Spring has begun in Provo. I (Kassie) know it isn't official yet, but flowers are budding, birds are singing, and coats are off. We are so happy to be able to go on walks again. Hinckley enjoys seeing "gree-gas" (green grass). It really does seem like new life again and we have been enjoying it.
The great shearing of 2015
The time finally came to cut of the golden locks. This was not Hinckley's first hair cut--that happened in October. But this one proved to be a lot harder. After I messed up, Greg thought he would help. Then we decided that the only way to solve the problem was with the clippers. We used the longest setting on the clippers, but Hinckley's hair still ended up much shorter than we wanted. Oh well! Hair grows back.
Hinckley really didn't care what what happening because we let him watch TV and eat a lollipop...actually 2.5 lollipops. By the end, the most frustrating thing for Hinckley was all the hair stuck to his mouth, hands, and lollipop. We put him in the bath and mutually decided to throw away his third lollipop because there was so much hair stuck to it.
Zeus' bunny friend (or nemesis)
Here is a photo of Zeus and his bunny friend. Greg felt like we should include the is photo since these animals have become sort of like foster pets to us. Zeus is the Williams' family dog; he is pretty old and when he isn't sleeping his hobbies include barking for food, barking to come inside, and going on walks. Also, he likes to chase his rabbit friend when the mood strikes him. Who is this rabbit friend? His name is Rafiki and he is our neighbors' rabbit, but he has been living in the backyard for the past five months. He has a particular fondness for Zeus and can often be found right next to him. Rafiki even climbs on top of Zeus sometimes. We are not sure if it is to torment him or to show affection, but Rafiki does seem to like it when Zeus chases him around the yard.
On the Y with Hinckley
Greg has a new exercise plan which includes exercising with Hinckley. They hike to the Y twice a week and run the other days. Well, as you can tell from the photo, Greg is the one hiking, and he pushes Hinckley in the jogging stroller when he goes running. Hinckley really loves hiking! He often talks about the "Y" and "hike" in his "packpet" (backpack) with "daddy".
We went to the zoo last Friday! We discovered that there is a reason they don't charge admission for children under the age of 2. As Greg and Kassie watched lions eat a piece of meat, Hinckley pointed to a tractor in the background. Hinckley was mildly interested in the monkeys and the most interested in the sea lions that were barking and hitting each other. Other than that: elephants: no, bears: no, giraffes: no...The thing he enjoyed the most was just running around in an open space. Greg and I enjoyed the animals, though, and we all ended up having a fun time.
Hinckley and the Monkeys
My big project last month was making a cover for our glider. We originally bought this chair used from an Indian couple and it had an over-powering curry smell. We did a lot to get the smell out and, luckily, it was mostly gone by the time Hinckley was born. The smell is completely gone now, but it has some stains on it and it is not washable. I decided it was time to make it a little more cheery and clean. I used a tutorial I found on pinterest as my guide and it was easier than I thought it would be. Plus, I think the outcome looks better than I thought it would!
In other news, if you haven't heard already, we are expecting baby #2!!! The baby is due August 4, but we're giving that a two week window because, let's be honest, due dates are a hoax. We find out the gender really soon and we are really anxious to know if it will be another boy or a girl joining our family.
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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