia of ME~~

Because I am about the most interesting, comment-inducing, and utterly compelling topic out there. Let's just face it. So each day, or every few days, I will post a post focused on a subject near and dear to me that begins with a letter of the alphabet. Did you get that? I just made that sound way more complicated than it is.
So, per the alphabet, I shall start with A, and around here,

A is for Audrey

Obviously, I could go on and on about the best little girl on the planet, but I shall try to be brief. Basically, the more I get to know Audrey, the more I wish I was like her. She absolutely exudes confidence, but is still sometimes coy and shy. She is very compassionate and seems to understand how it feels to be hurting, even when she isn't. She can play rough and tumble with the boys on the playground, or play dress up and dance like a princess. She is gorgeous and striking and every time I see her coming out of school with that little copper head of hers and her porcelain skin, I am so proud that she's getting in my car. Audrey loves to be silly and crazy, but also loves to curl up with a book on her top bunk for an hour or so. She has always got some sort of project she's working on, whether it's making teeny name tags for all her Schleich horses or putting together a "show" with Parker. She willingly shares her deep down thoughts and feelings with us when prompted or when the situation turns serious. She has an insatiable desire for learning and thrives on a challenge, whether it be physical or intellectual. She is fearless on a horse. But my favorite attribute of my darling daughter (and the one I would most like to cultivate) is her ability to be taught. Any time Audrey does something that needs correcting (like the "older sister" tone she often uses with Parker), all it takes is a quick reminder of how she should be talking to him (or not talking back to us), and she immediately corrects herself and moves on without even a pout or an eye roll.

Gotta love that.

A is also for A Room Somewhere, Anthropologie, Amazon, ABBA, Audrey Hepburn, & antiquing

10.17.2007

Instinct

us on blessing day 11.06
So I was just walking into my bedroom carrying a super-stinky Miles. I was going to get the sheets off my bed (today is bed linen day for me). I slipped on a plastic wrench and did the semi-splits, except my toe went the wrong way and my other knee slammed into the door jamb.

Miles didn't even notice. I guess that protective motherly instinct kicked in and I somehow made sure he was safe first. I kept my arms close around him instead of using my hands to break my fall. All in an instant. And even though he was stinky. :)

Has your protective instinct ever kicked in like that? You know, like the whole arm-across-the-passenger-seat reflex when you slam on the brakes?


10.16.2007

Two Thumbs Up


Two thumbs up for Elizabeth: The Golden Age. I'm not in the mood to elaborate and I have pies to make, so I'll just say, one thumb up from my mom (who has a masters' degree in Reformation Europe and an encyclopedia of Elizabethan knowledge on call in her brain), and one thumb up from me (who doesn't know nearly enough about Elizabeth to claim any expertise, but who liked the movie anyway).

10.14.2007

Grateful Sunday


This week, I'm grateful for:
  • good barbeque last night (above), even if we got a little lost on the way home.
  • Audrey's "prayer in her heart" that helped us find the way (and Neal's backseat driving helped, too, sort of).
  • my parents, who stopped here in Texas on their way around the world. Again.
  • Parker, who loves his Pa more than words can express. He had a hard morning because Pa had to go to New York today.
  • Skype! and webcams so we can talk to Julianne in Oxford, Pa in New York, and the P* kids in Indiana.
  • Sunday naps. There is nothing better.
  • Audrey's FIRST PLACE award in the spelling bee on Friday. She was so proud and we were even more so.

10.10.2007

It was like Christmas morning . . .

. . . walking into my house this evening, after an extended afternoon away. I had someone come and clean and oh my heavens, it's amazing. I slowly walked into each room and ooohed and aaahed over how lovely everything looked and smelled. Finding all of Audrey's blankets folded (on the top bunk, no small feat) and her guys arranged just so was like opening up a stocking full of goodies. Peeking into the toilet stall in my bathroom? Like untying a pretty red ribbon on a small gift from under the tree. Even better than a pedicure, even better than seeing the freshly mowed lawn or a shiny clean car.

It's really, really nice. It could become addicting.

And now I know what I'm getting myself for the real Christmas.

10.09.2007

A Day in the Life

Stealing Natalie's fabulous idea for a glimpse into everyday life as a housewife and mother, even if it's only for the future's sake. I often wonder how my mom did what she did and when she found time to read her book (she always had a book) because she had twice as many kids as I do. Maybe one day my kids will wonder about what our house was like on a regular old day. Or maybe not. :)

And so, a typical Tuesday. This is boring. You can leave now if you want.

6:40 am: My alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
6:42 am: Neal's alarm goes off. He hits snooze.
6:44 am: Mine goes off again. Hit snooze.
6:48 am: Neal's goes off again. We give each other a look like "didn't we just do this?" a quick hug and a stretch and stumble out of bed. Neal goes into the shower, I go to wake up Audrey.

6:50 am: Miles wakes up. He is an alarm clock with chubby cheeks and wispy hair.
6:58 am: Tell Parker to go back to sleep. He can not play the computer, so he might as well stay in bed. He ignores me and stumbles out to the couch with gamenent dote. He's wearing only underwear. We're excited because he went all night without a bloody nose.

7:01 am: Audrey FINALLY gets out of bed, after much pleading and me telling her how fun school will be and how many more days there are until Saturday. We get her dressed, get her breakfast made (usually cinnamon roll oatmeal or cereal and a small cup of OJ). Pack the backpack, fix the hair, brush the teeth.
7:15 am: Neal eats his yogurt, shares a bite or two with Miles. Parker's still on the couch. Miles slaps him in the face over and over. Cuz it's funny.
7:20 am: Neal and Audrey are out the door. Audrey talks the whole way, starting before the front door is even closed.

7:20-8:30 am: I repeat the above process with Parker, change Miles' diaper and give him food, too. I jump in the shower very quickly, put on some mascara, and we're out the door by 8:35. To go to the same school where Neal just took Audrey 45 minutes earlier.
9:15: Miles and I arrive home. He plays for a bit, we snuggle in the glider, and he goes down for his nap a little before 10:00.
10:00: I check my email, post on A Room Somewhere, clean up the kitchen, put in a load of laundry, straighten up the house a bit, make the beds and take a little nappy-poo. The phone's off the hook. Don't call me. :)

11:15: Miles wakes up. We have a little bit of lunch, do more laundry, play on the floor, read books, and put on real clothes. I make a few phone calls (get dinners set up for a friend in need, arrange new horseback riding lessons for Audrey) and clean up the kitchen. Again.
1:30: Time to get back in the car to pick up Parker. Bring the phone & make more phone calls. We get out and wait for Parker instead of waiting in the dang carpool line. Then we run errands (bank, Garden Ridge, gas station) until about
2:50, when we return to the school to get Audrey. This time, we do wait in line, but we're the first ones there. The boys "unstrap" and play in the car while I go through coupons, clean out the car or read a book.
3:10: Audrey gets in the car. We discuss her day on the way home. We also discuss how hungry she is, who got in trouble in class and why, and what kind of owie she got today.

3:30: We return home, and I vow not to leave the house again the rest of the day. Miles goes down for his nap. He usually falls asleep as we're pulling into our street.
3:30-5:30: Audrey does her homework (3 minutes) and practices piano (20 minutes). Both the kids have a small snack, we read a couple of books and the kids color or Parker watches a cartoon. I check my email and reluctantly start on dinner. Clean up the house because Miss Pam is coming for piano lessons. Miles wakes up around 4:15. I finish up dinner and bring it to my friend's family while Audrey has her lesson.
5:30: Stall time until Neal gets home, and upon his arrival, we immediately eat dinner.
6:00-7:30: I clean up the kitchen, the kids usually go outside with the neighbor kids to hunt for frogs, ride bikes, or draw on the driveway with chalk. One or both of us joins them and chats with the other parents. Miles gets really dirty trying to crawl on concrete (just walk already, dude!), we each get about 4 mosquito bites, and then we go in for a bath.

7:30: All three kiddos in the tub. Miles goes teetee in the water (but we don't tell anybody), we discuss Audrey's owies again, talk about why Parker always gets washed first (because he doesn't mind, that's why), soap up the squishy baby and put on pajamas. Neal is either working on his fish tank or checking his email. Or he does the bath, and I clean up the kids' rooms and do a little laundry.

7:50: We let our kids have a bedtime snack. Because we need to fatten them up. Tonight we made sugar cookies and decorated them (my craving). We ran a few over to the neighbors, because little Alex asked so politely and is hard to say 'no' to. Clean up the kitchen, again. Have family prayer, read a bit of the Book of Mormon, brush teeth and lights out.

8:15-9:30: I decompress, usually at the computer, catching up on blogs and email. Quick gchat with Natalie. Neal works on his thesis, sometimes scooting over to reef sites for short breaks.
9:30-10:30: We usually watch something we have taped while I fold laundry and Neal still works on his thesis. Both of us will have a little bite to eat (cereal) (or cookie) (s). No lunches to make tonight. Audrey's buying hers tomorrow! Go over Audrey's take-home work with Neal and realize she had homework we forgot about. :(
10:30ish: I wash my face, brush my teeth, hop in bed with my book, and try to convince Neal to come to bed, too.
11:15: He does.

Blahg

Miles and I are having a nice, uneventful Tuesday. I'm working on trying to get someone to come clean my house before my parents come on Thursday (I want my house to look like Rachel's), planning a trip to the bank & Target, nah, Hobby Lobby, between picking up Parker and Audrey (we have to kill an hour between 2 and 3 o'clock), and psyching myself up to make dinner for a friend's family tonight.

Too bad I don't have anything interesting to blog about. I keep thinking, "maybe I'll just write about {blah}," then I think, "who cares about that?"

So, there ya go. You get a picture of Miles on the toy that's older than Audrey. Hooray for hand-me-downs.

10.07.2007

Grateful Sunday

Ok, today, I'm feeling grateful for:
  • my sensitive little kids. Yesterday afternoon, while Neal and I listened to the afternoon conference session, our kids watched E.T. They had never seen it, and they were really into it. So much in fact, that at the end, you know the part when E.T. gets on his spaceship and Elliott has to say goodbye? Parker just broke down in tears and sobs. I remember feeling the same way, and before I knew it, I was crying right along with him. You just love E.T. by the end!
  • Audrey showed either her sensitivity or her femininity tonight at bedtime. She just felt sad and wanted to sleep with one of us because, she said, she just loves us. We kept asking her what was wrong and she kept saying she doesn't know. She felt sad for no reason and she obviously didn't like it. At least when we asked her what was wrong, she didn't say "nothing." I guess that manifestation of her femininity will come later.
  • Miles isn't sensitive. He's just crazy. And becoming well-known for his happy demeanor.
  • a baptism this evening, a quick cure for "General Conference Fever," brought on by hours and hours of trying to listen to the computer while trying to keep the kids from obsessing over the cool techno designs on Windows Media Player, and trying to keep your house from exploding into a complete disaster of toys.

What a Putz.

Vandal Punches Hole in Monet Painting

10.05.2007

Something else that's old.

At the same time I snagged the baby shoes, I grabbed this old compact. There's a J engraved on the front, so we're assuming it belonged to Neal's grandmother, May Ella Jackson (who was born in 1904 in Malakoff, Texas), but we're not entirely sure. It's brass, I think, and kind of art deco, with a little wrist strap attached.

Here's the inside. An intact mirror, two little spots for inserting coins, & a powder compartment,

complete with this little pink powder puff.

Love it!

Why I Can't Live Here

I'm not normally one to post ugly pictures of myself on my blog, but this is just ridiculous. This is what happens to my foot when I get ONE ant bite.
ONE. And ALL the ants here bite. So much for enjoying a nice little evening on the lawn. :(












my psycho bug-bitten fatty foot and my normal bony foot


I rest my case. We need to move.

10.04.2007

Happy Time

Today has been CRA-ZAY. So here are a few simple things making me happy tonight:

1. Miles waving bye-bye at just the right times. Like to his daddy when he was trying to prevent him from climbing the bunk bed ladder. And when the lady walking down the street outside his window went out of our view.

2. Audrey gets to wear whatever the heck she wants to school tomorrow (no uniform day!). (Dark teal jersey dress, black leggings, pink frilly hair thing and teal slip-on shoes [just in case you were wondering.]) And now you know why her glasses are the color they are. Half her wardrobe is that color.

3. Parker sat down and read this book all by himself tonight while we were all running around with our heads cut off trying to get Audrey's homework and piano work done and the baby to bed and the dishes done and Elders' Quorum calls made. That actually makes me happy and sad. Poor little middle child. :( But he's READING!!

4. Only one load of laundry to fold while I catch up on The War episodes tonight. (After we watch LA Ink, that is. We have to have a little levity or I'll just sit there in front of the tv and cry.) I'm almost done with the D-Day episode. It's been hard to watch. Seriously, those Babe Ciarlo letters? And Mr. Frazier, the most amazing survival story EVER? And Mr. Frazier's sister, the lovely Southern lady who tells the best stories? And Mr. Aanenson whose first combat mission was the invasion of Normandy? Have you been watching?

I love old things.

Here is a recently-cleaned and mounted addition to my family history collection of memorabilia and memories. We're not sure to whom these teeny newborn shoes belonged, but we're guessing they were made by Neal's great-grandmother, May Riddlesperger, who was born in 1875 in East Texas. She made things with her hands that you would never believe. This is just a small sampling of the collection we've been given, mostly by Neal's sisters, Georgia & Charlotte. I need to work on getting more of it properly displayed. One day, I'll have a little mini-museum going on in my living room.
Don't these look pretty?

10.03.2007

Article

Here's a great article from our local paper about Latter-day Saints and some common misconceptions about us. It's an interview instead of an article, and I think that's why I like it. (As opposed to this week's not-so-positive Newsweek Magazine article on Mitt Romney's convictions.) In this one, nothing is taken out-of-context, the church representative did a great job being concise, and let's just hope somebody read it. :)

Thanks to Jodie for the link!

10.02.2007

The Birthday People

Basically, how this works is, if you're in my family, you get a shout-out on your birthday here on the ever-popular Flowerchain. With this little arrangement, and since it's my blog, there is a very fat chance that you just may be a bit embarrassed by what I say here, but you will end up feeling the love of me and my family (I hope). You don't get a shout-out every year, because, come on, that would make my blog a little heavy on the birthday posts. So, since I have yet to send out birthday wishes to Elliott & Mimi (except for the cards, did you guys get them?), here are their requisite bloggy birthday wishes.

My oldest brother, Elliott, is making his way into his mid-thirties slowly but surely. :) Here he is rowing me around on the Serpentine Lake in Hyde Park in 1997. Mr. Joe Cool, huh? I got to meet Elliott in Paris on his way home from Jerusalem and on my way home from Scotland with my mom and sister. London was a quick layover on the way home. It was such a fun trip. We stayed in the teeniest apartment in the Latin quarter (with the dirtiest sheets I've ever seen), almost were involved in a street brawl at Les Halles, ate delicious French yogurt for breakfast every morning, and I got to see Elliott's Parisian mission haunts up close. It was so fun hearing Elliott speak his French like a native (Italian), listening to him talk about maybe marrying his girlfriend, and just generally living it up, traveling around without our parents, but with their money. Thanks Mom & Dad! :)

And oh yeah, Happy Birthday Elliott!

Sorry, got a little carried away there with the Paris memories.



Next, about ten years later, our Mimi was born. She eventually married my younger brother and has made him happier than anything else ever could. Nobody is more generous with their time and talents than Mimi. She's always willing to hold a baby or read a book to a niece or give a little person a bath. Apparently, she can kick just about anyone's butt at softball, alpine sliding or snowboarding, among other things (like flower-arranging and making an ENTIRE meal from scratch). She even carried Miles all the way through an hour-long shopping trip at the grocery store in Maui. It doesn't get any better than that.

She's also going to make one heck of a dentist's wife; she has perfect teeth.

We love you, Mimi! Happy Birthday!

10.01.2007

Can you see him?

That's my four-year-old on the high dive. He's way braver than his Mama ever was.

And the entry.

According to our pool management, summer is officially over. The pools are closed.
And it's still 93 degrees every day.