If you happen to see a beached whale at Bear Lake next week: DO NOT BE ALARMED! It's not one of those white Beluga whales that you've heard about. Those aren't very common around the northern part of Utah. It's just my 8 1/2 month pregnant self. The best thing to do is keep me doused with cool water to lessen the sunburn. You could also toss me some food. Maybe some Swedish Fish (mmm..). And maybe, when the tide comes in, you can gather a group of 20 people to inch me slowly toward the water.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Addison post
Even after 3 kids, I'm still amazed at how much a baby can learn in her 2 little years of being alive. The things she thinks up! I laugh several times a day at things she says.
She has already mastered the art of crossing her eyes. And she knows how to whistle. I'm pretty sure she's the youngest whistler in the world. (Probably not, but the youngest that I've ever met.)
The other day we were watching one of the Harry Potter movies. It was showing the returned Dark Lord. You know, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. What?! I'm not afraid to actually say his name, I mean it is just a story after all. It was Voldem-m.... Vol... come on, you all know who I'm talking about so what's the point in spelling it out for you? Anyway, the snake-like face came on the screen and I covered Addie's eyes and said, 
During dinner, Brian was talking about someone saying they were a "Debbie Downer". Addie started laughing,
When she wants to play a few minutes longer she counts on her fingers:
After doing a few flips on the ground she came and told me that she did a somersault and pepper.
Elli taught her the color 'aquamarine'. She is now always talking about 'auker-wauker green' things. Sometimes she even talks about 'auker-wauker purple'. I don't know what color that is, but it's pretty darn cute to hear her say it.
She has already mastered the art of crossing her eyes. And she knows how to whistle. I'm pretty sure she's the youngest whistler in the world. (Probably not, but the youngest that I've ever met.)
The other day we were watching one of the Harry Potter movies. It was showing the returned Dark Lord. You know, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. What?! I'm not afraid to actually say his name, I mean it is just a story after all. It was Voldem-m.... Vol... come on, you all know who I'm talking about so what's the point in spelling it out for you? Anyway, the snake-like face came on the screen and I covered Addie's eyes and said, "This might be too scary for you."
She peeked around my hand for a few seconds, then sat back and put her eyes behind my hand again and said,
"Yep. It's too scary."
During dinner, Brian was talking about someone saying they were a "Debbie Downer". Addie started laughing,"Hahahaha, Debbie Downer, hahahaha..."
then she paused and said,
"What is Debbie Downer?"
When she wants to play a few minutes longer she counts on her fingers:"Just one, two, free... W more minutes."
Her 3 little fingers look just like a W.
After doing a few flips on the ground she came and told me that she did a somersault and pepper.
Elli taught her the color 'aquamarine'. She is now always talking about 'auker-wauker green' things. Sometimes she even talks about 'auker-wauker purple'. I don't know what color that is, but it's pretty darn cute to hear her say it.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The Wild West
I live in an interesting little town. Dry hills above it, swamplands below. I think it used to be an old Indian burial ground. (That's just a rumor, but it makes my town sound more interesting.) There are a lot of kids on my street but sometimes when I'm outside it is very quiet and calm. Not a kid's voice in earshot. Every once in a while during these calm moments I see a black crow flying around. Cawing. I grew up about 12 miles north of where I live now and I don't remember seeing crows flying around. It feels so fairy tale-ish. Very unreal. I just have to stare at the huge bird with the strange voice and watch him fly and land on houses and fly again and land on light posts. I can't take my eyes off it. The caw is the only sound breaking the silence. What the...? Do I live long ago in a land far away or in Utah? Why do the crows like this area? There aren't many trees in the hills above. Maybe they nest in the swamplands.
Whenever I see a sagebrush roll across my path, I don't feel out of place. Utah is filled with the weed. But the thing about sagebrush rolling across a street is that it makes me laugh. I can't help it. Sometimes it's a "holy cow giggle" and sometimes it's a "no way roar". I just point and laugh. I think, "it's just like in the movies!" HAHAAA!
One time I drove over a big one that blew toward my car. Then I forgot that I drove over one. For the next few days my car made a strange sound. I thought I was having engine problems. It turns out, the sagebrush had just gotten stuck under my car and the stem was rubbing on my axle or something and making a weird sound. It was wedged in there good. After lots of prying and swearing* I pulled it out and told myself to dodge the next sagebrush that came blowing my car's way. That was not funny and I did not laugh.
*My swear words aren't normal swear words. My latest words when I get frustrated are "blog!" and sometimes "blogger!". I think they're spelled more like "blagh!" and "blagher!" but still.
Whenever I see a sagebrush roll across my path, I don't feel out of place. Utah is filled with the weed. But the thing about sagebrush rolling across a street is that it makes me laugh. I can't help it. Sometimes it's a "holy cow giggle" and sometimes it's a "no way roar". I just point and laugh. I think, "it's just like in the movies!" HAHAAA!
One time I drove over a big one that blew toward my car. Then I forgot that I drove over one. For the next few days my car made a strange sound. I thought I was having engine problems. It turns out, the sagebrush had just gotten stuck under my car and the stem was rubbing on my axle or something and making a weird sound. It was wedged in there good. After lots of prying and swearing* I pulled it out and told myself to dodge the next sagebrush that came blowing my car's way. That was not funny and I did not laugh.
*My swear words aren't normal swear words. My latest words when I get frustrated are "blog!" and sometimes "blogger!". I think they're spelled more like "blagh!" and "blagher!" but still.
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