Our little pioneer

Sophie can't get enough of the "Little House" books, Laura Ingalls, or the television series that airs every evening at 6pm.  This summer she got hooked when I was looking through Caroline's book shelves for some summer reading Sophie would enjoy.  Well, she devoured the first two books in the series, then Santa surprised her with more books for Christmas and she can't put them down!  I don't think a day goes by that she wistfully mentions her wish to be a pioneer at least once.

Well, today she got her wish.  For one day, she got to be Laura Ingalls and could hardly sleep last night she was so giddy with excitement to put on her cute calico dress and bonnet, along with pantaloons and lace-up boots (thanks to friend Jodelle whose family volunteered a few summers ago at "This is the Place").  Here are some pics from the 3rd grade "wax museum" today . . .

Before school

Still as a statue :-)

Just one glance for a picture - cute!

LOVE this!

The office secretary at my daughters' elementary school had this quote posted on her desk this morning and I just smiled because it's SO true!  Hope it brings a smile to your face too:

"Women are angels,

And when someone breaks our wings,

We continue to fly . . .

on a broomstick,

we're flexible that way."

Our new favorite comedy

OK, seriously?  Seriously??  I don't think I've had more fun at a movie since "Meet the Parents" (which was supposed to be funny).  Last night after Caroline's tennis match we decided to go to the dollar theater for a girls' night with Caroline and Sophie's friends to see the latest romantic vampire episode.  What the hay, it's a buck, and to spend some time with my girls, it's worth it, no matter the movie.

I think Caroline is now one of my favorite movie buddies.  It was shear pleasure sitting next to her and cracking up together outloud every time something corny escaped the lips of the characters . . . not just the script, but the silly music tracks, the contrived plot line, and the downright lousy acting.  Caroline's favorite line to mock is, "It's not a lifestyle choice . . . I was born this way, it's a gene, I can't help it."  Really, by the end of the movie the entire theater was laughing - hard - because once you have a twelve-year old girl not buying this type of movie, the people around you see the light pretty quick!

After it was over, the group behind us commented that it was the funniest movie they've seen in months, and Caroline replied, "ya, and I feel really bad for the people who thought it was serious!" We concurred that it definitely deserves a new title . . .

A Girl and her Dog: A Love Story (it's complicated)

Happy Valentine's Day

It's Valentine's today and my love showed up in St. George to surprise us!!  Of course, I couldn't think of a better way to spend the day than with my sweetheart, especially when I thought we would be spending the day apart.  It's even better that it's in sunny St. George away from the dreary cold up north.  The girls and I left Thursday afternoon for Caroline's tennis tournament (her first match was Friday morning) and Chris was just too busy to join us, so he and Ryan stayed home (for Ryan, it was the fresh snow that kept him home).  Then Chris woke up this morning missing us and the SUN, so the guys left the house at 7am and found us in t-shirts and tennis skirts on the court.  We were all SO excited!!

So, In celebration of this "day of love," I'd like to share a favorite quote of mine.  It's from the movie, Captain Corelli's Mandolin (which I haven't seen, but must be fairly decent if it includes this quote :-).  I think it's a beautiful metaphor of the true meaning of deep, satisfying, and enduring love . . .

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

~St. Augustine~

Moving soon (I hope)

I admit, it was hard putting this little sign out in front of the house, but now I think we'll be replacing our FSBO sign soon with an official broker sign because the sooner we sell and get into a home closer to the kids' schools and activities, the better.  This is why . . . a glimpse into a typical day of insanity (i.e. my day today):

7:20am - drive Jr. High kids over to the school and back home again, total time in car = 30 min.

10:30am - drive myself over to the tennis club for my match,  run a PTA errand while in Sugarhouse, then back home again.  Total time in car = 55 min.

3 pm - pick up Caroline at school, take her to the tennis club for academy, run another errand, fill car with gas, drive back home again.  Total time in car = 60 min.

5:30 pm - drive to Skyline to pick up Ryan after lax practice, drive over to club to pick up Caroline, come back home, then drive kids to YW/YM.  Total time in car = 55 min.

That's 200 minutes of my life spent in the car!!!  Almost 3 1/2 HOURS - are you kidding me??  And the sad part is that this happens almost every day, every week of my life . . . . all told, I probably average about 12-14 hours in the car every week.  I am driving to Southern California every seven days - freak.

Therefore, we are moving to this house . . .

A comparison:  to accomplish all I did today from the new home would only take me a total of 45 minutes.  Yep, that's it, 45 minutes, which translates into 2 hours and 35 minutes of time that could be spent much more productively.  No wonder I can't get anything done around the house!

However, if I didn't do all that driving today I would have missed the spectacular sunrise in Little Cottonwood from the vantage point of Wasatch Blvd., some great discussions on NPR, singing along to my favorite music in the car, a conversation with Caroline about her day, and of course watching the sky turn my favorite color blue as the stars started to appear above the canyon on my drive home this evening . . . ahhhh.

But we're still moving and hopefully will get our home sold soon, and then conversations will take place around the dinner table like they should, the stars and sunrise will make their appearance over Mt. Olympus rather than Little Cottonwood, and my music and NPR will still keep me entertained and informed as always :-).

On a brighter note

U2 releases their new album, Songs of Ascent, the first week in March.  Here's a peek from the album cover photo shoot - LOVE it.  This album is supposed to have a more "reflective and meditative" feel than their previous recordings according to a Rolling Stone magazine preview.  Also, about four of the songs were originally recorded for "Atomic Bomb," so I'm sure it will be good.

Can't Wait!

Chris saves the day . . .

again.  Let's just say that Ryan would be chained to his bed and not allowed out of the house for the next four years if it weren't for the insight, logic, calm, understanding, and inspiration that my husband possesses when it comes to dealing with our teenage son.  I am too emotional and much too easily manipulated when it comes to my children, but Chris handles things beautifully - seriously, I think he could write a book on parenting teenagers.

This cartoon perfectly illustrates what we are dealing with here.  Enjoy the ride, right?!

However, the ride would definitely be a miserable one if it weren't for my better half.  I am forever grateful to have this wonderful partner, soul-mate, companion, and love in my life . . . couldn't live without you Chris!

How single mothers do it, I'll never know.

Memory Lane

Today was a perfect Saturday.  Family Day.  It's a pretty rare occurance to spend the entire day together as a family actually OUT doing something, all six of us, unless we're on vacation, so today was unique.  We started with Ryan's hockey game (the girls enjoy about the first 10 minutes, then are occupy themselves by wandering around the ice rink), then lunch at Hires, then a drive around neighborhoods and a visit to a home we're considering purchasing.  Just the excitement surrounding this home and the possiblities of our future move were enough to keep everyone smiling for the rest of the day!

After spending time at the property and talking with the owners we made it home to get everyone ready to head down to Provo for the wedding reception of a dear, wonderful family friend ours.  The reception was beautiful, the bride was radiant, and the time spent with old friends and neighbors was priceless.  We absolutely adore this family, they were our nextdoor neighbors for the eleven years we lived in Provo and we admire everything about them - hardworking, humble, genuine, brilliant people.  I would have to say that one of the greatest blessings of our years in Provo was having the Skabelunds as our dearest friends and neighbors.  When we moved into that home the summer of 1994, Analyn was 11 years old; today she married the man of her dreams.  It has been a pleasure watching her and her siblings grow up and become the remarkable people they have become, and I know they all have such bright futures ahead.

After the reception, we decided to take the kids on a trip down memory lane.  This is what really made our day one to remember -  reminscing and visiting different places that meant so much to Chris and me during our college years.  First stop, the house where I was living when Chris and I first met.  We pulled up in front, and Chris spontaneously turned off the car, looked at me and said, "will you kiss me again on the doorstep?"  OK, so sweet - we jumped out of the car, went up to the front door and kissed and hugged like it was 18 years ago just after a date.  The kids were giggling in the car, I was choked up, and then as we were walking back to the car, Chris pointed at a spot on the driveway and announced, "hey, I think this is where you spit on our first date before you got in my car!"  Alright, uncontrollable laughter right there and a reminder of how he must have been so enamored, that he wasn't turned off by my spitting phelgm on our first date . . . apparently I didn't think I needed to impress anyone that night :-).

Then it was a drive past the house where we climbed on the roof and had that first magical kiss, driving past Chris' apartment building, and then around the student housing near lower campus before making our way over to BYU.  We showed the kids the athletic complex, tennis courts, and lax field where hopefully Ryan and Caroline will spend some time when they come to school here; then we drove past the business school where Chris recieved his MBA, past the Humantities building where I spent so much of my time, the testing center where I my heart still races by just the thought of taking another test in that dreaded building.  We expressed our love for this campus, our desire for them to have the opportunity to come here, and especially what a wonderful experience it is to be part of such an amazing institution.

We ended our night with a visit to the Wilkinson Center for tacos and Creamery ice cream.  We sat in the CougarEat with our four children and continued to talk about such zoobie entities as International Cinema, the Varisty Theater, the library, dances, and class schedules.  I think the kids had a fabulous time.  There was a dance going on in the ballroom, so Chris took Caroline inside to show her what good, clean, college fun looks like . . . they even danced part of a song.  Now that's a memory I won't forget!