Wednesday, January 28, 2009

When life hands you lemons


Yellow is Holly's kitchen and post it notes. Why did Mrs. Engar put those lemon drops in that enticing glass jar on her desk? But back to Holly, lately my mind always goes back to Holly. Took this picture in Costa Rica and she said "let me see." Followed by,"Oooh I'll take a copy and put it in my kitchen." What can I/should I/could I do to help her? What would she do? I know, she would write me the nicest note that only she could write and leave it for me while I was sleeping and I would wake, read and smile. She has a gift for kind and thoughtful words. Then she would make me orange carrot cookies and brighten my day. She has a gift for anything baked. It's funny how on these colored days your eyes gravitate toward the color. I opened my fridge and saw a lemon that sits where an egg was designed to fit but I didn't see before. 'Who uses that egg holder?,' I think, and my mind goes back to Holly as it always does. She would open my fridge and say, "Mmmm, you always have such good food in here." To which I would reply "Are you kidding? There's nothing good in there." Holly does this with everything though. With hard days of nursing school, with bitter days in London town, with rain on our wedding days. "It'll work out, " I can hear her saying as though she is squeezing that lemon and holding on to the good that I didn't see before.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Going green.



Green used to be my favorite color. Maybe it still is. Green reminds me of a younger, more creative me. Green reminds me of the fiesta bowl several years ago when the Utes played the Wildcats-in a sea of red shirts and painted faces I was wearing green. Green is St. Patrick's Day and good luck charms. Green means go and be kind to the earth. Broccoli may be my favorite thing to eat. Except when I'm pregnant and then it is Jello. Green is Kermit the frog and the rainbow connection. Watermelon rinds and Kiwi. Recycling is green and so I say "go green."

Caity challenged me to do this. And so, a day late, I did.
images by me

Monday, January 26, 2009

Mama's girl...well a little

It's no secret that Elle looks like her dad. From the second I laid eyes on her I knew it was his child (phew because there were a couple other daddy's in question).
After carrying her for nine long months, one c-section scar and strict breast feeding, I can't say that it didn't make me a little sad not to see any resemblance of me. Don't get me wrong, I love my little Asian baby that looks like her daddy but after all the hard work I just wanted to see some resemblance. Someone at work, joked "Are you sure she's yours?" And I was beginning to wonder!
Now thanks to Annie I can finally see some of me in her! Thanks Annie, you made my day!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Bath Time

Most babies love bath time, Elle is still deciding how she feels about them. At first she HATED them. D had to give her all her baths because it was too sad seeing her cry the whole time.

Now she clenches her little fists and makes funny faces as though she is trying to figure out what we are doing to her. The best part is when we take her out and wrap her in a towel. She will open her eyes really wide and stare around the room thinking, "what just happened? And where is my diaper?"

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Inauguration Day



With those big brown eye's of hers she watched history happen today.

D said she watched so intently because she thought it was him on TV. Maybe it's really because I had to take her baby Einstein's back to the library today. But I am choosing to think it's because she could sense how special today was.

Images from the day:
Found via marta


Monday, January 19, 2009

Santa Baby


Cousin Taylor and Elle on Christmas. They were born only four days apart. Taylor held out his hand to make little Elle feel better (Not kidding-he really did and she calmed right down).