12.31.2007
a Missouri Christmas eve stroll
on the train
12.19.2007
"Why I like Christmas."
Possible answers? Many.
His:
"Because you get toys without even having to pay for them!"
He said it so full of hope and unbridled joy, and free of the worries of adulthood or even the weight of childhood (you know, having to jump through all sorts of parental hoops to get an occasional $2 toy)---it was great.
I was thinking about it later and this scripture came into my head where Jesus says: Come, my brethren, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters; and he that hath no money, come buy and eat; yea, come buy wine and milk without money and without price. (2 Nephi 9:50)
12.13.2007
Here comes Santa Claus!!!

Simon sharing the exciting news!!! Side note: Alli was so excited to be over there with the kids she was hugging Simon with one arm and any other kid she could reach with her other arm.
Simon discussing R2D2 with Santa.
(Alli lost her nerve during the non-moving 20 minutes in line.)
12.11.2007
It's time to be two!
She's a good mother of twins. With help from a doting "uncle" (who thinks he's going to marry his sister someday, and name all their children Simon or Alli--but that's another story).
12.02.2007
Saturday is a special day . . .
Mark smelled something stinky in our shed. Discovered one squirrel, on the floor between two shelves--rigor mortis. He suited up with a face mask and gloves and a double trash bag and took care of it. So brave, and how gross! He sprayed the shed with kitchen cleaner (our only anti-bacterial) and air freshener. Then 25 minutes later he went back out to put things in the shed and could still smell it. Enter fluffy tail on a high shelf, also rigor mortis. Theories:
- male territory dispute gone really bad,
- rodents taste-testing the electric wiring,
- and Mark's real fear, BIG poisonous spider somewhere in the shed
Conclusion: not storing ANYTHING in the shed
Conclusion 2: Emily is not attempting any projects alone in the shed, workbenches and outlets regardless . . .
Meanwhile, Emily made sugar cookies inside. the shed. Just kidding. in the house. We should have taken pictures of both (instead I had to find some on google--I still have a good action shot in my head of Mark bringing down the second squirrel).
Sure was a special day.
A night out for snow.
It's the holiday season, boo da boop de boo . . .
Ah, yes, Thanksgiving.
A pretty happenin' house
Alli's big dose of artistic genes are really exhibiting themselves lately. She doesn't just merely demand that all of her (prolific) works are immediately displayed on the fridge; she steps flamboyantly forward and back from the easel-fridge, selecting one color at a time from her little table behind her, and muttering out loud. She turns her head at all different angles to examine her work, then gets close to squint at it, then flails an arm into the sky with a satisfied air.
11.16.2007
All's well--or I'm unaware--in pregnantville
Not a lot on my mind lately to blog about. Not that that's intentional or that my life is stress-free or there aren't in reality lists of things that I should be remembering and getting to--it's just this pregnant mind. It keeps going vacant. I'm forgetting basic simple conversation tools; here are two examples:- I asked a relatively new friend at church whether she sings. Innocent enough, if I hadn't been practicing a song with her and 5 other gals in recent weeks, AND sharing music with her each time.
- Another new friend at church who's son has become Simon's pal asked for my phone number a few days ago so the boys could play. Fun! Then I realize this morning that I didn't even think then to ask for hers, nope, not until I wanted to call them today.
Okay, now a totally different topic. I see a lot of images I love on other people's blogs. I always just go to Google Images and hunt around (e.g. "pregnant head", "pregnant empty mind", and finally "daydreaming" for this post). I'm not exactly finding the quality or depth of choices that I'd like (though seeing this new-to-me Winslow Homer piece was nice).
So, what's your favorite image site??? Please, do tell!
Oh, and also I took my kids to Hermann Park for 3.5 hours today to wear them out and make up for spending a lot of time lately ignoring them inside while I try to manage all the insurance, bills, and mumbojumbo--with this pregnant mind, no less, it's quite a task. Anyway, I think my other intent was to let them just play themselves out so Mark and I could get them to bed easy tonight. The most frugal date I've thought of yet--since we can't quite squeeze a babysitter or going anywhere that costs money out of our pocketbook just now. It's called "Worn-out, happy, asleep EARLY kids" theme-date. But they're actually asleep right now in the car in the garage. Now isn't that a nice luxury???!!! Even though I'll have to change the date plan, it's nice to know that I didn't have to move them, they're close by (just in the other room, really!). A few weeks ago I would have had to move them, they'd wake up, be grumpy, and I'd wish I had had a safe place to leave the car where they wouldn't be kidnapped or look abandoned.
Okay, enough ramblings. Don't forget the image question! ;)
11.05.2007
The new house--a rented bit of bliss!
Our friends that moved out left their swingset for us!
You can also see the neighbor's rabbit hutches on the other side of the fence. The kids are really entertained by them--Alli thinks they're hysterical when they just move around their cage.
No shots of the inside yet--too many cardboard boxes still. But let's just say that rooms are seeming a lot bigger and things newer than we thought--we keep waiting for our parents to come and reveal that this is actually their house, we're too much of kids to have this much house at our disposal. Mark keeps saying that our bedroom feels like a hotel. I love having the family room; right now I'm working at the computer and I can see the kids out the screen door happily puttering around in the yard. That means I'm not working on this in my bedroom with kids climbing all over me or our bed or running away outside and having me holler after them. Hooray!
We found out about this house to rent from friends at church. A family that had just finished their PhD was moving out of it and invited us over and sold us on it. It's about 4 blocks from our church, so 20 minutes from work for Mark (he's planning on getting a bike and riding along the bayou most of the 5-6miles). The neighborhood is nice (and pleasant smelling . . .), zoned for a great school for Simon (either next year or the year after). More later . . .