I think it's pretty safe to say
he didn't get his dad's singing voice...
which means he must have mine
he didn't get his dad's singing voice...
which means he must have mine
The Process of Articulation Therapy
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Shout Out
This is a shout out to my graphic designer brother-in-law who volunteered to take our pictures last weekend while we were up in Provo. Or his wife volunteered him. But either way, we are grateful for his patience, willingness, and photoshopping skills.
This small version of the shot doesn't do it much justice. But I love the background and the warmth of the picture. Thanks, Chris and Heidi. You guys are the best!
And here are a couple more for your viewing pleasure.
And...who else could take this sweet-looking innocent picture (which I love)...
and turn it into this...
(who else except my 80s rock-loving brother-in-law. And who else would print out an 8x10 for his office...only his 80s rock-loving brother).
And here are a couple more for your viewing pleasure.
And...who else could take this sweet-looking innocent picture (which I love)...
and turn it into this...
(who else except my 80s rock-loving brother-in-law. And who else would print out an 8x10 for his office...only his 80s rock-loving brother).Sunday, August 30, 2009
College? Really?
We just got back from a great trip up to Provo for five days. What a fantastic trip! Thanks Chris and Heidi (and dad)! We had a fabulous time.
I would like to highlight just one part of this wonderful trip we took, because it still has me giggling.
My sister-in-law, Heidi, makes this fabulous bread and taught me all of her secrets while I was up at her house. This bread is so yummy, fast, and easy that we went to the store at 9:30 on a Saturday night so I could procure the rare ingredients that go into baking this delectable bread (and dinner rolls, cinnamon rolls, breadsticks,...).
While at Macey's picking up some of the ingredients, I was chatting with the young, male checker (is that the appropriate term?) while Heidi was shooting the breeze with the younger, male bagger(?)...all while the even younger male bagger from the next checkstand was doing a price check for us (he's on the high school track team and is apparently the fastest runner).
Keep in mind that Heidi and I are both happily married and these young men were all in the ballpark of about 16 years of age.
Here go the conversations(roughly):
Conversation 1:
Bagger: Who buys this much flour on a Saturday night?
Heidi: Oh, we need this to make bread.
Bagger: Who makes bread anymore? My grandma used to make bread.
Heidi: I love to make bread.
Bagger: Why are you buying applesauce? There's no applesauce in a bread recipe.
Heidi: There is in this bread recipe.
(How does this kid know what goes in a bread recipe?)
Conversation 2:
(This conversation took place while Heidi's phone was ringing because our husbands were ready to leave for their 10 o'clock movie)
Megan: We're only 2 minutes late and they're already calling us.
Checker: Who, your parents?
Megan: Our parents? No, our husbands. Why, do we look that young?
Checker: I thought you were in college.
Dear Young Man Checker,
Thanks for the vote of confidence. You made our day.
P.S. I graduated from college in 2000
I would like to highlight just one part of this wonderful trip we took, because it still has me giggling.
My sister-in-law, Heidi, makes this fabulous bread and taught me all of her secrets while I was up at her house. This bread is so yummy, fast, and easy that we went to the store at 9:30 on a Saturday night so I could procure the rare ingredients that go into baking this delectable bread (and dinner rolls, cinnamon rolls, breadsticks,...).
While at Macey's picking up some of the ingredients, I was chatting with the young, male checker (is that the appropriate term?) while Heidi was shooting the breeze with the younger, male bagger(?)...all while the even younger male bagger from the next checkstand was doing a price check for us (he's on the high school track team and is apparently the fastest runner).
Keep in mind that Heidi and I are both happily married and these young men were all in the ballpark of about 16 years of age.
Here go the conversations(roughly):
Conversation 1:
Bagger: Who buys this much flour on a Saturday night?
Heidi: Oh, we need this to make bread.
Bagger: Who makes bread anymore? My grandma used to make bread.
Heidi: I love to make bread.
Bagger: Why are you buying applesauce? There's no applesauce in a bread recipe.
Heidi: There is in this bread recipe.
(How does this kid know what goes in a bread recipe?)
Conversation 2:
(This conversation took place while Heidi's phone was ringing because our husbands were ready to leave for their 10 o'clock movie)
Megan: We're only 2 minutes late and they're already calling us.
Checker: Who, your parents?
Megan: Our parents? No, our husbands. Why, do we look that young?
Checker: I thought you were in college.
Dear Young Man Checker,
Thanks for the vote of confidence. You made our day.
P.S. I graduated from college in 2000
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Too Cute
We went to the Washington Rec Center last night with our friends, the Mathews. Luke, being the angel he is, fell asleep in the bouncy swing. Thanks, Mary, for taking the picture (we didn't have our camera...and how could we miss a shot like this?)
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