Thursday, September 23, 2010


We have a delicate truce at our house right now. Two girls, two boys; two parents, two children. When the boys want to go to the football game, the girls bake cookies or do some shopping. If the kids throw simultaneous tantrums, we can each take one and get through it without too much trauma. I get to shop both sides of the childrens' department. It's a happy life.

But the scales are about to be tipped. In about 5 months, the boys/parents will be the minority. Poor Jeff and Logan looked pretty devastated at the ultrasound. Logan was really hoping for a brother and Jeff was really hoping he would only have to pay for one wedding. I'll admit I, too, was hoping for a boy for some trivial reasons, but I am excited either way. That said, our little girl was being pretty modest, so we didn't really get a good shot and there's still a chance it could be a boy. In a few more weeks we'll try again to get a more definite confirmation, but for now I will start brainstorming girl names.

And let's be honest... how could I not be excited for another one of these?


Friday, September 17, 2010

My stats

A fellow blogger introduced me to Blogger's newest tool: Stats. In reviewing my stats, I have learned a few things about my blog and who reads it.

1. I have readers in Luxembourg, Latvia, Australia, and Germany, among other places.

2. Internet Explorer is still the most popular browser. (Trust me, people. Anything is better than IE.)

3. My third most read post is title "Another picture-less post." And I always thought you people liked pictures! Good to know...

4. This one cracks me up. My most popular post ever (well, at least in the 3 months Blogger has been tracking these stats) is "Twilight critique," written over 2 years ago. 6 of the top 10 searches that land people on my blog have to do with Twilight. In fact, if you search "twilight critique" on Google, my blog is the 3rd listing! If I would have known that, maybe I'd have spent a little more time writing it. :)

Thanks for reading. Even with the occasional strange comments, I love knowing that I can connect with friends, family, and random strangers via the blogging world.

Monday, September 13, 2010

My take on a wedding

A few weeks ago Jeff's sister, Ashley, married Michael. As with most weddings, plenty of things didn't quite go according to plan, but despite everything, it was a beautiful and memorable event. As I reread this, I realize it sounds melodramatic and woe-is-me-ish, but I really am only posting it here because it is borderline comical in retrospect. The timing of all these events baffles me. One day shifted and it all could have turned out so differently.

Driving to the temple on the day of the sealing, there were thick black rainclouds across the entire valley. At one point it was raining so hard I couldn't see more than 10 feet ahead of me on the road. When we went in for the sealing, I was already making a back up plan for where we could take pictures indoors. An hour or so later when we came out, the sun was shining and nearly all the puddles were dry. I wanted to cry with gratitude and relief.

Side note: isn't Ashley beautiful? I have loved watching her grow from a teenager to a woman over the 7 years I've known her. I was so honored that she trusted me with her wedding pictures. Maybe she shouldn't have... but I'm getting ahead of myself.



The reception wasn't until the next day, so we all went home that night to rest up. Well, as I mentioned in an earlier post, I woke up that night feeling queasy, and I knew I had caught Savannah's stomach bug from two days earlier. Jeff took the kids to help set up while I slept the whole morning, trying to recover as quickly as possible and reserve all the strength I could. In the early afternoon I finally got up and took a shower, but just that took so much energy I had to lay down again right after. By some miracle I was able to get dressed and dry my hair. Around that time I got a call from Jeff telling me both our kids were throwing up. With a doggie bag on the passenger seat, I got in the car and started driving.

I had planned to get to the reception an hour early to take some pictures, but as soon as I got on the freeway I hit a dead stop. I found out from the radio that there was an accident about 2 miles up the road causing hour delays. The next exit was still a half hour away in this traffic. There was nothing I could do, so I sat there, feeling weak and dizzy, until I finally made it to an exit. Even taking back roads, I barely made it 15 minutes before the reception was supposed to start.

We took pictures as quickly as we could, and it was one of those times where you make it work because you have to. I actually love the pictures we got in those few minutes and I'm not sure I would have gotten many more had we had the full hour. Partway through the reception, Jeff and I headed back to relieve his aunt who had mercifully stayed behind with our sick kids. We came back down just in time to see the bride and groom cut the cake and have their first dance. After that we loaded the kids and drove home. I felt terrible that I hadn't helped at all with the setup and now I was bailing on clean up, but we had already exposed too many people to our bug and I could hardly stand up as it was.

Again, I hope this doesn't come across as whiny and self-centered. This is only my reflection of the event, and you would hear an entirely different story from anyone else who was there. In the few minutes I was able to take a break and scan the scene, I witnessed a beautiful reception with great food and a relaxing atmosphere. Mostly, I was just sad that we couldn't celebrate with Ashley and Mike like I had wanted to. At least four other family members got sick over the next week thanks to our lovely little bug. Logan got it again as recently as last Friday. I can't tell you how sick (no pun intended) I am of cleaning up throw-up!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

On the road *Updated*

It's time for another "my kid says the darndest things" post. Only two this time, though, and both happened while in the car.

A few weeks ago we had picked up Jeff's brother and his wife and daughter to carpool. Logan ended up sitting next to his 1-year-old cousin, who was babbling incoherently at him. Logan was enthralled by it and told us all that Avery was talking to him. When we asked what she was saying, he replied, "She says, 'Oh Logan, you're so handsome!'"

Another time in the car I wasn't paying attention to the cars in front of me and had to stop abruptly. Apparently, I do that a lot, because Logan told me that "Daddy's a good stopper, and a good driver, but you're not a good stopper or a good driver!" The sad thing is, I probably agree with him. :-)

*Update: one more...

This might get a little confusing with all the dates, so try to keep up. On Wednesday, Logan asked when he could go to preschool again. I told him, "Tomorrow." So when he woke up on Thursday, he asked if today was "tomorrow." I understood what he was asking, and told him that yes, today was tomorrow and he would get to go to preschool.

Later on Thursday, he asked when his soccer practice was. Again. I replied, "Tomorrow." He looked at me with confusion and exasperation and said,

"But, Mom, it is tomorrow!"

Friday, September 3, 2010


We've had a lot of changes around here lately. My babies are growing up, whether I like it or not. Last week Logan started preschool. Last year he participated in a neighborhood preschool where we moms took turns teaching, but this year he is attending a real bona fide preschool... and he couldn't love it more. His teacher is Miss Ann (he thought her name was Miss Aunt at first and was confused why she was his aunt). She came highly recommended to me and so far she has met all our expectations. I can tell kindergarten will be an easy transition next year.


The same week, Savannah got her first pair of briefs. I knew I was in trouble when Logan was so easy to potty train. Any child would seem difficult compared to him. After a week, I am exhausted and Savannah is still having more accidents than successes, so I've decided to put it on hold for a bit.


Lastly, Logan had his first soccer game yesterday. My biggest worry was that he would quickly tire of the game and not want to play (as he did all summer at soccer camp). I guess the excitement of the game and a bright new uniform helped motivate him, because he loved every minute. He's not very good (just ask Jeff-- I might have to ban him from future games for his sideline comments) but he had a blast. I think we lost 2-17, but every kid out there had a smile on their face.


Thursday, September 2, 2010

Mesa Falls and Big Spring

Our last day in Idaho we visited Mesa Falls. Although smaller than the falls we had visited in Yellowstone the day before, they were breathtaking in a different way. The surrounding area was so green and lush I felt like I had traveled to Ireland. My family graciously found activities we could do that didn't involve a lot of hiking so the kids could come along, but I never expected to see such beautiful things just by driving up to them.




For three days my mom had been on a quest to find huckleberries. She finally succeeded at the falls. Here she is showing me her find.


After the falls we stopped by Big Spring, the source of the Snake River. It, also, was gorgeous. It's amazing to think how much water is produced every day by this spring. We contemplated collecting some water in our water bottles to see how fresh it was, but since my sister was home sick that day after drinking bad water, we decided against it.


This trip was so peaceful and relaxing. It was just what I needed in between two very hectic weeks. I'm so glad we went, even though we were all a little sick and Jeff had to stay behind. I hope to go back some day soon.