Thursday, September 30, 2010

birthday love notes

a birthday love note on
the underconstruction bathroom wall
Hey Spence. Do you remember back when we first started dating and we went on a walk around the college campus? The sprinklers were on in front of the BA building and like a true gentleman you thought it would be funny {maybe flirty} to throw me in front of the sprinklers. I didn't go down without a fight though. And after the whole ordeal we both continued the walk exhausted and soaking wet.

And then remember how, as if to get revenge, I thought it would be funny {maybe flirty} to do that little number where you kick someone in the back of the knee to make their legs buckle. Because I think things like that are funny. And so I did it. Perhaps over did it. Remember how I kicked you so hard that your legs gave out and you tumbled to the sidewalk. So sorry about that.

Looking back I'm not sure why you didn't yell "sayonara, baby," make a mad dash to the "Tool" truck and burn rubber in true escape fashion. I'm not sure why instead you laughed, got back up, brushed the dirt off your wet clothes, and held my hand. I'm not sure why you decided to stick around. But I am sure of one thing . . . I'm glad you did!!


Happy 32nd year {yesterday} to the love of my life and to the most patient and forgiving man I know.

And fun. 
Did I mention he's fun?
Happy birthday to the most patient, forgiving and FUN man I know.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The posts in my head are funny. And perfectly written.

Sometimes, temporarily, I stop updating the blog. I don't mean to stop. It just happens. And all the non-blogging while, I compile {some-HUGE-figure-close-to-a-million} half-written blog posts in me wee little head. Things I want to write down, things I want to remember, feelings I want to share, birthday shout outs I want to give, and so on and so on and so on. But that's as far as they make it; a mere {unshared} thought that will soon be nothing but forgotten. It's too bad, really. Because some of my best posts are written in my head, and then buried there FOR.E.VER! May they rest in peace.

Usually all it takes to reawaken the bloggy addict in me is one measly post {and a few comments from you good people that for whatever reason read this blog of mine. thank you.}. And then somehow, I'm over it. Back to my substandard bloggy self. Blogging about my substandard life; in my substandard way. It really is a sickness.

I'm hoping this post will be that reviving post. Because really, me wee little head has a lot to tell you people.

**Like the fact that Spencer and I have been addicted to documentaries lately. One of my favorite so far: The King of Kong. Spence and I are {obviously} easily influenced and now have an itching desire to grow all of our own food, never eat at McDonalds or even drive in a Walmart parking lot, and to buy an arcade Donkey Kong game which we will house in our garage and play no less than 10 hours a day. We all need goals.

**Or how Brynlee started gymnastics. And how much I adore her in her pink leotard. And how much she adores somersaulting in the pink leotard. And how much I adore that she adores somersaulting, pink leotards and gymnastics. The whole phenomenon is really quite adorable.

**Or how I spent the second half of last week at my mom and sister's house. I told you that they are neighbors now, right? And not that it's all about me, but I surly appreciate the convenience of the new living situation. One trip, two visits. It's like having your cake and eating it too. Or whatever.

**Or how my neighbor got a new roof. Every day for an entire week, the roofer hung shingles while listening to a CD that I'm pretty sure he kyped from the DJ of Skateland circa 1995. I could practically smell Skateland: stale nachos mixed with high school locker room and a broken bottle of Exclamation Perfume. As if to tribute the memory of Skateland couple skating I'm pretty sure my hands got sweaty when Kiss from a Rose came on. And I'm not going to admit to singing along with the roofer to Gangsters Paradise as I pushed the kids on the swings.

**Or how, so far, Jace rocks at being two. Not to brag, but that little two-year old boy is the cutest little two-year old boy in the history of cute little two-year old boys. He's got me wrapped around his chubby finger. Little punk. Now if only we could get him to go to nursery unattended. And take out the trash. And maybe mow the lawn.

**And speaking of my two-year-old, his birthday letter is still to come. That's what put me in the blog sabbatical in the first place. I wasn't going to write another blog post until I got his birthday letter written. It's still not written. Don't judge me.

**We had banana bites for FHE tonight. Here's a little secret that you can't tell anybody: I dipped one in chocolate, rolled it in crushed Kit-Kats. Dipped it in chocolate again, and then rolled it in crushed cookies. The dipped it in chocolate. Then ate it. And then I put my head between my legs to fight the sugar rush. And then I grabbed another banana slice and did it all over again.

I might go to aerobics on Wednesday. Or I might overdoes myself on banana bites, sleep in, and then complain about all the weight I've been bizarrely gaining.

I'll write a substandard blog post letting you know what I decide. No promises on rather or not it will actualy get posted.  But based on the last two weeks. . . I'm thinking probably not.

Pictures from a recent family outing to the falls by the temple:

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Oh My Quotable Wednesday: Parents

Dear William D. Tammeus,

Oh how I love this quote. So perfect. So cute. So true.  You, obviously, had children of your very own.  And I'm sure you also spent countless hours watching their every move, truly convienced that no other child could put together a puzzle/rock a dollie/learn to walk/make a doggy sound AS CUTE AS THEY.  Isn't it funny how parenthood does that to you.
Couldn't agree more,
Kim - a mother of two
P.S. (times three)
One. Sayonara Mr. Skeleton Head. May you rest in peace.
Two.  Pictures on new header by Sfoto.
Three.  Wishing a very happy birthday to my bestie forever, Breah.
Love you Brea. You're the absolute best.
Thanks for being you. XOXO

Monday, September 13, 2010


Today we drank peach smoothies while we watched Beauty and the Beast in our pajamas.
Today the weather was beautiful. Fall-ish, yet summer-ish.
Today Jace insisted on wearing Brynlee's pink headband on a stroll around the neighborhood. I couldn't look at him without laughing.
Today, on the walk with the pink headband, I visited with a neighbor while Brynlee and Jace ran off ahead of me. They beat me home. When I made it home a few minutes later Brynlee had made lunch. A ham and cheese sandwich for her and a hotdog with a side of ketchup for Jace; and a glass of milk, with a gender appropriate colored straw, for each of them.
Today we ate our Brynlee-prepared lunch, picnic style, on the deck.
Today I didn't drink caffeine. Yesterday I finished the last of the diet coke stash in the fridge. I've decided not to restock it. I'll let you know how long that lasts.
Today I looked through the pictures from Jace's little two year old birthday shindig. Our little family had a fun time celebrating. I will be posting a handful of the pictures soon.
Today Brynlee spent fifteen minutes getting Jace's socks and shoes on. Jace didn't complain.
Today we spent the afternoon at the park. We were the only ones there. I love it when that happens.
Today I read a magazine under a park tree while the kids had free rein of the playground equipment. I think we'll do it again tomorrow.
Today Brynlee helped me make dinner. And then she got a bit wild in the stirring and some cheese sauce splashed on her little foot.
Today I finished making dinner alone while Brynlee sat on the couch, snuggling Aunt Katie, with an ice-pack on her dinner making battle wound.
Today we held our FHE lesson on the trampoline. I hope our neighbors didn't hear our rendition of A Child's Prayer. It was a bit off, at best.
Today, for our FHE activity, we hiked the Gibson Jack trail. It was beautiful. Fall is starting to present itself in an array of red, orange and yellows.
Today Jace looked so big {and proud} as he hiked the trail unassisted.
Today before I went up to snuggle Brynlee in bed I introduced Spencer to the sink full of dirty dishes.
Today Brynlee sang herself to sleep with a high pitched, squeaky version of I am a Child of God. She sang it over and over again until her little eyes grew heavy, the singing slowed and she finally escaped to dreamland.
Today Spencer did the dishes.
Today made me smile.
Today made me happy. 
I really like days like today.

On the way back down the mountain.  It was getting dark.

Spence and Jace hiking the Gibson Jack trail

 A speckle of fall, among a mountian of green.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Oh My Quotable Wednesday: Impressions

 a photo of my sweet baby girl

who is now rumored to be four and a half,
who wears a gigantic pink backpack;
and requests her hair in ringlets,
and her prettiest dress
for her first day at preschool with miss lori.
who is now, apparently, old enough to walk into preschool
with said backpack
bouncing curls
flowing dress

oh how she's growing up.
and oh how i adore her.
every. single. bit of her.
even the growing-up part of her.
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