Let me introduce you to Sylvia before we bid her a formal goodbye.
When Steve returned from his mission he bought this car and affectionately named it Sylvia. It took him to Idaho and we met. It took him down and his belongings to Zion National Park and back to Idaho and Arizona and Idaho and Wisconsin and finally Arizona (not to mention all the roadtrips inbetween). We brought home three kids in that car.
He put 180,000 miles on it and documented when it finally rolled over 200,000 miles.
When we moved from Wisconsin – we both had silver Honda accords. The one I drove was a little newer and had less miles – but we sold it for a larger car and Steve held tightly to his car.
He had a long commute for several years and Sylvia took the beating – I kept suggesting a hybrid car that would save on gas. But he held tightly.
Just a year ago he played with the idea of a newer car but it didn’t make sense. This car was paid for and we weren’t dumping any money into it. He held tightly.
He literally owned it for almost 16 years and aside from regular maintenance and a transmission that went bad under warranty – it’s required nothing. It was the best car we could ask for.
And then two months ago, it was parked and someone backed into it at a baby shower. The hitch messed up the front bumper and grill and it bent and raised the hood just a bit (we even tried bending it back but it could only get it so straight.) Steve’s faithful car now required more money to fix it than it was worth. I always wondered when Steve would be willing to let go – and this was that moment. He was fine driving an old car that he kept looking nice – but in it’s damaged state he wasn’t such a fan.
We thought about keeping it for a few more years until Hallie could drive but we figured it would have some problems after it sat for a few years. It was time to say goodbye.
We sold it to a guy that may or may not fix it but he was in desperate need of a reliable car and he found it. I half expected Steve to change his mind and chase the guy down but instead he just watched in sadness as he saw the tail lights of the car one last time.
Isn’t it funny what we become attached to?! This car was seriously an extension of him!
He bought another car. Drumroll please…a newer version of Sylvia: A silver Honda accord! We have a winner. Hopefully this Honda will be just as good to him.
I’m the camp director for my church’s girl’s camp this year – its an added bonus that Hallie is twelve and gets to come along! (For girls ages 12-18)
When we first sat down as a committee to discuss theme ideas, we couldn’t help but jump on the Greatest Showman bandwagon since the girls sing it non-stop. Not to mention all the great themes woven throughout the movie that we could build on.
We had our camp kickoff a couple weeks back where the girls were introduced to the theme, we gave instruction for camp, had the girls race to set up tents, fill out waivers and make their payment, as well as vote on different things for camp including camp shirts.
The invite was Barnum’s animal crackers. (I love any calling that I get to design for!)
I’m not sure who had the brilliant idea of dressing up but I tried getting out of it a number of times. Which is funny because I love Halloween and dressing up. I was just looking at the long list of things to worry about and costumes weren’t high on the list. Luckily, there was someone who insisted we dressed up because it made a huge difference for the girls. We made a surprise appearance, with a special and dramatic entrance which included the lights out, a spotlight, Greatest Showman song and a choreographed little number. I was totally uncomfortable but we had such a great time. Camp is going to be fun with these ladies!
Here’s life according to our phones. Its not very often that I’m found in front of the camera. Steve’s intimidated by our nice camera and rarely picks it up, unless I get all the settings just right and then pose everyone and then hop in the picture and have him take it for me.
However, I downloaded pictures from his phone and found a few on there I’m in. He’s much more comfortable with his phone camera and he sees the need for me to be in a few pictures even if its me sleeping – or with a unicorn head!
Steve, Hunter and Bennett attended a large scouting event where the kids got to participate in a number of activities. In the target practice, Hunter was consistent and much better than Bennett. But little brothers don’t go down without a fight and although Bennett’s shots were all over the board. He did manage somehow to get one right in the middle. You can see the pride of beating his brother written across his face!
This is Steve’s special place – early in the morning, on the patio, studying the scriptures. It’s his “me” time.
Steve took the kids skiing – and it was Bennett’s first time. Even with ski school there was some frustration. I’m loving his new found love of emojis!
Steve came home for lunch. I already had the kids down for a nap and I was in work mode!
Poor Sylvia (Steve’s car) had a little accident. Someone backed into it while it was parked (more coming on that story). Sad day.
Steve takes Sunday morning breakfast to a new level. The kids love every bite of it.
Not sure what this picture is but can best be described with one word – shenanigans!
Hallie and her friend (and all the girls her age in our church) went to an etiquette night with boys the same age. They also learned how to dance with boys – quite the eventful night!
These four boys – can’t wait to see what life is like when they’re all in junior high!
Our chalkboard art for February which turned into March and now April.
Not sure how much longer we’ll have towel babies, but they’re the best!
Greatest Showman for camp kickoff featuring the bearded lady, tattoo queen, ringmaster, albino and strong woman. We had a great time.
That’s a wrap!
I went back to the Crayolas this week. These are the markers I learned on and they’re the cheapest to practice with. They’re easy and forgiving – but they don’t blend like the Tombows. Unleash the inner kid!
This smirk is something I see daily. Sometimes he does it when he is trying to make a point. Sometimes he does it when he thinks he knows what is going on in a conversation but he really doesn’t. Sometimes he does it when he’s trying to hide something. Sometimes he does it when he’s caught you eating cookie dough out of the fridge. It’s his universal smirk – the smirk that says everything.
The funny thing is this smirk usually goes along with a number of hand gestures. When he’s caught you doing something his hands are on his hips. When he’s trying to make a point he moves his wrist in a rolling motion – he’ll stop talking but his wrist keeps rolling as if to note that his thought still continues. When he’s trying to hide something, both hands come up in the air as to indicate confusion.
He is our most animated child and has distinct mannerisms (like every kid) that make him unique. I love when I capture them in photos.
Nikon d750 | 85mm | ISO 320 | 1/250 | f2.8
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