22 July 2015

this one time

I thought it would be more interesting to write about family history than write about how I made cookies again or went to the park (again) so I started doing that. Then I stopped doing that! It required that I put in a tiny bit of work and I take my non-working mom status seriously, so I had to stop. Also, over the winter I started using nap time to run on the treadmill or take a nap. I am still a little sad I didn't stay more gung-ho about that blog. It's not dust in the wind yet or anything, but I have done something easier to maintain with my old scanned in family photos. The ancestor wall has begun! I put it in the tv room so that when you reach the boring part of the show (where they're fleshing out characters or being redundant) you can look around and see your ancestors, who happen to be watching the show too. So far so good (more ancestors coming soon to a tv room near you me).

20 July 2015

now we're cooking with gas

The kitchen in this house is a huge upgrade. The dishwasher stays put, there is a window above the sink, and a bar area for stools. Even so, there's a little bit of pearls before swine going on (swine being me) because I miss my flat cooktop for its ease of cleaning. And I keep burning things over my new gas flames. Not that I want my old kitchen back (what a joke). There may be lot of brown in there, but there is also a lot of awesome amazing kitchen in there too where I have already cooked for several large groups and died over the vast counter space.

Here is a brief memo of one thing I love about the house:
1. The Dining Room: The long table we bought this spring fits perfectly, the window is huge, the French doors go right outside to the brilliant covered patio. I can see the whole backyard and any children therein. There's no screen in the window, which may seem to some like "damage" but to me is awesome because I could (potentially) hand otter pops out it to playing children. It's bright and sunny, but even on the 100-degree days we had at first it isn't too hot if the curtains are closed until after breakfast--and on cloudy days it's nice and bright and cozy.

16 July 2015

at home

I moved to Logan all by myself 8 years ago. I felt at home pretty quickly in my little yellow brick house that I practically had to myself all summer, empty except when Britt came to visit. (She spent more time there than my supposed roommate, it seems, even though she only came up a few times.)  Last night we went to visit Britt in Midway at her parents' cabin--a place that makes everyone feel at home.

The day we looked at our house for the first time I just sort of knew we would call it home. It was a little dark, a little expensive, but I didn't notice all of the sponge painting (ALL OF THE YELLOW AND BROWN SPONGE PAINTING.) or the broken blinds or the crazy carpet downstairs (which I'm obviously used to anyway, 1941 house). Every subsequent time I came in, or even loitered outside, I felt at home. And sometimes I cried, because I am awesome. We had a bunch of gunk hold us up regarding the appraisal and the underwriting timeframe, but I just still knew we'd be home soon, except that I was a little worried I was wrong and then I'd sure feel foolish. But I actually knew that wasn't going to happen because I knew I hadn't found the house on my own, but that we had had a lot of help from the Spirit guiding us along.

I would love to show you some more of the house (Ab) but at this juncture...I can't get my iphone pictures to upload to our new pc. I will probably figure it out though, right, as a person of the technology age? I felt like the oldest fogey-est grandma at Best Buy checking out computers, though, the other night. Why can't they just leave well enough alone? Instead of being rewarded for taking good care of my technology and using it for 8 years, I am being punished by being way behind the times. It is not my favorite. Hey, technology, JUST STOP FOR A MINUTE, geez.

As I type this the kids are demonstrating one of the virtues of our house: the circular layout. Kitchen, dining room, living room all connected in a way that one (or more) can run around the rooms as if on a track. Or in this case, one can pull a littler one by the feet, dragging her in circles as if on a track.

14 July 2015

i knew that we could do it and indeed we have

We moved from there to here. I knew we could. I just knew it.

22 June 2015

you know what

- Moving is mostly waiting. It's boring. Until this weekend, of course, when it will be 102 degrees. Then it will be all action! 

- We are way under budget this month! What good news. Good job, us. Except that we are probably going to eat out 5 or 6 times this week (since I've packed up most of the kitchen and will finish that up here shortly) and moving is expensive and we also need about sixty gallons of paint for our Almond Tree House so we will probably even out by the 30th. But still, go us.

- Calvin likes that swing. I am personally a little glad we didn't put it up sooner because the grass under it is dead as doornails.

-I think because of the unfocused stress and inactivity combo this upcoming move has given me (waiting, waiting, waiting) I have become reobsessed with Gilmore Girls. Not that I ever hated it or anything, but I am on daily rations now, and it is soothing. All that rapid fire wit, it's calming like the ocean. We watched a Nick & Nora movie this weekend and they talk like that too. So soothing.

19 June 2015

golden and sneezy

I know I am going to remember this spring and summer happily as the summer of hiking.
Norah is small enough for the pack.
Calvin is big enough to hike.
We have gone out on a trail every single week since April, even through the rains. We've even gone with friends several times.
This isn't going to happen again for a while.
Next year Norah will actually probably still be technically small enough for the pack, but it won't be as fun for ME packing those pounds, and then the next year we will be trying to convince her short legs to hike, so I'm enjoying every minute of this I can.
Even when (like today) our hike ends up super short because of unforseen rivers without bridges and we are eaten by mosquitoes and Calvin drops his super special hiking reward into the river (doritos :|!) while he's trying to wash sap off his hands. Hikes like these are more exploratory than efficient. 
We're all ok with that.
Oh, but the sneezy part: (less interesting and cute)
 I am oddly allergic this year and it is driving me batty. Achoo. At least for once I'm not pregnant or nursing so I can take allergy medicine, not that it works. SO I've been wearing my glasses more and not wearing make up, making me feel extra attractive.

TODAY'S HIKE:
High Creek trail in Cove
(Mount Naomi Wilderness)
Trailhead: 7 miles up from the highway
Distance: Good question. Probably a mile, due to the washed out bridge. It is 5 miles to the lake, which is beyond our capabilities, but we were hoping to find a waterfall. Next time I'll find it.
Snacks: Atop a rock and washed away down the river.

17 June 2015

what in the seven seas

He is a kid I get. I know the reason he doesn't like to write is that his letters don't look perfect. I usually understand, if not actually support, the reasons he throws a fit. I get his jokes and why he thinks they're jokes, even if they're not. I know how he describes memories and people so I usually know what he's talking about even when everyone else is only entertained and mystified.
But there are two things about him that I seriously don't get.

1. He is really attached to our 1941 house. Like, really attached, as in last night he was weeping at the thought of leaving these walls. "These walls are my friends!" he wailed.  For nearly an hour after we sent him back to bed with assurances and hugs. I guess he didn't get the memo that this house is done doing us favors and is getting pretty needy. Onward and upward and away from here. (And although this is another story, we have hit just about every single hiccup we could with our new house, but it IS happening.)

2. He hates peanut butter
How did he even come from me?

14 June 2015

at the end of the day

At the end of a day of hiking with the kids,
exploring the glory of the trees,
gazing at wildlife,
or maybe just putting our feet in the baby pool while Norah yells at bugs
we go in the living room, 
talk about the things,
and then
we
watch
a
show.

Generally.
It's typical.
It is 8:30.
We turn on the tv.
We get the apple remote and direct Netflix toward a British crime mystery.
(But not Poirot because we've sadly seen them all.)
During the credits, we pause the program to:
boil water for Dandy Blend or herbal tea
get second dinner (an egg sandwich)
and a cookie (or a brownie).
Then someone generally has to go potty.
And then
We are almost to the wrap up,
all the suspects are gathered,
but it's 10:00 and we are tired. We debate saving the last 15 minutes for tomorrow.
We say we'll start at 8:15 next time.
(We don't.)

11 June 2015

memorial day: the most blogged of the minor holidays

Two weeks ago meant Memorial Day, which was during the period of great rains. 
It also meant fake sleeping with your real-sleeping son, using a 20-year-old hand-me-down tiger as a pillow.
 It meant hamming it up from holding hands to smooching in front of family headstones when you read your crowd and realized what a pleaser it would be.
 It meant a visit to some of our pioneers with the Clarks, followed by a Grampsie-birthday-dinner at Maddox, as per usual and me not knowing what to order because I like everything there but the main course. I think I got trout and it was pretty good.
Memorial Day 2014 with Norah weirdly bald
2013 with no actual documentation
2012 with lots of actual rain
2011 with the picnic table
2010 with no actual documentation again, but with cookie dough
2009 with the camping - pretty early to be camping.
2008 with the pictureless posting and the being a newlywed



09 June 2015

guilt with plants

 Neighbor Shane gave us a truckload of salad greens a few weeks ago, along with a bushel and a peck of radishes. If you have successfully grown salad lettuce you will know that it has to be washed thoroughly several times because it grows in dirt with bugs. So, well, there was a half hearted attempt to wash and dry it all, but it never really got clean and I don't have a salad spinner so it was wet forever. My gardening skills are remedial. I love garden veggies, but I don't quite get lettuce yet. And we ate a few radishes because, YUM!, but we have a literal bucketful on the patio that I didn't even touch. Bucket full.
I stole some poppies from the side of the road when my peonies started wilting. Then they wilted faster.

27 May 2015

pre school

Preschool stats; Calvin was
the oldest
the 2nd tallest
one of three boys
the bossiest
the only one to play his bell at the correct moment during "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," and made sure we all knew it ("I know it's not time to ring the bells yet!!")
the readiest for kindergarten but he can't go because his birthday is after the deadline and we are all pretty bummed about it and we really wish there was some way around it and no matter how many people tell me "it's better for boys to be older" I will still say Calvin should be going this fall. But he's not. But he is going to the same preschool in the fall and he'll like that too...Just not as much as he'd like kindergarten.
The End.

26 May 2015

know it all

 I want to know all of the tress.
I'll look at them and say
Boxelder/Silver Poplar/Horse Chestnut/Mountain Ash/Cottonwood
or Almond

19 May 2015

oh my heck/computer complaints/subject change

Seriously.

This computer: eye roll hashtag super stupid.

I had a great short post in my head that is completely dependent upon a picture I took at the Petersons' on Sunday. Sadly the computer is not computing photos at the moment.

New subject: I think we're actually moving. We close on our house in three weeks and on our new house in a month. Oops, that . should be a ! or two to properly express our excitement.

15 May 2015

some underlines

I was going to blog more; I've been meaning to blog more, but you see my computer is going kaput and our internet has been abnormally slow. I can't even check the bank account because it takes six years; it would be faster to just crawl to the bank and ask the teller what is going on. Uploading pictures is like torture.

THINGS I WOULD HAVE BLOGGED ABOUT:




I have only bought macs and we have been delaying buying a new macbook because of the cost, but then we looked at how much "other" computers cost...which I have actually never done, and it is ridiculous. I could buy six. I'm having a hard time holding back.

08 May 2015

stopping and starting are the right ways to hike with kids

I did two things to make hiking with my kids happen more and be more awesome.
1. Stopped waiting for Saturdays so Nate could come. I feel bad he misses some of our hikes, but then again, sometimes he has to golf for work or gets taken out for lunch, so...well...at least I get to hike more.
2. Started bringing a bag of candy. Every five minutes Calvin and Norah get some. I've only done this twice, but both times Calvin begged to go hiking again. Candy is the answer. (hastag DUH, seriously, I'm sure I should have thought of this earlier. I of course usually bring snacks, but actual candy, especially when it's not a usual snack, is the way to go. Two skittles will do the trick.)