now the day is over

uh-huh

Yeah we made our own shirts (actually Matti made mine), waited in line for hours with all the other excited weirdos, met up with more giddy friends that we saved seats for, ate junk, giggled, screamed, got shushed by the angry older crowd (what were you serious types doing there at midnight???), felt awesomely young again since we got shushed by the angry older crowd, and had a simply marvelous time.

Again.

I love all the high-horse riders who refuse to read this book or go to a movie. You are all proving your point..... wait, what was it again? I'm sorry, I was too busy having tons of fun to catch it!

And I'm a literary snob. Who loves Twilight. So there! (insert pre-teen tee-hee's in here)

I tried to be sensible for 3/4s a day and backed out the morning of because I need all the patience I can get with potty training Ambrose and teething Asher, got lunch brought to me by friends who talked me back into going (seriously you guys are pure gold), and speaking of pure gold: Thomas stuck around this morning to get up with the kids and keep them entertained while I caught a few more zzzzzzzzzs.

It's nice having a husband who supports silly. Uh-huh it is.

we give them something to gawk at

Living in Laie can make you feel like a fish in an aquarium. Tour buses come into our tropical little town a couple times a day to gawk at the natives. Haha. I kid. Actually, they just want to get a view of our gorgeous temple, PCC, and BYU-Hawaii; and since we live a stones throw (if you can throw with great force) from all of these locations we frequently encounter many a bus on our daily jaunts about town.

I actually don't really notice anymore.

It wasn't until yesterday, when I saw a PCC tour bus of several tourists of the Asian and maninland variety rubberneck their way down our street that I realized me and my band of babes were the main attraction.

I even saw a few camera flashes go off.

And it made me come upon a halting, hilarious, incredulous realization: my life is kind of odd to the everyday human. Or is it?

If you consider a barely 26 year old woman, walking down a street lined with towering palm trees, holding a black-eyed scrappy baby on her hip who is absent-mindedly tooting a hot-orange recorder at his high-pitched singing brother, who is sitting in a red wagon full of food for his friends family who just had a new baby a rare sight...

...then yeah, we warrant a few stares and maybe even a camera flash, but what are they gonna need that picture for and what are they gonna see when they finally load their memory card onto their computer two years later (if they're anything like my parents- hehe)?

I bet if they looked back at pictures of themselves as young mothers and fathers they wouldn't see something too different.

We're all just getting through this tiring, hilarious, and exhilarating stage with as much patience and fun as we can... palm trees or not.

asher and gideon host their first bash

Remember when Asher looked like this?



Sorry for the hugeness. I just can't get over it.

Asher is one. Let's all cry a little. Ok, that felt good.

Here's his family party wherein he hated his cupcake because he has like at least four teeth coming in. Painful business.









And then, because we are party animals I guess, here is the party he and Gideon Allred threw together. They are six days apart. They are BFF. They invited a couple of their friends over too. They are just social like that. We indulge them when we can.