Thursday, April 16, 2015

Thank Yous

In the spirit of Jimmy Fallon, I'm going to start doing some weekly thank yous.

Thank you, Smith's Double Vanilla Ice Cream, for getting me to like plain vanilla ice cream again after a 24 year absence.

Thank you, Spring, for exploding in my face.

Thank you, Winter, for the joke.

Thank you, Rodger, for being full of hilarious faces.

Thank you, Jillian, for challenging Smith's Double Vanilla Ice Cream to a stiff competition of who will kill me first.

Thank you, Chef Brad of Fusion Grain Cooking, for teaching me this "fabulous" breakfast recipe.

And thank you, Easter, for reminding me there can be beauty in hashtags. #BecauseHeLives (Is it weird that the part with the girl eating ice cream is the part that made me cry?)

Monday, April 6, 2015

Long Days

A month after having my baby, a good friend emailed me an update of her four kids. She ended the email by saying "The days are long, but the years fly by!" I haven't experienced the years yet, but amen to those long days.

Some times I will lay Rodger on the floor and we'll change his diaper, sing songs, name all the parts on his body, count to 100 with our fingers, then recount in Spanish, practice the BYU fight song, read some poetry, talk about the downfall and destruction of the Nephites, have tickle time, have tummy time, have cuddle time to make up for traumatic tummy time - and then think "Surely it's time for our nap, we've been playing for hours!" Nope. Only 20 minutes have gone by. Hmm. Long days? Talk about long minutes.

I always expected motherhood to be hard. I knew I would lose my body, my brain, my identity, my time, my sleep. And you know what? It is hard and I did lose all those things. But in exchange, I got the gift of long days. Because apparently, in the blink of an eye all his years with me will be gone - and he'll be off having his own babies and beginning his own long days.

I LOVE my long days. Even when the days involve lots of tears and wishes for sleep and long moments of boredom.


(Typical Rodger to go from this to this. He is highly suspicious of any and all cameras.)

 I look at this baby and say prayers of gratitude for the long days and wish in my heart they could be just a little longer.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015


Remember when I used to confess things regularly on this blog? Those were the days.

Here's a confession: I have a TON of never published drafts on this blog, so I'm just going to start randomly publishing them. Here's one from two or three summers ago.


Here's a confession: I LOVE cacti. 

It's true.

I saw this picture on pinterest, fell in love, thought I'd try to make my own.

I picked up some $2 cacti at Home Depot and got a 25 cent container from DI.

I chose not to wear gloves. I chose pain.

Less then 10 minutes of work and, voila!

I'm in love with it.

I took like a bazillion pictures of it.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Check, Check

It was Adrienne's birthday this weekend.

This cake was not for her birthday.

It was inspired by her birthday leftover homemade churro chocolate orange dipping sauce. 

When inspiration came knocking, so did the fact that I didn't have any round cake pans. I used heart pans and tried to mold it into circles.

It was delicious.

And checkered. Ta-da!!!

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Pinterest Fail

I had a brilliant idea to try a pinterest project at school for my kids to take home as Christmas gifts for their parents.

Here's the pinterest inspiration:

Here are my kids' aspirations:


And yes, I still sent them home with them.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

It was a dark and scary night...

Happy Halloween, everybody! 

I made my students write scary stories and they all had to begin with "It was a dark and scary night." So, here's a little treat for you on this hallowed eve. 

The Haunted House
by Krithika 

It was a dark and scary night. Once there was a haunted house on Halloween night. Krithika, Kade, and Mackie (all real students in my class) were going together Halloween night.

Suddenly, Krithika's mom said, "You have to come inside for dinner!" But Krithika was the smart one out of all of them. Not a good idea.

Then Mackie got an idea. "How about going without Krithika and then we'd get all of the candy!" Bad idea.

"That's a great idea!" said Kade.

"Oh, not gooooood," said Mackie.

"What not goooooood?" said Kade.

"A haunted house!" said Mackie.

"What's a haunted house, you freakin' dude?" said Kade.

"That's not cool, dude," said Mackie.

"What?" said Kade.

"Oh, no," said Mackie.

"That is cool," said Kade.

Then the two ghosts ate both of them!

It was not a good idea to go without Krithika.

The End

Saturday, September 28, 2013


I used to think I wasn't very good at giving compliments.

Starting my second year as a second grade teacher has changed me. I give compliments all of the time.
From the big to the mundane, my days are like one big compliment free-for-all.

"That is a beautiful drawing!"

"You are a math genius!"

"Look at how straight your "r"s are, wow!"

"I love the way you are standing quietly in line."

"Thank you for sharing, you are so kind."

"The way you raise your hand every time you have a question makes my heart jump for joy."

"Excellent guess!"

I've noticed my compliment habit has transferred over to life outside of school. Without even realizing what I'm saying, I've started complimenting adults on the mundane aspects of their lives.

"That's a beautiful doodle!"

"You are a butter-spreading genius!"

"Look how straight your "r"s are, wow!"

"I love the sound of your chewing, it's perfect."

"Thank you for sharing, you are so kind."

"I've never seen anyone catch flies as well as you, it makes my heart jump for joy."

"Excellent use of the turn signal!"

I don't understand why people think these compliments are weird. I mean, as long as they're sincere - it should make them happy, right?

So to whoever is reading this, I would just like to say: You are an amazing reader. Way to go, superstar!