Wednesday, October 29, 2008


There are certain things in this bleak and dreary world that I am sure should not be documented. As an example, I present you with this:
Yes, this is me, in eighth grade, in a swimsuit. Who took these pictures? Who thought that this ghastly image was important enough that it merited documentation?

Let's move away from this unpleasantness to something a little more, pleasant. Because there are some things in this beautiful and glorious world that should be documented. Like, more of our time in the Netherlands:
Let's actually travel a bit to Bruhl, Germany. I spent a beautiful day there once...
Devin, Dad, Mom, Me
What I wouldn't give to live here. Check out that awesome forest!
Mom and Dad's new summer home
This is what we came to Germany to see, this palace that belonged to some guy, at some time in history, that had some large amount of money and property. I think this was the place that had 400 bedrooms, 0 bathrooms.
The tiny people clutching each other in the middle there are Devin and I.
I wish we had been there in the spring to see the splendor of the gardens, instead of the drab-ity-ness of no gardens... but that's all the more reason to go back someday!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Let It Snow!

Yes, it snowed here yesterday. Wild! I had to remind myself that it's still October. It's easy to get confused, the stores all decked out for Christmas, and then snow. We have yet to go trick or treating though! Oh dear.
Well, in honor of that strange weather happening yesterday, I thought I'd put up some pictures of Hallie's room, so you can see how she sleeps in style.
Thanks to Alison and Nicole.
Also note her new crib! We love it.This was Devin's idea, to put the silver frames up like that.
(note to Nicole and Alison: the paper got all destroyed in the move, so it did not look so good anymore. Devin had this idea. What do you think? I really like the way it looks...)
This growth chart is courtesy of GG Boling.
The cute little girl standing beneath it is courtesy of, me. She's biggest!
Also I thought I would showcase our new table, because I absolutely love it. I was desperate for a new table, and we actually got one! Miracles never cease... We had the missionaries over for dinner, so I will display the pictures in a "Before" and "After" manner.
We had to feed three elders, and so Devin and I sat at our other table, which is just pictured there in the bottom left. You can see they enjoyed the chili pasta casserole (homemade), applesauce (homemade), peas (frozen), ants on a log (homemade) and chocolate vanilla swirl pudding(box, homemade swirls). I did too.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Den Haag

Let's take another turn down memory lane.
This is the International Court of Justice. If you commit a crime, you get tried at court. This is the place where you get tried if you have committed an international, global, really offensive crime. I do not want to see anyone I know there.
I love the lighting in this picture.
This is the world peace flame. Let's keep it burnin', baby.
Mom and dad by the list of countries who are in agreement with having global peace, or something like that. I don't remember that. I do remember that it was really chilly.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

The Netherlands

We had stake conference this weekend. I sang in the choir. It was so fun to be in a choir again. I was so proud of Devin and Hallie, that was the longest I have ever been away from her, can you believe it? She was cold to me at first, but she eventually warmed right up again.
One of the speakers mentioned the Den Haag Temple (the Hague, to you) and it took me back to last fall. I have already been thinking a lot about our time in the Netherlands lately, because that's where we were at this time last year, and because we have been walking to get our groceries lately, just like we did then... So, in honor of that, I have decided to put some of my favorite pictures of those times up here, and relive those memories. This way I'll know what stories go with the pictures in ten years!

Devin and I at the temple, please note Devin's awesome hair. (Hair cuts were too expensive there for our budget, and I was scared to try...)
With Mom and Dad Boling who came to visit us just after Halloween.

Mom Rose also came to visit us, but I couldn't find that picture. See, this is what happens when you don't take care of these things right away. Tecnology sucks them away from you... I will celebrate our time in the Netherlands city by city, I think, since I no longer remember it according to an accurate timeline. So, more from the Netherlands when we return.
Oh you ask, is there a story with the temple? Oh my, yes there is. The temple is in Den Haag, which, again, you would know as The Hague. The first time we had a rental car we were so excited to try and drive to the temple. We looked up directions and found out when they were open, and with a prayerful heart and a cheerful step we took off. Well, it's about a forty five minute drive and all was well. Until we got within about five miles of the temple. We drove around and around and around. It was hopeless. The directions I had written down did not get us to the temple. We couldn't figure out where we had gone wrong. We finally gave up when the temple was closing for the night, because even if we had found it, it was too late. Despondent, I told Devin that all I wanted was to go to McDonald's, and have an ice cream and be sad that we hadn't been able to figure it out. (The McDonald's was right by the highway, and so I knew we wouldn't get lost going there, also, we had driven past it approx. 487 times as we drove around and around that five mile area.) So we went in, and I got an ice cream, and in a dejected state of mind we sat down. I was so disappointed in us. I thought we had done everything right, and we had followed the directions. Why didn't we make it? Well, on each table at the McDonald's there was a map of that area of Den Haag. I sadly looked at the map, and asked Devin where he thought the temple might really be, in it's elusive hiding spot.
He pointed to a random place on the map, I finished my ice cream, and we went home. When we got home I looked up the temple again. To my dismay, the problem all along was that when I put in the address of the temple in Google to get directions, I had not put the whole address. So, our directions just pointed us to the general area of the temple, but not the specific place. Well, I would not make that mistake again I vowed. I carefully put in all the necessary information to Google, and up popped a little map showing where the temple is. Can you imagine my surprise - I'm sure you've already guessed it. The temple is situated almost exactly where Devin randomly guessed it would be when sitting at a small table in McDonald's, about three miles away. Well, we did go back to the temple with much more success, and I love that little temple, hidden in it's secret place.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

The Trials of My Life

Life is fraught with troubles. They assail us on every turn. (Here are some good words. One of which I have just learned is considered archaic. I wonder what I read that leads me to know archaic words?) Back to the tribulations of life. I am currently struggling with one. I hardly know what to do with myself, nor do I have any ideas for a possible solution, that I have not already tried, and failed. If you wish to hear the sad tale of my trouble, read on.
I can not take a shower. I have found it to be the hardest task of my day. When to do it, how to do it, why can't I do it, all of these things plague me. I wake up in the morning, and we go mall walking. I am sure that I could shower before we go, but then I would have to get up even earlier, and it is already painful enough for me to get out of the warm comfort of my bed into the cold darkness as it is. Also, I would have to shower again when we returned, I think. Then I come to when we return. I usually persuade Hallie to take a nap, which she is eventually willing to do, but by this time I am completely exhausted myself, and telling myself that I will just take a quick rest and then get up and shower, I fall into the deepest sleep imaginable only to be roused when Hallie is ready to play again.
So. Then we play. She is finally showing signs of being tired again, and so we sit down to begin the naptime routine. She goes through phases where she has to nap on me for her afternoon nap, and right now we are in the midst of one such phase. So, I try to put her down so I can escape and shower, but no. She won't have it. She's cunning and canny, even in her sleep and can tell at a moment's notice the difference between being held in my arms whilst I am sitting, and when I stand. She lets this slide, mostly untroubled, until I begin to lower her into the crib. Then she puckers up her face like she is warning me. When I lay her in her crib, she wakes up and cries a mournful cry. I cannot resist. I pick her up again and hold her for the next two hours while she slumbers. Then she wakes up. She is playful, in a good mood. Here is where I try to get creative in finding ways to make a shower possible.
First, I have tried getting her to play in her playpen with some toys. She thinks this is a terrible idea, and screams to let all the neighbors and any passing police officers know. This shower ended with my hair still a bit shampoo-ey. I have also tried, on more than one occassion putting her on the floor in the bathroom with some toys. The first time I tried this, it worked out pretty well, until I peeked from around the shower curtain and discovered that she was so content because she had discovered the plunger and was considering it's potential to be a delicious treat. The next time we tried it I moved the plunger out of her way and tried again. She decided to try to crawl into the shower with me, slipped, fell down, and became very angry. This also left me distinctly soap-y for the rest of the day. I abandoned that idea for a while. I tried putting her in her high chair, in the bathroom with me, with some rice krispies on her tray, to play with and eat. This worked beautifully, until I got in the shower. She started crying as if I had pinched her terribly in the seat. I leaned out of the shower and checked her limbs. She seemed to be fine, and upon recieving this attention she stopped crying. I went back to showering. As soon as the curtain closed behind me, the wailing began again. I thought, maybe she is hurt. I peered around the curtain again, and as soon as she saw me looking at her those crocodile tears stopped. We went on in this way a few more minutes, until I finally resigned myself to turning the knob of the showerhead towards the wall, opening the shower curtain a little, and finishing my shower looking at her as much as possible, singing the alphabet song over and over. If I stopped singing, or turned my head for to long to reach for the soap, the whole thing started over. That was however, the cleanest I may have been in a while, thanks to the alphabet. Today I tried again, putting her on the floor with some toys and everything harmful or disgusting (plunger included) out of her reach. I thought it was going to be a success, until again, I stepped behind that abominable white curtain. It sounded as though her misery were greater than any such this world had known. It did not, this time, stop when I peered around the curtain. I was wet, and I was desperate to be clean, so I yanked off all her clothes, and her diaper, and brought her into the shower with me. She thought this was great fun, and was all smiles and laughs, until the water from the showerhead fell on her. So, we took a bath. I did manage to shampoo my hair, and she had great fun. Is this, then, to be my new solution to this greatest of trials? I have at times resorted to showering at night, after Devin is home, but that is complicated also. How much maintenance to wigs require? The rest I am sure could be taken care of by copious amounts of deodorant and perfume. Hmm...

Monday, October 20, 2008


We have been successful, Hallie has been a real trooper in taking the bottle, and she is really loving her graham crackers, rice krispies, and whatever we give her for dinner. I'm so proud of her! (and, quite frankly, of Devin and I as well... it's been a long process!)

Devin and I have become mall walkers. That's right, we wake up at 6 in the morning, go to the mall, walk around and around, and then I drive Devin to work. It's really fun. The place is packed with the elderly, and interestingly enough, the majority were males. I'm not sure why this surprised us, but there you have it. It's a really nice mall. We figured the loop we do is 1/3 of a mile, so we went about a mile and a half today, but we got there late. That's pretty good for an early morning walk with baby I feel like.

Any other news? We went to a Halloween party, and didn't really have a costume for Hallie. Devin's mom had recently sent us a package with Halloween socks and bibs however, so I put the pumpkin bib on, with the pumpkin socks, over a white onesie and green pants. We told everyone that she was the ghost of JackoLynn-O-Lantern. Ha ha ha. We thought it was funny.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

The Hand that Feeds You

Hallie has 5 teeth now. How exciting. She got the three new ones while we were in Michigan visiting mom and dad. What does this really mean? It means that she is biting things with sharp, brand new teeth. What is she biting? Namely, me. At the risk of sharing too much information (although, this is my blog), she is off solid foods, which means that I am her main source of food again. Don't they say that you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you? Especially when the "hand" is so very sensitive? Well, to make a long and painful story short, I cut her off tonight. She bit and pulled twice today in a very painful manner, and I couldn't take it anymore. We got a bottle ready (although the manual pump is quite a nuisance at times also) and force fed her that. She took it like a champ. We'll see how long my resolve lasts. Probably until she bites me again.

I would also like to discuss words. I have many favorite words, that I just really like to use very much. Among these words are: many, just, really, very, much, quite, so, few, other, random, some, among, seem, etc. Please forgive me if I seem to use these words ad nauseum. You have been warned.

Monday, October 13, 2008

I feel that here at the beginning I should clarify something. It may look as though I have been "blogging" for quite some time now, but in reality, I had a blog 4 years ago, in which I wrote a handful of silly entries. I have copied and pasted those here so that you may laugh at me if you should like to. Just bear in mind that I was young then.
Devin and I have been getting everything unpacked and sorted. Today we went to Target to buy some stuff that we needed, power cords, floor lamps, laundry basket, etc. The main purpose of telling this story is, again, so that you may laugh at me if you so choose, and also to illustrate what an imbecile I am. I suppose it could happen to anybody, but I have a feeling that it just doesn't. We were getting out of the car to go into the store, I was making some random comment to Devin and closing my door at the same time. I apparently don't always account for where all of my fingers are prior to such actions. You got it. Slammed my finger in the door. It hurt so badly I didn't even know what to do with myself. I just stood there in the parking lot bent over, not making a sound, for I'm not sure how long, but long enough I'm sure. Then I took a few deep steadying breaths, and went in to find a laudnry basket. Mimi, I feel that I should apologize again for that time I locked your fingers in the door. It truly is awful.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

up up and away

Well here I go. Blogging again. We'll see how long it lasts this time. Devin will never understand this. That's ok. Is anyone going to read this? That's what he'll ask me. Why do people want to read it? Who has time to read it? What do you write about? He doesn't understand things like this because he works hard all the time, and as we all know, I do understand things like this because I hardly work.

But seriously, what will I write about, and will anyone read this? I guess I will just have to see. Mimi said it was easy to put pictures up, so that will be fun, people can see pictures of Hallie and I can write about the picture.

Well, that's all for now I think folks.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


We spent a week and a half in Michigan after we moved to Peoria, before Devin had to start work. While I was there mom kept me extremely busy with projects. I am quite pleased with the results of my efforts. They may not be perfect, but I put a lot of time into it, and I think they turned out pretty well. I painted some bags, and I made some bracelets.