Wednesday, July 02, 2014

I Heart Hand Signs

You know what, Blog? I'm just not feeling it. I think I'm over you. We've had a good run, this past decade, but I think it's time for me to say "peace out" for good. But since you've been so good to me, I'll leave you with one final treasure to remember me by.

Friday, April 04, 2014

Surgery Fun, Part II

Apparently age 5 is a great time for surgery in our family. Liam did it, so we thought Eliza should get the chance, too.

She has had an umbilical hernia since birth, and somewhere we had heard that it could possibly close on its own up until age 5. She turned 5 a few weeks ago, and it seemed like the right time.

It was pretty identical to Liam's surgical experience. It started with the cool jammies:

The anesthesiologists let her pick out a scent (naturally, she chose cotton candy), and then took her away. Fun fact: Liam chose the root beer-flavored anesthesia three years ago, and he has hated root beer ever since. I was glad she picked cotton candy, and not strawberry.

She had a nice little nap.

Then woke up and watched some TV.

 And rode out of the hospital in this sweet wagon.

Now it's four days later, and she's still hanging out in bed watching movies all day. She's living the dream!

Playing Catch-Up

If I hadn't gone into {temporary} blogging retirement, I might have written about our summer vacation to Martin's Cove and Mt. Rushmore last year.

Eliza was named after my great-great-great grandma, who brought her two kids from England to Utah. Her son was Liam's age and her daughter was Eliza's age, and they tell a cool story about her at Martin's Cove.

Then we met Ben's family at Mt. Rushmore, and had a fun time with the cousins.

And I might have written about Liam's baptism. This lucky duck got to be baptized on his eighth birthday:

We had a fun little party afterward with yummy treats.

I probably would have written about our fun Thanksgiving with Ben's family in Colorado, where we ran the Gobble Wobble 5K and played with cousins:

And maybe our fun Christmas with my family in California, where we played with more cousins and wore matchy outfits:

And I probably would have blogged about Eliza's 5th birthday party, which included pink-haired pony rides in our backyard for less than the cost of taking seven girls to Chuck E. Cheese. It was amazing!

But, since I really thought I was done blogging, this recap will have to do.

Thursday, April 03, 2014

Check...Check...One, Two...

Is this thing on?

Is anyone still blogging, or do we all have trust issues since Google Reader shut down? No? That's just me?


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

The Perfect Gift

A couple years ago, Ben pulled an old hammock from his mission out of the attic and hung it from two trees in our backyard. We had a fun summer in the hammock, and then one end got a little shredded and we threw it away.

We never talked about the hammock again, but this year when I was trying to come up with a good Father's Day present for Ben, I remembered the hammock. And then, in true Kim fashion, I forgot about it two seconds later.

About a week ago it was really bugging me that I couldn't remember what my perfect Father's Day present was going to be, so I asked Ben what he wanted, hoping he might give me a clue. He said something in Nerd  language--some part for his 3-D printer. I said, "Huh?" and he said, "I'll just order it myself."

I was off the hook. Score! But it still bugged me that I couldn't remember the perfect gift. A couple nights ago I told Ben this story. "I thought of something perfect for you," I said, "but I can't remember what it was."

And that's when he said, "Don't worry about it...I just ordered myself a Father's Day present." I asked what it was, and he said, "a hammock."

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Silly Sammy Slick

Liam's two front teeth have been loose for probably six months. No lie. They don't even bother him. He's pretty wimpy when it comes to wiggling teeth.

This morning at the dentist, I mentioned that my son was coming in on Wednesday, and that his two front teeth are loose. The dental hygienist said the dentist can pull them, but it costs about $50 per tooth. Can you imagine paying $100 for the dentist to pull perfectly healthy, totally loose baby teeth out of your seven-year-old? Not a chance.

I marched home and told Liam I would double the allowance money he had saved up if we could take those teeth out today. Sure, he almost passed out from the pain, but when he came home from Target with his new box of Legos, he told me it was totally worth it.

And I couldn't agree more. Just check out his sweet new lisp:


Tuesday, April 16, 2013


Ben totally got caught texting while flying.

Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Happy Birthday, Ollie!

It’s no secret that newborns aren’t my favorite creatures. I've shared my testimony of one-year-olds here and here, and now I’m ready to do it again. But it’s blowing my mind that it’s been a year since Ollie was born. How is that possible?

How can I still be fighting with my secondary insurance company about the hospital bills an entire year later? I swear that the first year of Liam’s life lasted the equivalent of three years. That kid took FOREVER to turn one. This time it flew by at the speed of sound. Or light, even.

Ollie has just started interacting with us like a little human. He signs more, finished, and milk, waves hello, and claps. He laughs hysterically at his siblings—especially at his BFF and roommate, Liam.

He still has that delicious smell that I love so much—probably the one reason I fell in love with my screamy newborns. I wish I could bottle that baby smell.

He wanders around on his hands and knees all day, scavenging for crumbs or sticking his hands in the toilet. He’s a pro at unrolling toilet paper. He’s pretty content to just do his own thing, maybe because he already knows his sassy older sister is always going to demand all of the attention, so he should just give up now.

I used to think my third baby should be a girl, because every girl needs a sister. But now I see how wrong I was. Ollie is the perfect little ending to our family (and the last thing Eliza needs is a mini clone following her example).

I just adore this boy, and I hope his next 20 years go by a little slower than his first one.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Still Rambling about My Fireplace

You’re probably wondering if I’m ever going to shut up about my new fireplace.

Probably not.

I still love it, but I felt like maybe the black and white were too contrast-y. My furniture suddenly seemed so dark. So I switched out my couches, tables and fireplace cover. I’m still not sure whether I made the right decision, but I feel okay about it because at least I broke even.



I found this lovely little number at the thrift store. I think it might have had a glass top in its former life.

I found a piece of wood luan (left over from the fireplace project) in the garage and glued it where the glass would have gone. Then I painted, stained and got new hardware and it’s good as new.

I found this end table on KSL. I didn’t take a before picture, but it was all white. I started sanding down the top and found wood underneath. Eureka! So I stained it to match the coffee table and switched out the hardware. Don’t they look like they could be siblings?

The couches are from Ikea. I really wanted the cream slipcovers, but they were dry clean only and three times more expensive. So I bought white covers and washed them with a tiny bit of tan Rit dye. They came out just how I hoped they would. I love it when that happens.

I made the fireplace cover from the cheapest wood you can find at Home Depot. I think it’s supposed to be for fences. I bought 30-feet of it for like $6, chopped it up, and attached it together with a couple of hinges.

Sometimes I wonder why in the world I would buy white couches when I have little kids, but people all over the Internet say they love their white slipcovers because they can just throw them in the washing machine any old time. I might have huge regrets in a month or two, but for now I think I love them.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Right Here in River City

We've got TROUBLE.

"You think you can do something productive for 5 seconds while I'm alone with this bag? THINK AGAIN, MOTHER."