Sunday, October 30, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
I realized last week that I forgot a week.
Here are another 5,000 pictures.
I am officially caught up.
Just like my daughter is officially a cat/skunk/puppy/panda instead of a wolf at her class parade today.
We've got some work to do over the weekend.
We walked for Liam two Saturdays ago.
A great event.
It raised over $60,000 for Down Syndrome awareness, programs and research.
We think Liam is awesome.
We think Liam's hard working parents who continually do what's best for him are awesome.
We are proud of him. We are proud of them.
Raising a special needs kid is not an easy job. And they do it well.
9 times out of 10, I am thankful for our DVR.
Thankful that it's eliminated commercials from my life.
Thankful that it feels like we can squeeze 17 shows into the time it used to take to watch one.
Not thankful for Sunday afternoons when it makes my husband mental.
I usually go and pick up sandwiches for lunch at a place that watches the game like a normal person.
Or I glance at Facebook or Twitter on my phone.
Therefore learning the outcome and having to fake smile until we catch up to real time.
Because apparently the look in my eyes gives it all away.
I know the sandwich/social media ban is coming. I'm just waiting.
Do you have friends in your life that just "get you" with out having to say much?
We are blessed with lots of those.
And this group is at the top of the list.
Jason celebrated a birthday two weeks ago.
Original plan was the new Cheesecake Factory.
But the wait was 5 years. Sooo. Outback it was.
Premarital counseling over FaceTime. I love 2011.
Although I would have loved having them in our living room more.
A wedding ring-less Dave playing Tic Tac Toe with K.
The first one's at the bottom of Lake Tulloch.
The second one's at the bottom of Lake Shasta.
The third one's at the bottom of the Pacific.
We gave up after that.
Cochlear implant mapping is seriously tough work. Especially on a Monday.
And Connect-4 is officially ruined as a family game night option.
Ashlyn, "the pest" had ransacked Kayla's My Little Pony compound.
Not very popular during biblical times.
Not much has changed.
Breakfast in a Jar.
Trader Joe's Organic Greek Style Vanilla Yogurt.
Trader Joe's Freeze Dried blueberries.
Trader Joe's Just the Clusters Vanilla Almond Granola cereal.
You are welcome.
They stink. And are super creepy.
Because the look JUST. LIKE. STICKS.
Until they crawl. Because sticks don't crawl.
The other class pet is a cockroach "that's even stinkier because there is real garbage for food!"
No. No. NO. A million times no.
Toy 'R Us run with Pops.
Ashlyn got her 18th mechanical mini-helicopter of the year.
Kayla got Hello Kitty gum in a mini pie tin.
I'm wondering if this baby can get any cuter?
I don't think it's possible.
She came to play for a bit last week.
And she left a toy.
And Ashlyn reminds me that it's the baby's toy at least 7 times a day.
"BeeBee Toy. Mama. BeeBee TOYYY."
I might be Fall, but lemonade season lives on in their minds.
Especially when it's still 80 degrees outside.
Strawberry-infused, slightly sweetened lemon water, according to Kayla.
And quite good, I must say.
"Wellll hiiiiii guysssss. Welcome to our homeee."
All slow and deep and melancholy.
That's how I picture his voice in my head.
If he had a voice.
San Mateo is HOPPING as of late.
And it's kind of exciting.
Besides Tom Brady, not much puts us on the map.
We have a nice mall.
With a super slow Cheesecake Factory.
And well, that's about it.
But Gerard was in town yesterday.
About a mile from our house.
Filming a biography about surfer Jay Moriarty.
Of Men and Mavericks.
I can't wait to see it!
Here's to furry fleece bits all over our living room.
Here's to late night JoAnn runs with screaming, tired children.
Here's to a gluey film all over our table.
Here's our cat/skunk/puppy/panda.
Yes. We've got work to do.
Linking up with Jeannett...
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
If anyone needs me.
I will be trying to turn this:
Into something like this:
Or maybe this:
But definitely not this:
Without a sewing machine.
Because my daughter wants to be a wolf for Halloween.
And she howls every time she makes reference.
Anyone: "Kayla, what are you going to be for Halloween?"
Kayla: "AaaaaaaaaarOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. A wolf."
Ashlyn will be Minnie Mouse.
For the 2nd year in a row.
So while I'm trying to figure out how to hot glue faux fur onto an Old Navy track suit,
A lovely recap.
That makes me crave chowder in a bread bowl.
And want to go up to San Fran right this second.
And rent an RV and stay in my own driveway.
And miss them. Terribly.
It may also give you a little insight as to why Kayla loves wolves so much.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
There's been lots of Nike 1/2 Marathon talk going on around these parts.
This Couch to 5K drop-out had little chance in that event.
So consider what you're about to read an Insta-marathon of sorts.
With 5,000 pictures.
Starting from a month ago.
We hosted a shower for this cute little bride-to-be last month.
I say "we."
But really Kim and Betsy hosted.
I just opened my front door.
They did everything else.
And by everything else, I mean:
food prep and set-up;
decoration prep and set-up;
melting plastic in my oven;
and breaking my ice maker.
To be fair to Betsy,
Kim is responsible for the last two.
It was a special day.
For a very special girl.
Kayla went to a birthday party next door to the house where my grandmother grew up.
She doesn't live there anymore.
She was born there.
This is the house.
My grandmother later told me that Kayla's friend's house used to be her friend Mae Louise's house.
Mae Louise was her maid of honor when she married my grandpa in 1942.
100% guessing on this date.
Because it's 9:51 pm and I can't call her.
I am basing my assumption of an uber hideous pink satin culotte/dress that I wore to their 50th anniversary party.
It had to be early 90's. I'm going with 1992.
And why is "cool" any part of the word culottes?
Anywaysssss. Nostalgia. At it's finest.
One of my childhood best friends, who loved me even when I wore satin culottes
just moved down the street from us!
This is Ashlyn (violating MD orders) and Mary's daughter Abbie.
Her baby twins were inside sleeping.
Her husband, Tom was on jeep patrol, seeing to it that my daughter didn't need corrective surgery while I was capturing memories.
Beyond thrilled at this new scenario.
Excited that our kids will grow up together.
More childhood/high school friends.
But comes back every once in a while for work.
We try and get together when it's possible.
And we always have the best time.
And laugh ALOT.
I love laughing with them.
En route to Blog Sugar we stopped to visit Margaret.
Who happened to be celebrating a pretty significant birthday.
Kim, Laura and I ate our way down Hwy 5.
Which is pretty much the only redeeming quality of Hwy 5.
Well, that. And the awesome skies.
Harris Ranch and it's putrid stench.
Kim brought Margaret some interesting gifts.
In ultra hideous wrapping.
And I came home to this:
Fantasy Football Draft #637 of the season.
3 weeks AFTER the season had started "to make it more interesting..."
She loves Petco more than Disneyland.
And is trying to talk us into buying a hamster.
RV traveling blog friends in our driveway.
I realized after they left that Kayla thought their daughter Ari's name was "Arvy" the whole time.
As in RV.
Still cracks me up.
I got my vegan on and tried Val's veggie tortellini bake.
It tastes better when Val makes it.
We even went on a double date!
My birthday was on October 1.
It was a glamorous day.
Cleaning up sappy leaves at Kayla's school.
Dinner at a local burger place.
And some star gazing with my two favorite nerds.
And my favorite present.
Finding this on Kayla's bed after she'd fallen fast asleep.
No words for how much I love it.
PinterTest Kitchen launched earlier this month.
The next linky party is coming up.
Thursday, November 3.
Get to baking. And making. And blogging.
What are you going to link up?
Sometimes Words with Friends can get ugly. And rude.
I beat him most of the time, for the record.
Cara turned the big 3-0 this month.
We work together. For the next 10 days at least.
She dispatches San Francisco.
Her sister Brianne worked with Dave on the ambulance for years.
We go wayyyyy back.
I love her. I love her sister. I love her whole family.
"Ey. Ey. Ey. Ey. Ey. Ey. Ey. Mama... Mama... Mama... Mama... Mama... Mama... Mama... A wane-boh!"
Some days I think I will be quite sad when her cute, repetitive deaf speech fades away.
Super talented and crafty Julie made this for my birthday.
Creepachino = my favorite green tea frapp.
Kayla = jealous of Julie's mad skills; one-upper.
More birthday fun.
Dinner at P.F. Chang's and dessert at Sprinkles.
Thanks, girls for a fun night!
And for a good excuse to eat cupcakes.
Hope turned one last Sunday.
Our little church is growing up fast.
It's been a fun, full and challenging year.
And I've loved every second.
Class is in session, folks. Listen up.
Those are very expensive Longaberger desks.
Fleet Week. Again.
Birthday dinner for Michelle (far right).
We all went to junior high together.
This is the only picture I could find that has us all in it.
It deserves a post of its' own, right?
Trojans for Life.
Benefit auction at the Club last weekend.
He bid on a bunch of boot lamps for my dad in the silent auction.
Dad clearly came out the big winner.
And I'll leave you (finally!!) with a little rainy day mischief at Nan and Pops.
Happy Friday, friends!
Linking up with Jeannett.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Yesterday was a big, huge, giant day for a certain little girl in the Johnson house.
Ashlyn's "new ear" was turned on.
We'd been watching lots of cochlear implant activation videos on YouTube in anticipation.
Don't be jealous of our exciting Friday nights.
Many of the more popular ones are pretty amazing.
[vimeo http://www.vimeo.com/30797962 w=500&h=706]
I knew in my heart Ashlyn's experience would be different.
I didn't imagine her being shocked or surprised.
Or overwhelmed and crying.
And she wasn't.
Because she's always had some hearing.
Just not enough.
And, although it was a big day.
It was also a simple day.
A proud little girl who can identify the numbers 4 and 2.
Who's adjusting very well to hearing sounds in a new way.
A good God who has a great plan.
And two very thankful parents.