Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Jack's Birth Announcement

An iPhone picture of the birth announcements we sent out last year. 

My dad took this picture of Jack on the day he was born, and I think we can all agree that he is the most beautiful newborn that has ever existed. I love that picture. I love the perfectly square Johnny Cash stamp on the envelope. I love his little footprint (and in case you can’t read it the words say, “Born August 29, 8 pounds 2 ounces & 21 inches of pure genius”).

I figured it was time to post a picture of the announcement since Jack turns six months old this week. I’d like to spare you most of the clichés (and profanities), but every single thing I want to say is cliché (and profane). They grow up too fast. I love him so much. How is he so cute? He used to be so small. Look at his cubby legs. His giggles are the most beautiful sounds on earth.

These things were thought a hundred billion babies before mine was ever born, but every day when I see his blue eyes shining in the morning light those thoughts feel fresh and intensely personal. To me. But I get it, it’s nothing new, so I’ll stop crytyping into my computer. If you’ll excuse me I’ll be waiting by the door for my baby to wake up from his nap.

britt

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

New Year's in Wyoming



Every year for four years I promised Chris that we would ski Grand Targhee over Christmas break. Every year I really meant it, and every year I really didn’t make the effort to go. So maybe I’m too lazy to go skiing, but at least I’m also a liar about it. Wait.

This year my parents rented a cabin about twenty minutes away from the resort, and they got everybody a ski pass for Christmas. We played games, ate comfort food, and for once we actually went to Targhee. Most importantly, on New Year's Eve, we went to bed at 9:00 p.m. because I had an utterly unexplainable aversion to ringing in the New Year at midnight. Oh, no no, it’s because sleep is awesome, and I have a teeny tiny baby. Explained.

britt

p.s. My dad took both of these pictures, and I love them so much. Isn't he good?

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Mama Fierce

Maybe you have to be his mom to think this is hilarious but I THINK THIS IS HILARIOUS

I developed an alter ego when I studied for the bar, and this girl was great. She was capable of studying for twelve hours, every day, all summer. She got ready in the morning. She loved contract law. She went to bed at 8:30 at night. And she wasn't someone you'd invite to a party, but she could pass the bar. Once at dinner with some friends I tried to explain this by saying, “You know, like Sasha Fierce” and I got three blank stares: one blank stare from a Harvard graduate, one blank stare from a Yale graduate, one blank stare from a Stanford graduate.

And I was like, “GET SOME CULTURE, ya Philistines.”

I love the Sasha Fierce concept. It makes sense to me that if you’re really stretching yourself, you’ll eventually be confronted with situations that seem completely incompatible with your personality, but if you want to be like Beyoncé, you have to find a way to get onto that stage.

Everyone says that parenthood changes you, but I one hundred percent refused to believe that one day I would be non-nurturing, sleep-loving, barely-self-suffient Brittney and the next day, I’d be Mom. I expected that being a mother to a newborn would require a Mama Fierce of some kind, but Everyone was right. "Parenthood changes you," and I didn’t need an alter ego for this.

britt

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

2015


This year I'll mail more pictures to my grandparents. This year I'll take better care of myself. I'll clean out the garage. We'll eat breakfast together on Fridays. We'll spend more time in the great outdoors. And, sure, in 2015 we'll shake things up, we'll twist and shout. But I'll say this at the close of 2014: Sometimes your course corrections are minor, and the very best way to start the new year is exactly the way you ended the last one.

britt



Monday, December 15, 2014

Going to Hawaii With A Wee Baby


A few months ago I found roundtrip flights to Hawaii for $300, and we made a split-second decision to just go for it. We felt like we were being crazy, but it turned out to be a great trip. Before we left we made a list of things we might like to do, and then every morning we gauged how much we were up for, and we went over the list looking for the day's activities.

And now, a lengthy post of my top ten favorite moments of our trip to O’ahu with Jack.


1. Waikiki Beach. My favorite moment of the entire trip was on Friday afternoon, when all three of us very, very slowly walked into the ocean. I held Jack, and Chris held Jack’s hands, and we backed into Waikiki beach. The whole process was quiet and sweet, and by the time we were all up to our belly buttons in the water, we were smiling and giggling. This was Chris’ idea (I resisted all afternoon), and I’m so glad we did it together.


Failure at getting two of Chris. Otherwise a total success of a picture. Another favorite picture on Instagram

eventual success

2. Dole Plantation Hedge Maze. I unapologetically admit that my second favorite moment was a tourist trap. We did the hedge maze at the Dole Plantation, and I loved every single second. Because Chris was in charge, it took us a little less than 45 minutes. We would still be lost if I had been in charge.


3. Our Celebrity Baby at BYU-Hawaii. The greatest tragedy of this vacation is that I didn’t document my third favorite moment. We had lunch with one of the young women from our ward who is a student at BYU-Hawaii. While we were on campus, a group of Japanese tourists chased us down saying, “Aloha! Aloha! Aloha!” then they pointed to Jack and motioned that they’d like to take a picture with him. We said yes, and all ten of them surrounded Chris, peace signs blazing, and took a selfie. This one moment has endeared the entire country of Japan to us for the rest of our lives.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Baby Blessings


My parents and grandparents came out for Jack's baby blessing. The blessing was tender and beautiful, and afterward we taught Jack that in our family, it is acceptable to eat an entire pint of ice cream in one sitting.

britt



Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Family Pictures at Foothills Park


Last night, an old friend asked if my life is "as magical as documented." And, I don't know, I don't want to be the tool who humblebrags her life, but when I told Chris about the conversation he said, "Did you respond, 'It's even better'?" That's why I love him.

We did a family photo session with Cassie Green a month ago, and the results are indeed magical captures of real moments and real emotions. Someday we'll have family pictures that make our life look better than it really is, but I look at these and see exactly how our life feels right now: golden, filled with light, and soft around the edges. 

britt