One Fine Morning...

There are four different colors of yellow paint on my walls right now. The first was painstakingly painted by Trent over a year ago (he hates, absolutely hates, those paint bobbles that show up on the ceilings or sides of walls after a paint job is completed). Even though I liked the color when we picked it out, it's never looked quite right on the kitchen walls. For over 365 days, we've looked at it, trying to figure out what was wrong. About a month ago we made the final decision: the lemon tone, albeit perfectly painted, had to go. I brought in Sally Jo, an interior decorator friend, who scrutinized our lemon flavored walls and suggested that I match the walls as closely as I could to the yellow in my kitchen curtains. Ever obedient, I did what she said. I brought home the color that perfectly matched my curtains and painted about three quarters of one wall. This peachy hue of yellow was also analyzed thoroughly and, alas, ultimately rejected, yet not removed from the wall. ...

We proudly bring you "The Frog: Episode One" filmed on location in Upstate New York on Saturday afternoon. First, some credits: Camera and vocal skills: yours truly Starring: Oliver, Sara, Lillian, Trent, and a frog Co-starring: Alex in the background Producer, Editor, and Director: Sara We hope you enjoy it. Several times.

This Sunday evening finds me sitting on the couch, still in my pajamas. Instead of a typical Sunday filled with running back and forth, hither and thither, I haven't moved much today. My house is silent. Trent has gone home teaching and Lillian is, at last, sleeping. We awoke this morning to the sound of her gasping with ragged, screechy breaths. When I got to her crib, I found her lying awake, eyes wild and frightened. I held her close and her little body felt like it was on fire. I called to Trent and ran back into our bedroom with her. She was clearly gasping for air. We scrambled for the phone to reach the pediatrician, for the internet where medical information was just a few keystrokes away;  I found I could barely catch my own breath as I tried to ensure my little one could get the air she needed. Several hours, a trip to the emergency room, a dose of steroids and some oxygen later, we were home. Croup. Remember the night that Minnie Mae got the croup ...

One wonders on this fine fall morning: How to describe the event that produced this picture? You have three guesses to describe this awesomeness. 10 extra credit points to the winner. Liza gets 10 extra credit points!...and 5 points go to AD for cracking me up. In addition to a lot of interesting things going on in our household (things that keep me very entertained and yet away from the computer. Things I may or may not blog about in the future. And no, I'm not pregnant, not even remotely, so that guess doesn't count), I am pleased to announce that the mauve blinds are gone. This is how it went down: Sara and Alex and O arrived in the big rig on Thursday. The blinds arrived on Friday. After a rollicking good time playing "The Farming Game" until around 11:30 Friday evening, Sara decided it was time to put up some blinds. So, we put up the blinds. How is it that even though I am seven years older than Sara, I ALWAYS do what she says?  By 1:25 a.m., as you ...

A little bit of this And a little bit of that Is what makes us happy today. Hope your day is a happy one, too.

We spent last weekend at one of our favorite spots in the Adirondacks. Along with a few of our dearest friends, we cozied up in rustic cabins nestled into a hillside all aglow with the brilliant colors of autumn. We enjoyed kayaking on the lake, hiking through the forests, and, thanks to the wireless service, a little General Conference, too. It was heavenly....both the conference, and the Adirondacks. I adore my husband. I ask you: how can you not adore this man? The men: Trent, Eric, and Christian  Lillian getting ready for the ride with her friend, Claire. Clearly, this child is her father's daughter, all the way (Trent never met a kayak he didn't L-O-V-E!) Lest you look at this photo and feel compelled to call child protective services for our lack of life-vests, let me assure you, the water we were in was 6 inches deep. For real. It stayed 6 inches deep for about a quarter of a mile. All was well, my friends, all was well. Getting ready for an excitin...