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On the Occasion of her13th birthday, I have listed thirteen things that I love about my daughter:

  1. She is my #1 helper, always capable and usually willing, whether it be watching the boys, figuring out my electronic gadgets, or putting together an outfit for me.
  2. She is enthusiastic about life.
  3. Like me, she loves any and all babies; puppies, kittens, foals, humans.
  4. She is a good girl and makes good choices in what she watches, listens to and reads. She loves I Love Lucy, Jon and Kate Plus Eight, and the Wicked soundtrack.
  5. Like her dad, she is a people person and can carry on a conversation with just about everyone. They often team up to convince me to have dinner parties at the spur of the moment.
  6. She is an honest and loyal friend.
  7. We never miss our favorite shows because she is diligent in programing the DVR.
  8. Her favorite part of the paper is the comics which she reads religiously.
  9. She gives the best back massages, sometimes without being requested.
  10. She is smart and picks things up quickly, like the piano. I love watching her as she learns and grows and improves.
  11. She’s genuinely interested in our neighbors. Every Sunday she and her dad choose a couple of people to make and take cookies to so they can chat and learn more about them.
  12. She has an incredible memory and can recall details of past events that nobody else can remember. She has all her family and friends’ birthdays memorized.
  13. She is beautiful inside and out.

Happy Happy Birthday!!!

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Life's Playlist


If you were to put together a short list of songs for your life, what would it look like? Here’s mine…so far.

Me and My Big Sis

Age 6: Hanging out with my sister on a lazy Sunday afternoon, playing Husker Du, waiting for Sunday dinner while listening to Dad’s LP of Elton John’s Don’t Go Breaking My Heart.

Age 11: At my friend Jill Nelson’s house with our sticker collections, trading rainbows, alligators, hearst, and whales while listening to Kim Carne’s Betty Davis Eyes.

Age14: In the dimly lit cultural hall dancing in a circle with friends, hoping the next song will be slow and that the cute kid from the other ward will ask me to dance, I very well could have been dancing to Kenny Loggin’s Footloose.

Age 15: Heartbroken after moving 300 miles away from my “first true love”, sulking in my room, eating Now and Laters, listening to “our song”, Kool and the Gang’s Cherish.

Age 17: Dancing with my prom date, attempting to keep my bangs standing high in the Connecticut spring humidity, swaying to Ben E. King’s Stand By Me.

Age 18: My first year of college, living at the Glenwood with my 5 roommates, preparing for an evening at The Ivory Tower, moussing our perms, caking on mascara and slipping into our acid washed jeans, we groove to Bobby Brown’s Prerogative.

Age 22: After the wedding ceremony and the reception line and before the cake cutting, my prom date and I squeeze in The First Dance to Eric Clapton’s The way You Look Tonight.

Age 24: Sitting in the newly furnished nursery, awaiting the arrival of our first baby, oblivious to how life would change for us, listening to Everything But The Girl’s Apron Strings.

Age 26: Driving around our new neighborhood in California with a two-year old, trying to get my bearings and looking for the closest grocery store, we listened to Raffi’s Banana Phone (for the gazillionth time).

Sadly, my playlist for the next ten years was all kids music all the time until my oldest hit 12 and developed a taste for pop. Now that I’m a mom, I am uber-anal about what music is played in the house. I hear lyrics that I hadn’t heard before and, although not always shocked, I am often surprised at how hard it is to find music that’s appropriate for the diverse audience that is our family. Someday , when I no longer play the role of lyric nazi, I will rediscover my taste in music and maybe even get an ipod of my own.

Now it’s your turn. What would be on your playlist??? (more…)

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Life’s Playlist


If you were to put together a short list of songs for your life, what would it look like? Here’s mine…so far.

Me and My Big Sis

Age 6: Hanging out with my sister on a lazy Sunday afternoon, playing Husker Du, waiting for Sunday dinner while listening to Dad’s LP of Elton John’s Don’t Go Breaking My Heart.

Age 11: At my friend Jill Nelson’s house with our sticker collections, trading rainbows, alligators, hearst, and whales while listening to Kim Carne’s Betty Davis Eyes.

Age14: In the dimly lit cultural hall dancing in a circle with friends, hoping the next song will be slow and that the cute kid from the other ward will ask me to dance, I very well could have been dancing to Kenny Loggin’s Footloose.

Age 15: Heartbroken after moving 300 miles away from my “first true love”, sulking in my room, eating Now and Laters, listening to “our song”, Kool and the Gang’s Cherish.

Age 17: Dancing with my prom date, attempting to keep my bangs standing high in the Connecticut spring humidity, swaying to Ben E. King’s Stand By Me.

Age 18: My first year of college, living at the Glenwood with my 5 roommates, preparing for an evening at The Ivory Tower, moussing our perms, caking on mascara and slipping into our acid washed jeans, we groove to Bobby Brown’s Prerogative.

Age 22: After the wedding ceremony and the reception line and before the cake cutting, my prom date and I squeeze in The First Dance to Eric Clapton’s The way You Look Tonight.

Age 24: Sitting in the newly furnished nursery, awaiting the arrival of our first baby, oblivious to how life would change for us, listening to Everything But The Girl’s Apron Strings.

Age 26: Driving around our new neighborhood in California with a two-year old, trying to get my bearings and looking for the closest grocery store, we listened to Raffi’s Banana Phone (for the gazillionth time).

Sadly, my playlist for the next ten years was all kids music all the time until my oldest hit 12 and developed a taste for pop. Now that I’m a mom, I am uber-anal about what music is played in the house. I hear lyrics that I hadn’t heard before and, although not always shocked, I am often surprised at how hard it is to find music that’s appropriate for the diverse audience that is our family. Someday , when I no longer play the role of lyric nazi, I will rediscover my taste in music and maybe even get an ipod of my own.

Now it’s your turn. What would be on your playlist??? (more…)

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Our neighbors here are a diverse group. To our left we’ve got the entrepreneurs that own all the Dairy Queens in the valley. Around the corner is a fellow homeschooling family. He’s a pilot and flies humanitarian missions. The family a few doors down runs a machine rental company. A smattering of people work for HP. One guy owns a big hardward and farm supply business. Some are retired and spend most of their time gardening. Some are young with very young kids. They are all different but they all have one thing in common…

They’ve all been through our house.

Yes, they belong to the group I like to call OOH-There’s-A-New-House-Going-Up-Let’s-Walk-Through-It club. You’ve met them, or maybe you’re a member yourself. As long as there aren’t locks on the doors or glass in the windows, there’s no keeping them out. They like to glean new ideas for their own dream homes and see if they can guess which room is which. “I wonder what they’re gonna use this room for”. Or, “Wow, I never would have done that”.

How do I know so much about this club? Because I am a loyal, unrepentant, fully engaged member myself. I like to convince my husband to go on Sunday morning walks with the intention of getting out and enjoying nature… only to conveniently find ourselves in front of the new subdivision under construction slated to be included in this year’s home show. My attempt at being nonchalant has been overshadowed by my predictability. I think he’s caught on by now.

So this post goes out to all my fellow members of the OTANHGULWTI club and those who may be considering joining. I’ve had some friends wanting pictures of our new house. It’s still in mid-chaos but organized enough to get the idea. Pictures, wall clutter, and nick knacks are still in boxes in the garage, which is where they may stay at this point until motivation resurfaces.

The House

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