Tuesday, September 29, 2009

He's got ups!

Check out Sol's new skill. Jumping! He's getting to be so big and turning into a little boy.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

What I know...

1. Being a mom is much harder than I thought it would be.
2. Sol is much more incredible than I could have dreamed.
3. Having some space to stretch out (like a slightly bigger house) can take a huge burden off your shoulders.
4. Having someone to stretch out with (Dave) can take a huge burden off your shoulders.
5. edited.
6. This little turkey is the apple of my eye. He loves his 'Mama' and 'Dagee' (daddy) so much.

7. Our future may be uncertain, but who's isn't really.
8. Heavenly Father will watch over and take care of our little family. We have been blessed more than we could have asked in our life together and I know if we put our faith him Him the blessings won't stop.


Monday, September 21, 2009


Its snowing in Wyoming! Kind of exciting, kind of bizzar, kind of freezing!

Friday, September 18, 2009

They always sing....

Ragtime music to his cattle
as he swings
Back and forward in his saddle
On a horse - a pretty good horse -
With a syncopated gait, and
There is such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater.
How they run
When they hear this fellow's gun
For those Western folks all know

"He's a high falootin',

rootin', tootin'
Son of a gun from old Wyoming.
He's some cowboy,
Talk about your cowboy,
Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
You can listen here

We are in Wyoming!

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

I can

I'm learning a new skill to add to my homemaking quiver that I'm quite proud of. Mainly because this always seemed like something that was not really me, not something I would spend my time doing. See, this is my sister:
Well she could be. My sister, Melissa, has a natural ability to do anything homey related, cook, sew, grow, craft, etc. She's really much more talented than me. This is my sister:
(on the right)
She is teaching me the ways of provident living and surprisingly I'm loving it! She's taught me how to can! It feels so good to get so much food for so cheap and then preserve to last the year. We've made tomato soup, spaghetti sauce, stewed tomatoes, jam, and zucchini relish. She's shown me how to do some other cool thinks with garden foods. She did a bunch of peaches for me too just out of the kindness of her heart. This weekend we're making applesauce. Wish us luck!

Maybe someday I too can be a Martha... yeah, probably not. But I'm digging the canning!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Summers Last Hurrah!

Dave and I took advantage of Labor Day weeked to take a trip for ourselves, our granola selves. We took off for Colorado, beautiful Colorado, dropped Sol off at auntie Melissa's, and headed for the Rockies. Ah-may-zing! We headed up I-70, turned off just after the Eisenhower Tunnel (a tunnel that goes right through a huge mountain) over to Keystone. There we took a 6 mile ride down Keystone mountain resort.

Such a fun trail! It was long and wore us out.

Then we headed down to Frisco area which is a lake town right next to Lake Dillon, a beautiful mountain reserviore. We camped right next to the lake. Asside from a sasquatch scare (which actually turned out to be two large elk) we had a peaceful night.

The next day we went up to Breckenridge. We LOVED Breckenridege. It was a beautiful mountain town. Dave and I ranked it higher than Jackson and Park City. We walked up and down mainstreet where they were having an art festival.

We then drove through the mountains to Aspen. The drive was incredible. They have over 50 "14er's" which I learned are mountain peaks that are higher than 14,000 feet. The road we drove summits between 2 "14er's". It was so high, and so intimidating, and so beautiful.

That night we found a cool little campsite in the mountains above Aspen. We were right next to this incredible little stream that had cut through the granite. See...

It look man made. It's not, its God made. Amazing.

We had such an incredible time getting back to nature, embracing our granola sides, mingling spirits with John Denver. We may move there some day. We hope so.

Thank goodness for Summer's Last Hurrah.