Monday, June 27, 2011

Summer Magic

Beautiful evening.

Full of this:


Pansies


Bleeding hearts

Fuschia

Black verbena

Frozen pops

An empty nest in our cottonwood

Bright colored poppies

Special moments

Evening sunshine

Columbine

And this...




Sunday, June 26, 2011

What's the Big Deal About Jane Austen?



I have never read a Jane Austen book.

I've tried.

I love books. I love reading.

I don't love Jane Austen.

I haven't been able to wade my way through her drivel.

But I feel like I should, you know? Everyone loves Jane Austen. Who hates her? I do, apparently.

I am trying yet again. This time with Pride and Prejudice, which is one of her more popular works and I haven't given that one a shot yet. I will force myself to get through it. I feel like I am back in high school English.

I did enjoy the movie Clueless. That counts, right?

Friday, June 24, 2011

Why Is It So Wrong to Be Happy?

Wednesday, I was happy. Really happy.

Like, I was listening to George Michael at work and singing. Out. Loud.

I was funny. I was bubbly. I was beaming. I was nice. I smiled. A lot.

Oh, I also had great hair because I spent like an hour blow drying it all pretty the night before (I shower at night. Don't judge. It's awesome.)

And plenty of people commented on how amazing my hair looked. They said stuff like, "The way your hair shimmers...and the movement and bounce...you should be in a commercial."

Just kidding. Mostly they said, "Your hair looks really good. Did you have something done?" But I girl-scout-swear that I got at least 3 heartfelt hair compliments. Has that ever happened to you? On a Wednesday?

But my warped brain translated those comments into the whole commercial comment.

It was a great day and I was in a great mood.

But there's a problem with being happy.

It is socially unacceptable.

Don't believe me? Try it.

I was repeatedly asked why I was so happy. I didn't have a reason. Aside from the great hair, nothing was out of the ordinary. People kept asking me what was going on...in a loaded, suspicious way. Like I must have secretly won the lottery or discovered I was pregnant or heard that George Michael was straight.

It is unacceptable to be happy. But I did it unabashedly, dammit.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Family Reunion in Saint George

Last week, my parents hosted a family reunion for their kids, the spouses, and grandkids. It was awesome. We used to do a reunion like this every summer camping up in Island Park, Idaho, but alas our family is too big for that! It takes a lot of planning and traveling anymore.

We had a great time. The best company. Good food. Lots of sunshine and water. I thoroughly enjoyed the ninety-degree weather.

Here are some pics.

Paige

Camden, Joci,and Audrey. Camden always enforced this seating order.

Joci really did enjoy the water, despite the expression in this picture.

However, she did not like tubing

Grandpa and Patrick


Ellie, Joci, Justin, and my mom Normandie at the splash park

Stephanie showing off her "mad" face (Robert and Mason are on the left)

Audrey

Julie and Patrick

My dad Dave
Mom showing off her flowers



The boys built this awesome fort

A lot of people got covered in bug bites from the lake. Upon reporting it, all who were affected got a tee shirt that reads "I Got the Itch Sand Hollow State Park." Kind of disturbing that they have a tee shirt made for it, but no warnings or other info! :)

Afton

Justin helping Jocelyn roast a marshmallow. Jessica, Jeff, and Afton look on.


The menfolk tried for the better part of an hour to make a fire without matches/lighters/etc. We got lots of smoke and even sparks, but no flames.

Patrick

Aunt Stephanie introducing Jocelyn to s'mores

Stephanie and Jocelyn

Justin singing while Jocelyn and Audrey get musical

Cutest picture EVER! Afton, Joci, and Audrey. (Notice Audrey in the sweater - she is from Tucson and the 65 degree mountain weather was just too cold.Afton has no jacket, Joci has shorts on - they are both Idaho girls!)


Monday, June 20, 2011

A Short Note to My Daughter

Dear Joci,

Last night, you had a hard time going to sleep. As I sat by your bedside in the hush of the night and sang to you, my heart was filled with peace. Though you should've been asleep hours before - and you interrupted my nightly routine of internet browsing, television watching, and random chores - there was nowhere I would have rather been.

I sang "I Am a Child of God" to you - your favorite bedtime song. In the glow of the nightlight, you didn't look like my somewhat sassy and independent two-year-old girl. You looked like my wide-eyed eight month old again - no teeth, chubby cheeks, and bright eyes. You gathered a tendril of my long hair in your dexterous little hand and rubbed it softly against your cheek.

And I fell in love with you all over again.

I teared up then, wondering where my baby had gone. Time flies so swiftly. Too swiftly. And I felt so guilty about the my feelings at the day's seemingly exasperated events - two little hands into everything, one small little voice insisting "I do it!" for every activity, and the constant plea of "Up, up, up!"

How I longed for these moments...not just the quiet ones singing you to sleep, but the messes, the tantrums, the growing pains.

I love you, darling. I love being your mother. Yet I have one small favor to ask of you, sweet Jocelyn. Would you do just one thing for Mommy? You are growing too fast. Please slow down.

Forever and Always,
Mommy

Sunday, June 19, 2011

High-Class Hostages

"The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, 'Daddy, I need to ask you something,' he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan." -- Garrison Keillor 
 

To all these high-class hostages - Happy Father's Day.

My daddy and me - about 13 months


 Grandpa Belcher and me - 1 year

Grandpa Hays and me - just a few days old


Justin and his princess


Always the protector

  
What a smitten Grandpa Z

Grandpa Z fulfilling his grandfatherly duties by feeding Joci her first "official" taste of ice cream on her first birthday

A very proud Grandpa H.






Saturday, June 18, 2011

May Activities

Time to catch up on pictures from what we did last month.

We went to the zoo.

Notice how Joci looks without bangs. I ended up cutting them again, but I am torn - should I let them grow out? What do you think?





As a kid at the zoo, I always loved this water fountain.




Justin had a birthday.



 





 We switched Joci from a crib to a toddler bed. We had a few nights of this: toys everywhere and Joci on th floor.



And Joci is as cute as ever!



We made homemade pladough and a big mess!


Joci is now advanced enough to use spoons to drink the dog water.

I can hear Grandma Z saying "Yuck!" right now. :)



We got cheeky with Dad



We picked dandelions.


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