Idaho and other random tidbits of life

We got a new computer last week...and we forgot to take off everything before we unplugged the old beast...which means that I don't have any of our more recent pictures, since I oddly downloaded and erased everything off my camera (highly unusual, I know). So, you only get the (very few) pics I took while in Idaho visiting family. I'll have to do a catch-up later.

I've come to realize that I'm not too much of a picture taker. As I watched some of my fellow reunioners (yup, made up word right there) struggle to get their children to pose and smile for pictures or lurk around looking for that Perfect Shot, it occurred to me that I'm just not one of them. I would much rather sit back and enjoy the moment then stress myself out trying to coax my children into a spontaneous photo shoot. Don't get me wrong, I love the pictures I do get, I just find that I rarely exert the effort and stress needed to get absolutely wonderful photos. Then again, I'm lazy like that.

So, these were the two (count 'em: 1...2) pictures I managed to take at the big family picnic, neither of which were particularly good, I might add:


Luckily, I pulled out the camera a bit more often when we managed to squeeze away from my side of things to meet up with Spencer's family in Bountiful (they were nice enough to drive 2+ hours just to spend the day with us).

Thanks Grandma and Grandpa for the dress-ups!

The world is a better place when bubbles are involved

The event of Georgia's day? Throwing grass on Uncle Isaac


Aunt Leslie and Scarlett

Ezra and Grandma

We all fell in love with this cool little shake and burger joint we stumbled across

So there's your Idaho update, folks. Sorry for the lack of pictures, but as I warned earlier, I'm not always much of a picture-taker. Apologies also that the post is a little Scarlett-heavy, however, as Pinkalicious's mommy reminds us, "You get what you get and you don't get upset."

Here's a few other random tidbits of life for y'all...

This afternoon Georgie was playing superheroes. After zooming around for a while fighting fires and conquering evil, she plopped down, cape intact, and informed me that Super Georgia was now going to make rolls. I couldn't help but smile 'cause, you know, "the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world."

As a follow-up to my recent exercise post, last week I started to run. I get up at 6:30 in the morning and run for 1.5-2 miles, 3-4 days a week. I was already getting up at 7:00 with the kids most days and I realized that getting up half an hour earlier a few days a week wasn't going kill me. So, I made like Nike and just did it. To be honest, I was really expecting it to go badly. Reeeeally, truly horrible, in fact. You see, my entire life I've abhorred running. H.a.t.e.d. it. The last time I ran even semi-regularly was gym class in 8th grade and it was not a pleasant experience, to say the least. This time, however...not so much. It's odd, it's like my body kinda sorta likes it. It's really been going great, actually. I went out and bought some running shorts the other day to make sure I stick with it ('cause the guilt will get to me otherwise) and I'm really hoping I do, if for nothing else then the stolen Me Time running squeezes in. As for now, in the famous words of Monty Python, "I'm not dead yet."

In response to last week's purse post, I've been asked to provide a picture of the bag I actually did get recently, versus the bags I just dream about. Despite my adulterous day dreams, I really do love my new purse. It's mildly flamboyant and oh-so-me. While it might not make the angels sing, it at least deserves a heartfelt rendition of Stevie Wonder's Isn't She Lovely.

Here's a random thought to end with: Today I found freezer jam in my pantry and a couple of days ago I found melting butter on my entertainment center. I think it's safe to say I'm a little scattered. Three (very) small mowglis will do that to you.