Friday, July 31, 2009

A Letter

I've mentioned many times that we are a Food Network lovin' family. We watch it often. I actually don't like the t.v. being on during the day, but if it is, it's usually on Food Network. Sunday night, as I was reading, Heath and the kiddos were watching Paula's Party. It's a show with Paula Deen, and she was apparently doing a 'chocolate lover's show'. Kamy was enthralled.

The next day, she presented me with this letter that she wrote (all by herself) to Paula Deen. Kamy asked me to mail it for her. Gladly.

In case you can't read it, it says:

Dear Paula Dean,

My name is Kamyren. I love your show. It is the best show ever! I am 9 years old, and yesterday the chocolate show on Paula's Party, I loved it. I think those donuts would really taste good. I thought that the chocolate Grizz ice cream would be good too. Do you think it would be okay if I could be on one of your shows? My mom has made one of your delicious, delectable dishes. It is the one when you made the chicken and potatoes in your kitchen. Except my dad didn't really like it. But I did. I liked your little adorable grandson on the chocolate show. Our family loves your biscuits. They are so good. So can I be one of your shows?

Please write back.

Look on the back.

(On the back, she drew this picture.)

The letter is in the mail.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Forgotten Picture

I had forgotten I took this picture on my little camera when we were in Idaho. Georgie was happily playing dressup. She looked so cute.

Can you see?

No? Neither could I. I had to pull over yesterday because the rain and the hail were coming down so hard. The sound enough was terrifyingly loud, and the thunder and lightning were almost simultaneous. We get the best storms here in Colorado!

Wednesday, July 29, 2009


Have you ever made your own salsa? If you haven't, now is the time to try. If you live in an area where there is a great Farmer's Market, it will be so cheap to make yourself a year supply of salsa. If you have to buy your ingredients at a local supermarket, it will be less expensive in the summer, when there is an abundance of tomatoes and peppers.
My friend Suzanne gave me this recipe for Salsa. It is very good, and it gives you the option of making it as spicy as you want it. If you have a food processor, this will be a cinch to make. If you are cutting everything by hand, it's not going to be as fun. A blender will help, if you don't have a food processor.

8 qts of tomatoes (that is roughly 18 pounds, or 32 cups mulched up)
2 full heads of garlic (minced or chopped)
5 cups of onions, chopped (about 4 onions)
1/2 cup red wine vinegar
8 TBSP salt
3 1/2 TBSP sugar
2 TBSP MSG (Accent)
2 TBSP cumin

Use a food processor to chop tomatoes and onions. Leave them a bit chunky. Don't puree them. Combine everything above into a large pot. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to simmer and let it simmer, stirring occasionally, for one hour. Meanwhile...

4-8 jalapeno peppers (I used 5 big jalapenos and included the seeds with 3 of them)
4 Anaheim peppers (I included the seeds)
4 green bell peppers
2 Serrano peppers
1 habanero pepper (this is the hottest, so treat with respect!)

Dice all the peppers, then combine them in the food processor. After the tomato mixture has simmered for an hour, add in all the peppers. Simmer and stir for an additional 20 minutes. Your house will smell fantastic!

(Feel free to add additional peppers. My salsa was mild, prepared with these instructions. Also, if you want to roast the peppers before you chop them up, you can. It will give you a roasted salsa flavor. You can also add cilantro. Make sure you wear latex gloves when handling all the peppers!)

Your salsa is done!! Taste it with some chips to see if you like it. Careful, it's hot! Now you are ready to can them.

During the hour that your salsa was simmering, prep your jars and lids in the dishwasher to get them hot and sterilized. Pour your salsa into your jars (using a funnel) almost to the top, making sure there is no salsa juice on the top ring. Screw on your lids. Leave the jars alone. Don't move them around. As the salsa cools, your jars will seal. Mark the date you made the salsa on the lid. If you happen to have one that doesn't seal, simply put it in the fridge and eat that one first. Makes 20-24 pints, or about 9 quarts.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Visiting Friends

When I was in Utah, I had the opportunity to see lots of old friends, besides visiting with my family. One day, I got to catch up with my friend Bethany. We were best friends in high school, and she was my roommate my last year of college. We are still very close. I consider her family. While I was there, we got in touch with another of our roommates and persuaded her to hang out with us for a few hours. Here is a picture of the three of us.

Lisa, the dark haired beauty on the end, hasn't married yet. If you have a guy that you want to set her up with, we are taking resumes and blood samples.

After she left, we took a picture with all of our kids. Bethany has 4 girls and is expecting her first boy in a few weeks.

A few days later, I got to meet some of Heath's cousins. We spent the evening with them and enjoyed a BBQ dinner together. Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture together. Why? I have no idea. I must have lost it that night. Anyway, Wes and Linda, I loved meeting you!!

I also got to catch up with some dear friends from our time living in California. I went to dinner with Heidi, Nicki, Young and her adorably squishy baby Ammon

Then we went to a late night movie where we met up with Suzanne. Just for some added trivia, Nicki, Suzanne, and Young all love extra butter on their popcorn. Gross. I needed to borrow some wipes just to feel clean again after eating all that greasy popcorn. However, it must have been the pregnancy, because I ate more than my share. Don't judge me. How do you like your popcorn?

The next day, we met up with another friend, Tasha Asay, and got to see the husbands and kids that belonged to my girlfriends. We met up at Nicki's husband's Grandfather's Ranch in Spanish Fork, Utah.

If you can follow that connection, Ryan's Grandfather is Gail Halvorsen, THE CANDY BOMBER. If you know your Air Force History, he's pretty famous. Here is a link with more info if you are interested. He patiently took all the kids around to enjoy horsie rides, then he posed for a picture with all of them. It was very nice meeting him. Wonderful man.

I also visited with my old childhood friend, Tisha, who I sadly had to move away from when I was 12 years old. We were best friends. We lost contact for about 12 years, but we are back in the saddle again. She has six kids now and my kids got to spend the day with them, and hear us say things like "We were best friends when we were your age!" Sadly, I didn't get a picture with them either. What was I thinking?

The Rough Wake-up

I've been a sleep-talker my whole life. The first I heard of it was when I was about six, and my visiting cousins woke me up and said I was shouting out "Put the bookbarn on the bookbarn!" I still don't know what that means, but sleeptalking never really makes sense, does it?

There were even a few times I woke up sleepwalking. I would find myself at the foot of my bed, pushing school books into my backpack, or I would be in front of the fridge, looking at the contents inside. Sometimes I'd find myself sitting on the couch, or up on my knees in my bed, looking out the window. A time or two, I'd be in the bathroom. Good thing I was a smart sleepwalker!

However, I sleeptalk more than anything. I know I do it. I often find myself in that dream-like state, where I am in-between slumber and awakefulness. I am talking aloud. It sure makes sense while I am doing it. Then I fully wake up. I have some memory of what I was just saying, and suddenly it doesn't make sense at all.

By now, the husband is use to it. He doesn't try to talk to me anymore. He doesn't try to make sense of what I'm saying. He usually ignores me, or calmly pats my back and tells me everything is ok, especially when I have frantic moments, like "The baby! The baby! Where is the baby!"

Lately, I've been confused when I wake up. Maybe it is from all the different places I've slept this past month while on vacation, but I can't seem to recall where I am, or for that matter, who I am with. I feel an arm across my chest. I hear breathing next to me. I struggle to move away and shout "Who are you? There's a man in my bed!"

Ah. It's only my husband. Luckily, he hasn't shown concern when I can't identify him in the middle of the night. As long as he doesn't take my sleeptalking seriously, we can continue to have a peaceful and happy sleeping experience.

Monday, July 27, 2009

School Supply List

Wow. I just printed out the kids' school supply list for the 09-10 School year. I think it's going to make me go into debt. Here's a complete list of what my kids need.

8 lg glue sticks
1 bottle of school glue
1 ruler
1 pair of scissors (round tip)
2 pairs of scissors (pointed)
4 red ball point pens
102 (#2) pencils, sharpened
1 pkg Dry Erase markers
2 Vis-a-vis markers (wet erase)
2 highlighters
5 packs of 3x3 post-it notes
6 large box of tissues
1 (7x11) space saver plastic school box
2 pkg lined notebook paper (8 1/2 x 11)
2 notebooks (5 subject)
1 notebook (1 subject)
1 notebook (5x7)
1 soprano recorder
$8.00 for pre-ordered subject organizer
$4.00 for Primary Journals
1 (2-inch) three-ring binder
1 Set of dividers for binder
8 plain colored pocket folders (bottom pockets)
1 24-count box of crayons
2 box colored pencils
3 large pink erasers
1 box ziploc baggies (freezer-pint size)
2 boxes ziploc gallon bags
1 8-count box of markers, broad tip
1 (80 count) pkg loose leaf notebook paper (wide ruled)
1 supply box
1 fat tip black sharpie
1 yellow plastic pocket folder
1 3-pronged orange folder
4 pkgs of white 3x5 index cards, ruled
3 backpacks
1 box wipes

I absolutely LOVE when the school supplies go on sale. I usually stock up on markers, paper, crayons...etc. However, with this list, I'm going to be beyond my budget, that's for sure.

Looking to Buy

We will be buying a house in the next few months...hopefully. It's a scary and exciting time. It will be our first house. We've played the renters game long enough. We are ready to settle down.

Our first priority was finding a house in the local area that we are in now. We like it. We love our ward. We love the school district. However...upon figuring out monthly payments, property taxes, insurance is pretty clear that we won't be able to afford living in this area. We will have to move a little more south and a little more east so we can get more bang for our buck.

It will be a hard time to move. I'll be having a baby in November. We want to be moved in October. There may not be enough time to find a house, get it financed and appraised and the papers signed by then, but we are going to try. It will be hard to move into a ward a week or two before the baby comes. It will be terrible to leave my network of friends, especially when I will need them the most.

I am hoping everything will go amazingly well. But I am scared.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Updated Pregnancy Photo: 23 1/2 Weeks

Ok, so I'm not good at taking pictures of myself in the mirror. I always look like a goof. Then, when I had Kamy take one for me, I just look big and bloated. I think you should see me in person. I look way cuter.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Tag Monster that is just too cute for words!

I was browsing the internet and found this cute TAG MONSTER and so I decided to make my own. Plus, it is hot in my house without A/C, so I needed to be in the basement to cool off. My sewing machine is down there, so I thought I'd do something productive. I just drew out the pattern I wanted, the size I wanted, and went for it. It was fun and cute and I'm totally in love with how she turned out.

I added arms and legs, three rows of ribbon tags, and some ruffles across the back. I think she's just adorable.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Cute and Easy Chunky Watch Bracelets

Do you want to learn how to make one of these cute bracelets? (The earrings are just as fun, but a lesson for another day.) If you know how to tie a knot, you can make this bracelet. I'll show you how with this easy tutorial. First off, you need some supplies.

1. You need to buy a watch face. Go to to buy one. They range from 3.99 to 5.99. Make sure you go to the Solid Bar Ribbon section. You need a watch face that has a bar on either side so you can hook your clasps to it. While you are there, get a few. It's fun to have different sizes and colors for your watch face.

2. You need some stretchy cord (I use the Darice brand, size 0.8), four lobster clasps for every watch you want to make (you want a larger size, like 16mm). You can find them in stores that sell jewelry supplies. Here is what they look like. This is optional, but I like to use spacer bars (here is what they can look like) to keep my bracelet together in the middle.

3. Finally, you need some beads. You can order beads online, but I prefer to see and feel the beads before I buy them, so I go to Walmart, Hobby Lobby, Joann's, or Micheal's to buy my beads and my stretchy cord. These stores almost always have their beads and supplies on sale. You will want to get a few different styles and sizes of beads to give your bracelet some personality. Enjoy picking some out. That is my favorite part. Get some big chunky beads, get some smaller beads, get some neutral white or silver to fill in the gaps of whatever main color you are going for. Before you know it, you'll be addicted to buying beads.

Now you are ready to make your bracelet. You will want to lay out your beads in a pattern that you like, making two strands the same length (for my wrist, I make a length of about 5 1/2 inches. The beads, added to the length of the watch face, make a perfect size for my wrist.). Don't forget to lay out two or three beads at the top and bottom of your chains. Add in your spacer bars (I use one or two or three) in a place that is pleasing to you.

Now you want to measure your stretchy cord three times the length of your beads. So for me, I measure out three times my 5 1/2 inch length, which gives me 16 1/2 inches. That is how long I cut my stretchy cord. Now, take one of your lobster clasps and tie a square knot around the little hole at the bottom of the clasp. Then add one more knot just to secure it. Pull it tight. Make sure it won't come undone.

Look at the long part of your cord (not your tail). See what direction it is going. Do you see in the above picture, that the long cord is going towards the other clasp? That means I will start threading through my three top beads, then I will thread through my second clasp. Make sure you have the clasp facing the right way (the same way as the first clasp) so it will hook on to the watch bar the same direction.
Continue threading down through the bead chain. When you get to the other clasps, simply thread them through. When you start threading the second chain, just make sure you connect up again through the spacer bars in the same order as you had them laid out.

Are you still with me? At this point, you should be back to the beginning.

String your cord back through the first clasp and pull it tight. There should be no slack in your bracelet. Work the beads nice and tight against each other. Now, before you tie it together, while holding the cord tight so it won't come undone, hook the clasps onto your bracelet and try it on for size. It's a stretchy bracelet, so hook it on and then slide it onto your wrist. Check for sizing, and to make sure all the clasps are properly facing the right direction. If anything is amiss, now is the time to rethread, shorten, add, or change.

Once you have it how you like it, you simply tie a square knot (plus one, again) through your original clasp, and then tying using the tail end. Make sure you keep it very tight! Check to make sure it won't slip out of the knot, and then clip your ends close to the knot.

Congratulations!! You made a cute watch bracelet. Have fun with it. Go make more.

The best part about this watch bracelet hobby, is that you can make as many bracelets as you want, and you really only need one watch face to interchange it with. Make one for every outfit. Make one for your friends. They make great gifts!

The Newest Member of the Club

Before we left on vacation last month, I took Kamy to the eye doctor so she could get some glasses, which were a long time overdue. Sometimes I am a terrible mother. She should have had an exam last year. Anyway...we hoped they would come in before we left on our vacation, but that didn't happen.
So we went and picked them up when we got back. Kamy loves being able to see. She kept exclaiming over the signs on the road, the flowers in the ditches, and the leaves on the trees.

I got my first pair of glasses when I was 11 years old. I don't know how old Heath was, but I think it was in his early teen years that he started wearing glasses. I come from a family that boasts terrible eyesight. Almost everyone wears glasses in my family. I told Kamy (and Keaton, who has been wearing glasses since he was 3 or 4) that they are now a lifetime member of the poor eyesight club. Welcome.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Truth Be Known

Kamy lost another tooth a few nights ago. When I went in her room to put two dollars under her pillow, I found this note.

It reminded me of the next note, written last year, to the tooth fairy. It seems Kamy likes to leave notes so the tooth fairy knows what's going on.

(on the back she drew picture of herself, handing a tooth to a beautiful flying tooth fairy.)

I made the exchange yesterday morning, after she woke up (she's an early bird). I asked her if the tooth fairy had come, and she said "No". I told her I thought I heard the tooth fairy this morning, and she should go check.

When she came back downstairs, she said "Mom...are you the tooth fairy? Because tooth fairies are so quiet. Nobody can hear them. You said you heard the tooth fairy. That can't be true. So are you?"

I told her that she was right, but it was important to play along for the little kids. She nodded her head and left to go play. I wonder how long it will be before she asks about Santa Claus. In any case, I hope this isn't the last note to the tooth fairy. I quite like them.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Horses Horses...

We LOVE riding horses!! The kids were so excited. I think the horses liked Georgie. I was impressed that she didn't squeal and run away whenever the horses came around to smell her. Of course, they might have mistaken her hair for the lovely grass/straw that the kids were feeding them.
They all took turns riding the horses, and being led around a little path.

We met up with some friends from our California days when we were here. Stay tuned for that post next.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

A Day in Southeast Idaho

After my visit in Utah, I went up to Driggs Idaho to spend a few days with my friend Nicki. Our families were very close when we were living on base in California. The kids really missed each other, so we thought it would be fun to spend a few days with them. Driggs is located between Rexburg and Jackson, at the base of the Teton Mountains. It was a lovely drive to get there.

Nicki's parents are members of the Country Club up there, so we took the kiddos swimming one day. They had a blast in the pool. This time, I made the boys wear life jackets instead of their floaties. We had a near drowning about 30 seconds after we got in the pool, when Georgie tried to follow her brothers down the steps into the pool. Luckily, I was right there and pulled her up. After that, there was no way I was going to be able to keep an eye on all four of my independently minded kids, in a pool that got deeper and deeper with every step, so I slapped life jackets on them.

Kolby didn't seem to mind at first, although he prefers to swim under the water. Georgie had floaties on for a while, but after seeing everyone else in life jackets, she wanted to give it a try too. Turns out, all she could do was float on her back with the way her life jacket was, and she hated it. Keaton decided to drag her around a bit across the pool. It was funny to watch.

Then Georgie followed the boys to the hot tub, and didn't notice the step down, and I ended up saving her from a near drowning again. That was all I could take. We left shortly after that. The kids didn't want to leave, but when I told them where we were going, they got excited.

There's nothing like having a scoop of huckleberry ice cream for lunch. If you haven't had huckleberries, you are in for a treat. They taste best when they are made into ice cream. So good.

Then we changed our clothes and headed into Rexburg for the evening. I wanted to take the kids around Ricks College/BYU-ID and show them where I went to school my first two years of college, more than 13 years ago. After swimming, the hour long ride proved to be a great time to take a nap.

We stopped first at the temple, which I hadn't seen yet. It was big and beautiful sitting up atop the hillside.

Then we headed down to campus, which is undergoing some renovation. While we were walking around, these two girls, Kamy and Sophie, started making plans on going to college and being roommates. They were talking about how their room would be, and both decided that it needed to be "immaculate" at all times.

We took the kids through the Library on our way across campus. I use to clean the bathrooms and vacuum floors at 4am every weekday morning as my job my 2nd year of school. Now that was tough, getting up so early every day.

The kids didn't last long with the tour around campus, so we decided to go eat at Craigo's, which had the BEST breadsticks ever when we were going to school there.

The old location was boarded up, but we discovered that they had simply moved a few miles down the road towards Walmart. So we drove over there and ate, but were a bit disappointed that they don't make the amazing breadsticks anymore. We had to settle for just eating pizza. I think I'll have to make some breadsticks just like the Craigo's breadsticks use to be. When I do, I'll post the recipe for sure.

As we were eating, the girls were still talking about rooming together. They were discussing whether or not their apartment would have a DVD player in it.

Then we went to the store and got ingredients to make salsa. After that, we headed back to Driggs. It was a long day. A great day. A day that left me dreaming about breadsticks....

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Seriously Perverted and Psycho Math Teacher

What I'm about to tell you is the truth. The facts have not been changed to protect the innocent. Witnesses to the events in question will no doubt leave comments after the statement has been given. What follows is a story told by being a member of only the most secret of societies, namely, High School Algebra Class.

Mr. Deboard was a math teacher at our small little high school. How long he'd been there before my family moved there, I can't say, but he was the resident specialist in all things...squared. His specialty was Geometry, Trigonometry, and Calculus. He taught with knowledge far beyond what our weak and limited underage brains could absorb, but if we paid attention to his teachings, we could become masters over the Pythagorean theory, discover what x really equalled, and find the diameter of almost any shape.

However, it was the "paying attention" that proved to be our most daunting task. Who could learn from this man who provided such an array of distractions that would be talked about for dozens of years afterward? Such distractions have usually been retold through a combination of words and choreography. Due to the restrictions of the written word the blog presents, I will have to forgo the "acting out" that usually accompanies these stories. It will be most difficult, but I will try to lead you through this tale in such a way that you will get a full visual representation. Now, let me go into detail, although I warn you, some details are better left unvisualized.

By first impressions, Mr. Deboard was a normal looking man, even if his polyester pants and big '80s glasses (with a deep tint) were considered dated. He often wore sweater vests (brown or tan) over his button-up shirts, and he boldly preferred his collars to be up, as if he were a preppy country club member. The first indication that there was something quirky about him was when he was at the dry erase board working his way through a math equation. "Now if you look at this fraction, you can see that these are some pretty large numbers to divide. What if we reduce these fractions by dividing each by...." We heard not a word. All eyes were focused on the board, but it wasn't the equation that had us mesmerized. It was his absurdly crooked pinkie finger that seemed to banter back and forth between the dry erase marker and the white board. It jutted out in such an awkward position when he was writing on the board, that made us believe it had to have been broken a number of times to make it look like that. "What should we find first, the x or the y?" Mr. Deboard would ask the class. Who cares about the x or the y? What about that puppet show your pinkie finger is putting on for us?

I'll admit, we were far from considerate regarding his deformity, but he deserved our disgust through means of his other actions. One Monday morning we were all sitting at our desks, ready to begin our lesson. Most of us were trying not to stare at his pinkie finger when he casually leans against a side table and starts pulling up his shirt sleeves way beyond their normal allowance. As he continued to roll/push/squeeze his shirt sleeve up and over his shoulder, he announces: "You are probably wondering why I have this gigantic bruise running up my biceps..." No one replied. We tried to avert our eyes from the sight of his naked arms. "I went skiing this weekend and had a massive crash. It could have killed me." No one replied. In fact, I don't even remember seeing the bruise he was so proud of.

Another Monday morning, he goes into great detail, as he struts around the room, that he just got back from Mexico. Great trip. Only one problem. All weekend he had the unfortunate luck of experiencing the worst case of "Montezuma's revenge" that you've ever seen. "Now don't you be worried if I am in the middle of helping you with a math problem, and I drop everything and run from the room. Don't be scared. I'll be fine." To prove his point, a few minutes later just that exact thing happened. He almost ran into the closed door on the way out, and practically tripped over the unfortunate student who was outside at that exact moment. That scene will forever replay itself in my mind as one of the truly enjoyable experiences I had in that class. He was gone about 15 minutes. 15 minutes of pure bliss for us. I'm sure the faculty bathroom was never the same after that.

We quickly learned to choose the desks that were in the middle of the classroom. If we were too close to the front, not only would his pinkie finger drive us to insane distraction, but when he turned to the front of the class and spoke, you would be showered by little flecks of spit that shot out from the corners of his mouth. When this happened, it was like you were in a horror film that was shot in slow motion. You saw it form along his mouth. You saw it escape in a cadence of saliva, and yet you couldn't move out of the way fast enough before it splashed across your paper, arms, or for the terribly unfortunate, your face. It was impossible to predict, and inevitable to experience.

If you sat near the back of the room, you were too close to his desk, which was where he spent most of the class hour. He wanted to engage you in small talk. Enough said.

Now, I've saved the best for last. Heaven help the female who had a question on a math problem during the class hour. It was a mistake she only made once. It was a mistake we all suffered from. Mr. Deboard's eyes roamed the classroom, looking for any signs of a struggling student. A sigh. A shake of the head. A frustrated expression. She would start to stand, and gather up her book so she could go to the back of the room and ask Mr. Deboard a question. He stopped her. "Wait right there Suzie. I'll come to you."

Oh, you think him a gentleman? I think not.

She settles herself back down in her desk as Mr. Deboard comes swaggering down the aisle. He adjusts his belt just a bit, hitches up his brown polyester pants, and swings his foot up to rest on the waist-high desk just above her trig book. With his big shoe planted on her desk, he leans toward her, jaunting his hips forward in such a way that she can't help but be alerted to the presence of his bulges that are a fraction from her face, and he casually asks "What's giving you the problem here?"

There is just not a sufficient answer to that question.

In order to never experience such a disastrous tutoring session again, we would either hold our questions until we got home, and would ask our dad (which is what my sister and I did), or we would make it to the back of the classroom before Mr. Deboard would have a chance to insist that he come to our desks, and ask him our question with him thankfully sitting down, and his bulges safely hidden beneath his table.

One day, in the middle of my Junior year, Mr. Deboard never showed up for school. His classes were chaperoned by different teachers throughout the day. The next day, the same thing happend. Weeks went by, with different substitutes, but Mr. Deboard never came back. He just up and vanished. We finished the school year with a permanent substitute. She was hired full time the following year. We never saw Mr. Deboard again. I always wondered what caused him to disappear like that. However, there was no love lost. I was finally able to learn mathematics without the hindrance of a polyester crotch in my face.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

I'm Still Here!

...just incredibly busy. I've been going back and forth visiting friends and family. I've been making baby blankets and accessories. (The picture above shows 5 receiving blankets and two binkie clips that I've dubbed "binkie beads") I've been going to IKEA and bead stores and fabric stores. I've been watching movies and having dinner with friends.

I'll post more pictures as soon as things calm down. Miss you all!

Monday, July 6, 2009

Laughing My Stump Off!

Here is one more picture of my siblings (minus my oldest brother, who couldn't come). This picture makes me laugh every time I see it. It was a candid picture after someone told us to "be sexy". I don't know if any of us did that word any justice, but what makes me laugh is my brother Jamie, who is standing next to me. He has his arm at such an odd angle, that it looks like he is showing off an arm stump. Ah...I'm still laughing.

Slippy Slide Syles

Georgie is all show and no action. She likes to pretend she's playing on the slip and slide, but really, she lets a few sprinkles caress her hands or legs, and then she runs to where it's dry.
Keaton makes a big running start, then only gets about 18 inches down the slip and slide.

Kolby just runs around back and forth, making it hard for anyone to get some sliding action because he's always jumping around in everyone's way.

Kamy prefers the side-slide. No belly cruising for her. She will slide all the way to the end. Good for her.