A Torrid Weekend Love Affair. At least as torrid as it gets with an 8 month old.

I know that I would have preferred San Fransisco (or Greece for that matter), but the boy goes where I go since I am his source of breakfast, lunch, dinner and multiple midnight snacks. I decided to make it easy on myself. The Grand America in exotic Salt Lake City would have to be our anniversary destination.
My mother took my daughters. I packed the car with every amenity available for a smooth retreat that includes an infant. I drove north and stopped only long enough on 45th south for Brad to jump into the car.



We arrived just in time to set up the pack-n-play, have some dinner, and enjoy the view.


We feasted like kings(for which I felt guilty), shopped(for which I felt not so guilty), relaxed while Abram napped, and Brad swam(I forgot my swimsuit, at least that's my excuse).


The fragrance in the bathroom reminded me of my beloved grandmother. If memory serves, she always smelled lovely. Notice this bathroom is void of a 4 year old's bed on the floor, although, the closet was not void of an 8 month old's bed.

















Abram seemed to feel right at home with the posh surroundings.

In conclusion, we partied hard, well... as hard as an 8 month old can party.

Snap Shots of a Seven Year Marriage

August 11, 2000

I lined my eyes with my sister's brown liner. You picked me up in your red truck, I was wearing a pink skirt. I was quiet. Your eyes were bloodshot. My dress fit loosely, it had to be pinned. Later, you kissed my head as that black bat clung to the granite walls of the temple. Faces. Kisses. Embraces. Dancing. You and I started forever.







March 16, 2003

Thoughtfully, we planned her birth. Things don't always work out as planned. The memories are few, I was so tired. She was chubby. You were crying. My mom was worried. You were too. You brushed the hair from my head. Anxious faces and commotion left me uneasy. Finally quiet. She looked like you.



November 13, 2004

You kept track of my contractions and my complaints. You held back my hair. Our baby came complication free. Her arms were spread wide. You said her mouth was big. I smiled. You said her eyes were big. I know. Her skin was olive, so is yours.




November 17, 2006

We walked and walked and walked. Nothing. Stripped membranes. Broken water. Nothing. You rubbed my back and held my hand. You held the bowl and wiped my face, over and over. You came when I called and stayed when I was scared. You reassured when I was confused. You brought me our son. We named him after you.

Happy Anniversary J.Bradley. I love you.

Bittersweet , but mostly Sweet

Norah's CAT scan came back normal.

Joy!

Which means the culprit is probably migraine headaches.

Bummer.

4 year olds shouldn't have migraines.

Lulu is obviously thrilled with the good news.



P.S.
Happy Birthday Kathy!

Wanted: Public Opinion

I am at a very serious crossroads. I need to decide on a range hood. Don't laugh, this is important, I will have to live with this choice. So here are the choices:

A. Wood Hood


This one isn't painted yet, but mine would be white.





Or...

B. Stainless Hood



Which one do you like better?
Let me know, I am confused.

P.S. Norah is getting a cat scan tomorrow at Primary Children's so I will update you later.

2005 Nostalgia

I have nothing to blog about today, plus we are off to the doctor. Norah has been experiencing painful headaches that have produced vomiting, so I guess we'd better get her checked out.
To lighten things up, here's a picture of Norah and her mom, who loves her, at some swanky church activity where I was involved in not avoiding the 'appearance of evil' by serving virgin mixed drinks from a tropical bar. They were naughty but yummy.



Oh Norah, I love you.

Happy Birthday to Me!

I want to PARTY like a little girl today!

It may not happen, I have little girls to take care of.

Oh, and one boy too.

*In lieu of flowers I will be accepting cute shoes and Anthropologie gift cards from now until forever. The sooner the better though, because I only have so long to look good in cute shoes and Anthropologie wear.

Vintage Mary Josephine

My mother made these overalls for my brother Bobby 22 years ago.



I don't know that Abram appreciates the romance of wearing 22 year old overalls that his grandmother made for his uncle.