Random

Henry, rocking his daddy's alma matter. I'm still hunting for a BYU onesie, but we do sing "Rise and shout the cougars are out!" several times a week.

When I manage to read the paper, I usually check out our horoscope (Clint and I are the same sign) for fun. After Henry was born, I added his sign to my perusal. There have been several that have made me laugh when applied to my baby. Here's one from a few weeks ago:
You are difficult to predict, and that is precisely why so many people are watching you now. Even you are not so sure what your next move will be, but its sure to be exciting.

A July evening

The humidity tonight is something awful--the kind of clingy, stickiness that fogs your glasses just because you walked outside, and hangs on you like a sick child. Breathing is a chore and movement slows down as you try to swim through the soup. It has me dreaming of cooler climbs, of cold-from-the-tap water and evenings that last into the night. But until I am breathing tingly-crisp air again, I'll be grateful for the ice machine and the air conditioner.

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This Henry picture is a few days old. When I discovered the pockets in this outfit were real, rather than just decorative over-stitching, I envisioned a picture of my sweet boy with his hands in his pockets. He refused to cooperate with my plan, but at least agreed to smile for the camera and his mama.

A July evening

The humidity tonight is something awful--the kind of clingy, stickiness that fogs your glasses just because you walked outside, and hangs on you like a sick child. Breathing is a chore and movement slows down as you try to swim through the soup. It has me dreaming of cooler climbs, of cold-from-the-tap water and evenings that last into the night. But until I am breathing tingly-crisp air again, I'll be grateful for the ice machine and the air conditioner.

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This Henry picture is a few days old. When I discovered the pockets in this outfit were real, rather than just decorative over-stitching, I envisioned a picture of my sweet boy with his hands in his pockets. He refused to cooperate with my plan, but at least agreed to smile for the camera and his mama.

Happy Independence Day

We spent the weekend with family in a pretty low-key mode. I didn't even make it into my red, white, and blue today. I'm listening to fireworks instead of watching them. Despite my lack of celebration, I'm grateful for our freedoms, and for those who have fought for them over the years.

And I'm grateful for my very own Yankee Doodle Dandy this year. This is the anniversary weekend of finding out about our pregnancy and of telling Clint's family. I've tried telling Henry about it, but he just smiles at me.