Solid Gold Valentine

13 02 2009

Rainbow, Colby, and I went to the school today for some Valentine party action. Unfortunately, it was right during Colby’s nap time, so he wasn’t a very happy camper. We stuck our heads into Zack’s class and left right after. But we started out in Eden’s class.

They know how to party.


Junk food up to here. (This picture doesn’t even show the cookies, chips, and juice.)


I thought maybe I could distract Colby from trying to escape by offering him food, but it only worked for a moment. Then he set his half-chewed cookie on some poor girl’s desk and headed for the door.


You can already see the sugar glaze in her eyes.


Pink frosting. Yum.


Here’s Eden being coy with the cupcake ring.

Every morning in Eden’s class, they have a wake-up dance. Eden and her best friend are Mrs. L’s Solid Gold Dancers, which means they get to go up front and lead the dancing. They were chosen because they are very enthusiastic dancers (read: spazzing out most of the time). Scroll quickly through the next photos and you’ll practically see them move.








It certainly made me all pumped up for the day.

Solid gold, baby. All the way.

Lost . . . and Found!

13 02 2009

Zack had a dentist appointment at 7:30 a.m. What a way to start the day!

Forty minutes and two extractions later, he was off to school.


When we made the appointment a couple of weeks ago, it was after Zack’s regular cleaning and check-up. I pointed out to the dentist that his permanent teeth were almost full-grown (they’ve been there a year) and the baby teeth in front of them weren’t getting loose. He directed me to make an appointment with the pediatric dentist who comes in once a week. When the receptionist asked the reason for the appointment, I said, “Zack has shark teeth.”

Of course that’s not the technical term. I don’t know the technical term. But she didn’t ask, so I just figured that’s how everyone described it.

When we met the pediatric dentist this morning, he said, “Now it says here you’re having some problems with sharp teeth.”

I laughed.

I explained.

He laughed.

Then he expertly removed my son’s teeth without causing him anxiety, which is hard to do.

But he never told me what I should have called them.

Zack got some replacement teeth from the prize box for being such an awesome patient:


He kind of looks like a beaver or a gopher. Sweet.

Can you believe they’re the first lost teeth in our family? (Aside from Stan and me, of course.) Zack is 8 1/2, and Eden is almost seven. Crazy.

In other news, guess who was hiding out in the WRONG POCKET of Eden’s backpack.


That’s right. Browny. God’s in His heaven and all’s right with the world.

(Still no glasses, though I did find a missing set of keys while I was searching under the couch today.)

Depth of Field

13 02 2009

More shots from my photo class:


We were working on getting a shallow depth of field, which makes the thing you want in focus sharp and the background blurry. I took this photo with my zoom lens, zoomed all the way out. That’s an easy way to get a shallower depth of field.

Still, in class we were supposed to be using aperture to get a shallow depth of field, not focal length. So I switched to my short, fixed lens (actually, it’s Stan’s short, fixed lens, but he’s good at sharing) and opened the aperture way up. I also had to get in closer to my subject (in this case, the microscope):


This shot, as shown by greater background bluriness, has the shallower depth of field.

Look at me learning photography!

Those microscope pictures were in class, but we had the assignment to take a photo using our depth of field knowledge.


I set this shot up and was so excited to take it I forgot to (cough, cough) check my meter. It’s a bit, as we say in photography circles, hot. Still, I kind of like it. Too bad it wasn’t on purpose.

Meter duly checked, and here’s the result:


Sorry! is the game of choice around here these days. We took it over to our bishop and wife’s house a week or two ago. The kids had a great time playing, and we even made the bishop use the required obnoxious voice to say, “Sor-ry!”

It was awesome.

Have you seen . . .

13 02 2009


This dog? Last seen in Eden’s backpack. One broken-hearted little girl would be especially grateful for her return.

Answers to “Browny” or “Brownie”.

More photos:







Eden said to me last night, “I wish I didn’t need Browny to go to sleep, but I do.” Then she wept bitter tears until she fell asleep. Here’s hoping Browny’s tucked away at the school’s lost and found!

In other news, we’re also missing:


 these glasses. But Eden isn’t nearly as torn up about it as she is about Browny. Her mom, on the other hand . . .