but tonight she decided to call a truce and finally let me upload. and when i say finally, i mean that this footage is over a year old (and almost too shaky for me to want to even post it up). but in an effort to change my ways and actually finish something i start, here it is. if you're not a skeen or a burton, this video will likely put you to sleep. and 'utah in november part two' is scheduled to wrap production in 2017.
11.30.2012
11.12.2012
we be trippin'.
we've officially been forced entered into the "roadtrip era" of our family's history, thanks to our two ticketed-passenger, non-lap children. so we've purchased an appropriate family-sized vehicle and plan on making many memories therein. this past weekend we tried our hand at the national park thing with the kids, and it was wildly successful once we arrived safely at our destination (unsolicited advice for the readers: 1) donner pass? that place is serious business in a storm and should be avoided at all costs. there's a reason those poor pioneer souls got stuck. 2) yosemite national park is sort of magical during heavy blizzard and is best enjoyed from the comfort of a cabin and a cozy fireplace, not a crossover SUV in the middle of the night). we spent the weekend with our friends, the collets. it was bueno and worthy of a future repeat...
11.08.2012
OCD
she calls it counting "carmoles." every time she gets in nice and close for a snug, she starts grooming me like she's a mother ape looking for chiggers. she has to touch every single mole on my face, neck and chest before she's satisfied. last night, while scavenging for more carmoles, she attempted one of these
and got distracted by my chest and started tickling the baby's feet (aka my northern-most lady bits). that's where i had to break up the party.
11.07.2012
lion's mane.
iron & wine reminds me of winter in new york. when we moved into 1667 york ave apt 3N in december of '08, the previous tenants left behind a burned copy of iron & wine's "creek drank the cradle." we popped it in as we unpacked our lives into 800 square feet and put our 10 month old fox to bed every night in his bedroom with the brick wall. it became the soundtrack to falling in love with my new life and new city and new friends. i was seriously happy, and listening to that CD makes me feel like home (so thanks for leaving that behind, caitlin... do you need that CD back, BTW?).
this morning while chasing nekkid children and sort of feeling like a sorry sack, pandora spat out some iron & wine. i'd forgotten about and how much i love those songs and how much i miss feeling like "home." when will i stop talking about transition and dogs dying and blah blah blah? when will i just settle the heck down and make this feel like home? it's coming, i think; but for now iron & wine will help.
and if it doesn't help, i have potty training to distract me. girls are not easier. you are all liars.
does anyone blog anymore? did we all move to twitter? did i miss the memo? somebody better tell me, cos i still really like that gotye song, so it's obvious i'm totally clueless as to when something's been ridden till the wheels fell off.
things of note:
happy halloween, love the ninja from target and a cross between hello kitty and olivia (and i am once again recommitting to using my big camera more often)
as crafty as i got this year
and these are happening right now at my local kmart. this picture may leave you confused and uneasy, so i'll break it down for you: acid-washed, destroyed, button-fly pajama pants with a drawstring. the more i look at them the more i want to pull the trigger. friends, i need fashion courage.
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