Liam caught some tad poles, all by himself, and has been deliberately nurturing his new pets in a glass bowl. He even hosted them a surprise spider-man birthday party, with decorations and candy.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Wildlfe Refuge
Liam caught some tad poles, all by himself, and has been deliberately nurturing his new pets in a glass bowl. He even hosted them a surprise spider-man birthday party, with decorations and candy.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Dear 16 Year Old Self
At this point in my life, my 10 year high school reunion and the generally over-partied, under-achieving, Chugiak High School Class of 2001 seems so irrelevant. I have kids, a job, a handsome husband, a somewhat busy schedule, family I'm dying to visit, and to be frank, hundreds of people I'd rather meet up with. Plus, for the few friends I still want to keep in contact with, there's facebook.
That said, I'll probably attend. My 10 year reunion happens to be the same week I'll be in Alaska with my family going fishing and running a trail marathon, and it will be ridiculously convenient to swing by for a slice of pizza. One last time, I'll be the weird one who doesn't drink. I've decided to look at it as not so much a gathering of people I no longer care about, but instead a celebration of my roots and a way to embrace the cherished memories, exponential growth, and new friends/family life has gifted me in the last 10 years.
A college roommate posted on facebook a link to a youtube video "Dear 16 year old me" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4jgUcxMezM ) that inspired some thought.
Since I've been thinking a bit about the wanton, perpetually late, 17 year -old -me that graduated 10 years ago I'm inspired to think about the few surprises and regrets that have snuck up on me.
Dear 16 year old self:
That said, I'll probably attend. My 10 year reunion happens to be the same week I'll be in Alaska with my family going fishing and running a trail marathon, and it will be ridiculously convenient to swing by for a slice of pizza. One last time, I'll be the weird one who doesn't drink. I've decided to look at it as not so much a gathering of people I no longer care about, but instead a celebration of my roots and a way to embrace the cherished memories, exponential growth, and new friends/family life has gifted me in the last 10 years.
A college roommate posted on facebook a link to a youtube video "Dear 16 year old me" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4jgUcxMezM ) that inspired some thought.
Since I've been thinking a bit about the wanton, perpetually late, 17 year -old -me that graduated 10 years ago I'm inspired to think about the few surprises and regrets that have snuck up on me.
Dear 16 year old self:
- You're going to fall in love. When you do, it will be like fireworks. It will be consuming. It will be just like every mushy love song you've ever heard. And you're going to love every minute of it.
- Just be yourself. Give other people that same courtesy. It makes life easier.
- Go to class your freshman year of college. No, seriously.
- Don't ever start drinking soda. Don't ever stop playing your violin, doing soccer, or writing handwritten letters.
- You'll have a son who calls you his snuggle bug, tells you you're pretty, picks you flowers, catches fire flies, and absolutely makes your world go round.
- Do NOT wait to go to grad school.
- There will be a time where life hurts. You'll get through it.
- You'll be blessed with a new, curly-haired, blue-eyed, baby girl.
- You'll enjoy living where ever life takes you. . . even the Midwest.
- Get more calcium.
- Ditch your boyfriends.
- Don't eat the sausage in Ukraine.
- You'll marry someone you ALREADY KNOW. Crazy, I know.
- Believe it or not, there really will come a day where you wish you'd have worn sunscreen.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
We miss family
Bradys sister Emily turned 15 and so she and Brady's parents came to DC to celebrate with us. Bug catching, water fighting, touring, family dancing, fun.
(We stole all these pictures from Leisa's camera.)
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