a blended life

Here's a few pics of Hannah. I feel like turd right now-we are all sharing a lovely cold-so this will be short and a little dry. Hannah spends her mornings with Grandma while I practice for my recital. The arrangement is working out well-I am getting a lot done and Hannah is very attached to her 'gamma'. She got to sit on dad's lap during Leah's school program. Hannah takes a while to warm up to people, but once she decides she likes you, you are IT. I took the girls to the Festival of Trees-a fundraiser for Primary Children's Hospital. Families donate these trees, usually in honor of a child or loved one who has died. My favorite was a tree decorated in cowboy gear, for a little baby boy that passed away. A sign next to it said "Heroes aren't supposed to die." *sniffle* This picture is of Hannah's favorite tree (because it's orange, one of her favorite colors). Hannah wants to be just like her big sister. She keeps asking when she can go...

This post will be mostly about Leah, because she's providing the most interesting material these days. If someone reminds me I'll do a post about Hannah in the next day or two. *DAILY PONTIFICATORY MOMENT* They way I see it, there are different levels of interest regarding stories about other people's kids. Level One: The Grandma Level. Interest is high and they never get sick of pictures, stories, daily anecdotes, etc. Level Two: The Distant Cousin Level. Interest can be high if the story is good enough, but usually the listener is feigning interest and only wants occasional pictures and updates. Level Three: The Sean Day Level. No interest, and you can't even feign interest. Most people have enough tact to stay out of this category. There might be sublevels, too, but I don't have the patience to get into that. Okay, having said that, here is what Leah is up to lately: She decided that Hannah was no longer allowed in 'her' room (a broad term since Leah is s...

I'm having the same problem with blogging that I usually have with journal writing-I get behind and I don't want to take the time to revisit the past, so I don't do anything. Now that I said that in writing, it sounds really lame. So I'll start with what happened today, and if by some miracle I get post some pictures of previous events and whatnot...well, let's not get too excited. I'm one day at a time right now. So here's a small itinerary of how my Tuesday, December 8th looked: 5:00 am - Up with Hannah 6:00 am- Hannah asleep, up with Leah 9:00 am- schlep through a foot of snow to practice the piano at the church 10:30 am - leave church, previous tracks covered up with new snow 11:15 am- Piano lesson in north Provo 12:30 pm - Van stuck in piano teacher's driveway, in between an Audi and a hoity toity wrought iron fence. 1:00 pm - Get pushed out of sticky situation by two strange guys, run errands 1:30 pm- Van dies at Toys R Us. Get jumped by a strange ...