Recent Happenings:

Who says you don't take pictures of the second baby? We have tons. Featured here. Not in any sort of order at all. It's been a busy couple of weeks getting settled in the "City House". I would load more, but this internet is so SLOW! Pictures forthcoming: Clark and Linds in Dallas! (with us.)

Paul, with his goatee. (He's clean-shaven now.) And Aunt La-La.
In the lake last weekend.
"Why is everyone staring at me?" Charlotte and Grandma Polly at our Mother's Day party.
Aunt Rachel and the baby on the boat last weekend. So much fun.
The mini-mustache.
My personal favorite from Paul's facial hair. The hick. All he needs is a mullet.


A little shout out to my mom.

I was going to write this post a month ago. And then I was going to write it for Mother's Day. Let's just say this is Mother's Week and call it good.

First of all, let me set the record straight on my Mom. She is pretty cool. A fact I learned after those tumultuous adolescent years, but knew all throughout my childhood. I seriously thought my parents were the coolest. In fact, you could probably say that I get all of my coolness from my Mom. But I wouldn't call coolness her defining characteristic.

I think I would define my mom as kinetic.

Not only is she constantly active and involved in something, she is always active and involved in something different; always learning, forever progressing.

We were reminiscing the other day about my freshman year when she decided she would go back to school and be a lawyer. She did go back to school, but she took art classes, a significant portion of them involving naked people. "I've decided Speech Pathology is boring," she once told me during the "Art Era". But now that she is working again as a speech therapist, she is wildly passionate about technological communication aids. She is always telling me about a new class she has taken, or a new device she has implemented in one of her schools.

This trait is universally applicable. Her passion for life, her love of the Savior, her dedication to her family, future, past, and present, all stems from this kinetic energy, constantly driving her toward greatness.

My grandfather told me about how my mom insisted on going on a school trip to Europe during high school. (If you didn't know, my mom has been using crutches to walk since she was five.) "She did?!" I exclaimed, surprised at this new information. "Yep," he replied, "nothing ever holds Donna back". It couldn't be any truer today.

The tenderness of our relationship is sweeter still with the birth of my two daughters. I have a heightened awareness of her love for me, and appreciation of all that she gave us, and continues to give. I never really realized that my grandma was my mom's Mom until I was a mother. She makes an entire pot of gumbo without seafood, just because my mom recently developed an allergy to shellfish. And when she sees a purse that she thinks my mom would like, she buys it for her. Why didn't I notice all the Mom-things Grandma was doing? Maybe they were eclipsed by all of the fun Grandma-things she did. Ice cream and sandwiches, swimming and staying up late. Grandmas are fun. But how sweet it has been to be aware of the mothering that still happens in her home. Kind of like how my mom buys Ella organic graham crackers and juice, just because I tend to be a food nazi. That's the mothering. And then feeds Ella all the brownie she wants from her own plate. That's grandmothering.

She's good at both.


I might be obsessed.

Somewhere along the way to now, I stopped listening to regular radio and started listening to NPR. I'm not really sure when it happened, but I still laugh to myself sometimes that I enjoy talk radio so much. You just never think it's going to happen to you. And then you're glad when it does. When I was working full time (and by working, I mean, getting paid for my work), I just listened to the basic news that comes on while commuting, with an occasional Fresh Air by Terri Gross. (Love Fresh Air). But now that the majority of my driving occurs during daytime hours, I have discovered new shows by American Public Media. Exploring Music and, my personal favorite: Performance Today. If you have never heard Performance Today, you will not be able to quite understand how I cannot even type those words without hearing the familiar inflection of Fred Child, PT's host.

I love Fred Child. In fact, I have a voice crush on him. Nothing romantic. I am just completely sure that Fred Child and I could be best friends.

After listening to his wildly expressive voice for many months, I finally decided to look up a picture of him on the internet. And I have to say, I was sadly disappointed. I imagined Fred to be a kindly, graying man of my parent's generation. He surely would wear a subtle pair of wire-rimmed glasses to compliment his narrow, unassuming face.

Nope. He is young, and sort of bald. With a beard! Blah. I mean, Fred, if you are reading this (which is a possibility, since we are potential best friends) there is nothing wrong with how you look, you are a fine looking guy... just different. It just hasn't been the same on the show since I saw his picture. I keep trying to assimilate that image with the one in my head.

But, I still want to start an "I Love Fred Child" Fan Club.

And the Piano Puzzler is still the best ten minutes of my week.