sister night.

We made scones with devonshire cream to celebrate our sisterhood with our two dear sistered friends...and then we delved into the nostalgic sentiments of the past with Little Women. It was a charming night...a necessary night.

Scones:
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/3 cup sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
2 tbsp (or so) cup cinnamon (opt.)
8 tbsp unsalted butter (chilled or frozen)
1/2 cup raisins, nuts, chocolate chips, apricots etc. (opt.)
1/2 cup sour cream
1 large egg

1) preheat oven 400 degrees
2) mix dry ingredients and then grate butter into the mixture. Use your fingers to work into butter. At this point you can include the raisins, chocolate chips, nuts etc, if you so choose.
3) in a separate bowl whisk sour cream and egg until smooth.
4) Using a fork, stir sour cream mixture into flour mixture until large dough clumps form. Use your hands to press the dough against the bowl into a ball.
5) Place on a lightly floured surface and pat into a 7-8 inch circle about 3/4 inch thick. Sprinkle with remaing 1 tbsp sugar. Use a sharp knife to cute into 8 triangles (like a pie), place on cookies sheet (preferably lined with a parchment paper), about 1 inch apart. Bake until golden, about 15-17 minutes. Cool for 5 minutes and enjoy!

electronic meat.

Saw Electronic Meat tonight...pretty fantastic. Check out there show dates and music here... http://www.facebook.com/electronicmeat?ref=ts

moments from a summer road trip.

A few moments from my 21st birthday trip up the coast to Spokane with Kori and Elise, and then a visit to the Clarksons in Colorado...

ode to mothers.

I thought I'd share a story of the cutest, most lovable..albeit craziest, and most energetic kids. First, Calvin shoves something (yet undecided) down that vent thing they have and I couldn't see it, let alone retrieve it. Secondly, we jumped on the trampoline...all. day. long. and, being the good Narnian Aslan I was, with them on my backs at times. Thirdly, while giving the boys a bath, Thompson sat on the countertop and waited for her turn. I heard a crash and next thing I know, glass was all over the counter, into the bathtub and onto the floor. I did a rescue bath evacuation and shooed the kids out so I could clean up the mess. While thus occupied, a naked little Owen and freshly pajama-ed little Calvin find the sponge paints. Yes...the sponge paints. I caught them just in time to spare their torsos, although Calvin's white pajamas took a hit with a black sharpie. Then, I found poor Thompson crying in bed over breaking the vase... the "special" vase.
"Why is it special Thompson?"
"It's...ittt's.. the vaa*se *gasp* wee...hold our floooooowweers in!!!!!! ah...*gulp*"
Yes, Thompson, that one was way more important than the vases you don't hold flowers in.
And then Taylore walks in right after I get everything cleaned, sans the boys painted hands. I explain the night, and she gives me a sweet, understanding, hug...what a darling...that's all I can say.

one night...it happened.

After a day of Schubert, a geographical sign language lesson with the best teacher (Sandon Larson), and baby sitting Owen and Calvin, while watching them explore our house for the first time, turn my wrapping paper into light sabers and my backyard into a Narnian sea, Shelby and Rebecca came over to watch the dearest most charming movie, It Happened One Night. Goood day.

kellie.

My beautiful friend Kellie...I thought this was too lovely not to share.

beautiful knots.

I am having one of those days where I am in deep self interrogation, just short of self deprecation. Just as I feel like there's no other way I can possibly accomplish things better, communicate clearer, or love people dearer, I hit a knot...a huge knot of soul-questioning and an awkward guilt. Although highly unpleasant, confusing, and mind reeling I have concluded that knots keep me maturing, keep me digesting, and thinking...keep me alive. Knots are good for identifying just how little I know, just how dependent I really am, and for highlighting areas of sin that, if I had continued to plod thinly and weakly along as a string, would have been dead and numb to seeing. They negate me from getting too settled in my limited understanding or apathetic way of loving, and identify my status of fleshly versus Spirit led living. When I hit a knot, I'm coming to learn that it doesn't mean there is something wrong with me, it means the gears in my soul are awake and doing their job at making me aware of my needs and shortcomings. Therefore, I thank you beautiful knots, thank you revealing confusion for sparing my soul once again. That's all dearlings.