Saturday, May 30, 2009

simple pleasures

This year we paid between fifteen and twenty dollars total for one of those yellow wasp/hornet traps, and the accompanying high-powered, long-lasting attractant.

We hung it by our shed, the place formerly known as "the wasp motel".

One of the joys of my summer this year is looking out of the kitchen window each day and seeing how many of the dastardly pests we've entrapped there.

Is that wrong?

Thursday, May 28, 2009

lovin' what I've got, when I've got it

When I was in high school, I weighed about thirty pounds less than I do now.

I thought I was fat.

A few years ago I was looking through some old pictures from that time, and realized that I had wasted a lot of time in those days not enjoying something that I would have given a lot to have again.

I determined that I was going to try to avoid that from then on.

waaay more than thirty pounds ago

At the time I had this epiphany, I was single. I was lonely for the kind of relationship that you get in a marriage, and I ached to hold my children in my arms and snuggle them at bedtime.

Still, I had a job I enjoyed, a circle of friends that was better in quality and quantity than anything I deserved, a very supportive and fun-doesn't-even-begin-to-describe-it family, and opportunities upon opportunities to play and work and serve and learn.

I decided that I didn't want to look back on these years and regret not enjoying them. So I enjoyed them.

I'll be honest . . . I enjoyed the heck out of them.

I'm happy to say that now when I look back at that time of my life, I honestly have very few regrets.

Now several years later, I find that there are again things/situations/blessings that I would like and don't (yet?) have.

But man! I have the most adorable daughter in the Western Hemisphere. I have a job that gives me the flexibility to take care of her (or know that others who love her dearly are caring for her) and help provide for the needs of our family. I have kind and generous neighbors, good parents and parents-in-law, and (and this is huge) I have true love.

So, it occurs to me that this would be a good time for me to get off the computer and get about the business of enjoying my grand life.

If you'll excuse me . . .

Oh-and there's that laundry on the couch too.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

"I say that to myself every morning"

It isn’t as bad as you sometimes think it is.
It all works out. Don’t worry.
I say that to myself every morning.
It will all work out.
Put your trust in God,
and move forward with faith
and confidence in the future.
The Lord will not forsake us.
He will not forsake us.
If we will put our trust in Him,
if we will pray to Him,
if we will live worthy of His blessings,
He will hear our prayers.
Gordon B. Hinckley, “Put Your Trust in God,” Ensign, Feb 2006, 63

I have loved this quote since I first read it, back in the winter of 2006. I framed it (very amateurishly), and it used to hang in the yellow room--back when the yellow room was more like my second bedroom and less like Heather's room. Now it's in the bathroom. On mornings when I'm feeling a little more anxious than I want to feel, I read it out loud (softly) to myself. Then I usually feel better.

A few months ago I took a sheet of copy paper and a sharpie, and wrote in big letters,

"It all works out.

Don't worry."

-Gordon B. Hinckely

Then I pinned it to the ceiling of our bedroom, right over my side of the bed. Many mornings it's the first thing I see. Eric makes fun of me (and I don't mind), but I figure it like this:

If President Hinckley, one of the most optimistic and positive human beings that I've ever witnessed, felt the need to remind himself every morning that it all works out and that he shouldn't worry, then there is certainly no shame in me doing the same.

Interestingly, having that little reminder really helps.

* * *

We're good. We had a lovely weekend, one of visiting family and playing games, picnics at the park, seeing my dad (who looks healthier and healthier every time I see him and is back to smiling with his eyes again), and discovering that we can get authentic agua de melon (and other fresh-as-they-come juices) less than a mile from our house. Hooray! I need mourn the loss of my taco dive no more!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

some poetry, finally, written by me, so happily

The Beanie Girls (a few years ago)
Hey-don't judge. It was colder than this picture makes it appear.

Remember Midwinter Musical Madness? As part of the winners package, I promised a non-birthday poetry post. As you may remember, my sister (in-law) Melissa was the big winner. It's been nearly three months since the contest ended, and (I can only assume that) she has been (im)patiently waiting for her poem. But here Melissa, wait no more!

Ode to Melissa
-by Charlotte C. Cantwell

How well I remember that one fateful night,
When Jacob told me of the girl who (turned out to be) Miss Right.

We sat on a truck bed and he spoke of their dates,
I'd hoped against hope that soon they'd be mates.

(even though I didn't particularly want to have yet another younger sibling marry before I did, I (mostly) put away my selfish jealousy as I saw how much more peace Jacob had in his eyes than he had previously exhibited.)

Then a few weeks later, she was my sister-to-be,
And they came up to Logan, and stayed over with me.

That was the beginning of something quite swell
For Jacob of course, but for our whole family as well.

For Melissa fit right in with our family,
Brother Robert began teasing her almost immediately.
(always a good sign)

And as the years have passed by adding four little ones,
I've realized that we had no idea just what exactly we'd won.

For Melissa's a trooper, and easy to love,
And she fits in our family like a hand to a glove.

She's not much for cliches, so as she reads this I fear,
She may cringe at my words, though my meaning is clear.

But just in case it's not quite as clear as I want it to be
I'll just spell it out.
M-E-L-I-S-S-A, (you have to say it fast or it won't work with the rythym) how blessed I am to have thee.

Not to steal Melissa's thunder or anything, but I have to share Eric's response as I read him this poem (about thirty seconds ago)

Eric: Well, okay! That's ah-well . . .
Charlotte: (laughing)
Eric: Yeah, that's got a . . . . (fades off without finishing sentence)

I'd say Eric has a pretty good handle on Thumper's motto, wouldn't you?

Friday, May 22, 2009

I wrote this at work, but I think I was justified

People who haven't seen me in a bit tend to ask one or more of the following questions:

How's your dad doing?

Really really good. He's done with all chemotherapy and radiation treatments, and is starting to get his energy back. His sense of taste (which he lost as a result of having his tongue radiated) is even starting to come back, which is a relief to him and the rest of us as well. Add those improvements to the fact that one of his sons is graduating from medical school tomorrow AND the track team that he coaches took second place in the state last weekend (and was only 1/2 a point out of first place), and I'd say he's about as good as he's been.

What have you heard from Heidi and Phil?

Heidi and I talk by phone every other week or so. Beyond that, we read each other's blogs, and when we have things to say that are too personal for blogs, but don't have the time to call, we e-mail. They are doing well. Phil is still having bi-weekly chemotherapy treatments, and it's not clear how much longer that will be going on (for more details, click here and here). An encouraging aspect of all this is that the past few treatments have been easier (both mentally/emotionally and physically) on Phil and hence, on Heidi. So, that's been a nice development.

Eden has found her voice and is apparently talking up a storm. They are planning their annual summer trip to Utah, but at this point aren't clear on precisely they will be arriving and departing. All in all, they are living with faith and hope and confidence in the future, and they're finding time to laugh and enjoy each other.

What's playing at the opera company this summer?

Two (actually three) operas (Carmen and a double bill of Cavalleria Rusticana and I Pagliacci), an operetta (The Mikado), and a musical (Camelot). The shows open on July 8, and run every Wednesday through Saturday (matinees and evening performances) through August 8. You can click here for a schedule of exactly what show is playing on what day.

Which of the shows will be the best?

Yeah, right. Like I'm going to give that question a straight answer. My diplomatic answer however, follows:

I love the spicy-ness of Carmen. She's deliciously naughty, and every time I see this opera I'm just intrigued by how cavalier she is about breaking the heart of such an honest boy-scouty man. Of course, at the same time I'm frustrated by Don Jose (the boy scout). How could he be so stupid as to give up so much in exchange for so little? Anyway, I like the music, and (as I've said) the story is very intriguing to me. We have a great actress/singer playing the title role this year, so I'm especially looking forward to seeing what she does with it.

The intermezzo of Cavalleria Rusticana is one of my very favorite pieces of classical music. If you haven't heard it, you need to. Go here, realizing that hearing it live will be about 1,000 times better. If you aren't familiar with I Pagliacci, it's the opera with the crying clown, which is, in my opinion, the second-most recognized opera symbol around (the most recognized being the lady with the horned-helmet and long braids).

Vanessa Ballam is playing Lady Guinevere in Camelot, and I always enjoy watching her on stage. At least part of the enjoyment with Vanessa (for me) is knowing that she is just as genuine and nice of a person out of the spotlight as she is in the spotlight. You know how some performers are really talented, but as people they can be really diva-like and hard to deal with? Not this girl. Not even close.

The Mikado is hilarious. I love Gilbert and Sullivan, and of all G&S pieces, the Mikado is my very favorite. It's just so dang funny. Sarcastic, silly, and just so so funny. We did the Mikado here probably about eight or ten years ago, and I thought that it was one of the most magical productions that we have ever done. Honestly. Generally by the time the opera season is over, I am so done with it all. I don't want to spend any time in dark rooms, sitting in seats and watching anything on any stage AT ALL. Not the case when we did The Mikado. I could have watched it for another month. That's how good it was. (Oh-and Vanessa is in this one too--along with her dad.)

And now that I've (semi-accidentally) turned this post into a commercial for Utah Festival Opera, here is the last question.

How's that little Heather doing?

Here, judge for yourself:

pretty darn well, I'd say

And with that, I leave you for today. Watch tomorrow for the last of the seven posts in seven days. It's the return of Poetry by Charlotte! What could be better?

I can't think of a single thing.

Thursday, May 21, 2009


A few weeks ago, I read a post by a different blogger in which she listed out her blogging goals.  That got me thinking about whether or not I have any blogging goals. When I started blogging, it was more on a lark than anything else. Actually, about six months after I started, one of my uncles called me, saying, "I hear you're a blogger." He wanted me to help him get started with a blog, which I would have been (and still would be) happy to do. So far we haven't found the time though. Anyway, the point of even writing about the call was to say that at the time, I considered myself much more of a "person with a blog" and much less of a "blogger".

Now I guess I'm more of a blogger.

Anyway, after thinking about it for a few days, I've come to the conclusion that I do in fact have some blogging goals. Here, in the order that they popped into my brain, are some of them:

  1. Share that which makes me laugh.
  2. Provide a place for my mother and dad to check in on my life and the lives of Eric and Heather.
  3. Provide the same for other relatives and friends who I don't get to see as often as I would like.
  4. Share the gospel of Jesus Christ. (mostly with light-heartedness and hopefully without sanctimoniousness)
  5. Lean toward the quirky in what's written here. (this is kind of the same as #1)
  6. Write with open-ness, and (more importantly) kindness.
  7. Use words that end with "-ness" as often as humanly possible. (I'm killin' me here!)

There are others, but I think that is almost enough for here and now.

There is one last thing though. Ever since I started the blog, I have had a little internal rule. It is this:

If blogging ever stops being something I enjoy and starts being something on my "to do" list
(and thusly, starts to give me stress),
I can close up shop and be done--

for however long I want.

After all, life is too short to allow hobbies to become have-to's.

Ya know?

For those of you who are also bloggers (or people with a blog)--I'm curious.
Do you have blogging goals? Will you share with me what they are?

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

What I did today

I just noticed that I've posted something every day this week-so far. To mark such an auspicious event, I've decided to see if I can make it through seven days with seven (quality-ish) posts. That will entail a little bit of posting in advance, since we've got "away-from-the-computer plans" this weekend, so I'm making no promises.

But now, without further explanation, here is today's post:


6:30 wake up, after having a nightmare. Upon realizing that it was just a dream, happily fall back asleep.

Forty minutes later-wake up to the sound of little whimpers from the nursery.

Prayer, followed by three minutes of scripture reading.

Enter Heather's room, saying, "Do I have a little girl in here?" Am rewarded by the smile the makes my world go round.

Put Heather on the day-bed. Adjust crib mattress down one notch.

Lie down next to Little Miss Impatience.


Dress Heather. Change mind about what pants she should wear. Twice.

Enter the bathroom. Heather attempts to wrestle the bathroom scale. Primp/Gussy.

Enter the bedroom. Heather attempts to wrestle her sleeping father. Get dressed.

Goodbye kisses to Eric/daddy.

Downstairs for breakfast. Rice cereal with minuscule banana pieces for Heather, brown sugar instant oatmeal for me.

Leave for the opera company, Heather in tow.

Park in the only empty space, about 50 yards from the front door. Load up Heather (in the car seat), purse, diaper bag, laptop, Bumbo seat, and a few various toys. Start the trek to the front door.

Arrival at the front door. Nothing has been dropped. Mini-celebration by me.

Deposit Heather outside my office, where she spends 10 minutes flirting with Grandpa Deon. Get everything set up for a great day at the opera company.

Heather (still in car seat) is moved to my desk, where she spends about 15 minutes contemplating her teething ring. Answer e-mails and put out one small-ish fire.

Take Heather on a lap around the building prior to her morning nap.

Deposit Heather back in the car seat (this time on the floor), facing away from me. Put "baby sleeping, please do not enter" sign on office door.

Listen to Heather cry for six minutes, then all is quiet.

Work like a madwoman, plowing through paperwork in the peace and quiet. (for about an hour)

Take newly awake Heather to the bathroom for diaper change.

Deliver paychecks to various employees, deposit Heather for a little bit of Cassandra (company manager and resident baby whisperer) time.

Microwave lunch (Michelena's Chicken Alfredo) while Heather and Cassandra are playing. Heather flirts scandalously with Joshua, one of the summer interns.

Eat lunch while watching Heather play (with Cassandra and co.) in the next room.

Collect Heather, return to my office.

Nurse. (blinds are down, door is locked)(obviously)

Heather back in car seat, ready to go to Grandma Cantwell's for the rest of the afternoon.

Deposit Heather at Grandma Cantwell's. Talk about this and that.

Return to Opera Company. Purchase tickets to the Mikado for Beverly and Amy.

Plow through more paperwork, return calls to TIAA-CREF, National Benefit Services, and Zions Bank. Send e-mail to Property Management Company, requesting profit & loss reports. (three-and-a-half-hours pass)

Back-up accounting software file to flash drive, and then to laptop. Change voice mail greeting.

Leave work, come home.

Pick up mail (Netfix came today!).

Start this entry.

Eric comes home with Heather. Put this entry on hold.

Sit with Eric on the couch. Watch Heather try to get into the wipes container (she is unsuccessful). Briefly discuss possible options and goals for the future with Eric.

Eric leaves to chat with James. Take Heather into the kitchen. Cut banana into minuscule pieces, place on Heather's high chair tray.

Make dinner. (quesadillas with chiles and bacon bits, rice cereal for Her Little Highness)

Eat dinner, while feeding Heather.

Eric returns, about thirty minutes earlier than expected. Nice. (James wasn't home)

Clean-up Heather, water tomato plants on back patio. Count the number of wasps that have died in this year's hornet trap (nine).

Place Heather on living room floor to roll around a bit. Chat with Eric about this and that.

Nurse. Watch "Move Over Darling" on DVD (this was not our Netflix selection. Eric picked it up at the library last week).

Try to prevent Monkey Heather from climbing off my lap head-first into the floor.

Let Heather to the floor gently. Discuss perplexion (not a real word) with Eric when Heather cries at achieving her goal.

Get pj's from nursery, and a clean onesie from out of the dryer.

Change Heather into a clean diaper and pj's.

Hand-off to Eric for bedtime story. Continue this entry.

Story over, take Heather up to bed. Sing "It's a Small World After All" and "Suo Gan".

Kiss Heather on top of head, say, "I love you little girl". Leave the nursery.

Listen to Heather cry for three minutes. Then all is quiet.

Finish this entry, leaving laundry on the couch, waiting to be folded.

As days go, this one was pretty good.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

And now, a Word from our Sponsor:

(Not really. This blog has no sponsor) (per se.)

Do any of you get emotionally attached to buildings? I'm not talking about the home you grew up in, or the school you attended (where you may or may not have received your first kiss while hanging out in the bushes at recess) or anything with obvious sentimental value like that. I'm talking about fairly random buildings.

I do, at least sometimes.

This is a building that I'm attached to. It's not much to look at, is it? The parking situation isn't anything to write home about either. So, why do I like it so much?

I'll tell you. This building has been home to at least four different restaurants (that I can think of) in the past ten years. Without exception, in this building the food has been absolutely delicious, the service has been quick and courteous, and the cost-benefit ratio has been primissimo*.

My first memory of the place is when it housed a little tacqueria that had formerly been in a taco truck. I have no memory of what the name of that restaurant was, because forever in my mind, it was just the taco dive. Regardless of what the actual name of the establishment was, (something with the name Jacob in it comes to mind, but I might just be accidentally making that up) as far as I was concerned, it was forever the taco dive.

That all may have to change though. Recently a new establishment has opened up shop in my beloved taco dive, and get this: They don't serve a single taco. Ono Kine Grinds (whatever those are), yes. Delicious short ribs, yes. Some of the best french fries within a 30 mile radius**, heck yes. Tacos?


Surprisingly, as it turns out, I'm okay with that.

As you might have guessed, Eric and I recently patronized the place formerly known as the taco dive for a quick Saturday afternoon date.

We had a plate of short ribs, a huge sandwich made of melt-in-your-mouth shredded pork, two drinks, a scoop of some of the best pasta salad I've ever had, and enough french fries to keep us both happy, even though only Eric actually ordered fries with his meal.

It was mmm-mmmm- deee-licious.

Total Cost: $13.85

Now, if I could just figure out what I will call it. "The Island Grill Dive" just doesn't do it for me, ya know?

*My own word--a combination of "primo" and "buenissimo"

**No fry sauce though. Sigh.

*** You can't tell from the picture, but those are overalls AND capris. Call the fashion police, I think I've just committed the unpardonable sin.

Monday, May 18, 2009

this whole post is just an excuse to post a few pictures, but lucky for you, the post isn't all that long-winded (unlike the title)

Heather in January

Heather in February

Heather last week

As part of his fatherly duties, Eric is in charge of Heather's evening bath. He assembles the blue plastic baby bath (which Heather is precariously close to being able to twist her way out of at this point, but I'm not saying anything because bath time is Eric's deal, and I want to leave it that way), places it in the kitchen sink, and fills it with warm soapy water. I've been naked-izing Heather in the front room during this time, and as it turns out, she is usually ready at almost exactly the same time as her little hot tub. So, I bring her into the kitchen, and she and daddy have a great time splashing and playing and making a little bit of a mess.

Then Eric calls me and I come, towel in hand, to pick up the little princess. We wrap her up, and then it is up to me to dry, lotion, and dress her for bed. Before I start that process though, Heather and I nearly always poke our heads into the downstairs bathroom, so I can feast my eyes on the reflection of my little towel-wrapped girl.

Surprisingly (to me) there are very few things that bring me as much joy as seeing my squeaky-clean baby all wrapped up in a nice clean towel.

It's like a little terry-cloth present, every other night.

What's not to like about that?

Sunday, May 17, 2009

united eternally

"The divine plan of happiness enables family relationships to be perpetuated beyond the grave. Sacred ordinances and covenants available in holy temples make it possible for individuals to return to the presence of God and for families to be united eternally."
(The Proclamation on the Family, 3rd paragraph)

When Eric asked me to marry him, I was so excited about the (beautiful) ring and the fact that we were really getting engaged that I didn't focus all that much on the actual words that he said. Two and a half years later, it's kind of a blur. I remember him dropping to one knee, and saying something about loving me, and enjoying being together, and a few other (hazily-detailed) things that I'm not going to share here. One thing I do remember is that when he actually asked the big question, rather than saying the words that I expected, ("Will you marry me?") He said something infinitely better. ("Will you be my wife for eternity?")

I said yes. Yes to being his wife, and yes to eternity.

So, we were married in one of the holy temples. While there, we participated in one of the sacred ordinances and made some of the sacred covenants that are spoken of in the paragraph above.

As it turns out, the marrying part was easy. Our wedding weekend is one of my all-time favorite memories. We were surrounded by beloved friends and family, I felt about as beautiful as I've ever felt, Eric was incredibly handsome, and we were both deliriously happy. We received a living room's worth of gifts, and were able to eat the best chocolate cake I've ever had.

The eternity part is quite a bit more difficult, but ever so much more rewarding. Post-marriage, I find that there are (still) days when it seems as if the difficulties of life are conspiring against me. (who knew that such days would continue to be a part of my happily ever after?) On those days, I don't feel beautiful or deliriously happy, and I'm often tempted to take out my frustrations by snapping at my Eric, or pouting in his general direction. Sometimes I successfully fight the temptation, and (unfortunately) sometimes I don't.

But Eric and I are married for eternity. So, we say "I'm sorry" often, and "that's okay" often, and "I love you all the same" the most often of all.

We say and do other things to help us along the road to eternity as well. After two years and one month as a couple with just eight of those months as parents, we're still pretty green. We're far from expert in the field of blissful family relations, but we do have our days of gloriousness, and we're learning how to manage the days of not-so-much gloriousness.

Little by little, we're learning, and I think we're getting better.

As it turns out, for us, little by little works just fine.

After all, we have eternity.

(For more of my writings along this line, click on the label "Family Proclamation" on the sidebar. I've written about the Proclamation on the Family a few times before, and I'm planning to write about it from time to time for the next little while.)

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

the inner joy of love, and other sillinesses

In my folder of "things to do when I have a little bit of time", I keep a list of things that I could blog about if I want to blog but come up empty, topic-wise. Generally what happens is that I start on a topic on the list, and before I know it, I've gone off on this tangent or that tangent, and walla! (it's really voila, isn't it?) another post out there, cluttering up cyberspace. Handy little list, that.

So, here's my story of the day:

I got my first kiss when I was in the first (or perhaps it was second) grade.

My second kiss came many many many years later, but we won't get into that story just now.

Back to the first kiss, (and the first story), his name was Brad, and he lived on the other side of town from me. Actually, I'm having some difficulty figuring that out, because we went to the same elementary school, and there were three elementary schools in Cedar City at the time, and if he really did live on the other side of town from me, then he wouldn't be going to my school. Huh. I'll have to ask my mom about that one.

Anyway, we used to meet up in the bushes (yes, in the bushes-scandalous, I know) at recess. We would talk there a little bit, but mainly we tried to be quiet, because we both knew that if the other kids knew that we loved each other that they would tease us, and neither of us wanted that. So, mainly we just sat there, on a little bench that for some reason had been placed in the middle of this pack of bushes. We sat there, not saying anything, not doing anything, but just feeling the inner joy of our love.

And then there was that one kiss.

And there was also the time that my mom drove me over to his house (across town, remember?) to play, and he gifted me four red plastic bracelets because I was his girlfriend, and a "Big Mac Attack Pack", because he had an extra one.


* * *

Life is good. Mother's Day was lovely. Eric made us a dinner of eggs supreme (i.e. eggs with avocado, cheese, and dill) and did all the dishes. (Yes, that was our dinner. No, Eric is not a masterful cook. No, I don't mind in the least.) For gifts, he gave me a tripod, which means the next time we take a picture of us dancing while wearing the fancy hot-pink-and-black-shirt, we won't have to position the camera on the edge of the piano. Ole!

After dinner, there were naps all around, and then we loaded Her Little Highness into the stroller and went for a walk. It was lovely.

I think we might have even passed some bushes along the way.

We took no kissing breaks, however.

Sometimes, just having the inner joy of love is enough.

Don't get me wrong though,

kissing is nice too.

And, since I know you're all dying to see it, here's another picture of Enrique the great in his fancy schmancy outfit.

And I think that is quite enough silliness for today.

I remain,

Your Charlotta
(Have you ever wanted to sign a letter that way? Like they did in the olden days? It's kind of fun. You should try it. )

Sunday, May 10, 2009

blessings overflowing

Some of you may have already read this. I'm posting it here anyway. It's fitting for Mother's Day, don't you think?

One of my very very favorite pictures

For almost her entire life, Heather has gone out to Grandma and Grandpa Cantwell's home every Monday morning. She spends the morning dancing "cheek to cheek" with her grandpa, and spends the afternoon playing all sorts of games with her grandma. Then Wednesday afternoon, she goes back and plays with grandma again.

Because Beverly and Wayne make themselves free to play with Heather this consistently, Eric, Heather, and I have been able to have health insurance, food, clothes, a home to live in, a USU degree (well, actually, we now collectively have two USU degrees), and (and this is huge) no student loans.

When I take Heather out to G&G Cantwell's, I park out by the garage, and come in through the garage door to the house. I chat with Beverly or Wayne for a moment, and leave the same way I came in. Nearly every time I leave, I stop in the garage for a moment and thank Heavenly Father for these parents, and the rest of the family that I acquired just over two years ago.

Every once in a while, Eric gets on what I call a "we're spoiling Heather" kick. He talks about how we might be picking Heather up too often, or whether or not we're at her beck and call too much. He might speculate on the amount of attention that Heather gets when she's out with his parents, and wonder if they are spoiling her.

These phases don't last for too long, and I'm glad, because honestly, if Eric's parents are spoiling Heather, I think it's all for the best. I love having Heather spoiled by her grandparents. Let's be honest though, shall we?

If anyone is getting spoiled around here . . .

It's me.

Thank you, Beverly and Wayne.

Friday, May 08, 2009

six pictures, six words






And--when she's thirteen years old
and her parents are still acting this way . . .


Tuesday, May 05, 2009


Let's see, what's been going on here lately?

We celebrated Eric's graduation by going out for Japanese-American sushi, Mexican turnovers, and a little bit of browsing at our local TJ Maxx. Heather celebrated the occasion by spending a few hours being completely spoiled by Donna and Steve.

Sunday we went out to the home of Eric's parents where we were all spoiled by great food, good conversation, and some TV watching. For the first time in ages, I was the one telling Eric that we needed to get going, instead of the other way around. (Generally, Eric has needed to get home so he could get working on one school project or another).

I planted our annual tomato container garden, set up the hornet and wasp traps, and (for the first time since moving here several years ago) bought new ornamental bark for the backyard. It looks okay out there now, but since it's basically a cement pad, we probably won't be spending inordinate amounts of time there until Heather gets a little less wobbly on her tush.

And, last night for Family Home Evening, we listened to this talk by President Eyring, ate rice cereal, chicken wings, toast, & carrots, called Amy to wish her many happy returns, and finished the night off by snuggling on the couch, watching Babe on video. (Heather, having experienced a full day, retired prior to the cuddle-fest.)

Life is good.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Bachelor of Fine Arts

As of today, my Eric has officially graduated from Utah State University.


This is not a picture of him (actually, I don't know who these people are), because he chose not to participate in today's graduation ceremonies.

I'm totally okay with that. As I think back over all the hurdles that he's had on the road to this achievement (most of them before I even knew him), I'm just so proud that he stuck with it. If he doesn't want to go through the whole ceremony with the strange hat and flowing gown, it's okay with me.

('Cause you know, Eric wouldn't be caught dead in a weird-looking hat.)


(you handsome devil, you)
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