Sunday, June 13, 2010
Sweet & Sour
During the span of one hour of church today, Olivia went from sweet (giving kisses and cuddles) to sour (needing to be removed from the chapel). As Doug stood up to take Olivia out to the hall, she yelled at him, "You're not the mom!"
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Summertime
It's here! It's really, really here!
School's out, and (even more important), the weather this week has been fantastic! Hooray for June!
Doug spent most of the week in New York on business. When he finally got home late Thursday night, I was already asleep, with the windows open to let in the breeze, and the ceiling fan set on low. Perfect!
Suddenly, I woke up shivering with cold at 3:30 a.m. I got up and turned off the ceiling fan, but as I tried to go back to sleep, I recognized a familiar noise: the air conditioner was running! I quickly solved that issue, and slept well until morning. At that point, I had to have a little talk with Doug, which went something like this:
"I have been waiting for eight months to not feel cold! What were you thinking, turning on the A/C?!"
Since then, he has humored me and left the thermostat alone. Thanks, honey!
I will admit, it does get warm in the house. I still think it's perfect weather for the windows open, and ceiling fans circulating the lovely fresh air. But it does make me think twice about turning on the oven. So we've been making good use of the outdoor grill.
Today as I fired it up for dinner, Hannah (who was playing in the sprinkler water) came running over and asked, "Ooh, are we having BYU tonight?"
I wasn't sure what she was talking about, until I realized she was trying to say B-B-Q.
I love, love, love summer!
School's out, and (even more important), the weather this week has been fantastic! Hooray for June!
Doug spent most of the week in New York on business. When he finally got home late Thursday night, I was already asleep, with the windows open to let in the breeze, and the ceiling fan set on low. Perfect!
Suddenly, I woke up shivering with cold at 3:30 a.m. I got up and turned off the ceiling fan, but as I tried to go back to sleep, I recognized a familiar noise: the air conditioner was running! I quickly solved that issue, and slept well until morning. At that point, I had to have a little talk with Doug, which went something like this:
"I have been waiting for eight months to not feel cold! What were you thinking, turning on the A/C?!"
Since then, he has humored me and left the thermostat alone. Thanks, honey!
I will admit, it does get warm in the house. I still think it's perfect weather for the windows open, and ceiling fans circulating the lovely fresh air. But it does make me think twice about turning on the oven. So we've been making good use of the outdoor grill.
Today as I fired it up for dinner, Hannah (who was playing in the sprinkler water) came running over and asked, "Ooh, are we having BYU tonight?"
I wasn't sure what she was talking about, until I realized she was trying to say B-B-Q.
I love, love, love summer!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Memorial
On Memorial Day, I usually pay mental tribute to those who have fought and died for our country, although I don't know anyone personally. I think about my grandparents, whom I miss and love and appreciate. I'm glad I knew them in life. But honestly, the holiday becomes just another Labor Day. We play more, work less, and enjoy the nice weather.
Unfortunately, "work less" didn't apply to Doug this year. He got up and hopped on a plane first thing in the morning, on his way to an East Coast business trip.
The girls and I tried to do something fun. We went on an afternoon bike ride. When it comes to pedaling, Hannah doesn't last as long as the rest of us. So after a roundabout ride to the elementary school, we parked our bikes and played on the playgrounds. We started out at the kindergarten playground, and eventually moved around to the big playground at the back of the school.
After we had swung on the swings, and slid down the slides, and I, as the "bark shark", had tagged all of the girls (YES!), we were ready to go home and make dinner. I buckled Olivia into the bike trailer and started pedaling towards the front of the school, where the girls had already headed. Before I got very far, Katelyn came back to inform me that Hannah and Lauren's bikes were gone.
I thought she was kidding. She wasn't.
Hannah and Lauren had left their bikes in the bike rack at the front of the school, but Katelyn, Emily and I had brought our bikes with us to the back playground.
The two little bikes were gone.
So, on Memorial Day, we mourned the loss of two kid bikes who had served our family well, and were now lost to some unknown enemy.
The blue bike that Emily got for her eighth birthday. The one that her Grandfather and her Father picked out and put together for her.
The little red bike that Lauren and Hannah learned to ride on. The one that had patiently endured collisions with garbage cans, and nights left out in the rain. The "boy bike" that was handed down to us from a friend, which now carried a personalized license plate that read "HANNAH" on the back. The one whose brakes and pedals had been fixed and reattached more times than I can count.
Thank you for serving us well, little bikes. I hope you'll find peace and rest, wherever you are. We won't forget you.
Unfortunately, "work less" didn't apply to Doug this year. He got up and hopped on a plane first thing in the morning, on his way to an East Coast business trip.
The girls and I tried to do something fun. We went on an afternoon bike ride. When it comes to pedaling, Hannah doesn't last as long as the rest of us. So after a roundabout ride to the elementary school, we parked our bikes and played on the playgrounds. We started out at the kindergarten playground, and eventually moved around to the big playground at the back of the school.
After we had swung on the swings, and slid down the slides, and I, as the "bark shark", had tagged all of the girls (YES!), we were ready to go home and make dinner. I buckled Olivia into the bike trailer and started pedaling towards the front of the school, where the girls had already headed. Before I got very far, Katelyn came back to inform me that Hannah and Lauren's bikes were gone.
I thought she was kidding. She wasn't.
Hannah and Lauren had left their bikes in the bike rack at the front of the school, but Katelyn, Emily and I had brought our bikes with us to the back playground.
The two little bikes were gone.
So, on Memorial Day, we mourned the loss of two kid bikes who had served our family well, and were now lost to some unknown enemy.
The blue bike that Emily got for her eighth birthday. The one that her Grandfather and her Father picked out and put together for her. The one that had gotten accidentally switched at a different school bike rack last year, but quickly returned and exchanged. The one that got Lauren to and from second grade as often as the weather was decent and the tires were not flat.
The little red bike that Lauren and Hannah learned to ride on. The one that had patiently endured collisions with garbage cans, and nights left out in the rain. The "boy bike" that was handed down to us from a friend, which now carried a personalized license plate that read "HANNAH" on the back. The one whose brakes and pedals had been fixed and reattached more times than I can count.Thank you for serving us well, little bikes. I hope you'll find peace and rest, wherever you are. We won't forget you.
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