We went skiing for the first time this year (and Whittney’s first time ever) last week. It was the perfect day—sun, snow, and Saturday. Whittney did amazing for her first time, as you can see in the video below.
Pictures here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/bcrockett/3379493608/
Whittney and I were too lazy busy to actually send out Christmas cards, but we thought we’d still wish you and yours a happy holidays anyway.
And thanks to Bryan for the photography!
I am working on a research project and would love if you could take two minutes and answer a quick 10-question survey.
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.
By the way, I will let you know that Brett has been working on a post for almost two months now and it’s still not finished. Point your fingers his direction.
I surprised Brett last night with a little after-work adventure. The boy loves anything to do with the outdoors or getting dirty. He was giddy.
It had just rained so the water was a little dirty and quite cold. Needless to say, I was not down with trying it. We’ll go back in a couple weeks when it’s a little warmer and a little less muddy.
Brett on Sliding Rock on Vimeo.
Brett Crockett:
Don’t worry Whittney- I’m not going to become a Border Patrol Agent. Although it would be fun to drive around with guns on 4wheelers and kick illegals out.
Brett Crockett:
It’s the Davy Crockett blood in me. An extension of the battle at the Alamo.
Whittney Crockett:
you aren’t even a descendant
Brett Crockett:
yes I am
Whittney Crockett:
no you aren’t
Brett Crockett:
YES I AM!!!
Whittney Crockett:
no you aren’t
you are descended from his brother
Brett Crockett:
yes. but he and his brother had the same blood.
Whittney Crockett:
you still aren’t descended from him
Brett Crockett:
BUT I HAVE SOME OF THE SAME BLOOD!
You’re just jealous.
Whittney Crockett:
You’re right
i am SOOOOOOOOOooo jealous
Probably the only reason we moved back to Utah County (short-term only) was because we would be closer to work. So close you could ride your bike. Literally.
A couple of times a week we now ride our bikes to work. It takes us fifteen minutes or so and it’s not so bad in the mornings when it’s still cool outside and the entire ride is downhill. We won’t talk about the ride home. So not only do we get more exercise, save gas, lower our carbon footprint and do more sweaty laundry, we also ride over to a little park for lunch. It’s nice to get out of the office for a little while, take our shoes off and lay on the grass.
Unless you suddenly feel wetness on your forehead and wonder why your husband is laughing so dang hard?
Not so nice after all.
Brett got a new toy.
And he’s obsessed with it.
The other morning I was in doing my hair and heard funny clicking noises coming from the living room. I go out to find him still in his underwear shooting at make believe stuff on the ground and making exploding noises! We’re supposed to be getting ready for work! I think he’d sleep with it if I let him.
Disclaimer: I know a gun is not a toy. And he hasn’t even loaded the thing once yet so don’t think he runs around with live ammo and a gun strapped to his chest like a fundamentalist from Idaho. But he might just love that thing more than Maggie.
1. Brett knows more about sewing than I do. He’ll probably be annoyed I told everyone but he has quite the mad set of sewing machine skills. I couldn’t even thread the needle without him! And he really loves to rub it in my face.
2. I am SO in over my head. I spent two hours in the store and walked out with no thread. THREAD! How do you sew without thread? I cut out the pattern wrong and had to tape it all back together. I didn’t buy enough fabric and had to go back to the store. Then there was the whole threading the needle thing that we’ll pretend didn’t happen. And then I think I spent more time unpicking my stitches than actually making the stitches to begin with. I have a whole gaggle of stuff to learn and a whole lot more unpicking in my future I’m afraid. I think the pillow I tried turned out pretty good for my first time on a machine in a decade but that’s only cause you can’t see my uneven seams. On to the next project…
And if you’re interested you should really check out the graphic fabric prints by Amy Butler. They fill me with some very whimsical daydreams of projects that are so out of my comfort level.
I think I was about seven years old when my mom signed me up for sewing lessons. I have specific memories of “sewing” way too many circles and squares on the machine using only the unthreaded needle to poke holes in the paper. In the end, I made a pillow for my bed that was black with little pink flowers all over it. And the seams came out within six months leaving my hair and my bed filled with clumps of staticky, poofy stuffing. It’s safe to say I didn’t stick with it.
So I’m sure it’s a little odd that Brett got me THIS for Christmas last year. And I actually ASKED for it:
For some reason, I got it into my head that I was gonna learn to sew! And I was gonna teach myself! It might be the hormones….
I really have NO IDEA where this whim came from. I have ZERO inclination or talent to be crafty or creative. (Shocking considering who my mother is.) But I kinda felt like I needed to develop my domestic skills. Basically it came down to two things: 1. it might come in handy and 2. I’m so obsessed with clothes I better learn to make my own.
So you can all laugh to yourselves right now while you picture me using Google to try to figure out how to thread a bobbin and making myself jump everytime I bump the foot-peddle/throttle?/thing.
This is my guide:
Does this look terrifying to anyone else?
Don’t worry I’ll be sure to document the human and textile disasters along the way.
Okay. Quick update.
The upstairs neighbor?
She’s vacuuming right now. Which is awesome because it means she won’t be doing it at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning!
However…
This is the FOURTH time she has vacuumed this week.
And it’s only Friday!
I’ll be the one to say it. Her house is WAY cleaner than mine.
