Jane Says

"Mommy, is your sweet tooth a baby tooth or an adult tooth?"

"It's not an actual tooth, hun. It just means you like sweet things."

"PHWOOF! I thought I was going to lose it!"

An apple for teacher

I found an apple on my desk this morning. Still cold.

Happy Fat Tuesday!

Last night during dinner we talked about Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, Ash Wednesday and Lent. This morning we had pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Brock had accidentally bought a bottle of sugar-free syrup, and Kate made a comment on how weird it was. Jane, with a shocked look on her face, said, "Sugar-free syrup? But isn't it Calorie Tuesday?"

I have enemies!

"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life." ~Winston Churchill

I came across this quote today.

I like it.

I live it.

My new niece

I'm a great-aunt!!!

My great-niece, Jovi, was born about an hour ago. I adore that bottom lip! Princess Steph's baby was born with a pout! How fitting. Congratulations Steph and Jared!!!

Brock in the news

Brock has been working on a book about pioneer foods for the last several months. The Mormon Times published a feature article about some of his research in both their print and online versions today. You can read it here.

Brock submitted his proposal and first three chapters to the USU publishing department yesterday. Cross your fingers!

Em got the oh-so-popular bangs-over-the-left-eye haircut. Am I ready for this? It's a good things she such a great kid!

Valentine Box Derby

It's Valentine season again. This year Jane opted for pretty rather than time-consuming. Hooray! Ain't she cute???

This Old House

We've done some more fixing up. I'm loving our new paint

She is her step-father's step-daughter

The other day Brock was talking about some current event and the significance of the meaning of something or another, and Emma piped up with a contradiction to whatever he was saying (darn this memory of mine!). Brock kind of looked as her with his typical I-won't-believe-you-until-you-cite-your-sources kind of a smirk. With hands on hips and eyebrows raised, she smiled, cocked her head and said, "I heard it on NPR."

He was satisfied.

Did I mention she turned 14 on Sunday? Happy Birthday Lu!!!!!

This frigid wintry wind still blows forlorn;
From blue-black north the steel-grey clouds are sent.
The mountains with white fur themselves adorn,
And with that heavy fur, the firs are bent.
Look! Lacy crystals, gossamer they seem;
Yet look again, their jagged edges found.
And sifting down from heaven? No, they teem--
Collide, cascade, conflict, contend, crash down.
Benumbed are all by endless brumal skies;
All flesh is bit with brisk and bitter breath.
Abysmal, boundless winter -- future lies,
Hell frozen o’er, in truth’s a hellish death.
What’s this? In snow, a crocus head I see.
Thou, Winter, who deals death, soon dead shall be.