from our little love bug.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Dear Friends...
My friend Amy wrote this letter and I think it's brilliant.
It sums up my feelings perfectly.
Dear Friends,
I'm sorry I haven't heard your voice in years, or seen you in what seems like decades. I read your blog posts, and every article you link to on Facebook. I think your band is cool and your kids are adorable. I love the haircut.
I miss seeing you in person, and part of me feels like it's a little weird that all I have of you now is a couple witty one liners here and there, or an idea for dinner you'd like to make, dutifully pinned on your "recipes to try" board. Seriously, though, you live in Texas. Or Costa Rica. Or fifteen minutes south of me; any of these destinations is prohibitively far. Honestly, sometimes the kitchen is prohibitively far from the bedroom, so I stay under the covers and read "Play Ball, Amelia Bedelia" again. I love that one. Run home, Amelia Bedelia! It slays me.
My phone doesn't get reception reliably in the house, damn AT&T. So I don't call you. It's too heartbreaking to hear you say, "sorry, I think you're breaking up...". Just too disappointing. Plus, my baby stares at me the whole time, on the brink of whining, which is just one metro stop before melting down. It's really distracting. And he won't let someone else watch him so I can talk to you. I don't even go to the bathroom by myself, because he wants to come along. If I get out of bed when he's sleeping, he wakes up, devastated. I don't shower much (some things never change).
The thing is, I'm tired but I'm happy. I like making dinner and stacking blocks, and I don't mind dishes or laundry. I'm isolated, yes, but I'm too tired to do much, so I don't want to. I wouldn't have ever thought solitude would suit me, but I'm really quite content most of the time. I think it's my lifeline that keeps me sane.
I know some people hate on Facebook and, I agree, it's not as satisfying as seeing you in person. We used to sit on the floor and talk, or stay up late because we would be bored in bed without each other. But now, honestly, I'll take what I can get, and what I can get is Facebook. Email. Pinterest. On my phone. In bed, while the baby sleeps.
I feel updated on your life, and I love it, even if it's a little delusional. Delusion isn't as bad as it sounds. I have always likes feeling like I am in the loop and, except for one little person whose every sneeze I have witnessed, I can't be in anyone's real loop. So, please, keep posting. I'll keep dreaming.
I am thinking we would love living together someplace beautiful, kind of rural, but maybe that's just me. If so, I think it'd be fun to plan yearly retreats, but to accommodate each of you, I'd be going on a lot of retreats, and, frankly, I don't see that happening for awhile.
So here's what I propose. These next years, I think we will have to stick it out. I just can't see another way with you living in Texas. But, I think things will open up in a decade or two. Ryan will be a workaholic still, my kids won't want to watch me pee. I'll come visit.
We'll order takeout. Go for a walk. Take a pottery class, or stained glass, which I've always wanted to try. We'll make tea, tell stories about the yesterdays we shared and those we didn't. We'll go to the farmers market and make dinner. You'll convert me to a cause, I'll convert you, too. I'll twist my long braid, maybe it will be gray. We'll go skinny dipping.
I've missed you, but you don't feel so far away. I'm keeping you tucked away in my heart, where the belly laughter is. I can't wait to hang out again, and I thank you for all your patience. It's just that, at the moment, I have to teach this kid how to dance in the kitchen, or he may never learn.
Keep typing into the abyss. I'm reading, and I love you.
Talk soon, I hope.
xo,
Amy
I'm sorry I haven't heard your voice in years, or seen you in what seems like decades. I read your blog posts, and every article you link to on Facebook. I think your band is cool and your kids are adorable. I love the haircut.
I miss seeing you in person, and part of me feels like it's a little weird that all I have of you now is a couple witty one liners here and there, or an idea for dinner you'd like to make, dutifully pinned on your "recipes to try" board. Seriously, though, you live in Texas. Or Costa Rica. Or fifteen minutes south of me; any of these destinations is prohibitively far. Honestly, sometimes the kitchen is prohibitively far from the bedroom, so I stay under the covers and read "Play Ball, Amelia Bedelia" again. I love that one. Run home, Amelia Bedelia! It slays me.
My phone doesn't get reception reliably in the house, damn AT&T. So I don't call you. It's too heartbreaking to hear you say, "sorry, I think you're breaking up...". Just too disappointing. Plus, my baby stares at me the whole time, on the brink of whining, which is just one metro stop before melting down. It's really distracting. And he won't let someone else watch him so I can talk to you. I don't even go to the bathroom by myself, because he wants to come along. If I get out of bed when he's sleeping, he wakes up, devastated. I don't shower much (some things never change).
The thing is, I'm tired but I'm happy. I like making dinner and stacking blocks, and I don't mind dishes or laundry. I'm isolated, yes, but I'm too tired to do much, so I don't want to. I wouldn't have ever thought solitude would suit me, but I'm really quite content most of the time. I think it's my lifeline that keeps me sane.
I know some people hate on Facebook and, I agree, it's not as satisfying as seeing you in person. We used to sit on the floor and talk, or stay up late because we would be bored in bed without each other. But now, honestly, I'll take what I can get, and what I can get is Facebook. Email. Pinterest. On my phone. In bed, while the baby sleeps.
I feel updated on your life, and I love it, even if it's a little delusional. Delusion isn't as bad as it sounds. I have always likes feeling like I am in the loop and, except for one little person whose every sneeze I have witnessed, I can't be in anyone's real loop. So, please, keep posting. I'll keep dreaming.
I am thinking we would love living together someplace beautiful, kind of rural, but maybe that's just me. If so, I think it'd be fun to plan yearly retreats, but to accommodate each of you, I'd be going on a lot of retreats, and, frankly, I don't see that happening for awhile.
So here's what I propose. These next years, I think we will have to stick it out. I just can't see another way with you living in Texas. But, I think things will open up in a decade or two. Ryan will be a workaholic still, my kids won't want to watch me pee. I'll come visit.
We'll order takeout. Go for a walk. Take a pottery class, or stained glass, which I've always wanted to try. We'll make tea, tell stories about the yesterdays we shared and those we didn't. We'll go to the farmers market and make dinner. You'll convert me to a cause, I'll convert you, too. I'll twist my long braid, maybe it will be gray. We'll go skinny dipping.
I've missed you, but you don't feel so far away. I'm keeping you tucked away in my heart, where the belly laughter is. I can't wait to hang out again, and I thank you for all your patience. It's just that, at the moment, I have to teach this kid how to dance in the kitchen, or he may never learn.
Keep typing into the abyss. I'm reading, and I love you.
Talk soon, I hope.
xo,
Amy
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Man, I could have been seeing things!
Last week I had an eye appointment to adjust my prescription since my eyesight took a sharp turn downhill during pregnancy. Yes, I had glasses before I got pregnant but I didn't have to squint WITH MY GLASSES ON like I do now. I was optimistic and thought maybe once I had Mabel my eyes might go back to being bad but not too bad. Wrong. They seemed to be worse! I was sick of not being able to see anything far away so I made an appointment. It was amazing when the doctor showed me what my current prescription was and then switched to what it would be - glorious day!
I got to pick up my glasses yesterday and the drive home was spectacular! Mabel was totally impressed that I could read to her the names of stores and street signs far off in the distance. I was just happy that I could finally see if there was someone in the crosswalk.
I got to pick up my glasses yesterday and the drive home was spectacular! Mabel was totally impressed that I could read to her the names of stores and street signs far off in the distance. I was just happy that I could finally see if there was someone in the crosswalk.
I always giggle during my eye exams because of this:
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Out for a Walk
It was warm and sunny Friday so Mabel and I headed out for a walk around the neighborhood. I am glad we did because this week it has been FREEZING. Mabel was happy as a clam eating puffs and checking out the scenery.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
One year ago...
One year ago Nate and I started a 12 week birth class where we prepared to become parents and made some awesome friends along the way.
April 15, 2011
Nearing the End of Birth Classes
All of us ready to pop except for Jana since Bennett decided to come 5 weeks early!
Read the crazy store here.
Nearing the End of Birth Classes
All of us ready to pop except for Jana since Bennett decided to come 5 weeks early!
Read the crazy store here.
(Liz is missing from this picture...Emerson was born May 5th.)
July 4, 2011
Sugarhouse Arts Festival
July 10, 2011
Our First Official Reunion
I also wanted to make a note that several of us would meet each Wednesday at a new parents support group called Mommy and Me, from 10am-Noon at LDS Hospital. I looked forward to those Wednesdays so much! They helped me through some really rough weeks.
(I'm sad that I never brought my camera.)
October 22, 2011
Our 2nd Reunion
December 7, 2011
Play Date
January 12, 2011
Play Date
the kiddos:
I am so thankful for this group of people!
For the support, the advice, the laughs (oh the laughs!),
and the opportunity to watch these cute kids grow up.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Mirror
lately mabel loves to look at herself in the mirror.
it's pretty darn cute.
she also has started whining like a puppy when she is unhappy.
not so cute.
she also has started whining like a puppy when she is unhappy.
not so cute.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Ringing in 2012!
Nate and I met 12 years ago on New Year's Eve and we celebrated this anniversary with a much needed couple's massage! Grandma Sherrill and Grandpa Kraig were in town and they offered to watch Mabel. So off we went, BOTH of us in the front seats (first time in months) with an empty car seat in the back which felt really odd.
Nate's parents come over and we ordered Zupa's to go since we couldn't pry the guys away from the game and Mabel was due for a nap.
grandparent sandwich
playing endless rounds of bananagram
later we shared santa monica calzones and yogurtland
Around 9pm the Tews had to leave to go to a young single adult activity (Rick is the Bishop), and the rest of us settled down on the couch to see what was happening in Times Square. Well, that was a bad idea because the couch made us all really sleeeeepy. I went to bed around 10:30pm and at midnight Nate came in to give me a kiss. They told me that Dick Clark is still counting down the new year...he must be tired.
For our first meal of 2012 my mom made us Aebleskivers!
They are a traditional Danish pancake and even though
we aren't Danish we still enjoyed these little gems.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
2012
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