Flashback Friday

Once upon a time....

I took a trip in a plane for the very first time. I was 17 or 18 and about to graduate high school.

This trip was a choir trip to Disneyland.



I had some good friends although I was a huge nerd - but who isn't in high school?

No flashback video, but some cute pictures intead.

Jackson and Jasper are quite the pair. Jackson loves his "brousin" (Jas calls Jackson his brousin, half cousin, half brother).

He LOVES going out in the stroller.

And being outside. Here he is at one of Jasper's baseball games.

He is sitting in his bumpo here . . . although he usually only sits in it for like 10 seconds before he gets bored and wriggles free.

The roof is coming along!

Jasper at his first game.

And does this count as crawling??

oops

I can't figure out how to upload this DVD to my blog. So, maybe one day you'll be able to see it, but don't hold your breath!

Flashback Friday

It was 1999 at Utah State University. My roomates and I (left to right Me, Kandice, Becky (also my sister) and Keri) decided to make a movie.

It was entitled "The Heist"

Becky was the robber and I was being robbed.

She attacked, I fought back, and it was all captured on video. Stay tuned next week for the actual movie. That is, if I can figure out how to get it onto the computer from VHS form.

I was looking through Dave's old pictures, and found this one. Here he is holding Jasper as a baby.

It looks familiar doesn't it?

Since I'm awake anyway...

Since I'm awake and can't sleep as is the case around here lately, I thought I'd share the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me in a while with the whole world.

It's about 9:00, time for Jasper's bed, time for Jackson's bed, time for my bed. I suddenly realize, Yeah, its Tuesday - my Gilmore Girls disc has arrived and is waiting for me in the mailbox! Why don't I run go get it and watch an episode while I nurse Jackson to sleep. Yeah! So I run out barefooted to my mailbox to grab it. While I'm running out in the dark where no one else is, I have a brilliant idea to pass some gas as I'm on my way to the mailbox (or should I say windy). I noisily let out not one, not two but at least 5 huge farts. Ha ha, I laugh to myself, those were loud. Luckily no one heard! Ha! Then I look to my left and see a man about my age in a cap walking right by my mailbox. Maybe he didn't hear me. "Hi", I say. He puts his head down holding in laughter as he walks by me averting his eyes, "uh Hi ha ha".

Oh my heck.

Its starting. . .

The new roof is starting to be built! I can hardly believe it, but its really gonna happen!

We have a flat roof - well it has a very low pitch, but practically flat. This flat roof has seen better days, and the back part has been leaking for a while now. So - a new roof is being built by my husband and father - complete with a pitch and everything!

Some lovely holes cut into my ceiling in order to find the source of the leak.

Measurements have been taken, plans have been drawn up. . .

I guess people really do use geometry in real life.

Yeah! I'm so excited. This is only the early stages, and it will still take a few weeks before it is finished, since my dad is going out of town for a couple of weekends coming up. But I see a roof on the horizon. Thank goodness David is handy and my dad is a contractor.

Fun baby

Jackson loves to wiggle and squiggle. He is trying to crawl, and usually ends up with his head planted firmly in the ground and his caboose straight up in the air. We found him in a position like that while asleep in his crib.

He loves his saucer. . . as long as we are paying close attention to him while he is in it.

And he loves to eat his feet.

And, he loves his Johnny Jump-Up, thanks Becky!

Flashback Friday

New York City

I lived here the summer of 2003, with my good friend Amy who was also one of my favorite missionary companions. We served in Honduras together and she was my first gringa comp - which meant speaking English and washing our clothes in a bucket of soapy water, cutting our laundry time from 3 hours to 15 minutes.

Here we are eating some tasty watermelon in greenwich village...

This is the outside of our beautiful sublet in Inwood manhattan, our fire escape is the one with the yellow flower which the super made me move a few days later. . .

The inside of our crib. . .

And some curtains we made trying to beautify the place...

I love and miss New York and Amy.

Funny Baby

Flashback Friday

I think it is fun to look at old pictures, so on Fridays I'm going to post an oldie and tell its story.

These are pictures of Jasper's baptism, when he was 8 years old (over 2 years ago). He looks so young, it's hard to believe I really knew him then, but I did. David and I had been dating a couple months when he was baptized. Such handsome guys. Jasper wanted his uncle Dave to baptize him, and his uncle Todd to do the confirmation. This is a good memory.

Goings on

What's going on at our house?

Well. . . Jackson is a genius baby in my humble opinion. He rolls over and over and over, and will move himself across the room that way. He has started to love cereal. . sometimes. He loves to laugh and smile and is doing better at sleeping through the night. I'm trying to get him on a better routine, and it is making him a much happier baby. He loves the outdoors.

And we got Jasper in a new baseball league this year. He seems pretty excited. His first practice was yesterday, and the coach wants them to practice everyday. EVERYDAY! What? That will be too crazy for me, but I guess we'll find a way to work it out. Man, sports are very time consuming in this house. If they aren't on the television, then there is a practice or a game. Oh well, it is better than lazing around the house doing nothing or becoming a hooligan and getting into mischief.

I found this note attatched to one of Jasper's homework assignments.

#15 Famous people usually have an escort with them because: "robberers will try to steel there gift cards."

Pretty funny, kid.

Go to sleep baby

On the way to church!

His hair sure looks red in this picture! But no, he has brownish blond hair. What a cutie.

I'm considering making this cutie cry it out through the night this weekend. Just the thought makes me sad - but something needs to be done to change his sleeping habits of waking up a minimum of 4 times a night! Last night he woke up 1, 2, 3, 4 - 5 times! 5! I'm so tired all the time, and can't function on 3 hours of sleep while managing a home and working part time any more. Of course David wakes up with him too - so that makes us both zombies.

What do you all think about the "crying it out" thing, or do you have any better ideas? Please share!