tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88366958451970889652012-02-16T11:53:18.351-08:00My Life in PicturesSplizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17143663100584460931noreply@blogger.comBlogger5101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836695845197088965.post-33382539756749124582011-11-18T06:47:00.000-08:002011-11-18T10:12:20.954-08:00

Ivy and William just finished swim lessons for November. Winter swim lessons are the best. Ivy practicing floating with a life jacket.William learning to float. (William is great at everything else, but cannot float. It's kind of hilarious. When he flips onto his back he goes rigid and sinks. I think he is very brave because he keeps trying, despite all the water up his nose.)

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This is my sister with my nephew (looking good, guys):They're visiting from Michigan and came to spend yesterday afternoon with us. It mostly consisted of her patiently helping me deal with children/housework/homework/church stuff/dinner. I am not an easy person to visit. You should know this in advance. It was still really wonderful. I love my sister.good times.IN RELATED NEWS:well, hello Daniel

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(These are old pictures. I took them at the beginning of September and forgot they were on my camera.)(Before we get started, how cute is Charles?)William has been learning to read. He loves it. He especially loves to read to Charles, because, he tells me, Charles is his favorite, he loves Charles more than he loves the rest of us. That's a direct quote, by the way.I told him it was okay to love

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(We're going to pretend like I didn't disappear for two months, and just get back to business, okay? okay.)

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Michael is a huge ball of excitement and nerves right now. Last night on the way to back to school night he suddenly exclaimed: "I'm so nervous!" He couldn't settle down to sleep at bedtime. This morning he talked compulsively, smiling and fidgety. I took him to the bus stop and waved goodbye and realized I am nervous, too. But just look at this handsome first grader. How could his year be

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Yesterday was my Grandma's 94th birthday. She has good days and bad days, so my mom wanted to do something low key to celebrate. I made a cake: (I want you all to know my dad teased me mercilessly for taking pictures of my cake. I was like, Whatever, Dad, that cake is amazing and the internet needs to know.) (You're welcome.) My mom brought down cupcakes for the kids so they could blow

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Flowers on my table in the morning always make me feel optimistic about the day.

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Ivy sat and watched while I fed Charles. She watched while I talked to him and made faces, and while I wiped him up and cleaned the table off. Then she decided she wanted in on the action. "Do you want some more to eat, Charles?" she asked. He didn't say anything. She took that as an affirmative. So she made him some Chicken Pot Pie Soup, using a baby spoon and a sippy cup. And she

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This morning I decided it was time to stop procrastinating and feed Charles some real food. By real food, you understand, I mean pureed organic apples, not, like, a steak. I mean, I know his appearance is misleading, but Charles bulked up on nothing but breastmilk and ... breastmilk. It was his superpower! Then at his six month checkup I discovered he had actually lost a couple of oz since May,

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Michael did Coach Pitch this summer (which, for those who may not be familiar with little-league-talk (like myself earlier this year), means the coaches pitch to their respective teams). These pictures have been sitting in my camera for months. Because I am tired. And also lazy. And also I broke my toe last month. Did I mention that? It has seriously impaired my ability to do things, like upload

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I don't, as a general rule, take my camera to wedding receptions. For one, my hands are full of kids. For two, isn't that what the wedding photographer is for? The exception to this rule is when someone calls and asks me to bring my camera to their wedding reception and also they are my cousin. Because I love my cousin. Perhaps my cousin should have considered this more carefully. I

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what a lovely and wet summer it's been.(my friend Mauri took these pictures while our kids were riding bikes together in front of her house. thanks, Mauri!)

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I was telling Chris two days ago that I'm a little jealous that Charles laughs for him and not for me. I mean, I'm funny. I'm totally funny. I make faces, I make noises, I blow raspberries on his tummy, I do everything Chris does and I get a smile at most. But he'll laugh for Chris. "It's my hair," Chris told me. I rolled my eyes.Then today I noticed something. IT'S THE HAIR.

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William is starting to get long. I love it and I hate it. One Sunday night he ran down the stairs to kiss me. His mouth still had toothpaste on it and he pressed it on my cheek and threw his arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around his torso and hugged him tight. "William," I told him, "you are getting too big! You need to stop it! Stop it right now!"He laughed. "Nope! I'm going to keep

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Last week this guy turned 6 years old :and we decided (last minute) to throw a big birthday party.It was so fun. Or, as Ivy is fond of saying, it was so so so so so so so so SO fun.Michael loved it.We all loved it.I finally dragged them off the slide about 6:30 pm. We were exhausted and sunburned, but so so SO happy. Happy birthday, Michael! Every year with you is a gift. I have a feeling this

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you politely ask me not to die and i promise not toright from the beginning—a relationship based ongood sense and thoughtfulness in little thingsi would like to be loved for such simple attainmentsas breathing regularly and not falling down too oftenor because my eyes are brown or my father left-handedand to be on the safe side i wouldn’t mind if somehowi became entangled in your perception of

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One of my least favorite things about where we live is the fact that we get some truly amazing windstorms. (At least, they're amazing to me.) (We might, at some point, need to discuss my particular issue with windstorms.) (It involves a tornado!) I bring it up because, last night the wind was a-blowin', and it was also the night of Michael's first little league game. We realized at the field that

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all the end of the year festivities are fun but exhausting. I suspect that in four years, when three out of the four kids are in elementary, I will kind of hate the beginning of June.

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Preschool ended last week with Graduation, and since I believe we discussed last time how I feel about calling the end of preschool "graduation," we'll move ahead to where I talk about what a great job William did.After a bumpy arrival William marched up with his class and sat on his seat and performed the entire program beautifully.He sang the songs, and did the actions."If all the raindrops

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Babies are always more trouble than you thought--and more wonderful.-Charles Osgood

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William: MOOO-OOOOM!me: No.William: MOOO-OOOOM!me: No.William: MOOO-OOOM! MOM! MOM!me: No.William: MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOM! MOOOOOOO-OM!me: No.William: MAMA! LISTEN. MAMA!me: I am listening. I can hear you.William: THEN LET ME!me: No.William: YOU ARE SO MEAN, MOM! YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING, EVER, MEAN!me: William, let me tell you something.William: YOU LOVE ME, I ALREADY KNOWED THAT.me: Actually

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So my friend walked in the door with this adorable thing, and I was like "WHAT THE WHAT, SHE HAS RED HAIR!"And my friend was like, "ya."And I was all, "SHE HAS AN IRANIAN DAD AND A BLONDE SCANDINAVIAN MOM, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I WANTED A RED HEAD? DO YOU? THE WORLD IS STUPID."And she was all, "..."And I was like, "I TRIED FOUR TIMES."And she was all, "I know, right? simmer down."

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Have patiencebe selflessmagazines are a waste of time and moneyyou should always assume the best of people.Put your napkin on your lap before eatingbe politeand smile a lotapologize when you're wrong.Be kind.Money spent on shoes is money spent well.Your memory gets rosy as you ageand if you want something done right, do itdon't whineor mope,or procrastinate ( "if you had just done this two weeks

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time to get the lawn under control, I suppose.

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Charles hardly ever smiles.Charles mostly looks concrned.Or just resigned.

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(which we were, if you recall) BATMOBILE TIME.

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There was even a section with Maracas.

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Two weeks ago I became very tired of the endless non-spring around here and decided to pack up the kids and go visit their cousins in Arizona, where everyone wears shorts and sunscreen and 90 degrees is still not considered warm enough for swimming. We left on Monday, had a fantastic three days, then drove back Friday.(Pretend there's a graceful segue here.)So nine years ago I spent a semester

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The last week has been a whirlwind of...stuff (articulate! woo!), but we're going to skip ahead to Easter because that was the day Ivy fell off a trampoline and into a window well.Lined with concrete.And rocks.(since the picture isn't as dramatic as real life, she is using her sad lip to demonstrate how you should feel about her bruised chin and hugely swollen forehead.)(she is otherwise (

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or, as Christofer has taken to calling him, Chubby Charlie. (15 pounds at 2 months!)

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Last night I overheard Ivy reading a story to her doll. It went like this: Once upon a time a big scary monster came and ate William. The End. You know, I generally try not to take sides in the ongoing battle between Ivy and William, but you really have to admire the elegance of her solution.

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Prepare to see a lot of baby pictures the next few months, because everyone I know is expecting. Everyone. Or almost everyone? Maybe it just feels like everyone. Whatever. I don't know. I can't be bothered with "counting" and "facts," okay? This is a blog, you know. anyway. Here is what I'm working on today: adorable.

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Michael has fallen in love with basketball. I'm not sure how we'll break it to William that next year Jimmer won't be playing for the Cougars. it's just been a great month.

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(I took these back in December, and just barely finished going through them.) (I am great, and not at all delinquent.)

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the kids breakfast conversation:Michael: I love baseball. When I grow up I'm going to be a baseball player. A Cardinals baseball player.William: Me too! I'm going to be a baseball player, too!Ivy: I'm goin' be superhero.

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Does anyone else remember that old movie, Rigoletto? Probably not. It might have been a Utah thing. Or a Mormon thing. Or a Utah Mormon thing, I don't know. Anyway, there was this song in it that some girl sings to win a singing competition, and it contained the lyrics: "There lies a melody/locked deep inside of my/but now it's freeeeeee!"I bring this up because, friends, today is my birthday,

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(taken by Christofer.)(I was busy.)

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I know some of the people who read my blog knew Jeffrey. I think it would be really great if you wouldn't mind taking a minute and offering a memory or just condolences on the guestbook at the mortuary web site: holbrookmortuary.com. You can find his obituary on there, and then sign the guestbook.thanks.

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My nephew Jeffrey died unexpectedly Monday night. It has been a difficult week (ludicrous understatement).Today was the funeral, and now comes the worst part.Why can't the world stop for tragedy?

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(let's all pretend I posted this two weeks ago.)This is what Christmas at Grandy's house looks like:

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See you all in 2011.

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Yesterday was the school sing at Michael's elementary. He was extremely excited for us to come watch him perform. He talked about it all week long, and reminded me repeatedly when to be there.For someone so excited, he looked awfully serious. (He also looked awfully handsome.) (Although please note, I did talk him out of wearing this full three-piece suit. "But I am supposed to look handsome," he

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I'm so irritated today. So very, very irritated. With what, you ask? Well you, probably. For asking questions. And breathing so much. STOP IT. I'm not kidding. It's really getting on my nerves.Also! kids! Why do they have to eat all the time? And hug and talk and play and stuff, what's that all about? I don't understand why they can't just sit quietly in the corner and read. Or at least make

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Michael told me tonight he might ask Santa to bring him a Menorah.that's really all I have to say about that.

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Sometimes people ask me whether it's easier to raise a girl than a boy, but maybe I'm the wrong person to ask because as far as I can tell the biggest difference is more twirling during lightsaber battles.(also pigtails.)

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I combed Ivy's hair into pigtails this morning and helped her put on a new shirt. Often after I manage to get her dressed I tell her she looks pretty, and then she tells me I look pretty, but before I could say anything she jumped up (not unusual), spun around (also not unusual), then stopped and smoothed the shirt back over her stomach and hips carefully (unusual)."Ivy looks pretty!" she

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specifically, let's talk about how Chris and I don't have any left.I suppose I haven't been overly concerned about what we're going to to name this baby because we still don't know what we're having. I don't know, it just lacks urgency. But then this morning I was driving to the dry-cleaners (my life is fascinating) and I began having visions of us in the hospital with no name options agreed upon

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I want to be cremated.I don't want to be preserved. no formaldehyde, please.and don't keep my ashes! that's weird. Just dispose of me quietly somewhere, not too close by.Let me be recycled.Please don't hold a viewing. Display a nice picture instead. Or, if you can't find a nice picture, a picture of my Magnum face will be fine. There should be a million to choose from.Have a service. Talk about

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Today while Michael was at school, William and I played hair salon. First I trimmed his hair, then he cut Christofer's:It was fun, but I'm now wondering if it was the best idea to teach him to use the clippers. Ivy might be sporting a similar look next week. Watch for it.

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Today the boys slept until nearly 8:30. They came and got in bed with me. Ivy climbed out of her crib to find us and crawled onto the bed. No one could stop giggling so we went downstairs and ate breakfast. I turned on the music. We danced while we cleaned the kitchen. We did scriptures, we did reading, we did homework. We went upstairs to dress.It was a good morning, is what I'm saying.Then it

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We just spent the most wonderful week in Hawaii with our kids, my parents and my brother's family. I would like to post a million pictures to help illustrate what a fantastic time we had, but I took approximately 10 pictures before my camera battery died and I realized that I had forgotten to pack my charger.(On the other hand, that's the only thing I forgot to pack, so cheers for me!) and now

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So here's something you missed while I was throwing-up feeling sorry for myself not blogging: Ivy turned two!We went swimming in the afternoon, then came home and had hamburgers and "cake," which was really a pan of mix brownies because I am too lazy to make a big deal out of a two-year-old's birthday. Sorry, but there it is.then she opened her favorite present:A baby doll from Grandy! She loves

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He was so excited.We were at the bus stop very early. Luckily, so were some friends.and...Finally! He's been looking forward to riding the bus ALL YEAR.He's going to love kindergarten, I really think so.

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I was thinking today how aggravating it is that the local Thai restaurant doesn't deliver, but really I think I'm more annoyed that the library doesn't deliver. don't you think? and also they should hire trustworthy people who will walk straight into my house and deposit those free books onto my lap while I lay on my couch.Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.7

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A while ago I was standing in front of the sink doing dishes, and I opened the window in front of me so I could see the kids playing on the tramp; and all three of them were jumping and laughing and falling around on top of each other, so happy and young and perfect, I just froze; and all of a sudden my throat swelled up and my breath caught, everything seemed so lovely and breakable and

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to catalogue*: a bruised forehead, a cut by her hairline, various scratches and bumps on her face.it happens.And here's a tangental story for you: so Ivy and I were checking out at Target today when the (middle-aged) lady who was running the register looked at Ivy and commented that all the little kids she'd seen today had bruises on their heads, and that my daughter's was particularly large."Oh,

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I haven't blogged in a long time, and I really have no excuse other than the fact that I have been extremely busy, mostly with trying to ruin Michael's life by being the Meanest Mom Ever. He's five-years-old now, and being that horrible is harder than it sounds. It takes more work than you might expect to aniticipate what he waaaaaants more than anything else in the entire world at every given

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cardinals baseball cap and slight black eye included.

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William and Chris.Published with Blogger-droid

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we spent all afternoon playing in our swimsuits in the sun, and it finally feels like summer (complete with early evening exhaustion):

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(and you guys BETTER LIKE this stupid video, because you have no idea how long it took me to make it work.)Untitled from spliz on Vimeo.

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yesterday after I made dinner (early--needed time to simmer), I went to look for the boys. I found this:have you ever seen anything more lovely? I wanted to freeze them just like this, best friends forever.a picture is as close as I'll come, I supppose.

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(taken with and posted by my phone, because ivy did something to our internet and I'm not smart enough to figure out what.)Published with Blogger-droid

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"Mikah. pease? pease?" she says, thrusting the book against his chest . "Pease?""Okay, but not all of it," he answers smiling. "Holding it up makes my arms tired."

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pretty accurate summation.

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500 W is still closedhaha, not surehey 500 W is closed, don't forgetYep it's still closedJust finishing up one be home in 20 or soUgh 500 W is closed. Just in case you forgot again.Don't know if you knew or not but 500 W is closed, so don't try and go home that wayHey baby, just showing Cary those picturesMigraine coming onBlah 500 W

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William: MOM! MOM!Me: Yes, William?William: MOM! MOM! MOM!Me: Yes, William?William: MOM! MOM! MO--Me: William! I am listening. What do you want to say?William: I NEED SOME MILK!Me: Okay, first of all, that is not how you ask for help. Secondly, I am in the middle of something, but I will be happy to help you in a few minutes.William: PLEASE MAY YOU GET ME SOME MILK? MOM!Me: That was better, thank

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because if I give myself any new pictures to edit today, I will have to die.

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I love you.And this picture.So far, thirty-year-old you is awesome.(Although a little cranky when tired.)(But that's just same as 29-year-old you, so I can live with it.)(happy birthday.)

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confession: I always spell color 'colour' the first time, ever since I was little, I think because I read a lot of British children's books?, but I try to remember to change it on my blog because I don't want you to make fun of me. (and you totally would, don't pretend otherwise.)

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oh Missouri weather, I miss you so.

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My cousin-in-law called* yesterday to say the orchards by her house were in bloom, and did I want to come shoot with her?As a matter of fact, I did.*texted. I know.

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A few weeks ago I was on the phone with my mom and I mentioned in passing that I'd been looking for navy sandals for Ivy, but hadn't seen in any in stores. Less than thirty minutes later she called back to ask for Ivy's size and if I was sure blue was the way to go? Less than a week and a half later, these arrived:oh, yeah. You should have seen that ending coming.

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we're home from Missouri, a round-trip total of 40 hours in the car (with three kids!) to see this little thing get baptized:It was wonderful.

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I usually have two piles of books on my nightstand, one Recently Read, and one To Be Read.as you can see, my To Be Read pile has recently spiraled out of control.(and that's just the literal pile.)

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Ivy is in the tub first thing in the morning.Okay, that's not actually the suprise. or A suprise at all, really.the surpising part is that she's in her own tub because I actually finished painting the bathroom. (or close enough. Whatever.)stripes!

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I know I've posted about Grandma twice recently, but my mother pointed out that Grandma never really liked the picture she's holding here, so I thought it only fair to use the picture of Grandma my Grandpa had sitting on the dresser in their bedroom:doesn't she look lovely? I adore this picture. (Also, I want to do my hair like that.) I believe it was taken right before (or after? maybe around?)

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The room is dim and warm, and the sleeping form of my Grandma is just a small vertical lump on a bed full-piled with pillows and blankets. I cross to her side and sit down next to her, curve closely over her body with my hand on her back and my mouth close to her ear. "Grandma," I murmur. "Grandma, it's time to wake up."Her eyes open reluctantly. "Oh," she whispers, "oh." Her eyes slide back down

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HAHAHA, THAT'S JUST HILARIOUS, UTAH.(UPDATE: !)

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we went swimming. and I discovered that having all three kids in the tub while holding my brand new camera is a bit much.

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this is one clean baby.or one dirty baby.either way.

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"The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month." -Henry Van Dyke

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