Thursday, December 18, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
When he doen't have school or work Eli helps around the house. The other day I woke up from a nap to find him doing laundry and taking care of Sophie at the same time.
For some reason when we go home to Idaho to visit my family Eli likes to pretend that is a dirt bike pro with my little brothers. He doesn't have the motorcycles like they do. . . or the helmet, boots, gloves, or any riding gear for that matter. So he scrapes together what he can and pretends he is being safe. Eli's idea of safe includes basketball shorts (it's November in Idaho mind you), my dads work shoes with no socks, and a borrowed helmet that is too small. I know, he looks incredibly sexy in this picture.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sophie's "I'm hungry" face & Sophie's kissing face. She does this a lot,
so we just kiss her a lot.
Over the past 3 weeks my definition of busy has done a 180. I thought that juggling school, work and basketball was a major feat. That seems easy now. Being "busy" with yourself is one thing, but when another person comes into the picture, it's totally different. Especially when that other person's name is Sophie. Something as simple as taking a shower and getting ready for the day has taken on a whole new meaning. I consider it a major accomplishment if I can get both shampoo and conditioner in and out of my hair without having to jump out of the shower and stop the screaming. Some have suggested just letting her scream. That may seem like a good idea, except the neighbors downstairs like to come knock on the door when they hear anything out of the ordinary, too loud, too quiet, if my car isn't here but I am, if they smell something. . . actually, I think they just like to come knock every now and then.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
I've been tagged by Jessica. . .
7 Things I would NEVER say:
1. No, I don't want any ice cream.
2. I'm a good singer.
3. McDonalds is disgusting.
4. Cheerleading is a sport.
5. I could survive without cable.
6. No Eli, I don't need my feet rubbed.
7. I have plenty of shoes.
7 Things Eli would NEVER say:
1. Yes, Candace can beat me at basketball.
2. Mountain Dew and Funyuns are a bad combo.
3. I can't sleep in very late.
4. I don't know how to get there.
5. No, you don't need to rub my back in church.
6. There is a possibility I may go bald.
7. Golf is boring to watch on TV.
7 Things I would NEVER say:
1. No, I don't want any ice cream.
2. I'm a good singer.
3. McDonalds is disgusting.
4. Cheerleading is a sport.
5. I could survive without cable.
6. No Eli, I don't need my feet rubbed.
7. I have plenty of shoes.
7 Things Eli would NEVER say:
1. Yes, Candace can beat me at basketball.
2. Mountain Dew and Funyuns are a bad combo.
3. I can't sleep in very late.
4. I don't know how to get there.
5. No, you don't need to rub my back in church.
6. There is a possibility I may go bald.
7. Golf is boring to watch on TV.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Project Baby
About 1 month in, still playin basketball
Two months, startin to lose the abs,
but can still snowboard.
3 months, apparently the baby is the size of a
rice grain, but I'm not convinced. A rice grain
would let me button up my jeans.
4 months, yeah, I finally broke down and
bought maternity clothes. A random woman
at work guessed I was due in August. I wish.
Try mid October.
Two months, startin to lose the abs,
but can still snowboard.
3 months, apparently the baby is the size of a
rice grain, but I'm not convinced. A rice grain
would let me button up my jeans.
4 months, yeah, I finally broke down and
bought maternity clothes. A random woman
at work guessed I was due in August. I wish.
Try mid October.
5 Months. Huge.
6 months, the belly buttons startin to poke out : (7 months
8 months. There are no words.
Winter X-Games
The Bajarito
The Incline
"The Incline" is in Colorado Springs near Pikes Peak, it's 2,820 railroad tie stairs to the top. Underestimating the challenge of it, we relied on our extreme athleticism and didn't take water. About 1,000 stairs up we seriously considered jumping the old man that kept passing us and taking his water.
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