I'm back!

Well, we're settling in to our new place back in Utah. If there's one (or two...or three) thing(s) I've learned from this move, it's:


*I'm addicted to having Internet. I basically had a hernia before they set it up yesterday. (If I've been absent on your blogs, that's my excuse.)

*I'm way too good at acquiring free and useless things. We have two storage rooms full of stuff that we left for the summer, and now that I'm having to go through it all, I think I'll just burn it instead.

*I love free babysitting.

*More house space=more work. Lesson learned. After this year, I think I could be okay with one bedroom apartments for the rest of my life.

*Fruit trees are wonderful, and yet, so much work. Why is it that I already have had several days up to my eyebrows in apricots, and haven't even made a dent in the tree?


Okay, that was five.


See you soon!

A Knuckle Story: not to be read by the faint hearted

When I was young, (until I was 18) I didn't have any knuckles. Just dimples where knuckles should be.

My mom said that I could call myself an adult when I got some.

So, I wished and wished for those knuckles, so I could join the world of adulthood.

Now, I'm wishing and wishing for the days of dimples to come back.

My knuckles have been nothing but trouble.


First, I got some little bumps on my knuckle, that I wasn't sure about, so I went to the doctor. They were warts! G.R.O.S.S.!!! I had never had them before, and I didn't like them. So, he pulled out the liquid nitrogen.

Then came the enormous blister, then the pus, then the volcano, then the hand infection.

I'm guessing the outcome will either be amputation, or a scar on my knuckle. The question is, which looks worse? The scar or the original bumps?

This picture (which has been edited of course. Don't want to gross anyone out. See the streaking down my arm?), definitely doesn't do my owie justice.



Do you think this will ruin my career as a hand model?

Lessons learned: don't grow up, never go to the doctor, never wish for anything.


In other news, Millie has a new look. She makes it when she's trying to squeeze the life out of something/someone. Or maybe she's just working on a little surprise for me in her diaper.

I hate moving

Even though all we have to move is this


And this

I just hate to leave this

And these
And especially time with this


So if you see this (Millie wanting to drive back to Oregon)


Don't feel bad. It's not that we don't love this



It's just... this

Celebrate Good Times, Come On!

We've recently celebrated some big things.


For Millie's half-birthday, I made half a cake and we let her destroy a copy of "The Economist". Luckily, she learned all there is to know through osmosis.




We went to visit family in Utah, so Millie could have her first piano lesson with grandma.



Mr. Lund and I celebrated our second wedding anniversary. Here is the only photographic evidence we have. Yes, Mr. Lund was picking us up from the airport after a delayed flight. No, Millie wasn't that happy on the flight, but was very happy to see her daddy again. Yes, Mr. Lund is the best husband in the world, and I love him more than ever. Best two years of my life!



I walked in the door to this display on the floor.



And, Millie celebrated still fitting in the sink. Then, she figured out how to turn on the water, and celebrated being naked. (Let's face it. She loves nakedness.)