Two was a big year for our little guy. He became a big brother, learned to use the potty, saw a total solar eclipse, learned the hard letters in the alphabet (his favorites have always been P is for poo-poo, T is for train), moved to a new apartment, got his own room, and expanded his conversational vocabulary exponentially (read: he became a little word sponge, talking machine!). Continue reading “Boogie Turns Three”
Once in a while, I come out of my survival-mode, you-can’t-tell-now-but-I-swear-I-was-cool-once momlife and do something really awesome (thanks for the tip, Alice!). The Color Factory, a pop-up art exhibition in San Francisco, was one of those times. Complete with color-themed rooms, interactive exhibits, a scratch-and-sniff color wall and themed snacks, this was one experience our whole family will never forget.
Just peep the pictures. Continue reading “The Color Factory”
On August 15, the Church issued a revised statement about racism in response to the terrorism in Charlottesville. Its initial statement was too general; it left too much room for misinterpretation. The second statement states that “white supremacist attitudes are morally wrong and sinful.”
Finally, a statement about racism from the Church. I’m hoping for even more. Continue reading “White Privilege in the LDS Church: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack”
We had everything perfectly planned. We stayed in San Francisco, just fifteen minutes away from the airport – perfect for a 6:25 am flight. We woke up at 3:45 am and got to the airport with plenty of time to spare. We hustled all of our baggage, car seats, carry-ons and children to the counter at SFO (ever traveled with small children? This achievement deserves a medal), got in line, and waited to check our bags. 5 am – still plenty of time. I pulled up our boarding passes and &#@*!
We were at the wrong airport. Continue reading “Total Solar Eclipse”
Andy and I took our middle-of-potty-training toddler and our four month old on a two week roadtrip up to Olympic National Park. Camping with aforementioned potty-training toddler and our four month old was no picnic, let me tell you. Continue reading “Our Olympic Roadtrip”