I'm not famous, but my big brother is bound to be!

Read about my brother's Disney-purchased screenplay . . . it's sure to be a delight once it's made. I am definitely a proud younger sis, and thrilled to live vicariously through his success. Way to go, Josho!

And FYI: he was the one that thought up and pitched the whole PIRATES (of the Caribbean) idea to Disney. But since he was working for them, he didn't get paid even one cent. Or get any credit for it. Of course someone else wrote it, but they still liked the names Will, Elizabeth and Jack (his names) . . . and the general premise. So if you know me, you're really only 3 degrees away from Johnny Depp. (Kind of.)

Just Thought I'd Say HI

I've been feeling quite barfy lately (especially at 12:21 am this morning when I awoke to the heeby jeeby queazies . . . luckily my trusty orange bowl was at my bedside.) I'm currently burning a few holes in my mouth sucking on Sour Patch Fruits---not the kids, the little fruit-shaped ones. I've been craving them for a few weeks now, but never bothered to do anything about it. I mean, a craving for watermelon or a turkey sandwich, or pickles seems worth a trip to the store. But an outing to get SOUR PATCH FRUIT SALAD? I mean, where do you even find that? Or justify the gas to go get it!?~

So yesterday I had a fabulous outing with my sister Susannah and my mom, who had dutifully flown from SLC on a moment's notice to help me out while Jon was off galavanting with 2 of his BFFs on the Cali coast. Anyway, we went out to lunch at a superb new Sacto hot-spot and then decided to go to the chi-chi (shi-shi?) shopping center adjacent to the restaurante. I enjoyed the over-stuffed easy chairs in Talbots whilst me madre enjoyed trying on cute clothes for mission #2 to GHANA. I fessed up about my craving for Sour Patch Fruit Salad to Sus, who replied that she had never even seen that, and good luck finding it anywhere, and couldn't I just settle for Sour Patch KIDS? My reply, "absolutely not."

Cut to 15 mins later. I decided to head into David Berkeley---a very exclusive deli/gourmet food store/patisserie---which I had only heard tale of (and tasted sandwich of) but never gone in before. I don't get to this side of town too often, so I thought I should take the op to case the joint. When what to my wandering eyes did appear, but:

SOUR PATCH FRUIT SALAD!!!!

Friends, the Gods of Maternal Cravings were with me. There were exactly 7 canisters of bulk candy in the entire store, and one of them belonged to said desire. I immediately asked the counter lady for help and explained how grateful I was to David Berkeley for supplying my most desired/weird food fantasy. I always feel like I must explain everything to everyone, which I realize is a handicap---people really don't care. I told her I was pregnant, blah, blah, blah, and then she looked at me and said, "YOU BETTER TELL YOUR DOCTOR THAT YOU'RE EATING SUGAR." I asked her if she was joking, assuming she absolutely was. She wasn't. I should've said, "you better tell your doctor that you're a smoker," (it was obvious) but instead told her that she should add some chocolate covered gummy bears to my order. HA.

And now I'm not sure if I'm feeling better or worse than when I started. I guess it doesn't matter. I'm performing some pretty serious business here. I think I've worked up the hunger for a turkey sandwich with extra pickles.

*****Addendum: I forgot that I hadn't mentioned how pregnant I am. Best guess is 12-13 wks. But I'm not sure because I wasn't paying attention. And I don't get to see a Dr. until August 2nd because of stupid insurance malfunctions . . . so I'm praying they're going to say, "Land's ALive! You're 22 weeks!" (Yeah right!) I'll keep you posted.

OH Gracious!

Esther LOVES makeup. Recently she obliterated 3 lipsticks, and a set of eyeshadow. This is the scene I found the other day after a curiously long spell of silence. I lifted her up to the mirror and said, "Do you like this? Or is it a little bit freaky?" She answered: "A little bit fweaky, mama." I actually think it's one of the cutest, most hilarious things I've witnessed in a long time. Love ya, Est!

A few things . . .

1. I'm pregnant.

2. Check out this website. Brought a big smile to my face, even though I'm totally nauseated right now.

Catching up on June

So I haven't blogged for a freakin' eternity. This past month has brought a lot of excitement: Lime Kiln State Park in Big Sur with lots of Utah and Cali family members, visits from fun friends and family members, a 5th birthday party, and a week in South Lake Tahoe with Ben, Becca, Bella, and a brief visit from Susannah and co (sadly lacking pictures of their portion of the stay).

So this is a little photo essay. That's all I have for now. More later. LOVES, chi

The Ultimate Bubble Bath

I LOVE vacation!

South Lake Tahoe 6/13-6/20 with Harmons (Ben, Becca, Bella)

Beautiful s-i-l Becca with beautiful baby belly.

Underwear heads!

Post-lake outfits in the Galilee parking lot. (We found a private beach owned by an Episcopalian church called Galilee. It was our Sunday worship to sit in the sun, skip rocks, and enjoy the beauty at Galilee.)

Loving the thrift store purple SaltWaters. Loving the bubbles and luminescence of the water.

Three darling girls on the beach . . . Leah, Estie, and cousin Bella.

It's quite fortuitious that our one-week vacation in Tahoe ended the day before the huge and disastrous fires started. It was so beautiful . . . and sad to think of all of the destruction. I'm glad nature has a way of healing itself.

Just exploring.

My Jonnie and my Bennie (younger bro) on the beach at Lake Tahoe. 6/14

I love the illuminated Nemo sippy cup for some reason.

On the way to Lake Tahoe. Leah is quite the budding photographer.

Leah's 5th Birthday Party . . . very low key and manageable. The most creative thing we did was decorate foam visors. I'm liking low key these days.

Mud Masks with Ethel and the girls---June 8

Serious Hiker Chicks!

Stay away from the Poison Oak!

Ain't she sweet? Lime Kiln, June 07

6/1: Family photo op at Lime Kiln State Park on central Cali coast, aka Big Sur, aka fabulously beautiful