Thursday, January 31
Tuesday, January 29
Monday, January 28
I don't have any words to express what a tragedy this is for our world. I know that he is with his wife now, and his welcome beyond the veil is something I wish I could have seen. In the article I read here, these words, from President Hinckley's first general conference address in 1995, touched my heart.
"The time has come for us to stand a little taller, to lift our eyes and stretch our minds to a greater comprehension and understanding of the grand millennial mission of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
"This is a time to be strong.
"It is a time to move forward without hesitation, knowing well the meaning, the breadth and the importance of our mission.
"It is a time to do what is right regardless of the consequences that might follow.
"It is a time to be found keeping the commandments.
"It is a season to reach out with kindness and love to those in distress and to those who are wandering in darkness and pain.
"It is a time to be considerate and good, decent and courteous toward one another in all our relationships. In other words, to become more Christlike."
Friday, January 25
Needless to say, the party was a huge hit, and I can take almost no credit. I wasn't responsible for the sparkling clean apartment, and aside from putting a few other items in bowls, and preparing the chocolate sauce, I had nothing to do with the food, either. In fact, in hindsight, I have a hard time remembering if I did anything of note to prepare for this party. Imagine the delight of my guests, when they walked into my pristine kitchen, and saw this:
I can barely even express how grateful I am for a husband who doesn't sit back and support passively. When I undertake something monumental, like a large party on a day that is already brimming with activities, he jumps in and makes it happen. He's a wonderful testament to the kind of men I hope our boys grow up to be, and the kind of man I hope our daughter marries. Those people who thought we wouldn't last a year when we first announced our plan to marry? I guess the jokes on them, because the last 8 years of my life have been the sweetest of all.
Thursday, January 24
Wednesday, January 23
These are the boys waiting to get onto the Trolley. There are several designated stops around the city, and this was the one closest to where the train was displayed.
Ding, ding, ding went the trolley! (anyone out there get the movie quote?)
See the barely contained exuberance? I love it. Such a huge, overflowing grin warms my heart on the coldest of days.
Janice, with my folded up stroller and the three boys, boarding the trolley. I'm sure she won't thank me for this picture, but I think it's really cute.
Tuesday, January 22
Kadon continues to amaze us with those big brown eyes, and curly orb of hair. Both the boys received a box of Kid K'nex, which they have really enjoyed playing with since then. I think in this photo Kadon is watching Jeremy, who is mid-change from t-shirt to sweatshirt. My parents got him a Colts sweatshirt for Christmas, and he insisted on putting it on immediately.
The kids were thrilled with their stockings this year. They got the usual candy, crackers, and chocolate, along with an assortment of books, new Play-doh, and some flashcards for Jeremy. At this exact moment, Kadon is waaaay more interested in Jeremy's Cars fruit snack than he is in his own stocking, even though it contains his very own packages of fruit snacks. Somehow, what Jeremy has always seems a little sweeter.
Jeremy was absolutely thrilled with his Transformers Search and Find book. He actually spent a good 10 minutes perusing it on Christmas morning, which is pretty remarkable if you've ever meant our rambunctious son. On a side note, see those cute jammie pants? My creation for this year. I meant to get a picture of all of us, but it just didn't happen. Brooklyn's pair didn't work out too hot, it was difficult to sew seams that small on fabric that tiny, so she only wore them for about an hour.
Kadon, with his most beloved gift. In fact, this picture is kind of crooked, because he was moving too quickly for me to get to him. This is a Thomas the Tank Engine flashlight, which also makes train noises when you push it around. One month later, we're already on the second set of batteries, and I'm pretty sure it will soon be a third. We found it on clearance at a KB Toys that was going out of business, and I had to convince Ammon to buy it. He didn't agree that Kadon would love it, but thankfully, was willing to concede to the woman who spends all day with the child. Kadon can't get enough, and loves to bring the flashlight into our bedroom at 6:30 am when he gets up, which is really, really early for flashlight face.
Monday, January 21
First of all, does anybody out there in cyber-land know that you actually have to make reservations for Chuck E. Cheese on a Saturday?! I didn't, so if any of you had clued me in on that little tidbit, I'm sure we would have been granted a much more helpful server, and possible even enough chairs to seat everybody, instead of forcing the adults to hover around one end of the table and eat standing up. And without plates. Or drinks. Or napkins, actually. But that's another story.
So, back to the party. Because it was Jeremy's party, we decided to let him choose two friends to invite from church, along with his cousins. Unfortunately, we didn't calculate that with two friends and several cousins, come approximately 73 other people. Of course, we knew these extra parents, siblings, and assorted hangers-on were coming, but we never actually sat down to figure out the sheer volume. I admit, when the waitress asked me how many there were to be seated in our non-reserved table, I fibbed. By about half. So......after dropping $50 on pizza, four drinks, and about a million tokens, we sat back and watched the throbbing crowd around us. It was hysteria, people. Everywhere you looked there were pizza-stained faces, delirious with sugar, crowds, and missed naptime. The birthday boy disappeared into the crowd with his friend, and a cup full of tokens, never to be seen (or heard from) again. After about 30 minutes, the adults were begging for mercy. Even willing to eat the cardboard-like pizza and feed coins into machines, simply to make it all go away. Wisely, I made the decision to bring the cake and presents back to my house. Hysteria confined to my apartment rather than the throbbing, writhing mass of toddler-dom at Chuck E. Cheese? Much better, trust me.
Sunday, January 13
Saturday, January 12
Thursday, January 10
Obviously, this is the bed. The window overlooks our lovely parking, and I made the drapes myself. We have the great luck of living in the center of the building, so the security light is right outside our window. I mean RIGHT outside our window. We didn't sleep for the first four days that we lived here, which is exactly how long it took me to unpack my sewing machine, find a fabric store, and make these extra-thick lined drapes. What a difference a dark room makes to your REM cycle....
This is standing in front of said window, facing into our bathroom. Don't tell me that my wall hanging is crooked, it's already driving me nuts. I'll have you know, after I took this picture and uploaded it onto my computer, I ran right back upstairs to straighten it. Pure laziness that I didn't retake the picture again, but I thought about it. That's just the kind of neurotic that I am. Did I mention the master bathroom? LOVE IT!!
Wednesday, January 9
This is the bunkbed that the boys got for Christmas as a joint Fellows family gift. They're loving it, and Mom is loving the extra space. I'm standing in the doorway of their room to take this picture.
Now I'm standing in front of their closet, in front of the bookcase you can almost see on the right edge of the above picture. The dresser on the left is Kadon's, and Jeremy's is on the right.
This is Brooklyn's room, right next to the boys room. I'm standing right in the doorway, and can almost get the whole room in. On the other side of the green shelves on the left edge of this picture is her closet, and that's all there is to the room. Pretty small, but it definetely serves the purpose.
This is the end of our bedroom. Looking down the length of the hallway, there is Brooklyn's room, and the dresser you see in our bedroom is Ammon's. Next to me on my left is our closet, it's situated over the stairs, in that empty space. It's pretty large, and I couldn't take a picture of it because it's a mess!
Tuesday, January 8
I opened our front door and stood on the front porch to get this picture. On the left edge of the picture, you see the banister leading up the stairs. When I looked at the empty townhouse before moving, I mistakingly assumed that the apartment was much smaller, and left some furniture at Russ and Mary's house in order to compensate for the small living space. After being here for several weeks, though, I think the living room is screaming out for the coffee table. Besides, I need somewhere to put my chocolate milk and graham crackers when I decide to have an evening snack in front of the television.
This is the other end of the living room. I'm standing between the bookcase and the sofa you can see in the previous picture. Pretty nice, huh? (Check out that coatrack! Merry Christmas, Mom!)
This is standing in front of the entertainment center, facing the hallway leading to the kitchen. The door on the left is the small bathroom tucked underneath the stairs. Did I mention how much we are loving having multiple toilets?
Ah, the kitchen. Go back up to the previous picture. The corner you can just see, in front of the last set of metal doors? That's where I'm standing. On my left along the wall there is a large window, the back door, and the pantry (behind some more metal doors. Nice, huh?) The towel on the back of the dining room chair is for my kids to deposit their shoes on after they're done playing outside. So far, the only downside I've discovered in living out here is that it.is.always.wet.outside. Always. Makes for very muddy shoes.
Again, I had to open the front door and stand outside to take this picture. This is the staircase that I walk up and down approxamitely 463,000 times a day. Just in round numbers. Can I count that as my exercise for the day?
Tomorrow, the upstairs. I just know you're waiting with baited breath.