I could be blogging about so many other fun and cute things right now: Bekah's "birthday" where we got to eat her princess cake while I could still eat solid foods (to come in a later post), or our family trip to the zoo with Grandma Susan and Grandpa Dennis in celebration for both the girls' birthdays (also to come in a later post), but instead I'm going to blog about the not-so-fun and definitely-not-cute thing going on in our lives right now. My orthognathic surgery, that is.
Thanks to a great oral surgeon (who happens to be related to me) and the generosity and outpouring of love from so many family members and ward members, I didn't feel at all nervous about the surgery in the days leading up to it. Sure, I had a hard time sleeping the night before (how COULD you let me down, Benadryl?), but I think it was more because of anticipation than anxiety. And I did get a few butterflies when I got my IV, but who wouldn't?
Anyway, the surgery went "perfectly," according to the doctor. He ended up moving my upper jaw up an extra millimeter (for a total of six), but he moved the bottom jaw just the 9 mm he had planned on previously.
Right now I'm extremely grateful for two different flavors of Carnation Instant Breakfast and one flavor of Ensure, as well as the seven different flavors of juice we brought to Utah with us. I'm also grateful for syringes (so I can drink said liquids). And for medicine. Glorious medicine. Pain killers, anti-nausea medication, decongestants, mouth wash, hydrogen peroxide, antibiotics ... they're all on my happy list right now. (By the way, if this is at all disconnected or rambling, I'm blaming it on the hydrocodone I took 10 minutes ago.)
I'm also thankful for technology. Immediately after hearing from the surgeon, Seth called both his mom (in Idaho Falls) and my mom (currently in Texas) to let them know that everything went well. And I got to video chat with Rebekah today while my incredible mother-in-law watches our girls (Ana was napping). Although, when I saw "video chat," I mean "Seth chatted while I showed Bekah my swollen face and signed 'I love you' to her."
So all in all, it's going as well as can be expected. Seth and I will stay with my Uncle Ross and Aunt Susan (whom we can't thank enough) until Thursday when we will meet with the assistant surgeon who will make sure that everything is still where it's supposed to be. Then we'll drive home, spend the next four days at home, and then drive to Salt Lake and back next Tuesday for my first follow-up with the surgeon. At that point, I will be able to remove my bands for a short amount of time each day, brush behind my teeth and start eating soft foods.
Good times. Seth has taken some extremely gorgeous pictures of me in my puffy and half-out-of-it state, but I don't know that I'm brave enough to post them yet. You'll just have to use your imagination. Just be kind!
2009-06-09
2009-06-05
Rebekah is (almost) 4!: The cake saga
(Written before the surgery ... posted afterward because I was waiting on pictures.) Since I'll still be sucking all my nutrition from a syringe when Bekah actually turns 4, we had a pseudo-birthday for her June 4.
Months ago as I was planning ahead for the surgery, I had Bekah pick out a cake she wanted. She chose the stegosaurus cake. I was totally fine with that. It required baking a 9x13 cake, cutting off some parts and moving them around, slapping some frosting on the whole thing and decorating it with candy. Not a problem.
Shortly after that, however, Rebekah started her "princess stage." She insisted (in a princessly fashion) that she didn't want a stegosaurus cake. She wanted a princess cake.
I searched the intertubes for a princess cake that wouldn't require a degree in culinary art to make. Most princess cakes are crazy-hard and include castles with turrets. But then I found something I thought I could handle. It's a cake where the princess is just a Barbie stuffed into a tall, round cake that's made to look like her skirt.
So I mixed up a box of strawberry cake mix (it had to be pink, of course), dumped it into a Pyrex pitcher, and baked it. But because Barbie is such a tall, leggy thing, the cake would only come up to her knees. So I mixed up another box of strawberry cake mix and put it into two 9" round pans. After everything had cooled down, I stacked the two 9" round cakes on top of each other, put the Pyrex cake on top of that, and frosted the whole thing.
In my princess cake Web research, I saw a lot of Barbie cakes that had just normal frosting on them. But the makers of said cakes wanted to dress them up, so they used all sorts of fancy frosting tips to make decorations on the skirts. I didn't know that I could handle that, so I instead found a recipe for fondant so that the skirt could be nice and smooth and not-s0-difficult to construct.
I should have realized that my first attempt at fondant would not be a walk in the park.
First, I ran out of powdered sugar. Gratefully, I caught Seth before he left his office and asked if he could pick some up on his way home. Then I had to mix and knead and mix and knead the fondant. Then I had to roll it out to 1/8" thickness (I don't know if I ever actually got it that thin). Then I had to cut it out in the shape of a gigantic circle. Then I had to cut out a small circle in the middle for Barbie's waist. Then I tried to put the skirt on the cake.
First attempt: massive failure.
Just like London Bridges, this is falling down.
The skirt tore apart in several places. So I had to gather it all back up, roll it out and try again. This time, as per Seth's suggestion, I peeled it straight from the wax paper I had rolled it out on onto the cake.
Second attempt: close enough.
Peeling the fondant directly from the wax paper to the cake worked better.
This time it worked better, but I quickly realized that the gigantic circle wasn't nearly gigantic enough for two mixes-worth of strawberry cake. So with a little bit of Play-dough like patchwork to the back of the skirt, the cake got covered (thanks to the entire Grover clan helping, little girls included).
So it's not the most picturesque of princess cakes, but it held together long enough to stick some candles in, blow some candles out, take some candles out and eat some strawberry cake.
Along with her princess cake, Rebekah got one present (the other she has to wait for her actual birthday to receive). I don't know how many times she kissed her new Ariel doll. I think she likes it.
The princess cake and Rebekah. If you don't look too closely, you'll think that the cake even looks okay. Oh ... and the headband was totally Bekah's doing.
Blowing out her candles!
Months ago as I was planning ahead for the surgery, I had Bekah pick out a cake she wanted. She chose the stegosaurus cake. I was totally fine with that. It required baking a 9x13 cake, cutting off some parts and moving them around, slapping some frosting on the whole thing and decorating it with candy. Not a problem.
Shortly after that, however, Rebekah started her "princess stage." She insisted (in a princessly fashion) that she didn't want a stegosaurus cake. She wanted a princess cake.
I searched the intertubes for a princess cake that wouldn't require a degree in culinary art to make. Most princess cakes are crazy-hard and include castles with turrets. But then I found something I thought I could handle. It's a cake where the princess is just a Barbie stuffed into a tall, round cake that's made to look like her skirt.
So I mixed up a box of strawberry cake mix (it had to be pink, of course), dumped it into a Pyrex pitcher, and baked it. But because Barbie is such a tall, leggy thing, the cake would only come up to her knees. So I mixed up another box of strawberry cake mix and put it into two 9" round pans. After everything had cooled down, I stacked the two 9" round cakes on top of each other, put the Pyrex cake on top of that, and frosted the whole thing.
In my princess cake Web research, I saw a lot of Barbie cakes that had just normal frosting on them. But the makers of said cakes wanted to dress them up, so they used all sorts of fancy frosting tips to make decorations on the skirts. I didn't know that I could handle that, so I instead found a recipe for fondant so that the skirt could be nice and smooth and not-s0-difficult to construct.
I should have realized that my first attempt at fondant would not be a walk in the park.
First, I ran out of powdered sugar. Gratefully, I caught Seth before he left his office and asked if he could pick some up on his way home. Then I had to mix and knead and mix and knead the fondant. Then I had to roll it out to 1/8" thickness (I don't know if I ever actually got it that thin). Then I had to cut it out in the shape of a gigantic circle. Then I had to cut out a small circle in the middle for Barbie's waist. Then I tried to put the skirt on the cake.
First attempt: massive failure.
Just like London Bridges, this is falling down.The skirt tore apart in several places. So I had to gather it all back up, roll it out and try again. This time, as per Seth's suggestion, I peeled it straight from the wax paper I had rolled it out on onto the cake.
Second attempt: close enough.
Peeling the fondant directly from the wax paper to the cake worked better.This time it worked better, but I quickly realized that the gigantic circle wasn't nearly gigantic enough for two mixes-worth of strawberry cake. So with a little bit of Play-dough like patchwork to the back of the skirt, the cake got covered (thanks to the entire Grover clan helping, little girls included).
So it's not the most picturesque of princess cakes, but it held together long enough to stick some candles in, blow some candles out, take some candles out and eat some strawberry cake.
Along with her princess cake, Rebekah got one present (the other she has to wait for her actual birthday to receive). I don't know how many times she kissed her new Ariel doll. I think she likes it.
The princess cake and Rebekah. If you don't look too closely, you'll think that the cake even looks okay. Oh ... and the headband was totally Bekah's doing.Blowing out her candles! 2009-06-03
Holy mandible, Batman!
Yesterday, Seth and I made a there-and-back trip to Salt Lake to visit with my oral surgeon and get my final workup done. Here's what we learned:
We will leave Sunday afternoon (June 7) and return Thursday (June 11). As mentioned before, we'll be sure to take pictures and post them. Bet you can't wait!
- VF Factory Outlet rocks! Okay, obviously not related to our office visit, but we had some extra time to kill before the appointment. Between the two of us, we bought nine pairs of pants and paid $110 (including tax).
- The procedures I will be having done next Monday are a maxillary lefort I osteotomy (upper jaw) and bilateral sagittal osteotomy (lower jaw).
- I will be on a liquid diet for the first week following the surgery, but after Dr. Egbert checks out my recovery progress and removes my bands for the first time, I will be able to eat soft foods like Jell-O, yogurt, pudding, macaroni and cheese and Spaghetti-Os.
- My upper jaw will be moved 5 mm up, and my lower jaw will be moved 9 mm forward.
- I should be able to return to my Primary chorister duties four to five weeks after the surgery.
- The surgery itself will take about two hours.
- I may experience nose bleeds and a sore throat following surgery, due to the tube that will be shoved through my nose and down my throat. Fun stuff. Gratefully, I will be out when they shove said tube through my face.
- Apparently, I have freakishly big bumps underneath my tongue that interfere with impressions of my bottom jaw. This leads to a tremendous amount of pain as the dentist/orthodontist/oral surgeon pushes the impression tray down over my teeth. I wondered why that always hurt.
We will leave Sunday afternoon (June 7) and return Thursday (June 11). As mentioned before, we'll be sure to take pictures and post them. Bet you can't wait!
2009-05-28
too soon
Bekah, sighing wistfully and looking at the folded laundry: "I hope when I'm older that I can have some bras."
2009-05-26
Analee is 2!
Analee one day old, Analee one year old, Analee two years old.We celebrated Analee's birthday on May 24 by going to church. Okay, only because her birthday happened to be on a Sunday this year. But we did sing "Happy Birthday" to her in nursery, and then we came home and had our family festivities. These included presents:
Getting ready to dive into the gift bag.
Present No. 1: a kangaroo doll that has many buttons, zippers and Velcro tabs to open and close. About half the time, Ana forgets what kind of animal it is and refers to it as "my bunny rabbit."
Present No. 2: A "choo choo choo train" set, as Ana calls it.... and cake, along with another rendition of "Happy Birthday."
Ana picked out her cakes months ahead of time. It's a ladybug cake. Well, it's supposed to be a ladybug. I'm no professional cake maker.
Ana picked out her cakes months ahead of time. It's a ladybug cake. Well, it's supposed to be a ladybug. I'm no professional cake maker.We won't know Analee's statistics (weight, height, etc.) until we go in for her checkup in July, but here are some more facts about our favorite curly headed brunette.
Analee is beginning to learn her colors, although she doesn't know all of them yet. She talks in complete sentences, and when I ask her questions such as, "Ana, why did you take off your shoes?" she often replies, "Because." Her favorite TV show is "Little Einsteins." If I'm ever working in the yard and wonder where Ana has run off to, the first place I check is the sandbox; we regularly change sandy diapers and have to wash her gritty feet off.
Ana loves to give hugs to whomever lifts her out of her high chair. She is at the point where she can climb up into her high chair and car seat "all by mineself." Ana loves to sing, and often sings songs she has made up about people she knows ("Uncle Jason, Uncle Jason, UNCLE JASON!") or recent happenings.
Although we had to wait a long time for it, Ana now has curly brown hair long enough to do in pigtails or a half-ponytail on top of her head. She has big brown eyes and a dimple in her right cheek that's visible when she smiles. She wears a size 6 shoe and clothes that range in size from 24 months to 3T.
We love our little "Ana Banana" and "Cute Curly Sue." Here's to another great year of learning and growing!
Something's fishy
We spent our Memorial Day eating watermelon, gutting fish and going on poop hunts. ("We're going on a poop hunt. Gonna find some big stuff. What a beautiful day! We're not grossed out!")
Seth's Uncle Doug was kind enough to take all the kiddies and their parents out on his boat on Henry's Lake. This was my second time on a motor boat, and all the trauma I suffered during a high school boater's safety program seemed long gone; I didn't even have flashbacks of the slide show with boating accident fatalities.
The girls loved the boat as well. Fearless Analee kept trying to stand up on the seat and lean over far enough to test the buoyancy of her life jacket. Good thing Seth caught a hold of her leg in time.
Here are the fishing highlights:
Analee chomping black licorice and enjoying the ride.
Seth reeling in his big catch.
Ever-cautious Rebekah wouldn't steer the boat like the other kids did on the way in, but by the time we were ready to head back to the shore, she wanted a try. Uncle Doug let her steer the boat in circles before he straightened us out.
Grandma Susan, Analee, Calvin, Seth and Rebekah with our catch of the day. Seth tried to persuade Bekah to hold the stringer for the picture ("You don't have to touch the fish, Bekah. Just hold the chain.") to no avail.
Andrea with her brook trout. Man ... I love those braces. Can't get enough of 'em.
To see more, click here.
Guess what we're eating tonight? I'll let you guess. It starts with an F and ends with "ish."
After a long morning on the lake, we went back to Seth's grandparents' cabin to eat lunch and pack up. While Seth and I were loading our bags into the van, Bekah excitedly reported, "I found moose poop! Come see!" After that, she had to go on a hunt for any other droppings she could find.
We came home last night, exhausted but happy.
To complete the vacation weekend, the girls and I actually slept in until 7:45 this morning. Woohoo! (Seth had no such luxury; he had an assignment at the bishop's storehouse at 5 a.m.)
Seth's Uncle Doug was kind enough to take all the kiddies and their parents out on his boat on Henry's Lake. This was my second time on a motor boat, and all the trauma I suffered during a high school boater's safety program seemed long gone; I didn't even have flashbacks of the slide show with boating accident fatalities.
The girls loved the boat as well. Fearless Analee kept trying to stand up on the seat and lean over far enough to test the buoyancy of her life jacket. Good thing Seth caught a hold of her leg in time.
Here are the fishing highlights:
- I had the first bite of the day on our boat. Unfortunately, I was busy taking pictures of the girls and didn't realize I had a fish on my line until Seth shouted, "Andrea! What are you doing? You've got a fish!" By the time I set the camera down and grabbed the pole I had been holding with my knees, the fish was gone.
- Seth's brother Jason ended up catching the first fish due to my negligence.
- Seth caught the second fish, but he caught it with my pole. I had handed it to him so I could fill up one of the girls' juice cups.
- I caught the third fish of the day (on Seth's pole ... he was busy casting mine or something), and the group's only brook trout. (It was also the smallest of the group's fish, but I am not daunted by this because, hey, at least my fish was special. BROOK TROUT!)
- Seth caught the boat's last fish (on his own pole, mind you), and the biggest one.
Analee chomping black licorice and enjoying the ride.Seth reeling in his big catch.Ever-cautious Rebekah wouldn't steer the boat like the other kids did on the way in, but by the time we were ready to head back to the shore, she wanted a try. Uncle Doug let her steer the boat in circles before he straightened us out.Grandma Susan, Analee, Calvin, Seth and Rebekah with our catch of the day. Seth tried to persuade Bekah to hold the stringer for the picture ("You don't have to touch the fish, Bekah. Just hold the chain.") to no avail.Andrea with her brook trout. Man ... I love those braces. Can't get enough of 'em.Guess what we're eating tonight? I'll let you guess. It starts with an F and ends with "ish."
After a long morning on the lake, we went back to Seth's grandparents' cabin to eat lunch and pack up. While Seth and I were loading our bags into the van, Bekah excitedly reported, "I found moose poop! Come see!" After that, she had to go on a hunt for any other droppings she could find.
We came home last night, exhausted but happy.
To complete the vacation weekend, the girls and I actually slept in until 7:45 this morning. Woohoo! (Seth had no such luxury; he had an assignment at the bishop's storehouse at 5 a.m.)
2009-05-21
Gearing up
In 18 days, Seth and I will be traveling to Salt Lake so I can spend a sleepless night at my Aunt Susan's house before going to the hospital the next morning. Although I've known for half my life that I needed this surgery to fix my jaw, I'm not sure I'm ready. It's kind of like waiting for a baby. Allow me to draw parallels:
By the time I go under the knife, I will have had braces for nine months. At first, the braces were exciting—they were the first step toward having the surgery. But the excitement quickly wore off as I experienced raw spots, canker sores and loose brackets (the braces-equivalent of morning sickness). I have monthly orthodontic checkups, which result in thicker wires and sore teeth.
Now that I'm in the “last tri,” I CANNOT wait until this is over and done with and I have my new baby—a set of jaws that line up the way they're supposed to. I know the recovery will be less-than-fabulous; I'll be sucking liquid out of a syringe for a week, and after that I'll be limited to soft foods like yogurt and ice cream.
I'm experiencing my own kind of nesting. I want to have the middle floor completely painted and put back together before the Big Day. I whipped up a pair of car organizers that hang over the front seats on a whim yesterday. I've started stocking up on apple juice and Ensure. There are half a dozen meals in the freezer for after we return from Utah.
I'm getting ready to pack my hospital bag, too. This bag will be slightly different than the bags I've packed for Grover babies #1 and #2, though. I'll be taking a travel pillow so I can sleep upright, a Magna Doodle so I can communicate, and Breathe Right strips so I can respire since my mouth will be stuffed with gauze and a splint.
Fun stuff.
Don't worry about missing out on anything. We'll be taking the trusty Nikon so as to record this momentous occasion. I'm sure my swollen face and bruised neck won't be as cute as a newborn, but that's all we'll have to offer this time around.
2009-05-17
Photo dump
I can't stand that we have ultra-cute pictures of the family just sitting here; they must be posted for the world to see! So enjoy the hodge podge of images. (Click on them to see larger versions.)
April 5, 2009. Seth and I decided to take advantage of a rare sunny day to feed the ducks some bread at the Idaho Falls Greenbelt.
Ana, who is not very adept at throwing yet, decided she could drop her bread in the water for a gutsy duck that would dare to come close enough to eat it.
The girls and their bread.
April 25, 2009. Seth's sister Rachel wanted to host an Easter egg hunt for our girls and their cousins, but we didn't get around to it until weeks after Easter. It didn't matter to the young'uns, though--they enjoyed the hunt and the candy nonetheless. Analee has found an alternate use for her bucket; she's carrying around her sippy cup.
Tav found an egg on the playhouse's picnic table.
Mack is searching ...
Bekah found one back by the fence.
Tav with his spoils.
May 7, 2009. For some reason or another, I decided to shoot pictures of Seth playing with the girls. Looking mighty pensive there, Seth.
I had to include this one because of Ana's crazy hair. Teehee!
Analee, Seth and Rebekah playing with Ana's Little People house.
May 10, 2009. Ana had woken up from her nap, so we went to retrieve her. Apparently she had been busy making her baby doll/blankie contraption.
Now you can see the base for her creation: the musical aquarium.
April 5, 2009. Seth and I decided to take advantage of a rare sunny day to feed the ducks some bread at the Idaho Falls Greenbelt. Ana, who is not very adept at throwing yet, decided she could drop her bread in the water for a gutsy duck that would dare to come close enough to eat it.The girls and their bread.April 25, 2009. Seth's sister Rachel wanted to host an Easter egg hunt for our girls and their cousins, but we didn't get around to it until weeks after Easter. It didn't matter to the young'uns, though--they enjoyed the hunt and the candy nonetheless. Analee has found an alternate use for her bucket; she's carrying around her sippy cup.Tav found an egg on the playhouse's picnic table.Mack is searching ...Bekah found one back by the fence.Tav with his spoils.May 7, 2009. For some reason or another, I decided to shoot pictures of Seth playing with the girls. Looking mighty pensive there, Seth.I had to include this one because of Ana's crazy hair. Teehee!Analee, Seth and Rebekah playing with Ana's Little People house.May 10, 2009. Ana had woken up from her nap, so we went to retrieve her. Apparently she had been busy making her baby doll/blankie contraption.Now you can see the base for her creation: the musical aquarium.2009-05-13
Bekahism #14
While eating breakfast ...
Bekah: Mom, is it a good idea to eat gun powder and then swallow a match?
Andrea: What do you think?
Bekah: No. But Daffy Duck does it!
Bekah: Mom, is it a good idea to eat gun powder and then swallow a match?
Andrea: What do you think?
Bekah: No. But Daffy Duck does it!
2009-05-07
Chop chop with a little wax
So I realized that the "after" pics of the twice-previous post don't do the 'do justice. I had just come straight from the hairdresser, and I think we all know that we don't look our best without a little bit of styling. Well, maybe that's just me.
Either way, here I am all stylized. I'm still experimenting with ways to do my new hair, but I think I like this one. (Seth says it's sassy. )
This is a mommy camera self-portrait, so try not to laugh too hard. Nasty flash shadow ... deer-in-the-headlights look ... lovely closet door in the background ...
Either way, here I am all stylized. I'm still experimenting with ways to do my new hair, but I think I like this one. (Seth says it's sassy. )
This is a mommy camera self-portrait, so try not to laugh too hard. Nasty flash shadow ... deer-in-the-headlights look ... lovely closet door in the background ... 2009-05-06
Nearly six years ago
Feeling a bit nostalgic, I decided to scan a few engagement, bridal, temple and reception pictures dating back to 2003. Those were the days before my dad had/used his incredibly awesome digital SLR, so don't mind the dust spots from the prints.
To view the entire selection, click here. Otherwise, enjoy one from each venue:
Seth and I at the columns on Constitutional Avenue in Idaho Falls. I've shot many a senior/engagement pic there myself.
One of my bridal pictures shot at Sportsman's Park in Idaho Falls.
Seth and I outside the Idaho Falls temple following our wedding on August 22, 2003. My Grandpa Wirkus was able to perform the sealing.
Seth and I outside the Iona City Building where we held our reception on August 23, 2003.
To view the entire selection, click here. Otherwise, enjoy one from each venue:
Seth and I at the columns on Constitutional Avenue in Idaho Falls. I've shot many a senior/engagement pic there myself.One of my bridal pictures shot at Sportsman's Park in Idaho Falls. Seth and I outside the Idaho Falls temple following our wedding on August 22, 2003. My Grandpa Wirkus was able to perform the sealing.Seth and I outside the Iona City Building where we held our reception on August 23, 2003.2009-05-04
Chop chop
When I left the house at 8 p.m., I looked like this:
If you look closely, you can see the traces of white paint on my face and in my hair.
When I returned home shortly after 9 p.m., I looked like this:
The first two things I noticed: (1) My neck looks humongously long. (2) My elf ear is prominent.
If you look closely, you can see the traces of white paint on my face and in my hair.When I returned home shortly after 9 p.m., I looked like this:
The first two things I noticed: (1) My neck looks humongously long. (2) My elf ear is prominent.Why the change? Because I can.
2009-04-26
new youtube videos
I had a little bit of time yesterday while Bekah was with my parents, Ana was asleep, and Andrea was visiting with her mom. I was feeling a little bored and a little exhibitionistic. I considered streaking, but decided that recording a few songs for the interwebs is less cold and more legal, whilst still retaining most of the unpleasantness for the witnesses. So here they are!
This is "Light of Day" (or, as my wife calls it, "Tooele"). It's first song I ever wrote about a girl. It was the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school. I went to Especially For Youth at Ricks College for a week, and got a crush on a girl I met there. She was a year older than me, and she held my hand, and she was female, so I was smitten. (I remember her name, but to save her the embarrassment of possibly coming across this someday, I'll keep that little bit of information to myself.) I came home and wrote this song. It's simple, but I think it's pretty. If you'd like to download the "studio" version, click here..
Next, "Red Right Ankle," by the Decemberists. Not really a story here, I just like the song.
Finally, a couple of Neil young songs. I'll not embed them here, but I'll give you the links:
-sg
This is "Light of Day" (or, as my wife calls it, "Tooele"). It's first song I ever wrote about a girl. It was the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school. I went to Especially For Youth at Ricks College for a week, and got a crush on a girl I met there. She was a year older than me, and she held my hand, and she was female, so I was smitten. (I remember her name, but to save her the embarrassment of possibly coming across this someday, I'll keep that little bit of information to myself.) I came home and wrote this song. It's simple, but I think it's pretty. If you'd like to download the "studio" version, click here..
Next, "Red Right Ankle," by the Decemberists. Not really a story here, I just like the song.
Finally, a couple of Neil young songs. I'll not embed them here, but I'll give you the links:
-sg
2009-04-21
Bekahism #13
Bekah: Mom, would you please pray to God and ask Him to move our house?
Andrea: (Positively baffled) Why do you want me to ask Him to move our house?
Bekah: So it can go up to heaven.
Andrea: That's not how we get to heaven, Bekah. We get to heaven by keeping the commandments and being nice to other people and choosing the right.
Bekah: (Exasperated) But, Mom! I keep the commandments and be nice to other people and choose the right ALREADY, and I'm still not in heaven!
Andrea: (Positively baffled) Why do you want me to ask Him to move our house?
Bekah: So it can go up to heaven.
Andrea: That's not how we get to heaven, Bekah. We get to heaven by keeping the commandments and being nice to other people and choosing the right.
Bekah: (Exasperated) But, Mom! I keep the commandments and be nice to other people and choose the right ALREADY, and I'm still not in heaven!
2009-04-16
Easter Dresses
We took it pretty easy this Easter. Our family is not an active participant in the whole Easter Bunny thing, so when a couple of people asked Bekah if the Bunny came to her house, she stared at them blankly.
But the girls did enjoy their new Easter dresses, and we had a lovely time eating Easter Sunday lunch at Seth's grandma's house, followed by Easter Sunday dinner at my parents' house. Life is good when you have so many relatives nearby.
And just so you don't report us to the authorities, we're not TOTAL Easter grinches; we let Bekah and Ana eat a few jelly beans too.
Anyway, as promised, here are dress pictures:
Both girls in their matchy-matchy dresses.
Bekah's pigtails and huge flower/button/bows.
Analee showing off her sandals.
But the girls did enjoy their new Easter dresses, and we had a lovely time eating Easter Sunday lunch at Seth's grandma's house, followed by Easter Sunday dinner at my parents' house. Life is good when you have so many relatives nearby.
And just so you don't report us to the authorities, we're not TOTAL Easter grinches; we let Bekah and Ana eat a few jelly beans too.
Anyway, as promised, here are dress pictures:
Both girls in their matchy-matchy dresses. 
Bekah's pigtails and huge flower/button/bows.
Analee showing off her sandals.
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