March 30, 2011

THE DAY YOU THOUGHT YOUR LIFE WAS OVER



Dear Brooklyn,

Once apon a time we went to Mike and Camilles house.

And you got your own bowl of ice cream.


And you loved it.


And devoured it.


And thought your life couldn't get any better.


And then it was all gone.


And you thought your life was over.

And then Mike broke out some mini Reese's eggs.


Could it be true?


Yes! Yes! It is true!


And life was good again.


And you no longer wonder why your dad calls you "chubs".


The End.

Sincerely, Lori


March 29, 2011

WAITING AND WAITING




Dear Brooklyn,

Today you stared out the window, waiting for your dad to get home from school.


Then you spotted someone riding a dirtbike in the field across the street.


You thought it was your dad and started clapping and saying "Dada, Dada, Dada!"


Then I told you it wasn't him, so you went back to waiting.


Very soon he got home and chased you around the house and tickled you until you couldn't laugh any more.

You love your dad so very much.

Sincerely, Lori


March 28, 2011

OUR ONE NIGHT VACATION



THE BLIZZARD WE DROVE IN ON THE WAY TO YELLOWSTONE.

Dear Kurt,

We spent last night in West Yellowstone with your family.

We drove up in a huge blizzard. We drove back in a huge blizzard.

And it might have snowed the whole time we were there... I can't be sure because we never went outside.

We just stayed inside and acted like twelve year olds.

We ate tons of junk and ruined our dinner.

We wrestled and dunked each other in the swimming pools.

We rolled around in the snow and then jumped in the spa.

We shut each other in the hide-a-way bed.


We had breath holding contest, to which you royally cheated and still lost.

Brooklyn ran around like a crazy person and hung out with Grandpa a lot.


For being there for less than 24 hours we got a lot of random fun in. It was a nice, yet short, little vacation.

Sincerely, Lori

P.S. Remind me to get all the pool pictures from your dad so I can attach them to this letter later.


March 27, 2011

STYLING SUNDAY: WEEK ELEVEN




Dear Kurt,

I got lazy this week.

I had a hard time getting out of my pajamas this week.

And sometimes I didn't.

I blame it on the snow and rain. Boooo bad weather!

Where is summer?

Sincerely, Lori


March 26, 2011

FRIDAY NIGHT BOWLING



KURT BOWLING.

DANIELLE BOWLING.


Dear Kurt,

I loved our Friday Night date.

We went up to Rexburg with Clay and Danielle to go bowling.

We use to bowl all the time there when we were first married. Back then we were stinkin' good at it. Now we could use the practice... or at least I could.

It was lots of fun. We ate pizza and bowled a few games.

You and Clay did what boys always do: tried to out-do each other.

WAITING FOR OUR TURN TO BOWL.

I even beat you one game! (This me not rubbing it in.)

We should go again soon.

I love you.

Sincerely, Lori


March 25, 2011

GUEST POSTING TODAY



HERE IS A CLUE OF WHAT I AM GUEST POSTING ABOUT

Dear Everyone,

Today I am guest posting over at I Heart Rachel.

Her blog is all about things she hearts, and today I wrote about something I heart.


Sincerely, Lori



March 24, 2011

WHAT THE....?





Dear America,

I cannot believe that you tried to get rid of Casey Abrams on American Idol!

Casey Abrams!!!!

Seriously?

He is not only my favorite (by far) but one of the few that I can actually stand.

And Naima wasn't even in the bottom three? What is this American Idol world coming to?

Now I am going to be completely honest with you: I do shoulder some of the blame. I never vote. Mostly because it would be completely worthless seeing as I DVR the show and watch it later.... but, I will change my ways and text in my votes next week.

There should be a way to cast negative votes. Naima bugs me so bad I would rub my thumbs raw texting in those types of votes.

And yes, I am bitter about this whole thing.

Sincerely, Lori




March 22, 2011

MY MOMMY'S BIRTHDAY



Dear Mom,

Happy Birthday!

I wish we all could be there to celebrate with you.

I love you so much.

Sincerely, Lori



March 21, 2011

TOE PICKIN' FUN




Dear Brooklyn,

You have this weird obsession with picking lint out of your toes.

It's really kind of cute, actually.

Only you could make lint-picking cute.

And when you get all the lint out, you decide your toes are clean enough to eat.


Yum.

Sincerely, Lori



March 20, 2011

STYLING SUNDAY: WEEK TEN








Dear Everyone,

I mentioned last week that this weeks Styling Sunday was going to be a theme week. And the theme is Things That Were Gifted To Me.

Here's the rundown:

Monday - My mom hand knitted me these amazing fingerless gloves! I am in love with them. They are super cute and warm. Thank you, mom! For once I am glad I live in cold weather so I can receive them.

Tuesday - Another thing from my mommy. What can I say? She loves me. It's the brown shirt with the buttons.

Wednesday - Notice the amazing necklace? My sister, Christina, made it. It is so cool! I spent three days trying to find something to wear that did this thing justice. She made herself one too and she blogged about it here.

Thursday - My lil' sister, Kimmy, lives in Florida and works at the great Walt Disney World. After she moved there I immediately asked her to watched out for a super cute sweatshirt for me. She found this. I love it so much, one time I wore it everyday for a week until Kurt asked me to finally wash it. I added some mickey ears this week to make the outfit complete.

Friday - No picture for Friday but I wore cute black shirt my mother-in-law gave me.

Saturday - For our one year anniversary, Kurt surprised me with this very cute coat that I had been eyeing at Target forever. I love it soooo much.

Sunday - I have been wanting a man's watch for a long time now so one day I called up my dad and he sent me pictures of his "watch graveyard." I chose this one for three reasons. 1. It really was my favorite. 2. It was the only watch in the graveyard that still worked. 3. It is the same one that my dad currently wears everyday. I think it's pretty stinkin' adorable that my dad and I have matching watches.

Sincerely, Lori





March 18, 2011

DUMB LOVE



Dear Kurt,

I was looking through some old hand written love letters of ours and found this little gem:


It made me laugh.

I think I epitomized the saying "dumb love." The fact that I put "where" instead of "wear" is proof.

I'm 99% sure that I wrote this around the beginning of 2008. And there is a whole drawer full of ridiculousness just like this one.

I love it.

Love. It.

Sincerely, Lori



March 16, 2011

WHERE PHONES GO TO DIE




KURTS PHONE IS ALL TAPED UP SO IT WON'T CUT HIM.


Dear Kurt,

We kill phones.

We are where phones come when they commit crimes only punishable by death.

When a phone kills another phones mom, it comes to us.

And we take it from there. It's quite astonishing how quickly we can carry out the punishment.

Two days ago you sent your current phone to our personal phone graveyard by dropping it on the ground and shattering it's screen.

Today my phone died a horrific death by drowning in the toilet (which is personally my favorite way to kill em' off.)

Oh, yes, we kill phones.

But in all seriousness, it was quite embarrassing to make our way into the Verizon store with our heads down like we were five years old and about to tell our mom and dad that we hit a baseball into the neighbors window.

When you saw our friend and neighbor, Tory, who manages the store, he asked "Did you break another one?" and all you could do was hold up two fingers. As in: we managed to not only break one phone this week but we took out two.

Luckily, the guy helped us out (he always does) and sent us on our way.

Now, we are bound and determined and swear up and down that our next phones are going to have a long, drawn out sentence and maybe after a while they will get out on good behavior (ours not theirs.)

Sincerely, Lori

P.S. Did you open the blinds in the office? I'm pretty sure all the neighbors caught a good glimpse of my birthday suit.







REMEMBER WHEN...




BROOKLYN - FIVE WEEKS OLD. PHOTO BY DANIELLE

Dear Brooklyn,

Remember when you were teeny, tiny and oh, so fragile.

Remember when your eyes were so big and that was all anyone ever commented on.

BROOKLYN - ONE WEEK OLD

Remember when your binky covered almost your whole face because you we so small.

Remember when you would nurse and nurse and nurse because I was starving you with my almost non-existent milk.

BROOKLYN - THREE WEEKS OLD. PHOTO BY CHRISTINA

Remember when your dad and I had no idea what to do with a baby. And it showed.

Remember when you would sleep for hours in my arms and I would just sit there and stare at you.

Remember when every gurgle and noise and smile warranted the biggest squeal from me.

BROOKLYN - ONE WEEK OLD.

Remember when you would break dance during your tummy time when you were only a week old.

Remember when a small part of me wished I could go back in time and re-live all those wonderful moments.

Remember how I love you so much. And I always will.

If you only remember one thing, remember that.

Sincerely, Lori


March 15, 2011

OUR WEEKEND ADVENTURES.




Dear Kurt,

While you were in Vegas watching a whole crap-load of basketball games, Brooklyn made our way down to Pocatello to stay at Jill and Jedd's for a couple of days.


We had lots of fun except I'm pretty sure Brooklyn turned into a little bully. Usually she is the one getting pushed around and getting her toys taken away but this weekend she was the one doing the pushing and taking.



So in between time outs we did a lot of other fun stuff. Like:


Going to walks in the gorgeous weather.


Playing inside and relaxing.



Playing across the street at the park.


Having a navy blue stripe morning. (Only because I slept in my outfit from the day before and then didn't get out of my jammies for most of the day.)


And going to Grandpa Walker's birthday party (Jedd's grandpa) where Brooklyn sat and watched the BYU game with him.

We also did a lot of missing you, but I am glad you enjoyed yourself even though you weren't that impressed with Vegas as a whole.

Next time you go on a trip we are coming with you. Capeesh?

Sincerely, Lori