Two Lips

27 04 2010

Since we were already up north (northern Washington, Candice . . . although New Zealand would be a sweet SPRING BREAK! trip) we decided to hit the tulip festival while we were up there. Not only that, we got to meet some of our very best friends and go with them!

Tulips and good friends–a winning combination if there ever was one.

Add in mud puddles . . . and it’s heaven! This is a shot taken from the hip right after Eden took a spill, since I was carrying one little guy who didn’t think the mud was so heavenly. This was right at the point where the kids stopped avoiding the mud puddles and started jumping into them. By the end, the kids were all completely filthy (and completely happy) and my back ached all the way to Winnemucca.  

Here’s to RoozenGaarde! Hopefully we can go again next year. (Please keep in mind that I had been camping, and washed my hair in the sink that morning. Thanks for understanding.)


22 04 2010

I don’t know why I always have to capitalize and exclamatize SPRING BREAK!, but apparently it’s just something I have to do. I’ve tried to stop, but my fingers rebel against my wishes and do it anyway.

I was going to put witty captions–we did a little of this and a little of that–but I just had a bike-riding casualty come in from outside. Make up your own captions.



20 04 2010

I’m experiencing high school deja vu, where I’d leave three pages in my journal to tell about all the hilarious stuff that happened on the band trip because I didn’t have time to write it while I was on the trip itself, and I was sure I’d be able to find an hour sometime to jot down everything that had happened. Except stuff was still happening, and so now I have these blank spots in my journal with cipher-ish notes in a little box: “Honor band, Pocatello, vibrato, long-haired guy, percussionist, toga, ice maker, Arby’s.” And that’s it.

It’s about ten times crazier now, but I still find myself procrastinating the day of my blog authorship. And I got bronchitis along the way somewhere, so every extra particle of energy left over after kids and school and minimal housekeeping has been spent on other things, like obtaining the necessary oxygen to sustain life. (And, yes, I’m being slightly melodramatic. But only slightly. I have been tired.)

After a break, I get caught in the ‘Where do I begin?’ cycle, which is a vicious trap. I can’t do it. I’m going to post, but it’s not going to make much sense and it will probably feel random and I think it will be mostly pictures (because that’s what my family keeps asking for, since they can look at pictures much faster than wading through my wordy prose). I will try to make it more understandable than the vibrato-ice maker-toga-Arby’s list, but I can’t make any guarantees.

Eden-berg, before.

Eden-berg: after.

I’m jealous.

Someone else needed a haircut, but he was a bit harder to convince. I finally tricked him into it on Sunday, telling him he either had to get back into the (by this time cold) shower and wash his hair, or I was cutting it off.

Warmth wins!

Speaking of haircuts, Rainbow woke up on Saturday and said, “I want to cut my hair like Eden’s.”

I jumped at the chance and had cut her hair within the half hour. (She’s been working on “growing it down to her knees” for about six months now.)

No hair news here, but I thought Colby at least needed to make an appearance. I didn’t end up posting nearly as many photos as I thought I would, but I’m tired. I’ll try to be more consistent. Promise.

[Spring Break

Tulip Festival

Cardboard Sculpture

Birthday Party]


7 04 2010

fodder n. 1 : something fed to domestic animals; esp : coarse food for cattle, horses, or sheep  2 :  inferior or readily available material used to supply a heavy demand <routine entertainment ~> <~ for gossip columnists>

(from Merriam Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, Tenth Edition)

I’ve been a really bad blogger lately. (Bad blogger! Bad blogger!) This school thing, while familiar on the whole, has taken some getting used to.

One great thing I’ve discovered, though, is community college abounds with blog fodder.


On my first day, as I sat eating my ham and cheese sandwich brought from home, I watched all the people walking to and fro.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a kilt. Not a Scottish I-have-a-clan type kilt. A khaki courdoroy kilt. As if he wasn’t wearing a kilt for some sort of Scottish dance or bagpipe-a-thon, but because he wanted to wear a kilt. It made me think, “Why would anyone wear a kilt in this weather?” (That was the time I couldn’t get warm the entire day. I have worn my scarf to school ever since.)

Then there was the time that two guys in my class spent an hour (or possibly two) talking about various video games and the merits and interest levels at each point in the game, including the physics of character design and the complexity of story worlds. I couldn’t really follow the conversation, but I appreciated that they knew a lot.

There’s more: the girl that wears cat ears to class sometimes, and the day Zack looked me right in the eye and said, “Try to make some friends today, Mom,” before running out the door to catch the bus.

So much fodder, so little time.

I’ll try to be a better blogger, to supply the heavy demands placed upon me for–what was it?–routine entertainment and gossip. But for now, well, I’ve got to get packed. Have you heard?