This past Sunday the women at church had a special Christmas program with music and treats. I was asked to introduce the song “Breath of Heaven.” I’m pretty sure I wasn’t asked to talk about this song because of my outstanding spirituality, but for other obvious reasons. (Kind of like the time I got cast as the Little Red-Haired girl in the 5th grade production of You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown.) I’ll spare you the muddled and entirely inadequate…
Way back when Noel and I were just dating (Five whole years, people!), we went Christmas shopping together for the first time. It was a fairly awful experience and I’m pretty sure the only reason anyone forgave us for our lame and thoughtless gifts was because we got engaged days before Christmas and everyone was so sickened by our twitterpation happy for us. Since then we’ve greatly improved our holiday planning and I think we may have even shed the…
Despite what previous posts may have led you to believe about my Christmas spirit, I really do enjoy getting into the season in fun ways. This past week has done a great job of getting us psyched up for the month. We’re hosting Christmas this year so we decided we should get a legitimate Christmas tree (no three foot trees or fake ones rescued out of college dumpsters this year). I know it’s silly to love a plant, especially one…
I hate how gripping dreams can be emotionally, no matter how illogical the plot. Last night I dreamed that I was running from the law. I happened upon a large mansion where I hid for awhile and pretended to be a part of the staff for a large wedding that was taking place there. I made some friends while “laying low” and they helped me come up with the perfect escape plan that would make it so the authorities would…
Last night we got back home from a trip to Utah. Somewhere in our travels, Cooper and I both managed to catch some sort of a head cold. Between not feeling so hot and trying to cut the remainder of his teeth simultaneously, last night was a bit rough. Funny thing is though, as I was rocking my little boy at 4am I started thinking about Cooper’s past sleep history and I couldn’t help thinking, “This isn’t that bad.” I’ve…
I don’t even want to talk about how long it’s been since Noel and I have gone to the temple or about all the things that have gone wrong all the times we’ve tried. (You know that idea that when you are about to do something good all the powers of evil will try to prevent you from doing it?) I do, however, want to talk about how yesterday we finally made it. It was our first visit to the…
I like to watch the old couple across the street and imagine what life will be like for Noel and I 50 years down the road. Even though he has Alzheimers, they still seem happy and in love. She laughs about how he sometimes wears her clothes on accident and only a tinge of sadness peeks through her vibrant optimism when she says she sometimes worries about him trying to cross the street on his own. He used to work…
Do you remember how I told you I don’t remember ever believing in Santa? Funny thing is, I do remember believing in the Easter bunny. I remember the year my parents told me he took my binky away and how traumatized I was. I didn’t like him. Needless to say, I don’t think the Easter Bunny will be visiting our house. Don’t worry though, there will still be baskets and eggs. I found a great list of suggestions to make…
It’s hard to say whether yesterday’s low was when Cooper cried inconsolably from 12am-2am or when we forgot about the bike on the roof rack and tried to drive into the garage. By the time we swept up the shattered glass and plastic in the driveway and found our chicken dinner half cooked in a dead crockpot, we were feeling pretty defeated. Famished, we threw the chicken in the oven and decided to start dinner with salads, but paused first…
Lately, we’ve been spending a bit more time around driven, career-oriented professionals. As we pass on the streets and rub shoulders on public transit, I’ve noticed some things. Generally speaking, the men seem to be more polite. I’m not saying all the women in this city are jerks and all the men are chivalrous, but there are definitely some patterns. On more than one occasion, men have held elevators and gone out of their way to open doors. In contrast,…