And here's a picture of Grandma Ranquist with all the great-Grandkids (being surprisingly cooperative!)
And lastly, a cute picture of Ethan and Wyatt, because they're cute:
Monday, July 30, 2007
Great Grandma's 80th Birthday
We all got together at my Aunt Karla and Uncle Richard's house this weekend for my Grandma Ranquist's 80th birthday. It was a lot of fun to see so many family members that we haven't seen in a long time, and we all loved hanging out in the Hjorth's backyard (so beautiful). I'm short on time tonight, but I wanted to post a video of the grandkids doing a 4 person "duet" (okay, so I know four people is techincally a quartet, but there was some part sharing going on). Major props to my mom for patiently and painstakingly teaching each one of these kids his or her part, and then getting them together to practice. Considering how hard it is to keep grown-ups in time, it's quite a feat to get kids to do such a great job. So excellent work to the grandkids and the grandma! Here they are:
And here's a picture of Grandma Ranquist with all the great-Grandkids (being surprisingly cooperative!)
And lastly, a cute picture of Ethan and Wyatt, because they're cute:
And here's a picture of Grandma Ranquist with all the great-Grandkids (being surprisingly cooperative!)
And lastly, a cute picture of Ethan and Wyatt, because they're cute:
Thursday, July 26, 2007
I should not be eating marshmallows
especially when I went to the gym and did a cycling class taught by a really nice girl (woman, lady, person) in my neighborhood named Stephanie. Stephanie has awesome legs, as you might expect from a person who teaches cycling classes. It was my first time doing the class and I really liked it, except for the fact that the bike seat hurt my butt. Do bike seats always hurt everybody's butt and people just get used to it, or am I doing something wrong? Really, I'd like to know. But it does seem kind of like a window into my personality that I would go to a cycling class and then come home and eat five marshmallows. I remember back in the day when we thought fat was the only enemy and therefore marshmallows resided on approximately the same nutritional plane as, oh, carrot sticks. Those were the days.
I also just read a newspaper article that people who drink at least one can of pop a day are more likely to get diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure, and basically turn into all around fatties, and it doesn't matter if the pop is diet or regular. Here's the link: http://www.latimes.com/news/science/la-sci-soda24jul24,0,3841323.story. Bah, I say to that. And humbug. I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that people who just can't give up their Diet Coke--even with all the peer-pressure from the highly moral water-drinking crowd who look just a bit askance at a pop drinking habit, even a diet one (and don't get offended, you righteous water drinkers, you know you do it)--also eat five marshmallows when they come home from working out.
I did drink water during my workout. Putting Diet Coke in my water bottle would be pushing it, even for me.
So here are some random items from the week. First and most noteworthy is that my parents just bought a totally kickin' motorcycle. Yes, Grandma and Grandpa Sweat are ratcheting up the Grandparent cool quotient a couple of notches. I'm glad for them, though. They both love it--my dad had been a motorcycle cop back in the day--and they're still young enough to enjoy it. So I say good for them. My dad came over last night and gave us all a ride and even spinning around the block was exhilarating. Here's a picture of Elise with Grandpa:
And here's a picture of the boys with their water guns, just so they won't feel like they're not getting any blog time.
Finally, we are 98% done with our "forest corner" in the back yard. (Still some wood chips to put down and a few other cosmetic adjustments). Here's the finished product, complete with the little burbling fountain Forrest installed. I'm lucky to have a hubby who's so good with landscaping, no?
And last but not least, here's a cute video I took of Wyatt last week.
Oh! He went to his six month check up and weight a strapping 16 lbs. 2 oz. and is in the 15% for weight and the 75% for height. Ethan had his check up, too, and was the 15% for weight and 50% for height. So hopefully both of them will stay away from the Diet Coke and marshmallows and they can retain such admirable body fat ratios.
I also just read a newspaper article that people who drink at least one can of pop a day are more likely to get diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure, and basically turn into all around fatties, and it doesn't matter if the pop is diet or regular. Here's the link: http://www.latimes.com/news/science/la-sci-soda24jul24,0,3841323.story. Bah, I say to that. And humbug. I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that people who just can't give up their Diet Coke--even with all the peer-pressure from the highly moral water-drinking crowd who look just a bit askance at a pop drinking habit, even a diet one (and don't get offended, you righteous water drinkers, you know you do it)--also eat five marshmallows when they come home from working out.
I did drink water during my workout. Putting Diet Coke in my water bottle would be pushing it, even for me.
So here are some random items from the week. First and most noteworthy is that my parents just bought a totally kickin' motorcycle. Yes, Grandma and Grandpa Sweat are ratcheting up the Grandparent cool quotient a couple of notches. I'm glad for them, though. They both love it--my dad had been a motorcycle cop back in the day--and they're still young enough to enjoy it. So I say good for them. My dad came over last night and gave us all a ride and even spinning around the block was exhilarating. Here's a picture of Elise with Grandpa:
And here's a picture of the boys with their water guns, just so they won't feel like they're not getting any blog time.
Finally, we are 98% done with our "forest corner" in the back yard. (Still some wood chips to put down and a few other cosmetic adjustments). Here's the finished product, complete with the little burbling fountain Forrest installed. I'm lucky to have a hubby who's so good with landscaping, no?
And last but not least, here's a cute video I took of Wyatt last week.
Oh! He went to his six month check up and weight a strapping 16 lbs. 2 oz. and is in the 15% for weight and the 75% for height. Ethan had his check up, too, and was the 15% for weight and 50% for height. So hopefully both of them will stay away from the Diet Coke and marshmallows and they can retain such admirable body fat ratios.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Cousins in the hizz-ouse
Is that how you spell rapper slang? I'm not altogether sure. (And I am altogether sure that rappers don't say altogether sure.)
I'm sitting here in my office listening to six giggling kids in the basement. They are supposed to be going to sleep, of course. It's 10:38 and I'm giving them 15 minutes before I go downstairs and be stern Mom (or stern Aunt), but for now I'm letting them unwind. Giggling kids is a happy sound until maybe 11:15.
I have my brother Tony's three girls (Lauren-8, Reagan-6, and Jane-4) staying here until Saturday. Their little brother Eli, who is two, is staying with their Grandma Bowman. Tony (a seminary teacher, for you blog readers who don't already know) is serving as Grand Poobah of an EFY at Utah State and they want the wives to come along, so their kids have been hangin' with the relatives all week. Forrest had marked the week off of his calendar so he could be here to help me but--of course--he was asked at the last minute to be on some kind of a team that was having an important meeting in MN this very week, so I'm doing the Mom of Seven thing all alone. So far, though, it's been fun. They're such good kids and they've all just been playing and enjoying each other. We went swimming; crashed the popsicle celebration after the Primary "Red, White, and Blue" parade (I didn't have seven modes of transportation for the kids, nor did I want to tape crepe paper and balloons all over the six modes of transportation I did have while holding Wyatt in the Baby Bjorn, so we decided to skip the parade part and walk across the street for the popsicle part. Grand idea!); had varying levels of success in eating our tacos; pulled out the halfway-broken and probably hazardous hideabed in the basement, popped popcorn, and watched "Never-Ending Story."
("How long is this movie?" Lauren asked. "It's neverending," Elise replied.)
I love that my kids get to spend time with their cousins. I kind of missed out on the whole cousin thing. I didn't have any my age, and the ones who were close to my age were BOYS (ack!)--so I always felt more like a babysitter than a friend when family got together. I guess that's what happens when you're the oldest grandchild on both sides. Poor Ethan is in exactly the same boat. Don't we all have our sad stories? Luckily, he really likes Lauren. Even though she IS a girl. But she's a cool girl and she'll play Ethan's elaborate role-playing fantasy games he concocts, so she's on his good list.
Okay, so they're settling down. One final funny thing. The kids were downstairs watching their movie, but Jane, the four year old, had come upstairs because it was kinda scary. (It's hard to be the littlest.) So she and I were snuggling on the couch, which I loved because there's nothing better than a snuggly four year old, as I was watching "So You Think You Can Dance." While we were watching, Janie sighed and said, "My mom just hates belly buttons."
"What?"
"Belly Buttons. She hates them. Like that girl." (She points to the scantily clad dancer on tv.) "She would hate her belly button a lot. It's not very modest."
Ahh, four year olds. Love em.
Now I gotta go downstairs and make these chitlins go to sleep.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Wyatt Dean, Sitting Machine
Wyatt has started sitting up like a big kid and it makes him seem so old to me. Here's a shot of his prowess--please excuse the drool and spit up. He's sitting on the floor in my office, the room in the house he hates above all. Every time I even walk through the office holding him he cries. Isn't it funny? He knows I need to answer email/edit manuscripts/work on my novel/blog (okay, so I don't need to blog, but sometimes I WANT to :-). Babies are too smart.
I do have to give Wyatt props for being a good boy at Yuba this weekend. We went with four other families in the neighborhood and had a wonderful time, and even though Wyatt spent most of the day in the baby Bjorn, trucking around the beach and contemplating the water, he enjoyed himself too. The big news of the weekend, though, was that Ethan and Elise both got up on skis! Jonas gave it a really good try, too--he's close. The look on Elise's face the first time she got up was priceless. Pure joy. And not only did Ethan get up, but when he fell he got up all on his own in the middle of the lake without any help. So I'm proud of the kids.
And last but not least, 15 years ago today a barely-20-year old college sophomore and a 21-year-old who'd been home from his mission for three whole months climbed into their 1976 Plymoth Volare and drove into the sunset of wedded bliss. :-) Seriously, though, I couldn't be luckier to have the husband I do, a guy who makes me laugh and trusts me and loves me for who I am. It's a cliche to say that your husband is your best friend . . . but he really is my favorite person. Happy Anniversary, hon.
(So young, so much hair product . . .)
I do have to give Wyatt props for being a good boy at Yuba this weekend. We went with four other families in the neighborhood and had a wonderful time, and even though Wyatt spent most of the day in the baby Bjorn, trucking around the beach and contemplating the water, he enjoyed himself too. The big news of the weekend, though, was that Ethan and Elise both got up on skis! Jonas gave it a really good try, too--he's close. The look on Elise's face the first time she got up was priceless. Pure joy. And not only did Ethan get up, but when he fell he got up all on his own in the middle of the lake without any help. So I'm proud of the kids.
And last but not least, 15 years ago today a barely-20-year old college sophomore and a 21-year-old who'd been home from his mission for three whole months climbed into their 1976 Plymoth Volare and drove into the sunset of wedded bliss. :-) Seriously, though, I couldn't be luckier to have the husband I do, a guy who makes me laugh and trusts me and loves me for who I am. It's a cliche to say that your husband is your best friend . . . but he really is my favorite person. Happy Anniversary, hon.
(So young, so much hair product . . .)
Monday, July 09, 2007
Today I am the same age . . .
my mom was when I started dating Forrest.
Ahhh! The big 3-5. I know it's a cliche to be surprised at how old one is getting, but I'll admit it. I'm surprised. I wonder when I'll feel comfortable, for example, being called a "woman." I have a hard time calling anyone a "woman" who isn't at least 10 years older than me (e.g. "A woman in my ward," and so on.) But "girl" is so un-p.c. and has condescending overtones. So what am I? A human of the female persuasion? Who happens to be 35??
Just wait until people start referring to me as "middle aged!!" AHHGGHHGHGHG!
There's been a lot to report on, but I'm going to have to do a quick run-down.
1. Had a great 4th. Went to a big neighborhood fireworks party that was a lot of fun, and made even more fun by the use of illegal fireworks from Wyoming (not by us . . . we were innocent bystanders, just enjoying the illegal fireworks of others!!) and the appearance of the coppers. Yes, it was high drama on Snow Peak Lane when a nice guy from around the corner hopped on his bike and rode over to tell us that the cops had been seen in the neighborhood and to cease and desist. Pretty soon the whispers started that the cop was hiding behind a truck, biding his time, but we were on to him. The kids found it all quite thrilling. Even the grown-ups did. He finally came out of hiding after about 10 minutes when it was apparent that we were going to continue to pretend that we only had sparklers, poppers and little green tanks until he left. Good times.
2. Elise had a great week learning to ride horses. Her horse was named Buddy and was a beautiful animal--sleek and shiny and very well taken care of by his owner, Megan, who was Elise's "mentor" all week long. (She was only 10, but very mature and did a great job showing Elise the ropes.) Here's a few pictures from Elise's week:
3. My Grandpa Hiatt treated us to a production of Les Miserables, and not only was the musical fabulous (especially the female leads--what voices!!), but we got to enjoy the added drama of a power outage occurring during the brothel scene. We waited for almost an hour for the power to return, and a few minutes before 9:00--the time when the director said we'd have to give up and go home--the power came back on and everybody cheered for joy. Even though I was up waaaay past my bedtime, it was so much fun. I also ran into my high school choir director, Mr. Moore, an amazing man and one of my most influential teachers. He's still at Cyprus, still dragging high schoolers around the valley during snowstorms at Christmastime and to places like California and Hawaii on tour. I owe some of my best high school memories to him. And he looks great. In high school I'd been in awe of his wife, a beautiful lady who'd been a ballerina with Ballet West, and she still looks like she's 30. (Not even 35! So now I'm officially oder than she is.)
4. Saw two movies: Ratatouille (how in the world is that spelled??), with Grandma and Grandpa Sweat and Tony & Cindy and kids, and Live Free or Die Hard with Forrest on Saturday night. Both were quite good. Ratatouille was gorgeous to look at and well written--enjoyed by all the adults but probably not as adored by the kids. And Die Hard was fun, too. I've always been a Bruce Willis fan. I know he's a little smug, but I've always liked guys who have some smirkiness about them. Oooh, and I also recently saw 1408, a John Cusak horror movie based on a Stephen King story. Very, very scary and fun. I like scary (not gory) movies, and this was one of the better ones I've seen in a while. I got to go because my Dad wanted to see it, but my mom thought it would be too scary for her so she offered to babysit so Forrest and I could go with him. I'll take her up on that anytime! So I've seen a lot of fun movies lately. Nothing better than an air conditioned movie theater, a Diet Coke and some Junior Mints at the height of summer.
5. Last night Forrest made a delicious chocolate cake from scratch, with rasperry filling and an actual ganoche frosting and invited both sides of the family over to sing happy birthday. Mmmm.. . . . the cake was delish. Reminded me of something out of Ratatouille!
Okay, so that wasn't so short, but we had a lot of catching up to do. Now I'm going to have to dig into my novel, which I just got back from the publisher with edits. I told Forrest I'm going to have to get a hotel and stay somewhere overnight, alone, just so I have the silence and the time to get this book done the way I want it. And, as a bonus, I would get to sleep through the night. Ahhh, luxuries.
Ahhh! The big 3-5. I know it's a cliche to be surprised at how old one is getting, but I'll admit it. I'm surprised. I wonder when I'll feel comfortable, for example, being called a "woman." I have a hard time calling anyone a "woman" who isn't at least 10 years older than me (e.g. "A woman in my ward," and so on.) But "girl" is so un-p.c. and has condescending overtones. So what am I? A human of the female persuasion? Who happens to be 35??
Just wait until people start referring to me as "middle aged!!" AHHGGHHGHGHG!
There's been a lot to report on, but I'm going to have to do a quick run-down.
1. Had a great 4th. Went to a big neighborhood fireworks party that was a lot of fun, and made even more fun by the use of illegal fireworks from Wyoming (not by us . . . we were innocent bystanders, just enjoying the illegal fireworks of others!!) and the appearance of the coppers. Yes, it was high drama on Snow Peak Lane when a nice guy from around the corner hopped on his bike and rode over to tell us that the cops had been seen in the neighborhood and to cease and desist. Pretty soon the whispers started that the cop was hiding behind a truck, biding his time, but we were on to him. The kids found it all quite thrilling. Even the grown-ups did. He finally came out of hiding after about 10 minutes when it was apparent that we were going to continue to pretend that we only had sparklers, poppers and little green tanks until he left. Good times.
2. Elise had a great week learning to ride horses. Her horse was named Buddy and was a beautiful animal--sleek and shiny and very well taken care of by his owner, Megan, who was Elise's "mentor" all week long. (She was only 10, but very mature and did a great job showing Elise the ropes.) Here's a few pictures from Elise's week:
3. My Grandpa Hiatt treated us to a production of Les Miserables, and not only was the musical fabulous (especially the female leads--what voices!!), but we got to enjoy the added drama of a power outage occurring during the brothel scene. We waited for almost an hour for the power to return, and a few minutes before 9:00--the time when the director said we'd have to give up and go home--the power came back on and everybody cheered for joy. Even though I was up waaaay past my bedtime, it was so much fun. I also ran into my high school choir director, Mr. Moore, an amazing man and one of my most influential teachers. He's still at Cyprus, still dragging high schoolers around the valley during snowstorms at Christmastime and to places like California and Hawaii on tour. I owe some of my best high school memories to him. And he looks great. In high school I'd been in awe of his wife, a beautiful lady who'd been a ballerina with Ballet West, and she still looks like she's 30. (Not even 35! So now I'm officially oder than she is.)
4. Saw two movies: Ratatouille (how in the world is that spelled??), with Grandma and Grandpa Sweat and Tony & Cindy and kids, and Live Free or Die Hard with Forrest on Saturday night. Both were quite good. Ratatouille was gorgeous to look at and well written--enjoyed by all the adults but probably not as adored by the kids. And Die Hard was fun, too. I've always been a Bruce Willis fan. I know he's a little smug, but I've always liked guys who have some smirkiness about them. Oooh, and I also recently saw 1408, a John Cusak horror movie based on a Stephen King story. Very, very scary and fun. I like scary (not gory) movies, and this was one of the better ones I've seen in a while. I got to go because my Dad wanted to see it, but my mom thought it would be too scary for her so she offered to babysit so Forrest and I could go with him. I'll take her up on that anytime! So I've seen a lot of fun movies lately. Nothing better than an air conditioned movie theater, a Diet Coke and some Junior Mints at the height of summer.
5. Last night Forrest made a delicious chocolate cake from scratch, with rasperry filling and an actual ganoche frosting and invited both sides of the family over to sing happy birthday. Mmmm.. . . . the cake was delish. Reminded me of something out of Ratatouille!
Okay, so that wasn't so short, but we had a lot of catching up to do. Now I'm going to have to dig into my novel, which I just got back from the publisher with edits. I told Forrest I'm going to have to get a hotel and stay somewhere overnight, alone, just so I have the silence and the time to get this book done the way I want it. And, as a bonus, I would get to sleep through the night. Ahhh, luxuries.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Does it get any manlier?
We went to Yuba this weekend with Tony & Cindy and my mom & dad and the cousins and had a great time, despite high winds, sunburn, a dead boat battery and the wakeboard of death. Here's a picture of my daring darling after attempting a 180 in choppy water, catching the edge of the wakeboard on a rogue wave, flipping over face first so hard I heard the "SMACK!" even though I was in the boat with the engine droning, and getting grazed on the non-smacked side of his face with the corner of the wakeboard when his legs flipped up behind him under water.
I was pretty worried when I saw him bobbing out there in the water with blood streaming down his head, but he was very masculine and nonchalant about the whole thing. He was even waving off the need for stitches until after we came home and he was chatting with a neighbor while he cleaned out the boat and noticed blood seeping out from under the bandage. (oops.) Luckily, he didn't need stitches, just that super glue for skin, and he should be good as new. With maybe a little scar up high on his forhead to show how even at 36, nothing slows him down.
So it's officially summer! The kids had their last day of school, and here's the obligitory sitting-on-the-front-steps picture that I like to do. It's the first time since Kindergarten that Elise hasn't come home sobbing. (Although she tells me she did cry at school).
All three of the kids had a great year. Now we have seven weeks off--lucky D trackers! the B & C trackers only have three--and before we know it we'll be back to the races again. Elise is starting her summer off with a bang at horse training camp. I just found the camp last week--the one I had wanted to do was full--and I decided to sign her up, even though I would have liked for her to do it later on in the summer when she was bored. But she's been wanting to do this for so long, and she had a great time today. I went to pick her up and she was all dusty and sweaty and beaming, chattering 100 miles a minute about her horse "Buddy" and riding bare back. She has a "horse show" on Friday, the last day of the camp, for family members, so I'll take pictures and share.
Oh, and I just have to include this pic of Wyatt looking cute in his bumbo seat on the beach. I also have to thank my friend Michelle for the hat. It's the only one I have that doesn't fly off of his head or fall down into his eyes. Wyatt would thank her too, I'm sure:
I was pretty worried when I saw him bobbing out there in the water with blood streaming down his head, but he was very masculine and nonchalant about the whole thing. He was even waving off the need for stitches until after we came home and he was chatting with a neighbor while he cleaned out the boat and noticed blood seeping out from under the bandage. (oops.) Luckily, he didn't need stitches, just that super glue for skin, and he should be good as new. With maybe a little scar up high on his forhead to show how even at 36, nothing slows him down.
So it's officially summer! The kids had their last day of school, and here's the obligitory sitting-on-the-front-steps picture that I like to do. It's the first time since Kindergarten that Elise hasn't come home sobbing. (Although she tells me she did cry at school).
All three of the kids had a great year. Now we have seven weeks off--lucky D trackers! the B & C trackers only have three--and before we know it we'll be back to the races again. Elise is starting her summer off with a bang at horse training camp. I just found the camp last week--the one I had wanted to do was full--and I decided to sign her up, even though I would have liked for her to do it later on in the summer when she was bored. But she's been wanting to do this for so long, and she had a great time today. I went to pick her up and she was all dusty and sweaty and beaming, chattering 100 miles a minute about her horse "Buddy" and riding bare back. She has a "horse show" on Friday, the last day of the camp, for family members, so I'll take pictures and share.
Oh, and I just have to include this pic of Wyatt looking cute in his bumbo seat on the beach. I also have to thank my friend Michelle for the hat. It's the only one I have that doesn't fly off of his head or fall down into his eyes. Wyatt would thank her too, I'm sure:
Friday, June 29, 2007
Ethan's standup routine
Yesterday was the 5th grade talent show. The top four performers in each of the 4 5th grade classes performed, and Ethan did his standup act. Once again, Mom was a little nervous because he insisted on doing all new material (even though his Teletubbies/Dora the Explorer humor KILLED last time!). So that morning at 7:20, still in our pajamas, Ethan and I went over ideas for his new routine. But the kid pulled it off! I missed videoing the first 20 seconds or so of the routine (dumb camera problems), much to Ethan's dismay. I was so proud of how well he did, up there in front of the whole fifth grade PLUS parents. So here he is, Ethan Hallstrom, comedian extraordinaire. (Oh, and you can't tell but his shirt says "It's My Brother's Fault". This will factor in to one of the jokes at the end.)
Pretty good delivery and sense of comic timing for a 10 year old, don't you think!?
Pretty good delivery and sense of comic timing for a 10 year old, don't you think!?
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Sciatica!
Had a little flare-up today with my back. It's such an old-person thing to say: "My back went out!" Makes me feel like I need the clapper. Or that "I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up" device with the poor old lady stranded on the living room floor. Fortunately, my flare-up wasn't tooo bad, but unfortunately it occurred at Ethan's 5th grade play ("Celebrate America!") as I was trying to lug Wyatt out in his car seat with the other masses of 5th grade parents and siblings pressing behind me. Schproooing! There you go. But you're in the flow of traffic and you just can't stop so I hobbled my way to the wall of lockers and leaned there for a minute until the halls cleared out and the kids and I could hobble the rest of the way to the car. (Forrest is in Minnesota, getting pangs of Minnesota-sickness. The heavy air! The green! The water! Such a lovely place. I get pangs just thinking about it.) So not only did I have to lug Wyatt all by myself, crippled, but Dad missed Ethan playing William Bradford, governor of colonial Plymouth--and he did a top notch job, delivering his lines with aplomb and singing robustly throughout except for the lyric in "Yankee Doodle" where one is supposed to sing, "I've got a Yankee Doodle Sweetheart. She's my Yankee Doodle joy." Wonder why? :-)
Here's a picture (and sorry it's grainy, best I could do, dumb cameras that don't know where to focus in low light with lots of people):
I have a few other pictures I've taken lately that I'll share, mostly because they're cute:
A boy and his cat. It was a lovely summer night and Wyatt was enjoying some lawn time. Buttercup thought she'd join him. They were both quite content.
Yo, yo--wasssupp! Wyatt is turning into a little man all of a sudden. I've been tweaking his sleep routine--no more swaddling, and I'm trying to put him down awake. Worked last night, but not so much tonight. After crying for 15 minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and went in and rocked him and he zonked out in my arms almost immediately. There's a part of me that wants to just keep rocking him. I do love rocking babies. Espeically right after a bath. Oh, their little heads just smell so good!
Introducing . . . my feet! Wyatt his discovered that there are fun little appendages on the end of his legs. It's nice because it gives him something to play with that he can't drop or use to bonk himself in the head.
And this is a picture of Joe, mostly so he can prove that he, too, has stunning blue eyes. Wyatt has been stealing some of his thunder.
Tomorrow is field day--three more days of school. I can hardly believe that next year I'll have a first grader, fourth grader, and SIXTH grader. (Don't we all remember sixth grade so well? At least those of us who are female and haven't had our memories wiped clean by testosterone? Miss Anderson, my sixth grade teacher, was young and beautiful and had a poster of Michael Jackson on the wall--he was wearing a yellow sweater vest--and taught us how to dance cool and told us helpful hints such as: "When borrowing a friend's shirt, always weare deoderant." As well as, "Don't wear knee socks with shorts. Dorky." Funny the things you remember.)
So I'll have to post some field day pictures soon. Note to self: don't forget the camera.
Here's a picture (and sorry it's grainy, best I could do, dumb cameras that don't know where to focus in low light with lots of people):
I have a few other pictures I've taken lately that I'll share, mostly because they're cute:
A boy and his cat. It was a lovely summer night and Wyatt was enjoying some lawn time. Buttercup thought she'd join him. They were both quite content.
Yo, yo--wasssupp! Wyatt is turning into a little man all of a sudden. I've been tweaking his sleep routine--no more swaddling, and I'm trying to put him down awake. Worked last night, but not so much tonight. After crying for 15 minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and went in and rocked him and he zonked out in my arms almost immediately. There's a part of me that wants to just keep rocking him. I do love rocking babies. Espeically right after a bath. Oh, their little heads just smell so good!
Introducing . . . my feet! Wyatt his discovered that there are fun little appendages on the end of his legs. It's nice because it gives him something to play with that he can't drop or use to bonk himself in the head.
And this is a picture of Joe, mostly so he can prove that he, too, has stunning blue eyes. Wyatt has been stealing some of his thunder.
Tomorrow is field day--three more days of school. I can hardly believe that next year I'll have a first grader, fourth grader, and SIXTH grader. (Don't we all remember sixth grade so well? At least those of us who are female and haven't had our memories wiped clean by testosterone? Miss Anderson, my sixth grade teacher, was young and beautiful and had a poster of Michael Jackson on the wall--he was wearing a yellow sweater vest--and taught us how to dance cool and told us helpful hints such as: "When borrowing a friend's shirt, always weare deoderant." As well as, "Don't wear knee socks with shorts. Dorky." Funny the things you remember.)
So I'll have to post some field day pictures soon. Note to self: don't forget the camera.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Blogreality
Sometimes I click on the links on friends' blogs to read the inner thoughts and blogworthy accomplishments of strangers (what could be more fun?) and I've come to the conclusion that we are all infinitely more fascinating/accomplished/beautiful when viewed through a blog-lens than in real life. It's an interesting new method of communication, this "christmas card letter to the world"--especially when the blogger is essentially a stranger we've never met in person, and what we see is only what the blogger wants us to see. Who is this "Omaha Mama" with the beautiful blonde children and the beadworking business and the husband who flies her to San Fransisco for her birthday? What about "Crazy Jane" the writer who opines on New York Times articles about global warming and lovlingly crochets multi-colored scarves for all her friends at Christmastime?
I betcha Omaha Mama sometimes forgets when it's her turn to help out in her son's kindergarten class. (I just did that). I bet Crazy Jane watches reality television. (Seriously, have any of you been watching "So You Think You Can Dance?" My favorite show. Sometimes makes me teary-eyed. I am not ashamed that I love watching reality tv shows where people who are really talented and passionate compete, a la "Project Runway" and good seasons of "American Ido"--although last season was kind of a stinker, IMO).
It's especially interesting reading blogs done by good photographers. Sunkissed children frolicking on the lawn; kindly bemused-looking husbands shot in black and white, sitting in Adirondack chairs on the patio; stunning sunsets captured from the back porch of the family cabin. It's easy enough to be bamboozled by one's OWN photography (flipping through the photo album, looking at the sweet cherub faces of our then-two-year old children, sighing that those were they days while conveniently forgetting that we never took any pictures of the time said cherub filled the toilet with magazines and flushed, etc etc). But the bloggers who take lovely pictures but don't write much live a particularly idealized life.
So for any of you who are reading this blog and think that I live some kind of blessed existence, here is the truth. Although I DO have lots of blessings, lots to be grateful for, lots that makes me very happy, I also have plenty to worry about. Having four kids pretty much ensures that. I'm lazier than I should be. (It's 9:06 and I'm still in my pajamas, having put Wyatt down for a quick nap in his swing. The dishwasher is not loaded and I haven't even showered, Elise's bedroom is a nightmare mess, and I'm sitting in front of my computer.) I'm not as spiritual as I should be. (Need to read scriptures more. Need to pray better. Need to be more focused on the important things in life and less on "So You Think You Can Dance." But I said I wasn't ashamed. Maybe I am a little.) I don't eat as healthily as I should and neither do my kids. (A friend of mine said here kids were eating sushi. SUSHI! Mine won't eat salad yet, not even Ethan.) I was mean to the volunteer lady from the Professional Firefighters of Utah who called for the FIFTH TIME IN TWO DAYS asking for money. (I wasn't mean the first four times. But this is an excuse.) Sometimes I listen to music by Nine Inch Nails and the Beastie Boys and turn it up loud and like it. Sometimes my kids fight. Sometimes I yell. When I was up in the middle of the night last week and had barely gotten Wyatt to sleep, Buttercup started yowling at the door to be let in and wouldn't stop, so I crept over to let her in, still holding Wyatt, and the sound of the door opening woke him up and it made me so mad I kicked the cat as she scuttled inside. But not very hard. More like scooted her across the hardwood floor with my foot. But still. Oh. And I have strech marks. Lots.
So there's the truth--and only a part of the truth. The truth is it's hard for anyone to know us really, even our own families. Isn't that a little scary? Scary but wonderful?
And now Wyatt's awake. And the dishes aren't done and I haven't showered and he'll probably cry the whole time I attempt to accomplish these tasks I should have been doing while he was sleeping. See?
p.s.--Ethan Update: He won 1st place in his class talent show doing his stand up routine, based on in-class voting. Seriously. He came home from school that day just about bursting out of his skin, he was so excited and proud. So that's a good thing--a true good thing, just like all the other true good things I write about on this blog that balance out the fact that I have one more week to go before payday and I'm already in my overdraft. Sigh.
I betcha Omaha Mama sometimes forgets when it's her turn to help out in her son's kindergarten class. (I just did that). I bet Crazy Jane watches reality television. (Seriously, have any of you been watching "So You Think You Can Dance?" My favorite show. Sometimes makes me teary-eyed. I am not ashamed that I love watching reality tv shows where people who are really talented and passionate compete, a la "Project Runway" and good seasons of "American Ido"--although last season was kind of a stinker, IMO).
It's especially interesting reading blogs done by good photographers. Sunkissed children frolicking on the lawn; kindly bemused-looking husbands shot in black and white, sitting in Adirondack chairs on the patio; stunning sunsets captured from the back porch of the family cabin. It's easy enough to be bamboozled by one's OWN photography (flipping through the photo album, looking at the sweet cherub faces of our then-two-year old children, sighing that those were they days while conveniently forgetting that we never took any pictures of the time said cherub filled the toilet with magazines and flushed, etc etc). But the bloggers who take lovely pictures but don't write much live a particularly idealized life.
So for any of you who are reading this blog and think that I live some kind of blessed existence, here is the truth. Although I DO have lots of blessings, lots to be grateful for, lots that makes me very happy, I also have plenty to worry about. Having four kids pretty much ensures that. I'm lazier than I should be. (It's 9:06 and I'm still in my pajamas, having put Wyatt down for a quick nap in his swing. The dishwasher is not loaded and I haven't even showered, Elise's bedroom is a nightmare mess, and I'm sitting in front of my computer.) I'm not as spiritual as I should be. (Need to read scriptures more. Need to pray better. Need to be more focused on the important things in life and less on "So You Think You Can Dance." But I said I wasn't ashamed. Maybe I am a little.) I don't eat as healthily as I should and neither do my kids. (A friend of mine said here kids were eating sushi. SUSHI! Mine won't eat salad yet, not even Ethan.) I was mean to the volunteer lady from the Professional Firefighters of Utah who called for the FIFTH TIME IN TWO DAYS asking for money. (I wasn't mean the first four times. But this is an excuse.) Sometimes I listen to music by Nine Inch Nails and the Beastie Boys and turn it up loud and like it. Sometimes my kids fight. Sometimes I yell. When I was up in the middle of the night last week and had barely gotten Wyatt to sleep, Buttercup started yowling at the door to be let in and wouldn't stop, so I crept over to let her in, still holding Wyatt, and the sound of the door opening woke him up and it made me so mad I kicked the cat as she scuttled inside. But not very hard. More like scooted her across the hardwood floor with my foot. But still. Oh. And I have strech marks. Lots.
So there's the truth--and only a part of the truth. The truth is it's hard for anyone to know us really, even our own families. Isn't that a little scary? Scary but wonderful?
And now Wyatt's awake. And the dishes aren't done and I haven't showered and he'll probably cry the whole time I attempt to accomplish these tasks I should have been doing while he was sleeping. See?
p.s.--Ethan Update: He won 1st place in his class talent show doing his stand up routine, based on in-class voting. Seriously. He came home from school that day just about bursting out of his skin, he was so excited and proud. So that's a good thing--a true good thing, just like all the other true good things I write about on this blog that balance out the fact that I have one more week to go before payday and I'm already in my overdraft. Sigh.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Women in Art
A friend of mine emailed me this link to a video on YouTube. Just thought it was cool and that I'd share:
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Everything I Forgot To Tell You Last Week
I've been meaning to update regular life all week long and haven't gotten around to it yet, so here's the latest rundown.
First, Elise pictures. This pictures are from last week. First there's a shot of Elise and two of her friends at our ward picnic. We met at a fun little park with water fountains and the kids had a great time jumping around and getting wet, the dads enjoyed some horseshoes, and the moms pretty much stayed inside the pavilion, drank Diet Cokes and talked. (That's my idea of a good time). When I went to go get Elise to tell her it was time to come home, she was kicking the soccer ball around with her friends on the top of this hill. With the mountain behind them, they looked like Queens of the World, and I just happened to have my camera in the diaper bag. Cute girls.
And this is an action shot of Elise playing soccer. She's come a long way this year, considering she'd never played soccer before. I felt for her yesterday, though, playing soccer in 100 degree heat. That's just cruel and unusual, if you ask me.
Other things . . . hmmmm . . . Oh! Ethan has his school talent show today and he's doing stand up. No kidding. We worked on his routine a bit last night and he has some good material, mostly making fun of little kids shows ("Now Teletubbies, THAT's a freaky show. Especially that baby sun. Imagine if that was real. You walk outside one morning, happy, whistling a tune, then you look up into the sky . . . BABY SUN! Giant, freaky baby glaring down at you, laughing, gurgling" and so on.) Imagine that with an Ethan-style delivery. He'll have to fill us in on how it went this afternoon. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for him because stand up is HARD, but he did have a guy in his class whose Mom came and he pointed at Ethan and said, "That's the really funny guy I keep talking about." Takes after his dad.
And speaking of Dads, yesterday was Father's Day! Hooray for Fathers! Forrest got a nice French toast breakfast, some hand made presents from the kids, some new bbq utensils from Mom (to go with his new barbeque that he bought himself a few weeks ago--I simply resort to token gifts because anything he wants for himself he buys before I can buy it :-). We had just enough time for a nice dinner as a family after church before he had to take off for the airport to head to Vegas. He has some client sponsored golf tournament today. It should be fun . . . but it will be 107 degrees. Yikes!
Which reminds me of my final bit of inconsequential news. (See how I'm working all these transitions between paragraphs?) Saturday was the hottest day of the year so far in Utah, and Rocky Mountain Power decided to pick that day to do a planned power outage from 7 am to 5 pm. All sorts of people had to cancel get-togethers and lots of folks were up in arms. Well apparently somebody tipped off Channel 2 news, because as I was walking home from the pool on Friday, I saw them parked in front of my house doing interviews. They asked me a few questions . . . and my slightly giggly, slightly double-chinny self ended up on the 6:00 broadcast. (I think I said something profound about how we couldn't even use the pool because the filters wouldn't work. It was mesmerizing!)
So that's it for now . . . more updates later . . . .
First, Elise pictures. This pictures are from last week. First there's a shot of Elise and two of her friends at our ward picnic. We met at a fun little park with water fountains and the kids had a great time jumping around and getting wet, the dads enjoyed some horseshoes, and the moms pretty much stayed inside the pavilion, drank Diet Cokes and talked. (That's my idea of a good time). When I went to go get Elise to tell her it was time to come home, she was kicking the soccer ball around with her friends on the top of this hill. With the mountain behind them, they looked like Queens of the World, and I just happened to have my camera in the diaper bag. Cute girls.
And this is an action shot of Elise playing soccer. She's come a long way this year, considering she'd never played soccer before. I felt for her yesterday, though, playing soccer in 100 degree heat. That's just cruel and unusual, if you ask me.
Other things . . . hmmmm . . . Oh! Ethan has his school talent show today and he's doing stand up. No kidding. We worked on his routine a bit last night and he has some good material, mostly making fun of little kids shows ("Now Teletubbies, THAT's a freaky show. Especially that baby sun. Imagine if that was real. You walk outside one morning, happy, whistling a tune, then you look up into the sky . . . BABY SUN! Giant, freaky baby glaring down at you, laughing, gurgling" and so on.) Imagine that with an Ethan-style delivery. He'll have to fill us in on how it went this afternoon. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for him because stand up is HARD, but he did have a guy in his class whose Mom came and he pointed at Ethan and said, "That's the really funny guy I keep talking about." Takes after his dad.
And speaking of Dads, yesterday was Father's Day! Hooray for Fathers! Forrest got a nice French toast breakfast, some hand made presents from the kids, some new bbq utensils from Mom (to go with his new barbeque that he bought himself a few weeks ago--I simply resort to token gifts because anything he wants for himself he buys before I can buy it :-). We had just enough time for a nice dinner as a family after church before he had to take off for the airport to head to Vegas. He has some client sponsored golf tournament today. It should be fun . . . but it will be 107 degrees. Yikes!
Which reminds me of my final bit of inconsequential news. (See how I'm working all these transitions between paragraphs?) Saturday was the hottest day of the year so far in Utah, and Rocky Mountain Power decided to pick that day to do a planned power outage from 7 am to 5 pm. All sorts of people had to cancel get-togethers and lots of folks were up in arms. Well apparently somebody tipped off Channel 2 news, because as I was walking home from the pool on Friday, I saw them parked in front of my house doing interviews. They asked me a few questions . . . and my slightly giggly, slightly double-chinny self ended up on the 6:00 broadcast. (I think I said something profound about how we couldn't even use the pool because the filters wouldn't work. It was mesmerizing!)
So that's it for now . . . more updates later . . . .
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Great News
It looks like my novel, True and Faithful, is going to be published! After many stops and starts, I was beginning to lose hope that this book would ever exist outside my computer hard drive. But a new LDS publisher called Parables has offered me a contract. Although it's a small publisher and doesn't have the kind of muscle that a publisher like Deseret Book might have, Parables is willing to take a risk with a literary novel-in-stories aimed at an LDS audience. I am thrilled and will do all that I can to get the book in stores. (It will be available on Amazon, but getting distribution in bookstores like DB and Seagull and Barnes and Noble is another story). I still can't quite believe it. The publisher is tentatively hoping to have the book out by Christmas, which is a pretty quick production schedule. Aack!
Now that I'm faced with the prospect of having the book out there in the world, I'm surprised at my range of emotions. Although I'm incredibly excited, I'm a little scared, too. What will people think? From my literary friends to my visiting teachers to my family to some guy in Nebraska--they could all be reading this window into my psyche and coming to conclusions over which I have no control. Scary! SCARY!
But awesome. I'm thrilled.
Stay tuned . . .
Now that I'm faced with the prospect of having the book out there in the world, I'm surprised at my range of emotions. Although I'm incredibly excited, I'm a little scared, too. What will people think? From my literary friends to my visiting teachers to my family to some guy in Nebraska--they could all be reading this window into my psyche and coming to conclusions over which I have no control. Scary! SCARY!
But awesome. I'm thrilled.
Stay tuned . . .
Friday, June 08, 2007
Doing the Derby
Last night was the Pinewood Derby . . . and it just hit me today that it's probably Ethan's LAST! Hard to believe, but next year he'll be an 11-year Scout and out of the Cub program. "The years they pass like summer dew upon the grass." (Quick! What's the reference?!). Anyway, Ethan and his Dad spent a lot of time the last few days working on his car. It was black and shaped like a piece of marshal arts weaponry and had a symbol on it from the Anime style cartoon he's become recently fixated on called "Naruto." (I think that's how it's spelled. I'm not googling it, since I'm guessing most of my readers don't know how to spell it either). He was quite pleased with the result, and Dad was quite pleased with all the little Pinewood Derby tricks he employed to make the car run faster. (At our very first Pinewood Derby in MN, we simply built a car and got completely skunked, thereby reinforcing the need to learn the Pinewood Derby tricks of the trade, if only to spare Dad the humiliation :-).
But upon arriving at the Derby, it came to our attention that (dun, dun, duuuun) there was a ringer in the house! Turns out the Colletti boys' Grandpa was the Austrailian National Pinewood Derby Champion (honest!), and the minute we saw the Collettis' cars run the track we knew the best we could hope for was third. Those cars were smokin. Really, though, Ethan was just hoping to make the finals, because there were plenty of Dads around that were reaaaaaallly into graphiting wheels before the race began and pacing around, full of competitive anxiety. As Forrest put it to a friend of ours that night, he's a solid B+ kind of guy in most respects, Pinewood Derby races included. Here's a shot of Ethan and three other cute blonde boys waiting for their cars to come down the track. (The dreaded Coletti is sitting next to Ethan, second from the left. He's really a very nice kid, as is his brother and his parents and their Austrailan champion Grandpa :-):
The race was run by a guy who, I'm assuming, does PInewood Derbies as a job or something, since he informed us that we were the 60th race he'd done so far this year. He had a metal track that he also informed us cost $1,500 and that if anyone stepped over it, he would fine him $5. If he stepped over it again, he would be disqualified and asked to leave. And if stepping over the track became a REAL problem, Mr. Pinewood Derby would dismantle the track and go home. No kidding. I bet I heard a panicky adult say, "Don't Step Over the Track!" to an eight year old crazed with derby fever and not thinking straight at least a dozen times. Luckily, we got through the race without any track related tragedies. But even though this Derby guy was more than a little over the top, he did a great job running things and the kids had a lot of fun. Ethan did end up in the final eight--his goal--but didn't make the top four. (Dad encouraged him to run the car backwards during one heat because Mr. Derby had said some cars run faster this way and he was running against a Coletti, so he might as well try it out. But that slowed him waaay down and he took 4th in that heat. I was very impressed with the way he took it, though. A little disappointed at first, a little bit of a "Daaaad!" look of exasperation shot across the not-to-be-stepped-over track, and then he got over it.) Here's a shot of Ethan and his friend Alec at the end of the race:
So a good time was had by all. And before you know it, Joe will be in a Derby. And then Wyatt! A lifetime of Derbies are ahead of us. Can't wait.
But upon arriving at the Derby, it came to our attention that (dun, dun, duuuun) there was a ringer in the house! Turns out the Colletti boys' Grandpa was the Austrailian National Pinewood Derby Champion (honest!), and the minute we saw the Collettis' cars run the track we knew the best we could hope for was third. Those cars were smokin. Really, though, Ethan was just hoping to make the finals, because there were plenty of Dads around that were reaaaaaallly into graphiting wheels before the race began and pacing around, full of competitive anxiety. As Forrest put it to a friend of ours that night, he's a solid B+ kind of guy in most respects, Pinewood Derby races included. Here's a shot of Ethan and three other cute blonde boys waiting for their cars to come down the track. (The dreaded Coletti is sitting next to Ethan, second from the left. He's really a very nice kid, as is his brother and his parents and their Austrailan champion Grandpa :-):
The race was run by a guy who, I'm assuming, does PInewood Derbies as a job or something, since he informed us that we were the 60th race he'd done so far this year. He had a metal track that he also informed us cost $1,500 and that if anyone stepped over it, he would fine him $5. If he stepped over it again, he would be disqualified and asked to leave. And if stepping over the track became a REAL problem, Mr. Pinewood Derby would dismantle the track and go home. No kidding. I bet I heard a panicky adult say, "Don't Step Over the Track!" to an eight year old crazed with derby fever and not thinking straight at least a dozen times. Luckily, we got through the race without any track related tragedies. But even though this Derby guy was more than a little over the top, he did a great job running things and the kids had a lot of fun. Ethan did end up in the final eight--his goal--but didn't make the top four. (Dad encouraged him to run the car backwards during one heat because Mr. Derby had said some cars run faster this way and he was running against a Coletti, so he might as well try it out. But that slowed him waaay down and he took 4th in that heat. I was very impressed with the way he took it, though. A little disappointed at first, a little bit of a "Daaaad!" look of exasperation shot across the not-to-be-stepped-over track, and then he got over it.) Here's a shot of Ethan and his friend Alec at the end of the race:
So a good time was had by all. And before you know it, Joe will be in a Derby. And then Wyatt! A lifetime of Derbies are ahead of us. Can't wait.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Mr. Rollerbaby
I forgot to add on my last post that Wyatt started rolling from back to front on Saturday. (Forrest actually saw the first one--of course!). He'd been trying for days and finally figured it out. Now he's rolling like a champ. Here's video proof:
Monday, June 04, 2007
Scorchy
It's been downright HOT in Utah these days. I have sunburned shoulders to prove it. Although it did allow is to have our inaugural boating day on Friday--we took the kids out of school early and headed to Yuba with Forrest's family. A grand time was had by all, even Wyatt, who enjoyed riding in the boat but did NOT enjoy wearing the life jacket. The kids did a great job kneeboarding, mom got up on skis for the first time in over a year, and dad added a wicked new trick to his wakeboarding repertoire: an airborne 180. It was very cool. I keep reminding Forrest that he's on the downhill side to 40 and at some point all these tricks are going to catch up with him, but so far he hasn't broken or irreparably maimed anything. And it makes him happy to look so studly.
Sorry I don't have any pictures of Yuba. Forgot the camera! But I do have some pictures of the boys playing soccer on Saturday that I'll share, just so there's something to look at:
Alright, so Jonas isn't exactly playing. I had to feed Wyatt and got there late and he'd already done his playing and was sitting out for the last bit of the game. But doesn't he look cute on the sidelines? I also haven't taken any pictures of Elise playing soccer yet, but will. She wasn't very happy about going on Saturday because we'd spent all day at the lake on Friday then she slept over at a friend's house and stayed up till 2 in the morning and was exhausted--and Saturday afternoon it was over 90 degrees outside. But we gave her the ol' "you gott a support your team, if you sign up for something you've gotta see it through" lecture. I did feel for her. (I certainly wouldn't have wanted to play soccer either) but it is our job as parents to make our children do things they don't want to, so they become accustomed to doing things they don't want to for the rest of their lives. Right? :-)
Let's see. Anything else? Oh, I'm going to put in a link that 90% of you will have no interest in, but it's an interview with Mitt Romney that I found fascinating. http://pewforum.org/events/?EventID=148
The Pew Forum has a biannual conference on religion, politics and public life and a lot of well known journalists attend. They invited Richard Bushman, author of Rough Stone Rolling and a professor at Columbia, to attend and talk about the political history of Mormonism, how Mitt Romney might govern in light of his Mormonism, and to answer any questions that the journalists might have. I thought Bushman did a fabulous job (taught me a thing or two) and it was very interesting to see the questions and perceptions about Mormonism that came through from the journalists. Check it out.
Sorry I don't have any pictures of Yuba. Forgot the camera! But I do have some pictures of the boys playing soccer on Saturday that I'll share, just so there's something to look at:
Alright, so Jonas isn't exactly playing. I had to feed Wyatt and got there late and he'd already done his playing and was sitting out for the last bit of the game. But doesn't he look cute on the sidelines? I also haven't taken any pictures of Elise playing soccer yet, but will. She wasn't very happy about going on Saturday because we'd spent all day at the lake on Friday then she slept over at a friend's house and stayed up till 2 in the morning and was exhausted--and Saturday afternoon it was over 90 degrees outside. But we gave her the ol' "you gott a support your team, if you sign up for something you've gotta see it through" lecture. I did feel for her. (I certainly wouldn't have wanted to play soccer either) but it is our job as parents to make our children do things they don't want to, so they become accustomed to doing things they don't want to for the rest of their lives. Right? :-)
Let's see. Anything else? Oh, I'm going to put in a link that 90% of you will have no interest in, but it's an interview with Mitt Romney that I found fascinating. http://pewforum.org/events/?EventID=148
The Pew Forum has a biannual conference on religion, politics and public life and a lot of well known journalists attend. They invited Richard Bushman, author of Rough Stone Rolling and a professor at Columbia, to attend and talk about the political history of Mormonism, how Mitt Romney might govern in light of his Mormonism, and to answer any questions that the journalists might have. I thought Bushman did a fabulous job (taught me a thing or two) and it was very interesting to see the questions and perceptions about Mormonism that came through from the journalists. Check it out.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Too Cute
I took these pictures of Wyatt last night during and after his bath. (He's almost too big for his tub, though. He makes a heckufa mess kicking water everywhere.)
Now is that a cute kid or what?
He's especially in my good graces today because he did a one wake-up night last night (2:00, then through to 6:20 . . . and Forrest got him so I slept till 7!) and I took him to my Rock and Stroll aerobics class and he stayed awake the entire time, and I didn't have to leave. I did have to give him his binki 17 times and take him out while we were doing biceps and curl him instead of the hand weight . . . but I'll take it.
We've had quite a weekend. The quick rundown is:
1. We had Darrin Wilkey stay with us for a couple of nights while he continued looking for a house for his family. (They live in West Virginia and are hoping to move here in July). The poor Wilkeys have looked at 60 something houses, but they have finally found two that might work and they put in offers, so we'll see which one takes. It will be fun to have them living here, for sure.
2. Forrest started working on our "Forest Corner" in our yard, aptly named as it refers both to my hardworking landscaper husband and the fact that we're trying to replicate what it might feel like to be in the mountains. We put in a bunch of red sandstone rocks to sit on and even fashoined some benches, and we planted some Quakies (yes, I know some people hate them, but I love them--the way they look, the way the sun shines through the leaves--and I forgive them for sending out shoots and being otherwise disagreeable) and some funky evergreens. We're going to have a firepit on a flagstone patio and it's going to be glorious. As soon as it's done I'll take a picture and post it. But Forrest worked like a dog, and watching him dump a 900 pound rock out of Grandpa Ranquist's beater druck with a crowbar was an exciting event.
3. We had Forrest's family over for a barbeque to celebrate his Dad's birthday and had some delicious kabobs on the grill. Mmmm. . . .
4. The pool opened! The kids had fun swimming and their cousins came over to join in on the good times.
5. We visited Grandpa Ranquist's grave on Sunday and went to Heber with Grandma Ranquist and Tony & Cindy and my mom and dad yesterday to visit Grandpa Sweat's grave. We used to go to Heber every year when I was a kid with the Hjorths and have a picnic and play softball, and it was so fun to go up again as a grown up and see my own kids playing bocce ball at the same park I played at when I was their age. It was cool to visit the Heber Cemetary, too--so many old headstones. Some were 140 years old or so. Here are some cool pics:
I love that picture of Grandma Sweat and all the kids looking down at the headstone. And the one with Great Grandma Ranquist is a scream--that's the best I could do with 8 antsy kids. Is anyone looking at the camera???
5. Last but not least we had an inagural marshmallow roast last night in our new firepit. (It's freestanding, so we just put it on the dirt where our flagstone patio will someday be.) Although Forrest went the cheap route and bought the Western Family marshmallows . . . and he will be the first to admit that it was a mistake and that t he marshmallows lacked the proper crunchy/gooey consistency . . . the kids still had a great time, and I survived even though I was totally paranoid that my neice Ayva was going to toddle into the fire. And Wyatt loved the fire. Mesmerized. Finally we got the kids in bed, exhausted and smelling like smoke, and our long holiday weekend was complete.
Now is that a cute kid or what?
He's especially in my good graces today because he did a one wake-up night last night (2:00, then through to 6:20 . . . and Forrest got him so I slept till 7!) and I took him to my Rock and Stroll aerobics class and he stayed awake the entire time, and I didn't have to leave. I did have to give him his binki 17 times and take him out while we were doing biceps and curl him instead of the hand weight . . . but I'll take it.
We've had quite a weekend. The quick rundown is:
1. We had Darrin Wilkey stay with us for a couple of nights while he continued looking for a house for his family. (They live in West Virginia and are hoping to move here in July). The poor Wilkeys have looked at 60 something houses, but they have finally found two that might work and they put in offers, so we'll see which one takes. It will be fun to have them living here, for sure.
2. Forrest started working on our "Forest Corner" in our yard, aptly named as it refers both to my hardworking landscaper husband and the fact that we're trying to replicate what it might feel like to be in the mountains. We put in a bunch of red sandstone rocks to sit on and even fashoined some benches, and we planted some Quakies (yes, I know some people hate them, but I love them--the way they look, the way the sun shines through the leaves--and I forgive them for sending out shoots and being otherwise disagreeable) and some funky evergreens. We're going to have a firepit on a flagstone patio and it's going to be glorious. As soon as it's done I'll take a picture and post it. But Forrest worked like a dog, and watching him dump a 900 pound rock out of Grandpa Ranquist's beater druck with a crowbar was an exciting event.
3. We had Forrest's family over for a barbeque to celebrate his Dad's birthday and had some delicious kabobs on the grill. Mmmm. . . .
4. The pool opened! The kids had fun swimming and their cousins came over to join in on the good times.
5. We visited Grandpa Ranquist's grave on Sunday and went to Heber with Grandma Ranquist and Tony & Cindy and my mom and dad yesterday to visit Grandpa Sweat's grave. We used to go to Heber every year when I was a kid with the Hjorths and have a picnic and play softball, and it was so fun to go up again as a grown up and see my own kids playing bocce ball at the same park I played at when I was their age. It was cool to visit the Heber Cemetary, too--so many old headstones. Some were 140 years old or so. Here are some cool pics:
I love that picture of Grandma Sweat and all the kids looking down at the headstone. And the one with Great Grandma Ranquist is a scream--that's the best I could do with 8 antsy kids. Is anyone looking at the camera???
5. Last but not least we had an inagural marshmallow roast last night in our new firepit. (It's freestanding, so we just put it on the dirt where our flagstone patio will someday be.) Although Forrest went the cheap route and bought the Western Family marshmallows . . . and he will be the first to admit that it was a mistake and that t he marshmallows lacked the proper crunchy/gooey consistency . . . the kids still had a great time, and I survived even though I was totally paranoid that my neice Ayva was going to toddle into the fire. And Wyatt loved the fire. Mesmerized. Finally we got the kids in bed, exhausted and smelling like smoke, and our long holiday weekend was complete.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
It's Now Been Four Months Since . . .
1. I slept through the night
2. I read the whole Sunday paper
3. I sat through church
4. I went anywhere without needing 15 minutes lead time for bag packing, diaper changing, etc.
5. I've gone to bed without a bra on (TMI??)
6. I've had Diet Coke without feeling a bit guilty. (Well, that's been for 13 months, really).
7. I haven't been spit up on, at least a little
8. My family room hasn't been full of baby paraphenalia. (Seriously, not counting the blankets and quilts and diapers behind the couch, and the two wicker baskets full of diaper supplies and nasal syringes and binkis and rattles and little tiny socks, I also have a swing, a baby bjorn, a baby gym and a bumbo seat in my family room. So much for aesthetics.)
9. I've been able to blog/watch tv/read/talk on the phone/edit manuscripts/write/sit in the tub without keeping one ear attuned to the possibility of hearing this sound: "aack." Or "waat." ( It's the sleeping-baby-is-awakening sound, for those of you who don't know or have forgotten.)
10. I had a life without Wyatt Dean Hallstrom in it . . . and I wouldn't change what I have now for the world. Although I would love to get eight hours of sleep, let me tell you.
Wyatt had his four month check up yesterday and he's right on track. He's a bit on the skinny side for a Hallstrom baby boy (he's 14 lbs. 4 oz and 25 1/2 in--the 24% and 59% respectively--a good pound less chub than either of his brothers at their age) but he's hitting all his milestones (does pulling my hair out count as a milestone?) and is healthy as can be. Jonas also had his six year checkup--I know, a little late, but he IS six--and he's even smaller than Wyatt, percentage wise. He's in the 29% for weight and the 16% for height! I don't get how a 6'2" dad and an almost 5'9" mom can produce such short boys. Maybe they'll pull an Andrew and mutate in Jr. High??? Elise is the only one with the tall genes, it seems, which I am sure she will use to her advantage in ways that her father and I won't like when she's sixteen.
I was a little nervous about Wyatt's immunizations because he had a bit of a reaction last time, but this time was better. I thought we were totally in the clear--no fussiness, no fever--but then when I got up with him at 1:00 this morning he was a little warm. So I've Tylenoled him up and he seems okay. We also fed Wyatt his first solid food yesterday, too: the classic rice cereal. Here's a shot of Dad doing the honors, and another shot of Wyatt's reaction;
Any other big news? Oh! I cut my hair kinda short. I'll take a picture right now and show you:
Gotta love the do-it-yourself arm's length pictures. This isn't the best representation of the hairstyle, since I went to the gym at 1:30 this afternoon and now I have workout hair--but you get the idea on the length. It had gotten quite long and I cut off quite a bit. It's hard to get used to a cut, but it's nice to not have this ginormous mound of heavy hair to haul around. And Forrest likes it. And Jonas. Ethan said I looked like Dora the Explorer (insulting, but creative!), and Elise said it was okay, but did this mean that she needed to get her hair cut for the summer too? Because she will NOT.
Now I have heard the aack. Wyatt is awake . . . gotta go.
2. I read the whole Sunday paper
3. I sat through church
4. I went anywhere without needing 15 minutes lead time for bag packing, diaper changing, etc.
5. I've gone to bed without a bra on (TMI??)
6. I've had Diet Coke without feeling a bit guilty. (Well, that's been for 13 months, really).
7. I haven't been spit up on, at least a little
8. My family room hasn't been full of baby paraphenalia. (Seriously, not counting the blankets and quilts and diapers behind the couch, and the two wicker baskets full of diaper supplies and nasal syringes and binkis and rattles and little tiny socks, I also have a swing, a baby bjorn, a baby gym and a bumbo seat in my family room. So much for aesthetics.)
9. I've been able to blog/watch tv/read/talk on the phone/edit manuscripts/write/sit in the tub without keeping one ear attuned to the possibility of hearing this sound: "aack." Or "waat." ( It's the sleeping-baby-is-awakening sound, for those of you who don't know or have forgotten.)
10. I had a life without Wyatt Dean Hallstrom in it . . . and I wouldn't change what I have now for the world. Although I would love to get eight hours of sleep, let me tell you.
Wyatt had his four month check up yesterday and he's right on track. He's a bit on the skinny side for a Hallstrom baby boy (he's 14 lbs. 4 oz and 25 1/2 in--the 24% and 59% respectively--a good pound less chub than either of his brothers at their age) but he's hitting all his milestones (does pulling my hair out count as a milestone?) and is healthy as can be. Jonas also had his six year checkup--I know, a little late, but he IS six--and he's even smaller than Wyatt, percentage wise. He's in the 29% for weight and the 16% for height! I don't get how a 6'2" dad and an almost 5'9" mom can produce such short boys. Maybe they'll pull an Andrew and mutate in Jr. High??? Elise is the only one with the tall genes, it seems, which I am sure she will use to her advantage in ways that her father and I won't like when she's sixteen.
I was a little nervous about Wyatt's immunizations because he had a bit of a reaction last time, but this time was better. I thought we were totally in the clear--no fussiness, no fever--but then when I got up with him at 1:00 this morning he was a little warm. So I've Tylenoled him up and he seems okay. We also fed Wyatt his first solid food yesterday, too: the classic rice cereal. Here's a shot of Dad doing the honors, and another shot of Wyatt's reaction;
Any other big news? Oh! I cut my hair kinda short. I'll take a picture right now and show you:
Gotta love the do-it-yourself arm's length pictures. This isn't the best representation of the hairstyle, since I went to the gym at 1:30 this afternoon and now I have workout hair--but you get the idea on the length. It had gotten quite long and I cut off quite a bit. It's hard to get used to a cut, but it's nice to not have this ginormous mound of heavy hair to haul around. And Forrest likes it. And Jonas. Ethan said I looked like Dora the Explorer (insulting, but creative!), and Elise said it was okay, but did this mean that she needed to get her hair cut for the summer too? Because she will NOT.
Now I have heard the aack. Wyatt is awake . . . gotta go.
Friday, May 18, 2007
A Father and Son Heart to Heart
Wyatt has been talking up a storm lately--and it's hilarious. Here's a little video of Wyatt and his Dad having a pretty engaging conversation the other night:
I can't believe he's almost four months old. He's getting so big so fast. Here's another cute shot of him in his newest piece of baby paraphenalia, (e.g. Baby Bjorn, papsan baby swing with rotating musical toys, bouncy chair with dangly toys, floor pad with mirrors and balls and more dangly toys, bouncy exersaucer with squeaky and squishy toys, etc etc . . . none of which I owned when Ethan was a baby. I'm sure our pioneer ancestors think we are hilarious.)
This newest innovation is called a "Bumbo Seat." I'm sure moms who've had kids in the last couple of years have heard of it, but I hadn't until recently. But Wyatt has been so insistent on being upright (he's no fan of his bouncy chair anymore!) that I thought I'd give it a try. He really likes it--and it's a scream to see him sitting in it. He looks even more like a little man, albeit one who likes to sit in a recliner.
Also, just got back from seeing Shrek the Third. Took Wyatt--and he did well. A little wiggly at first (and our seats were in the middle of the row) but them I wrapped him up in his blankie and patted him on the bum and he fell asleep. The older three liked the movie--don't they always? if it's in the theater especially, with popcorn and rootbeer??--but Forrest and I thought it was a little stale and scattered. Kids' movies. There are so many of them anymore that it's hard to get excited about any of them. Remember how cool Lion King was once upon a time? And Toy Story?
We also just got the "Singstar Pop" edition--I can hear Elise upstairs singing "The Reason" by Hoobastank--and it should be fun. I know a lot more of the songs than on the rock edition. So Andi and Drew, we're going to have to have a Singstar showdown next time you're in town! And this time I won't be nine months pregnant and lose my breath support.
I can't believe he's almost four months old. He's getting so big so fast. Here's another cute shot of him in his newest piece of baby paraphenalia, (e.g. Baby Bjorn, papsan baby swing with rotating musical toys, bouncy chair with dangly toys, floor pad with mirrors and balls and more dangly toys, bouncy exersaucer with squeaky and squishy toys, etc etc . . . none of which I owned when Ethan was a baby. I'm sure our pioneer ancestors think we are hilarious.)
This newest innovation is called a "Bumbo Seat." I'm sure moms who've had kids in the last couple of years have heard of it, but I hadn't until recently. But Wyatt has been so insistent on being upright (he's no fan of his bouncy chair anymore!) that I thought I'd give it a try. He really likes it--and it's a scream to see him sitting in it. He looks even more like a little man, albeit one who likes to sit in a recliner.
Also, just got back from seeing Shrek the Third. Took Wyatt--and he did well. A little wiggly at first (and our seats were in the middle of the row) but them I wrapped him up in his blankie and patted him on the bum and he fell asleep. The older three liked the movie--don't they always? if it's in the theater especially, with popcorn and rootbeer??--but Forrest and I thought it was a little stale and scattered. Kids' movies. There are so many of them anymore that it's hard to get excited about any of them. Remember how cool Lion King was once upon a time? And Toy Story?
We also just got the "Singstar Pop" edition--I can hear Elise upstairs singing "The Reason" by Hoobastank--and it should be fun. I know a lot more of the songs than on the rock edition. So Andi and Drew, we're going to have to have a Singstar showdown next time you're in town! And this time I won't be nine months pregnant and lose my breath support.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
I Am Eating a Bagel With Peanut Butter
and it is 10:02 at night. Both halves. Bad choice. I am really tired of the ferocious nursing hunger. I don't get so hungry when I'm prengnant, but nursing? Watch out.
I had a nice Mother's Day on Sunday. As Forrest always does, he treated me to lots of good food (french toast and yogurt with berries for breakfast, a light lunch of assorted cheeses like Gouda and Havarti and cut up peaches and crackers and little squares of chocolate arranged prettily on a tray, and a delicioso red snapper with pasta for dinner. Yum.) as well as some flowers and raspberry sticks. And of course the adorable cards made by the kids. And I got to sleep in. And read the whole paper. Nice day. It was interesting, though, to sit in the mothers' room during church feeding Wyatt and listen to the wonderfully nice and sincere man extol the virtues of womanhood and motherhood and find myself stereotypically feeling a little bit worse rather than a little bit better. I even had this running commentary in my head about how it's so *typical* to feel kind of down on yourself on mother's day and that it's silly to give in to those feelings and that when really nice men talk about their angel mothers they are doing it with the best of intentions--but I couldn't help thinking about how, right before exiting to the mothers' room, Jonas and Elise were both sitting really really close to me while I was trying to deal with wiggly Wyatt and the whole family was squished on the bench and it was hot and I felt entirely pinned down and space invaded and said kind of grumpily, "Guys. Please move!"
Now is that what an angel mother would say? On MOTHER'S DAY?!?!?!
Sigh.
I did forgive myself, because apparently the kids still love me. They told me so lots of times on Sunday, which is the whole point of mother's day, and I appreciate having such patient and forgiving children. :-)
I also spent a lot of time on Sunday putting together a Mother's Day present for my mom and Forrest's mom: a video DVD of the kids. I just started figuring out the video editing program on my Mac and it was a little frustrating at times, but I think I've finally started getting the kinks worked out. And I think the Grandmas liked their present. I also scanned some cute non-digital photos of Ethan and Elise and Jonas. Wanna see 'em?
I know I'm their mother and everything, but these kids were (are) so cute it hurts my heart.
Here's another cute picture (so Wyatt won't be excluded in the cuteness) of Wyatt and his big brother:
I also went to Monte Vista Elementary today to watch the Kindergarten Mother's Day program. SO CUTE! Nothing better than a bunch of 5 and 6 year olds singing their hearts out to their moms. Jonas did a great job, and afterward we got to go eat hot lunch together. It was pizza and mandarin oranges and chocolate milk and a rice krispie treat, miraculously all foods that Jonas likes. So it was a fun morning. Wyatt even cooperated and listened attentively to the program, then konked out in his car seat during lunch. Hooray for Wyatt!
Here's a picture of Jonas at the program, holding up his "Thank You Mom" card:
Momhood is sweet.
I had a nice Mother's Day on Sunday. As Forrest always does, he treated me to lots of good food (french toast and yogurt with berries for breakfast, a light lunch of assorted cheeses like Gouda and Havarti and cut up peaches and crackers and little squares of chocolate arranged prettily on a tray, and a delicioso red snapper with pasta for dinner. Yum.) as well as some flowers and raspberry sticks. And of course the adorable cards made by the kids. And I got to sleep in. And read the whole paper. Nice day. It was interesting, though, to sit in the mothers' room during church feeding Wyatt and listen to the wonderfully nice and sincere man extol the virtues of womanhood and motherhood and find myself stereotypically feeling a little bit worse rather than a little bit better. I even had this running commentary in my head about how it's so *typical* to feel kind of down on yourself on mother's day and that it's silly to give in to those feelings and that when really nice men talk about their angel mothers they are doing it with the best of intentions--but I couldn't help thinking about how, right before exiting to the mothers' room, Jonas and Elise were both sitting really really close to me while I was trying to deal with wiggly Wyatt and the whole family was squished on the bench and it was hot and I felt entirely pinned down and space invaded and said kind of grumpily, "Guys. Please move!"
Now is that what an angel mother would say? On MOTHER'S DAY?!?!?!
Sigh.
I did forgive myself, because apparently the kids still love me. They told me so lots of times on Sunday, which is the whole point of mother's day, and I appreciate having such patient and forgiving children. :-)
I also spent a lot of time on Sunday putting together a Mother's Day present for my mom and Forrest's mom: a video DVD of the kids. I just started figuring out the video editing program on my Mac and it was a little frustrating at times, but I think I've finally started getting the kinks worked out. And I think the Grandmas liked their present. I also scanned some cute non-digital photos of Ethan and Elise and Jonas. Wanna see 'em?
I know I'm their mother and everything, but these kids were (are) so cute it hurts my heart.
Here's another cute picture (so Wyatt won't be excluded in the cuteness) of Wyatt and his big brother:
I also went to Monte Vista Elementary today to watch the Kindergarten Mother's Day program. SO CUTE! Nothing better than a bunch of 5 and 6 year olds singing their hearts out to their moms. Jonas did a great job, and afterward we got to go eat hot lunch together. It was pizza and mandarin oranges and chocolate milk and a rice krispie treat, miraculously all foods that Jonas likes. So it was a fun morning. Wyatt even cooperated and listened attentively to the program, then konked out in his car seat during lunch. Hooray for Wyatt!
Here's a picture of Jonas at the program, holding up his "Thank You Mom" card:
Momhood is sweet.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
The Dangers of Cosmetology
They say that firefighters and deep sea crab fisherman have dangerous jobs, but I have one that rivals them: the cosmetologist. Yesterday Elise's 3rd grade had a "Marketplace" where the kids were assigned jobs and salaries, then had the chance to go around to different booths and spend their money on things like rent, bills, entertainement, etc. Elise was given a career in cosmetology (salary: $200 a week) and got to come to school all dressed up. We put her in a cute skirt, chunky heels, pasted sparlky jewels on her fingernails and did her hair in a bun form with faux curls that we had from her dance costume when she was seven. I even let her wear my lipstick. She was quite thrilled with her look:
Now comes the dangerous part.
The marketplace was scheduled to last until lunchtime, so I didn't think the kids would be running the track (they usually do that in the morning). I could have sent Elise with a change of clothes, but she liked her outfit and wanted to wear it all day. Can you see where this is headed? Jonas came home off the bus from kindergarten with tears in his eyes (cute little empathetic kid) saying that he had seen a "girl in a pink skirt with puffy hair on her head who was crying like Elise" who'd had an accident on the track right before he got on the bus and he wanted me to call the school and check on her. So I called the school . . . but they said she'd never been brought in. So I figured that maybe she took a little tumble but wasn't too banged up.
Wrong!
She came home all skinned up on her face, shoulder, the palms of her hands, and on both knees. (And she had been taken care of in the nurses office, so the lady at school gave me faulty info.) She was running the track and her heel wobbled and she biffed it spectacularly. Although I'm sure she had quite a howl out on the track (she's not one to shy away from letting her pain be known) she said she got it together and was fine the rest of the day, although it hurt to write. Poor kid. Here's her skinned face:
At least she was able to do the marketplace before the high heeled tragedy. It's dangerous work being a pretty girl.
Two other comments:
--I've been watching the last 10 minutes of the last few Jazz games and boy, have they been fun. I'm an excellent "last 10 minutes of a close important game" sports fan. I even let the kids stay up last night until the end of regulation play, but made them go to bed before overtime. When Elise woke up, the first thing she said (groggily) was "Did the Jazz win?" It was fun to tell her yes.
--Marie Osmond was on The View today and talked a little about Mormonism. I swear, we're everywhere these days. Watch out if Mitt gets the nomination, even for V.P. He's so much better looking than Dick Cheney, though, I think people would be happy to have such a photogenic second in command. He's got to watch the man-tan, though. Bordering on Hestonesque.
Now comes the dangerous part.
The marketplace was scheduled to last until lunchtime, so I didn't think the kids would be running the track (they usually do that in the morning). I could have sent Elise with a change of clothes, but she liked her outfit and wanted to wear it all day. Can you see where this is headed? Jonas came home off the bus from kindergarten with tears in his eyes (cute little empathetic kid) saying that he had seen a "girl in a pink skirt with puffy hair on her head who was crying like Elise" who'd had an accident on the track right before he got on the bus and he wanted me to call the school and check on her. So I called the school . . . but they said she'd never been brought in. So I figured that maybe she took a little tumble but wasn't too banged up.
Wrong!
She came home all skinned up on her face, shoulder, the palms of her hands, and on both knees. (And she had been taken care of in the nurses office, so the lady at school gave me faulty info.) She was running the track and her heel wobbled and she biffed it spectacularly. Although I'm sure she had quite a howl out on the track (she's not one to shy away from letting her pain be known) she said she got it together and was fine the rest of the day, although it hurt to write. Poor kid. Here's her skinned face:
At least she was able to do the marketplace before the high heeled tragedy. It's dangerous work being a pretty girl.
Two other comments:
--I've been watching the last 10 minutes of the last few Jazz games and boy, have they been fun. I'm an excellent "last 10 minutes of a close important game" sports fan. I even let the kids stay up last night until the end of regulation play, but made them go to bed before overtime. When Elise woke up, the first thing she said (groggily) was "Did the Jazz win?" It was fun to tell her yes.
--Marie Osmond was on The View today and talked a little about Mormonism. I swear, we're everywhere these days. Watch out if Mitt gets the nomination, even for V.P. He's so much better looking than Dick Cheney, though, I think people would be happy to have such a photogenic second in command. He's got to watch the man-tan, though. Bordering on Hestonesque.
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