Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Family pictures.
We tried.
We were going to be ALL together for only 24 hours right before Christmas. Sunday (the 23rd) would be the perfect day to snap a few family photos for a card.
Even though Bill had arranged to be home a little early from church that day, Lex had to work until 4. By the time she got home, daylight was quickly waning.
We gathered the gang. We set the camera timer. We tried to keep our eyes open. We smiled.
This was the best we got:
Oh, sure, there are lots of things we could have done differently to have better results. We could have nixed the flash. We could have adjusted the focus. We could have used a more compatible camera setting for the lighting. I love the phrase, "It will do." For whatever reason, it helps me get past the imperfection. Another mantra for the new year.
Thanks to Austin's quick skill on Photoshop, the final result was this:
The most important thing was that WE WERE ALL TOGETHER.
I doesn't matter that I didn't order the pricey uber-cute cards from some specialty online printer (even though I really, really wanted to - luckily the not-so-great quality pic made that sacrifice easier). It doesn't matter that we didn't have a tricked-out camera, or that we don't even know how to get the best pics from our point-and-shoot.
I love these people (and pups) and we were ALL TOGETHER.
A few other shots from our 15-minute-dinner's-almost-ready photo session:
I have the best family ever.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Reunited.
I am determined to rally (unlike the Broncos last week). I am going to do a massive post catch up. Mainly pictorially, since a picture paints a thousand words, and I am too darn busy to make much sense on the commentary. Written expression takes {me} time.
I prefer individual posts scheduled to post on different days rather than a lengthy multi-topic one, so keep your eyes peeled this week as I sort through the sands at the bottom of the hourglass.
On with it.
Back in December, in honor of Jack and Ava's first birthday (on the 21st), we invited Elvis and Priscilla over for a family reunion.
I had envisioned a fun family get-together as we chatted with Sheila and her kids (the breeders), and as the dogs got reacquainted. I haven't had a moment to research if it's psychologically
Elvis, the old DOG, immediately came into the house and {marked} the leg of an end table, then, after a harsh reprimand from his owners, promptly did it again. Then he came over and gave me a little squirt on my leg.
Change of plans. My vision of friendly, casual visiting, cozied up in the family room, watching pups-and-parents rediscover each other while we sipped hot cocoa, would not be happening.
We stayed in the entryway. Conversation was a bit awkward (it would be humiliating to have your dog act so... male-dog-with-all-his-stuff -like). But it was fun to observe similarities. Ava has Priscilla's bark-y I-don't-like-strangers disposition, and Jack was more like Elvis. Happy to be here. Happy to let you know he's been here (Jack does NOT mark, thankfully, and hopefully doesn't get any ideas from observing his pops). Happy for anyone who will offer to rub his belly, to do so.
We recalled when we first saw Jack and Ava. How BIG Elvis and Priscilla seemed. Now, these 9 months later, Jack outsized them all.
Priscilla's expecting another litter. We asked to be informed when the puppies were old enough to have visitors. Britta and Austin, who were at this grand reunion, talked about how fun it would be to see the new litter, too. THAT would be awesome: for Britt and Austin to have Jack and Ava's little brother or sister.
Okay, so I had more commentary than was time-prudent. I'll curb it in the next post.
Friday, January 11, 2013
College Drop Off
After two years of taking Taylor up to Idaho in January, both of which were treacherous life-and-limb-threatening experiences, we decided to drive Lex up to school, then head back to SLC that evening, with our long trek back to CO the following day. Plus we didn't really have room to pack her stuff AND our stuff, since our lovely vehicle does not include a trailer hitch. Naturally, this would be the year that the weather was great and the roads were clear. But I will NEVER complain about good weather and clear roads. EVER.
We headed out on move-in day nice and early. The apartment where Lex would be living was a "first-come, first-choice" kind of deal, and she knew via fb that one of her roommates had an early check-in the day before. I'm all about getting the most decent looking mattress possible (I've helped girls temporarily move-in for EFY enough times to know that there are some darn nasty-looking mattresses out there), so we made every effort to get to Rexburg in a timely manner.
About 30 minutes south of Pocatello, this was the outside temp.
I've heard rumors AND first-hand accounts about the notorious Idaho winters. This was living proof. Good thing Lex had let me talk her into a coat and some boots.
Lex is on the third floor. Of course. And that icy parking lot was packed. We managed to get all her stuff hauled up the stairs. She was the third of six to show up, so we scouted the mattresses and laid claim to the nicest one in the next-to-best room (the best room, farthest from the main living area, had already be staked). As I huffed up and down the stairs, I kept thinking about how many calories I might possibly be burning. Just looking at the bright side ;-)
{Before}
(I'm a little if-fy about beds on cinderblock and bricks (especially bricks!). It seems a little unstable. Lex's complex is in the process of changing out the cinderblocks and bricks with captains beds, but they are working on the second floor, and I guess it's a lengthy process - I'm not sure if they move everyone out of each apartment they are "updating" or what - so she may be on the bricks for the whole semester. I just hope she doesn't shuffle around in her sleep very much!)
{After}
It's kind of crazy to think that in two years or less we could be dropping this girl off, too.
Now, Bill. NOW our nest is emptying.
The lovely kitchen. I'm sure plenty of good times will be had here.
And here.
We had to make a quick run to Walmart. Death on move-in day.
No chicken nuggets.
We navigated through the rabble of students and parents, ran into a couple of familiar faces, and got the heck out of there. Thankfully the Albertson's next door had some dino-bites. Lex's favorite kind of nuggets: process and shaped. {Perfect} I had to smile as we added her food items to her shelf and refrigerator next to one of her roommate's fruits, veggies, greek yogurt, kashi cereal, and whole wheat bread. Lex's most valuable items are things like beef ramen, mac-n-cheese, white bread, peanut-butter-and-jam, ketchup, mayo, and frozen chicken nuggets. We talked her into some chicken noodle soup and orange juice (her only fruit!). You may be thinking I'm a horrible-terrible-no-good mother for not forcing the issue, but I've lived with Lexee for 19 years. I know what she'll eat and what she won't. I'm hoping some of her healthy roommates will rub off on her ;-)
We snapped a few {almost} good-bye pictures,
then Lex headed off to spend time with her orientation group. We all met together briefly to hear a uplifting message of encouragement from Pres. Clark, then the students headed out for what both Lex and Shi referred to as "EFY-type" activities, while the parents stayed for a question/answer period with the Pres.
Just before we headed out, we had dinner together. If you haven't been in Rexburg on move-in day at dinnertime, you should try it. Not. We finally determined that Costa Vida would move us along quickly enough to get us on our way back to SLC, and Lex on her way to I-Night.
The {final} good-bye pictures.
Bill held the tears in until we got to the car.
The latest update from Lex: I-Night was super fun. She was able to get her books, change some classes, and attend a dance on Saturday. She loved church at 9am. She wasn't in a ward with an {extremely} low boy-to-girl ratio. And Tuesday night she said she had more homework than she's ever had in her life. I could hear the stress in her voice. I know once things get into a routine, she's going to do great.
Love you, Lex!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
The latest update from Lex: I-Night was super fun. She was able to get her books, change some classes, and attend a dance on Saturday. She loved church at 9am. She wasn't in a ward with an {extremely} low boy-to-girl ratio. And Tuesday night she said she had more homework than she's ever had in her life. I could hear the stress in her voice. I know once things get into a routine, she's going to do great.
Love you, Lex!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Thursday, January 10, 2013
The Day Before Yesterday
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The day before yesterday {literally}:
Mauri's 12th Birthday!!
The time has flown.
Mauri spent her birthDAY attending her first combined Mutual activity: Swing dancing. With boys.
She is dancing with a nice tall boy on the far right of this picture (she's in the gray sweater):
(Here's a quick video that Bill took. You can see Mar in that same spot towards the end.)
I brought cupcakes to surprise her. No pictures, though, for a reminder of the valiant effort.
No time + full memory card. :-(
We made a stop (just the four of us left at home - sad) by the newly-remodeled McDonald's (Mar has been dying to check it out) for her favorite: cherry pie (they even had some - the past few times we've stopped, they've been out). And a little ice cream. And a supersize order of fries.
We know how to celebrate BIG around here.
A party is planned for next week.
I can't believe my baby's 12.
Happy {blog-belated} Birthday, Mar!
Love you
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
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