Friday, December 31, 2010

Today is really freaking me out.

I keep remembering the day in grade school – I think 6th grade in Mr. Coe’s class at Garfield Elementary – when we figured out how old we would be at the turn of the century. My exemplary 6th grade math skillz told me that on January 1st, 2000, I would be 26 years old. Man. That seemed O.L.D. Ancient. Out of college and stuff.

I don’t remember what I imagined my life to be like at the decrepit old age of 26. But I do remember my heart stopping briefly as I thought about myself aging…really aging…for the first time.

When it was finally time to party like it was 1999 I was, of course, flabbergasted that 26 year old me had arrived on the scene so quickly. I think I spent a lot of time reminiscing about 6th grade me on that day too.

On the Eve of Y2K everyone was excited for history in the making, and nervous about the possibility of worldwide pandemonium. I was pissed about feeling completely underdressed. I made Mr. G. drive me all the way across town in a snowstorm so I could change clothes. Heh. I can’t imagine being able to upend our entire evening on a whim now.

I know that if we had dedicated a moment of thought that night to things beyond “The Perfect Cocktail to Toast the New Year,” we would have realized that the next decade would be the most important of our lives. But we were newlyweds in formal attire that had a party to attend with a couple thousand of our closest friends.

And here we are. That entire decade is over. I’m now 36. Which merely the thought of would probably have sent 12 year old me into some kind of depression. Of course I realize that 36 isn’t old. I might have a few creaks in my knees. A couple of very charming smile lines around my eyes. Some grey hairs. And let’s not even talk about the effects of gravity on the girls…But you know what? I feel fantastic. I’m quite possibly in the best shape of my life. And HELLO. I am damn cute! Not even in that “for a mom” kind of way. So there.

So many things have happened over the course of the last 10 years that will shape the rest of our lives. Mr. G started our business. We moved into our “forever house” and bought our little mountain escape. Most importantly, we became parents. 6th grade Clover probably wanted to be a mom someday. 26 year old Clover was wondering when it might feel like the right time for “someday” to arrive. Thirty-six year old Clover can’t imagine how we ever stumbled through the world without our kids to teach us about love and laughter and really living.

Tonight we start a whole new decade. When it ends I will be the mother of a 16 and 13 year old. Honestly, I can’t even imagine what that will look like. I just know it’s going to get here a whole lot faster than we want it to.

Happy New Year!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Mr. G found this picture of Sweet William on his computer yesterday. Every time I look at it, it takes my breath away.


Wednesday, December 29, 2010

I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas! Ours was pretty fantastic. The whole month of December was in fact. We made a lot of cookies. We went Christmas Caroling in our neighborhood. I made the kids drive around and look at an obscene amount of Christmas lights. And we made it to church on Christmas Eve this year. Which you wouldn’t think would be difficult since that’s the only time a lot of people make it to church. But…with the party hopping we do so that we can spend time with all of our family, it’s been tough make it to mass.

We’ve learned a thing or two at Casa Del Clover this holiday season. Thing number one is that 4th quarter is a little Scroogey for our family business. It took us three years to figure out that little seasonal slump. But now we get it. And we’ll be moving through 2011 with that in mind.

The second, and most important thing that we learned is that thing number one doesn’t have anything to do with Christmas cheer. We cut way back on the amount of gifts we purchased this year, the number of people we purchased for, and the amount we spent overall. And it didn’t even matter. Not one bit. There were still squeals and smiles and lots of ripped paper on Christmas morning. (That’s right. I channeled my grandmother and wrapped boxes of sugar cereal. I worried that it would be ghetto. They LOVED it.)

Phew! I guess it doesn’t matter how many Hallmark movies you watch, sometimes you just have to learn life’s lessons firsthand.

Incidentally, part of the reason that our kids didn’t have to worry about whether or not Santa was coming down the chimney is because they have grandparents who spoil them rotten. So please don’t misunderstand our reigned in spending for a minimalist holiday. We are good people. But we aren’t Saints. I would love to tell you that our little family got through the holidays on love and baked goods. But there was an awful lot of Mattel and electronics up in here. C’est la vie. And thank God for the abundance we are blessed with here at Casa Del Clover. I know that many aren’t so lucky.

Kids being kids and all, mine were pretty caught up in the Santa-ness of the season this year. Sweet Pea wrote approximately 84,000 letters to Santa. She eagerly climbed up on his lap to tell him her hearts desires. And she wrote him a love note to leave with his plate of cookies. Will was more skeptical of his face to face encounter with the big guy. He didn’t mutter a single syllable while he was sitting on his lap. But he did smile. And he didn’t scream, cry, or even flinch. Progress!

I think the big difference is that Sweet Pea thinks of Santa as a jolly old elf with a big sack of toys. Will sees him more as a prosecuting attorney. He kept singing the lyrics to “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” in a tone that suggested he was checking his rule book. He must have told me a million times that he did NOT want rocks for Christmas. On Sunday he informed me in a relieved voice that “Santa isn’t watching me anymore.” (My loss. Clearly.)

It’s Ok though. I have no doubts that he’ll be able to afford the therapy he may someday need to help him get over his deep seeded fear of Santa. Besides, that made room in his heart for his number one favorite person this Christmas season - Baby Jesus himself! It seems to be the trend when you’re three at our house. One adorable year of sweet and innocent Baby Jesus love before you get wise to the gift racket. And for the record, I will sing Away in a Manger as many times as they ask.


The dismantling of Christmas is slowly beginning here. I start my new job on Monday, and the thought of my house looking like a corner of the North Pole all next week is making me stabby. But I still have some pictures to share, so Clover might be holly jolly for a while longer. This Christmas was fabulous and I want to remember it through the eyes of my 3 and 6 year old kiddos. I have a sneaking suspicion that next year won’t be quite the same.


Monday, December 27, 2010

I have been dying to share my latest photobook creation. But since it was a Christmas present for my FIL, I had to wait. These are pictures from our trip to the cabin at Dworshak this summer. Enjoy!

Click here to view this photo book.


Saturday, December 25, 2010


I hope your Christmas is full of love, joy and abundant blessings.

~Clover and Crew

Friday, December 24, 2010

Allow me to be Queen Obvious here for just a second and say, December has been a crazy busy month. We have been decking the halls, making merry and all kinds of other fa la la la la-ing. I have even been taking some fun pictures of all our snowy holiday adventures. But I haven't had two seconds to sit down and type. (Or play in Photoshop, and quite frankly that's the really important part.)

So I will just take a moment to tell you that I got that job I was going on and on about a few posts ago. I start January 3rd. And while I am excited about the job, I am fa-reak-ing out about the whole "leaving my house and children on a daily basis in clothing other than yoga pants" aspect of it. More on that once we get rolling, I'm sure. Much more in fact. Bear with me.

Once the mad mele is over here - next week, I'm guessing - I am hoping to have time to edit all the pictures I took on our Polar Express train ride along Idaho's scenic Highway 55. It was gorgeous, and of course a total dream come true for my Santa and train obsessed children.

For now, I leave you with this:

My sister-in-law Scarlet's near professional quality Christmas cookie decorating.

And mine:

In all fairness, this was by FAR the worst one. And I had clearly just given up at this point. But really. My 3 year old did better than this...

Ho Ho Ho

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

It's a snow day!! It's a snow day!! It's a snow day!!

We have had the weirdest weather lately. Although, if I think about it, it's only weird because of how retro-normal it is.

First October was really warm and sunny. And then the second half of November was cold, cold, cold and snowy. We're kicking off December with almost a foot of snow on the ground. Remnicient of my childhood. But unusual for the last few years.

Poor Mr. G had to go buy a new snow shovel this morning because our wimpy one couldn't handle the driveway. And after an hour of hard labor out there, you can hardly tell he shoveled.

The kids and I have big plans to get the house ready for full blown Christmas decorating to commence. (Sorry honey. We are ignoring the "no Christmas until after your birthday" rule this year.) And we might bake cookies.

I'm also thinking about starting on my birthday treat for Mr. G's birthday dinner on Saturday. (If you're going to be in McCall, come on over!) I'm making red velvet cake balls a la Bakerella. Should be yummy.

Remembering to enjoy the unexpected today...


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Lessons in Leaves

Don’t look too proudly on all you have accomplished. A gust of wind will scatter your efforts.

In a whirlwind some chose to dance on the edges and others jump right into the vortex.

There is beauty in dying.

Hidden beneath a beautiful exterior may lie a pile of poo.

To one it is a heap of work. To another it is an autumn igloo.

Even when the bag seems full, more can fit in.

Curse not your neighbor’s tree. It drops leaves indiscriminately.

There is no end to your raking.

~Zen Clover

Thursday, November 11, 2010

I’ve spent the last two weeks engaged in a humbling and yet empowering exercise…updating my resume.

Let’s start with the why. Just in case you haven’t spent 30 seconds in my physical presence recently and therefore haven’t had to hear me and the constant narration of the voices in my head. As it happens, there is a job opening at my high school for an Alumni Programs Manager.

I know, right? When I left the university to go back into the marketing world I was pretty sure that part of my career was over. I always attributed at least a portion of my passion for the advancement field to my passion for my Alma Matter. I feel pretty confident that the door is open if I ever wanted to return there, but unlike a lot of advancement folks I don’t have any interest in university hopping. I want to stay in Boise. And as much as I’m trying to get on board the “lets all be friends” bandwagon, I don’t really want to go work for Boise State. I guess I figured that ship had sailed.

But now my other Alma Matter needs someone who can do, well, everything I can do. I have to throw my name in that hat!

Of course I am incredibly nervous about reentering the world of grown ups. If I am the successful candidate I am going to have to go shopping for something other than yoga pants. Actually, I might have to do that just to get through the interview…

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

First you have to write a resume, right? I dug mine out and realized that it’s been almost 11 years since I’ve applied for a job. In 1999, when I was hired at the University of Idaho I listed Outlook as a software in which I was proficient on my resume. And if I recall, that was a gold star in the interview.



Starting the process of writing your resume is always a little like laying bare your soul. I never feel like its adequate much less impressive until I’ve made a huge jumbled list of responsibilities and started to organize them into a cohesive picture of who I am as a professional. Once I do that it’s like, whoa…I was good at that. I was really good at that. And I loved it. Plus, I’m so old now that my resume can legitimately be 2 pages long. It’s easier to cover 14 years of work experience when you aren’t limited to bullet points and 12 synonyms for “created.”

Mr. G and I have had a bunch of “what I want to be when I grow up” conversations over the last couple of years. I felt like my 2 years at home with the kids left me so far in the dust where technology and marketing were concerned. (He never agreed.) It seemed to me like the thing I was best at in the whole wide world was so specific and niche that it would never be useful again. (Well, yes. I can make custom designed nametags and table cards in less than 30 seconds. Why do you ask? Facebook? Facebook is my playground. Of course I have the phone number to the convention center on speed dial…) I wouldn’t trade my time working with my hubby, or my time with my kids for anything. But I can’t say I haven’t worried that I gave up the job that was perfect for me.

Mr. G says he always knew another job would be perfect for me. Wouldn’t it be nice to always have everyone else’s confidence in you?

I’m not going to lie. My head swims when I think of going back to work before both kids are in school. But then Sweet William asks if he can go to preschool everyday. Or Sweet Pea says that she would like to do that afterschool program at her school. And I think, I can do this. I can ROCK THIS.

So wish me luck.

Sunday, November 07, 2010

I’ll admit it. I’ve got a new obsession. Ok…Maybe new isn’t the right word. Maybe annual is better. It’s pumpkin. Pumpkin seeds, pumpkin bread, pumpkin pancakes, pumpkin spice steamers, pumpkin candles, and pumpkins all over the house. I’m addicted. So the fact that I am getting little pumpkin muffin crumbs all over my keyboard right now shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone.

These muffins are so good. SO. Good.

Lucky you. I’m sharing the recipe.

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Grease and flour a muffin pan, or use muffin cups.

1 ½ cups sugar
½ cups vegetable oil
4 eggs
1 ½ cups canned pumpkin
2 tablespoons sour cream
½ cup water
3 cups all purpose flour
1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon ground cloves
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
½ teaspoon ground nutmeg
½ teaspoon salt
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips

Mix sugar oil and eggs
Add pumpkin, sour cream and water, mix well
In another bowl mix together the flour, baking soda, baking powder spices and salt
Add dry ingredients to wet and mix. Stir in chocolate chips

Fill muffin cups 2/3 full with batter. Bake for 20 – 25 minutes.

This is supposed to yield 24 muffins, but we got 19 big ones.


(Forgive the weird photo. My camera is still on vacation in Mr. G's office. My Blackberry isn't exactly professional quality.)

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Kind, Smart, Funny, Creative, Energetic, Thoughtful, Confident, Careful, Silly, Athletic, Talented, Caring, Serious, Focused, Intuitive, Joyful, Empathetic, Imaginative, Loyal, Trustworthy, Adorable.



Thursday, November 04, 2010

NO MORE POLITICAL ADS!!! WOOHOOOO!!! It’s over! It’s done…for now. But hey, lets live in the moment. For right now, it’s over. I honestly think that if I watched another crappy commercial accusing someone of stabbing babies my head would flat out explode. And the amount of glossy cardstock that was going straight from mailbox to my recycling bin was obscene. A forest worth of unread postcards. It’s sad really.

I’m mostly Ok with the results of the election here in Hideyhoo. Quite frankly, I don’t have the energy to go into all the gory details. But in most cases I think the right guy or gal won. There’s a state legislative race that I think is still undecided, and I’m still hoping for my candidate to win that one. But the rest…I don’t know. I guess I’m a little apathetic about it all. Either the old regeime gets a second chance or a new batch of idiots gets to screw things up for a change.

Whatever. No more politicking for a while. Wheeeee!

I did learn that we need to have a little civics lesson at our house though. Sweet Pea has somehow mixed up democracy and horse racing. She came home from the mock election in her classroom just pleased as punch that she’d picked the winner.

It’s only first grade. I’ll deal with that later.


Thursday, October 28, 2010

I’m starting to realize that the days when I feel like a total Rockstar Mommy are often the days when I have to do the least amount of actual parenting.

Fortunately for me, Sweet William is giving me a lot of opportunities to flex my Mommy muscles these days. I’m dropping into bed at night feeling as mean as Joan Crawford on a tequila bender, but oh…the parental wisdom I’m gaining.

In fact, just this week I’ve learned so many valuable lessons. Like, exactly how fast I can run in my high heeled boots. And how to get sharpie marker off of upholstery. Or how many toys actually fit into the box we use for possession purgatory, a.k.a. the “Gobble Box.” And my personal favorite, how to dismantle a locked bedroom door using a crowbar and a sledge hammer. (I don’t make this stuff up. Really. I don’t.)

All the parenting books will tell you that my 3 year old is “asserting his independence.” Which is true, of course. But it feels more like some medieval form of messing with my head. For instance, the other day I asked my sweet boy if he would like to go to his all time favorite place on the planet…Shopko*. He was exuberant in is affirmative reply.
“Great!’ says I. “Go and get your shoes off of that chair.” And so it begins. He can’t get the shoes. He won’t get the shoes. He forgot to get the shoes, he was distracted by something shiny on the way to the shoes, and then finally he emerges wearing shoes…but they are flip flops and it is practically snowing outside. So finally I just go get the damn shoes, and then we have a temper tantrum of monumental proportions because HE WANTED TO GET THEM. .


Fourty five minutes later when we finally make it to the car, we do the same dance over getting into his car seat. And putting on his seatbelt. And, naturally, keeping the freaking shoes on his feet.

*Shopko has an entire section of Thomas the Train stuff. Enough said.

I know that anyone reading this right now is probably wondering why I don’t just pull the plug on the Shopko trip altogether. Right? You were being a tiny bit critical of my parenting just now…admit it. But here’s the deal. I really NEED to go to Shopko. At this point, I have been trying to go there for 4 days, and each day after a frighteningly similar scenario I have nixed it . I have used my best mom voice to say, “Aw, that’s too bad. I guess maybe tomorrow you’ll remember that if we make poor choices/dilly dally/don’t cooperate with Mommy we don’t get to go do fun things.” But now the situation is desperate. If we don’t go to Shopko I won’t have anything in the diaper family to wrap around his obstinate little bottom at bedtime. And since he decided - after 6 weeks of being 100% potty-trained - that he now can’t make it through the night with dry pants (Which is totally normal for a 3 year old, right? Totally normal?) pull-ups are not optional at this point. I have to go to Shopko.

It’s maddening. And I have tried a million different tactics ranging from trickery to bribery to get him to come willingly along. But I’m no match for him. The other day he was almost in tears because he had to pee so badly, but then he held it for an additional 20 minutes while he threw a fit about whether or not I would spin a toy top for him BEFORE he got on the potty. I offered to spin that top like a madwoman the entire time he sat on the John, but he narrowed his eyes to evil little slits and said, “You spin the top or I am NOT going to go pee pee.” He’s like a tiny villain with a hostage. It’s constant negotiation. And you can’t give in to that crap! Can you? CAN YOU? I find myself holding my ground about the most ridiculous of things lately.

I’ve had a lot of people tell me that my children’s stubbornness will serve them well when they are older. They won’t be pressured into trying things they don’t want to do. They won’t be bullied or pushed around. But I’m not entirely convinced it will work in my favor. What if they just end up being the kids doing the bullying and pressuring? Sweet Pea could talk her way out of a grand jury indictment. And Will is already answering to “Frank the Tank.”

I see this ending badly.

But then again, sometimes I don’t.


Sunday, October 10, 2010

Even if it weren't 10.10.10, today would still be a special day. Today is our "silk" anniversary. Which means 12 years. It also means I totally botched my anniversary gift for Mr. G. Sorry honey, I didn't get you a cravat.

I don't think there is any lack of schmoop around here. I may have even been told that I needed to "get a room" after that post about what a hottie Mr. G is. I've written about how hard he works to keep our little family in a constant state of bliss. I've posted a thousand pictures of the amazing family fun we have. You get it. He's awesome.

So instead of more of the lovey dovey stuff, I think I'll tell you something embarrassing. Maybe I could make a list of embarrassing stuff...Oh, that's a great idea. Ok, here goes:

We have a secret code in case either of us is ever body snatched or cloned by evil forces.

We stopped worrying about whether or not the bathroom door was shut years ago.

Sometimes we find each other dreadfully boring. Usually that happens when we are driving somewhere and he only wants to talk about work, and I only want to talk about kids. When that's the case, we sometimes play a driving game where you think of actual band names that could double as nasty STD's. Or alternately, where you make farty noises with your mouth and then name them things like, "The Sneak Attack" or "Unabomber."

Long ago...before we had children...I made him learn all the old Girl Scout Camp songs that I know. And he sings them with me in the car.

8th grade humor makes him giggle like a girl.

I accidentally gave him the same Valentines Day card 3 years in a row because I thought it was sassy and sexy. Something about how I like my Valentines like I like my martinis...dirty.

I buy him silly boxer shorts, and he wears them even though he gets embarrassed about them at the gym.

At his bachelor party he threw up on a stripper.

And he never thinks twice about being silly with me or the kids just for the sake of having fun and making memories.

I love you honey! I don't know who these old people are celebrating 12 years of marriage. But I'm glad you're still my boyfriend.


Saturday, October 09, 2010

I spent a good part of yesterday being clever and crafty with Halloween treasures procured from the Dollar Store. And I would love to show you the results of my spooky spectacularness. But, alas, Mr. G has our camera in his office for some unknown reason. So you get nothing.


Well. Almost nothing. You get something. Something pretty fabulous actually. I found a new Blog and I heart it.

From Blah to Ta-Daa

The food looks amazing. I am dying to make the cocount shrimp. And one of these girlies lives in Maine, which has me in a tizzy of envy. So there you go. Read about their fabulousness and trust that I would be showing you mine if I had a camera. (Boo hiss!)


Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Will: "Mom...we have to be very quiet. Shhhhh..."

Me: "How come honey? We're outside, this is your chance to be as noisy as you want."

Will: "I know. But China might be right over there (pointing.) Or right over there..."

Me: "Um...?"

Will: "Or over there...or over there...or over there..."

Me. "Are you worried about waking up the people who are sleeping in China?"

Will: "Yes because it's nightnight time there right now."

And so our charmed life goes on at Casa Del Clover


Friday, October 01, 2010

Some of the reasons that you have pets is to teach your children about compassion and love and responsibility…and ultimately the circle of life. Right?

Well. The circle of life sucks. Wednesday night our kitty, Oreo, got attacked by some kind of animal in our yard. We aren’t sure what it was, possibly a raccoon. Anyway, whatever it was bit him badly and snapped his back leg. The only fix was a surgical procedure that would have cost $1,500. I wish that I could say we didn’t have to make decisions like this. But, well. We did. And so today with a lot of tears and an incredibly heavy heart I took Oreo to the vet and held his little head while he went to sleep forever.

Sometimes I think that I am a little bit emotionally detached. Like maybe I protect my heart by being funny or sarcastic or even just pragmatic. But not today. Today I am so, so, SO very sad.

I told Sweet Pea last night that there was a good chance Oreo couldn’t get well. I gave her some time to say goodbye to him. And this morning I even let her be a little late to school so she could give him one last snuggle. I’m not sure she totally understood though. And I am really dreading 3:45 today.

Right this second I am very sad. I am missing my sweet kitty, and feeling like I failed him by not keeping him inside. Or having pet insurance. Or even just having a lot of money to spend on poor little kitties who wrap you quickly around their little paws.

Oreo, you were a great kitty! You were sweet, and funny. Friendly and snuggly. And you made two kids very, very happy. I loved your comforting purr and the adorable little white stripe that ran across your bottom. I loved how you followed me around like you were a little fluffy dog. And I know that when you left dead things on the back step you did it because you wanted to show me that you loved me too. I’m glad you came into our lives, even if it was just for a very short while. I didn’t know I even liked cats before there was you, so thank you for purring your way into my heart. I promise if we ever get another kitten I won’t make the same mistakes. See you at that Rainbow Bridge!


Saturday, September 25, 2010

Last Friday we packed up the kids and headed across town for what was billed as a "Balloon Glow" on the fairway at our golf course. We knew there would be at least one hot air balloon on display. We heard there would be food. We hoped there would be wine.

When we got there we were totally blown away. There were actually 6 balloons, and they were giving rides to the kids! It was absolutely amazing to watch not only the balloons, but the people who were operating them. It took several strong adults on each balloon to hold the lines and keep them from flying off into the wild blue yonder with our babies dangling beneath. And the heat that each balloon puts out is intense.

Sweet Pea was ready to hop inside the basket as soon as we walked onto the fairway. Will clung to my hand a little, but when I told him that only kids could go up he ditched me for his sister in a flash.

It was so cool to see my kids get to experience something that I have never been able to do. What an amazing life they are getting to live! We are so lucky.

I took some pics of course. This is my first time shooting in RAW, and since it was dusk the light was tricky. But I think these turned out pretty cool.


Friday, September 17, 2010

We had the honor of hosting a party in our backyard this week for the current Governor of Idaho, CL "Butch" Otter. Y'all know how I just loooove to throw a party. And giant holes in my ceiling be damned...we did this one up right.

I don't care who you are or how you vote, the fact that I live in a place where the Governor will come hang out in your backyard and talk to your friends is a pretty cool thing. Our government here is so accessible to the people it serves. It was a fun night with an interesting and thought provoking crowd. The food was absolutely outstanding, thanks to a couple of my foodie friends - Edward and Tim. And our house was looking pretty good. (That's how I get stuff done around here, doncha know. "Hey honey, lets have a party and invite all your friends and clients...")

Anyone wishing to live vicariously should take note of this absolutely outstanding menu…

Lentil Soup Shooters with Crème Freche
Crudites and Dip
Artisan Cheese Board
Curried Potato Wedges with Mango Chutney Dipping Sauce
Beef with Horseradish Crème
Kubota Pork Bites
Idaho Salmon with Raspberry Chipotle Sauce

And of course for dessert…Lemon Chiffon Cupcakes

Uh. Yeah. It was awesome. All of the beef, pork, and fish, as well as the potatoes and lentils were Idaho products. The meats were donated to us from Snake River Farms, an Idaho company with exceptional products. I’m not even kidding, that stuff melts in your mouth. You can order online too…Yummy. And the beer was compliments of our friends at Stein Distributing. (Thank you!)

We had a great time! Can’t wait to do it again.

The Hosts with the Mosts

Me and Mr. G

Our friends and partners in partying, Eddie and Traci.

This boy can cook!

Color coordinated candy and slightly melty lemon chiffon cupcakes

Mr. G giving the intro and welcome.

My nephew Zach had the option of leaving and going with all the other kids to play, or staying to hear the grownups talk shop. He stayed, and he was mesmerized!

Governor Otter talks with his constituents...IN MY BACKYARD. Still cool.

One more reason I love Idaho.


Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

R.I.P. Coco the prize fair fish. And also Coco #2, the look-alike replacement fish, purchased over the weekend to shield my kids from the horrors of death by our sweet neighbor and fish sitter Katina.

You were good fish. Very swimmy and all that.

Well. Ok, Coco was swimmy. Coco #2 didn't have much of a chance to prove himself. But we understand that he was under a lot of stress in the short time he was with us.

Sadly, there are no photographs of Coco. But there is this picture of Coco #2, taken just moments before he died of a heart attack.

You will be missed.


Saturday, August 28, 2010

Mission “Begin First Grade” accomplished! Sweet Pea rocked her first week, albeit a short one. She is completely enamored with eating in the cafeteria. In fact, if you didn’t pry you might think that was the only thing happening in first grade. But if I bribe and distract I can usually get her to let slip with some more information. For example, one of the boys in class has a dad who is a college basketball coach. (And unless there are a whole handful of dads over 7’ who wear college basketball shirts to drop their kids off at school, I am pretty sure I know which one he is.) Also, there is a reading loft in their classroom which she f.i.n.a.l.l.y got to access on Friday. I was also getting sketchy information about a thing called a “Patty” that goes on the back of your chair to hold your books and whatnot. (They don’t have desks.) Then yesterday she told her dad all about her book CADDY and that made considerably more sense.

She has mentioned a couple of new friends. And has also talked about meeting up with the old crew on the playground at recess. She comes home pretty wiped out. And she and her brother are kind of love/hating each other right now. But even with all that, I think we can consider the start of first grade to be a big success.

As for me…well…I’m a little giddy. Between starting our day early and organized, and being down one kid I feel like Supermom. My house is really clean. I’m knocking things off my to-do list like you wouldn’t believe. And I’ve been in the gym every day since school started. Not to mention getting some one on one play time with Sweet William. (Who keeps saying that he misses his sister. But as the days go on he seems to be adjusting to singleton status quite nicely.)

We have a very busy fall ahead of us. Will starts preschool this week. Both kids have gymnastics classes beginning soon. And there are at least two Vandal football games on the books. But right now the biggie occupying my time is a little soiree in my backyard in two weeks for our Governor and about 70 of our closest friends and strangers.

Today is all about yard work.

But now that school is here. Clover is back.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Tomorrow is our last day of summer vacation here at Casa Del Clover. And I'm not gonna lie to you...I am a leetle bit freaked out. This is FIRST GRADE people! My little buddy is going to be gone ALL DAY. She will be eating cafeteria food. There will be an expectation that she can sit at a desk for long periods of time. Without randomly falling out of her chair.

(For years I heard my mother in law tell a story about getting called down to the elementary school for a meeting with the principal because the wee Mr. G just could not help falling out of his seat. And the mental image I had was of him sort of just randomly flopping to the floor like a fish out of water. Which always made me giggle uncontrolably until I saw Sweet Pea do that exact thing one day at kindergarten...)

She doesn't seem to be grasping the gravity of the situation. Which I suppose is all well and good. But. You know. Maybe she could throw her mom a bone and act like she might miss me. Just a tiny bit?

I keep hearing from the other moms that her teacher is kind of a meanie. (Ugh.) So maybe after a week or two I won't be so tongue in cheek about that. Fingers crossed that's not the case...

And time marches on.


Friday, August 13, 2010

We are still having too much fun on our marathon vacay to N. Idaho and Washington. But I had to share a new blog. The owner of this crafty space is a gal from Mr. G's hometown. I remember meeting her for the first time when she was about 12...

But she's all growds up now, and creating beautiful jewelry and other treasures. If you live in northcentral Idaho, you might be lucky enough to find her at a craft fair or decor store. Otherwise you'll have to find her on etsy. Check out the blog, Bu2ful by Betsy B.

And then go drool over her wedding photos...Amazing!!!

Wedding Chicks - DIY Rustic Barnyard Wedding



Monday, August 09, 2010

We are at Papa and Gigi's ranch having a FABULOUS weekend. Not much time to write, but as they say, pictures are worth a thousand words.