would you like otter with that?

As a hunter, I've made a point to make sure Bekah understands what meat is and where it comes from (which has lead to some interesting discussions we've discussed in the past).

Today we were eating lunch at Grandpa and Grandma Scott's house. They had ordered some racks of pork ribs which were set on the table in a large order-out tray. As we were eating, Rebekah looked thoughtfully at the long, skinny, brown racks of ribs.

She asked, "Are we having otter?"

Andrea and I both looked at her. "What?"

"Otter... is that otter? Are we eating otter?"



Actually, there is some resemblance. The funniest part is, Bekah didn't seem to have a problem with the idea of us eating otter. She'd already done quite a bit of work on her helping.

Bekahism #6

Daddy: Hey Bekah, want to play our Wall-E video game?
Bekah: Yeah, let's play it!
Mommy: Daddy, could you help me put away this laundry first?
Bekah: Mommy! You are a girl for folding clothes. Daddy is a boy for playing games.

Merry Christmas!

It's our 100th post! Celebrate good times, come on!

For those of you who somehow missed out on our Christmas card/newsletter, here's your very own, personalized digital copy. Click on it to see a larger version.

Christmas tag

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?
I usually stick with wrapping paper. And Seth always has to comment on how my wrapping jobs look prettier than his. It's all about the creases.

2. Real or artificial tree?
Real, fo' sho'. We (the Scott family) have the awesome tradition of going to Fall Creek the weekend after Thanksgiving and cutting down our own tree. Our girls have been real troopers as they've been dragged along the past few years.

3. When do you put up the tree?
Again, usually the weekend after Thanksgiving. If we've got it, we might as well dress it up!

4. When do you take the tree down?
It depends on how well we've watered it. Last year we had to take it down the day after Christmas because it was shedding worse than a dog.

5. Do you like eggnog?
It's in the fridge. Apparently our girls love it too. Bekah asks for "cold eggnog" almost every morning for breakfast, but we hold off until later in the day.

6. Favorite gift received as a child?
A bouncy, mischievous black miniature schnauzer named Otto. Santa left a note in our tree one year, and we got to pick him up the next May after he was born.

7. Hardest person to buy for?
My in-laws. I don't know why, because they're the nicest in-laws anyone has ever had, but I have a hard time figuring out what they would like/use/want.

8. Easiest person to buy for?
Rebekah and Analee. Since they're only 3 1/2 years and 18 mos. old respectively, it's easy to please them.

9. Do you have a nativity scene?
My mom has this thing about collecting nativities, so she has started me on the same kick. We have five nativities on our mantel.

10. Mail or email Christmas cards?
Mail. It's just not the same with the e-.

11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?
There's no such thing as a "worst Christmas gift." But the worst thing that ever happened to a Christmas gift was when Otto chewed up the seat and handlebars on my brand new mountain bike on Christmas day.

12. Favorite Christmas movie?
I can't narrow it down, so I've got two: Muppet's Christmas Carol and A Christmas Story. I have yet to watch either this winter because we've spent our Christmas-movie-viewing time watching Frosty the Snowman and Mickey's Twice Upon a Christmas. Bekah prefers those.

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?
As soon as possible, but never soon enough. I'm a stressball when it comes to Christmas shopping.

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?
Not that I can remember.

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?
For Christmas Eve dinner, it's ham. But other favorite Christmastime treats include eggnog pie, candy canes and all the yummy stuff the neighbors bring over.

16. Lights on the tree?
We stick with twinkly white lights.

17. Favorite Christmas song?
Currently I'm loving Josh Groban's "Little Drummer Boy." Bagpipes rock!

18. Travel at Christmas, or stay home?
We travel the roads of Idaho Falls. With both sets of grandparents living nearby, we have to make stops at their houses.

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?
"Come Dasher, come Dancer, come Prancer and Vixen. On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder, on Blitzen. To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall. Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

20. Angel or star at the top of the tree?
I'm good with either, but our tree sports a gold star that lights up.

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or Christmas morning?
In our family, we got to open one present from our parents on Christmas Eve and then the rest Christmas morning. I think we'll do that this year with our girls.

22. Most annoying thing about this time of year?
The crowds. I shouldn't have to wear football pads and helmet to make my way through Wal-Mart.

23. Favorite ornament theme or color?
Our tree has gold and red balls and ribbon.

24. Favorite Christmas dinner?
I'm a big fan of food, so anything that's homemade.

25. What do you want for Christmas this year?
Clothes. I'm tired of having only two pairs of pants I feel are suitable for public viewing.


Tag! You're it! That means you: Lindsay, Amy, Annie, Tara, and Ashley.

ward party

Tonight was the Colman 3rd Ward Christmas Party. Highlights included a delicious Turkey dinner with four different kinds of Jell-O, Rebekah, Andrea, and I performing "Santa Claus is Coming To Town" (see video below), and Rebekah sitting on Santa's lap to tell him what she wanted for Christmas.

We were a little concerned about that last one, because the Santa Claus at the ward party bore a striking resemblance to Grandpa Grover (my dad). Rebekah, however, didn't seem to notice at all. She dutifully sat on his lap and told him what she wants for Christmas (currently she's focused on a new pair of sunglasses, because she lost her old ones; she says she won't lose her new ones because "I'll keep them on my face all day long"). Afterwards, Santa handed her a little goody bag. She solemnly walked up to me and asked, "Daddy, what's this?" "It's a present from Santa Claus, Bekah." "Can we open it?" So we opened it and she looked over its contents: candy, nuts, and an orange. She looked up at me and said, concerned, "Daddy, this isn't what I want for Christmas!" I had to explain to her that this wasn't her actual Christmas present and that I was sure that if she was good Santa would bring her what she wants.

All in all it was great fun.

-sg

journey through the past

It's been a while since I did the whole music-on-YouTube thing. So today you get a twofer, a journey into my musical past.



I wrote "Goodbye" when I was just barely 16 years old. Click here for the "studio" version, which does have kind of an awesome backwards guitar solo in it.



I wrote "Finally" as part of Andrea's 17th birthday present. Click here for the "studio" version. By the way, just so you know what's going on: towards the end of my recording this this morning, Rebekah came into the room and began jumping on the bed, shaking the camera. I pretty much managed to keep it together, although I think I did miss a chord or two. You can hear her ask "Dad, is this a harmonica?" as I turn off the camera.

Enjoy.

-sg

Sunday

Bekah's choice of hat for a Sunday morning? A Santa hat AND her red visor. It did wonders for her bangs. Bekah's choice of activity for a Sunday morning? Picking her nose while listening to Daddy read a story.

Look at our spiritual giant of a daughter! Analee reading the Conference issue of the Ensign.

This is what happens when Ana throws a fit while I'm trying to get her in the car. She pulled the straight-as-a-board trick, so it was impossible to buckle her up. Don't worry ... we got her buckled before we started driving.

This, too, shall pass UPDATE

I am no longer minus a bracket; I went in last Wednesday for my new one. While I was there, the orthodontist decided to go ahead and tighten everything up. Braces are seeming more and more like a medieval torture device.

By Friday I hadn't seen the missing bracket come through Ana's system, but I wasn't sure if it warranted a trip to the doctor. After all, a bracket IS very small. It could have passed without me finding it. But after a call to my doctor brother for advice, we decided to play it safe.

Analee was wary of the nurse, x-ray technician and doctor, and she really didn't want to lie down on the table for the x-ray, but she did amazingly well. The technician was super, too. He told me to lay Ana down, then he strapped a big vest around me so I could stay with Ana and hold her hands, and he had Bekah stand in the booth with him. He even let Bekah push the button ("The big green button, Mommy!").

The only metal that showed up on the x-ray was on Ana's onesie. So she is totally bracket-free.

I feel better that my bracket didn't somehow get lodged in Analee's spleen, but, as with anything medically related, that peace of mind will come at a price.

Anyone want to pay the bill when it shows up in our mailbox?

Bekahism #5

(While visiting Great-Grandma Wirkus today)

Grandpa: Can you count to 10?

Bekah: I can count to 100. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, eleven, sixteen, nineteen, one hundred!

Grandpa: Wow! Good job!

Bekah: Grandpa, you can't count to 100 because you're old.

This, too, shall pass

Yesterday I was munching on a brownie when I bit down on something hard. My first thought: "Oh no! What did I drop in the batter? Egg shells?" So I spat the culprit out, but thankfully it wasn't anything that was baked in the brownies. (I fed some to my in-laws earlier this week; I would have been totally embarrassed if they had found something inedible in their brownies.) Turns out it was a bracket.

This isn't a picture of my mouth, but you get the idea.

The joys of braces are endless. This is the second bracket I've had fall off.

I put the bracket on the computer desk thinking I would put it in the medicine cabinet upstairs as soon as I had finished my project on the computer, but before I knew what was happening, Analee had picked it up and popped it in her mouth.

What kind of kid pops a bracket in her mouth?! She had no idea what it was! It makes me wonder what other types of non-food items she has tasted.

Immediately I told her, "Ana! Spit it out!" Usually she's really good about following such an order, but I could tell as soon as she opened her mouth that no amount of searching would turn up the bracket. It was gone.

Still, I got the flashlight, laid Ana on the ground and made her say, "Ah!" All to no avail.

The last time I lost a bracket, I took it back in to the orthodontist where they reattached it. To get my bracket back this time, I'll have to wait a couple of days and fish it out of a diaper. Too much information? Ah ... come on. You saw that comin'.

There's no way I'd want that back in my mouth anyway. So today I'm going to the orthodontist to get a new bracket on my teeth. Hopefully this one stays where it belongs.

Just shoot me

Aaah. Doctor's office visits. Such a peaceful time in Groverland.

Okay, so that's obviously a dream. But Analee did fare better during her 18-month checkup than she did with her 15-month checkup. Well, at least she didn't scream quite as loud as the doctor approached her.

Analee is turning out to be "long and lean," in the words of her pediatrician. She's about at the 44th percentile for weight and 88th for height. And her head is still huge ... off the charts but following her own curve. Our kids have huge brains, in case you didn't know.

But the most fun part came in the form of flu shots. I had asked that both girls get theirs while we were at the office, and Rebekah was kind enough to allow Ana to go first. I'm still not sure if that was the best idea, but it's too late now.

Ana didn't like lying down on the exam table, she didn't like having the nurse hold her little legs, and she really didn't like having the needle go in her thigh. But all it took to console her was a hug, a baba (pacifier), a teddy bear and a monkey blankie.

Then it was Bekah's turn. She REALLY didn't like lying down on the exam table, she REALLY didn't like having the nurse hold her legs, and she REALLY didn't like having the needle go in her thigh. As soon as the injection started, she screamed, "No! Stop! Get that thing outta me!" And then as the nurses made their exit, Bekah yelled after them: "No more shots! I'm not going to get ANY more shots!"

I told her we were finished, that she, indeed, would have no more shots, but I don't think she was listening. It took a lot more than a cuddle and a few comfort items to calm her down.

Thank goodness for stickers. On my way out, I picked out a few Wall-E stickers for the girls (who happened to be wearing their Wall-E shirts), and Bekah was shucking her coat in the waiting room to put Wall-E and Eve on top of the Wall-E and Eve on her shirt.

The trauma didn't stop at the office, though. Bekah was momentarily distracted by the sticker and a sucker in the van, but when she got home and had to go potty, I had to cover up the traumatic reminder of her traumatic shot--her Tweety Bird band-aid.

Good thing Bekah won't need any more shots for another year.

A sinkful of spirits

I can't believe the amount of alcohol I had in the back of the van last night. I know, I know. That's probably the last thing you thought I'd say. Diapers in the back of the van? That's pretty much a given. Smashed goldfish crackers? Obviously. But alcohol?!

Here's the story: Back when I was student teaching with Vicki Anderson at Bonneville High School, she gave me a bottle of the most incredible Italian dressing ever. It was Olive Garden's Italian dressing. When the dressing was gone (way too soon! I could have eaten that stuff forever), I decided to keep the bottle. It was cute; it was different.

Thus began my bottle collection.

Since then, I've added a few glass vases, a Cholula bottle, a Coca Cola bottle and a couple of sparkling cider bottles.

Up until a few months ago, my collection was sparse at best. I found a home for my bottles on top of my kitchen cabinets, but I don't even know if they counted as a "collection." More like a chance meeting of a few glass objects. But then my little brother found out about my aspirations of bottle collecting. And now I'm loaded.

See, Tyson delivers produce for work. Lettuce, tomatoes, limes, avocados ... and wine. So Tyson started scavenging for bottles from their recycling bin. When he found several bottles that were worth keeping, he'd pass them along to me. I wash the bottles out, remove the labels and add them to the collection on top of the cabinets.

For whatever reason, his work needed to get rid of a bunch of their wine. Tyson and I met at the warehouse yesterday, where several boxes of wine were laid out on the floor. I got my pick of the litter. Here's what I brought home:

I've learned that I have a problem smiling naturally for the camera with my braces. And I have a problem keeping my eyes completely open with the flash firing. So I'm not actually as demented as I look in this picture, I swear.

Any guess as to how much money all this alcohol is worth? I have absolutely no idea. Maybe that's for the better, because here's what we did with it:

There it goes, down the drain.

Just so we could see the amount of wine we were throwing away, we plugged the drain. This excludes the three bottles that had corks in it. Seeing as we don't drink the stuff, we don't own a corkscrew. We'll have to figure out a way to get those open and drained as well.

The side-by-side comparison of the empty sink versus the one full of spirits.

And then we pulled the plug.

Going.

Going.

Gone.

I must say, I'm excited to get these labels off and add my newest recruits to the collection.

violent tendencies

Last night Andrea and I were trying to figure out what was wrong with our washing machine. In the process of moving it I slid/dropped it onto my naked, unprotected big toe. As Andrea said afterwards, "When I get hurt, my first reaction isn't to hurt myself somewhere else." Well, apparently that is my first reaction, as I punched a fist-size hole into our laundry room wall. At least I have small hands.

Do I need anger management or something? Are my wife and children going to have to cower in fear from now on? Am I some sort of Hulk? Is there danger lurking within?

Disclaimer: Of course I would never, ever, ever harm my family or any other human being, unless they really had it coming. Nor would I damage any wall anywhere else in our house besides the laundry room, and I'm pretty sure I'd better not even do that again or I'd probably have the wrath of Andrea bring its dreadful hammer down on me, which I'd prefer to avoid.

like Maná from heaven

Andrea did her post on this topic months ago, so I figure it's my turn. I'm going to take a few minutes and tell you about the greatest rock band in the world.

Thing is, you've probably never heard of them before. What, you just assumed the greatest band in the world had to be American, didn't you? Or maybe British. Oh, I can tell. You can't hide your racism from me, grasshopper.

The greatest band on earth, just so happens to be from Guadalajara, Mexico. They are Maná.



Don't get me wrong; there are lots of other bands I love, both new and old: Led Zeppelin, Counting Crows, Neil Young and Crazy Horse, The Gaslight Anthem. But nothing in the realm of music distills upon my soul like the dews from heaven like Maná.

I remember the very first time I heard Maná. I was tracting with Elder Greer one evening, just around dark, in the little neighborhood over behind the HEB off 10th street in McAllen. We walked down the street, and suddenly I heard this heavenly sound drifting from around the corner. As we grew nearer, I saw two men sitting in the car, the doors open, their feet propped up in the open window, just enjoying the evening (and some probably-not-medicinal marijuana, but that's another story). I didn't listen to secular music on my mission, but I never forgot the incredible sounds I heard coming from that car's speakers that night.

A guy I baptized, Oscar, gifted me an album in my last area, which I carefully wrapped up and sent home to listen to in six months when my mission would be over.

Their songs deal with topics like love, illegal immigration, environmental activist Chico Mendez, drinking, and many, many others, their lyrics are poetic and their music sublime.

Whether or not you speak Spanish, I urge you to check them out. You won't be disappointed.

In closing, a small tribute of mine own to the greatest rock band in the world, Maná.



Me covering Maná's "En El Muelle De San Blas."

Happy Halloween, partner!

Analee, the cutest cow on the block.

Bekah running down the driveway in her cowboy costume. We almost forgot her trusty steed at home.

An action shot of Bekah with her horse. "He doesn't have a name because he isn't real," according to Bekah.

Months ago, Bekah determined that she'd be a cowboy for Halloween (not a cowgirl, mind you). So we decided that Ana would follow suit with the theme and be the cow. Thank heavens for secondhand stores; every single piece of Ana's outfit came from my favorite place to shop for the girls, and all of Bekah's outfit minus the boots (borrowed from a neighbor) and the horse (made by yours truly) came from there as well.

We had dinner in a pumpkin, then set out in our neighborhood to knock on doors. Afterward, we ran the gamut of grandparents in Idaho Falls: Seth's parents, my grandpa, Seth's grandma and my parents. The girls got to bed a little late that night, but it was worth it. Between the girls' two buckets of candy, I'll have a healthy amount of chocolate to snitch for weeks.

Grandpa Dennis, Analee, Bekah, Calvin (the girls' cousin) and Grandma Susan.

Grandpa Wirkus dishing out (and dishing out, and dishing out) the candy to Analee and Bekah.

Great-Grandma Grover (or "Old Grandma," as Bekah calls her) with Analee and Rebekah. Bekah is eying Patches the dog who is out of the camera's range. She's not too comfortable around people's pets, if you couldn't tell.

Bekah, Analee and Seth with Grandma Scott.

Bekahism #4

(After talking about the movie Aladdin)

Andrea: If you could have three wishes, what would you wish for?
Bekah: I would wish that I could go to the temple with a nice boy I found.

(Andrea swells with pride that Bekah has paid attention to the FHE lesson Seth gave an hour before.)

Andrea: What would your second wish be?
Bekah: That I could watch TV all day and not have to go to sleep.

(Andrea thinks, "That sounds like a three-year-old, all right.")

Andrea: And what would your third wish be?
Bekah: Ratadatdatdat.
Andrea: What?
Bekah: Ratadatdatdat.
Andrea: I don't understand you.
Bekah: "Ratadatdatdat" means 50 hundred twelveen nightlights. Twelveen is a REAL number!

(Andrea is utterly perplexed.)

Photo tagged

Brooke tagged me. I am supposed to post the fifth picture from the fifth folder and blog about it. This proved to be harder than expected, because I have MANY, MANY folders with MANY, MANY pictures. Do I go to my "camera downloads" folder and select the fifth folder and picture from there? Or just the "pictures" folder? When counting down to the fifth folder, do I include the TIFs AND the JPGs? Decisions, decisions.

Anyway, I made an executive decision and came up with this lovely nugget:

This is part of a series of family pictures we had my dad shoot last March. (This photo is the pre-color enhancing version, by the way.) The girls looked adorable in their matching Nemo dresses (gifts from my mom), hair bows and red toenails. It's hard to imagine that Analee actually needed to lean on that rocking chair so she wouldn't tumble over; nowadays it's hard to keep up with her running all over the place.

Another executive decision: I tag Leah, Ethan, Taralyn, Lindsay and Jade.

you know you'd fall for it

My wife wanted me to make it known that she had nothing to do with this week's post.



covering The Flight of the Conchords' "The Most Beautiful Girl in the Room"

Cute girls

Aren't these girls adorable? You would never have guessed that in less than 5 minutes from this moment, they were fighting over a stick, which resulted in Bekah having a timeout.

パックマン (pakku-man)

It's that time of year again, when we cover the table in the Classifieds section, pull out the knives, and string pumpkin guts across across our kitchen in an attempt to make a gourd look cool. And, if we do say so ourselves, they do look cool. Pretty danged cool.

We've been doing this for years, and most years we try to pick a common theme for both of our pumpkins to share. Some years, not so much.

This year we decided to go 8-bit retro and do a Pac-Man theme. I think it looks pretty flippin' sweet. We tried some new techniques this year. I think it was chiaro-scurro or graffito or something.


Pakku-man with Cherry (Seth's masterpiece) and his arch nemesis, Blinky (Andrea's even more masterful-piece).

The family after Pumpkinfest 2008. Bekah is eating Crunch Berries. Ana is eating a teddy bear.


For more Halloweenie fun, click here.

old people are funny, 'cause they're old

does he just get confused about when the song actually starts?

I've sort of been a slacker.



(cover of James Blunt's "You're Beautiful")

The Road

I always have a novel that I'm working on, but the one I finished last night deserves some sort of elite status ... like Supernovel. Seriously. One of the best books I've read. Period.

So if you haven't yet struggled with the man and his boy (they remain nameless throughout) along the road in a post-apocalyptic world, you should.

I actually told Seth last night that I wish I had an English class I could discuss this with. He reminded me that there are groups of people who read and discuss books together all the time ... and they're called book clubs. But I have yet to join one (who has time with two rugrats to chase all day?), so instead I'll give you my two cents on Cormac McCarthy's Pulitzer Prize-winning novel.

Some authors write about depressing subject matter for the sake of being depressing (Ernest Hemmingway is that way for me). But other authors (like John Steinbeck) take their characters through difficult, seemingly hopeless situations to show that no matter what the circumstances, there is always good in the world. This book does the latter.

The man and his boy wander through a desolated world that has suffered a nuclear attack or something of the like (the book never specifies). All their food, clothes and possessions they have had to scavenge. They travel along the road on the way to the coast, but they must be careful of other travelers and survivors of the mass devastation; some people have resorted to cannibalism and other atrocities.

I won't divulge any more details--I wouldn't want to give anything away--but I encourage everyone to read it! So many incredible themes: the contrast of the man's extreme caution with the boy's unfaltering hope in mankind, the boundless love between a father and child, the battle between our travelers and all the horrors of man ... I could go on.

And I just found out from my dear friend Google that they're making The Road into a movie. Before this discovery, Seth and I had speculated on who could play the man "if" they were to make it a motion picture. I couldn't think of anyone. Seth suggested Nicolas Cage. I gagged. Turns out it's Viggo Mortensen. A respectable pick, we think.

Interested in what others have to say about the book? Check out this link.

today's bekahism

"Mommy, before I was a baby, how did I get in your tummy?" (thinks a moment...) "Did you eat me?"

Pictactures

The other day, I was looking through the summer's photos so I could get prints made. There were many that were super-cute, of course, (when you have two adorable girls, the pictures ALWAYS turn out super-cute) so I thought I'd share a few with the world. Enjoy!

This is Bekah jamming on the recycled percussion booth at the Snake River Roaring Youth Jam. The Jam is way cool. Different organizations put up booths and let the kids go willy-nilly for three days. This was our first experience attending the Jam, and I have to say we'll definitely be there next year. See the other girls in their cutesy outfits? I felt like a delinquent mom for dressing Bekah in her hand-me-down Muppet Babies shirt until ...

she got started painting. There were at least three booths where they just hand the kids paints and brushes and let them go to town. You can see that Kermy has an extra coat of green by this point. Here is Bekah playing the giant xylophone she has just painted, with Analee watching in the background. Poor Ana ... at several of the booths I wouldn't even let her out of the stroller. I didn't want her eating paint.

And here is the aftermath of the Jam. I had asked Bekah if she wanted to go to the face-painting booth, but she took that to mean that she should take the brush that was laden with black point and paint her own face.

Analee doing Wii Fit with her daddy. I think it's supposed to be some yoga pose.

This is how Ana gets up on the couch--she leads with her head.

Llama, Analee and Seth at the petting zoo at the Eastern Idaho State Fair.

Seth and Rebekah inside the giant kaleidoscope at the EISF. This is the only picture in the batch that includes me. Look to the right of Bekah.

Analee enjoying a spoonful of gingersnap cookie dough.

Bekah in the tub showing off the shiner she got from falling off the back of the couch.

Rebekah enjoying an apple on the couch before church last week. Both girls have been living up to the "apple a day" adage because of the fall crop.

Analee eating her pre-church apple while watching TV.

To see more such pictures, kindly click here.

Braces tightened & surgery scheduled

I had my first post-braces-installed orthodontist appointment. Again, not fun. But not nearly as bad as the installation appointment. We're hoping that in five weeks my upper bicuspids will have rotated back to where they belong. Then I'll get a stronger wire.

And I have a surgery date--June 8, 2009! It's tentative ... but the orthodontist thinks I'll be ready to go by then. Poor Seth will have to spend his 27th birthday at the hospital with his doped-up wife who won't even be able to talk to him. Maybe he can pick up a piece of cake from the cafeteria. No candles, though. I doubt the hospital staff would appreciate their fire alarms going off.

I picked up a helpful little pamphlet called "Orthodontics and Surgery" from the ortho's office when I went last week. I thought I'd share a few choice selections:

#1--"In addition to affecting a person's appearance, an improper bite can lead to serious problems, such as abnormal tooth wear, periodontal disease, and possible joint pain."

Abnormal tooth wear. Check. The teeth on my right side are worn down a LOT more than those on my left.

Periodontal disease. Check. I had to go to the dentist several extra times so they could treat my gingivitis while I was pregnant with Bekah.

Possible joint pain. Check. Some days my jaw hurts from chewing/talking/singing too much.

So, again, I'm very grateful to be able to have the surgery. Thank you, Seth's insurance, for choosing to cover it!

#2--The four pictures on this page depict the types of problems that can be corrected by surgery and orthodontics. (Click on it to see a larger version.) Lucky me ... I fit into three of the four categories! (The lower three, to be exact.)

Anyway, those are the jaw-related updates. Goody!

lost but now found

While on my mission I was able to obtain a highly delicious but highly secret and well-guarded recipe for Italian dressing. I thought I'd lost it, but apparently I sent a copy to Andrea for safe-keeping. In the spirit of blessing the human race, I am posting that recipe here, although I am changing the name so as not to incur legal retaliation. If you like Italian dressing, welcome to Shangri-La.

"Adurtla's" Italian Dressing

1. Mix the following in 3 ounces of red wine vinegar:
   
   
   
   • 3/4 teaspoon of sugar
   
   
   • 3/4+ teaspoon of salt
   
   
   • 1/4 teaspoon of black pepper
   
   
   • 1/8 teaspoon of ground mustard
   
   
   • 1/8- teaspoon of celery seed
   
   
   • 1/8+ teaspoon of thyme
   
   
   • 1/8 teaspoon of oregano
   
   
   • 1/2 teaspoon of cilantro
   
   
   • 1/2 teaspoon of tarragon
   
   
   • 1/2 teaspoon of basil leaves
   
   


2. Add 1/2 teaspoon of lime juice and 1/2 teaspoon of lemon juice. Mix thoroughly.


3. Peel garlic and press about 1 and 1/2 teaspoons of garlic (w/juice). It is okay if you add additional amounts in small increments to taste. Make sure your garlic is white or light beige with no green stem.


4. Shake the dressing vigorously and let site for approximately 30 minutes before adding 3 and 1/2 to 4 ounces of 100% vegetable oil.

who hasn't covered this one?

Today was killer at work, so I decided to unwind by slamming out a cover of Bob Dylan's "All Along The Watchtower" for my weekly offering to the intertubes. Everybody and their dog has covered this song, from Jimi Hendrix to Dave Matthews to Devo. (Okay, probably not Devo. Maybe, though.) Probably not my most refined work, but good for blowing off steam.

Instead of taking up precious blog real estate, click here to watch.

Da Bears

While Seth was cavorting in the Island Park wilderness searching (unsuccessfully) for the elusive wapiti, the girls and I decided we needed to have an adventure of our own. So we packed our bags and headed off to Yellowstone Bear World's free kids day.

The girls enjoyed seeing the animals as we drove by, and they even made sure to make the appropriate animal noises. Bekah's "eagle eyes" even spotted an animal I didn't expect to see in there: turkeys. I'm surprised at how many animals they have. We saw mountain goats, deer, bison, elk, turkeys, grizzly bears, black bears and wolves.

This wolf was missing an eye. Bekah was very concerned about it. "Why is the mommy wolf missing an eye?" (Who knows if the wolf was actually female; Bekah had seen a "daddy wolf" earlier, so this must have been the mommy.)

One of the many black bears we spotted on the drive.

After the drive-through, we stopped the van and saw the bear cubs:

Bekah and Ana at the bear cubs' fence.

Then we checked out the petting zoo.

Looking at the deer inside the petting zoo, although these in particular were obviously not there to be petted. Fences kinda prevent that.
with holding Ana.

Then the last of our 45 minutes at Yellowstone Bear World were spent riding their amusement park rides. Over. And over. And over again. Ana was a good sport, which was quite a feat for a one-year-old, especially because Bekah insisted that we ride the roller coaster three times in a row. Followed by the train. And then the roller coaster.

Sorry ... no pics of the rides. I had my hands full with holding Analee. But if you're interested in seeing more pictures, click here.

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