Tuesday, December 31, 2013

year in review

thomas and i were talking tonight about the year that is about to end, what was good, what what bad, what was hard, what was easy. the hard list was long this year. the easy list was short. i was a bit discouraged when i sat down to craft this post, thinking that difficulty had dominated this year. but as i searched my photo files i found that the good was abundant and that the good was always there; my delightful kids, my wonderful husband, and the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. those constant goodnesses i tend to take for granted until i realize how hard it would be to deal with the difficulties without them. 

“Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he has been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to be just like people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, and most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is just like an old time rail journey ... delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.”

this boy doesn't hug often, so when he does, it's a treat.

inadvertent cat sweater sunday

easter sunday antics

 the highlight of the year: reagan's baptism

 i ran a few races. 

i told this girl to pull her pants up 54,324 times.

 i thrifted some gems. both of our dresses are vintage and cost me less than $8.

 our baby got married and we felt that our dad was near. we love the temple.

“It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.” 
― L.M. MontgomeryAnne of Green Gables

Sunday, December 22, 2013

november non sequitur

does this post need words? 
shopping with scarlett. she is not opposed to spending a lot of time trying things on in the dressing room. and then dancing in them. you've always got to be able to dance. 

always funny. 

dance recital awesomeness!

Friedrich Nietzsche"

well, good news mr. nietzsche, we have enough chaos to birth the rockettes so stardom is imminent. 

i wanted to paint this door.
so, i ate a bunch of chocolate chips...
and i did.
i used a gel paint for a high gloss finish but the actual paint was a total pain. the finished product was what i wanted, but if you look closely, it's not a smooth as i would have liked and there are a few visible brush strokes even though the paint is advertised to not show brush strokes. i plan on replacing the gold hardware with silver and adding a kickplate. i know that gold is all the rage these days, but i just really like silver. 

then as i was finishing up, blythe fell down the front brick stairs but the only thing that hit brick was her face. 

later in the month, my mother flew in, heather and daniel drove up from florida and my little family drove to north carolina for thanksgiving with my uncle sherman and family.

heather and i ran in a 5k. but we had to wait a bit in the car before it started. there's not much to do when it's 24 degrees at 7am in the morning when the race starts at 830, but we kept ourselves occupied.

(heather, me, cousin cami)
it could have been one of my best races ever if it weren't for all the dang slow people with strollers WALKING the course. i made some new friends that day. 

board games were popular. 

a few people took the games a little more seriously than the rest of us. 

i got sick during dinner...
and i later finished my meal by myself.

hilarity ensued.

just the three of us: heather, me and my zit. 

these are my aunt susan's cabinets. 
her whole house is this level of organized all the time. i think i can do it too! (when i live alone in a cave.)

first haircuts:

look at this darling baby!!!

we did this a few times just for laughs:

and the babies fought more than a few times. fighting as in fist cocked back, open palm face slaps and rolling around on the floor. 

back at our house, heather and daniel put together the best treasure hunt of all time. 

more baby fighting

the biggest highlight was running with my sister. same topics, same grievances, we're still perfect. 

Saturday, November 30, 2013

did i touch up my roots for this?

christmas cards are probably just not going to happen this year because my family is full of uncooperative, combative twerps who hate synchronized smiling and wearing nice clothes so we have to resort to wearing sport teams apparel and even then the pictures still turn out terrible.

80% okay

not bad but not good. everyone looks acceptable but reagan. he looks like he has a mouth full of spit waiting for a victim.

scarlett feeling evangelical

my mom thinks she is so funny:

the bomb has been dropped:

we have touchdown:

the mushroom cloud is forming:

thomas is not amused:

the end is near:

my absolute favorite of reagan:

oh the humanity!

there are no survivors

and this is the picture reagan begged me to take after he finally finished throwing his fit about NOT wanting to be in any family pictures.

i may have some nice head shots of myself made and send those in a nice card accompanied a christmas paragraph  all about me instead of a family letter since i am the only one who actually wants this to happen.
the end.