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Conference Weekend Cabin Contentment


We have officially taken our first trip with Dominic. At the wise age of 4 and a half months, he has now slept somewhere other than the hospital or his home. We spent a night at my parent’s cabin in Midway with some family. That night was a bit of a disaster.

Little man went to sleep at 8:00 pm.

I left the bedroom door open (Dom’s pack ‘n play was set up in the walk-in closet), and went to sit in the family room with Maren and Laina. The husbands were not home yet from the Priesthood session of General Conference.

After about an hour, a baby was crying. All three moms looked at each other with bated breath. Who’s kid was crying? “It’s mine,” I said. Dom had woken up. It was 9:00 pm. After popping a binkie in his mouth, he seemed to settle down and go back to sleep. Phew, I thought. I joined the women on the couch.

The boys got home with food (more on that below) and we started eating until there was more crying. It was Dom again. It was around 10:00 pm now. Nathan went in and got him back to sleep. Eventually, we went into the bedroom, collapsed on the king size bed that was the creakiest thing I have ever encountered, and went to sleep.

There it was again: Dom crying. It was around 1:00 am. I got up and nursed him. He had a hard time, though, due to his stuffy nose. I thought I had him back to sleep and put him back into the closet. I was wrong. For the next three hours, Nathan and I made attempts to get him back to sleep. I started to cry in frustration so Nathan took him out to the living room so that I could sleep for a bit. Then Dom finally fell asleep. Sleeping on his side, he could actually breath through his stuffy nose. Nathan put him in the pack ‘n play and we went back to sleep.

Dom woke up at 5:30 crying. I nursed him again and he went back to sleep.

He woke up for the day around 7:00 am. I felt INVIGORATED.

Okay, so the night was a disaster, but the other part of the weekend was pretty fabulous. We drove up Saturday morning and Dom slept the entire 40-minute drive. We met up with Thane, Laina, Hobbes and Alice who had come up the night before and now had the TVs on, watching General Conference. We joined them sitting on the squeaky king-size bed, attempting to listen to the speakers, but paying more attention to the children. Eventually, Maren, Dustin and Campbell joined us as well.

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Mick, Tracy, Annie, Emma, Abe, Jane and Kate came up late Saturday afternoon, but not to the cabin. They were staying in a little suite (courtesy of Opa) at Zermatt Resort. We took advantage of this by going to the pool. In case you can’t tell, it was steamy by the hot tub and fogged up my camera’s lens. All of the kids enjoyed their swim. Cousins like swimming. And clearly, Maren and Campbell couldn’t care less about the “wait 30 minutes after eating to swim” rule. I bet Michael Phelps doesn’t wait to get in the pool after eating. Just saying.

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Remember how I told you that I would expound upon the food that the men brought home after the priesthood session? Good. This is where I am going to expound. The guys brought back Mexican food. It was A LOT of food. We needed to take a picture of it all, right? I climbed up on one of the recliners and told people to say cheese. Good job, Maren.

After we finished all of the food, we had to take “fat” pictures, right? RIGHT! I am surprised that Dom didn’t wake up from the laughing. Everything’s so much funnier when you’re sleep deprived and filled up on so-so Mexican food.

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When we returned home from the cabin, the bag filled with Dom’s toys and books was left on the floor in our front room. I asked Pogi if he would please unpack it. He didn’t do a very good job of putting ANYTHING away. One day, perhaps, I will get that cat to do something USEFUL.

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What’s On Bin Laden’s Hard Drive?


Sunday night, Nathan and I turned on the TV to watch Celebrity Apprentice. But we were surprised instead to see that there was breaking news and in a few minutes, President Obama would announce the death of Osama bin Laden.

Seems to me like Obama wanted to show Trump who’s boss and make the announcement at the same time as his show. Take that Trump.

Anyway, regardless of political affiliation, it was exciting news and sure took long enough.

Today, I read that they confiscated technology from the compound, too, and were going through all of the information. So what do you think was on bin Laden’s hard drive? Maybe he had some games installed to pass the time like Solitaire or Texas Hold ‘Em. Maybe he liked to spend his time on photoshop, editing images to show pictures of himself traveling the world instead of hiding out. I dunno. He didn’t have internet so he couldn’t waste time on Facebook.

That’s all I have to say on that point.

Most of our weekend was spent enjoying our busy schedules. On Friday night, we had some free food at a ward dinner. Nathan did a good job of getting an awkward table talking about how people met their spouses. The first counselor in our ward went over to his now wife’s apartment to ask her roommate out, but she wasn’t there. So he ended up asking out some other girl and eventually married her.

We were the only blind date at the table.

Saturday, we woke up to snow and all I could think was how excited I was to play soccer in that. Luckily, it warmed up enough to melt the inch that fell and we played in some patchy sun that afternoon. Dad came up with a plan for our corner kicks in that game that worked out, in a very roundabout way. Lindsey’s goal was to stand in front of the goalie so she couldn’t see the kick very well. Maren would take the kick and drop it in around the six yard line. My goal was to come running in and head it into the back of the net. So in the second half, Maren went over to the corner once we’d earned a corner kick and was all ready to execute the plan, but then, just a second after she’d kicked it, the ref blew his whistle and went running in by the goal where Lindsey was sprawled out on the ground.

Apparently, the goalie didn’t like Lindsey so she plowed into her from behind.

This led to a penalty kick in the box. Linds didn’t want to take it so I was picked, stepped up and scored.

So you see? In a roundabout way, it worked. Poor Lindsey, though.

After soccer, and after getting cleaned up of course, we went to Jennie and Jarv’s to help out with Claire’s friend birthday party. Let me tell you, helping little 8 year olds paint pillowcases at the kitchen table is a messy task. Somehow, I avoided getting any paint on my clothes, but no so for the little girls.

Sunday, all of the family got together for some dinner at Mick’s and then went to Claire’s baptism. It was great to hear her play the piano for a musical number while we were waiting in the chapel for our turn to go to the font (there were five children total so we went in groups). And then the best was seeing her so happy during the entire service. Yay Claire!

So we had a fabulous weekend spending time together, getting some exercise (also went together and lifted weights on Friday night), and seeing some of our family.

Simply an Account of the Weekend


I need to make new headers for these entries. It’s not so much Larrie’s World anymore as it is The World O’ The Elkins, or something. Turns out, I am selfish with my blog headers. Honestly.

Having a sick husband is no fun. It’s no fun because, when it’s the flu, there’s really little I can do to help him feel better. Feeling helpless, I tell you, is not my favorite feeling.

When I’m sick, it’s all I can do to get out of bed. I have a high pain tolerance for things like sprained ankles or dislocations, but feeling sick really puts me down in the dumps. I would have had a hard time feeling well enough to still go out to the movies if I had the flu. But my husband is a trooper.

Quick update for you of our sick-with-the-flu weekend:

  • I’m a mean wife so I made Nathan go to the clinic to see the doc. The verdict: the flu. The treatment: rest, fluids, ibuprofen, time.
  • We watched The Social Network at home on Friday night—pretty good movie where somehow, you end up feeling bad at the end of it for one of the youngest billionaires.
  • Saturday: slept in. Ah.
  • That afternoon, I went to a bridal shower for a girlfriend and as she opened gifts, I kept thinking, “oh good luck figuring out what store they bought that from to try and return it.” Makes it sound like we returned tons of gifts, but really only a few. Those few just happened to be from unknown stores or, perhaps, something they’d kept in storage for perhaps a decade just waiting for a wedding to take it to. Maybe 🙂
  • Made a list of things to do on the little whiteboard on the fridge, but didn’t get around to it. Things to do in the evenings this week instead now.
  • Fell asleep watching the documentary, Kicking It. Did YOU know that there is a homeless world cup? I just kept thinking, how stinky would those players be after their games? Oh dear.
  • Met up with Maren, Dustin, Mom and Dad for a “high class” date that started with food court dinner, then watching the movie, Rango (my review: random, really random), followed by sharing McDonald’s fries back in the food court before going home to bed.
  • Sunday, sat in really uncomfortable chairs for Stake Conference, but Elder Keetch told some really interesting stories for his message. I stayed awake the entire time. It’s tough to do when the chairs get uncomfortable sometimes.
  • Made some Belgian waffles for lunch and did not like the batter recipe. Maybe it was foggy out and that messed up whatever I did to mix it all together. We ate them anyway and Nathan was an extra kind husband and cleaned up the dishes.
  • Sunday afternoon nap. Ah.
  • Birthday dinner for Emma! Mick and Tracy provided delicious barbacoa pork salads for dinner and we finished that off with homemade tollhouse pie, also delicious, and Maren’s creation.

Wow, we still did so much despite Nathan feeling so sick. See how nice he is? Still doing all of these things we have on our schedule because he wants to make his wife happy? I’m a lucky duck.

Happy Birthday Hubby!


We celebrated Nathan’s birthday on Friday. He started his day by getting up at the butt-crack-of-dawn (can somebody tell me the origin of that phrase?) to get ready for another fabulous day of teaching and I am pretty sure that I made him a lunch (it’s hard to remember anything before 7:00 am).

I spent much of his birthday at home with my laptop sending emails and doing other work-y things in order to earn my paycheck. For my lunch break, I went to the store to buy dinner.

Tangent here (surprise): it’s a bit of a daunting task cooking Nathan a birthday dinner. I couldn’t let him cook his own, though, and for some reason, I just didn’t think it would be as intimate if we went out to eat somewhere. I consider myself an able cook, but I know that my husband easily surpasses me in that skill. From what I can currently tell, though, I am still competitive with him in the baking category. Phew.

Tangent done.

Back to birthday celebrations.

After work ended for the both of us, we were at home while I finished up the cooking and, after being pressed, let Nathan help out some.

Then Jennie brought her fabulous little crazies over to wish Uncle Nate happy birthday and they brought drawings for him. Beautiful little creations. The drawings and the children. And my husband.

Shortly after they left we ate the birthday dinner. The menu consisted of grilled NY steaks, mashed potatoes, roasted cauliflower and green beans with pancetta. Mmm, pancetta. I cannot for the life of me recall what we had to drink. Pink Powerade? It’s possible.

I made a total mess in the kitchen, between all of the cake making, garlic chopping, pancetta dicing, cooking, frying and waltzing.

I had all sorts of good intentions to clean it all up before the cake and ice cream party, but I didn’t quite get around to it. Instead, we just ignored the full sink as family showed up: Dad, Mick, Tracy, Emma, Abe, Jane, Kate, Ryan, Locke, Maren and Dustin. It was a good sized gathering for our little condo.

Pogi hid most of the time.

Scaredy cat.

The cake turned out nice and moist (everyone’s favorite word) although according to Abe, it was “really rich.” Some of the kids washed down their cake and ice cream with popsicles.

Eventually, Kate went and found Pogi who surprisingly was happy to play with her and the feathered stick she waved about for him.

Little Locke made the most noise. He must have realized that it would take a lot of effort to be heard over the older children. You have to really fight for attention when there are Campbells around.

Eventually we said goodbye to family only to meet up with many of them again on Sunday night for dinner at Mom and Dad’s and more birthday cake. The family sang a rousing happy birthday (as always), we enjoyed red velvet cake, and then everybody took turns telling Nathan all of his amazing qualities.

At first, I thought it was a strange family tradition which we started only in the last few years. We go around the room and each person says something nice about the birthday person. Seemed like forced compliments, right? Turned out, though, everyone was actually sincere (with only a few random jokes tossed in for the sake of balancing out the cheesiness), and we’ve kept up the tradition since then.

I wonder if it surprises my parents ever that their kids actually like each other. Thinking back on all of the fights, punching, kicking sand in faces, broken bones, stitches, and banisters yanked out of the wall, it might seem a bit surprising.

Anyway, I loved hearing what everybody had to say about the birthday boy. Sometimes, my family really is quite nice.

Happy Birthday, Nathan! Lucky me to be married to such a young hottie.

What would YOU do with Veggie Straws?


Enter the caption contest now! It’s so exciting isn’t it? If you need the rules for this supposed-to-be-weekly contest, click here: Caption Contest Rules Shmules.


Last Contest’s Winner: Lindsey, congratulations! I had this image from her caption of Hobbes drinking coffee and all of a sudden, his hair just stands on end. It probably said ‘boing’ when it happened, too. Like in a cartoon.

Shout out for Linds: I was telling a story to my boyfriend the other day about reversing down an alley our senior year of high school with boys chasing us on foot, squirt guns in hand. We should probably sit down one day and write together all of the stories we remember from that one weekend playing senior assassination: breaking into LeBlanc’s house, setting up Andrew to get “killed”, reversing down alleys, our long list of who had who, sleeping at Tracy’s mom’s, holding the bedroom window shut while Weed tried to get in and “kill” me at Alison’s, Alison’s birthday dinner at RedRock, the incident with Marianne, etc. etc. Those were the days…

There IS Such Thing as Too Much Soccer


Let me share with you a quick summary of the schedule that I followed on Saturday.

1:00 a.m. Get home from bike ride to Arts Fest and Gateway for movie, and shortly fall asleep in my contacts.
6:30 a.m. Alarm wakes me up.
6:50 a.m. Leave house mostly dressed in soccer gear to drive to West Jordan and finish getting dressed on the freeway (thank you cruise control, I am safe).
7:20 a.m. Arrive at soccer fields, put on shinguards, wonder why my contacts are blurry.
7:35 a.m. Soccer game begins; we are very tired, but manage to win 3-2 and somehow my jersey and shorts have dirt on front and back.
9:30 a.m. Watch our division 2 team play the game after ours (I’m on the division 1 team and we all try and cheer for each other); realize that I have dirt in my hair and under the elastic waist band of my shorts.
11:30 a.m. Leave the soccer fields.
12:00 p.m. Wash off all of the dirt.
12:35 p.m. Arrive at Mick and Tracy’s to watch the sad, sad U.S. vs Ghana World Cup Game… sad.
3:00 p.m. Fall asleep on the couch in their basement.
3:30 p.m. Wake up; play with kids, talk to siblings and Mom.
5:30 p.m. Make a trip to REI with Maren.
6:30 p.m. Get home and change back into soccer clothes.
6:40 p.m. Go to Cami’s “birthday bash.”
7:30 p.m. Leave the bash to drive to indoor soccer.
7:40 p.m. Arrive at soccer to learn that all of the games are 40 minutes behind because of a major injury in a previous game.
8:50 p.m. Finally start playing my game originally scheduled for 8:10 p.m.
9:50 p.m. Go to Tony’s Bar for Cirbie’s birthday party.
11:00 p.m. Leave Tony’s Bar to drive back to indoor soccer.
11:20 p.m. Play soccer game that was originally scheduled for 10:40 p.m.
12:10 a.m. Play fourth soccer game of the day that was originally scheduled for 11:30 p.m.
1:00 a.m. Leave indoor soccer to go home, shower and go to bed.

I want you to know that I have come to the realization that I am on too many soccer teams. This is a very sad thing for me to admit because I play soccer with all of my friends. I am addicted to the social aspect of it. Thankfully, my body is happy for the cardio although it is unhappy for the sore muscles.

I told one of my friends that I won’t be playing with her for the next indoor soccer session. It was a sad conversation for both of us but it had to be done. My back and toe have since thanked me. I’m glad they did because I did it for them, not for me.

I am in a group on Facebook. It’s called “I Can’t I Have Soccer.”

The end.