Showing posts with label disappointment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disappointment. Show all posts

Monday, December 28, 2009

outtakes

As I'm finally sending out my Christmas (New Year's) cards today, I thought I would post some of the outtakes.

I took the kids for a photo shoot in November. I specifically chose a nice day, and we went around 3:30 p.m. so the sun wouldn't be too harsh. Well, it was too harsh anyway.



What's a photo shoot without a little crying?

Too bad about the lighting, because I really liked this one.

Self-portrait attempt #1. Max has longer arms, so he has to hold the camera. Where's Lucas?

Self-portrait attempt #2. This is not easy.

Walking home afterwards.

Marc took them out and shot some more contenders during my last Friday Flânerie, whew!


** Happy birthday, Michelle!! **

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Six for Sunday

Just a few things that happened this week that I wanted to document:

1. I finally was able to do my visiting teaching this week. I managed to find a time to visit one woman that I haven't seen since October. (She works two jobs, is extremely busy, and doesn't return phone calls.) We were catching up, and I discovered that they had an unexpected financial problem in November which resulted in them not having anything at all for Christmas. My heart sank. Here is a woman under my stewardship with a problem like that, and I didn't know anything about it! Have I mentioned she lives right down the street?

The Relief Society president had called her and happened to find out about their troubles. The ward provided Christmas for them, and they were very grateful. And all this happened without my knowledge (or my companion's). Oh the guilt. I am much more determined now to make sure that we keep in contact. I will try to get her email or cell number. Or I will drop by more frequently. Somehow, I have to do better. I hate knowing that I've fallen down on the job.

2. I took the boys to get their hair cut on Wednesday. Since then, Lucas has taken to fashioning his hair into a fauxhawk. I'm not opposed to this in theory, but I think his methods need a little work. It cracks me up that the boy who used to resist getting his hair combed with all his might now voluntarily goes into the bathroom upon waking to get busy styling.

Oh, and he told us he wants to watch the SuperBowl today! What the? I don't think we've ever had a football game on at our house. He sure knows how to surprise me.

3. Eva has been pretending to be various dogs this week (she is a huge fan of Martha Speaks). On Thursday, I found her lying on one of the stairs. (I confess I didn't know it was possible to stretch out on a step like that.) Apparently, that's where Miranda sleeps in her pretend dog world.

4. Marc and I went to a matinée of Slumdog Millionaire yesterday. Oh my. I loved it so much.

It doesn't have any explicit sex, but it does have some disturbing violence related to being an orphan and living in the slums. Despite that, it has an overwhelmingly buoyant, soaring, and upbeat feel. I loved the casting, the cinematography, the soundtrack, everything!

A movie that can make you want to sit and watch the credits has really accomplished something in my book. And going to a matinée makes me feel like I'm getting away with something! Truly enjoyable.


5. Last night, Eva woke up with croup. I already had her vaporizer going, and I rocked her for awhile so she could be upright, but she was still struggling to breathe, so we bundled up and went out into the cold. We were sitting outside shivering and she suddenly became very still. I followed her gaze and saw three deer walking down our street. They saw us and froze. Eva was completely enthralled and whispered, "they're white-tailed deer, Mama!" Eventually they decided we were not a threat and we watched them forage for awhile.

The cold air must have done the trick because she was able to go back to sleep and didn't wake up until after 9:00! This is so unusual for my kids that I actually went in to make sure she was breathing.

6. So now I'm home from church, again. We got a call this morning telling us that Max is going to be the new Deacon's quorum president (he was at church early setting up chairs). I wonder if his new calling will make him any more inclined to go on the Klondike campout this weekend? And I hope they don't set him apart today while I'm at home...

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Creative Friday

This was just one of those weeks where Creative Friday couldn't seem to come soon enough. I need it every week, but... sometimes even more so (do I say that every time?). It's like the reward for getting through the rest of my week -- piano lessons, the early morning school routine, YW activities, homework, housework, tantrums, fatigue, etc. On Friday, it's all worthwhile, because I know I get time for me. Time with Jill to re-connect, unload, laugh, nurture our friendship. And maybe even do something productive! When the kids are in school, it only ends up being 4 hours or so, but those hours (even though I'm not kid-free) are so restorative.


I am woefully behind on sending out my good mail birthday tags. I printed out a stack of them and cut, punched, hole-punched and strung them into sets. I thought I did so many, but it was only enough for 10 sets! So I'm still behind, but at least I have 10 fewer to do now...

Why is it so much more fun to work on creative pursuits with others? I know for me, I always have to ask Jill if what I'm making is cute. After I've been working with something for awhile, I lose all sense of perspective and I have to ask again, even though I know she is going to say, "Give yourself a smack!" (Would she ever tell me if indeed it wasn't cute? Probably not, but it's still reassuring.)

{the good mail queen was on a roll as usual!}

I was so excited to have peaches and cream for dessert. I absolutely love late-summer peaches, peeled, sliced and macerated in a little bit of sugar with a dollop of cream on top. Imagine my intense disappointment when the peaches were flavorless and even the texture was a little off! It was compounded by the fact that Jill had been looking forward to them as well, so I felt the disappointment even more keenly.

Would that every one of our self-portraits only included 15% of my face!

And now, to begin the long-distance run until next Friday...

Friday, July 04, 2008

balloons were a bust

Yesterday we got up with the sun to go to the annual hot air balloon launch.

We thought we'd be okay to arrive around 7:00, but it turns out, that was just wishful thinking. We got there at 6:50 and all the balloons were already in the air!

By the time we parked and walked to the field, they were long gone. I was holding out hope that they would return for the target dart throws...

Max and I walked over to McDonald's to get some breakfast, and I have never seen an eating establishment in such a state of chaos. We were able to order right away, and then we waited for almost 1/2 hour to get our food. By the time we got back to the group and ate, we were pretty much the only people remaining.

(One balloon returned while we were at McDonald's, so Jessie was able to get a couple of photos. Good grief.)

I was having a hard time getting over my disappointment at missing everything, but the kids took it in stride. We also ran into Hannah, her kids and her mom.

Hannah and cute Kaylee

Bella with one of the frisbees that were passed out to all the kids.

At least we were all together, and nothing can be completely awful when you're with people you love.


Note to self: next year, leave the house at 6:00, go through the drive-through at McDonald's, be on the field by 6:30!!
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