Who has time to blog?  I totally don’t.  Blogging is ridiculous.  But I can’t not blog and I don’t know why, so here I go internet, telling you all about my life because I like to write and can’t help myself.

My husband has been at work since Saturday afternoon.  He has literally worked 35 out of the last 48 hours and still has a few to go on this shift and as soon as it’s over @ 7:00 p.m., he’s on-call from 7:00 p.m.-7 a.m. and what the what?!?! Tanner come home!! The issue here is not his schedule, it’s the on-call shifts he need to pick up to meet our bills. He could pick up 5 in a row and not get called in at all, but then sometimes all of the sick and injured community of Provo and the surrounding area conspire against our happiness and all need surgery at once and he gets called in ALL of them, all in a row, for the whole 12 hours.  Or gets sent home at 2 a.m. and then called back again at 4 which is worse if you ask me, and poor man, he is tired.  Today he was headed back to work and couldn’t find his badge that he needs to get into the OR, and we looked and looked and checked the car twice, and were so frustrated and he kept blaming Camryn (and though she does periodically just decide to stash our car keys in the tupperware drawer to be discovered 6 weeks later, it’s not her fault every time) and then–He found his badge.  It was hanging around his neck.  And he sheepishly said ‘bye’ and took off for who knows how many more hours.  We are already out of pretzels and cheddar and are rationing all other essentials and I’m not being melodramatic at all.

There was a whole lot of goings on packed into this little week of ours.  Lest you start to feel pity for my husband-less existence, we took a midweek, 3 day get away sans baby to Bryce Canyon.  It was beautiful and fantastic.  I’ll post about it next.  But this trip was right after my dear sweet old uncle Bob died unexpectedly, before his funeral celebration of life (because my aunt is Kathryn and it was absolutely not a funeral) Not to mention my mother’s knee replacement surgery (part 1 of 2), and my little girl entering her third year of life via the gateway of her 2nd birthday.  And I spoke at a woman’s conference on Saturday on “transitioning to motherhood”.  Plus I had my worst yet to date experience with my child’s poop which I will spare you the details of but which occurred at a restaurant and included poop on my clothes, not just hers.  The week before that, we found out a close family member has cancer.  Cancer that he will recover from, but not without one heck of a surgery with a looong recovery.  That plus 2 baby showers, yoga class, booking 1 flight to Florida, paying a painfully high dental bill with several more to come, a few trips to the city pool, reading my first kindle book. . .that pretty much sums things up.   Heavy and light, good and bad, with no regard to order, things are happening.

And who knows why I feel the need to tell you?  But there you go.



Around here lately

Around here lately

my notebook is filling up with mantras from yoga class and little snippets of Camryn that I want to remember

about 75 % of my friends moved out of Provo last month.  Which basically describes every semester change, but by this time–it’s gotten old.

the bathroom smells like chlorine from our swimsuits hanging to dry from our almost daily trips to the rec center pool.  Best money we’ve ever spent. We got a big hunk of a discount through Tanner’s employer (IHC) and Tanner is trying to shed a few pounds, I love zumba, Camryn loves the “POOL!!!” and us parents were at a huge loss of what to do with a hyperactive 2 year old from sun up to sun down every blasted day all winter. . . so this is just a good good thing all around.

remember me mentioning the box of paper on it’s way that weighs more than I do? Well it got here when were out of town for a couple days and my sweet neighbor texted me that I had a huge package at my door and would I like her to take it inside for me to make sure it didn’t get stolen? I replied:  ha.  if you can lift it.  She texted me back a few minutes later “ya. . . I think it’s weight will protect it from robbers :)” It took all of Tanner and I’s strength to get it past the door frame and then slide it all the way to our bedroom.  The bedroom where it takes up about 25% of the floor space that is left after our bed and my desk make their claims and that has been otherwise completely overrun with paper, bubblewrap, shipping envelopes and piles of book board.  So let it be written that my husband has never complained about this not once ever and so he is the best.

we’ve decided Tanner will go to his interview in Ft. Lauderdale.  It’s an option people!  The game is on, let the best option win. And even though the the flights are about double the cost, I am still confident we would get more than twice the visitors, am I right?

i’ve realized that lately when I am around other adults I. can’t. shut. up. People are fighting to get their words in edge-wise.  I have to consciously force myself to not interrupt and just keep talking and talking and talking.  Because most of what I say during my days are variations on the themes of “you have to eat something besides pretzels”, “stop climbing on me/get off of me/I am not a jungle gym”, “Camryn what is wrong?? you are being crazy for no reason”, “no more choo choo”(Thomas the train cartoons), and occasionally “well you are just the sweetest girl in the whole world”.  And guys, I have other things to say.  Lots of other things.  So forgive me and know I’m working on it.

tanner’s new work/school schedule is about half as heavy as last semester which means my life is about 2 million percent more awesome.  We’re working on smoothing out the kinks in an entirely different work hours/caregiving/housework balance where since he works much less, now I can work much more, and he gets more time with Camryn while I get less. I love the girl with all my soul but I can’t tell you I don’t love this new balance.  I’m trying so hard to resist throwing every single thing into Tanner’s lap since I have been 80% in charge of parenting, meals, and housework, and for the next 7 years that will probably lean closer to 95% (or 99.999% depending on which residency wife’s blog you read) and I just need a lot of give in the interim ya know? But I fear I may be going too far the other way and expecting him to take over everything. So much I want to do, so little time.

Namaste, everyone.

Welcome 2014, welcome.

Yesterday was New Year’s Eve and guess what I did?? I ditched a lined notebook that I have been trying to fill for almost two years, picked this pretty and huge blank one off my shelf, and started to fill it.  Is there anything more satisfying than beginning to fill a new notebook? I think not.  New year, new notebook.  I like it.  There is something about lines that I just cannot do and it discourages me from writing.  Lines do not facilitate pretty journal pages like this one.


Everyone is saying it, but I’m going to say it too:  2014 is going to be the best.  There are so many exciting things and big changes coming for me and my little family and I, for one, am STOKED.

Here are my plans:

MOVE across the country!! Out of state, guys.  I’ve never lived out of this state.

 Bookbind my little heart out and take my Etsy shop far and away further than I dreamed it could go.  I have big plans and among many other things–a box of paper on its way that weighs more than I do.  Really it does. I have no idea how that UPS guy is going to get it up our stairs.

Travel and ski as much as my circumstances allow–a trip this month, one in the spring, and a couple of flights out to Kansas City for sure, but more than that if I can help it! (read, depending on the size of our tax return and our housing cost situation for the fall)

Buy a house??  We might buy a house.  Like grown ups.

Become an organizational guru.  Don’t laugh.  I’ve already come a long way.

Take that yoga class and love everything about it

Keep learning my family history and get as much information as I can out of my parents and grandpa before I move

Love and use my new KINDLE and read so so many books

Write more.  Write things that aren’t this blog and that I edit and produce final drafts of.  Also, write more with pens and paper–fill up that notebook, abandon social media once in a while.

Cook my way through my new cook books–Our Best Bites #2 and my first introduction to the Pioneer Woman.  I am going to eat so well this year! And probably not in a low calorie kind of way.

Get my hair trimmed more often for heavens sakes.

Be more patient with my toddler

And maybe add a human to our family.  maybe.



Happy New Year!  May 2014 be your best year yet, and mine.