Sunday, February 15, 2015

Ponies and playtime

After a particularly hectic week (did my first job shadow in OT) I took Will to the Curiosity Museum for some one on one, but first we hit the farm area. Watch him feeding goats here.

The weather was crazy gorgeous that day and has been really for a while. This week set record high temps all over Utah for February. Crazy.

He was uber sensitive and rather cranky that day but we still had fun. Here he's in the plane they have suspended in there. You can hear him telling the next kid (in Will language) to wait his turn. I'm thinking Will hasn't caught on to the whole sharing thing very well being so much younger.) Oy.

I know this blog has a plethora of pictures of Will. He's just fun to take pictures of right now for all of us (I've learned it won't always be that way!)  It works out good for me when I make my blog books too because I can import them all in and there is our family album of him growing up. John is actually pretty good at letting us take pictures. I need to take advantage of that more often.

Speaking of which, here is me after getting my hair done this week.
Look fast! It won't look like this for longer than 24 hours!

I always do my hair curly/wavy these days because it's so much easier for me. There is a fair amount of ratting my hairdresser does to get my thin hair to look good straight and that's a pain.

Sarah pics


Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Calculating a Sunday

  When Linda saw this she made the observation that "Peter shrank" which cracked me up. 
All I can say is please don't grow up to be an accountant.

We hung out in bed while Peter contemplated a nap
Didn't happen. Went for a walk to the park instead.

Don't give up that childhood too quick, mister.

 Video here.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Cheap thrills & squinty eyes

Had my first Biology midterm last week. Everyone in our study group studied like crazy and drilled each other in anticipation of this. We were all worried.
The test ended up being hard, but not nearly as hard as we feared. And bonus-- the teacher gave us 2 extra credit problems that I by some true miracle got right! So even though I missed a question on the test I got 106%. I was ridiculously excited about it because I'm super nerdy that way and I know this may never happen again. I made Peter and Aaron look at it because you know, it really matters a lot in their lives. Then I sent pictures of it to my parents and Lily.
Everyone humors me because they're nice like that. Somehow it doesn't matter to me if anyone cares or not, I still want them to share my joy. Apparently I never grow up that way.

We are supposed to have a picture posted by our name on the online platform where different assignments, etc are for different classes so people can get an idea of who you are and place a face to the name. Last semester I never got one on but this semester my OT teacher insisted we all do it. I've combed through every picture I've taken in the last year or longer and there were none just of me. I cropped my face out of a few but they weren't that clear so I decided to take a selfie in front of my window for the best lighting. Right as I'm shooting away a mother of one of Rebecca's friends (and a personal acquaintance of mine) pulls up in the driveway to pick up her daughter and says with a big smile, "Did you get a good shot?" She knew she had me.
Good grief. Can I never get away with something without embarrassing myself?
Every last picture was a remarkable example of my squinty eye. When I showed Sarah she said that's just life and that's the way it's going to be so deal with it. I guess I'll take the wisdom of my teenage daughter and try to find acceptance with my squinty eye. Aaron has it too and I've seen him try to open that eye more or open both eyes wider. It just makes me giggle because nothing ever works. Thanks to Dad we're just mutants.

Sarah's first formalish dance

Sarah was coerced by a friend into asking someone to the Sweetheart's Dance. These things are not her favorite by any means. This was her first semi-formal event and the whole thing was kind of stressful for her and when she came home last night her first comment was that she was glad it was over. Yikes. 
After failing to find someone who didn't already have other plans she decided to ask a guy who likely wasn't going to be asked, which I thought was very cute. And who knows, maybe they'd hit it off?
He gave her a giant red corsage when she recommended white (you can see how that would go fabulous with this dress) and when she showed up at the door his mom said nothing to her. She then she spent the entire date trying to drum up conversation with someone who spoke almost no words back. (Like mother, like son?) She was able, through great effort, to get out of him that they have almost nothing in common. Like, at all.
(Heh! Let's just pull over here on Awkward Street!
Oh man, I do NOT miss this part of being a teenager.)
She sure looked like a cutie though.

Sarah doesn't eat much dairy. We're pretty sure she's got some issues with lactose--I need to take her in to get tested for that (however it is that works.) After the dance they went to her friend's house where there was chocolate fondue. She ate a little, some time went by, and then she ended up announcing she might throw up. I'm thinking she must have been feeling pretty crappy to actually verbalize that. What a great way to end the perfect date! 
Luckily the feeling passed and they made it out without incident.
Actually I think my favorite part is where she told him she hoped he didn't mind if she didn't walk him to the door, because, you know, what's the point?
LOL!! At least she's honest!

This sweet dress right here was a close runner up. Lily says to save it for the Prom.
In all seriousness I didn't even know they made dresses like this, because for what horrible occasion would you be wearing it? Because even for a funeral? I mean, whaaaa???
As Lily would say, "So many treasures."
Ahh! Lily! You kill me!!

Need some motivation--or just a good laugh? 
Sarah has this Valentine's themed motivation board just for you:)