Well, here they are, pictures from our trip. Being at the zoo made me wish for a telephoto lens. hmm…

Colorado Mountains

The kids thought the best part of the whole zoo was being able to pet the goat and the turtle. That and the gift shop.

Eden had to see the elephants and the giraffes.

Honor had to see the crocodiles. Here he is with a komodo dragon.

Yeah, I’m not pregnant. Repeat, this has nothing to do with my uterus.

Well, the trip was a success. We were SO busy! It seems like we were gone two weeks, not two days. I’ll have lots of pictures in the next few days, but first the most important.

Us at the Apple store. Photo taken on a Macbook pro with photobooth.

And my yarn scores.

See that, right there on the left? That’s Koigu, the best sock yarn EVAR!!! I think the store owner laughed at me when I saw it, because I let out a little squeak. On the right of that is Louet gems sock yarn and on the far right is Rowan Linen print and felted tweed. I needed one more ball of the linen print for a shawl I want to make, and the felted tweed is just backup incase I run out.

I also bought a book I’ve been wanting, Knitting For Two. It is the book that has this extremely cute baby sweater in it that I must knit, like, yesterday.

There’s some pretty exciting things going on around here, so my brain is a little scattered. I hope to be able to let you all in on it soon, but in the meantime, I’ll leave you in great SUSPENSE!

I’m so mean.

I’m sorry that I haven’t been here that much this week. There is a lot going on, and I’m busy doing, going and processing it all. We went swimming at the lake yesterday, the windiest day of the year. And tomorrow we’re going to head over the mountains to spend a couple days in Denver, or more importantly, the Apple store.

I’ve been knitting away on Ms. Marigold, and even though it’s on 5’s, it’s going really fast.

Busy is good… I just have to keep telling myself that.

xo

7up or Diet 7up
limes
maraschino cherries
ice

Squeeze desired amount of lime juice into a glass. (I like the juice of at least one lime.) Place half of squeezed lime in glass for color and more flavor. Top with ice. Pour 7up over ice and top with desired amount of cherries. It must be served with a straw!

So it’s that time of year again, the time that turning on a stove is like torture. It was 100 degrees here yesterday, and it’s supposed to be as hot again today. I only want to spend my time at the lake, not cooking. So I thought I’d revive my 100 salads search. So far I’ve got 79 salads collected and I’d like to make it to 100 by the end of summer.

Here are all the details from last summer. And I’m off to whip up a salad.

I think I’ve mentioned before that Jim is an amazing guitar player. Like truly, truly mindblowing. So good that I don’t even know how good he is. Not long after I met Jim, he formed a band with his roomates. The band was called SMA – Shadrack Meshack and Abednego. The were together for several years – they recorded an album, recorded a couple songs for a widespread sampler album and traveled all over the place playing any gig they could get their hands on.

The band broke up when we all started getting married. And then they got back together a few years later just as we were all starting to have babies. The music was bigger and better, it reflected, I think, the maturity that the three guys had gained in the past years. And it was a fun ride while it lasted. Being in a band doesn’t really lend itself to family life, and I think that’s eventually why it didn’t last.

Yesterday, Jim spent the day collecting everything they had ever recorded, he’s getting together a little website with all the music on it. Click Here to listen to the first song they ever wrote together. This song evolved and changed as the guys did. It’s my personal favorite. Jim is singing and, of course, playing the guitar.

Jim started guitar lessons when he was 4 years old and he decided that it was time to start Eden’s lessons too. Honor got a little ukulele so he wouldn’t feel left out. They learned yesterday how to hold the guitar and Eden told me all about how you should pick the ukulele and strum the guitar. But I think the thing she’s most excited about is her hot pink barbie pick.

Here are my little musicians in action:

Mid strum, singing Old McDonald.

Several days ago, Honor asked me, “When I get big, can I say the “b” word?” So I told him, “Yes, Honor, when you’re big like me, you can say the “b” word.”

I’ve been trying to get him to go poop in the potty. He does fairly well with going pee in the potty, but no poop. After the carpet incident, I decided that I’d better step up the motivation. I went and bought him some super soakers at Target. The super soakers sat in the bathroom for DAYS and DAYS until last night. We were watching a movie and even though he hadn’t had an accident all day, he still hadn’t pooped.

I brought out his little potty and I had him sit on it to watch the movie. About 20 minutes later, he looked at me and excitedly whispered, “I’m going poo poo.” After the excitement died down from opening the squirt guns and I praised and praised him for being a big boy, Honor turned to me and asked, “Can I say the “b” word now?”

A friend and I were talking yesterday about how our parents divorces have effected us, even into our adulthood. And it got me wondering, To what extent are parents obligated to make their marriage work for their children?

My sister and I requested that our mom divorce our dad. But I think we had this fairy tale idea that a divorce would make everything better. It made some things better, some things worse and everything different. I guess I still wish that my parents were married with a good marriage. And I’m sad that it was never a possibility.

There’s no point in time when divorce doesn’t effect the kids, Jim was 26 when his parents got divorced. I have adult friends whose parents are still married, and I know it would just rock their entire world if their parents got divorced.

In the end, I just really hope that my kids never have to deal with figuring out which parent they will invite over for Thanksgiving, worrying about how their parents will act if they are in the same room together, wondering if it is their fault, and wishing things were different.

I know that I’m only coming at this from the child’s perspective, but I’d like to hear your thoughts on divorce. What would be your criteria for getting divorced? How has divorce effected you? Would you stay married just for the sake of your children? When do you think divorce is a better option than staying married?

Gosh, I have so much stuffed inside my brain lately that I can hardly think. There are many things teetering on the brink of change and I feel a little directionless. Well, actually, I feel really directionless. As a teenager, I hated being told what to do, but now that some big decisions are looming over me, I’m starting to think there is something to be said for being told what to do.

As I’ve sought out advice, many people have asked me, “Have you prayed about it.” I wish that it were as easy as just praying about it. Praying (and praying and praying) doesn’t mean that you’ll get an answer. I think some things God leaves in your court; he gave me a brain, and I think he expects me to use it.

Life is so rarely smooth sailing. How many times do we sit and think, “my life is perfect right now”? But, I guess, life is about change. And change isn’t bad, it’s just the unknown, and it can be hard to plow ahead when you don’t know where you’re going.

(I apologize for the lack of details, I just can’t go into it right now, but not to worry, it’s nothing “bad.”)