baby moves

Zachary loves to move. In fact, he never sits still. Clint blames my genetics, and is probably right. A couple nights ago he took a break from his constant twisting and turning and pushing up on his legs and cuddled into my chest. I was thrilled!!! Maybe this was a new chapter and we could sit and snuggle and read books and sing songs and play quiet lap games and just look at each other and smile........and then Zachary lifted his head and vomited chunks of blueberry and breast milk down my shirt. And then he was off to moving and grooving again. And I was off to take a shower.


So this is Z doing some sort of crazy sumo split stretch. He gets his leg too wide, tries to pull himself up to standing, but for obvious reasons has some real difficulties. I vacillate between helping him out and laughing in the background with my camera ready.

One morning he was reaching into the above ottoman and became perfectly perched on the edge, rocking back and forth, on the brink of diving in head first. Again, it was a really hard choice deciding whether to help him out, or to grab the camera. On that particular occasion I decided to help him, a real Mother of the Year moment.

vacation

We recently spent two weeks in Southern California. It was heavenly. No cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, and if I (accidentally of course) left my laundry it would magically become washed, dried, and folded to perfection. I feel like I should probably be growing out of this soon (I am going on 30), but there is something so wonderfully refreshing about mooching off of my parents.

And my mom is seriously the best laundry folder. Clint, who is not the most observant type, even noticed her origami underwear masterpieces. While he wistfully stared I threw him a look that said: Don't get any ideas buddy. I'm not that type of girl.

I'm more the Jackson Pollock type with my colors and whites, while my mom is Botticelli or Michelangelo. They both have their merits, right!??






We spent as much time as possible at the beach. Corona Del Mar, Blacks, Scripps, and a night of beach camping at San Onfre. Clint and I rekindled our love of body boarding, and went out several times while kind family members watched Z snooze on the shore, or try and eat sand.




It was so fun to be out with Clint catching waves---I felt like we were eighteen again. We rode a wave together and then he reached over and held my hand...totally something out of a Zac Efren movie. We finally came to terms that there is no beach,and no waves in Utah, and so we left our wetsuits and fins in California for next time. I cannot wait. I love being out there.

Surfing the Big One

HATS

I was intrigued by all the wild, high fashion hats at the royal wedding. What is the process/evolution of taking something super functional like a hat (blocks the sun and hides a frizzy head of hair when lazy) and rendering it completely useless?

It begs the question, what makes a hat a hat? Is it its purpose and functionality, or is a hat simply anything that rests atop a head?

Zachary too has been grappling with these same questions. He asks, If a hat can be a completely useless object that sits on the head, why can't the everyday object serve as this accessory?

Here Zachary explores the hat as everyday object with the lid to a Cafe Rio Pork Salad with pinto beans, and yes please the creamy house dressing.

And here Zachary wears the top of a chicken burrito with black beans and mild salsa. At first he thought that maybe the lid was wearing him, but ultimately said I am fabulous and went for it.

And here Zachary pays homage to the source of all these musings with a very English tip of the hat and Top of the morning to you, Cheerio my lady.

men and their shirts

Just a couple of guys in their white shirts ready to go to church on a Sunday morning.

Momumental May

May has been a great month.

1. I finished writing my thesis and passed my orals.
2. I graduated!
3. I fit back into my old clothes. Jeans that zip! Pants that button!! Shirts that hug!!! Hello to all my long lost friends.
   

Here is a picture of me and Z at graduation. I like it because I look busy; like I am an accomplished (graduated!) no-nonsense do it all Mom on the go.


The speaker at the fine arts graduation was a fellow dancer and friend. He gave such an uplifting and inspiring speech. Here is Z with that hopeful academic look that seems to say

Being smart feels amazing. I am here to change the world.

May really has been a great month. Cheers to a fabulous June.

springtime for utah

We really love living in Salt Lake. It is perfect except for one thing: winter lingers. Snow in April, snow in the middle of May...it happens every year, but every year we complain and act super surprised and outraged. This year, when we woke up to a snowy Saturday the last day of April, Clint declared that he was going to make a snowman for Zachary.

Of course, what snowman isn't complete without a binky and some huggies?



Zachary loved it.

And Clint was super proud of his creation.

The good thing about snow in April and May is that it usually doesn't last. By afternoon our snowman was much smaller, the huggie absorbed to the max, and we were all out of our cold winter clothes.

All in all, it was a pretty good Saturday.