Lazy Summer

...the blog that is, not so much me. I always have the thought and intention to post at least a photo from most of our days, and then...well, there are just more interesting things to do than blog.




We really have been enjoying a beautiful, relatively happy summer. Oh sure, Abram is potty training and often misses the toilet (both #1 and #2.) And Rosemary seems to have a sixth sense for ink, and uses it to decorate everything she sees fit, including her face, over and over and over again. And, it has now been steadily in the 90's for a while and when it hits 90 I cannot be responsible for my disposition or my behavior, but the mornings are fine and my yard is in full bloom. As my husband said, it looks like fireworks exploded in front of our house.














It is not an easy task to garden at Traverse Mountain, we live on the side of a windy mountain (don't get me started.) I put in a fair amount of hard work last year and this spring and it feels wonderful to be able to enjoy some of the fruits of that labor.

Don't ask me about the back yard. All in good time, all in good time.







Some interesting developments so far this summer:



Norah and Lulu have sort of developed somewhat of a friendship. Yay.




I color coded my books and my shelves finally look cohesive. Yay.



There aren't nearly as many golf carts driving around the Thanksgiving Point gardens this summer as there were this spring, which means I don't have to get all confrontational like I thought I was going to have to be. Yay.

I'm growing my hideous bangs out. Not so much of a Yay.



I know my dad likes to be kept apprised of what is going on with my hair.

Pretty In Pink

While exiting the chapel after I had been called as the YW president, I ran into a girl named Amber who I had briefly met at a child birthday party. At the time I was feeling incredibly overwhelmed with responsibility, but I tried to not let on as I chatted with her for a few seconds. As I climbed into my car, holding a paper with names that were highlighted as "suggestions" for a presidency, I felt a soft sweep of calm whisper to me "You need Amber". So I got Amber.

Amber was awesome. She was not only someone who could counsel me, she was an incredible friend. She listened, she covered for me as I tried to come up to speed with the YW program. She was empathetic when I was overwhelmed and she was someone I could trust.

A few months ago, Amber sent me a text that she was pregnant with twins. My heart sank. I was of course, happy for her, but I knew too well what that would mean: no more Amber as my right hand. And, she was shortly released after.



Amber is now almost 37 weeks and I threw her a shower in my home last week, I miss her.



She is having two girls and my house is still a vision in pink.

Antelope Island

On Memorial Day we took a little trip to Antelope Island and met up with my sister, brother and their families. I was pretty excited since the "island" has escaped my travels until that morning. Upon approaching the gate to enter the island, we encountered a flashing neon sign reading "the bugs are bad, biting nats". OK.

To make a long story short, we hiked, saw some buffalo, a coyote, antelope, ate some food, and Rosemary came off the island looking like she had broken out with the pox.

Marlboros and The Old Testament

Intensly studying the gospel art book during sacrament meeting last Sunday, Lulu turns to me and whispers: Mom these two guys are at war.

Glancing down at the sketch of David and Goliath, I say: That's right.

Lulu says: Do you know who wins?

I say: Who?

Lulu: The little guy.

After some careful studying of how little the "little guy" is she asks: Why does the little guy win?

Me: Because he does what Heavenly Father askes him to do, he is obedient.

Lulu: The big guy is naughty?

Me: He doesn't follow Heavenly Father's commandments.

Lulu: He smokes huh?

If Goliath only knew...