Thursday, June 26, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Sometime in February or March we went to a "sugaring" farm, that's where they make maple syrup.
It was freak'n cold outside but really really warm inside where they were boiling the maple sap, that was nice.
In May we celebrated Cinco de Mayo at some friends' house where Enoch gently tapped a pinata with a plastic baseball bat.
This was an improvement from the last couple times we've introduced him to pinata's where he screams and crys for "Mamamamama!"
One day Chase and I were downstairs doing grown-up things while Enoch was busily playing with toys and wondering around the house. We noticed he had gone upstairs and became quiet. Suddenly we heard something heavy falling down the stairs, Enoch's step stool. He scooted back downstairs, picked up his step stool and set it in front of his chair. He promptly sat down and set his feet up on his stool and grinned from ear to ear.
Chase started an illegal fire in our backyard to get rid of all the dead brush we had.
Memorial Day weekend we went camping with two other couples from our ward.
We discovered that Enoch is a TOTALLY AWESOME camper/hiker. We can take him anywhere...pretty much. We hiked the highest peak in Vermont (4,195 ft.)partly in the rain and Enoch slept through most of it.
This is your retarded sister(-in-law)/daughter. It's actually the best picture we have of the view at the top of the mountain, so if you can look past my melodramatic heroism you'll see a beautiful view of Vermont...on a cloudy day. So these are pictures of us on hikes with friends. Enjoy!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
It's been long enough since we posted that I though you might need to be reminded what we look like. Portland has really grown on us. We wear all natural fibers, eat locally harvested foods. You'll be pleased to note that we've also added a former president to our family ranks.
All seriousness aside, I'm very excited that Hilary reminded us that we have a blog. Now that we have internet at home, we can actually participate a little better. If you want to know what happened to us between our last entry and May, you'd better just call us because it would take too long to catch up here.
Joseph and Paul looking at the falls
Joseph getting stuck
Joseph finding his own way
Pictures are worth a thouand words, and I'm tired so here a bunch more pictures from our lives lately. Categories include: 1-our new play structure (got it for $15.00 on Craig's list), 2- Another slide we got from a garage sale for $3.00, 3- A visit to the Enchanted Forest, 4- Joseph measuring things as he is wont to do lately, and 5- Joseph with an interesting hat that can double as ear-muffs. Enjoy.
Friday, June 6, 2008
I was at work the other day, and I had this patient ( I think about 72 years old) with a really heavy southern accent, except it wasn't just southern it was like. . . "ignernt" southern. I asked him where he was from and he told me he was from Chatanooga, Tennessee. I was excited because I've been there before, and told him I went to see the "Chatanooga Choo Choo" while I was there. He told me it was a lot different when he was growing up there "a million years ago", before they built the water turbines and created a river and such. He grew up in the backwoods and his family grew corn. He lived in a small cabin with 7 brothers and sisters (well, half-brothers and sisters because his mama didn't know who the father was of most of them). They didn't have electricity until he was 11 years old, and then it was just a single lightbulb.
That was all very intriguing to me, and it reminded me of Dolly Parton's story. Then he began educating me on the ways of the hillbillies. He told me he was kind of ashamed of his background, and when he came to Utah, he changed his name for $152. I asked him, just jokingly, "So, what was your hillbilly name, Billy Bob?" Without even looking up, he nodded and said, "yep". He told me that in hillbilly families, usually the firstborn son is named Billy Bob (William Robert is the official name), and that son usually ends up going by Bubba. The firstborn girl of a hillbilly family is usually called "Sissy" as a nickname. Bubba and Sissy are names that can be transferred to other kids in the family, usually the fattest kids end up with those names. When "Sissy" becomes a teenager, it is more respectful to call her Sister. So, in the backcountry, there can be "hollers" full of Bubbas and Sisters.
He then told me that he married a girl from Louisiana, and his mother didn't speak to him for 3 years because he married outside the family. Apparently, in hillbilly families, it is simply expected that you marry your cousins. All of this patient's siblings married their first cousins, and he was the only one to break the "rule". He taught me that if your two cousins marry each other, their baby is called your "double first cousin". He told me he met a hillbilly from Louisiana who married his own sister! I asked him how the kids turn out in these families, and he said mostly they're just "ignernt" and unable to function without welfare. I wonder, though, if those genes don't show up later in life as a person gets older, you know, strange sicknesses and immunodeficiency and things.
Just some fun facts for you about our hillbilly friends. Thank goodness for education! Have a fun day!