tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40122369918243793692012-01-29T14:11:01.896-07:00I have ambitions and dreams. . .but luckily none of them involve killing royalty and setting myself up as queen. I don't plan on going crazy either. But that one might be more likely. Oh and I do occasionally mumble about "damn spots", but fortunately they are only regarding the incessant laundry.Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.comBlogger2991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-6409360108082152542012-01-28T14:33:00.000-07:002012-01-28T14:33:18.168-07:00

I like five. I like five on Genevieve and I like it on all those other little munchkins. Five year olds still say it like it is. They are who they are and they make no apologies for it and are rarely self conscious.  I could learn a lot from a five year old. They still believe in magic, Santa and the Tooth Fairy. But I think my favorite part about a fiver, is the funny things that make it from

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-54352891464997852152012-01-23T18:13:00.000-07:002012-01-23T18:13:57.676-07:00

My silence is being broken. We've had some computer tragedy in the last little while. The desktop appeared DOA and before we left for Christmas, I sadly spilled water on my laptop keyboard (poor, poor Bertha). Having no return button and a possessed keyboard that capitalizes and then uncapitalizes after every tap of the space bar,  sort of kills the pleasure of plunking away. In fact, I've turned

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-25600414463084638012011-12-10T15:08:00.000-07:002011-12-10T15:08:24.680-07:00

Before After The day after I touched down in Utah, I herded myself over to Shep's for my shearing. I couldn't let the guys have all the fun with shaving their heads. I couldn't quite bring myself to that level of bravery, but believe me, I was terrified enough with the prospect of having boy short hair. I wish I could lend some additional support to my Aunt, Grandma and Chris, but I hope

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-9693737509675707962011-11-29T08:55:00.000-07:002011-11-29T08:55:04.386-07:00

We have some pretty great friends from high school and even scattered across the country we manage to keep in touch. Our friend Chris has been diagnosed with Hodgkin Lymphoma. My Aunt and Grandma both have breast cancer. So Russ decided to join with a bunch of our friends on Friday and shave his head in support of those close to us who are going through chemo and cancer. It was a very powerful

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-70945355441365477652011-11-25T09:39:00.000-07:002011-11-25T09:39:05.844-07:00

      Our family had the best time driving down to visit Marilyn and her family in Georgia. We first met up at the Cabbage Patch Headquarters. The girls loved wandering around and looking at the myriads of dolls and watching the birthing of a new cabbage patch doll. The grown-ups found the birthing and some of the dolls disturbing and the whole thing was a little hokey, but that made it all the

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-91259143070528067612011-11-21T15:53:00.000-07:002011-11-21T15:53:37.379-07:00

a boy! We have no idea what to do with one of those, but we are so excited to fumble, I mean, figure that out. And I hope he looks just like this. . . and acts just like him.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-69680358401533126932011-11-17T09:09:00.000-07:002011-11-17T09:09:29.181-07:00

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-41037224817712209822011-11-16T13:31:00.001-07:002011-11-16T13:32:29.573-07:00

Charleston, SC Magic Kingdom Animal Kingdom and MGM Epcot Magic Kingdom Savannah, GA

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-83082771204975428562011-11-09T17:52:00.000-07:002011-11-09T17:52:43.734-07:00

The sickness has left my body. And let me tell you, this peasant is rejoicing. I'm still tired as an infant, but it's loads better than puking and moaning and total couch dwelling. This is enabling me to actually want to move past a five foot radius from something reclinable. One such glorious day we headed to the river for some walking and water playing. It was so beautiful, but I missed Luna.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-28906532920368860282011-11-09T17:26:00.000-07:002011-11-09T17:26:30.523-07:00

Whew. So between computer severe computer malfunctions, vacation and pregnancy, this blog has been suffering and I'm sure so have you. HA HA. So around a month ago we had what I would consider a southern Saturday. We picked us some cotton, reveled in the good old days of the confederacy while a canon was fired. Genevieve even signed up to join the confederate army. The South has already corrupted

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-67670449398220354432011-10-10T11:01:00.000-06:002011-10-10T11:01:40.100-06:00

I like animals. I like bugs. I'm even so crazy as to refuse to kill them when I find them in the house. Instead, they get the royal treatment of a carriage ride via a cup and paper, back to the great outdoors. I love North Carolina. It's beautiful here. I love living in a forest and the variety of birds that sing outside everyday. I love how fall is truly fall. I get to enjoy nice full months of

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-92211023427145008672011-09-28T14:14:00.000-06:002011-09-28T14:14:59.070-06:00

The cute kid, causing all the problems. Yesterday was a knock-down drag-out fight with "pregnancy sickness". While trying to literally throw Genevieve's sandwich into a bag, I was desperately fighting the urge to puke. I hate throwing up. I avoid it at all costs and I'm pretty good at mind-controlling my way out of the actual throwing up bit. I do not ascribe to the whole "I feel better after I

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-62351691815853158572011-09-26T08:45:00.000-06:002011-09-26T08:45:08.117-06:00

I'm not going to lie, our house needs some serious help. There is a lot of clutter and a lot of toys scattered all over the place. Yeah this pregnancy is kicking my trash. It's winning and the house is also winning. Soon the house's goal of having chaos rein will be complete. I get sad because then I don't really want people to come over, because I know I can't make it presentable, but then I

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-87776105957204076192011-09-15T09:13:00.000-06:002011-09-15T09:13:05.166-06:00

So it's official. All of the throwing up, feeling like a want to die, being excessively tired is actually not for naught. There is a baby in there. The supreme, all-knowing wheel has deemed the due date to be April 5th, however the magical wand of the ultrasound believes that I am a week behind that. Who knows who will win?! Oh the excitement. I have been so much more sick with this pregnancy.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-45136925961864502322011-09-12T11:53:00.000-06:002011-09-12T11:53:21.270-06:00

First Day (Part day) I'm still reeling from having a child old enough to be gone seven hours of the day. Genevieve did preschool last year, but I'm still weirded out from having her gone for a good portion of the day. Genevieve has always been an extremely clingy child since the very beginning, so we've been attached at the hip for five, seemingly long years. I wasn't sad when she stepped on

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-60668466048287048072011-08-24T18:11:00.000-06:002011-08-24T18:11:45.355-06:00

So I have a pretty amazing mom and my kids have a pretty cool Grams. My mom just watched my kids for a week while Russ and I got to hang out in Maui. The girls were absolutely spoiled and did the coolest projects, parties and activities that I'm pretty sure they'll be sad when it's back to the non-Martha Stewart days at our place. I wonder if they'll be asking when we are leaving again. :)

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-84747289121456657602011-08-11T22:08:00.000-06:002011-08-11T22:08:54.453-06:00

Last week I headed up to Stanford to try and get tickets for a match between Serena and Sharapova. Unfortunately it was all sold out and there weren't even any scalper tickets out there, but I had an awesome time taking in the atmosphere and standing behind the 49er Cheerleaders as ESPN covered the pregame talk between Mary Jo and Patrick McEnroe. I provided a hilarious contrast in my huge floppy

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-9002626436079624002011-08-05T12:37:00.000-06:002011-08-05T12:37:53.871-06:00

Wasn't sticking everything in your mouth a stage that was supposed to end in infancy? Well Genevieve is shockingly holding strong to placing all sort of vile things in her mouth. This behavior is surprising not only because of her age, but because she is typically a clean freak. Just yesterday I caught her running her finger along the filthy car, trailing a clean streak the length of the door,

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-72833713789760301562011-07-27T22:49:00.001-06:002011-07-27T22:59:15.944-06:00

I've got a lot to learn. This is made evident in a lot of ways. Occasionally, but painfully, it involves me being publicly humiliated. Sometimes it's from the grief my children give me or the wise, surprising things that come from their mouths, but most of the time it's because I find myself lacking against someone else. Comparing yourself is complete foolishness. And I find myself delving into

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-50048378119853195712011-07-20T14:52:00.001-06:002011-07-20T14:58:50.180-06:00

A dream day has to be when you can be both in a gorgeous forest with Redwoods towering stories above you and then lying on the beach listening to the waves. Again, that's why this place costs so freakin' much to live here. I'm serious. . .try $865,900 for a 1,000 sq. foot home, bitty yard, 1956 boxy starter home. No joke. But I think this is what you must be paying for. . . Add caption

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-50866017870128867642011-07-20T14:32:00.000-06:002011-07-20T14:32:36.057-06:00

Lest that you worry I'm languishing away in a dank, dark hotel room, we do get out. The Bay Area may not be cheap to live in, but man oh man does it have fabulous weather and a myriad of fabulous things to do. Natural Bridges Beach It was freezing!-The water and the air. The rest of the ward came sans swimsuits and bundled up in sweatshirts. Yeah we aren't from around here. The girls

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-2325145670278454812011-07-20T14:03:00.000-06:002011-07-20T14:03:45.019-06:00

Maid service, free breakfast and dinner four nights, a swimming pool and two tvs bigger than the one we have back at home sounds dreamy right? Well I think it probably is, when you are on vacation for a few days, but living in a hotel isn't as magical as you might think. We're all clawing at the walls with green hair and dry skin. When I told Russ I was actually tired of swimming he almost

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-30614705768441107602011-07-17T20:59:00.000-06:002011-07-17T20:59:45.734-06:00

A few weeks ago, the day before we were to leave for Independence Day festivities in Utah, we made an unexpected visit to the ER. The end result of a miserable seven hours, was a miscarriage. I know this isn't something one would normally talk about on a blog, but I find that writing is cathartic for me and I'm hoping that by sharing my thoughts and feelings, someone else will find comfort and

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-71870557681520521722011-06-27T11:27:00.001-06:002011-07-20T13:59:56.345-06:00

Before we left Utah Genevieve joined her aunts in getting her ears pierced. I thought we'd wait until Gen was a bit older and knew what she wanted for sure, but knowing Gen and her love for all things beautiful and fashionable, I have no doubt that she is going to be forever happy that she got her ears pierced. She had expressed her desire to get her ears pierced over a year ago, but after we

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-76051349466509937722011-06-22T23:10:00.000-06:002011-06-22T23:10:31.140-06:00

is a really bad thing. I'm a beast without my sleep and I guess my children have inherited this charming quality. Hannah seems to be suffering from it most, of late. She thinks she's beyond the nap and I very emphatically disagree. Some days I have the strength and desperation to make the nap happen and other days it's not a battle I want to fight. Remember how I said the drive out here was good?

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-33589165999702472582011-06-21T14:52:00.000-06:002011-06-21T14:52:50.831-06:00

We finished up Russ' first year at MBA school, I spent a week after the beach house being sick and we checked off some more things to do in N. Carolina before we leave. Then we headed off to Utah. We were both there a week and I was there for two, but it seemed so much shorter. I'm so happy I got to spend so much time with friends and family, just not quite enough. Then Carly and I embarked on

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-87569102756961127872011-06-14T22:06:00.000-06:002011-06-14T22:06:44.193-06:00

Yesterday didn't start well, but I found my forty-five minutes of heaven in the afternoon. Ikea, you have truly won my heart. You definitely had captured it with your nifty looking, bargain furniture and gadgets. I loved having a bib provided for me and feeling like you actually wanted my rug-rats whirling through your displays of 500 sq. ft. But yesterday you proved to give me the one thing I

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-73202634402927213352011-06-13T12:14:00.000-06:002011-06-13T12:14:26.008-06:00

I had an amazing childhood. But who wouldn't when you have Martha Stewart, I mean Karen Stewart, for your mom. I'm pretty sure that crafty gene flowed straight through Aunt Martha into my mother. Unfortunately, I'm sorry to report that it didn't find it's way to me. Genevieve, was however very fortunate to arrive to Grams and Popa's house the eve before her birthday. She had her dream fifth

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-40047276934342713162011-05-17T10:10:00.000-06:002011-05-17T10:10:55.805-06:00

I made my dress! I think needing to sleep more than twelve hours a day, might have something to do with that. On that front, I think the doctor's and I have finally found the cure. I'm finally not so freaking tired! And I thought I'd never say it, but I'm tired of sleep and my bed. Oh yeah and the fabric wrinkles something fierce.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-39169112116118504992011-05-15T18:04:00.000-06:002011-05-15T18:04:58.905-06:00

For a long time I've really wanted to do a beach trip with friends and this past week my wish was granted. The weather was perfect, the company was awesome and the kids were well entertained.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-2552094776312410112011-05-08T11:46:00.000-06:002011-05-08T11:46:21.109-06:00

Yeah, my kids are those kids. You know, the ones the whole audience is laughing at and not necessarily for a "good" reason. Last year it was Gen in the fetal position for most of the dress rehearsal of her dance concert and this year it was Hannah standing stock still for half of the number and then turning her back on the audience in apparent defiance for most of the rest of the song. Awesome.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-16614176597976516572011-05-04T18:58:00.000-06:002011-05-04T18:58:17.423-06:00

We've reached that stage. You know, the one where you hold your breath and inwardly cross your fingers as you watch your child spill a lot of personal information about your home life. There have been a few good ones in the last little while. Russ has secured an internship in San Jose, CA for the summer, so we happily will not be living on a park bench like I so feared. But with that happy news

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-66943589118661654362011-04-29T14:02:00.000-06:002011-04-29T14:02:16.724-06:00

I was excited for the broadcast of The Royal Wedding from an Entertainment perspective, but surprisingly it did a lot for me beyond that. I know that there has been some criticism over the excessive amount of coverage and attention paid to something viewed not as important as war, politics or tragedy, but I beg to differ. In a time when the world is topsy-turvey with all sorts of devastation and

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-82690548648371271272011-04-27T19:27:00.000-06:002011-04-27T19:27:03.536-06:00

Yes. Those eyes are penned in red. I know. I couldn't believe it either. I promise, my child has not been reading or watching Twilight and I'm pretty sure she hasn't crept down the stairs and watched my ashamedly new fave, Vampire Diaries. It's good I tell you and Stephan kicks Edwards creepy, Emo butt (as per the movies, not the book). But I digress. So I was wondering in shock, how my four year

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-73167017172680161362011-04-25T19:45:00.000-06:002011-04-25T19:45:29.194-06:00

I'm sure some of you just inwardly shook your heads at my very unpopular and seemingly bad mom comment. If you decide to un-friend me on Facebook I'll understand. But I know there are plenty out there silently screaming "Amen sister!" I feel like I've had a lot of friends lately going through Hell and back trying to breast feed their babies. Between infections, pumping when your not feeding and

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-56567161542628844052011-04-24T19:10:00.000-06:002011-04-24T19:10:22.733-06:00

We had the best time hanging out with Nicole and her girls. Nicole and I met the first night to enjoy a night at the MET sans girl-children. We had a fantastic night eating and scouring the galleries. Nicole knew where everything was and we saw so much in a short period of time ( I did a terrible job when Russ, the girls and I headed back). We also met the next day at the Life and Science

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-20033982811291971612011-04-24T18:58:00.000-06:002011-04-24T18:58:39.457-06:00

We went to a lot of parks No Trump at the Towers You're Fired! FAO Swartz Barbie Foosball Table The Yummiest Waffles Outside the Motherland! Heaven in a Jar-Spekeloos Waffle, Belgian Chocolate Sauce, Ice Cream Subway-Seriously their FAVORITE thing! Life and Science Museum Giant Clam My Pearls (Oh the cheeziness) Fierce T-Rex Impression More Fierceness

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-22599355469034899562011-04-24T18:40:00.000-06:002011-04-24T18:40:02.598-06:00

 I think one of the greatest joys in life is friends. And I tell you, there is nothing better than having the same friend throughout childhood, adolescence, college, marriage, kids, moving and beyond. On our way up to New York for an LDS MBA conference, I got to see Sarah in her Philly. Sarah and I have been friends since Kindergarten. I still sometimes see her in my mind as the cute little Welsh

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-15851096649086785962011-04-15T13:28:00.000-06:002011-04-15T13:28:50.463-06:00

Finally sleeping on our trip to New York Oh Hamlet, I love you. Sleep has been the word of the season around these parts. Between my constant tiredness, or as the doctors have labeled it, hypersomnia, and our children turning from our sweet sleepers to pure evil insomniacs, Russ and I are hoping for some respite from this madness. I think Gen and Hannah are in cahoots together. I hear them

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-70782171186997521522011-04-13T19:24:00.000-06:002011-04-13T19:24:16.834-06:00

This little girl was amazing. She had been working, really working, for three hours and was still filling up cups when we got there. I've come to learn that I can't watch the news, because it just makes me anxious and sad. I do however, listen to NPR and I was so sad to hear about the earthquake in Japan. But once I heard about it, I didn't want to see or hear anything else. So when Gen brought

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-6945481766410184202011-03-31T19:06:00.000-06:002011-03-31T19:06:57.327-06:00

 Allie came to visit and she was nice enough to plan that visit for part of the time that Russ was off in Brazil. We had a lot of fun going to the zoo, dollar movies, sluicing for gems, perusing our life and science museum and eating a lot of good food. I loved having the company and knowing that she was down the hall, like the good old days. I hope she had a good time too between a bunch

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-7301537699588623942011-03-31T18:06:00.000-06:002011-03-31T18:06:21.287-06:00

In my almost five years of parenting I like to think I've learned a few things, both in regards to parenting in general and my kids individually. And I have learned a few things, problem is, there are many things to learn and my brain seems to keep losing power. Such was the case the day before St. Patrick's day. I had been thinking about Gen heading to preschool the next day and I was wondering

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-26626977928016844842011-03-02T14:56:00.000-07:002011-03-02T14:56:11.358-07:00

Maybe it's because I worked at the Bean Museum for my entire BYU education, or because it was the museum of choice for my entire childhood, but I think the Durham Museum of Life and Science is the coolest museum ever. I mean if the Bean is awesome, this one is leaps and bounds above that. Genevieve's favorite room is the butterfly garden. I have mixed feelings. When we were at the museum in the

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-50494208225602206342011-02-28T13:55:00.001-07:002011-02-28T14:09:43.763-07:00

We finally made it to a Duke Men's basketball game! Behold our glorious seats. We are now official Cameron Crazies!! The Team Warming Up

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-57060935273205229632011-02-25T09:11:00.000-07:002011-02-25T09:11:21.039-07:00

At first it looked like a crime scene, tape wrapped around a large square in our front lawn. Now our front lawn is displaying a ten foot deep hole, six feet in diameter. At one point said hole was filled to the brim with water. Welcome to the mighty Lake Macbeth. The city people have found our leak and they also found an electrical line with their shovel. Consequently, Duke Energy has also graced

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-52034543206707763232011-02-23T20:37:00.000-07:002011-02-23T20:37:14.674-07:00

I'm spoiled, I'll admit it. I've got one stinkin' good husband, which makes this MBA thing extra hard sometimes. Until this year, Russ was rarely gone when it came to putting the kids to bed. I think it's my least favorite task, not because it's particularly difficult, but because it's that last hurtle until I can relax and we've all had it, when bedtime rolls around. But I must admit I'm forced

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-26540557679350234432011-02-19T19:40:00.000-07:002011-02-19T19:40:52.081-07:00

When I took this picture with my phone it was 6:30 and 67 degrees. Yesterday it was in the high 70s. Spring has arrived in February. I love you North Carolina. This is how Spring is supposed to be-more than two weeks!! Try not to be too jealous. Oh and all you poor Utah people-We have a VERY nice guest room that is absolutely calling your name.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-8090857918938836512011-02-18T09:12:00.000-07:002011-02-18T09:12:09.508-07:00

Fearless Luna made her first kill to protect her family two nights ago. A little snake was the sorry victim. Luna was very proud of her conquest and loved throwing it up in the air and catching it in front of me. Somewhere in her display, it's dead little body was lost in the grass and so I couldn't dispose of him. An hour or so later Russ came in from outside announcing that Hannah had found it

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-91749445507744063562011-02-14T12:12:00.000-07:002011-02-14T12:12:48.414-07:00

In the middle of January Gen completed her gymnastics class with a "Big Show". I'm beginning to like these performances about as much as Gen. The sheer amount of squirming I do and the awkwardness that exists as my child is the only one in the fetal position, refusing to perform, really stinks. I absolutely hate watching her teachers try to get her to move or do something--it's incredibly

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-46097899028851415092011-02-10T12:52:00.000-07:002011-02-10T12:52:46.929-07:00

Gen and Jack Dress Up On Their Natural Science Museum Field Trip   Gen is once again enrolled in preschool. I think we're both loving it. She's so happy getting that mind of hers running and I love that she's so happy. Hannah and I miss her at home, but wow is one kid easier than two. And I hate to say it, but Hannah is a MUCH easier child than Gen. I love getting to know Hannah all on her own

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-14237183774333598052011-02-09T19:31:00.000-07:002011-02-09T19:31:21.448-07:00

Gen and Hannah Zonked, Post Disneyland I can't decide these days whether sleep is my enemy or best friend, all I know is that no matter how much sleep I get, I am ALWAYS so dang tired! No I'm not pregnant and we've been going through the list of some other likely culprits, but as of yet we haven't found a solution. I'm really hoping to find one soon, so I can be normal again. This has been

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-14633998295151142252011-02-05T13:55:00.001-07:002011-02-05T13:56:11.148-07:00

Genevieve recaps a potty secret. I seriously don't know where she gets some of this stuff.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-37924581591295072342011-02-04T12:28:00.000-07:002011-02-04T12:28:31.135-07:00

I laughed for fifteen minutes straight. If you need a pick me up, head on over to the toy store in the Riverwoods. Cheap entertainment at its best.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-87680425495280488322011-02-02T19:26:00.000-07:002011-02-02T19:26:18.665-07:00

. . .at least one of us is prepared.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-18545249836297037082011-01-26T19:55:00.000-07:002011-01-26T19:55:43.133-07:00

Gen's latest love is hot chocolate. She asks for it constantly. Yesterday she wanted some for lunch. I told her no, because she had already had some for breakfast (she has a nice Dad). "Mom how did you know I had some for breakfast?", she asks with squinted eyes.  "I saw your empty cup." Without a pause she adds "I better clean those up faster next time huh." What am I going to do when she

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-81746234386545243402011-01-20T19:51:00.000-07:002011-01-20T19:51:57.170-07:00

I'm not going to lie, a month visit in Provo with the fam, was incredibly awesome. We saw so many friends and family, ate at some pretty sweet spots we had been missing and saw Russ for more than 15 minutes a day. Although Russ did join us a week later and had to make a school trip out to Silicon Valley we saw him a lot and we ALL liked it! We even made a trip out to good old Disneyland. It was a

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-80738639476082440672011-01-17T12:04:00.000-07:002011-01-17T12:04:57.325-07:00

This is what Durham, NC looks like when they cancel school, work, everything! I kid you not-fast food was even closed and Costco looked like a graveyard. In all my days, school in Utah was NEVER closed for snow. Even when the bus crashed into a fence and a runner at the bottom of the hill, we were expected to forge ahead and get there. So when there is blue sky, a slight covering of snow/ice and

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-51913028414234852012010-12-13T21:58:00.000-07:002010-12-13T21:58:50.237-07:00

is pretty dang good in a rocking chair.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-75985783589904781652010-12-13T21:56:00.000-07:002010-12-13T21:56:38.195-07:00

I wore a BYU T-shirt underneath my Duke, zip up hoodie, in the hopes of supporting both teams.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-67867472441648591182010-12-13T21:53:00.000-07:002010-12-13T21:53:41.599-07:00

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-3578493895844948742010-12-13T20:25:00.000-07:002010-12-13T20:25:11.363-07:00

Saturday reminded me of three things I've really missed. . .Costco's uncooked flour tortillas, an amazing $12.50 hour long massage and my family. Hannah and Gen have already been spoiled rotten. A trip to Cabella's with Grams and Popa and making pink popcorn with Popa. Their in heaven and I'm right along there with them. Now if only Russ would get here.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-60153771854107509642010-12-13T20:18:00.000-07:002010-12-13T20:18:47.486-07:00

The Schindler's were nice enough to have us up to DC to their house this Thanksgiving. We had a wonderful time eating a delicious Thanksgiving dinner, eating with the missionaries, chatting, going to see Harry Potter and watching movies. The girls also loved Ruby and her sleeping over companion Princess. They were cute little dogs. Our last day we had a great time playing Rock Band.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-56036017308503659022010-12-13T20:14:00.000-07:002010-12-13T20:14:50.959-07:00

He visited us again this year even though Gen didn't want to put out her shoes. Here they are opening their present.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-83579588525683577532010-12-13T20:12:00.000-07:002010-12-13T20:12:23.793-07:00

One of the best parts of MBA school for me is this awesome club. I love getting together with these people and the Christmas party was no exception.  Kids Waiting for Santa Making Gingerbread Houses Genevieve and Hannah are only fans of Santa from a safe distance. They wanted nothing to do with sitting on his lap, but were hapy to converse with him at arms length.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-74279435513063585472010-12-06T13:29:00.000-07:002010-12-06T13:29:20.608-07:00

Hannah, a few days ago, was so mad she peed on me, on purpose. Yeah, I know, you only wish your kid was so smart and so cool.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-53748705052095266082010-11-18T11:37:00.002-07:002010-11-18T11:41:26.285-07:00

In the last 24 hours. . . *I have swept up, mopped up and agonized over a glass cup. *Put Hannah in the corner five times in thirty minutes, while making dinner, for things such as biting Gen's belly, hitting Gen on the head with a tennis racket and pulling hair.  *Scraped the side of the van on our stupid garage. *Cleaned up after a poop accident. *Fought to get anyone into their clothes.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-46079584904249395932010-11-16T18:33:00.000-07:002010-11-16T18:33:59.720-07:00

I know everyone thinks the library is a magical place to take their children. I think it's magically horrific. Tonight, I thought maybe it would be different. As I was looking to see if I had anything on hold and glanced over to actually see my children sitting looking at books and not ripping them off the shelves or running and screaming down the aisles. I thought, wow, maybe they're turning a

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-16560713379132361602010-11-15T11:24:00.000-07:002010-11-15T11:24:41.690-07:00

I'd like to say that this butchering was done by someone at Great Clips or the like, but unfortunately it was there own, untalented mother. In my defense, there was a lot of squirming, but really, who does that kind of a job twice? I guess this sort of thing should be left to the professionals even if we are students. Anyone know how to make them grow really fast?

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-65112410895525360912010-11-01T14:51:00.001-06:002010-11-01T14:53:34.801-06:00

We painted, we ate a whole lot of fried food at the State Fair, went to the Museum of Life and Science, Uncle Kim visited, had photo ops and I lost all the pictures of the State Fair, the Museum and neglected to get any pictures of Kim while he was here. I'm sick. I hate loosing things, but pictures and the like, hurt the worst. Just picture Russ in complete bliss sampling a Krispy Kreme

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-68562484045574026612010-11-01T13:38:00.001-06:002010-11-01T13:39:26.487-06:00

We had such a great Halloween Weekend. The girls loved all of the parties, trunk-or-treating and Russ and I went to an awesome Halloween party. I know, we got a babysitter and everything. I hope you all had a happy Halloween too!

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-66489508394182101102010-10-26T09:55:00.000-06:002010-10-26T09:55:27.497-06:00

No I haven't taken up drinking, but I'm beginning to see I'm in for another slump. Russ has been home-really home-with us and it's been heaven. He's been on break and I've been absolutely giddy with being able to see my husband for more than a mumbled goodnight. We actually sat on the couch and watched a movie together. Which between applying for schools and actually being in school,  that simple

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-2953240293769743952010-10-23T21:11:00.000-06:002010-10-23T21:11:49.355-06:00

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-46619248823970108282010-10-18T13:18:00.000-06:002010-10-18T13:18:23.500-06:00

My least favorite moment is right after a vacation or holiday and now I can add a new one--the day after your family goes home. I thought I was doing pretty well out here and now, today, I'm in a funk. Hannah is awake from her nap and I can hear her talking to herself in the next room, but I have no motivation to move my slumping self a few steps and pick her up. I really didn't want to get out

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-72702388186345062732010-10-08T12:58:00.000-06:002010-10-08T12:58:03.563-06:00

Last Friday we headed to The Marbles Children's Museum in Raleigh with some of the other Fuqua Families. The girls loved the place, but were attached to me the entire time. I had to go everywhere with them holding onto me, which is weird when that happens because usually they run off and I have a hard time keeping track of them. I have no idea why they freak out and act all shy sometimes. I

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-47318607084872172952010-10-06T11:46:00.000-06:002010-10-06T11:46:26.500-06:00

To be honest I don't really know what to say about the TV watching deal. I guess most of us wish our kids watched less than they did. So maybe feeling like we should do better than we are helps us make sure they don't watch a crazy amount of TV, but I think we need to be kind to ourselves and not stress overly much. Really not with just TV, but with everything. I think most of us are doing the

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-62712230207564800522010-10-05T20:11:00.000-06:002010-10-05T20:11:18.138-06:00

MBA school can be a funny little thing, especially when you realize that getting married and having kids has made you kind of lame. The sort of things that would have been awesome, now seem sort of ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy we're here and we're getting to do some of these wild things, but call me crazy, sometimes I just want my husband to come home after he's been gone all week.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-63068531139867520902010-10-03T13:02:00.000-06:002010-10-03T13:02:14.603-06:00

Only one of my models could be persuaded for a picture op. I guess Genevieve's trailer didn't have the right kind of swag. But I think Hannah looks darling in this Butterick 4910 pattern and flannel print I found at Joann's. Just don't look too closely at the actual stitching. In fact on the jammies first foray, the first question was if I had made them, but really I do think I just keep getting

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-85493342902156947272010-09-30T11:35:00.000-06:002010-09-30T11:35:27.724-06:00

I really like sewing. I could get lost in the fabric store for hours. Hancock Fabric on Center St. in Orem used to take me captive for hours. Children and fabric stores is like an elephant in a glass house. I would not recommend it, but I digress. Even though I love sewing I wouldn't say I'm not very good at it. It never looks perfect and I always mess up, but I still love it. Except that

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-7010428600713548572010-09-26T15:34:00.000-06:002010-09-26T15:34:08.591-06:00

Rain in Kansas, not Durham   In The Rain-E. E. Cummings in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy city which is your face your little cheeks the streets of smiles your eyes half- thrush half-angel and your drowsy lips where float flowers of kiss and there is the sweet shy pirouette your hair and then your dancesong soul. rarely-beloved a single

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-24410693715217800192010-09-24T12:03:00.002-06:002010-09-25T08:37:29.517-06:00

Some couples may send each other cute little bears and roses, we mostly shower each other with unique displays of our love. Sure there are the usual, normal love letters, but to spice things up we'll leave each other things like this. Russ has been crazy busy with Fuqua and whatever he does there. Seriously, we used to talk about every detail of our lives and lately he is so busy, he often comes

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-44156339104656801442010-09-24T11:29:00.000-06:002010-09-24T11:29:58.378-06:00

Who knew that a minuscule, black bug that doesn't sting or bite could be so annoying? I'm not even sure if they are fruit flies because they seem to like our plants mainly and I swear they are killing my poor plants. But then again, I do have a black thumb, but that's another story. So I had a lovely friend suggest making a charming concoction of vinegar, fruit juice and dish soap to rid

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-3660421249071461982010-09-22T19:10:00.000-06:002010-09-22T19:10:39.168-06:00

Ok I'll be totally honest, my kids watch too much TV for my liking, but I'm really struggling with how to get away from that. I don't know what your kids are like, but mine will not leave me alone if the TV isn't on. So it seems that if I am going to clean the house or do anything besides entertain, the TV has got to be on. Now I know of all kinds of cool things and activities I can do with my

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-91671306823219746892010-09-21T19:54:00.000-06:002010-09-21T19:54:37.459-06:00

Tonight we had some friends over to play and eat and in all of the commotion, while trying to talk, Genevieve is going crazy jumping up and down and jumped into my now very, very fat lip. I want to cry. I look like I've been in some crazy fight and I'm wondering if I can go out in public like this. Will people think I've been beaten? Will they dig my new baby lisp? Icing your fat lip seems to do

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-9570732279886393912010-09-19T21:00:00.001-06:002010-09-20T12:29:37.453-06:00

It's bad when your kid cuts her hair, but it's kind of worse when who knows how many days have passed and you're staring at your child (which I do all the time. Is that weird?) and you start to wonder, "Did she cut her hair?" and you sit there for awhile and you can't be sure. And so you ask said child if she cut her hair and after skirting the issue as you thought only a teenager could do, you

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-44307530749778978412010-09-17T11:58:00.001-06:002010-09-17T12:05:49.739-06:00

  The Beach was lovely and a good way to spend a day when Russ was going to be gone ALL DAY LONG! I was even brave/crazy and I took the girls out swimming. They were begging to go out and I was begging inwardly. It worked, but it would have been much easier having Russ there. The water was warmer and prettier than California water which was a happy change, but I love any beach anywhere, so

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-23488896908690828902010-09-15T18:32:00.000-06:002010-09-15T18:32:27.474-06:00

Going on a walk seems like a good idea, right? Especially on a Sunday afternoon when you are far from family and the usual family visits. But it's mostly a mixed bag when you throw two very opinionated girls into that walk. We first tried a trail in the Duke forest which was beautiful and smelled divine. Gen didn't want to be in the stroller and then she did, because she was getting sand in her

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-29236576544880770412010-09-10T19:35:00.000-06:002010-09-10T19:35:03.263-06:00

As I was putting Genevieve to bed a few nights ago, she put on her serious face and in a very motherly tone told me the following three things: "Mom, when you go to bed you need to wash your make-up off. Make sure you do that, ok? When dad comes home, you need to tell him that you put Hannah and I into bed and that we are asleep. And give him and hug and a kiss from me." Sometimes she's way too

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-12121785128374444792010-09-08T19:09:00.000-06:002010-09-08T19:09:53.766-06:00

See this man up here? That's good. At least someone is, because I'm not seeing a whole lot of him myself lately. I knew this was probably going to be how this first year was going to go, but knowing and doing are sadly different. The worst part is that his schedule changes constantly and at the last minute, so I never know what to expect. Hold dinner, hold bed time, who knows?! You're coming home

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-38341552397625549722010-09-07T13:21:00.000-06:002010-09-07T13:21:26.630-06:00

I LOVE our ward! It's full of intelligent, happy, friendly people who find themselves in a similar place (husband-less, poor as poor and our hands full of active little people). This lends itself to a plethora of possible friends for me and the girls. Ah lovely. They also have a wonderful amount of things to keep us hanging out while we go without. One such day is playgroup day. Here is a picture

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-69794411158183099932010-09-06T19:33:00.000-06:002010-09-06T19:33:50.481-06:00

We have joyfully been trying out all sorts of eating options in Durham. Some have been amazing and some, not so much. Surprisingly some of the best food we've had so far, has been some really authentic delicious Mexican food. We went to one such place Saturday night. However, I think we'll be sticking to our closer "cow on the roof trailer" Mexican joint. This other place was in the ghetto of

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-64882382711801181152010-09-05T19:09:00.001-06:002010-09-05T19:10:35.059-06:00

I think that swimming is the most wonderful thing in the world and unfortunately me, in a swimsuit, is the only drawback. Have you ever been night swimming? Have you been swimming at night, in the ocean? Have you been skinny dipping in a lake? If you haven't you are missing out on one of this world's greatest joys. But really this post is about what we've been up to lately. My mom has been

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-13338636263788852092010-09-03T12:17:00.000-06:002010-09-03T12:17:59.659-06:00

One of the first things we noticed the night we arrived in Durham were the cicadas. They can be SO loud sometimes and they will often resemble an electrical hum that makes you look around to see if there is a dilapidated power line sparking somewhere. When we were doing the first explore of the house, the girls of course, spotted the swing set in the backyard and wanted to head out. Our initial

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-26389160505996208242010-08-26T07:14:00.000-06:002010-08-26T07:14:33.312-06:00

Last night I took my first foray into the knitting world and I think I'm in love. I enjoy anything that involves being somewhat productive while kicking back and chatting. Thanks Kathy and Ashley, it was a fun night. Right now the knitting is only a few rows long, but as of yet it's a row and not a jumbled mess. I'd call that success.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-87324596871902772362010-08-19T20:32:00.000-06:002010-08-19T20:32:23.687-06:00

This is Barbara. When Gen was asked why she named her Barbara I was expecting maybe it was the long version of Barbe, but no, it is because that's what Bat Girl's name is. And that in essence is Gen and I love it. On one hand she can't get enough of fashion (seriously she was telling me how fashion is everything. Don't worry we had a LONG talk about that one.) and then on the other hand she

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-22349039403592407882010-08-12T21:26:00.000-06:002010-08-12T21:26:01.213-06:00

Kansas Storm 80's Night! Aren't we Hot?! Well we actually did make it to North Carolina. I know. I know you thought I had fallen in to a black pit somewhere and you were bawling your eyes out, but no, I have just been without internet and your modern day essentials for awhile and I'm consumed by the rubbish that I'm currently living with/under/on top of. Moving was nothing when the

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-51492409774037924572010-07-13T21:33:00.000-06:002010-07-13T21:33:02.784-06:00

Ah Dutchies. How could you loose to those Spaniards?! A disappointing loss, but it was so much fun watching all the games! I'm at a loss now that it's all over. I can't wait for the US Open. Federer needs to stage a major comback!

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-4798531508957212252010-07-02T09:05:00.000-06:002010-07-02T09:05:58.886-06:00

I'm absolutely jittery with all of the adrenaline surging through my shaky body. The Dutch are playing the Brazilians today and I want the Dutch to smear them. But with Brazil ranked number one, it's going to be tough. Even Hannah is getting in on the action. So everyone send your mighty orange vibes South Africa's way--You know you want the dutch to win.

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-42462411846284235152010-06-26T13:23:00.000-06:002010-06-26T13:23:59.193-06:00

I decided today, as I corralled the kiddies into their clothes and shoes, out the door, into the car and into the car seat and then did it all over again two more times (minus the clothes) that I am a full on cowgirl myself, and man is it hard work! These cute little animals have got to be harder than the meanest bull. So to all of you moms out there. . .you are awesome and oh so tough!

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-79514094700974541262010-06-21T10:36:00.000-06:002010-06-21T10:36:46.773-06:00

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012236991824379369.post-47909484755108330602010-06-20T13:42:00.000-06:002010-06-20T13:42:56.999-06:00

Growing up I used to imagine what my children would be like. And somehow in that thought process they always had the personality and characteristics I wanted them to have. I even mistakenly thought that I could decide what my kids would be like. I thought they'd all be so social and try to interact with everyone. I thought they would jump into everything with enthusiasm. Silliness like that. If

Vharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07897882709151277440noreply@blogger.com1