Sunday, June 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Mr Bubble's
Everett's best trick, according to him, is his ability to blow bubbles with his mouth. He is so good at this trick, as so few are, that he thinks he should show it off all the time.. so he does! Super cute and it gives him a silly nickname!
Mornings with Mr Bubbles are the best, he lays beside me while I drink a cup of coffee and kicks, giggles, talks and blows his bubbles. Most mornings he is so peaceful and happy that we just lay around until Dad gets back from work, which is nice because most nights we don't find much sleep!
Looking at this little monkey blowing his milk bubbles as I type I can't help but feel like I have the cutest, sweetest and by far the funniest Mr Bubble in the whole world! How did we get so lucky??!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
HomE = UtaH!!!!
Being away from Utah (aka home) for the last two years has been an interesting journey. The search for a new place to call home is kind of like a corn maze (happy Halloween everyone!) with no destination and certainly no candy. Not having a place to call home can be a vacant and unsettling feeling. Something always seems to be either missing or far too prevalent. Now that we are home it feels like everything is in its harmonious place; the seasons, holidays, family, friends, food, etc. all seem to serendipitously fall into their natural order/cycles-so much so that if you aren't careful things can pass without notice or question. Every other place seems to be filled with questions and concerns that confront the issue as to why it isn't representative of home. I guess nothing teaches appreciation like losing even the most simple of things. Things once taken for such granted. The law of opposition at work I suppose ("don't know what you've got until you've lost it." and all that jazz). Now Gretel and I are making a special effort to absorb the things around us. To acknowledge the simple beauties of Utah, the laugh of a friend, and the warmth of a life adorned by family, a drive up the canyon, a car filled with memorable music and the familiarity of roads traveled a thousand times over, as opposed to monotone instructions of a GPS. I suppose the necessity of a GPS altogether signifies that somewhere in your life you are lost-either literally or metaphorically. Finally, ours has been silenced. As a wise man once read to me, "Home is in the teeth." Also, the first song on our playlist has never seemed more appropriate. Here are the lyrics:
"In Your Eyes"
love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes
love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
