The soundtrack of our lives.

Mine starts back around 1982 as a kid in a station wagon, usually on the way to our sail boat in the Chesapeake, or to our grandparents house in Philadelphia. The songs are either "I've Been Working on the Railroad", or "My Grandfather's Clock". Any rendition of either song transports me back to our Chevy station wagon, full of little kids, with no seat belts or car seats, but plenty of blond hair and smiles. "My Grandfather's Clock" can still give me chills, and it's funny now to think that it's such a sad song. As a kid, I don't think I knew what it was about, except that we said "grandfather" about seven times as we sang, and I loved my grandpa Widtfeldt and I was usually on my way to see him.

Then, if I'm ever walking through a department store and happen to hear in the background a song by Air Supply, I can actually sing along, WORD FOR WORD. Because I spent many a weekend nights in the '90s laying on the floor of Christy Goold's house listening to those songs, dreaming of who I would hope to dance with at the next church dance...Just go listen to the words of "Every Woman in the World" and tell me you can't remember being 14 again.

Or the song, "Feels Like Christmas" by Cyndi Lauper. Do you know it? With it's line "It don't matter if you're rich or poor when love comes knocking at your door." I can't listen to it without smiling and feeing 16 again. Sitting in Nancy's white BMW, driving through the streets of Old Town Pasadena. We probably needed to get bagels at Goldsteins. Or maybe she needed a car wash (she could only do that in Pasadena). Or frequently we needed to hunt for awesome vintage jeans at the Salvation Army. Nothing says being 16 to me, and feeling free like the lyrics, "Every time I see you, every time I'm near you, every time I hear you, I feel happy."

Or how about "Satellite" by the Dave Matthews band? Did you listen to that 65 times in a row like I did, as I drove off to my freshmen year of college with my older sister Sarah, and my mom. As I recall I had about four inches of space to sit in for that 12 hour drive. Every square inch of the mini van was stuffed full of stuff. Clearly essential stuff. We couldn't have left ANY of it behind. Somehow I remember feeling like we were all mad at each other. But really I imagine we loved each other more than anything else. I like to think maybe we were just stressed because moving is a beast, and change is always hard. And I remember my mom saying something to me like "I'd love to trade places with you." And at the time, I couldn't understand what she meant. After all, she already had everything I was at that time dreaming of having. But now, I think I get it. You only leave home once to set out on your own, and it is a magical time. How fitting that I was listening to that song, because wasn't my mom, after all, the satellite around which I was orbiting.

Songs from Innocence Mission and Sunfall Festival remind me of Provo in the fall. I cannot listen to either one without remembering the route I used to walk from my off-campus apartment shared by Liz, up to campus. Those songs still on my Ipod today, just in case I want to remember the years 1995-1999 and how much I loved BYU and the streets of Provo and the people around me.

Smashing Pumpkins remind me of falling in love with Darin. He had every single album, and for some reason I found it to be such a contradiction. He seemed so calm and quiet, and yet their music seemed edgy to me. But if I hear any of those songs, I can see him in glasses, with a baseball cap, Simple shoes, light washed, slightly tapered jeans, and a green hoodie. He had curly dark brown hair and if I could make him smile, his dimple would melt my 19-year old heart, which was certain I was NOT going to let him go.

There are a few years in there where I was sort of over my disc-man and massive stereo, and yet the Ipod had not yet been invented. I don't have a lot of songs for that time. But I sure did listen to countless hours of Rush Limbaugh and Dr. Laura.

But then just in time for my major years of running the Ipod was invented. If I hear "Under Pressure" by David Bowie, I can actually feel the pavement under my feet. I had undertaken training for the Salt Lake City marathon which would be my first marathon. I took my training very seriously, and never left home without a David Bowie tune to give me that extra get-up-and-go.

Or the song California by Phantom Planet, reminds me of running on a treadmill in my parents garage in La Canada. Darin was in the Middle East somewhere, and the words "California here I come, right back where I started from", remind me of the safe haven my parents had created that I could take refuge from single parenthood from by moving back home to. My little sisters were in high school, and it was good to be home again. I would frequently not make it to the treadmill until 10pm at night. Often my dad would be finding his way home sometime right around then too. More nights than not, he would say something to me like "Wow Annee, you have more energy than I could ever imagine". And that simple sentence would give me more energy than I could ever imagine. It's never been easy in my mind to impress my dad, and while I was only running for my sanity (and maybe to be just like my dad), as a separate benefit, I had impressed my dad with my stick-to-it-ness. And that made me feel proud and strong.

Anything by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, reminds me of running on the Santa Fe trail and falling in love with Colorado. We arrived in Colorado with all of our babies. But we were like little saplings looking for somewhere to place our roots. I feel like that's what we did there. I fell in love with my babies (all four), my home, my friends, the blue skies, and life was so full and blessed. We bloomed and I ran to music.

And this morning after dropping all of my children off at their schools here in Korea, once again I grabbed my Ipod and set off on a run. I wasn't sure that I wanted to run today. I was tired and hungry. But I turned on a song and it transported me somewhere, and suddenly the whole run was one song after another of memories. And I realized how lucky I have been. The songs are just the trigger. When I hear them they help me remember, but mostly the memories are filled with people. And I have so many people to love. So many ties that bind me and define me. So very many people to love.

The "Miss Madeline" Dress

My living room curtains and bedroom curtains remain un-sewn. Seriously, how could I concentrate on anything else, with this BEAUTIFUL fabric, and adorable pattern sitting in my sewing room?!

The girls watched my every move as this dress was coming along. They wanted to try it on at every step along the way.

When I announced that it was complete, Jane sprinted to me to be the first one to put it on. Of course I stressed over and over again that this dress belongs to both of them. But I can see already, I'm going to need a second one.

Good thing I got a good night sleep last night, I think tonight is going to be a late night. But totally worth it to see how excited the girls are about the little apron dress, in a new longer length. Perfectly irresistible for the new fall wardorbe.

I'm off to sew...

Dear Darin-

Who needs a 40" Sony flat screen HD TV?

From the looks of it, all your children need for some family fun is a sweet 7 incher and a bed to pile up on.

Love,
Annee

One giant point for Colorado!

Because, I never saw this spider living there!!!

Enough said, right?!

But, it was a beautiful sunny day today. On my walk to capture a photo of the spider, I turned back to see if the ladies were still behind me. My heart was warmed as I caught a pure glimpse of their bond. I was happy to have the camera at that moment. I hope I can remember the warm feeling that went along with that moment.

My word wall, photographed, as promised for my sisters. No comments necessary. I've been taking a bit of grief that I put vinyl letters on my wall. But in my defense, I think it turned out rather "Crate and Barrel"ish.

I hung the words up on Sunday morning, before church. After church, George came walking out of primary with a little bag of kissables. It's 4pm when it's after-church, and we're all hungry and tired. When George got to the car, he started handing out kissables to his siblings. He was genuinely happy about it too. I said something like, "George, that's really nice of you to be sharing with everyone." And he said, "Well mom, it says "share" on our wall now. I want to try harder to share."

Maybe you want to consider putting the word "share" on your wall too...

Ruby is learning "all about me" at preschool this week. I took a picture of her this morning. When I showed her how it turned out she said, "I look angry, because, because, I was angry. I wanted to take a picture of you. Then I would show you a happy face."

I just thought that was funny.

P.S. Does anyone know what that gross spider is called? Henry and George have heard it rumored about on the playground that if he takes one bite of you, you would fall straight to the ground, poisoned. I'm not entirely upset about such playground rumors. But I'm pretty sure it's false. They would like me to back up my claim. I just don't know what that ugly spider is called.

P.P.S. The only thing more fun than sewing, is seeing your creations being worn. Please click here to enjoy Baby June sporting her "Annee Earnest Originals". She makes the perfect model, whether she wants to be or not!

Happy Chuseok.

I spent most of Friday morning at the boy's school for their "Chuseok" celebrations. Chuseok is the Korean harvest festival. Of course, I don't bring my camera to such events. That would be too boring if I had tons of cute pictures of all the kids dressed up in their traditional Korean garb. And totally annoying if I had pictures of all the tables full of tradition Korean food that all the families contributed to the celebration. Imagining such pictures, that's much more fun, right?!

In George's class I learned that it's a holiday to celebrate the bountiful harvest, and remember their ancestors who defended their country and traditional ways from various enemies over the years. In Henry's class, I mostly ate more traditional Korean food (and some chocolate chip cookies that he told me I simply had to try!).

On Friday night, we celebrated fall in a very American way by going out to the Osan High School football game. Too bad it was a loss for our team, but it was a great night of family fun all the same.

Jane was truly inspired by the cheerleaders and had to test out some of her new moves at a Saturday morning dance party...(never mind Ruby's crazy sound effects in the background.)

A little bit of wandering and shopping off base in the afternoon. The boys finally got to see "Star Wars" at the theater. I got to barter with a Korean shop owner about fake Jimmy Choo bag that I decided I needed. We ended our day at a church party, where we all tried to honor the holiday weekend with our version of an Asian dish. I brought an Asian Chicken Salad. That counts, right?!

But then tonight, as I was putting the girls to bed, I closed my eyes for the first time since opening them, and I saw myself driving up Briargate Parkway, in Colorado Springs.

The whole scene flashed behind my eyelids in a heart beat probably, but I was transported...

I saw myself driving up Briargate Parkway. I could see all the shops, Gymboree, Banana Republic, Pottery Barn, etc. I arrive up at the top of the hill at the YMCA where I drop the girls off at Kids Watch, while I indulge in a full hour of running. In my reverie, when we're done at the gym, we drive on to the brand new and delightful Super Target where we shop and peruse the isles in a nearly empty store. After Super Target we start to drive back home. Headed down Briargate Pkwy, this time with a full view of the Front Range, the Academy and blue skies. I soon hit Woodmen Road where inevitably I'd pass a girl friend out and about, we'd wave, and I'm smiling.

But then I opened my eyes and I'm here in Korea. It's okay. It's delightful in it's own special way, and we are having lots of meaningful family experiences...and there are wonderful people here too. There is something about autumn, and thinking about all the Koreans this weekend gathering with their families, celebrating their country, their heritage and their food, that is making me miss mine.

Good night.

Blue skies in Seoul.

This weekend we drove to Seoul to attend the LDS temple. Saturday was a beautiful day with blazing blue skies. Were it not for the crazy roads I drove on, and the view of the Hann river, I might for a moment have thought I was back in Colorado.



On the temple grounds there is a little house where children can stay and play while the adults are in the temple. The kids all had fun playing with some of their friends from our church here in Osan who were also spending the day up in Seoul.




Thanks to Aunt Rachel, we had a perfect Family Home Evening lesson tonight. She spent her summer in Jerusalem, and sent the boys a set of sling shots. I had been hiding them to pull out for just such an occasion. We started our lesson by reading the story of David and Goliath (or "Dave" as Jane liked to call him) in the Bible. Then to emphasize what a miracle it was that David was able to sling Goliath right in the middle of his forehead, we took the kids out behind our apartment to see how hard it is to sling rocks out of slingshot. It is indeed very difficult. So we hope that we were able to really emphasize the point which was when you are "fighting" on the Lord's side, He will give you the strength that you need to "win."

Hopefully they remember that part, and not just the fact that we were throwing rocks, and got to have root beer floats for dessert!

Thanks for the visual aids Rachel!

Could somebody please update my blog already...

Or do I got to do everything my self around here?! I just can't seem to find the words to describe all the happenings. On Saturday, Darin gave me the day off to head up to Seoul with some friends. I hit the fabric market again. And I also found the girls some delightfully Asian pjs.

Right after this picture was taken, the girls started fighting.

Jane insisted that the red ones should be hers. I told her we'd take turns with both of them, and we would share them both. About five minutes later Ruby came to me in tears, in nothing but her underwear, saying that Jane took her pjs off from her. Sure enough Jane had wrestled the jammies right off of Ruby's body.

That's sort of the way it's been going around here lately. Like on Monday when we had a day off for Labor Day, we decided it would be lovely to finally take the kids to Everland Theme Park.



It's a slightly creepy imitation of Disneyland. Seriously, click on the link, it is almost an exact duplicate, only with a Korean twist (as in all the food is gross). But everyone says it's a great time for families and it's super close and easy to get to, so we decided we'd give it a try. Only it rained, ALL DAY LONG. But we stayed, in the rain, ALL DAY LONG. The kids all say it was tons of fun. I'm reserving judgment until we return on a sunny day.

Of course, we left the camera in the car. I told you, it's been one of those weeks.

But today was good. Today was the girls' first day of preschool. They woke up happy and excited about going. Ruby wanted to wear Jane's strawberry dress (I have no idea how they decide what belongs to who.), and Jane actually let me pick out what she is wearing. They both let me do their hair and we were on time!

As we were parking the car here is what Ruby said to Jane,

"Whatever Jane, it's not scary at school. Just get out of the car."

Three hours later, when we came home from school Jane took her pony tail out, changed out of her dress, and back into her jammies. The girls had their little buddy Kaleb over to play. Here was the camping scene they were engaged in.

At one point, all three of them were singing a song at the same moment, making up lyrics as they went.

Jane's went a little something like:

"About my dreams, I dream about Belle.
My dreams I know. I'm a nice girl.
I like my friends. It's going to be fun."

Her little buddy Kaleb's song went a little something like:
"I dream about rhinos and their sounds.
I like going crazy.
I like going wild, like my dinosaurs."

You can't tell me that girls and boys aren't different! I won't believe you.

Here are some of the fabrics and some of the creations that have made me happy recently:

(best friend Liz's little daughter Grace wearing her "pinny" that we sent her for her 2nd birthday)