Tuesday, October 30, 2012


*graphic print by Emily McDowell via Design Mom

But really. What am I supposed to type when the entire Eastern (I never know when to capitalize Eastern/Western/English/French/those sorts of things) seaboard is getting drowned by Frankenstorm? It sort of feels like an out of body experience since I can only watch my Instagram and FB feed for updates. Oh, and the news I guess. My closest family are in North Carolina and Pennsylvania. They're not getting hit directly, but they are feeling some pretty major effects. Hunker down family. I'm praying for you! Also I hope you have a fireplace and some coolers, for backup, with some tasty food and warm beverages. I do have several friends in NYC itself and good golly I hope they're ok. Guys, don't worry. The weather in Utah is glorious right now. I know you were deeply concerned as the floodwaters covered your streets and the power went down. All is well here, rest assured!

Here's where I segue awkwardly into the next thing I want to talk about-my house. If it's possible, I love my little house even more than the day we moved in. It's such a simple little house, but so special to me. Modest, especially by Utah standards where everything is Tuscan revival (it's a thing) and the bigger the better and 5k square feet? Why not! Paul came home tonight and talked about how busy he'd been at work all day and then at school all evening, and how he felt nothing but peace as soon as his key sunk into the lock.


It's been a long time since my family had any semblance of that. We've done too many stints in rentals, with family, without cash, and simply without in general, that I'm not sure I can convey to you the value of such a thing in my life. We're lucky. We've worked hard for it, but we're lucky and so insanely blessed. Maybe we'll grow out of this house someday, maybe we'll move this family into something bigger, something farther away. No matter where we eventually end up or if we stay forever, I have a feeling a part of my heart will always live right here. We're connected now, this house and I, this house and us. And it feels exactly like how home should.

in other news...

Someone googled "fat baby sitting in a kitchen" and landed on this blog

*drops mic

My work is done.

Stay safe out there, call me if you want some homemade granola and a cup of chai. I'm good for it.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Broke As A Joke

September was one of THOSE months. There was a little of the good mixed in with the not so good but we pushed through and then October hit hard with this:

Diagnosis: broken tibia AND fibia in the right leg
That happened Monday when The Nub was standing on one of our our tall kitchen chairs and his brother lovingly gave it a shove, causing his leg to slide out the back of chair and said tall chair to come crashing down on top of it with all his body weight. Snap, scream, boom - a twofer in the broken bone department.

It's Wednesday morning right now and we have an appointment with an orthopedic specialist who will hopefully set the bones back in place and give that leg some attention. The Nub has been 2 whole days now with no cast, and no pain medication other than ibuprofen every 6 hours. My mother heart is starting to develop a lot of feelings around my tough boy and his twice broken leg. 

Paul has been at school and working non-stop. Oh, and we had to tear up both side yards and our entire back yard after some backfill and sinkage issues. 

Step 1: remove sod you just laid a week ago

Step 2: get tractor you rented stuck because you tried to fix the damn problem yourself.
Note to self, NOPE.

Step 3: get car stuck trying to pull out the tractor that's already stuck. Ruin more sod. Cry.
Not pictured: Step 4, 5, 6, and 7- -call dad in tears to come rescue (he made it up in an hour), everyone gets unstuck.
Builder agrees to fix fill and compaction issues, yay builder!
We stay friends with builder.
Backhoe and Bobcats came yesterday with lots more dirt.

We still have to rake things out some more and lay the rest of the sod back down, but it's handled and mostly I just feel relief.

Who would the Verbies be if we didn't always do things the hard way?