Friday, November 30, 2012

Halloween

Have any of you made the connection that I tend to get posts about big events/holidays/whatever nearly exactly one month after they happen?  I don't know what that's all about.  Frankly, I'd like to be closer to a week behind schedule.  But, one month or one year, at least it gets documented somewhere, right?

This is a picture post.  I'm putting all our Halloween-related activities into one big photo dump.  Woo-hoo!

Photobucket





Photobucket
There's a reason for this macabre scene.  Read on.

Photobucket
Eric's Halloween costume was half the work of my talents (the crocheting) and half the work of his.

Photobucket

For those of you non comic-ites, Eric is Modoc, who is apparently a villian in the Fantastic Four series of the Marvel Universe.  (Did you notice all that lingo I used there?  Amazing, simply amazing.)


Photobucket
These next couple of shots were taken by Jamie Younker, a/k/a Livvie and Addie's mom, a/k/a one of the main talents behind InJoy Photography.  Yeah, it's a rough life we have, having a neighbor with such awesome skills AND the willingness to share those skills by including our girl in with her own little brood.
It's hard, but someone's got to do it, right?  Right.  Sign me up.  (Oh wait.  I'm already signed up.  Apparently.)

Photobucket
Good heavens, these girls are fun!

Photobucket

Photobucket
Pumpkin bowling.  Awesome!

Photobucket
Rapunzel gussies up for the big day.

Photobucket
Ready for Preschool

Photobucket
Humoring her mother, who has already taken far too many pictures by this point.

Photobucket
Excited to head out for a night of TRICK or TREATING!

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket
All tuckered out at the end of the night.  She didn't want to go to bed as long as there were kids still knocking on our door for candy, and for once, we indulged her.  She didn't last long though.  Not long at all.


In all honesty, this might have been my favorite Halloween ever.  It just gets better and better, you know?


(Special thanks to cousins Eliza and Rachel, for the loan of such an awesome costume.)

Thursday, November 29, 2012

More than you ever wanted to know about Marilee

When we last left our fair feline heroine, her family (or the three people who were hoping to be her family) were making plans to spay her, while simultaneously trying to discover whether or not she already had owners somewhere in the vicinity.

No other owners were found, and so we (the family in question of course) went ahead and made the appointment to get her spayed.

Incidentally, I was totally wrong about this, but for some reason I thought that the whole spaying thing would be quick and easy, like an outpatient kind of thing.  Really?  Why would I think that?  Why would the cat equivalent of a hysterectomy be something that could be done in an afternoon with no after-effects?  Hmmm?  Naive Charlotte, that's me.  It ended up being a 36-hour vet visit, after which we had to keep Marilee inside the house for a full week (which drove her crazy, believe you me) with sutures that we had to make sure she didn't lick out, and pain medication. A little more than I was expecting, but it totally makes sense, now that I think about it.

Anyway, back to our narrative, we got Marilee spayed, and then, about a week later, she came home with this around her neck:

Photobucket

DRAMA!  HORRORS!  CATASTROPHE!!!

As soon as Heather pieced together what was happening, she rushed up to her room where she started sobbing uncontrollably.  I stayed downstairs while Eric made the call, and when I could tell (from the one side of the conversation that I could hear) that everything was okay, I marched up to her room to console her.  She was absolutely beside herself, sure that "our" cat was going to have to leave us and go to someone else's house.

As it turned out, a family just three doors down from us (so much for our thorough canvasing of the neighborhood) had been taking care of Marilee (they were calling her Mowgli) after some of their friends had found her wandering around, abandoned in an area several miles and two towns away from us.  Our neighbors were only too happy to take her in, but they already had a cat, and it soon became apparent that Marilee and their cat were not going to get along.  So, they determined to care for Marilee as an outside cat, and although they felt bad about consigning any animal to an outside life during the frigid Cache Valley winter, they didn't feel like it could really be helped, and was certainly a better option than roaming around lost and unloved.

So, they were only too happy to get our call, and their Mowglie became officially our Marilee.  Whew!

Photobucket
She likes to watch us get gussied up in the mornings.

As we've gotten more acquainted with Marilee, we've felt more and more lucky that she's adopted us, and that we've adopted her.  Marilee's inability to get along with other cats notwithstanding (we've found that she's a bit of a spitfire and rather territorial), she is unsurpassed when it comes to enduring the love and physical affection of some of the shorter members of, and visitors to, our household.

Photobucket
I'm pretty sure she's thinking "Just shoot me now!"
And yet, she takes it.
That long-suffering saint of a cat.


Of course, even the most mild-mannered of animals will have their breaking point, and Marilee definitely has hers, as we can see by these lovely decorations that sometimes pop up on Heather's face.
Photobucket

Honestly, this is another thing that's been a revelation to me.  As anyone who knows me well will tell you, I am pain-averse.  In fact, there is very little that scares me more than the thought of physical pain.  Eric and (apparently) Heather, not so much.

One night, Eric and I were talking about Heather's scratches and what to do about them, and how to get her to stop loving that cat quite so physically (because believe me, Marilee is not one that fights back at the drop of a hat.  She endures and endures and endures, so if Heather has a scratch on her face, you can bet that it was a last-ditch effort at freedom on Marilee's part), and I was musing over the fact that I couldn't figure out why Heather didn't learn her lesson--that too much squeezing will result in the unpleasantness of having a cat claw make contact with your nose or cheek.

Photobucket

With a knowing wry smile, Eric simply said, "She just can't resist."

(What the heck?  She can't resist??  Resist, girl!!  RESIST!!!)

He's right of course.  She's her daddy's girl, and like him, her love for animals and especially for her cat, surpasses all thoughts of danger, pain or inconvenience.  She just can't stay away.  I can't relate, but Eric can and does.  In that way they are absolutely two peas in a pod.

Photobucket


One last thing and then that will be it for this thrilling cat report.  We've given Marilee a little cave on top of the entertainment center.  This is partially because we felt like she really deserved one place that she could go when she just couldn't take all the loving harassment from the shorter set.  The other reason though, honestly?  Eric and I thought it would be hilarious to have a cat cave up among the stereo and the cat figurines (that Eric proudly brought into our marriage and home decor nearly six years ago).

I mean really, who does that?  Who sets their cat up in one of the main focal points of their living room?

Photobucket

Photobucket


  Apparently, we do.



Wednesday, November 28, 2012

with two golden eyes and a tomato nose

So, awhile back, as in before Halloween and much earlier than really should have to be endured, we had our first snowfall.  Now, I like living in Utah, I really do.  I also love the beautiful crisp look of a freshly snowed field, roofs with a blanket of snow on top and a row of icicles underneath.  I love the smell of soup and fresh baked bread, I love Christmas, I love seeing my breath in the air, and wrapping myself up in scarves and hats.

I love it all, BUT, since spring doesn't fully arrive in these parts until Mid-May, I really think I can and should be excused for not being thrilled to see it starting up SIX WHOLE MONTHS before it will probably be over.

All the same, it had come, and knowing that it would come and that there was nothing I could do about it, I decided to embrace it.  Heather, not knowing any better, was only too happy to go along for the ride.

We took a winter morning walk, in which we pretended that we were ice skating Barbies (My name was AnnaLee, Heather's name was Laura), had a snow fight, sampled the snow (only one of us did that), and built this amazing snowman, using a green tomato from our (dearly departed garden) and some gold-painted rocks that we had created the summer before.

Photobucket

We also played a little bit of hide-and-seek:
Photobucket

Building a snowman is harder than I remembered it being.  I hadn't done it in years, and lugging those big balls of snow on top of each other was daunting to say the least.  By the time we were done, I was huffing and puffing more than I'd like to admit.

Of course, witnessing this little-girl glee made it all worth it.

Photobucket

Afterwards we went home for pancakes and hot chocolate.  Livvy and Addie made their way over as we were getting all that going, and in what is probably my very favorite memory of the day, the three of them sat at the kitchen table, beating their hands on their placemats and chanting in smiley joyful exuberance, "Hot Chocolate for FREE!"  "Hot Chocolate for FREE!"  over and over again while I heated the water and mixed up the batter.  (This cracks me up--they are three, four and five.  What isn't free for them right now?)

The day followed, the sun came out, the snow melted, and our snowman was nearly decimated by the time the sun went down that night.  I'll be honest, I was glad to see that winter hadn't come for good quite yet.

Photobucket
I was equally glad though, that we chose to embrace it before we knew definitively one way or the other.

Monday, November 26, 2012

I've got to get fall up here before December hits

I enjoyed fall this year.  The beautiful colors, the delightful crunching of leaves underfoot, the cool evenings and mornings.  Nothing out of the ordinary for fall of course, but even the fact that I can always count on this for fall makes it all the more meaningful.

Heather and I took advantage of the nice weather several times for walks, jaunts, random leaf burying, and what-have-you.  Great fun.Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Friday, November 23, 2012

Random Photo Friday--everything (or in this case, every one) is better in my favorite color edition

For General conference this year, I printed out some coloring pages for Heather to work on.

This is my favorite of her creations.  I'm tempted to mail it to President Monson with a request that he wear a suit like this next General Conference.  Hey, if President David O. McKay could wear white suits all the time, why shouldn't President Monson be able to wear yellow???

Photobucket

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

tidbits

This is Eric's new obsession.  I tell him the Fresca is just as good and much cheaper, but he isn't having it.  (He's right of course--Fresca isn't just as good.  BUT, it is definitely cheaper.)  If the past is any indication though, Eric will be on to a new obsession within a month or so, so I'm not gonna sweat it.  Photobucket


Here's Heather's dresser.  She got the piggy bank from Grandma Cantwell, and she loves it.  The blue sparkly bowl just doesn't hold a candle.  Truth be told, I'm enjoying it as well.  Since it's not as easy to access as the bowl, we don't end up counting the pennies every. single. day.  Hurrah!

The drawing is a Heather/Eric Church original.  The photo is one Heather found in a pile of old pictures, and asked if we could frame it and put it on her dresser.  Fun.
Photobucket


I was putting out a clean bar of soap a few days ago and I realized that Ivory is another of the smells of my childhood.  Not because we used Ivory (we were generally Jergens or Coleo people), but because at girls camp every year there was a soap carving contest, and everyone used Ivory because it was so much easier to carve than the other stuff.  So now, when I smell Ivory soap, I'm transported back to July days and nights at Evelyn Webster Girls Camp, sitting on hard logs, singing songs about "slidey slidey slidey over everybody's hidey", and "walking tall [because] you're a daughter of God."

Honestly, thinking about some of this, I have to admit--I had a pretty good childhood and adolescence.
Photobucket


The last flowers of the summer.  Heather picked these out of our flower pots just before the big freeze.
Photobucket


Speaking of the end of summer, I love this new addition.  When Eric and I were engaged, he mentioned these gas wall heaters to me and told me he thought we should think about getting one.  I blew him off.  For almost five years.  Then last winter, I was finally convinced, and we used our tax return money to plumb a gas line to this wall and buy this heater.  I think the whole thing cost between $300 and $400.  We didn't use it forever, since we didn't get it purchased and installed until spring, but now that it's cooler, I can't imagine why I made us wait so long.  It keeps our downstairs (which is always too cold) warm and our upstairs (which is always too hot) just right for sleeping.  Plus, our gas bill is quite a bit less.  Heaven!
Photobucket


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...