07 July 2014
I can't believe I've given into the craze to never ever blog anymore. However, I am doing this (which I'll hopefully get better at...it seemed so easy but I'm having a hard time)--and I have way too many Shins lyrics I've wanted to use as titles over the years to completely abandon this old thing.
12 June 2014
It is weird how I can feel like I've never seen or read these scans before, when I surely must have because they are right here on my computer. But when I came across these two houses and their brief descriptions I was floored. It's such a little thing, to remember a house, but it really is part of you while you live in it. These are just the sort of houses I pass in rural Idaho and wonder, Who woke up there in 1937? Well, it was probably my grandma or the McCulloughs or somebody like that.
I meant to only post the photo below, with a plea to for help with chickens to my aunt (who could technically still help if I called her up) and my Grandma Stricklan (who probably couldn't really help).
(I know, dad, you could help too, but you would just remind me how terrible it smells. Thanks.)
I simply did not have the wherewithal to get chickens this spring; my head wasn't in the game.
Now I want them, though, and a neat little helper with really short bangs.
02 June 2014
Dear 10-mile Saturday jogs,
You are just not happening this year. I thought you would; 10 by 10 (miles x months) I sort of thought, but I have four days and you are eluding me because of the extreme time you take up. I just can't, with a baby, you are too much. See you next summer maybe.
I'm pretty sure you used to bloom for longer than a week? Did you? What do you need from me to make this work? You're supposed to be in bloom for Nate's birthday.
Dear Nate's birthday,
Hi! Welcome! Love you!
30 May 2014
There is a short story called "The Palace at 3am." Or 2am. One of the two. It's one of those phrases that just sticks in my head. Well, Norah woke up at 5:45 on our trip to Meridian, and we all felt a little iffy about that.
But their energy just never seemed to fade.
Slipping and sliding.
And a nice front door--rather unrelated to the kids, but a nice door.
27 May 2014
The bright side of the Rexburg wind is KITES.
The bright side of friends living in far-off Boise is an excuse to go there, teepees, nature walks and taxidermy and burgers and good weather and planning their wedding; seriously it may be obnoxious and so cliche that we should just stop talking about it, but Calvin + Penny please.
The bright side of Memorial Day is picnic and Razor rides in the foothills. Calvin eats that stuff up. (That stuff = chips, which he never gets at home.)
The bright side of coming home on Monday in time for the evening Peterson/Clark cookout is partaking in Grammy's pinecone memorial game. (See Joshua 4 for more information.) We put a pinecone in a bucket to remember everyone we could remember, with Calvin's enthusiastic assistance.
While she was explaining the background, my mind wandered, and I wondered why people of the older generation have longer attention spans than we do. Can I even dream of being as cool as her when I'm 85? Probably not.
21 May 2014
We spent a lot of time outside, loving every second of the sudden perfect weather. We spent a lot of time in our lawn chairs. Calvin's hair was too long so we cut it all off. I took a picture of our tree, which had suddenly grown a bazillion leaves, where there were none just a week ago. That tree amazes me every year.
17 May 2014
The Weather: 100% awesome, sunny with a high of 75, which is as everyone knows, perfect.
The house: Looking good with the sunlight coming in. New A/C has not yet been tested, but we are in windows open mode, which is as everyone knows, perfect.
The yard: Mowed, front and back. We put a little more attention into the grass this spring (attention = humates) so hopefully it will look less dead this August.
Our appliances: All dying. Is six years the limit? Microwave: dead. Blender: dead. Dumb.
Norah: Pretty, pretty. Eats a ton (of food, not milk). She yells when she's hungry, which is basically all the time she isn't eating. She takes two naps a day, goes to bed at 7:00, and I don't retrieve her until at least 6:00am. I don't know if she sleeps through the night because we banished her to the basement. She seems okay about it. Is scared of Uncle Andy.
Calvin: Looking old. Tantrums are on a hiatus, which is extremely fortunate for all of our well-being. He is into saving money, sweeping the driveway, golfing, wearing red, riding his bike and complaining the whole time about how hard it is, eating fruit and begging for doughnuts.
Nate: Being awesome, like usual. Reading interesting books, being the Cache HR President, teaching Gospel Doctrine, no longer scouting. Running a little. Taking bonus Saturdays with his time off. Golfing with Calvin and occasionally giving him doughnuts.
I: don't know. Just doing the stuff. Still hate wiping counters and feeding baby food. Still love running and eating. And good weather.
15 May 2014
13 May 2014
i often go walking around the gravel pit after the kids are asleep and i don't have the energy to run
To you these are skinny trees,
dry cracky brush, a hill, clouds.
08 May 2014
The day started with me (figuratively) looking up boarding schools for 3-year-olds (again!), and then ended with me being slightly amused with his antics. It's a balance.
06 May 2014
04 May 2014
I try everyone's patience at times.
Calvin ended up in his underwear. Also known as a speedo? No? Well, that's ok.
Coughed like a maniac the day we went to the park, but inside the park, this is practically the only cough he had.
If Calvin hadn't been so excited about camping, we may have chickened out. I'm glad we didn't, though. It was basically just like being at home, only in tents.
30 April 2014
27 April 2014
I have recently discovered my love for old-timey bluegrass-type gospel music.
I have been listening to Ralph Stanley, and I'm not being sarcastic or ironic. I just like it.
Meanwhile, our creek is getting fast and high--it must be nearly May.
We have two trips planned in May.
May's the best.
No one ever says, "May, get out of here. You're way too long."
April already made me feel better, and now it's nearly May! What luck. I have been doing a sort of project-type scripture study, and it has been kind of fun and a lot helpful in helping my head direct my thoughts better. Now I remember that I can really focus my mental energy; it's something that's easy for me to let go of. Do you even know what I'm talking about? My brain feels like a frayed rope that I really want to pull together but sometimes I feel like I can't. However, I can! At least I can better than I have been.
April is doing that out like a lion thing, which is how it goes around these parts. Not to worry. See you soon, May!
24 April 2014
And that's why this seems like it just happened but it was two weeks ago. Calvin wanted to hike. I was so happy about that. He asked like eleventeen times when we were going to go hiking, and when we went, he didn't want to stop! Even though the wind and rain nearly blew us away as we tried and abandoned hiking the Pyramids (until next time, Pyramids). Then we just walked up the Birch Canyon road until we heard teenagers singing from a nearby trail that we didn't know existed until we found it.
Calvin's main goal was to step over logs.
He succeeded many times.
Then we got to the top of the trail and looked over the valley.
Norah didn't even hate it.