Ode to the "Gigi's"

Maybe two years ago I got hooked on the Gilmore Girls.  This was a pretty big deal considering the last series I followed was probably 'Full House.'  The Gilmore Girls have since been some kind of sick addiction/therapy for me and recently I got the BEST christmas present a sister could ask for (but I promise I didn't-thanks AMY!).  You guessed it--a box full of Gilmore Girls!!!

I have quickly begun my journey through the seasons of Gilmore Girls.  Last time I completed the whole lot I had dreams about Lorelai and Rory.  I missed them, I asked them in the dreams what they were doing.  I wanted to know how Luke was...really I'm not kidding.  Recently at Target I found the perfect pillow for Lorelai and I actually had to remind myself that I shouldn't buy it for her for Christmas.  Maybe I can blame this all on Steve and his sick addiction to isolating DNA and being gone at least twelve hours a day.

For other junkies---what about Kirk?  He is just like mystery man and then somewhere in the middle of the first season he is given a name and a sole character...any feedback on this mystery?  Also, I would like to know which character I am and why?  Please!  Oh and I just have to say that the characters are absolutely amazing.  I really can't imagine the show without Lane or Paris or Luke or any of them.  They are all so necessary.

I feel better.  I've been needing to chat about this for awhile...Oh and I couldn't find a great picture or video so I put a picture of some Gilmore Girls in Georgia.

Happy 6 Months Griffy

The littlest man of the house is 6 months today and almost fifteen pounds. He is a little pleaser already. When he feels sad you can tickle and tease him into full blown laughter. He is obsessed with Jack and watches him and wants to be with him ALL the time. Griffin is my little buddy too. I seem to have a sweet spot for holding this monkey and playing with him. He is a quiet observer until he's upset, in which case he is louder alone than Steve, Jack and I combined. I'm positive. Happy Unbirthday Griffin.

Halloween, of Course!

Halloween has become one of my favorite holidays. The dressing up, the change in season, the decorations, the fun activities and I'm generally amazed by my husband and his willingness to appease us (This applies only to Halloween--let it be known that I married a rugged, mountain man, not often concerned with pleasing and quite content to share passionate and eccentric opinions).

I was cast as Wendy (thank you Jack) and then Griffin got the role as the crocodile. Jack was quick to claim Captain Hook and then there was Steve...Let me say there were several characters Steve would have preferred, but he did finally accept his call to be Peter. He gave Peter his own Steve-style. He made his own hat (that is only slightly rivaled by the Tin Man hat that he made last year).

PS Don't ask about my hair...doing hair is for girls, apparently I'm not one.

Virtual Planetoid

This kid has a HUGE head. Really HUGE!

Oh, I will preface this post by saying, Jack's actions are often naughty and so equally funny that my mothering brain is literally stuck at a moral crossroad. What to do?

For example, Sunday the "mousy" wants another piece of cheese. "Cinderella" says not until after your lunch. "Mousy" climbs out of his seat and says he is getting an orange-then fakes me out, running the other direction, grabs the loaf of cheese and takes the biggest bite right out of the bottom of the cheese! What?

Today I hear Jack (moments into his naptime). He's crying and saying, "I just can't do this!" I hurry into his room and I just can't understand what I'm seeing. He has a small toddler bed and somehow all I see is this floating mattress off the bed frame. Guess what was under the mattress? He snaked his little body under his bed (looking for monsters) and somehow his head fit up through the slats of his bed, but he couldn't get his head back down. We said a prayer and his hysterics melted away into a somewhat logical calm. He told me to get a hammer or use one of his swords to free his HUGE noggin.

Thanks to our neighbor-Jack was freed! Of course next time he gets himself stuck I should just let him relax for the remainder of naptime.

Pumpkin Patch Kids

I'm absolutely, positively sure that fall is the best time of year. I'm about as sure as a kid choosing their favorite candy...sure at the moment. Each new season makes me incredibly happy, excepting winter (which I'm sure I've mentioned).

We recently went to the Big, Red Santaquin Barn! I love their apple doughnuts, hayrides, yummy packaged treats and the general holiday giddiness. Jack surprised me and chose a smallish, bumpy-ish pumpkin, Steve didn't choose a pumpkin at all (he wasn't sad we missed the hayride either...) and I got a jolly ole pumpkin with a curling stem. It was a short visit, but satisfying to each of us and I highly recomend it to each of you!

God's Country

So my great grandpa was a cowboy, a real cowboy I think. He ran cattle in southern Utah the early part of the twentieth century in some of the most incredible country on earth. As most family histories (probably all history) goes, I'm sure that his legend has been unintentionally sensationalized by descendants as we try to understand his life and add a sense of credibility to our own. I wish I really knew what his life was like. I think I'd be most interested in knowing the minutiae and not the less common hair-raising or exciting moments that we generally use to try to characterize someone's life. As a family we have tried tracing his footsteps and getting a sense for what he may have experienced on the Colorado Plateau through a yearly pilgrimage to Comb Wash near Blanding. From there we begin our annual exploration of what I'm sure is God's Country.

Jack and I had an incredible time. I'm sure we broke some of Hailey's rules. Riding in the back of trucks, drinking more than one glass of chocolate milk a day, climbing (sometimes passing a 3 year old) up and down sandstone cliffs, and playing with sticks in the fire. I did keep some of the rules - he didn't get any treats after not eating hit peanut butter sandwich and here he is in time out for calling me an idiot






We hiked to a handful of ruins in some beautiful canyons. He was initially disappointing that we never ran into any Anasazi and kept asking where they had gone. Trust me we looked hard enough that if they were there we would have seen them





In the end I'm sure Jack loved his experience, although he had little idea that we were doing this as part of an unending quest to understand who we come from and who we are. Maybe his great great grandpa smiling down from from somewhere, glad that we are at least trying.

Vacation- All I Ever Wanted

Bryce Canyon
Paper Weight
Griffin's first 11,000 peak!
Seasoned hiker
Little pup
The Wild Things