Tuesday, December 3, 2013


There are marvelous things in Solvang. Things like a wooden shoe at 7 year old can sit in.
Things like a wooden Viking you can make strange poses next too.
Things like real, actual, working telephone booths.

And of course there are a couple of windmills, clock towers, and Danish bakeries. 


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

all he wants for Christmas

Jimmy has decided what he really wants for Christmas is toe nail clippers he controls with his mind. The clippers would even take off his shoes and socks. The trick (that he thinks is most hysterical) is that he never, ever wants to have his nails clipped, so he'd never use the clipper.

He's a thinker, that one.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

this post is full of scathing sarcasm

Dear Burglars,

Thanks so much for choosing our home to break into. The mess you made illustrated that we can always be messier. Thank you for opening our eyes to that notion.

We appreciate the fact that you managed to miss any cash laying around and instead found our old iPod Shuffle and all of our computer cords. I'm sure those will be very helpful to you in your career.

You left the office in a harmony of disaster and genius. The files that contained anything of value to you were cleverly left untouched. The files that contained non-valuable things were wonderfully askew. You managed to trick us into thinking you had broken Nate's otoscope and his surgical loops, you jokesters!

The potted plant (which by the way is the only indoor plant I've been able to keep alive and thriving) was thrown across the kitchen floor and smashed with great flourish. I can tell you take great pride in your work.

The candy jar you opened and then discarded indicates to me that we need to keep better quality candy at hand for intruders.

I do hope you enjoy Grace's clarinet. If you choose not to pawn it, perhaps you can take it up as a new hobby (if your career permits time for hobbies, that is).

Your best work was in our bedroom. The art and skill you used to destroy any and all organization leaves me astounded. We so appreciate the opportunity you gave us to do a complete inventory of all of our undies. The idea of a stranger rummaging through my underwear gave me an immediate compulsion to do laundry. That was fun. Thank you.

I do find fault with your jewelry thievery. If you are so set on stealing my jewelry, I wish you would have taken both black pearl earrings instead of just one. That was a terrible oversight on your part.

My last beef with you is about my pillowcases. I completely understand the smashed screen (obviously that was necessary), I understand the disaster of the sock drawers, I even understand your dislike for my candy. What I don't understand is that if you felt it necessary to take two of my pillowcases couldn't you have taken two matching ones???

The Mom from the Family You Thieved

Saturday, October 26, 2013

What do you do?

This question will be asked of me several times tonight. Almost half of those asking will be successful female surgeons who happen to have children of their own. Meaning, they too are moms. But when asked they will reply they are a Pediatric Cardiovascular Surgeon. My general response to this question is "I'm a Mom." Seeing that many of these women are also Moms, I put together a few responses I might go with as well to the question: What do you do?
1. I go to bed early.
2. I study the effects of chaos.
3. I'm a writer - mostly of lists.
4. I track the whereabouts of belongings.
5. I'm a planner.
6. I'm a personal chef.
7. I'm a laundress.
8. I'm a reader.
9. I'm a dreamer.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Aloha au ia ‘oe

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, Nate and I went on vaction. It was amazing. We saw beautiful sun rises and sun sets, walked on a black sand beach, went to a live volcano and lived to tell the tall, ate a variety of tropical delights, snorkled and swam in clear water, and had as many pina coladas we wanted.

And now after 10 days back in real life, we are tired. There should be a half-way house between vacation and real life.

I'm afraid that half-way house might be called The Laundry Room

Friday, August 16, 2013

the first full week

Today is Friday. We are all grateful. We have made it through the first full week of school.

We've had the usual expected adventures with the start of school:
shoe tying complications
lost lunch box
new friends
new drama-rama
new crushes
new interests
new recess happenings
new teachers and their idiosyncrasies
new bus route
hot temps. exceeding 108 (too hot!)

And some unexpected adventures:
One child decided it would be a good idea to practice whistling in class. Please keep in mind this child has not even come close to mastering a whistle. For some reason the teacher did not appreciate this. Nor did she appreciate the fact that this child had very important ideas to express in line. So important the ideas needed to be expressed right then and there. These ideas were most likely about baseball or Pokemon. Or both.

Another child was reprimanded for reading too fast and too far. The teacher said that no one could read that fast. I am thinking this teacher is not familiar with Evelyn Wood. I am also thinking that if a child is asked to read a novel that they have previously devoured, it is absurd to insist they read only the first 25 pages and then sit and wait. And do nothing.

Perhaps this child should have used the extra time perfecting their whistle as the other child did.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

this just in

A dang bird.

It came in my house. In MY house.

It came in when the ornithologist was operating on someone at the hospital.

It came in because it was actually cooler outside than inside and was pouring rain, so I opened the doors. It was nice until the dang bird came in.

The dang bird is gone. I stood on a ladder with our long-handled pool skimmer. Somehow the bird managed to convince itself to stay still with its creepy claws clinging to the edge of the skimmer while I slowly eased it out the open door. Then the children quickly closed the doors.

Ironically we introduced our family theme for the school year last night: "We can do hard things."


Thursday, July 25, 2013

hilarity ensues

We have overcome our battle of the invaders. We are beyond grateful.

Moving on - Nate and I each spoke in church on Sunday. We of course were awesome (as if we would be anything else).

These are some of the moments from that Sunday meeting I found hilarious:

1. The fact that Nate had once been in the Bishopric came up. Later on Grace asked why on earth we didn't ever inform her of that information. Well, we figured she already knew because she was there.

2. Nate discussed the Apostle Paul. Jimmy asked me if this was in fact Paul Revere.

3. Nate said that the Apostles are not out of touch. Even though some are in their 80s, they maintain various social media outlets including Twitter. He said that Grace often thinks he is out of touch because he mixes up the four members of One Direction. Grace yelped, "What?!?!", (as only Grace can do during his talk) and then proceeded to turn brighter pink than her magenta dress. After the meeting she met Nate on the stand and informed him that there are actually five members of One Direction.

Out of touch, indeed.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

the ugly invasion

Today's topic is taboo. But it has taken over our daily (and nightly) activities that even in its taboo state, it must be mentioned.


It seems that we picked these nasty buggers up at the kids' area at the gym. We only went one time (its the new-to-us one by our new house). The kids' area was not fun at all and it was germ-y and evidently bug-y.

We have washed and cleaned hair, linens, clothes, carpets, furniture, mattresses. We have thrown out brushes, combs, clips, and even a few bed pillows. We have vacuumed everything in sight.

And we have had exceptional family bonding. Each day there is a time that we sit and comb and pick. Nate said its like we are a family of chimpanzees. I will admit - I do feel bananas.

 Last night the kids were up to midnight going under the comb. Then they did something they have NEVER done before - they slept in past 9 a.m. Woah.

I think we are getting the upper hand. And don't worry, we've sequestered ourselves into the comfort of our own home (except for Jimmy's evening baseball camp, but we figure every boy wears their own hat and they are too busy chasing and hitting balls they don't have time to share combs, right?).

You may never see us again, but then again you might!

Wish us luck in this epic battle.

Monday, July 1, 2013


It is so hot here. We are combating the heat by watching Christmas movies. Shhhhhh, don't tell Nate!

Wednesday, June 26, 2013


Do you ever have those dreams where you forgot to get dressed and wore your pajamas to school, or that you had an exam and realized you studied the wrong subject? Yes, thank you, I'm glad I'm not the only one.

Here is my latest - last night the dream was that I had only two hours to pack up the house and move. It was uncomfortably scary!

How lovely it was to wake up and see that we really have already moved. No more packing is required.


Monday, June 24, 2013


We have survived to tell the tale. We moved and we like it. Of course we can't find anything, but we still like it. I finally have my own tub. I love it. Nate can finally park in the garage. He loves it. The kids, well they like it all (except for when we make them unpack boxes).

Friday, June 7, 2013


Jimmy says he wants to grow his hair long so he can look like Thor.

 Grace says he shouldn't because "its not on-trend."

I am now realizing perhaps I am not "on-trend" either.

But me and my favorite Norse-Man-of-Hotness, well we've got great hair.
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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

summer lovin'

We're having a blast.

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Monday, May 20, 2013

like the jeffersons

Remember Mr. Jefferson and his wife Weezie? Remember how they moved to the East Side?

We decided to follow suit - we'll be moving to the east side next month! We've bought a house and it even has one of these:
We are pretty stoked.

Friday, May 17, 2013

the end of the season

Its been a great baseball season for Jimmy.

He's gotten used to his "catcher's costume."

He loves to wear the eye black.

And he finally hit a home run. This is major stuff!

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

an evening of culture

Did you know we have a clarinetist? We used to have a flautist. Then we had a French horn-ist.  They are all good.

Because of this delight, we get to attend elementary band concerts. They are super fun. 

We are sure to bring our Cougar pride with us. This causes us to think crazy thoughts like, "maybe she'll play in the Cougar Band one day."

If that's the case I would end up living vicariously through my daughter. I've read it is not good to live vicariously through one's children. Looks like we'll have to hope for the Symphony instead. 

She's well on her way. You can pretend she's First Chair if you like. That's what I did.

But I'm her mom, and she's always First Chair to me.
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my backyard

It was only 102 degrees yesterday.
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Saturday, April 27, 2013

things actually said by the people I love

This week (very much like all the other weeks of our lives) was full of interesting conversations. Here for your reading pleasure is a list of what was said and who said it.

1. While helping Grace and her friend with the Invention Project, Nate said, "Well [girls], you certainly have assembled this in a very interesting manner." I think what he was referring to was the interesting manner in which their 5th grade minds put together what his doctor mind could not comprehend.

2. While running a late errand to the hardware store (yes, you are right, it was to get a necessary item for the assembly of The Invention), Grace asked Nate if they could stop at the library "real quick." I had already asked them not to do so because it was late (and because there was some serious assembly remaining on the project). Nate said "no, because Mom already asked us not too." And then Grace responded with, "Is she your mom too?" 

I sense some sass in that one...

Jimmy has been playing catcher lately. I think he may have a future as the next Yadier Molina. He however feels differently (and I quote),"Dad, this catcher's costume is very uncomfortable."

And as for me? I never say anything silly...


Thursday, April 18, 2013

a simpler time would be nice

The world is nuts. And these darlings are growing up in it. The messages they receive at school, on the play ground, in the cafeteria, while waiting in line for class are often negative and dark.

This week has been full of some eye-opening situations.

We try so hard to keep our home a safe place for these guys. A place where they can be themselves and do their thing and not worry about all that junk out in the world. Perhaps our home is rather old-fashioned. One may even suggest a trend toward Mayberry (though there is no Aunt Bea in sight).

Please, darlings, retain your innocence. Please always love to play with your Pokemon cards. Please always be more interested in birds of prey, in radio waves, in your argument whether Infinity is a true number or not, instead of all of that cattiness that seems to be prevalent on the playground. Please continue to fight over who gets to read Calvin and Hobbes first. Please still love Phineas and Ferb. Please ask us about chromosomes and Shakespeare and argue the pros and cons of the metric system verses the English system of measurement. Please dig for dinosaur bones in the yard. Please swing in the hammock and hunt for lady bugs. Please ask me to make cookies. Please sneak a bit of dough when I'm not looking. Please tell me your jokes, your dreams, and your fears.

And please know that You are special, that Mom and Dad are so happy You are in our lives and are our child. Please always remember You are a Child of God.