31 07 2008

I noticed this on a friend’s blog, and decided to give it a try. Just FYI, you don’t have to have a blogger account to leave a comment–I’m pretty sure you can do it anonymously.

1. As a comment on this post, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you knew/know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

The Afterbath

31 07 2008
I’ve always loved fresh-out-of-the-bath kids in towels. Here’s a variation on the favorite theme, possibly inspired by the festival dancers:

Too, too sweet.

Folk Dancing

30 07 2008

One thing that always happens in Rexburg at the beginning of August is the International Folk Dance Festival. My family wasn’t one of those that were staunch supporters, but we’d usually go to the parade and maybe one of the performances if the week wasn’t too busy.

Well, we hit our vacation just right and were able to go downtown to see the parade a couple of nights ago. Here is a quick chronicling of the events:

For the most part, shooting straight into the setting sun made the photos look hazy (and I’m not enough of a photographer to know what to do about that), but I think the sunshine made these flags of the Belgian team look pretty cool. And I LOVE their waffles, besides!

China, as always, was fun to watch: bright costumes, interesting props, drum and cymbal accompaniment, and exciting dance moves. (Especially compared to the western European teams = staid and rather boring [Sorry, Tennessee–I mean, France!])

Tough crowd.They had two Russian teams this year; one that was more traditionally Russian (see above), and one that must have been the part of Russia that borders Asia (sorry, those pictures didn’t turn out). This dancer was particularly enjoying himself.

Colby bucked and hollered for awhile, and then finally fell asleep.

I think this team is from Greece. Their costumes were beautiful, but UGH. Wool skirts and knee boots in August. What can I say? I’m a wimp. (I can also say I don’t know how to read a calendar. But it’s practically August.)

These are the people who walked through the middle of the street DURING the parade. Nice.

I like the sunlight on this one, too.

This is the flag bearer from the Mexican team–and, man, could she WHISTLE.

This was the band–how cool is that guy walking while playing the bass?! Sweet.

Zach originally didn’t want to go to the street festival, but he was quite engaged once we got there.

The team from India was gorgeous.

I loved this little girl.

I love this little girl, too. Unfortunately, this is the last living evidence of my sunglasses. I hope someone found them on the ground and is enjoying them, because I’m sure missing them.

Daddy’s Boy

30 07 2008

Colby has a special relationship with Stan. He’s always been a cuddly baby, and he and Stan have always been close. There are just some things that only Dad can do. I took this picture before we came to Idaho and thought it was pretty sweet.

Where are we now?

28 07 2008

Stan is currently embroiled in what I like to call the six-billion-dollar business deal from H. So instead of hanging around home and seeing him about seven minutes every day (and the kids not seeing him at all), I talked him into taking me and the kids home to Rexburg.

[I still call it home, even though Washington has been our home for five years. It’s nice to be able to go on a trip to go home, and then when it’s over, to go home. Home is a great destination.]

The kids and I are here now, enjoying playing with Grandma’s toys (especially the kitchen in the basement) and having clean cut young men at Ray’s Chevron ask politely if they might pump our gas. (It’s SO different from Oregon. There, it’s because they have to. At Ray’s, it’s because they WANT to.)

We’ll be posting from the Gem State for the next couple of weeks, hoping Stan remembers to eat (yes, he’s working THAT MUCH) and do his laundry before it’s too late. We miss you, Stan/Dad! But we’re doing our best to enjoy ourselves without you.

Also–a public apology to my oldest brother whom I made fun of in the last post: he helped me get my laptop all hooked up to the network at my parents’, for play-by-play blogging throughout our Idaho vacation. Thanks, Gregor!


28 07 2008

Here are a few more pictures of our reunion. My oldest brother spent almost an entire day sleeping on the couch, as is chronicled in the next sequence.

He also seemed to be contagious.

If you can believe it, only two of these were posed.

This last one is just a random shot I took of the kids coloring. I love the way Johan’s arms are blurred–“I need to write this down fast!”

Cooking in Siberia

23 07 2008

As I was making breakfast this morning, I realized something about switching to a gluten-free diet: it’s almost like being thrust into a foreign country. I’ve got my tried-and-true recipes, but it’s like all that’s around are those interesting and sort of creepy open markets you see on the travel channel with huge hanks of meat hanging in the open air, covered with flies. So I go to the market and feel adventurous getting an entire chicken (oh, no, the plucked one, please) and head back to my apartment with the plug-in hot plate and think, “Now what?”

I went to the natural food store and bought a bunch of different non-gluten flours, got home, and thought, “Now what?”

Of course, I’ve still got my electric mixer and microwave, so it’s not quite Siberia. But I’m reading my recipes and thinking, “Okay, can’t have that ingredient. What can I put in there instead?” Which I’m sure is what people do when they go to Siberia and can’t get, say, canned tuna fish. They might try, you know, some other sort of meat to put on their sandwiches. Like chicken. Or a pig’s head.

Anyway, I’ve found my recent cooking adventures to be a bit roller-coastery (the rice flour muffins turned out pretty well; the buckwheat ones, well, not so great). I was thinking about it all this morning as I mixed up a flour cocktail I found online (listed as Wendy Wark’s Gluten-free baking mix–it was a sign!). I put together six or seven flours, a couple of starches, and xanthan gum.

And let me tell you something: our waffles this morning were FANTASTIC. I was so excited, I decided to try the same mix tonight in my pizza dough recipe.

Let’s just say it was edible.

Not delicious, but not completely cardboard.

It’s going to take some getting used to, but I’m pretty sure switching to cooking without gluten is easier than cooking in Siberia would be–at least for me.

Call me picky or even a wimp: I don’t like to see my dinner’s face and/or feet before I have to cook it.

Reunion–At the Beach

19 07 2008

I forgot to take my camera to Zack’s baptism, so hopefully some kind soul will send me some pictures so I can post them (hint, hint).

Anyway, directly after Zack’s baptism (well, okay, a day later) we headed over to the coast for my family reunion. Here are a few photos of us at the beach.

This is kind of the first surge to go-and-touch-the-waves right after we arrived.

Eden bringing me her flip flops before stripping down to her swim suit. (The suits solo didn’t last–several minutes later, the girls came back to put their coats on and Zack never took his off).

My sister-in-law Laurel started posing when she caught me taking pictures of her.

Every time I look at this picture, the theme song to “Fletch” starts going through my mind. (Da-da da-da da-dana, da-da da-da da-dana). I’m not even sure why.
My two oldest brothers.
My nephew Johan running across the beach.

The shivering girls

I love these of Eden trying to outrun the waves.

Zack joining her.
And then her cousin, Marian.

Laurel (carrying Lila) and Johan.

Another one of Laurel (she’s so photogenic, isn’t she?)
Are you having fun yet, Mom and Dad?

Brr. So, we successfully ascertained that a Washington beach in July is colder (much colder!) than a San Diego beach in October. Just a little tidbit for your future vacation planning.

Independence Day

18 07 2008

With cousins from Oregon and grandparents still in town, we had a really fun fourth of July. The city put on a fourth of July festival in one of the parks with inflatable rides, activities, and outrageously overpriced food. It was great!

My nephews, Andrew and Alex, pointing at something while waiting in line.

More line waiting with their big brother Jason.

Eden, explaining to Rainbow her plot to escape boredom while waiting in line–

Leapfrog! Or, at least, some form of it.

Eden, at the bottom of the Tidal Wave slide–totally worth the wait.

I love this one of Andrew–he looks like he’s going to be landing on his face extremely soon, but he’s quite happy about it.

I tried to get Rainbow to change into something else, but she insisted on wearing her new skirt.

Luckily, she’s wearing purple panties.

Eden, emerging from the back end of the octopus “ride”. The kids thought this was hilarous.

This is Andrew. “Help! Pull me out!”

The girls decided the real-pony-merry-go-round was worth the wait.

Rainbow was extra excited.

This picture kind of makes it look like they were going fast. They weren’t.

Rainbow and Stan, posing before the dismount.

A balloon sword battle (my favorite kind).

Colby LOVES his stuffed dolphin. I’m not sure why.

The reason there are no pictures of Zack is because he went with Grandma and Grandpa to the car show–and LOVED it. He’s particularly fond of Mustangs.

Later on, we had fireworks in our cul-de-sac.

The A Team sparking up the street

Rainbow doing her sparkler dance.

It’s hard to see in this picture, but Alex’s face is hilarious. “Check me out. I’ve got TWO sparklers.”
The peanut gallery.
More sparkler fun–

Happy belated fourth, everybody!


18 07 2008

Grandma made these cute skirts for the girls. They love them! Thanks, Grandma!