Just another hump-day post.

I meant to say in my last post--- what great friends do I have (and really nice strangers) offering so much advice for Sophia's mystery sickness? I usually feel like I underestimate things... and then find out it's something I should have been treating. Or like most things are untreatable so it's not worth figuring out, but this time I really thought it was something more serious, for like a day at least. Or at least that morning while I blogged it.... but.... she was fine. She still has a bit of a hoarse voice (which I love) but her laboured breathing etc. was pretty much gone by Monday morning. The more advice I got, the more I ruled them out... no attacks at night, no steam needed... and now we're pretty out of the woods. Hooray! Glad I got all versed in croup for next time though. :)

Besides that--- nothing new here. Took some pictures for a family Monday with four boys ages 12-19. Holy moly. That was a new challenge, arranging that many grown bodies! I have a new EXTRA load of respect for family photographers. It's so much HARDER than it looks! Thank goodness this was like the nicest family you've ever met, so they were super patient and willing to get wet bottoms from the flower patch for me. The dad reminds me of Ross... if that gives you an idea of JUST how nice we're talking. :) Check them out on my photoblog. Here's one in case you're not a link-clicker.

I can't believe it's almost May. May's a big one for us... or for Ross I should say. Our anniversary (6 years!), my b-day (28 years!), and of course Mother's Day (nearing 4 years!) ;) I made him swear when we decided to get married in May that he would never combine my presents and that I would always get three separate holidays. (Again with the demanding... I swear I have redeeming qualities and that I'm not dreadful to be married to.) Anyway-- funny how things change with time.. turns out now I want all sorts of ridiculously expensive things like a new camera and a couple of lenses and SOME day... a bed. Like something more than our metal frame under the mattress. So I WELCOME this plethora of holidays we call May. And now I even seem to find myself convincing him we can borrow money from my next Christmas, or my NEXT birthday, and what is this I hear of "push presents"... pretty sure I've earned two of those even though I didn't technically push ... and shouldn't a girl get a present for Memorial Day anyway? Add 'em all up... now we're talking.

(I feel the need to assure that I am not entirely greedy, worldly, and materialistic. like I said... redeeming qualities... promise...)

I was cleaning out some boxes in a closet we've never organized when I stumbled on this:

It's a card that apparently was sent with flowers at some point while Ross and I were dating. I don't know what he did.... but I'm pretty sure it was something pretty big...

Like using his obnoxious "ghetto" voice at the Wendy's drive-thru... or checking the Laker's score on his phone during dinner (was there internet on phones back then? ok maybe that one was last weekend.)

Or maybe being too agreeable ...making ME seem far too argumentative.

And I was probably so mad at him for these offenses that he sent me flowers with this card.

(Ok so this isn't the real thing but my photoshop replica of the above real-thing so you can actually read it.)

Doesn't it make you sort of wonder why he married me? The thing is, I'm not exaggerating. Those were precisely the things I got mad at him about. The things we broke up about. The reasons I almost didn't marry him.

I almost didn't marry Ross and almost didn't have this life with these children because I didn't like his drive-thru tone. It's scary really. If I could travel back in time, modern-lillie would totally give vintage-lillie a good slap in the face. WAKE UP! (I might be feeling more intensely about this as I caught Ross reading an old incriminating journal from the same box.) Sheesh--- what was I thinking half the time?

I'm just glad those days are over. And that I can read about them in hundreds of pages of humiliating journal entries any time I need to remind myself of how happy and lucky I am to be a jammie-wearing, DVR watching, diaper-changing, bear-handed runny-nose-wiping, happy, happy, going on 6-years-married, grown-up.

Thank goodness he was in to me enough to let me get over myself and my cool, casual fast-food-ordering abilities.

(I just FINALLY figured out how to download tons of new cool fonts from my friend Allie-- I used one on Ross' letter above... they're free and there's a whole bunch-- here)

Warning: Potty-Talk Ahead

Sophia (hollering from the downstairs bathroom): mom, can you wipe my bottom?!

Me: yup- I'm coming--- you went poop?

Sophia: I suuuure did, and it's NOT dieWEEeeah! (I've never heard her say that word so it's probably funnier to me.)

Me: Oh yay-- it's normal poop?

Sophia: Yeah. And I did it all by myself. ??? (as opposed to....I don't know.... )

Might give you an idea of how the last several poops and days have gone. This is my second Sunday in a row skipping out on church because of her weird ailments. Mila threw up once a day for like 6 days over Easter weekend, then we had a couple of days of healthy kids. Then Sophia started this weird routine where she threw up once in the early morning... but it was mostly water and she wasn't feverish or anything... but said her stomach hurt like crazy and could barely walk. I knew it felt different than a flu or anything and ended up taking her to urgent care last Monday to find out she had a full blown Urinary Tract Infection. Sheesh! Poor girl right?

So she's on her antibiotics and seems better on that account... but now has this crazy barking cough, tons of congestion in her chest it sounds like, and like NO voice, (which made the whole diarrhea conversation even cuter in her airy little raspy tone). Her breathing sounds horrendous like there's a motor in her chest, I can hear her a room away. And when it gets bad I can hear her just struggling to get her oxygen in. It's heart-breaking.

Why does it seem like these things always happen on the weekend when you can't just call your doctor and get a little opinion over the phone without waiting in a germ-infested, disease-ridden waiting room of the urgent care. Anyone well enough versed in The Croup and Bronchitis to rule either out for me? Both seem to be able to go away on their own... but you know you always just want to know what the problem is. And I've watched a few too many "House" episodes so my mind wanders to all sorts of auto-immune disorders and other terms that I don't know the meaning of. Aren't we supposed to be past the sick season???

I'm 400 posts old!

I have a minute to blog. I decided to put both girls down after not having planned to. So now I've got this little window I didn't plan on having and I felt like writing... but then I went to hit "new post" and saw that today would be my 400th post! It feels like some sort of milestone, or anniversary... like I should blog about something important, and profound, or at the least, interesting.

I got nothin'.

So I'm still racking my brain as I write this. I looked through some old pictures for something I forgot to post about... eh. There's a few things. Nothing that beautiful or exciting. And I only believe in posting beautiful and exciting things so that my life seems utterly perfect. Hah! I'm kidding. But I have heard remarks like that before which baffle me since I feel like half of my posts are complaints and frustrations.... and frankly... if I'm on a good stretch without complaints and frustrations, that's a good thing for all of us right? Hmmm... where was I going?... how about the Easter egg hunt I never posted.. this was a casual church (sort of) Easter-egg hunt at a local park. Tons of families were there picnicking, we all brought eggs and "hid" them (and by hide I mean placed them in plain sight in a huge grass field) so all our kids could run around like crazy collecting them while trying to beat the stream of the sprinklers...

Are they too little... can you see the picture of all the kids in a row with their baskets and buckets and all sorts of handled-non-disposable-egg-collecting gear? And then can you see Sophia collecting eggs in a plastic Target bag I found in the back of my car? uh huh. I'm so that mom.

Oh and I can't get away from these collages because it's so much easier to throw a bunch in a collage and post ONE photo than to decide which ones to post and then go into my pictures and select each one individually. Just in case any one's giving me too much credit and assuming that I make them in Photoshop (which I used to do but it took like 10 times longer) nope.... Picasa. Like the easiest, most user-friendly, FREE editing program there is. I thought I was done with it when I got the new photoshop, but then my friend Rachelle brought it to my attention that they now had a collage feature and it's changed my whole world. :) I know you can do everything under the sun in Photoshop, but that doesn't mean it's the easiest way. I'm just sayin....

What else.. oh here's some proof of my celeb viewings at the Laker game... who knows, maybe I'll want that in my blurb book...

top left is the proof I was there with my cute friend Amber, (not sure if you could really make me out on the blurry blackberry picture from before)... Then of course there's a very blurry Zac Effron, bottom right is Kobe (I was SO scolded last time for spelling his name "coby"--- apparently it reflects poorly on Ross as a Laker's fan if I can't spell their philandering player's name right). Bottom left is Tori Spelling next to her husband who's next to Chuck in the yellow shirt (I don't know his real name but I watch his show... which made me feel all the more like a crazy person because I genuinely believed he was looking at me the whole night because he totally recognises me, because we're friends.... right?...

Turns out he was looking at this crazy guy who stood in my direction and shook his head like a mad-man for hours in order to get some free advertising for his business:

Word on the street is he's like the naked cowboy of Laker's Games. No I made that up. But supposedly he's always there.

Oh and ONE last thing for my incredibly random, outdated, out-of-order, poor-excuse-for-a-400th-post update--- check out the photoblog for my latest shoot of four darling sisters. Ok maybe I'd better put just one here...

Just a regular desert visitor at my front door:

ahhkhknka;kvjk;sjiorje! That's something like what came out of my mouth as my whole body contorted into all sorts of awkward eebie jeebie kinds of moves when I opened the door to find this guy. The embarrassing part is, I already knew he was out there from earlier. But he'd been down near the ground and I couldn't find a shoe big enough (or the guts) to squish him... So I saved it for later, when the girls were napping and I could FULLY focus. I opened the door, shoe in hand, expecting him at about ankle height, where he'd been before. But he was gone... PHEW! I mean awful since now he's roaming... but he's probably long gone by now. Probably across the street or killed by some dog or car or braver mama. Definitely not down here by my feet... nope.... a deep sigh of relief as I start to straighten back up to a standing position when something catches my eye, oh like 4 inches from my face!!!!!!

I don't like spiders. I don't think they're the worst of creatures.... I might actually hate ants in my house more since they come in like thousands... but there's just nothing like a big, bulbous, black spider near your face to make you spontaneously wiggle and flinch like a freak-show all day long.

Guess what I've been spending far too much computer time on?

I feel like there's so much I should say to lead up to this... since it's just a little bit exciting to me right now. :) Like I just finished a big semester project or something. My nature is to give an entire explanation for it, and probably all sorts of apologies and prefaces... but I know how those get annoying to anybody who loves me... so I'm going to resist. And just give you the link to something I've been spending some time on lately.

Friends who aren't too afraid: this is my first sort of "launch" so please tell me if you see something you think I should change. Any feedback is appreciated. Oh and any great ideas for a mellow background song? Or a vote on who likes music on websites and who thinks it's annoying? I won't be offended (since I have music on my blog) I know you can figure out your mute button if I decide to do it anyway. :)

HOORAY!

Easter

It started with Easter baskets... yes Mila's is a reindeer basket but I grew up in a family where our treats were shoved in any basket my mom could find. And I found a Christmas basket at my mom's. It worked. We made it through church (even though my mom gave me a hard time for letting Sophia eat a banana during Sacrament Meeting... which leads me to a dilemma for another post... WHAT is appropriate at church?... sometimes I wonder if I'm breaking all the rules with my kids and their noise and their snacks and their tooting... I mean what constitutes an 'it's time to take her out'? I just don't know.)

Anyway-- after church... up to Byron and Kim's for the Easter (slash) Dane's first birthday party. We made it a brunch with strata, potatoes, salad, and rolls... candy from the pinata of course, and Tres De Leche cake-- yum. I love holiday eating. I love eating. Lately I feel like I don't ever want to diet again in my whole life. Good food is goooooood. ( I just finished a slice of cinnamon sugar toast on homemade bread on the heels of watching The Biggest Loser and crying my eyes out when the father/son combo got to see the really overweight younger brother. anybody?) anyway. Hope you had a happy Easter.

Can you believe that I can take oh so many pictures but miss things like my girls together in their Easter dresses BEFORE they've been chasing cousins around the house and running buttery fingers through their hair?

Easter Weekend

I can't keep up lately. There's so much I want to blog about-- I don't know where to start. So this is one of those picture updates. It at least shows a good portion of our weekend in San Diego. Ross gave in to my request to stop on the side of the road in Hemet on the way down to snap some photos in a field. If only I'd planned for it and dressed my girls accordingly... it was like a dream come true with the long grass and the mountains in the distance. Not to mention there were like a dozen other spots besides that one that I wished we had time for. I can't figure out why we don't have places like that in the desert???... what? you don't think our 116 degree dry air can keep that luscious long grass alive? Why ever not---

Then of course we did an afternoon at the beach-- undeterred by the very chilly breeze (that's why you don't see Sophia in many of the pictures, she was face down in the stroller burrowed into my sweater, except when she was tucked underneath the lifeguard sign of course.) We chased birds, watched a small beach wedding begin, jumped off of sand dunes... and then jumped in the car and headed downtown to pick up a few of these:

That was all Saturday.... Sunday, we of course did the whole Easter thing-- at Byron and Kim's with all the cousins to keep Sophia on cloud 9 the whole time (she follows her older boy cousins around everywhere they go-- I'm glad she doesn't seem to notice that she's always chasing them...)

... I started this post last night and it's taking longer than it should so Easter day is going to have to wait....

Mia and Kail

My goal was always to practice some self control and just put like ONE picture on this blog or even just a link to the photo blog... but when a collage is so easy... I can't help myself. The bigger ones are on the photo blog... so it still serves a purpose... right?

This is what happens when you ONLY have the big hunker camera.

All your photos from events you want to remember but at which you don't want to lug it around end up documented by the blackberry camera. Can you sort of make out Koby Bryant in the first and maybe mine and Ross' faces in the second? What would you have seen if I had had my zoom lens you ask??

-a close up of Torrey Spelling who was way cuter in real-life than I ever thought she was on tv (but today I saw her on the cover of some magazine claiming she was 98 pounds... so I hate to support her eating-disorder by supporting the look it produces, but to her credit, she ate nachos like the whole time I watched her. And I watched her for a while...)

-Jack Nicholson with his glasses... looking just like he always does, court side.

- Lots of shots of the back of Zac Efron's head ,since he was directly in front of us (so there were like 9 or 10 rows between us but besides that, I could have reached out and touched him) which doesn't actually excite me like it would if I were 13, since I only know him from a silly summer show he did with Becky from "Full House" that we watched when we were that bored. But supposedly he's all the rage these days. I texted my 11-year old sitter (shhh she's almost 12) thinking she'd be excited and she said she'd be sure to tell her 9 year-old sister who would REALLY be excited. Phew. I knew SOMEone would think I was cool for seeing him.

- Chuck from Chuck. I don't know his real name but we actually watch the show... (it's not that good but it's in the DVR cycle and Ross just starts it when I'm on the computer and have no say). But since we do watch it pretty regularly... he was pretty fun for me to see. And he looked exactly the same. Like a cute/nerdy/almost BYU alum looking kid. I was excited about that one. I darted between him and Torrey for a while. I mean with my eyes, not my legs. THAT would have been embarrassing.

-Rick Fox, right after he smiled pretty sincerely at us (in response to Chad's wave). He's a handsome man isn't he?

- Our cute friends from Corona, Chad and Amber. Amber who looked far too cute to hang with me in skinny jeans and boots while I wore a staple t and flats. Oh when oh when did I lose the ability to dress up? Honestly, it's like I don't even own a pair of heels... and I'm almost certain I did once upon a time... Did I donate them all while I was pregnant and the thought of them made me angry??

- Oh and maybe a few pictures of those guys on the court. Let me rephrase, those ENORMOUS guys on the court. They were SO much bigger in real life than I imagined. I may have forgotten to watch the game until about the third quarter, but by then, the game was far more interesting than it was in the beginning... and I wish it would have lasted a bit longer.

-Maybe a picture of my devastation when we got back to our car and the battery was dead and we had to wait for AAA while our sitter waited 1 1/2 hours away expecting us exactly 1 1/2 from then. But it all worked out. They showed up in record time about 10 minutes later. Thanks for the late night Brit!

All in all. SOOO worth the drive, and feeling SOOO lucky to be friends with people who get killer free tickets to Lakers games. And we're more than willing to be any body's plus two next time they go. The end.

What did you do yesterday after your shower?

We're off to the Laker game tonight. Wish me luck getting my husband home when it's over. He's a little bit excited.

Baby Lincoln

I know I need to break up all these pictures with some writing. But once I'm done taking pictures... I'm dying to sort through and spice them up.... and once I'm done spicing them up, I'm itching to get them up on a blog so I can have that "viola" feeling. And once I've done all that and got my "viola" feeling, I don't have any time or energy to write. So there you have it.

I had another ANGEL 6-month-old this morning. His mom entertained my hat obsession (I have no cute boy hats yet) and brought two of her own and let me do one owl hat and one girl hat if I promised to convert it to b&w. (Don't let Chris read this, Kym--- lest he discover our big secret :)).

This photography thing is way too fun.

A favorite from today...

This is what I got to do this morning...

Of course, there are a few more on the photo blog.

Palm Springs Street Fair

Meet Brooke and Tyson. They live right behind us-- like close enough that we can throw butter and powdered sugar and other unbreakables over the wall when needed. We're trying to figure out a way to build a gate. It's wonderful... one of the best things about this neighborhood. I never knew how important neighbors could be. Oh and did I mention she bakes. Like all the time. She bakes from home for a restaurant in Palm Springs and when she has to try out a new recipe? Well we benefit, (or my waste line suffers, however you want to look at it.)

They have a little Sawyer too, he must have been running around with my girls.

And this is-- listen close-- Brooke's cousin Sarah, who is married to Tyson (above)'s brother Colby. Sarah also worked with Ross at Merrill Lynch and they brought her with them to Morgan Stanley. Oh and I also knew her for a stint at BYU when we worked together with Brooke.

And this is Nate and Syd. Syd who grew up near Brooke in Orange County and Nate who grew up out here by Tyson.. and who's brother, Ben I knew at BYU Hawaii ten years ago. I love small worlds.

We've lived here for like 6 years now and been to the weekly Palm Springs Street fair all of two times. Including last night. And it was so fun... we were so confused at why we don't do it more often. Live music, all sorts of must-haves like glass humming-birds and woven dream-catchers (seriously.... who's keeping these people in business?), and all the delicious/trashy fair food you could want. We pretty much walked the length of the fair just to take note of every option there so we could make an educated decision on our junk-food of choice. We made the mistake of eating dinner before... which is why I had so much time to catch Sarah and Colby, and Brooke and Tyson eating their Falafal (no idea how to spell that). Eventually, we decided on a waffle/icecream sandwich, some tart yogurt (not really fair food but right there where it was happening), and some girl-scout cookies (we couldn't pass them up- we thought we'd missed our chance this season!)

Visit us will ya? There was funnel cake. And crepes-- savory and sweet. And Kettle Corn--- oh that smell might be one of my favorites. There were smores on sticks. And homemade toffee- did I mention funnel cake? I promise we'll take you... any takers?

Testing

Meet Sophia's new converse. Mostly this is my tester for a new and improved way to make BIG PICTURES!!!! (Thank you Ainsley!) I could have made them bigger... but I started in medium and didn't want to calculate more than a simple 'double'. So instead of hosting them in flickr or photobucket etc... she taught me to simply change the html in blogger. Which I'd TRIED before but thought it didn't work because it would turn out a bit distorted... well there's just one other little portion of the html that needs to be changed for the image quality. So this is copied from Ainsley's email to me: when you upload in blogger (med size for this ex), your html looks like this:

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And it needs to be changed to this:

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That last little portion after the "s" is the image quality I guess. I haven't tried to do it to an exact width that's not a simple double of the original yet. I was doing that in flickr and that's when my photos would turn out a little pixelated. I'm SOOOO excited about this though. My process was getting WAY too long with resizing in Photoshop, uploading to flickr, and then copying the html in blogger. Hopefully this makes somebody else as happy as it made me. Seriously, thankyou Ainsley.

It's getting awfully ripe around here (the world... do you get it?)

So last night we went to Rubios and frozen yogurt for family night... in the car on the way there we talked about a few things. All of which made me sort of feel --- the d-word...

(depressed)

sort of a bad word in my home growing up... my mom is the happiest women I know, regardless of circumstance. I know I'm healthy and my chemicals are fine, so I know in MY life, it's up to me. So when I feel it.... it's short lived. But I felt it. A few things we talked about?

-(let's start with the most frivolous): how I'd read on a friend's blog about her photographer teacher making mention of all the photographers out there with blogs, copying each other. And how every thing's starting to look the same. I felt like I did when I read Seriously So Blessed. I know that teacher doesn't know me or anything about me. And that a secure person wouldn't be phased. And for the most part I think I'm pretty secure. But I felt a teenie bit insulted. I hate thinking I fit into this big, unrespected stereotype, but it's sort of the truth. I totally copy. I definitely get ideas off of other blogs and websites that I want to try. The world is so small with the Internet now, we are all so incredibly connected. It's wonderful that we can all help and inspire each other. It's also frustrating that sometimes it feels like every thing's already been done... since we can indeed, see everything. Of course we all want to be wonderfully and uniquely creative. We're trying. I don't know. It just sort of discouraged me.

- And speaking of photography, sometimes I'm scared I'm skipping some of the normal, sweet memories because it's too late for good light or there's a runny nose that's going too ruin the photo. I need to remember that I want this photography thing to help me keep more beautiful memories, but plenty of messy ones too.

- How Dateline did a horrific special on human trafficking. Like on "Taken." I didn't see it, but a guy Ross works with did, and he heard all sorts of horrible real stories. Girls in THIS country--- kidnapped, drugged, and sold. I feel nauseous again just typing it. I'm sorry if you're like me and would sort of prefer to not hear about it. But I heard enough where now I can't get it out of my head. I just don't know how people of my same species can be such MONSTERS. ??? This world has some scary stuff. So I've been making all sorts of mental plans for our future now that include never letting my girls out of sight 'till they're like 40. It's gonna be tough. Wish me luck. (Let me know when that emergency family-campground thing gets worked out, dad. I'm in. ;) )

- How our country is heading dangerously toward socialism. I get both sides. And I know this is probably too touchy for my very UNpolitical blog. But the fact that the economy has gotten this bad and it's all come to this... well no matter how you look at it, it's a little depressing.

So over my fish taco and yogurt... I just felt so much weight on my chest. Like literally a weight. Thank goodness for a "72 and sunny" husband, and two fresh-faced, innocent, perfect little girls to lighten it :) Don't worry, I haven't forgotten that the the world is full of good and happy things, how could I with the best of them right under my nose? But sometimes I think we must be pretty close to those last days too. Here's a few very light, happy, 'normal' photos of our life over the past few days. :)

Enjoying the sunroof in daddy's new (albeit injured) car on an INCREDIBLY windy day. (We get this crazy windy season in the Spring where we just pray our trees aren't uprooted and our trampoline doesn't end up on the neighbor's roof.

When I came home from taking pictures of the M family on Saturday, the house was empty. A few minutes later these two characters strolled in, definitely with the I've-been-in-daddy's-care look. Both in matching converse, (Mila's two sizes too big), Sophia wearing pajama shorts under her dress, Mila wearing half of a vanilla shake, and both of them sporting, very nonchalantly, their glorious burger king crowns. It really was a sight to see. So cute, in fact, that I didn't even care that Mila left a trail of sticky like a little snail or that they ate french fries and milk shakes for dinner. And one of those moments that battles nights like last night where you feel the bummers. So here's to the blog that let's you live the good moments twice.
And here of course are my luscious-cheeked girls enjoying rubios and yogurt last night.

Boy do I have a lot to be grateful for. See this is why I blog this stuff out... thanks for listening.