Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I've been thinking alot about this family today. They were in our old stake back in Utah. My heart is broken, I've seriously been sobbing most of the afternoon. Sobbing, and clinging to my kids. Keep them in your prayers.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
My cousin posted this picture on her blog, and when I saw it, I started crying. Maybe it's because I am tired, and feel a little alone down here. Maybe because it's hard to keep waiting for one of these houses to work out. Maybe because I miss my family a bit today. Maybe it's because my daughter is in her room this very minute playing with a cradle that my Grandpa Brownie built with his own two hands. The same one I played with as a child.
Have you ever had a place where you felt completely loved and accepted? Where you felt safe? Mine was in their home, sitting on their lap, getting wet toothless kisses. I still go back there, in my head, and wish I could hug them, just one more time.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
#2 has spent the week a beast. I think my second child is possessed. Temper tantrums, growling, spitting, biting, overall naughtiness. Where is this coming from? Seriously pushing me to the limits of my patience, which anyone who knows me, will tell you is not far.
#1 All I can say is, THANK HEAVEN FOR LITTLE GIRLS. This child is perfection. I try really hard not to play favorites, but right now I just want to give this little girl anything she wants. I'm in love.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I had alot of preconceived notions about Arizona before I came down here. For one thing, that it was this ugly barren HOT desert. It is the desert, not going to dispute that part, but it's anything but ugly or barren. In fact I was genuinely surprised by how beautiful it was, and am more delighted each day I discover something new about my new home. It's not barren at all. There is grass, there are palm trees, and bushes and flowers... lots of green. And even the desert blooms around the city with the most interesting array of prickly vegetation that I've ever seen, which upon closer inspection, is actually quite beautiful. Secondly, the heat. It is hot. But it's also quite balmy many days, and coupled with swimming and palm trees, it's almost tropical. Also we've been getting a break this year. It's been in the mid-90's for the past week and a half, which, I guess is unheard of in Arizona. Of course, it's been freezing cold and raining everywhere else. Which brings me to rain. It never rains in Arizona, at least that's what I thought. It does however, rain in Arizona- it's rained at least 5 times since we've been here.
And finally, the last preconceived notion: there are A LOT of old people in Arizona. Sunbirds, snowbirds, whatever you want to call them, this is actually true. This place is crawling with the elderly. It's kind of fun. They are always so nice to me, these ladies I run into at the fabric/ grocery/clothing store. And they talk to my kids and tell me all about how they had 3/4/5 kids and how they all grew up 40 years ago and their Grandkids grew up 20 years ago and now their oldest grandchild just had their first baby, and so on and so forth. It's been interesting to observe these geriatrics, and to discover that there are some stereotypes about old people that are, in fact true. Not true of everyone, but for some.
Here are a few of my observations:
All old women have their hair cut super short and get it permed. Seriously, I haven't seen one old woman down here with hair past her chin.
Old men like to where socks halfway up their calves and comfortable tennis shoes (which are by the way bleach white) with shorts on, and yes even when it's 108 degrees. They won't wear sandals.
Old people love those clip on sunglasses that attach to the front of their glasses. Then all they have to do it flip them up while they are inside (so convenient!) and they have a little mini visor over their eyes.
Which brings me to Visors. Old women love to wear those things. Seriously, I haven't seen this many visors since 1989.
And finally, cars. Old people love to drive big- boat like cars. I don't understand this. Maybe it gives them more room, I don't know. But they all have these cars that look like they could double as watercraft.
It got me to thinking about what I am going to drive when I am old? And then what I am going to look like when I am old? And what I'm going to act like? Hmmm.
When I am old, I think I will drive a VW Beetle, or else a mini. That, I think would do just fine for me, especially since I fully intend to be a crazy old lady.
People apparently shrink as they grow older, so I'm banking on the fact that I'm probably going to end up about 4 feet 5 inches tall, but I'll be so old and crinkled at least people won't keep asking me if I am a teenager. Which they, by the way, ask me all the time. I can't go out in public without at least one person exclaiming that I look seventeen. Seventeen. Seriously.
Also, I love to tell Craig the back story on every movie/ Beatles' song/ random thing I see on the street, so I'm betting that's only going to get worse as I grow older. I'll be one of those old women who tells everyone in their vicinity the entire story of their life back to birth while they are standing in the grocery store line, and my great-grandkids will sit through it too, probably smiling because GG Cori is awesome and drives a mini.
Also, the Beatles' will still be my favorite band.
That's all I've got for now, I've got to get a little older to know the rest.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
We walked out into the mild Arizona heat, and I opened the door for my angels (today) to climb into the car. There was a reflection of the temple on the car window, and it warmed me. I looked at my watch. It was only 3:15 and we didn't really have anywhere else we needed to be at that moment. I buckled the baby in his seat, and watched the older two slip their restraints into place.
We are safe in the shade of the temple.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Have you ever had a perfect weekend? I just did. With my dad and two of my sisters. In Vegas. We ate delicious food, lounged by the pool, laughed, ate some more, got all dolled up, saw The Beatles' LOVE, lounged by the pool some more, and then hugged goodbye and went our separate ways again. Yes, I shed a few tears. It was perfect. There wasn't an ounce of contention, not a bit of drama. Just a whole lotta Love. Kinda fit, I thought.
My dad, is the bomb. Can I just say this. And if you are a Meaker girl you will get the joke behind this. If not, sorry.
But he is the bomb. He flew us all to Las Vegas, rented a convertable, put us up in the beautiful Mirage, took us to eat at AMAZING restaurants, bought us seats on the 2nd row to see Cirque du Soleil perform unbelievable acrobatics to Beatles' music. My dad knows how to treat his girls. We all felt like princesses. And he's a good sport too, totally patient while we took hours to get ready...
here's a little taste of our perfect weekend.
together again. i've missed my sisters.
we had to ride down the strip with the top down, but this also meant that we had to pile the suitcases in the back and Meghan sat on my lap. A little claustrophobic, and a numb leg. Totally worth it.
Lounging by the pool. The Mirage seriously has the biggest pool I've ever seen, and acres and acres of lounge chairs, waterfalls, and palm trees surrounding it.
Outside the Beatles' shop, all dressed up for the show.
My dad found this fantastic vintage Beatles shirt. He's so hip and wore it with his sport coat and slacks to the show. My dad is a stud. He kept joking that people either thought he was our dad or really really rich. (it's Vegas after all). Ha ha, right. Well we're waiting for the show to start and the photographer comes over and asks to take our picture. My dad tells her all four of us were together, so she goes, "And who's the couple here?" HAHAHA! "He's our dad!" We laughed so hard. I think she was a little embarrassed. We should have told her we were ALL with him, wink wink.
This place was so luxurious. The food was amazing, two waiters per table, a bathroom attendant to open your door and hand you a towel/mints/hairspray/or whatever else you might need, someone who comes and folds your napkin whenever you get up from your table... I could go on and on. I told you my dad knows how to treat his girls. I am spoiled.
Hanging out after dinner, waiting for the show to start.
In front of the hotel. You can see the sign for the show above our heads.
Walking on the strip, trying to get all the soda through us so we wouldn't have to go during the show. The Beatles are serious business for us.
What a stud, no wonder people thought we were with him. he he he. (Volcano at the Mirage)More moments on the strip.
Meghan is a fox.
Me in front of the hotel, check out the silk shirt Craig bought be for my trip... (i'm in love with it)
Thursday, June 4, 2009
We went camping last weekend. Fantastic. They say Sedona is one of the 10 most beautiful places in the U.S. They weren't kidding. Seriously gorgeous. Pictures, enjoy.
Setting up camp, Daddy and his helpersDiscovering a catapillar for the first time.the world's most gorgeous baby. you've just seen him. there he is.We need a bigger car, I think.Slide rock, amazing.it was a little chilly.Montezuma's CastleOne tired baby, and Mommy.