Saturday, May 24, 2008
Jessica, I used a chicken recipe from the cookbook you gave me. Thanks
Elliot's birthday is tomorrow. He's the kid who made me a mom. He was born at 1:23 in the morning, and didn't breathe for a long ten minutes -- until the hospital's respiratory therapist on duty was summoned and she came in and slapped his little foot hard. He cried. And I cried. And Steve cried.
We had a birthday party for him today at the local skating rink. Elliot is good at roller blading, so we try to encourage that talent at all costs. There was a grandpa at the rink who looked an awful lot like LaVell Edwards, so I kept staring at him to see if it was him. I don't think it was. There was also a large group of older tweens and their forty-something skating mentor who was teaching them how to jam skate. Should I sign Elliot up for some lessons? They didn't do too many tricks, but when Britney Spears' Piece of Me came on, they all got in a long line that stretched halfway around the rink and skated in synch. It was sort of impressive, for tweens. At the roller rink.
Last night we had some new friends over for dinner. We had met them at the park a few weeks back and talked for a long time. We specifically talked about how they -- being non-Mormon new residents of Utah -- might discover that the Mormons are friendly enough here but are so caught up in their busy family and church lives that it will be hard(ish) to make good friends. We exchanged numbers, and then Steve and I promptly became so caught up in our family and church lives that we didn't call them. Doh. They called us, and we quickly invited them over... to show them that we aren't like that. It was nice. They have a cute four-year-old who plays well with Isaac. I made a dinner that was pretty good: breaded chicken, breadsticks, fruit platter, cheese, and Izzes to drink. They, however, may have brought more to our dinner than I provided. They brought: a lovely hostess gift of lotion and perfume, Fritos and a fiesta dip, a pistachio cake, grocery store frosted cookies, and dollar store swords for all the kids. Yup. I think they contributed more to our dinner than we did. The wife reminded me a LOT of Jenny Christensen, for those of you in my vast readership who are lucky enough to know Jenny of Kennewick fame. Also, her mannerisms reminded me of my friend Alyssa.
This is all pretty random. Even when I have nothing to say, I sometimes force myself to blog at least once a week. This is that time.
Happy birthday to Elliot tomorrow! And to Katie. Hope you have a great day!