Old pics clear from April. Of this year.

Emily and Tate holding bunnies, before Em's bunny freaked out and started thrashing which freaked her out. It scratched her, she wants you to know.
Took a lot of convincing to get Emily into the pen with the baby cow. Tate's behind her, kneeling by it.
Seriously brand-new bunnies. Teeny baby bunnies. SOO cute!
Em petting a bunny
Tate petting a goat.
Me holding a tiny turtle!
Not one of us feeding a baby bear.


I pulled Emily and Tate out of school to go to baby animal days in Logan. Hayden was under the mistaken impression that he's too old for this and he chose to stay at school. Crazy. (head shake)

Next week I'll post pictures from my brother's wedding! Yay!

Don't hit the bears with the train!

(Apparently Tonya is too busy reading books to bother with blog posts. Doesn't she know that this is the age of the Internet, not books? So I'll post more things that she intended to post while she tells me all about building schools for girls in Afghanistan and Pakistan in the book she's reading.)

After fishing for bluegill at the ATK Ranch, we headed to the Golden Spike National Monument, since it's only a few miles from the ranch. Here are the kids standing on the final tie where the spike was driven, apparently waiting for a train to hit them as some kind of cruel joke played on them by their parents.


And here I am next to the track contemplating how boring life would be after the train came.


Then we headed up to Pocatello for the night, then on to Idaho Falls the next day. We went to the zoo, zoo, zoo, how about you, you, you... (Curse your catchy tunes, Peter Paul & Mary)


We learned that Tate does not quite measure up to a golden eagle. He better keep working on that. We also got to enjoy the wonders of the Sloth Bear. There were Sloth Bears at the Calgary Zoo and we always enjoyed watching them. They are goofy. From listening to our kids during the video, apparently they are just as goofy and do the same things.

Then we went to the 17th annual Eastern Idaho Fly Tying Expo for a while - which everyone enjoyed, really - and then checked out the falls downtown.




And that was last weekend. Whew.

As for this weekend, we were back to soccer games for Emily and Tate while Hayden went to EFY (three hours of church meeting with all talking and he loved it - ha). Then I went fishing in Paradise in the evening and caught many, many nice trout. It was a great time. Funny thing is that I caught most of them - including all the largest ones - on the exact same fly I used to catch all my bluegill last weekend. I finally lost it hooked into a fish in the end. I tend not to take many pictures when I'm fishing (but will gladly let others when there are others with me) yet I did take this one with my cell phone. Ah, sweet trout.

Fishing and etc

These are my $5 shoes that I made un-plain. Hayden gave me props even though I'm still "mostly fuddy-duddy".

Either Emily or Hayden's bluegill. Should've gotten the child in the pic, too.
Hayden. Can't see his face, but you know what that looks like. This shows what a pretty spot it is. Hayden caught six fish.
Also illustrative of the loveliness.
Mike getting Emily untangled.
Yellow-headed blackbird, Mike tells me.
Mike's fat bluegill from the small pond.
One of Tate's many, many fish. He kept telling everyone, "Dad says I'm a pro now!"This is the muskrat Emily named Fuzzy. He swam around a lot, not even caring that we were there.
I swear that I turned and saved this picture. But it's all about Tate's sweet shirt. Hayden has one too.

Since the kids had Friday off, Mike took the day off and we went fishing at the ATK ponds near the Golden Spike site. We stopped there, too. Then we went to Pocatello. We'll take care of that next post.

cop-out dinners and a photo or 2 or 10

I've been playing with fingernail polish. I kept seeing enamel-coated metal stuff in jewelry, and I thought, isn't fpolish like enamel?
I took a class at JoAnn's about making clay flowers. This one I burned in the little toaster oven, hence the bubbles on the edge, and ta-da, fingernail polish to cover up the burned spots.
This was a poster we saw at BYU.
This is the reflection of the top half of a piece of sculpture, in the water of the bottom half. Springville Art Museum.
He did not pose for this! I snuck up and took it with the zoom. see comment on Tate's photo.
Sweet tea-party sculpture.
Tate didn't pose for this, either. Someone said that we should take our kids someplace fun instead of to museums. I feel sorry for her. My kids like museums. Tate's totally got the museum stance! Sometimes we ask them which piece they like best and why. It's neat to see they are developing their own taste.
Bean Museum at BYU. The butterfly is made of butterflies. Pretty cool.
Tate has horns too.
Emily's DNA. Not from her body, from class. The different colors of marshmallows represent different things. See, they shouldn't close Bunderson because this is the coolest DNA I've ever seen.


I know I can't nor do I want to have a regular theme blog. But I've been in need of what I call cop-out meals lately. You know, like spaghetti: start green beans and pasta water to boil, grab sauce from the freezer and defrost in the microwave. 20 minutes, max. Found a short cut for my friend Chelsea's faboo potato soup, even though I like the fresh veggies more. Frozen cube hashbrowns and frozen chopped carrots, celery, and onion. Do you have a cop out meal you want to share?

I'm ready to move.

Six months ago I thought about what would happen if Mike lost his job. I thought I'd be devastated to leave my home and yard and friends and great ward. I do still love those things, but I don't know if it's worth it anymore. I want to leave. I am ready to go.

Last night at the school board meeting I was sick. Watching the ignorant, angry, ugly, virolent exchange made me sick. People were not behaving like adults. On both sides. Grasping at straws, holding up flimsy arguments, twisting the truth. I thought Brigham was a nice small town. I guess it is until you disagree. People north of Brigham in the even smaller towns hate Brigham people so much that they'll stick it to 'em whenever they can. What the heck? Why live like that?? It's like the Hatfields and the McCoys. Do I need a gun for the grocery store? It wouldn't surprise me. Give me the big city where I won't see people who hate me at Wal Mart.

I know this is a knee-jerk reaction. We're not going anywhere. It's going to take a long time, though, before I can forget the ugliness of last night. I'm not reaching out again for a while. My foray into the community has left a very bad taste in my mouth. Good thing I have a husband who still believes people are basically good. 'Cause I don't.

Help! I live with oviraptors!

That's right, my family has turned into oviraptors. You know, egg-stealers. Those dinosaurs that eat eggs. I bought a bag of cadbury mini-eggs yesterday. It entered the house at 3:50 pm. It was gone by 8:30 pm. I had three, and Emily had five. Where did the rest go????? I guess I shouldn't buy them and maybe my fam will change back...

Checking to see if I'm still "wick" ....

First, Adams siblings, it's not the kind of "wick" you used to talk about when Mike and I first got married, if you know what I mean....:) It's from the Secret Garden. Mary is talking to Collin, who knows about gardens. He explains something about how a plant might look dead during the winter, but can still be alive. If something is wick, it'll be green inside and come back to life in the spring. That's the general ideal. I started taking pictures of a few things I was doing to coax spring, and it got me thinking about the whole wick thing. I've felt less than alive and green this winter, in some ways, and as the sun is coming out I'm trying to figure out what I can do right now (walking 1/2 mile--sad,eh?) and what is still out of the question (like digging). Injuries can be depressing, and it's not just me, I'm finding out. I'm off my pain meds now and my brain does feel more clear, but some days just don't go so well. So that's my whole speech about seeing if I'm still wick. Here are some pictures.

Tate's birthday cake. He wanted cherry frosting and he decorated it himself. Then he decided he didn't like cherry frosting after all and never ate another piece....
My tray of tomato and tomatillo plants. I scaled back to two trays this year. Peppers, tomatoes, and 2 kinds of flowers. I will start the squashes at the end of April. Now I just have to convince the kids to plant them when the time comes....
Dollar bracelets from Wal Mart. COLOR!!!!!
My yellow wreath. On my almost finished brown door. Soon. Soon.
My latest creation. Perhaps it seems too out there, but I promise, I saw something like it in the stores. And it makes me feel spring-ish. so there.


Lastly, my daffodils have appeared. Hooray spring!