17 April 2015

roof river

Yesterday the sun came out and made rivers of the six-inch snowbanks. It did more melting in one afternoon than it did for months previously. It's still hard at it today, and the high is supposed to be 65 degrees so I'm guessing it won't have to melt so much tomorrow.

Obviously we had to go outside and listen to the creek coming out the gutters. Obviously Calvin dressed like it was July, and Norah kept grabbing small bits of snow and yelling, obviously, 'NO!

16 April 2015

"must be beautiful this time of year...all that snow"

That Tuesday wind was such a hard worker! By Tuesday night the snow came down and didn't stop until late evening yesterday. It is white and deep and heavy, and much heartier than any snow we saw all winter. We took the middle-road approach to playing in it. Snowpants: yes, sleds: no, wagons: yes, because that FACE made me.

14 April 2015

the wind in the maple

It would be hard to claim you like wind; people would roll their eyes. But maybe if you qualify it as liking the kind of wind that blows in a change they'd be satisfied, as long as you assure them that you're watching the trees shake from inside.

There were even times in Idaho* that I sat in a cozy chair with a book next to a rattling window totally content to watch spring blow in at top speed. Spring is like that, and it has to blow in lots of times before it sticks--often with rain and snow. We're almost there now, though. Maybe once more and we'll be all set. And aren't we glad the propane tank didn't explode when the grill blew over onto the patio this afternoon?

*Idaho= neverending spring wind

08 April 2015


It was supposed to rain today but the clouds have not yet opened.
On the other hand, the underside of Norah's top lip got opened by a stepladder.

06 April 2015

being awesome

One thing I missed about my blog when I didn't blog was having a place to record all the things I did that I thought were awesome. Not in a braggy way, just in a way to keep them for posterity and then maybe to brag about them just a little teeny bit later when I'm old and infirm. No really, just in a way that I can be like, Oh I liked that part of my life in 2015.

I liked running up Birch Canyon on Saturday. I only ran six miles but it was so steep! And it was cold. And it made me feel strong.
I liked it when the kids climbed all over Nate and instead of being annoying it was cute.
I liked it when I bought myself a new skirt and shirt and wore the shirt four times in a row and I'm still wearing it.
I liked it sort of when I sold our table before we had a new one, but I also bought sconces so we can finally see in that corner of the room after dark.

03 April 2015

norita bonita

 Maybe it's because I'm not much of a girly girl or maybe it's because I spent about $.85 and zero effort on Calvin's wardrobe until he was 2, but I was not excited at all about the "making her looking cute" part of having a girl when I found out Norah was a girl. I thought there is no point, my friends, in doing a child's hair if you're just staying home. I thought I would never take the time.
 And fairly true to my form, I rarely bow-ed or headbanded or dressed her up.

But then her hair grew in! And it could be ponytailed! (Ridiculously!) And pigtailed. And side ponied. I bought a huge pack of baby elastics and have been going cute crazy ever since.

Of course, this confession is hilarious to anyone who actually does their kids' hair, because it's still almost nothing at all. But since the hair-doing got serious, I've also made her some dresses and bought her a THIRD pair of shoes. (Before she even walked, you guys. AKA pointless.)
I painted her nails this week too. We are getting a little out of control.

31 March 2015

and to think i saw it on mulberry street

A glorious tree so strong and friendly
A man
A boy
A board 
A rope
A drill
A dandy idea

And to think we want to move away from this tree.

30 March 2015

norah can

 SAY Justy, Auntie, Mumma, Pappa, basically anything you say repeated in a tiny voice that replaces hard "C" with "T."
DO walking (finally finally finally!), eating with utensils, playing alone (infrequently), playing with Calvin (even less often), hugging, going to sleep without a bottle and in the same room as Calvin (big score!)
BE awesomely cute, surprisingly grouchy, funny, proud of herself, shy, indignant, possessive, bossy, huggy, snuggly, sweet, curious.

25 March 2015


As promised, I did not plant tulips last fall
I still managed to feed the deer some last week.

22 March 2015

mum's the word; week of woes

Now I get why people keep their house-hunting adventures to themselves. Every other day they'd have to update you with "Just kidding, our buyer pulled out," and "Just kidding, someone already made an offer on the house we were preparing to make an offer on," and "Just kidding, we actually did find the perfect house but someone also made an offer on it about six minutes before us so we made a backup offer, but since we have no buyer for our house and we're in 2nd place it's not extraordinarily likely that we'll get it."

And when you try to drown your woes in buying furniture, the sofa you loved is gone and the table you want isn't sturdy enough to hold a square dance on and may (100% certainly) get scratched, and thus gets vetoed.

And when you try to cheer up and celebrate Norah taking her first steps, she refuses to take any further steps, except maybe for a snowcone, but then again, maybe not. She just stands there, staring you down instead of stepping. Saying, "You lose again, mom."
But not everything can be bad when the mountains are sunny and the sidewalk is covered in tic-tac-toe boards. I will not, however, keep the house-hunting updates coming. Next one may possibly say, "We moved."

17 March 2015

the back 40

You see those parties that people plan and pay for and buy matching straws for and spend seven hours decorating themed cookies for and stress over and photograph professionally and blog about? We don't do those kind of parties.

5:00 - Pick up my brother and nephew, mention the word "firepit."
5:25 - Gather supplies into a basket. Put basket in wagon.
5:30 - Nate gets home. "Has anyone started the fire yet?" No?
5:43 - Yell to neighbors over the fence and through the vine, which is fortunately bare of leaves so I can see through it to come over. Bring hot dogs!
6:00 - Neighbors arrive, children yell and chase and play in wagon, we don't have enough buns, someone else brings marshmallows.
6:12 - Mosquitoes arrive.
7:00 - Calvin gives an unrehearsed Family Home Evening thanks to the Wise Man and Foolish Man cutouts in the last Friend magazine (with the wise and foolish labels being switched, because he wanted the wise man to be wearing blue).
8:00 - It's dark, kids are retrieved from the wrong lawn and deposited to their parents, other kids get in the tub, then bed, and sleep soundlyzzzzzzzzzz.

12 March 2015

the uh huhs

Some of Calvin's talents are detecting patterns, deductive reasoning and talking. Oh the talking.

As a mother's absolute survival depends on the mindless Uh-huhs directed toward a child like that, I have learned that I must be very careful with those Uh-huhs. Otherwise not only am I agreeing with much nonsense and imagination/real life combinations, but I'm usually giving permission for root beer or inconvenient outings or promises that are impossible to keep.  One must be careful of too much mindless Uh-huhing or before you know it, the relentless young person will be counting on visiting Hawaii every three weeks to play with the kid at church who had a toy gup.

10 March 2015


We could have bought a beautiful old house two blocks away from our current house. The only reason we didn't is that it just didn't feel right. It's been called going with your gut. Our guts, we are sure, have been guided by the Holy Ghost, so while I sort of mourn that house that could have been, I'm still excited about the house to be. I am about equal parts calm/excited and worried/nervous about this whole moving extravaganza. No, actually that's wrong; it's more like 75/25 in favor of calm/excited. 80/20...97/3?! Mostly calm, mostly excited. For the win.

09 March 2015

five cavities

Dear Calvin,

But whose teeth exactly did you inherit? FIVE CAVITIES???

Love, Mom

The worst part about getting his cavities filled today, other than it being sandwiched between two house-buying/selling appointments thereby stressing me out, was the numbness. I expected him to hate it. As it turns out, he hated it so much he punched his own face and now his lips are bloody and swollen as well as numb. Cool.

06 March 2015


I feel like I've spent the whole day on the computer so far, like old times (when I had a job and worked on a computer all day; those times). Instead of working or even really accomplishing anything I've been mostly shopping. Shopping online is so lame and takes forever, but when you need a new table and chairs and sofa and high-rise jeans because your house just sold and you will need those things at your new house, you shop online. I also paid some bills and listened to a conference talk (while shopping).

Norah is supposed to be asleep, but Hawaii times messed up her nap schedule. But really, she's 19 months old so I expect her to be more adaptable than that. Come on Norah, zzzzzzzzz.

Calvin is supposed to be watching Octonauts, which he is doing.

Nate is supposed to be at work, and we are supposed to be meeting with the bank today but we're having a hard time getting ahold of Barb. (Answer your phone, Barb!)

And last but not least, we need to find a new house. At least we have something legit to fast for on fast Sunday!