27 April 2007

dial uppers...give it a minute or 8...

so i guess this is just how it is...
no post for a week
& then two in one day
that's how i roll
or something like that...

it started out as an ordinary day
friday morning
play group
out to the henderson farm
i knew that we would be outside
but i didn't know
that i would get some of my favorite pictures...

you know how you take a picture sometimes
& you think
oh this is going to be great
you can just see it in your mind
& then you get it printed
& you are not happy
it looks nothing like what you saw...

these look just like what i saw
& i am a happy mama...

her hair was just glowing in the sun...

yep he's a boy
(our friend carson)

& he's got a brother
(Q's favorite boy-friend emmett)

& i could take pictures of this little cutie for days
mr. noah...

& my favorite series...
CAUTION: grandma, you will not like the 3rd picture...
you have been warned...
'hey that looks fun'

'maybe not so fun'

'this is so not fun'

'back to fun'

& she was relatively happy after that
didn't go near the puddles again
but was happy
going topless
on the farm...

*love this*

Let it go,
Let it roll right off your shoulder
Don't you know
The hardest part is over
Let it in,
Let your clarity define you
In the end
We will only just remember how it feels

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain

Let it slide,
Let your troubles fall behind you
Let it shine
Until you feel it all around you
And i don't mind
If it's me you need to turn to
We'll get by,
It's the heart that really matters in the end

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain

All of my regret
Will wash away some how
But i can not forget
The way i feel right now

In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away but these small hours
These small hours, still remain,
Still remain
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These little wonders still remain
~rob thomas

there's a scrapbook page in there somewhere...
stay tuned....

17 April 2007


& much much more
oh & did i mention today is her birthday?

happy happy birthday grandma!
i love you!

11 April 2007

matchy matchy...

before b & i got married
i bought these dinner plates
& salad plates
& bowls
four colors
two of each color

they have been so wonderful!
(am i coocoo for saying my dinner plates have been wonderful?
maybe...but you are here reading so i'll just keep going...)
for some reason we go through pasta bowls
like we will be arrested if we are found
with more than three in our cupboard...
might be our after pasta tradition of saying
'that was delish!'
& throwing the bowl on the floor just to watch it shatter...
hmmm might have to rethink that one...
we have gone through a bunch
thankfully those four colors
are super easy to match
& so i have been able to find fun patterns...

so i went to someone's house one time
i suspect it was my sister
(of course i have been to her house more than once
but this was a specific instance)
& she had these great, big, deep bowls
i think they would be called cereal bowls
but giant
like those little individual bowls of sugar snaps
would not even fill it up halfway
(by the way WHO among you has ever eaten sugar sanps?
those were the ones that always stuck around our cupboard...
cereal with a frog on it...
for some reason i just couldn't do it
plus in the picture they look like corn nuts
corn nuts with milk?
no thank you.)
i alway thought that those bowls were neat
but i never dreamed that i could have them
(exciting dream life i have...)
i mean really
we have
shallow soup bowls
pasta bowls
cereal bowls
(that my bridesmaids painted at a little party we had before our wedding
there are 3 left

do we really need more bowls?

God said yes.
as i walked through the dollar tree
he said yes.
he said here are some big deep
cereal bowls fit for a giant.
& he said $1 each for you, emily ruth.

& check it....

they match almost exactly
the blue & green are a little off
but i'm not complaining
no i'm not, God you did not hear any complaint from me...
sometimes little things working out
gets you through the day....
(thanks, God)

additional coocoo:
when we are home watching UO duck games
i always make sure that we are using the green & yellow together
& i always make sure to say
'did you notice the colors of the plates?'
& he always says
'oh yeah, that's cool!'

02 April 2007

today my favorite...

picture of Q...

(& that 'mom rules' shirt is my favorite right now too)

upbeat song...
The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani
'I must apologize for acting, stinking, treating you this way
Cause I've been acting like sour milk fell on the floor
& it's your fault you didn't shut the refridgerator
Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold'
just go download it...

weather pattern rolling through eugene oregon...
sunny with bright white silver lining clouds

picture of miss one year old...

love the crazy hair

relaxing sweet song...
Ordinary Miracle by Sarah McLachlan

magazine quote about 'the biggest decorating mistake people make'...
'Not connectiong their heart & their life to their home.
It needs to feel & look like them, not someone else's idea of cool or pretty'

old song that i loved in my 20's & have decided to bring it along into the next decade...
Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel

radio show pod cast archives to listen to while updating go-mom-go.com...
this american life

movie to see half of on a saturday at the dollar-fifty because we forgot that one year olds only sit through as much of the movie as their snack & cup of milk will allow...
charlotte's web
(half the movie...still cried at the end...
just for the record)

daddy daughter picture...

love that they are reading 'daddy & me'
& that she has on summer jammies
(has only worn those one night so far)

quote from 'the office'...
Michael Scott: Would I rather be feared or loved? Um... Easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.