We are counting down the days here in Tulsa. We are selling off our furniture and starting to pack boxes. Our home is in disarray. We are in this weird transition period for the next few weeks before we settle into Provo.
The weather here certainly changed to summer. It seemed like the wind suddenly stopped blowing and the humidity arrived. We got a lot of rain at the beginning of the week. There was a huge storm on Monday; it was the heaviest rain I have ever seen!
On Monday, we made the two-hour drive to Lucien, Oklahoma, to visit the McGuire Cemetery. This is where Kassie's Grandmother Burnside (her dad's mom) is buried, and many others from that side of the family. We took photos of the graves so that we can use them as sources and post them on familysearch.org. It rekindled the fire to do more family history! We even found that some of these relatives were Vietnam, WWII, or WWI veterans. It was a great way to spend Memorial Day!
Awkward "selfie" with Hinckley's head cut off
Instagram filtered pic of photogenic baby
Hinckley continues to scream. The beginning of the week was a nightmare; Hinckley woke up for about four nights in a row, screaming at the top of his lungs for about forty-five minutes to an hour and a half. There was seemingly no reason and he would not be comforted by anything we could do. Luckily, it was a short-lived phase and on the fifth night he decided to go back to sleeping through the night. We still have no idea what happened. Now his screaming only happens during the day when he is upset or wants attention.
What it looks like when laying in bed while listening to screaming baby.
H also learned to shake his head today. He does it all the time--when he is happy or excited or bored or just wants to look cute. We can tell him, "Shake," and he does it. He acknowledges three words now: shake, clap, and no. Yes, he does know what "no" means; when we say it, he smiles and continues to do what we don't want him to do. Sometimes he actually heeds the word--it depends on how much he really wants to do whatever he shouldn't be doing. (Isn't agency wonderful?!) We just can't help but laugh all the time because of this little boy. The joy he radiates is contagious and we can't stay mad at anything he does once he flashes his smile.
I can't believe it has only been two months since Hinckley joined our family! It feels like a lot longer than that and he is growing so big way too fast! At his two month check-up today, he weighed 13 lb 12 oz and was 26 1/4 inches long. Apparently he is so tall that he is off the medical charts for his age. Hinckley is such a happy, easy-going baby. He smiles, laughs, and coos a lot. Having him in our family is so fun because he helps us realize the joy of everything once again. He smiles at bright colors or new sounds, enjoys kisses and cuddling, and squeals in delight at seeing nature when we take walks. Yesterday at church it was like he had a rubber neck; for about five minutes he just kept turning back and forth to take it all in--the sights, sounds, and smells. Today he had to get three shots at the doctor's office and even that didn't phase him for long. Oh he screamed and his face got redder than I have ever seen it. I held him and fed him afterwards and then ...
The final product of "make me a match" that I labored over exceedingly. I was actually sort of unhappy with it all not because of the performances of anyone but mainly just the story. We had to write all so quickly and the re-write it time after time and then storyboard it and really break it down. In all this rush I didn't realize till I was actually shooting it that I really didn't care much for the story as a whole and thus my motivation suffered greatly. I don't think I need to tell epic dramatic tales to care about them but I do want to have a strong point and also a specific conflict or issue that is approached and resolved. I am starting a screen writing class tomorrow and possibly I will gain some insights as to how to develop good stories. Ones that I care about. I don't know why I feel so interested in telling stories - particularly in that I haven't felt very confident with the stories I have come up with. It is extremely hard for me to come up ...
It is that time of day when the house is quiet, the table is half covered in pots, pans, and tuber ware with food scattered across. The car isn’t in the garage and the dog lies sleeping on the blue blanket. The sun lies somewhere back there, behind the cloud over those mountains. It makes some nice gold colors on the rocky face of the mountains outside of the window. I guess it is so nice because at this time of year there is a lot of plants and flowers in the back yard so the gold makes it seem sort of dreamlike. Yeah, I’ll do em I guess. Call it being nice or being bored. Does it matter? Approaching the sink I am nipped by the denting smell. The eggshells, scraps of mango, carrot peel, and chunks of tofu drip in my fingers. Oh yes, the trash is under the sink these days. Drip once, drip twice on the floor. The water in the frying pan trembles, shaking the crusty flakes of burnt egg. Yogurt and peanu...
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