Friday, January 15, 2010


Hannah is sick again today. She was sick yesterday too, and last night I was up until the wee hours with her, rubbing her feverish forehead and reading to her from "The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe." During which time she used both of the following phrases: "Mom, I don't feel very well," and "Who is the author of this book?" It seems my daughter may have mastered the English language entirely at the age of five.

This morning we slept in a little. Hannah is still in bed. The rascals (aka Carter and Ethan) tromped into my room, mussy haired heads and all at 8 am, just to inform me that they were, in fact, awake. I heard them tromp back down the hall, into their bedroom, and onto their bunk beds. I could hear them romping around for a minute or so before Carter made the customary morning trip to the bathroom, accompanied by Ethan of course. I got up when I heard Hannah crying about someone turning the light to the Jack and Jill bathroom on and off, on and off. It was Ethan. He was pushing the light switch up and down with his fat little fingers, perfect glee evident on his chubby little booger covered face. I thought I could maybe nibble him down to nothing right there.

When they were done with the bathroom I followed the boys out to the kitchen, got Hannah a drink and took it back to her, sprawled out on her bed in feverish misery. I asked her if she wanted to come and lay on the couch. She said no, which means she feels really really bad. I think we'll be taking a drive to pediatrics today.

When I came back out into the kitchen Ethan was holding his chubby hand up to his eye and crying. Carter said he poked Ethan's eye, "but it was just an accident." I believed him because Ethan concurred with his overemphasized nod. (Craig alone knows what that means) Of course this meant Ethan wanted to be held and snuggle his face into my chest then sit up every thirty seconds or so with a Popeye like expression and show me his war wound by pointing with that same little candy corn finger. In the meantime, Carter was busy at work, pulling his apron down, the one Craig painted horses and tanks on for him, having me tie it, and informing me that he was going to "cook Ethan breakfast, but not use the oven." When Ethan felt better he climbed down off my lap and I sat on the couch with my chin on the armrest watching Carter's cowlick bob in and out of view behind the counter, as he pulled the bowls down, took them over to the pantry, fished the Cheerios out from the cupboard, retrieved the milk from the fridge, and got two adult size spoons from the drawer. Everything set gently on the floor he shook the Cheerios into the bowl, twisted off the milk cap and carefully poured it into the bowls. The milk that is, not the cap.

When he was done, and it was clear that Ethan would rather eat at the table instead of the floor, Carter obliged, with a whispered "oops," when he spilled two Cheerios on the table.

They're running around playing cowboys right now, with their little handmade toy guns with their names carved in the size. Their little mouths are firing out the word "pchew!" every time the gun fires. Carter still has his apron on. He asked to go outside and when I said it was a little chilly and did he want a jacket, he replied, "that's okay, I have my apron."

The milk and Cheerios are still sitting on the floor by the pantry.

Man I love my kids.

Monday, January 11, 2010

what's the weather?

apparently the whole nation is experiencing a major cold streak.
it's 72 degrees and sunny today.
we are so weather immune down here.
i love it.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

the winner.


here's what you do now...
Send me an email at (sophiesroom6(at)gmail(dot)com
let me know: which one you want and what size (very important)
and your mailing address (also very important)

Friday, January 8, 2010

to clear it up.

just to clarify the post from my birthday. I did know Craig before he came to pick us up that night. He was my hometeacher for a semester, but we knew his roommate Bryce a little better. We were friends, sort of. After he picked us up that night, we started hanging out all the time, and the rest is history...

ps. today is the last day to sign up for the giveaway. I'll announce the winner tomorrow. go here

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Just a reminder... have one more day to enter the sophie's room giveaway! go here to enter!!!

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


Seven years ago I was 20. I had a horrible sore throat, probably the worst of my life, and I spent the day on an airplane and then on a bus getting back up to school at BYU-I. I could hardly breath in the Las Vegas airport, the air was so dry and my throat burned so bad. When we got to Salt Lake, my roommate Rochelle and I were STARVING. We had a 5 hour bus ride ahead of us and we also didn't realize the only food available at the Salt lake airport is after you pass security. So we rushed down to get our bags and locked ourselves out from the food. Nice. We ordered a pizza and had it delivered to the airport where we sat and ate it on napkins and drank soda from the vending machines, and laughed with the other BYU-Idahoans waiting to take the shuttle. It was hilarious. When we got close to Rexburg we noticed that there was probably 3 feet of snow on the ground. We each had two LARGE suitcases, plus a carry-on, and about a mile to walk from the shuttle drop off to our apartment. Rochelle made a phone call. When we got to Rexburg a red-head and his roommate pulled up in an old car, a couple of friends who were thankfully willing give us a ride home. That was maybe the best birthday present I have ever gotten. I'm from California, I was not looking forward to trekking through the snow with a suitcase, but that's not why. That red head, was Bryce, my husband's best friend. His roommate, was my husband.
Before I turned 21, I was married and pregnant.

I was sick on that birthday too, but it was a different kind.

A lot can change in a year. A lot can change in seven. I wonder what this year with bring?

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

prima ballerina.

hannah started ballet today.
holy flashback.
3 thoughts: did she get this old? did i get this old? i mean, i'm turning 27 tomorrow, that's way too close to 30.
3. she is delicious.
modeling the leo. intimidated.

quietly thoughtful.

calm, but excited.

the end.
(sorry, you can't have her, she's mine)
*enter devilish laugh, mwahhahaha...

Monday, January 4, 2010

Sophie's Room giveaway

I've started doing some clothing for baby girls, and little girls on my etsy shop. This giveaway is a chance to win either:

the rosette tee for little girls.
or the rosette onesie for baby girls.

I'll be giving one of these babies away. One person will win, and then let me know which one they'd like and in what size.

Here's how you enter:

Go to my etsy shop and leave a comment telling me what your favorite item is. (gets you one entry)

post a link to the giveaway on your blog or facebook, leave a comment letting me know (gets you a second entry)

grab my etsy shop button and post it on your blog, leave a comment letting me know (gets you a third entry)

contest ends this Friday Jan. 8th
good luck!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

me and wyatt earp.

Our trip to Tombstone, AZ.
(this is for you dad)
outside the OK Corral

Watching the Historama about Tombstone. Craig and Mini-Craig

Ethan, showing us how Earp whipped those Bad guys into shape,

then flirting with the girls behind us in line while we waited for the gun show.

the actual spot "where they fell"
cool and kind of eerie to be standing there.

waiting for the show to start

Ethan didn't like it when one of the characters charged in and fired off his gun very suddenly. He kept that expression for the rest of the show.

In the corral.

All tuckered out.

Thank Goodness for Denny's.

And their kid's milkshakes...

the end.

ps. posting another giveaway tomorrow... come back.