I feel a little like I'm failing at the whole modern parenting thing: it's been like...weeks since I've taken a cute picture of Sam! I mean, he's always cute and I do have some pictures of him, but they are mostly ones where he isn't interested in my obsession with making sure I get a picture/video of every cute thing he does before he stops. Oh, ok, so I'm not actually doing that bad. 

BUT since this zoo day (a few Saturdays ago), I don't have like any good pictures of Sam (although, to be fair, Sam doesn't look like he's really having a good time in these anyway). 

On my photo roll instead? Screenshots of sewing patterns I want to pin or buy, an outfit I must copy, centerpiece ideas for Thanksgiving, projects/project inspiration (aka I could totally paint that, right?), fabric, printers from costco, an advent get the idea. I wonder if screenshots could be like the future in trying to see what people in the past liked. You know? Like my kids can look in my photo archives and since I usually forget to delete a screenshot after its use has passed and I keep it forever, they can know all the tiny details of my life. 

Anyway, zoo. Beautiful fall day--it was the first sunny and warm-ish day for weeks around these parts. October/early November was mean!

 Like, are these two related or what? They could look like they were having more fun. The second is what I got when I asked for him to look more excited. Good thing I don't blog for money, eh?
 These fresh elephant ears were too tempting on a chilly day. So worth it!

november, your bangs are cute

This week was staying inside most of the time because it was below 30 half the week, first snow (???) of the year, getting over runny noses and coughs, playdates with friends, quesadillas all day erry day, taylor swift music videos, video chats and new deodorant that smells like a lime otterpop. So all in all, not too shabby.

Sam continues to surprise me with the things he remembers. We sang "the wheels on the bus" the other day, and he could do the hand motions for 5 verses...and we haven't done that for at least a week. He points by touching the top of his middle finger to the top of his pointer, making an oval with his fingers, and it's so adorable. He recognizes us in pictures, but mostly daddy, which he says in the sweetest sing-songy voice. But when he wakes up in the morning and Dave gets him, I can hear him say "mommy" in that same voice and I die. He calls his friend macie beecie, which is so cute. He says it a lot and points to the door, waiting for her to come over.

I read today about bullet journaling, and I am so sold. I'm buying a new notebook today and starting. I just finished up a journal and I've been on the hunt for one for a week or two. I love this idea of combining lists and journal entries. My lists are all over the place, and I'm excited to try this.

aaaand...I wish had something else to say, but alas, I must move onto other things. Apparently my computer is going to restart in 4 minutes and there is nothing I can do to stop so I must go and save all the things.

november song. I heart parks and rec. It may be hard to believe if you know us, but I think we preferthatottheofficedonthateme.

costumes brought to you by target sheets.

We're a little behind, but oh well. Also, really lame iphone pictures...and not that I have had anything else for the last 3 years, but these are pretty bad. And these ones are literally the best ones from the night. So, win/win.

So for halloween, I saw a cute costume online for me (a pineapple) and we went from there. After coming up this genius idea that Dave would be a coconut and we would be pina colada (I'm pretty proud of that idea), we tried to fit Sam into it too. While we had some great ideas (some from us, some from friends), we just decided to have him do his own thing. I bought a set of yellow jersey sheets from target on clearance and thought we might as well have Sam be something yellow. 

So Sam went as Sam I am and I loved it. I thought we did a pretty good job with the costume, but I guess not that many people know who Sam I am is?  Next year when Sam chooses his own costume, I hope it's something super obvious. 

Sam and Dave could have been spongebob characters (pineapple under the sea?) and that would have been kinda fun. Maybe next year? Oh, Dave's costume was a cardboard circle around his neck that said "coconut" and it lasted 5 minutes. ha.

On Halloween we had dinner with some downtown friends and tagged along for their trick-or-treating. We wouldn't have taken Sam by ourselves, but it was fun to hang out. However, it turns out Sam really couldn't handle the complex emotions of trick-or-treating. He wanted to eat everything that instant, and just didn't get the "put it in the bucket and save it for later" thing. Furthermore, he usually was more interested in the jack-o-lanterns and was mad he couldn't touch the flames. And the saddest part was as the smallest kid, he'd get pushed out of the way even when it was his turn. You can't blame the 3-8 year olds, but he'd start hitting himself on the face. (yes, that is his new thing when he's mad/bored/feels threatened. yeah.)

He ended up just riding on Dave's shoulders and we skipped the houses for the rest of the night. I'm sure he'll be a pro next year. He did enjoy the candy. So did we.

bucket at the ready.

pumpkin patch

The week before Halloween we went with some friends to a pumpkin patch. It was so muddy, but we had a lot of fun. Well, we think Sam did for at least a few minutes. He enjoyed the tractor ride and squishing in the mud for a while before he wanted us to carry him. We kept taking off his boots to save us from getting all muddy but after a while it was futile. I almost lost my boots a time or two, it was just so muddy. I mean, it is the PNW, so I shouldn't have been so surprised. We met up for some burgers and shakes after, and the guys thought we had been painting (with mud-colored paint, I guess) since we were so dirty. But it wasn't a fancy place, so we didn't feel too bad about looking a little less than presentable.

new and old places

On Saturday during our trip, I took a standardized career test (I'm not sure what else to call it--more on that later) at the U of U campus. My parents took Sam to the zoo, and after I checked out city creek. Then we met up for lunch down emigration canyon and decided to check out the "this is the place" park, which, sadly, we had never been to!

It had an amazing view of the Salt Lake Valley (well, if some of the smog was removed it would be even better) and the beautiful fall in the canyon. The colors and weather was just perfect. We walked around for a bit and made plans to go back again to see the rest of it. And the monuments to the pioneers, settlers, soldiers, explorers, etc., were lovely and touching.

The day we left, we headed to BYU to get Sam a cougar shirt. I loved being back on campus and seeing some of the new things that have shown up since we left. It feels like yesterday and a hundred years ago that we lived in Provo and basically lived on campus . I miss those days, but I do love life now too.

Dave thought I was crazy for missing being in school, but I think I mostly missed being a part of campus and all that. I loved going to BYU and I do miss parts of that life. I felt so old being back, and I'm not even that old! But according to this, I'm older than the average senior by 2 years and the average student by almost 4 years.

So I walked around half feeling like I totally blended in (I don't know, how old do I look?) and half feeling like I so obviously didn't go there any more. And then I thought even more, and realized I graduated college almost 4 years ago. I wonder when you make the transition from being a recent grad/expert-on-the-campus-and-how-things-work to a plain old alumnus-and-who-cares-stop-pretending.

Maybe because as the years go I on I'm sure kids in the classes I took are learning some new things and the things I think I know aren't the most recent. And that doesn't invalidate what I learned (or maybe it does), but it's just harder to keep up on things when you're not learning constantly or have to for your job. And I still want to feel like my degree means something and that I actually knew quite a bit of things when I left. And I like to think I still know most of them, but that is probably not true.

But anyway, I loved the experience and I loved being back there and remembering fondly the years there. Skipping over the hard tests and late nights and busy work and cold, cold walks in the winter. Ok, yeah, maybe it was better left in the past, as we usually find, right?