Every night Tim sits down with the little girls and reads them a library book. On his last trip to the library, he picked out books that promised adventure and excitement. Something different than princesses and pink and dancers. These books have not disappointed and afterward Savannah's imagination runs wild with questions. (Ivy usually falls asleep on my chest this, the most endearing and cherished part of my day.) Last night Tim read this.
I am sure with time the little girls will show more interest in sports. I know they love playing with Tim and they are interested at least faintly in watching and asking a bit about whatever sport Tim is watching or listening to. Usually something like this. "Daddy, is that basketball or football." or Ivy just says, "That's Daddy's show." They have been watching some of the Olympics, being especially excited by the snowboarding and of course...figure skating. After the story was read, Tim got out his baseball bat and showed Savannah how to hold it and swing with it. A little tutorial about baseball followed. Then... Tim: "When the weather gets nice, we'll buy you a bat. Maybe a wooden bat like Casey played with." Savannah: "No, I want a pink one. With dancers on it. Lots of dancers, all dancing around it." Tim, looks at me: "Buzz kill."
Recently the little girls and I went on a girlie date to Sutter Creek. The scenery along the half hour drive was worth the trip alone and had my mind reeling of what I imagine is the idealistic charm of cattle ranching. Many shops in town have closed in the year since we last visited, however I was pleased to see a few favorite shops still opened.
The little girls are feeling better, unfortunately Tim is not. This last week the sun has provided us with warmth and hope. Hope for the coming Spring and more play days in the sun. We've come up for air after being pushed under by the oppressing winter. It's official: The Honey Hut has Spring Fever.
Thank you Jen and Deeds for entering the Sweet Giveaway! Since you were the ONLY readers who commented, you are both winners and therefore will each get a Feesh bag. Congratulations.
I don't know about you Readers, but I always find the contents of other people's refrigerators fascinating and sometimes inspiring. Those contents are somewhat telling about the cook/person who fills it. As I am the person that fills the refrigerator and cooks at my house, I have wondered through time what it says about me. When my life is chaotic, my refrigerator is a stinky disaster. When I have new recipes to try (i.e. when I'm feeling inspired or creative) it is a much more happy and tidy place. Right now I am excited about the contents of my refrigerator and because I rarely feel such satisfaction when I think about my own ice box, I've decided to share it with you. Wanna come over for dinner? How about breakfast? Tacos?
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Tim had the little girls to himself this last weekend. Weeks ago he voiced some activities he wanted to do with them while I was gone, things he would do if he were ultimately in charge. He made me nervous when he started asking me if I knew where he could find pink hair dye or if we had any Cool-aide I wouldn't mind him using. Flashbacks of Senior year in high school when David Wahlstrom's Halloween Hawaiian Blue Cool-aide hair color failed to wash out paraded through my mind. Instead, Tim took the little girls to a sporting goods store and bought them a soccer ball and tennis rackets. You know, to athleticize the "princess" out of them. They had quite a talent show prepared for me the day I got back from my trip. If Savannah ever ends up doing this in a real soccer game, I'm not sure if I'll laugh or cry. Probably both.
Over the weekend I flew to Salt Lake City to see Tamber, my oldest friend. We met at a young age through our Dads who went to high school together. We are the second of four children in our families. We've spend family vacations to Mexico together, sent letters back and forth since grade school though I admit I am the letter delinquent in the friendship, we are both crafty (her much more so than me), she was the first person I told I wanted to spend my life with Tim - we were seniors in high school, we went to college together and we both lost our Moms to fatal car accidents.
Dear Tamber, Your friendship has been one of the few constants in my life. Spending time with you this last weekend has helped to clear the cobwebs in my head and helped me to see who I am as an individual. Thanks to you and Jordan for opening your home and life with me. Oh, and that yarn made four washcloths! Thank you for inspiring me to create, garden and restore my spirit. Love, Dusty
Dear Dad, Happy Birthday! You are quite a guy. You have the best stories, you can fix anything and no one works harder than you do. You've taught me so much about the world and earning my way, life lessons that now I appreciate. Your faith keeps you connected to God, your family and friends. You are a super granddad. You are loving, playful and fun with them and your firmness gives them boundaries that make them feel so secure.
A lot like my own childhood. No one deserves to be celebrated more by a daughter than you. I appreciate, respect and love you. I hope this birthday is the best one ever! Love, Dut.