Sarah Vowell,
Where were you when I was striving through History in high school? And how awesome is it that I can tell my kids that Violet Parr (off-spring of Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl) writes fascinating books about American History and other things? So awesome.
I am reading "The Wordy Shipmates" and enjoying it immensely. I bought it at DI for $2. I sound like my dad. But I like it so much that I went to the bookstore and paid $14 for "Assassination Vacation." It took a great deal of self-control to not buy "Take the Cannoli" and "The Partly Cloudy Patriot." I will own and read them in time...
Go read Sarah Vowell. Put down the Mortal Instruments series; put down "Percy Jackson"; put down "Fablehaven." Go read Sarah Vowell!
Friday, February 19, 2010
What Was That You Said?
H:
Kineapple (pineapple)
O:
De-spectur Gagic (Inspector Gadget)
Ren-traunt (Restaurant)
Wolly (rolly) (O has trouble with "r"s and it is so cute)
Oh my small, sweet sons, please never grow up!
Kineapple (pineapple)
O:
De-spectur Gagic (Inspector Gadget)
Ren-traunt (Restaurant)
Wolly (rolly) (O has trouble with "r"s and it is so cute)
Oh my small, sweet sons, please never grow up!
Monday, February 15, 2010
H is Free!
H is now 3! We had his party on Saturday.
Here is his cake. I don't know why I didn't buy the train cake molds earlier. They are a hit!
H loved the sleeping bag from J and me. He impatiently bounced while I took it out of the box then promptly jumped in it and started rolling around on the floor.
He only left the sleeping bag to play with the blocks from Grandpa & Grandma Kim.
Three years ago today I went into labor and was breathing through increasingly intense contractions while watching J eat a jalapeno cheeseburger and tater-tots from Sonic. To be fair, it was my idea to stop for lunch on the way to the hospital so J could receive nourishment before having to be my doula. Turns out, I didn't need anyone to coach me through delivery since, for the first and last time, I opted for the epidural. With S and O I was determined to birth the babies my way -- no drugs, just relaxation. It worked out fine and is my preferred way of birthing a baby. With H, however, J didn't seem capable of handling a drug-free delivery, so I had some guy stick a massive needle in my back. I got sleepy and J got chatty. 40 minutes after the doctor broke my water, H made his way into our life. He was and is a handsome little bugger and has always had our whole family charmed. When one asks him, "Are you spoiled rotten?" he replies, "I'm not spoiled; I'm H!" I love how he says his "th"s with an "f" -- as in fumbs (thumbs), funder (thunder) and free (three). He is our little blond boy (hey -- he's blond for coming out of my body!) and has the most beautiful brown eyes -- I could get lost in them. We are so glad for three happy giggly years with H!
Here is his cake. I don't know why I didn't buy the train cake molds earlier. They are a hit!
H loved the sleeping bag from J and me. He impatiently bounced while I took it out of the box then promptly jumped in it and started rolling around on the floor.
He only left the sleeping bag to play with the blocks from Grandpa & Grandma Kim.
Three years ago today I went into labor and was breathing through increasingly intense contractions while watching J eat a jalapeno cheeseburger and tater-tots from Sonic. To be fair, it was my idea to stop for lunch on the way to the hospital so J could receive nourishment before having to be my doula. Turns out, I didn't need anyone to coach me through delivery since, for the first and last time, I opted for the epidural. With S and O I was determined to birth the babies my way -- no drugs, just relaxation. It worked out fine and is my preferred way of birthing a baby. With H, however, J didn't seem capable of handling a drug-free delivery, so I had some guy stick a massive needle in my back. I got sleepy and J got chatty. 40 minutes after the doctor broke my water, H made his way into our life. He was and is a handsome little bugger and has always had our whole family charmed. When one asks him, "Are you spoiled rotten?" he replies, "I'm not spoiled; I'm H!" I love how he says his "th"s with an "f" -- as in fumbs (thumbs), funder (thunder) and free (three). He is our little blond boy (hey -- he's blond for coming out of my body!) and has the most beautiful brown eyes -- I could get lost in them. We are so glad for three happy giggly years with H!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Follow Up
I haven't posted pictures of my recently liberated foot. I am still debating whether or not I should. Most people will not want to see pictures of my foot. As S put it last night (and he hadn't even seen it straight out of the cast -- he saw it after a soaking, a shaving, a shower, and 3 days of healing outside the cast), "Eeeww." The only reason I would post pictures of my foot and unshaven, hairy leg that bore an uncanny and frightening resemblance to my brother's would be for my dad's benefit. He is a medical doctor and is intensely interested in it for some odd reason. I could send pictures to the Albuquerque Costco for my parents to pick up next time they're there, but I don't really want to stumble upon said pictures in my mom's photo albums sometime in the future.
For now I'll just have to satisfy my dad's curiosity by a few random thoughts:
1. Stepping on my foot and not feeling the floor on all of it is very odd.
2. Having the podiatrist abruptly (and not gently) peeling off the scab, all the while laughing with my husband almost made me kick the doctor.
3. Having sutures pulled out is not comfortable.
4. I realize that hair is skin's natural protector, but -- yes, Dad -- I did shave off the 1/2" fuzz that grew on my leg under my cast.
5. Showers are wonderful. Baths with a leg wrapped in a plastic bag sticking out of the tub are not.
That's all for now. Hope that keeps you happy, Dad!
For now I'll just have to satisfy my dad's curiosity by a few random thoughts:
1. Stepping on my foot and not feeling the floor on all of it is very odd.
2. Having the podiatrist abruptly (and not gently) peeling off the scab, all the while laughing with my husband almost made me kick the doctor.
3. Having sutures pulled out is not comfortable.
4. I realize that hair is skin's natural protector, but -- yes, Dad -- I did shave off the 1/2" fuzz that grew on my leg under my cast.
5. Showers are wonderful. Baths with a leg wrapped in a plastic bag sticking out of the tub are not.
That's all for now. Hope that keeps you happy, Dad!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Farewell...
Tomorrow we bid a fond farewell to the large purple cast on my left foot. Last night J added his artistic touch to it:
Looks pretty cool, no?
Tomorrow the cast comes off! I will not miss bathing in the tub with my left foot wrapped in a plastic bag and hanging out of the tub. I will not miss being so slow that I can't even take the boys around the block on a walk. I will be glad to see my pinkie toe again -- I wonder what she looks like. I will be glad to shave my left leg -- I can see the hair peeking over the top of the cast as if to say, "You think we're furry; just you wait until you see the rest of your leg!" I will be glad to be rid of the belly that has settled on my form from weeks of inactivity and junk food. I will be glad to walk and swim for the next four weeks as they are the necessary precursor to running! I hope to never have a cast on any part of my body again in my life! (How's that for jinxing myself?) So long, farewell, large purple cast! I've appreciated you so very much, but now it is time for us to part!
Looks pretty cool, no?
Tomorrow the cast comes off! I will not miss bathing in the tub with my left foot wrapped in a plastic bag and hanging out of the tub. I will not miss being so slow that I can't even take the boys around the block on a walk. I will be glad to see my pinkie toe again -- I wonder what she looks like. I will be glad to shave my left leg -- I can see the hair peeking over the top of the cast as if to say, "You think we're furry; just you wait until you see the rest of your leg!" I will be glad to be rid of the belly that has settled on my form from weeks of inactivity and junk food. I will be glad to walk and swim for the next four weeks as they are the necessary precursor to running! I hope to never have a cast on any part of my body again in my life! (How's that for jinxing myself?) So long, farewell, large purple cast! I've appreciated you so very much, but now it is time for us to part!
Maple Canyon Ice Climbing
Hiking up Maple Canyon in the morning.
The tracks in the snow are from some climbers pulling up gear, food, and any other items they needed in sleds.
Even if you aren't a rock/ice climber, Maple Canyon is a great place to visit for a hike or picnic. It is located near the town of Fountain Green found half way between Nephi and Manti. It is a hidden canyon that can't be seen from the road, it isn't until you are about 50 yards away from the entrance before you can even see any signs of a canyon.
All geared up and ready to climb "Roadside Couloir" rated WI3.
Ice is graded on a scale of 1-7, WI = Water Ice.
More information on the rating can be found here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_climbing
This is the "Roadside Couloir" looking up from the bottom.
Climbing up "Roadside Coulior".
Climbing "Under Wraps" WI4, this one was a workout.
Ice Climbing - Misc
Climbing "Under Wraps" WI4, watch for falling ice (last 20 seconds).
Climbing "Old Dawg" WI2+, the first climb of the day.
Other Pictures of the Day:
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