What's the story morning glory?

Not much I tell you, but come on, the blog MUST be updated. Seriously, if I'm not going to clean the bathrooms, then I'd better have something to show for my day. You know what I'm saying...


Just a minute ago it was September first. But now, two weeks from today it's my birthday, which means October will be well on it's way. And once October starts, it's nearly over, with the anticipation of the birthdays, and Halloween. And I tell you what, I feel like I'm going to blink my eyes and we'll be setting up the Christmas tree. Do you follow? I'm a bit frantic. But on a daily basis it's rather slow and steady, s l o w, a n d, s t e a d y.

Back when Kim and Lori left, our favorite babysitter Rebecca left too. We miss her every Friday night at 5:30pm. The weekends just don't hold the same kind of magic like they used to when Rebecca was here. She would show up, make dinner, play, read, put everyone to bed, all with a smile on her face. And best of all, the kids watched the clock anticipating 5:30 on Friday, just as much as I did. Rebecca is off to college now, but we'll never forget our summer with her!



Jane and Ruby started preschool. Monday, Wednesday, Friday really come around with great regularity. Truth be told, it takes some getting used to. I love the dedicated time to run and putter around the house in silence. But I still wonder sometimes if it was the right choice.



When they are not at school, they are at home creating. Often after I sew something, I lay it out to take a picture for my sewing archives. Ruby must have picked up on it. Her latest mermaid creations she wanted to lay out and photograph. Jane naturally needed to photograph something as well. Then when that fun was over, Ruby needed a tutu so that she could ballet about. They've turned the word ballet into a verb. "Mom, did you get a picture of me balleting?", etc. I fully support inventing new words.

Unrelatedly (see, not a word, but it should be, right?), at lunch today, we ran into the Major. It's kind of rad when you live in such a small town, when the ladies and I decide to lunch outside the home, if it just so happens that the Major decides to leave the office, the odds of running into each other are extremely favorable. It's charming. Jane sat across the table from him. Suddenly and out of no where, she looked up and said, "Daddy, you are so, so handsome." Every Major loves himself an unsolicited compliment mid-day. I think we're invited to lunch again tomorrow.







Darin tested his will power this weekend as AFN (Armed Forces Network) was going to show a delayed broadcast of the BYU game. He wasn't sure what he was going to do all Sunday long to avoid looking at the score or checking in on the post game reports. He thought I would agree the only way to avoid the temptations would be if he came home from church and slept until 4pm. Church gets out at noon. Unfortunately for him, I had a few things to say about that plan. Instead he made himself a rack of baby back ribs, and tried to keep himself entertained with that side project. When the house was sufficiently dark, the boys geared up for the game. It was a disappointment to say the least. And I felt for him, I really did. So much anticipation and preparation. Come on Cougars, think of your fans in Korea next time! But I'm pretty certain the ribs were delicious.





On Friday night to make me feel less sad about the lack of a date night, I finally made my pieced tote bag that I've been eying for some time now. It came together very quickly and I have to say I am quite pleased with it. I thought at first I should give it away. Then I decided to call it the prototype. No one gives away the prototype. Think of how much better the second one will be. That's the one to give away! Somehow I still feel guilty about keeping this one. Why is that? I have some thoughts brewing on that topic to share in the future.



And for some reason I'm just feeling antsy. Is it the changing season? Is it the forth coming marker of my age? Is it the race that is right around the corner? Is it the fact that time is moving faster than a speeding bullet? I know not the reason, but it's got me twitching. And fiddling. And starting things and not finishing them. And getting an idea and in the next thought forgetting what it was. It's maddening, or is it energizing?

Good luck to my sister-in-law Ie Li who is running the Ragnar Relay race this weekend. You'll do awesome! I'm thinking of Rachel who is living out her final days of ULTIMATE freedom. And I'm thinking of my sister Sarah who is living out her days with this guy:


at her side. And wish, oh how I wish, I could be everywhere for everyone. But I can't be.

Instead I think I'll go start this project. I feel the need for some fall decor. (Or should I just finish the squares for my epic Korea quilt? Or cut out the dress who's fabric is also ready and waiting. Or finish the pajamas I started? You get what I'm saying?!) Or just stare at pictures of baby Huck...