Ordinary Day

As I sat watching this I asked R not to grow up. She said she would try not to.

it would be impossible to update everything so ...

here are all a few of the things I have forgotten to mention ...

I'll catch up soon

Life seems to be moving at a pace faster than I can keep up with these days.

We were gone for almost a month this summer. We went to Salt Lake for Uncle Stephen's wedding, which was lovely. Came home and left again almost immediately for Utah again. After visits with cousins and grandparents and some our dearest friends in the whole wide world we left for Carmel, California. What an amazingly beautiful place. Oh ... and to be back on the beach again was perfect. It was so fun to introduce the girls to San Fransisco at the end of the trip. After an incredible trip there with our best friends, the Guymons, we met some incredible neighbors in St. George.

Sadly school starts here in the beginning of August. I will never get use to school starting before Labor Day here. But the beginning of August is even harder.

Now we are in the midst of running club, soccer practices, ballet, soon to be piano, homework, etc.. Life is so busy now. I miss my girls. Something great happened this summer ... they started to become best friends. I think being together so much really solidified that. I loved watching the three of them together.

The start of school can be such a crazy time. But we are so pleased with the girls' teachers. R has Mrs. Kempf and E has Mr. Elmore. Kate starts preschool soon and I need to get used to saying that without crying. I am going to miss my three little buddies so much.

summer vacation update coming soon

Red Sox came to town

It is no secret that we love Red Sox. I mean really really love the Red Sox. Yes, I know ball players make way too much money and are wrongly worshipped. But just sit in any baseball stadium on a beautiful summer night, surrounded by thousands of people singing "Take me out to the ball game" and you can understand why this sport is America's past time.

And there is no team that best represents America's past time better than the Red Sox. I have so many memories of listening to the Red Sox play the Yankees on my Grandfather's radio, while sitting outside on Didda's perfectly manicured lawn on many New England summer nights. Didda, who was originally from NYC, loved his Yankees. Sadly, many of his Massachusetts grandchildren felt quite differently.

The Red Sox came to town for three nights during an inter-league play. We went two of those nights. There was something nostalgic watching our little Red Sox fans, who have not seen our team play since we moved from Boston, cheer on our team. There was so much anticipation in our home the weeks and days leading up to the Sox coming. We learned that Red Sox nation in Colorado is strong!! And we were happy to be citizens of it (win or lose).

And for as much as I love baseball in general it was so nice to cheer on MY team and feel invested, hopeful (and disappointed), and nervous watching a game again.

We sat in a strong Red Sox nation section. Kate still randomly cheers "Let's go Red Sox!!". What a perfect night, loss in all.

They did win that second night we went (13-11), in spite of the fact that our friends, the Albrechtsens, were rooting against them . Dustin Pedroia hit three home runs in a game that went extra innings and lasted nearly five hours. And that is why we love baseball.

Jen Elmer

This amazing girl came to visit for a week. We first met Jen over 10 years when her father and Mike were stationed at the same Army base in Maryland. Her family instantly became some of our closest friends. I have loved watching Jen became the incredible woman she now is. And, oh boy, is she incredible. She just graduated with her Masters this summer, while still teaching full time.

We loved having her come. But there sure were three sad little girls when she left. Hopefully, she can come back soon. I miss our talks.

tri

Waking up at 5 a.m. so many mornings would be hard if I did not have some really great women pulling me along. I finished another tri. I beat my time from last year, which I was happy about.

happy father's day

Little did I know that the college boy that I fell in love with, would become the most amazing father I know.

deductive reasoning - three year old style

K said to me tonight "Mom you don't look like people. You look like a mom. So you are a mom."

I remember a time when I looked like people. I had great clothes - that were not wash and wear. I had MULTIPLE outfits (not just the same mom ones that I tend to wear everyday- sorry clothes in the closet - someday buddies). I had hair that was blown dry straight EVERY day (seriously, who has time for that? Someday I will free the pony tail). Back then I was real people. Although, truth be told, I would rather be a mom - sensible shoes and all.

K also said this week to Jen Elmer, who is visiting (more on that later) - "Fight the power! Mom is the power!" Someone told me the other day that three is a window into the teen years. We are in BIG trouble.

moab

Over Labor Day we went camping in Moab, UT. with our friends the Pettingils and Korthes. It was an incredible weekend trip. The landscape was beautiful high dessert with fascinating red rock formations and deep canyons along the Colorado River. The landscape in Moab is so unlike anything I am use to, and yet I am so fascinated by it.


My favorite part of the trip was being with such incredible families. The Korthes and Pettingils are the type of people that you leave feeling uplifted and happy. They are genuinely good and I so appreciate the influence they have on my daughters and Mike and me.