Saturday, April 19, 2008

Hobble, Hobble

On Wednesday my poor little Kristin fell down some steps at school. She called me on her way home to say she was really embarrassed, had gravel in her hand, and that her foot hurt a little. By the time she got home her foot was hurting more than a little. I told her we should go to the ER but she refused. After a little while she decided that maybe, possibly, perhaps we could go to Urgent Care.

The result? A fractured bone. They fit her with a boot cast and told her to go see an orthopedist. After which she turned down any kind of pain pills (crazy girl).

Since then we have gone through a lot of ice and a lot of ibuprofen. There are also pillows strewn about the house so that no matter where she lays down she has something to prop it up on. She can't drive, but thanks to the help of friends she's getting around just fine.

She is able to walk a bit on the boot cast, but her gait has taken on a sort of cute hobble. Today we're braving the Mall of Misery (America), and I'll get the chance to test out my wheelchair driving skills :)

Friday, April 18, 2008

So Similar...

The baby on the top is Corban, born yesterday. The baby on the bottom is his big brother, Jordan, born 2 years ago. They look like twins - and the hospital still uses the same blankets :)

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Welcome to the World, Corban!

This morning Kristin and I got a new nephew! Corban came into the world around 8 a.m. weighing in at 9.04 pounds. Congrats to my brother and sister-in-law and other nephew, Jordan!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Anna and Taryn

Some of you may remember that Anna was our officiant at our wedding (she did a fabulous job, by the way). She recently had a baby girl, Taryn, and we finally made it out visit!


We had a couple of friends over for dinner. It was somewhat last-minute. We were already making mac and cheese. Jehn said she wanted to join us. Michele called and said she was bored and that she would come too. She also suggested we add a bucket of KFC to the dinner table. And I guess while she was at KFC she decided we also needed coleslaw. Kristin, meanwhile, decided she had a hankering for egg rolls. And so we had a very eclectic dinner with two fabulous friends :) Can't go wrong with good food and good company.


We went to South Dakota for Easter and had a great time! It's always fun to visit. Since pictures supposedly say a thousand words, prepare for a really, really long post. Here goes:

Kristin and her mom



Gabs and Noah

Roger and Helen

Helen and Lon

Ang and Kristin

Kristin and Grandpa

Roger and Corky
(An awesome friend at Grandpa's nursing home)

Me with Mr. and Mrs. Easter Bunny

Sugar Snap Peas

We had friends over for dinner last week and I stopped at the store on my way home to pick up a few last minute things. I was surprised to see they had sugar snap peas on sale. Usually they have the snow peas but not the sugar snap. I picked up a couple of bags. When I got home I washed some for the salad and couldn’t resist trying a few.

Immediately I was taken back 20 years to my grandparents’ garden. Their garden was actually an acre located across town from where they lived. When we’d go to grandma and grandpa’s in the summer and early fall (which was at least a couple of times a year), we’d all pile into the station wagon and grandpa’s truck and drive across town. When I was little I remember thinking we were really going out into the country – in the middle of nowhere – to work in the garden. In reality, the field was within the city limits.

I remember all of us tumbling out of the car or truck and going over to the fence that surrounded the garden. Grandpa would open it up for us, and in we would go. We lived out in the middle of nowhere – amongst the dirt and bugs – but grandpa and grandma’s garden was different. The dirt smelled fresh. And even if I often complained about working in the sun (and did I complain!), I always loved going to the garden.

I don’t remember all of the things they grew in their garden, but I know there was a plentiful assortment - corn, green beans, strawberries, raspberries, and my favorite, sugar snap peas. Grandpa would have the little containers ready for us – small green pint-sized plastic containers for the raspberries and strawberries and plastic sacks for the beans or peas.

And so we would start. Usually a kid on each side of what seemed like a really, really long (endless, really) row. We would pick, we would laugh, we would fight, and we would eat. Keep one, eat one, keep one, eat one. That was our mantra until grandma would notice and tell us to stop eating all of them. So we would keep 5 or 10 and eat one until we forgot or the temptation became too great and we would go back to keep one, eat one, keep one, eat one.

While I was a big fan of the raspberries and strawberries, my favorite thing to eat was the peas. I loved opening up the bright waxy pods and finding the small green pearls inside. I remember always looking for the really fat pods – the ones with the plump peas that seem ready to burst through the pod at any moment – I loved the feel of the pods and the taste of the peas.

I remember shelling peas at grandma’s house in the kitchen or on the porch. It was boring work, but the prize at the end of grandma’s famously creamy peas and potato soup was worth the work of shelling peas. I also remember watching grandma snap the ends off of green beans. I’m sure others helped, but it’s her hands that I remember grabbing bean after bean and swiftly breaking each end off.

I don’t think about the garden much anymore. When I go home I am often lucky enough to have corn from their garden or be gifted with a pint of homemade jam (which I was raised on – it wasn’t until I was 12 or 13 that I discovered you could actually BUY jam in a store). But it was those peas in a supermarket in Saint Paul, Minnesota, that took me back to the days of grandpa and grandma’s garden in Pocatello, Idaho.