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happy birthday to our favorite aunt may! we lub you, lady!

we like stripes

question of the day #14

Q : how many movies can you watch* in one day before losing your sanity (or what's left of it after packing/moving/unpacking all with a baby and a dog while your husband works ridiculous hours) and all sense of time?

A : 4; after movie #5, giselle isn't the only one talking to woodland creatures or imagining ways to make dresses out of drapery panels



* i use this term loosely, as i did actually clean, unpack, do laundry and feed my baby as the movies ("clue," "shag," "enchanted," "bedknobs and broomsticks" and "nancy drew" in case you needed to know) were playing.

coming soon

pictures and a post about our new digs. quickly, for some reason, now that we're partially unpacked and moved in, the shag and linoleum aren't as bad as i thought. they're starting to grow on me.
just like the mold.

this just in

sanchez is quite possibly the worst name to have written across the back of a jersey. sorry, marky.



also, our ughpt has orange shag carpet in the bedrooms and flowered linoleum in the kitchen and bathroom. oh, and mold around the front window. anyone want to trade residences?

question of the day #13

overheard at target this evening

5yr old little boy to father: but i want it! why can't i have it? why won't you buy it for me?

father to 5yr old: because it's a snuggy.

father (sarcastically) to me when he hears me giggle: whose kid is that?

all god's creatures

this week, i've watched 5 bees fly to their death. and i didn't feel one bit bad about it. except for the last one, who just kept stepping all over his little fallen comrades.

3yrs (& a day)

yesterday was our third anniversary. and what better way to spend it than with these two guys...

alone with my thoughts

to take my mind off having to move next week, i decided to give the blog a bit of a facelift. just some minor color changes and new header (courtesy of wordle). but now that that's finished and the wee one is sleeping, i'm left to thoughts of moving. at first, i was really distraught about leaving the home where we've lived for two and a half years. i love this house and have done my best to make it our home. then, i was really distraught that not only do i have to leave my home, i have to move into an apt. do you know how hard it is to make an apt homey? practically impossible, i tell you. THEN, i was really distraught that we might not get to take our penny-girl with us. she's been one of my best friends for the last almost 3yrs. esp now that mor has to be gone so much during the day for work and school. (and you can call me crazy, sisters, but until you have a pet of your own, i'll just brush it off.)* and THEN, i was really distraught that we actually have to MOVE. do you know what all that entails? too much: packing, cleaning, organizing, unpacking, more cleaning, reorganizing etc. and THEN, i realized that we have an entire week to move from our house to our ughpt (ugh + apt, der); our ughpt is almost the same size as our house; there is a yard and covered parking and a small storage unit and washer/dryer hookups; it's closer to work and school for mor and target and costco for me (yea!); it's going to save us close to $400/mo, which, with me not working, $400 might as well be $4000.
huh.
i guess being left to my thoughts isn't such a bad thing afterall.

*no worries, our current landlord talked our future landlord into letting us keep penny. hooray for travis! and thanks, mom, for being a willing adoptive parent.

finn goes swimming

we tried this out a few times a couple of weeks ago, but the water was just too cold (for me, mostly). while we were in ca for hill and james' wedding, we thought we'd try again. it was a success. if finn had gills (ha!), he would have stayed in the pool all. day. long. now we just have to work on his tan.

the small swimmies came up to under the poor kid's armpips

finners and mommers

look out, si swimsuit edition!

our little gilligan

all done and all dry

3mo

this kid...

...is 3mo old today. ridiculous. too bad he slept last night like he was 3days old. jerk. isn't he too cute in his t-shirt and plaid shorts? i mean, really.

we're moving

to an apt.
in orem.
and that's all i have to say about that.