Recently, I've noticed that something was munching on my basil plant. This morning I took a close look among its branches, and eventually spotted a big, green leg. Then another. Then four more. They all belonged to this guy:
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
A Family of Many Talents
Sorry it's been a few days since our last post - we just got back from a weekend with the Sorensons up at Lake Arrowhead.
Joy hadn't seen Uncle Andrew in several months (he was doing an internship in Kenya), but she warmed up to him immediately when he offered her the car key.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Daddy's Girl and the 100th Post
When Joy heard that our HUNDREDTH POST was coming up, she decided she'd better do something special.
Now, now--sit down and stop all that shouting. Joy's not quite crawling yet, but she has figured out how to get up on all fours and flop forward a bit. Needless to say, her parents were duly impressed.
You may notice the measuring cups and spoons next to Baby's knee. Obviously she didn't find those terribly captivating (maybe that will change once she comes to associate them with cookies).
You may notice the measuring cups and spoons next to Baby's knee. Obviously she didn't find those terribly captivating (maybe that will change once she comes to associate them with cookies).
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Fun in the Sun
It's been ridiculously hot in So Cal lately, so Baby and I decided to cool off in the pool this afternoon.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Gossling Family Reunion 2007 - photos finally compiled
For anyone who wasn't at the Gossling family reunion this year (ie, anyone that reads this blog and is not member of said family), it might interest you to know that I sort-of volunteered / got volunteered to compile all of the pictures that everyone there took on their digital cameras during the entire week into a single set of family reunion photos, and then to distribute those photos back out to the families.
I have finally finished the compilation, DVD/CD burning, and mailing process, which resulted in a set of 1300 photos and video files spanning just over 4 GB of disk space. Having looked at most, if not all of the photos by now, I want to share two or three of my favorites.
I have finally finished the compilation, DVD/CD burning, and mailing process, which resulted in a set of 1300 photos and video files spanning just over 4 GB of disk space. Having looked at most, if not all of the photos by now, I want to share two or three of my favorites.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Rookie of the Year
I've always viewed baseball as a rather wimpy sport. Players stand around the field, or sit in the dugout until it's their turn to bat, at which point they have about a 1 in 3 chance of even reaching first base. No one but the pitcher even works up a sweat, right?
I gained a little more respect for ballplayers today. When I originally heard that local wards were organizing coed softball games, I didn't pay much attention because I have minimal athletic skills (to put it kindly). Then my neighbor Jessica told me that the rules require a girl to bat every other time, and there were so few females on our ward's team last week that she had to bat multiple times each inning. She made it sound like our team needed women. Any women. Even uncoordinated women who haven't played since junior high (i.e. me). So this morning Phillip and I donned tennis shoes and baseball hats, then sallied forth to ye baseball diamond.
Today's game actually went better than I expected. I learned it's ten times easier to catch a softball with a glove than without (who knew?), and I managed to not strike out any of the TEN ZILLION (OK, more like twelve) times I went up to bat. Jessica is out of town this week, so Lisa Larsen and I took turns batting between the male players. Once I crossed home plate just in time to pick up a bat and face off with the pitcher again. Exhausting but fun.
Of course, I don't want to keep all these good times to myself. So all you female readers (and any males who feel so inclined), PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come join us next Saturday. No skills or experience needed - Lisa and I hadn't played in fifteen years (that's each, not total).
Incidentally, I forgot to have Phillip snap a picture of me at bat (perhaps next week), but here are a few shots of the best-looking player on our team:
I gained a little more respect for ballplayers today. When I originally heard that local wards were organizing coed softball games, I didn't pay much attention because I have minimal athletic skills (to put it kindly). Then my neighbor Jessica told me that the rules require a girl to bat every other time, and there were so few females on our ward's team last week that she had to bat multiple times each inning. She made it sound like our team needed women. Any women. Even uncoordinated women who haven't played since junior high (i.e. me). So this morning Phillip and I donned tennis shoes and baseball hats, then sallied forth to ye baseball diamond.
Today's game actually went better than I expected. I learned it's ten times easier to catch a softball with a glove than without (who knew?), and I managed to not strike out any of the TEN ZILLION (OK, more like twelve) times I went up to bat. Jessica is out of town this week, so Lisa Larsen and I took turns batting between the male players. Once I crossed home plate just in time to pick up a bat and face off with the pitcher again. Exhausting but fun.
Of course, I don't want to keep all these good times to myself. So all you female readers (and any males who feel so inclined), PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come join us next Saturday. No skills or experience needed - Lisa and I hadn't played in fifteen years (that's each, not total).
Incidentally, I forgot to have Phillip snap a picture of me at bat (perhaps next week), but here are a few shots of the best-looking player on our team:
A Few Fun Baby Pics
Just thought I'd share a few fun pictures of Joy. Cuz that's what you do when you're a first-time parent with a digital camera.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Fuzzy Tongues
A while back, my mom gave us a book called "That's Not My Puppy." It's about a little mouse looking for her puppy, but each dog she encounters either has a tail that's too fluffy, or ears that are too shaggy, etc. Linguist mom appreciates the adjective instruction, and Baby enjoys patting the aforementioned shaggy ears.
In a book store the other day, I noticed another book in the series: "That's Not My Dragon." Now THAT is a book we needed in our family library. As you can see, Joy was as eager to devour it as I was.
In a book store the other day, I noticed another book in the series: "That's Not My Dragon." Now THAT is a book we needed in our family library. As you can see, Joy was as eager to devour it as I was.
The book was both fun and educational. For example, I was aware that dragons could have scaly wings and knobby claws, but who knew they could have fuzzy tongues? The things you learn from children's literature.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
It's All Relative
We've enjoyed a lot of extended family time the past few days.
Cousin Emily and her son Andrew are in town, and they joined us for dinner at my parents' home yesterday. Baby Andrew is only a few months older than Joy, but he's about twice as big (sorry - the picture doesn't show that well). His daddy's friends call him "Tank."
The other Andrew (my brother) returned from Kenya last week. Here he and the other menfolk discuss weighty matters (like the 20 pounds Andrew left behind in Africa - he says they eat healthier food and smaller portions there).
This afternoon, Baby got to spend time with Grandma Hendrickson. It's hard to get a picture of Grandma's face because she's always busy looking at Joy. Can't say I blame her.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Good Reception
This evening we attended a reception for Phillip's cousin Scott Hendrickson, who married Amanda Marks at the LA Temple earlier today. I hadn't seen most of Scott's family since my own wedding, but I have tried to keep in touch with some of them through our blogs.
. . . this lovely young lady: Nicole's daughter Hannah. As you can see, Hannah is really enjoying the food. The caterer was stupendous. I'm not usually one to get all excited about rice pilaf, but I could live on theirs.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Sitting Up For Herself
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