Nutmeg

I've always wanted a bunny. Always, always. When I was little, I wore my bunny suit for Halloween after Halloween. I signed my name "Marilyn Bunny." I drew bunnies all over my notebooks and binders at school. I thought I WAS a bunny. As an adult, I have learned to stifle this obsessive bunny-loving. Sort of. But I still love them so much!

Once when I was about 10 or 12, my friends got together to buy me a bunny for my birthday. They got permission from my mom. Then the permission was retracted. Tears were shed, mine and theirs. We blamed my mom (though it was probably my dad's doing?) for shattering all my bunny dreams. She told me I could get a bunny when I grew up and had my own house, but when I grew up and had my own house, I suddenly understood. It seemed like a lot of hard work to have a bunny. I thought I would probably just always have to love them from afar.

Then, on Christmas, I unwrapped this:

"Perfect size for your rabbit," it says. Which is odd, as I don't have a rabbit.

Make that didn't have a rabbit.

Sam, bless him, knew the deepest desire of my heart. He did the research and the information-gathering and the shopping around, all the things that were too daunting for me to have ever undertaken them. And the next day, we set out to get my bunny. We had several appointments to look at bunnies and choose the right one.

I knew him as soon as I met him. He is the little brown one on the end, snuggled up with his furry black brothers. They're just 7 weeks old. He hopped out of his box and I picked him up. Does it sound silly to say I loved him immediately?

I still don't know how to take care of a bunny---I am trying to learn all I can. Sam keeps having to talk me down from the "what-if-we-can't-make-him-happy??" ledge. Sam promises we will make sure every bunny need of his little bunny nature is attended to. I worry because there are so many, so many of us, and I don't want to traumatize the poor thing. But I have taken a cue from Seb's first-grade teacher and told the children that we all have to be extra quiet and sweet to each other, so as not to scare the bunny. We'll see if that works.

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Candlelight, angel-light, firelight, starglow*

Tree-shaped stars!

December raced by so fast this year that many of our traditions had to be sort of incidental---things happening on the way to other things, or sandwiched in between other things. Luckily I get great satisfaction from efficiency, so combining trips feels like a benefit rather than a drawback. :) I was particularly happy that one of the boys' choir performances in Salt Lake fell on the last (relatively) warm day before the dark winter descended, so after the performance, we enjoyed the downtown lights in (relative) comfort.

Cute little choirboys

City Creek (we love this fountain)

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Three Velvet Bugs

Having three little girls is a delight I never imagined I'd have, and they constantly surprise and amaze me. They are such funny, smart little people! Of course I have them match whenever I can (they still like it, for now)! While wearing this dress, Junie told her grandma, "I'm a velvet bug." I suppose that makes them all velvet bugs!

I love Junie's expression

Not sure what the wide-mouth is all about

Daisy thinks Marigold is her own little baby

Sweet hugs

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December

I made these Star Wars people (?) into ornaments and then gave them away

But I didn't give this Nativity Set away!

We got some good snow for sledding

Temple Square Christmas lights

Cold-day picnic, before the snow

Malachi's birthday

Santa Lucia

Choirboys

This was cool---in conjunction with their book about the Candy Bomber (or Brother Halvorsen, as I fondly know him) Deseret Book had an interactive display where you could put a parachute into a long system of vacuum tubes and then it would shoot out and you could catch it. Fun!

Luminarias

Matching Christmas dresses!

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Matching

For awhile now I've been compiling pictures of Daisy holding things that match. It's a particular pleasure to her when she finds such things (she especially likes if there's a big one and a little one, but two-just-the-same is also nice) and she always reacts with an excitement that is quite delightful to behold. Even when she could hardly talk, she would say, "Mommy! I match it!" every time she encountered something that (even slightly) resembled something else. Then she'd run to get the counterpart of whatever-it-was---because, obviously, something that matches is no use unless you actually put the things next to each other.

She got the little penguin for Easter, then bought the big penguin with her birthday money from grandma (other candidates for this money were "a rainbow dress" and "a beehive").

Little phonebook, big phonebook

Matching books (she will even remember book designs across library trips, and if we've already returned the "matching" book when she discovers the one that goes with it, it's a sad day)

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Small things

I've been crocheting like a madwoman the last few months. I love to have something relatively mindless to work on while I'm doing something else! And these are especially fun because they are small and come together quickly. I made these little Star Wars people into Christmas ornaments and gave them away. It was quite hard to part with them, especially Yoda (whom Junie calls "Yota"). I got the adorable patterns on Etsy. I have the jawa too, but I haven't made him yet.

I made a nativity set too, which was really fun. I love the kings holding their ball-y gifts! My friend Rachael said she couldn't even conceive of what a crocheted nativity set would look like. Now you know!

The kids love playing with them, especially Daisy, who also has the failed Princess Leia and the strange-looking thumb-Baby that I made. She loves them, poor misshapen things that they are.

I'm learning a lot by making these, too, and getting better as I go. It's interesting how whenever you start doing a lot of something, you realize how much you still have to learn about it. I'm so grateful for online tutorials! They help fill the void left by my dear departed grandmother, who died before she could teach me to crochet. Of course, my mother taught me to knit when I was young and I've pretty much forgotten that, so I suppose even a live grandmother would be no guarantee of proficiency . . . :) I would like to re-learn knitting someday, but it seems so complicated . . . TWO needles??!

I'm not sure about Mary's mouth. I might take it out and do it with a lighter pink. All the mouths have given me no end of trouble! It's hard to hide the ends and to get the placement right.

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Now he is six.

This picture was taken through the front window earlier in the summer, as we sat on the porch swing and felt someone watching us. We turned around to see this little elf-face peeking out in the dark. Is he in bed when he should be? He is not. He is padding down the stairs to find us and ask us to "come give him a hug and kiss in a while."

That Malachi-guy! He is so sweet, so smart, so happy, so delighted with himself and with the world around him. His kindergarten year has been full of new discoveries and new interests, but he still loves rockets and birds and the color green. He still wants to be an astronaut someday, but he also allows for the possibility of being a mineralogist or a volcanologist or a geologist or a seismologist. Really, I have yet to find something he isn't interested in. We watched some videos of tsunamis and I asked if they were too scary or if they were going to give anyone nightmares. "They'll give me goodmares," Malachi, who loves such things, assured me.

Green lights, his favorite color

Malachi's picture of a city skyline---most of the skyscrapers had to be tiny so the really tall one would look tall enough, he said. Then there's also the building that can blast off into the sky and turn into a rocket ship.

Malachi's model of Frank Lloyd Wright's "Fallingwater"

Looking uncertain in front of the weather green screen at the museum

Building a marble track on peg board. He was SO persistent at this, trying and rebuilding again and again until he figured out a way to make the marble land in the cup.

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Half a year is better than none

Bright, wide-eyed little baby Goldie! She can't be awake for five minutes without someone picking her up and hugging her. We can hardly believe it's been six months since she joined us---but then, we can also hardly believe there ever wasn't a little Goldielocks to cuddle and love. We made a cake for her half-birthday (Angel Food for our little angel, not that she got any of it) and the other kids insisted that we should dim the lights, sing, blow out a candle, the whole works. They love, love, love their Marigoldie and she loves them too!

 

This is such a typical look for her---wide eyes, raised eyebrows, an expression of great interest. She smiles the instant you make eye contact, but it's hard to make her laugh---a nearly silent, open-mouthed *erk* is the most we can usually get from her, even with our most hilarious tricks. Not that that stops us from trying!

She most dearly loves to eat her own feet. I love it when babies do that.

We love this girl!

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