Sunday, October 24, 2010
For about a year he's been searching for a CD by The Cars. Apparently, The Cars are no longer in high demand - - don't these stores know that some of us are still living in the 80s? Musically speaking, of course. Well thank goodness for the internet. I got him The Cars Greatest Hits on Amazon and a little portable speaker system to play his Ipod on.
We also made Chicken Cordon Bleu and baked potatoes for dinner and my mom's oatmeal cinnamon nutmeg cake w/ brown sugar coconut frosting for dinner. So even though we didn't do anything too exciting, it was still a good birthday for homebodies like us.
And I know it's kind of yicky to say so, but I think my man is the sexiest 42 year old I've ever seen. He's still totally hot. Case in point:
Not to mention, he's an exceptional human being. Fierce, I'm telling ya.
Posted by Ann H at 7:06 PM
Friday, October 22, 2010
Luke says the funniest things, and I really should write them down more often. He said something the other day that totally CRACKED. ME. UP.
As Marty was heading out the door to help chaperon a church young women's activity, Luke wanted to know where he was going.
I don't know how you can argue with that logic, frankly.
Posted by Ann H at 9:15 PM
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
....but Allison wasn't too sure she wanted to cooperate. At one point, her older brother Dallin stepped into the picture and was being so cute that I took a bunch of photos of him - I think, because the shoot wasn't about him and there was absolutely no pressure, he really turned on the charm.
We borrowed a bubble machine for Allison's shoot, but my favorite bubble pic is this one:
I wish I could have gotten one a half second sooner, too. That bubble was HUGE. I'm sure it didn't taste too good, but Dallin didn't care. He was in the moment, being a child, having a great time.
It's so fun to watch Jenna's kids grow, and having them around - they're like family.
Posted by Ann H at 3:21 PM
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I probably saw this clip on Sesame Street during the mid to late 70s and have never forgotten it. I give lessons to a gal who has alpacas and every time I see her alpacas, I sing this little song in my head. The other day I decided to look it up on YouTube and see if I could find it - and sure enough, there it was!
So here are the questions that come to mind as I watch this again after 30 years have gone by:
- How did this girl come to have a pet llama in the city of Manhattan?
- Why wasn't she accompanied by a parent?
- Why do she and the llama have the same teeth?
- Why, being Sesame Street, did they compose the song with incorrect grammar: "Me and My LLama"?
I'm tellin' ya, you just never know what's going to show up on my blog.
Posted by Ann H at 5:32 PM
Monday, October 11, 2010
She wanted it "this short", she told me as she held it between her fingers. And the length kept getting shorter every time I told her how much I didn't want her to cut it. That's what I get. Always before - we've done this about three times before - I haven't said a thing, I've just cut it. But this time I was really feeling strongly about her keeping it long. And then I get, "But Mom, it's my hair!" And I figure, there might come a time when she want it purple, or heaven forbid, blond, and that's when I'll really have to make my stand.
So for now, I just gave in and cut it - and it's SO SHORT. Shorter than it's ever been before.
But even though I'm not too happy about it, I still had to take pictures to document. And of course, with a face like this, she's not exactly hideous.
But man, sometimes I just don't understand her. And I'm sure the feeling's mutual. Good thing we kinda like each other. Our mantra: We're the only girls in the whole family.
(This last photo was a special request by Brynn - don't mind the grubby crocs, she wanted to wear her Sunday shoes, but I told her they wouldn't show in hair photos.)
Posted by Ann H at 10:48 PM
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Before digital photography, before I even had a decent film camera, I took lots of snapshots of my kids that were um... of less than stellar quality.
Nowadays, I am able to take pictures that look like this:
But today, while I was watching Conference, I started going through a bunch of old family photos to put them in albums, and I found pictures like this:
And my heart melted......
How sweet! My two little munchkins tormenting our new - already half-feral kitty, Taffy.
I love the jammies and the rumpled bed, and even the Vaseline jar sitting by the ancient clock radio that I bought with my babysitting money when I was 10 and used until I was about 34. (Back in the days before I knew that petroleum jelly was pure evil.)
And then I found the next one in the series:
That HAIR! And those blue jammies that were once her big brother's - soft little terry cloth sleepers with snaps up the leg. I can practically feel how snuggly she was in those. And my cute Jaxon with his perpetually red cheeks and sweet smile.
I love these! I'm so glad I have them and that I took so many crappy pictures. And I realized that photos don't have to be perfectly lit and properly exposed to be heirlooms, and in fact, usually the everyday-messy hair-moments are the most treasured.
So here's to all our crappy photos and the beautiful memories they keep.
Posted by Ann H at 4:33 PM