I go back to my grandfather's lap
place of security, serenity
warmth
vibrating with assonance
vowels
sounds
the alliteration of consonants
hitting his lips
his beard bouncing
tickling my neck
this is where my writing begins
every time when I find that authentic voice
buried deep inside daily concerns
constantly interrupted with the needs of the many
outside of pancakes and diaper changes
outside of due dates and tests
inside that carves space-
hearing his heartbeat
through his sweater
connected with poetry
that space is my well
I go back to my grandfather's lap
to find my voice
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Friday, October 25, 2019
Thursday, June 20, 2019
Grandma's House
I walked the steps
the deck
overlooking the lake
memories
came in waves
large, small
seeing through the glass doors
white brick fireplace
bookshelves
previously carefully curated
half my life
my grandparents lived there
now
sold to new owners
the deck
overlooking the lake
memories
came in waves
large, small
seeing through the glass doors
white brick fireplace
bookshelves
previously carefully curated
half my life
my grandparents lived there
now
sold to new owners
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Memorable events in my Life
learning to tie my shoes in kindergarten
kindergarten circus, paper plate dumbbells, and tumbling clowns
stretching in ballet class, walking little fingers down to your toes
claiming to be the special needs kid in preschool so I could sit in the special chair
Mrs. Jendero reading "I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor" out loud
giggles of the kids at the rhyme of "oh heck, it's up to my neck"
bringing my own snack for milk break- a peanut butter sandwich and hot cinnamon candies
trying out the push pews in our new church building
twirling around and around in my full skirted dress at my baptism
the only kid in the primary choir
after dance class, waiting for a friend's dad to pick us up, we would play in a storage room- giggling to pop, and stories and making Phyllis Dillers out of the Christmas ornaments
Piano lessons- my teacher would hold a sharpened pencil under my palms
making mud pies, in broken dishes my neighbors threw out
my sister losing her glasses in the snowbank- we found them next spring
the bike my parents said was my size- I swear it reached to the sky
story time with Dad
my mother, dressed as a witch- making witches brew for our Brownie troop- she had disgusting names for everyday stuff like canned peaches
twirling around with my head on the cafeteria floor, just for fun
mom said my hair looked shiny
standing in lunch lines
always wondering what teachers did in their lounge
the school got new machines, that would sell 2 pencils for 25 cents
Mom made sure I had a quarter, even though I didn't need another pencil
drawing an oak tree in the fall, winning center placement on the bulletin board with it
loving the first teacher who actually took me seriously
waking up to a new birthday outfit laid out to wear to school
hiding one year because I didn't see it, until Mom pointed it out
it was second hand- I was disappointed
Grandma Hunt making noodles for the soup she made for my sick mother
Grandma Ruth making dozens of Christmas cookies, many varieties, all in one day, spread across our kitchen table
Grandma Ione always having gum in her purse when she came to visit
Grandma Bree- always with beads and a hat, skinny and wrinkled with a twinkle in her eye
I got gum stuck to my fingers, Grandma Bree advised that I used a napkin to get it off, All the adults laughed at me as the napkin begin to stick all over my fingers
Grandpa reading poetry to us
Butter and margarine puns at the Thanksgiving table. I had a whale of a time sculpting it, then would it be butter if I worked longer on it, or was it only marginal?
My aunt knitting, darning a sock. I peppered her with questions about what she was doing.
Ripping the broken tiles off the bathtub wall, so they finally redid the whole room
My life slowly separating from my sister's
Grandma Ruth- proudly showing my the rags she made for my baby. I didn't get it. I do myself now.
Dying of sinus infection, but flying in spirit
Moving to Pequot- nothing worked in the new house
First day in Utah- 90 degree, walking alone along the city streets, independent and free
Autumn Meller- her name still brings a smile to my face-some people are just instant friends
Crisp Cold Winter in Nauvoo
When I was told on for bringing a book to a play- only a fifth grader would be so petty to feel a need to tell the teacher you had a book in your pocket and might not actually watch the play, apparently, no one thought about reading on the bus ride
Blowing bubbles in my Sister's hair, everything stuck in her curls
looking in the mirror after Egon was born, the worn out, wrinkled face, with dark circles and drawn expression- life seemed only to exist in the eyes, suggested to me what I always imagined a hag to be
camping under the expense of the desert sky
scenes of eternity opened to me
kindergarten circus, paper plate dumbbells, and tumbling clowns
stretching in ballet class, walking little fingers down to your toes
claiming to be the special needs kid in preschool so I could sit in the special chair
Mrs. Jendero reading "I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor" out loud
giggles of the kids at the rhyme of "oh heck, it's up to my neck"
bringing my own snack for milk break- a peanut butter sandwich and hot cinnamon candies
trying out the push pews in our new church building
twirling around and around in my full skirted dress at my baptism
the only kid in the primary choir
after dance class, waiting for a friend's dad to pick us up, we would play in a storage room- giggling to pop, and stories and making Phyllis Dillers out of the Christmas ornaments
Piano lessons- my teacher would hold a sharpened pencil under my palms
making mud pies, in broken dishes my neighbors threw out
my sister losing her glasses in the snowbank- we found them next spring
the bike my parents said was my size- I swear it reached to the sky
story time with Dad
my mother, dressed as a witch- making witches brew for our Brownie troop- she had disgusting names for everyday stuff like canned peaches
twirling around with my head on the cafeteria floor, just for fun
mom said my hair looked shiny
standing in lunch lines
always wondering what teachers did in their lounge
the school got new machines, that would sell 2 pencils for 25 cents
Mom made sure I had a quarter, even though I didn't need another pencil
drawing an oak tree in the fall, winning center placement on the bulletin board with it
loving the first teacher who actually took me seriously
waking up to a new birthday outfit laid out to wear to school
hiding one year because I didn't see it, until Mom pointed it out
it was second hand- I was disappointed
Grandma Hunt making noodles for the soup she made for my sick mother
Grandma Ruth making dozens of Christmas cookies, many varieties, all in one day, spread across our kitchen table
Grandma Ione always having gum in her purse when she came to visit
Grandma Bree- always with beads and a hat, skinny and wrinkled with a twinkle in her eye
I got gum stuck to my fingers, Grandma Bree advised that I used a napkin to get it off, All the adults laughed at me as the napkin begin to stick all over my fingers
Grandpa reading poetry to us
Butter and margarine puns at the Thanksgiving table. I had a whale of a time sculpting it, then would it be butter if I worked longer on it, or was it only marginal?
My aunt knitting, darning a sock. I peppered her with questions about what she was doing.
Ripping the broken tiles off the bathtub wall, so they finally redid the whole room
My life slowly separating from my sister's
Grandma Ruth- proudly showing my the rags she made for my baby. I didn't get it. I do myself now.
Dying of sinus infection, but flying in spirit
Moving to Pequot- nothing worked in the new house
First day in Utah- 90 degree, walking alone along the city streets, independent and free
Autumn Meller- her name still brings a smile to my face-some people are just instant friends
Crisp Cold Winter in Nauvoo
When I was told on for bringing a book to a play- only a fifth grader would be so petty to feel a need to tell the teacher you had a book in your pocket and might not actually watch the play, apparently, no one thought about reading on the bus ride
Blowing bubbles in my Sister's hair, everything stuck in her curls
looking in the mirror after Egon was born, the worn out, wrinkled face, with dark circles and drawn expression- life seemed only to exist in the eyes, suggested to me what I always imagined a hag to be
camping under the expense of the desert sky
scenes of eternity opened to me
Grandma, How did you do it?
Grandma, how did you do it?
eight kids, spouse often disappeared in to drink
or just away for work
how did you survive in a culture
where you were supposed to be happy
vacuuming rugs
with frog legs, caught with children's hands in the swamp
you made dinner
how do you keep moving when your husband passes away
what kind of tears did you cry when your granddaughter died
you plead that that burden might be placed on you
instead of your son
God listened
she lived and a few years later your youngest took her place
eight kids, spouse often disappeared in to drink
or just away for work
how did you survive in a culture
where you were supposed to be happy
vacuuming rugs
with frog legs, caught with children's hands in the swamp
you made dinner
how do you keep moving when your husband passes away
what kind of tears did you cry when your granddaughter died
you plead that that burden might be placed on you
instead of your son
God listened
she lived and a few years later your youngest took her place
Saturday, May 11, 2019
20 years
What do you see when looking at 20 years of pictures?
I'm no longer skinny, you never really were
You no longer have hair, I have grey streaks in mine
wrinkles meet at both our eyes
does every wrinkle hold a story of laughter and mirth?
or is there pain buried in those lines?
are the war stories we tell verified there?
What happened between these photos?
twenty years or more
kisses + sex + babies
Homes + Cars + chores
anger at your unfaithfulness
not to me, but to yourself
why could you not push through
why would you not finish anything?
but always leave half done chores
for me to finish, often behind your back
because you never admitted defeat- just quit
rooms left with undone art
full of tools, unutilized
no hope nor dreams of yours
ever withstood the test of time
no dream was worth achieving
always found excuses to why it was no longer worth the work
then why was marriage worth it?
Did I make it too easy?
I gave you everything I had
I wanted you to grow and flourish in my feathered nest
I wanted you to grow into a man
a man who is not afraid to do things
and occasionally do them well
I'm no longer skinny, you never really were
You no longer have hair, I have grey streaks in mine
wrinkles meet at both our eyes
does every wrinkle hold a story of laughter and mirth?
or is there pain buried in those lines?
are the war stories we tell verified there?
What happened between these photos?
twenty years or more
kisses + sex + babies
Homes + Cars + chores
anger at your unfaithfulness
not to me, but to yourself
why could you not push through
why would you not finish anything?
but always leave half done chores
for me to finish, often behind your back
because you never admitted defeat- just quit
rooms left with undone art
full of tools, unutilized
no hope nor dreams of yours
ever withstood the test of time
no dream was worth achieving
always found excuses to why it was no longer worth the work
then why was marriage worth it?
Did I make it too easy?
I gave you everything I had
I wanted you to grow and flourish in my feathered nest
I wanted you to grow into a man
a man who is not afraid to do things
and occasionally do them well
Happy Knees
A simple keys to happier knees
it to wear long johns
when its below 40 degrees
. . .
weak women often have weak mothers
but I have yet to me a weak woman
Womanhood is bestowed by strength-
that comes only from
smashed drams
empty bottles of hope
labors and tears
pains and joys
of taking a deep breath
and continuing to put one
foot in front of the other
. . .
Where did Grandma get the guts
in an age when women were supposed to be quiet
to protect the domestically abused from their husband's riots?
Where did Grandma get the guts
when she was supposed to be sweeping the floor
to go to school evenings and night
so they'd no longer be poor?
Where did Grandma get the guts
to raise her kids with compassion
when the role models abounded of the toxic masculine?
Where did Grandma get the guts
to kiss a total stranger
then she later married him
Where did Grandma get the guts to defy the female conventions?
it to wear long johns
when its below 40 degrees
. . .
weak women often have weak mothers
but I have yet to me a weak woman
Womanhood is bestowed by strength-
that comes only from
smashed drams
empty bottles of hope
labors and tears
pains and joys
of taking a deep breath
and continuing to put one
foot in front of the other
. . .
Where did Grandma get the guts
in an age when women were supposed to be quiet
to protect the domestically abused from their husband's riots?
Where did Grandma get the guts
when she was supposed to be sweeping the floor
to go to school evenings and night
so they'd no longer be poor?
Where did Grandma get the guts
to raise her kids with compassion
when the role models abounded of the toxic masculine?
Where did Grandma get the guts
to kiss a total stranger
then she later married him
Where did Grandma get the guts to defy the female conventions?
Friday, May 10, 2019
Dawn Of Erotic
often, I have wanted to share
the sacred feelings of the erotic
but how without giving away too much
or too little?
First Communion
We took the sacrament of marriage
now, finally alone
we are almost shy with each other
not sure how to touch
to connect into this new world
erotic horizons await
but I still close the door to pee
to change into my neglige
tentative we tease
sit close to each other
we have no idea what we are doing
order a milkshake
then head to bed
How do we fit together?
tab A in slot B
what angle do we need
we try all night
snoozing off and on
between the acts
and finally
as the dawn creeps over the eastern mountains
the sacred feelings of the erotic
but how without giving away too much
or too little?
First Communion
We took the sacrament of marriage
now, finally alone
we are almost shy with each other
not sure how to touch
to connect into this new world
erotic horizons await
but I still close the door to pee
to change into my neglige
tentative we tease
sit close to each other
we have no idea what we are doing
order a milkshake
then head to bed
How do we fit together?
tab A in slot B
what angle do we need
we try all night
snoozing off and on
between the acts
and finally
as the dawn creeps over the eastern mountains
Wednesday, May 08, 2019
Valentine's Day 2019
Styrofoam containers
steak, lobster, shrimp
like my heart
overcooked
underdone
alone I sit
sauteed mushrooms
green beans
a meal meant to share
tasteless, rubbery, cold
waiting for you to come
steak, lobster, shrimp
like my heart
overcooked
underdone
alone I sit
sauteed mushrooms
green beans
a meal meant to share
tasteless, rubbery, cold
waiting for you to come
Monday, May 06, 2019
Memories of Grandpa Don
Grandpa brought home
6 black and white kitties
to catch mice
He grabbed a cardboard box
filled it with sand from the yard
Sit up straight in the chair he said
we were at a restaurant
I lost balance as the chair tilted backward
spilled my pop
his eyes flashed with fire
I would have belted your mom for that
Chocolate chip cookies and bananas for breakfast
musty basement
macrame cords holding mirrored tables
long countertop
holding a menagerie of
decorative perfume bottle
swans, children, ancient
Years later- Hugo, OK- circus town
cement blocks to enter their small rental house
smoke hung in the air
he put his cigarette out
when he saw us at the door
met his new wife, not pretty, but nice
nothing like grandma
shag carpeting
smashed down
orange worn over brown
his wife went out for a smoke
they served us
pop can biscuits with garlic and butter
I asked for more
grandpa took me to the store
small dingy fluorescent lights
brighter than anything else in town
black and white tiles leading down to the refrigerator case at the end of the aisle
the next day we met him at the circus museum
fresh made lemonade
6 black and white kitties
to catch mice
He grabbed a cardboard box
filled it with sand from the yard
Sit up straight in the chair he said
we were at a restaurant
I lost balance as the chair tilted backward
spilled my pop
his eyes flashed with fire
I would have belted your mom for that
Chocolate chip cookies and bananas for breakfast
musty basement
macrame cords holding mirrored tables
long countertop
holding a menagerie of
decorative perfume bottle
swans, children, ancient
Years later- Hugo, OK- circus town
cement blocks to enter their small rental house
smoke hung in the air
he put his cigarette out
when he saw us at the door
met his new wife, not pretty, but nice
nothing like grandma
shag carpeting
smashed down
orange worn over brown
his wife went out for a smoke
they served us
pop can biscuits with garlic and butter
I asked for more
grandpa took me to the store
small dingy fluorescent lights
brighter than anything else in town
black and white tiles leading down to the refrigerator case at the end of the aisle
the next day we met him at the circus museum
fresh made lemonade
Saturday, May 04, 2019
Old Sam
Old Friend Sam
I wonder if he just died
until I see his chest fall and rise
black fur on the floor
always at my feet
His eyes watch me
darting back and forth
to see around cataracts
matted fur shakes
with each breath
Sam
I wonder if he just died
until I see his chest fall and rise
black fur on the floor
always at my feet
His eyes watch me
darting back and forth
to see around cataracts
matted fur shakes
with each breath
Sam
Friday, May 03, 2019
poetry in a diner
in a small diner
my daughter, eating pancakes at four pm
interrupts the poetry I am reading
eternities cascading around me
pause to answer her question
my daughter, eating pancakes at four pm
interrupts the poetry I am reading
eternities cascading around me
pause to answer her question
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
descriptive word play
It was green, the kind of green that scientifically was chosen to calm people and so for decades graced ERs, hospitals and waiting rooms, but looking at it now made you feel queasy and brought to mind the smells of antiseptic and cries of pain.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Surfin' the Web (nostalgia attack)
I remember the days when we could spend hours going from one interesting link on the internet to another. Ah, when the web was young (and so was I). The web was full of amazing ideas and discussions and little communities built up around particular interests and you could actually have conversations with people in comment sections, and because it required a little bit of self-education to get on and surf the web most posters treated each other as equals and conversations remained polite and kind (at least the groups I participated in.)
What brought on this nostalgia attack? A nice little article dating from the year 2000. I bought my first HTML book in 1997. At that time I used the internet for meeting men to date and communicating with my parents. Interestingly, Rebecca Blood dates the first 23 blogs to 1999. Trying to remember what the web was like back when I had my first baby, who now could be in college, is the reason for the nostalgia attack. It was before 9/11 changed the world. But after I met my husband online, and after my college went to 100% online course registration and required everyone to check their school given email addresses weekly.
I remember one school paper on Hamlet that I didn't have enough source materials for, so I went to the web and ended up quoting some of the work a high school English class put up. It satisfied the teacher, although there were no conventions on citing it yet.
Rebecca Blood points out "These weblogs provide a valuable filtering function for their readers. The web has been, in effect, pre-surfed for them. Out of the myriad web pages slung through cyberspace, weblog editors pick out the most mind-boggling, the most stupid, the most compelling." This is one of my favorite reason for the blogs I frequented, most had pre-selected, or even curated a selection of news or articles that were important to me, mostly on subjects of ecology, economy, and midwifery. I even have a section on this blog where I summarize a book on global warming called 6 Degrees. As overwhelming as a change of 6 degrees seemed at the time, there is no doubt we are living through a lot of it now.
I also agree with Rebecca's conclusion, some of the most valuable things the internet does is to allow the little guy a voice, whether it is inside view of a war zone or a sting to corporate media it is what the world needed then, and still needs now.
What brought on this nostalgia attack? A nice little article dating from the year 2000. I bought my first HTML book in 1997. At that time I used the internet for meeting men to date and communicating with my parents. Interestingly, Rebecca Blood dates the first 23 blogs to 1999. Trying to remember what the web was like back when I had my first baby, who now could be in college, is the reason for the nostalgia attack. It was before 9/11 changed the world. But after I met my husband online, and after my college went to 100% online course registration and required everyone to check their school given email addresses weekly.
I remember one school paper on Hamlet that I didn't have enough source materials for, so I went to the web and ended up quoting some of the work a high school English class put up. It satisfied the teacher, although there were no conventions on citing it yet.
Rebecca Blood points out "These weblogs provide a valuable filtering function for their readers. The web has been, in effect, pre-surfed for them. Out of the myriad web pages slung through cyberspace, weblog editors pick out the most mind-boggling, the most stupid, the most compelling." This is one of my favorite reason for the blogs I frequented, most had pre-selected, or even curated a selection of news or articles that were important to me, mostly on subjects of ecology, economy, and midwifery. I even have a section on this blog where I summarize a book on global warming called 6 Degrees. As overwhelming as a change of 6 degrees seemed at the time, there is no doubt we are living through a lot of it now.
I also agree with Rebecca's conclusion, some of the most valuable things the internet does is to allow the little guy a voice, whether it is inside view of a war zone or a sting to corporate media it is what the world needed then, and still needs now.
Sunday, February 07, 2016
Wild Things
This weekend felt like some pages out of "Where the Wild Things are." Where after wild rumpuses he wanted to be where someone loved him best of all, so he gave up being king of where the Wild Things Are and jumped into his boat and set off to sail for over a year and a day and into the night of his very own home where his found his supper waiting for him and it was still hot.
I came home to a loving family from what felt like far away across the world, to kids who cleaned my house and baked me a cake and gave me presents of dragons and bangles, and just had to hug me to death. Some would think I would be coming home to the wild things, but it felt as magical as the ending of the book always feels. "And it was still hot,"
I came home to a loving family from what felt like far away across the world, to kids who cleaned my house and baked me a cake and gave me presents of dragons and bangles, and just had to hug me to death. Some would think I would be coming home to the wild things, but it felt as magical as the ending of the book always feels. "And it was still hot,"
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Memories of 14 years ago today...
14 Years ago today my sweetie and I were married for all time and Eternity. It was an arranged marriage. We barely knew the other existed 3 months before we were married, we had talked some on the phone and had met each other once- he wanted to meet me before I flew home for Christmas, but it was finals week and I had an exam on the writings of Isaiah to study for. He listened on the phone while I studied. Luckily, most of Isaiah is poetry and flows of the tongue in sinuating waves. So he decided to offer me a ride to the airport. Sure, I would save the $75 bucks adn take a shot at letting him drive me.
I wasn't familiar with the route he took to the airport. It caused me to be a little worried, but he did know where he was going and I would soon become a very frequent traveler on those roads.
Well, everyday we talked for hours during Christmas break. I was in Minnesota and he in Utah. The day after Christmas something special happened. Well we were talking we both got the very strong impression that we had to get married, and we both knew the other knew it.
My challenge came in breaking it to my mom that I was going to marry I guy I had only met once. She took the news better then I had thought, and we set a date for June.
Mike was there when I flew back to Utah. He was a handsome man in his Sunday clothes and asked me to marry him (officially) when we got out to his Bronco at the airport. Then he took me home to meet his family. His parents were a little blown away. How could Mike (to shy to talk to most girls) manage to snag a catch like her?
For the next month we hung out with each other and got to know each other and realized that if we were going to make the Temple marriage then we would have to move the wedding date up. So we really moved it up- 6 weeks away. That put our families in a relative panic. But a day with Mom in Salt Lake got it all set up.... dresses, flowers, hotels ect.
The week of the wedding dawned and I quickly gave up on school work and headed up to join my family that was flying in. I don't think school work entered my mind for the next 2 weeks. (There is a reason I got mostly Bs and Cs that semester).
The wedding morning I had my endowments and Mike was there to bring me through the veil. Then we broke for lunch and came back for the wedding in the after noon. It was a breezy March day with lots in interesting clouds and a fair amount of sun.
I can remember some of what the sealer said. Which I consider to be a pretty good feat- he said we wouldn't remember. After that it was meeting family and pictures and waiting for the reception. After the reception I kept wanting everyone to leave so Mike and I could go to our hotel room. I knew what I wanted to do (the thing we kept so hard from doing those last 6 weeks). But alas.... it wasn't as easy as I thought and it took us all night to figure it out. But then we practiced for the next few days- hardly leaving the hotel room.
We must have got it right though- we got 6 kids to prove that :)
I wasn't familiar with the route he took to the airport. It caused me to be a little worried, but he did know where he was going and I would soon become a very frequent traveler on those roads.
Well, everyday we talked for hours during Christmas break. I was in Minnesota and he in Utah. The day after Christmas something special happened. Well we were talking we both got the very strong impression that we had to get married, and we both knew the other knew it.
My challenge came in breaking it to my mom that I was going to marry I guy I had only met once. She took the news better then I had thought, and we set a date for June.
Mike was there when I flew back to Utah. He was a handsome man in his Sunday clothes and asked me to marry him (officially) when we got out to his Bronco at the airport. Then he took me home to meet his family. His parents were a little blown away. How could Mike (to shy to talk to most girls) manage to snag a catch like her?
For the next month we hung out with each other and got to know each other and realized that if we were going to make the Temple marriage then we would have to move the wedding date up. So we really moved it up- 6 weeks away. That put our families in a relative panic. But a day with Mom in Salt Lake got it all set up.... dresses, flowers, hotels ect.
The week of the wedding dawned and I quickly gave up on school work and headed up to join my family that was flying in. I don't think school work entered my mind for the next 2 weeks. (There is a reason I got mostly Bs and Cs that semester).
The wedding morning I had my endowments and Mike was there to bring me through the veil. Then we broke for lunch and came back for the wedding in the after noon. It was a breezy March day with lots in interesting clouds and a fair amount of sun.
I can remember some of what the sealer said. Which I consider to be a pretty good feat- he said we wouldn't remember. After that it was meeting family and pictures and waiting for the reception. After the reception I kept wanting everyone to leave so Mike and I could go to our hotel room. I knew what I wanted to do (the thing we kept so hard from doing those last 6 weeks). But alas.... it wasn't as easy as I thought and it took us all night to figure it out. But then we practiced for the next few days- hardly leaving the hotel room.
We must have got it right though- we got 6 kids to prove that :)
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Review of the last 48 hours
When I was about 10 years old I started having birthday sleepers with my best friend, whose birthday was 4 days before mine. We would play games, eat lots of yummies, and watch movies until wee hours of the morning. We would talk and giggle and generally have lots of fun.
On Tuesday I turn the big Three O, and celebrated that fact this weekend. Mike and I found 3 sitters to take our 4 kids (what would I do without family around?) And we went out of town.
We headed to the cities had a nice ultrasound of our baby, the ultrasound tech noted several interesting things along the way. Here is the arms, and you can see the fingers, looked at the kidneys, bladder, heart, brain formations, noting the lack of any male gentilia (checked that several times).
Then we had lunch, shopped for some pink things, went to the LDS book store and napped at the hotel, had dinner, went to the temple and then snacked and played Settlers of Zarahemla until almost midnight. But there was a movie "Enchanted" on the demand system and we had to stay up to watch that. So finally zonked too tired not to sleep around 1:30 am. We did lots of laughing, playing and eating.
We truly took this morning easy, not leaving the hotel until almost noon. The whole thing reminded me very much of those sleepovers I used to have. Very relaxing and fun.
Our kids are glad to be back together with us and each other. And I need to leave the blog long enough to get Galen into the bath for church tomorrow.
On Tuesday I turn the big Three O, and celebrated that fact this weekend. Mike and I found 3 sitters to take our 4 kids (what would I do without family around?) And we went out of town.
We headed to the cities had a nice ultrasound of our baby, the ultrasound tech noted several interesting things along the way. Here is the arms, and you can see the fingers, looked at the kidneys, bladder, heart, brain formations, noting the lack of any male gentilia (checked that several times).
Then we had lunch, shopped for some pink things, went to the LDS book store and napped at the hotel, had dinner, went to the temple and then snacked and played Settlers of Zarahemla until almost midnight. But there was a movie "Enchanted" on the demand system and we had to stay up to watch that. So finally zonked too tired not to sleep around 1:30 am. We did lots of laughing, playing and eating.
We truly took this morning easy, not leaving the hotel until almost noon. The whole thing reminded me very much of those sleepovers I used to have. Very relaxing and fun.
Our kids are glad to be back together with us and each other. And I need to leave the blog long enough to get Galen into the bath for church tomorrow.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Sunday, Day 5
9:45 am
Well we are not going home today. Ian is getting his dressing off, and more used to being catheterized. I can tell I have written that word too often, I spelled it right the first try.
My personal theory is that they are waiting on his actual doctor to release him (and not just some intern or resident that has to work all weekend).
Ian is playing spoiled prince this morning. He doesn't want to eat the ham in his omelet. But I think overall he is happy to eat and he does look forward to going back to the play room.
I slept like several rocks last night. Not waking up until Mike called and asked if I wanted breakfast at 9am. Mom is taking Ewan and Clay to church. She let sleeping Galen lie. Half of me wonders if Galen will be awake before she gets back. After staying a night at Chester's he might just sleep most of the day.
We had a sweetheart of a nurse last night. A 300 pound younger man. He reminded me of a guy a dated in college. Now days though, I would be less likely to let the weight stop me dead in my tracks. Anyways, it is always nice to come across somebody so sweet, gentle and kind.
Well, That is about all I know this morning.
Have a wonderful day!
Well we are not going home today. Ian is getting his dressing off, and more used to being catheterized. I can tell I have written that word too often, I spelled it right the first try.
My personal theory is that they are waiting on his actual doctor to release him (and not just some intern or resident that has to work all weekend).
Ian is playing spoiled prince this morning. He doesn't want to eat the ham in his omelet. But I think overall he is happy to eat and he does look forward to going back to the play room.
I slept like several rocks last night. Not waking up until Mike called and asked if I wanted breakfast at 9am. Mom is taking Ewan and Clay to church. She let sleeping Galen lie. Half of me wonders if Galen will be awake before she gets back. After staying a night at Chester's he might just sleep most of the day.
We had a sweetheart of a nurse last night. A 300 pound younger man. He reminded me of a guy a dated in college. Now days though, I would be less likely to let the weight stop me dead in my tracks. Anyways, it is always nice to come across somebody so sweet, gentle and kind.
Well, That is about all I know this morning.
Have a wonderful day!
Monday, March 27, 2006
A blog down Memory Lane
A few days ago while packing up some books I came cross a cook book the my Mother in Law gave to me. It was your classic collection of recipes done from her side of the family. And a recipe in there called "Lucile's Good things" caught me attention. I recognized it as a childhood favorite called "Hay stacks"
Now those of you who remember Mrs. Z and her haystacks are oohing and awing. So in her memory I bought the materials and made some haystacks with the kids. And I found the missing key- letting the marshmallow get hot enough to melt and blend in the Carmel.
The recipe made so many of these wonderful hay stacks that we quickly declared our mistake and vowed to invite all the cousins together next time we make them :) And then send them all home.
Now those of you who remember Mrs. Z and her haystacks are oohing and awing. So in her memory I bought the materials and made some haystacks with the kids. And I found the missing key- letting the marshmallow get hot enough to melt and blend in the Carmel.
The recipe made so many of these wonderful hay stacks that we quickly declared our mistake and vowed to invite all the cousins together next time we make them :) And then send them all home.
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