Hinckley turned one on Saturday! In celebration, we went swimming at the Provo Rec Center. Hinckley had a great time staring at all the people. He enjoyed the water, too.
Post swimming joy
That evening we opened presents and had cake. It was Hinckley's first time having any sort of dessert or treat. He tried to stuff the whole piece of cake in his mouth at once. He also discovered that frosting is fun to squish in his hand. His excitement was enough to make anyone happy!
I can't believe our little baby is one now! This was as much a celebration for us, his parents, as it was for him because we managed to stay alive and keep him alive for a year. In that time, there have been many diaper changes, temper tantrums, and sleepless nights. Many tears were shed, many mistakes were made, and frustration was felt by all. Along with those terrible experiences, there were also many wonderful times. There were lots of smiles, laughs, and cuddles. There were moments of true joy. We grew so much in this year! Here's to hoping we continue to learn and grow as a family over the coming years.
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...
August 3, 2025 The last three weeks have been a blur as we've had lots of extended family events and excursions. Here are some highlights over the second half of July. Welcoming my parents home from their mission to Germany Desmond's discovery of his ability to open the front door and escape Addie and my date to the Scera outdoor theater to see "Annie" Kas and Hinckley date to see Superman Greyson and my date going to the batting cages with a machine pitch Celebrating my parent's 50th anniversary at their home with family and friends Splash Summit with cousins - Greyson did Freefall 3 times, and I got the bruises to prove that I did it too haha The joy of organizing the sports equipment in the garage Our family's final visit to the Burnsides in their SLC apartment as they prepare to go home to Colorado Family reunion at Bear Lake with the Williams (lots of good food, cousin time, sunburns, water fun, spikeball, and some very tasty shakes) Desmond walking - s...
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 ...
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