Tell You [a] Little Story

The context: My thumb nail cracked down the middle, so I've been cutting the nail short short short so it doesn't snag and crack even more. Doing so caused my skin to crack, a nasty deepish sort of skin crack that made the whole area tender and was beginning to even throb a little. A quick heal did not look promising. Lotion definitely wasn't going to do the trick. The miracle: The internet, which is where I took my problem in hopes of a solution. In ten seconds I found a solution. The solution: Superglue. Apply a dab to the cracked skin. A seal protection is immediately formed. The pain disappears. The challenge: Try it. You'll love it.

I usually fall asleep, or fidget thinking about the time wasted factor, or am annoyed at the cost to get in, or find fault in the plot or the acting or the gratuitous sex or the makeup (ahem, Twilight) -- I know, I sound like a lot of fun, right? -- so it's always a joy as well as a surprise when I find one that I love, or at least really really like. Love to find movies I love. Today I very much enjoyed I Am David in my basement while I folded mountains of laundry. It was beautiful thematically and visually, sweet, hopeful, and just really well done. Life-affirming, yet not insipid. I feel a tad dumb that I didn't know about concentration camps in Eastern Europe after WWII. Bulgaria? Does everyone know about those? Another lovely, lovely thing happened today and that is that my sister delivered two precious little boys so that I could have more nephews. Wasn't that nice of her? I can't wait to meet them.

What is the best "band" game for the Wii? Rock Band? Guitar Hero? Should we hypothetically get the Beatles edition, or just buy the regular and buy the Beatles game? Will our kids destroy the instruments in 30 minutes flat? Are there songs on Rock Band 2 with bad language/themes that wouldn't be appropriate for kids? This conversation is just between you and me, right?

We took the kids to a new-to-us restaurant last night: India Palace on Center Street. It was very delicious. Mango lassis , vegetable samosas, um, who am I kidding, I can't remember the dishes' names. We entertained Neil's favorite line of questioning, which goes something like: if you had to choose one ethnic cuisine to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, what would it be? What a fun game that is. The waitress at India Palace was rather smitten with Norah. She: touched her cheeks multiple times played with her hair picked her up out of her chair and tried to get her to sit her bum up on the top of the chair, I guess so as to be eye level with her spoon fed her rice multiple times Really, this all happened. It was all done with lots of smiles and playful looks, plus she was ever such a nice Indian lady; but I am perplexed that I let it all happen. You know? Norah immediately shut down through it all, and looked very uncomfortable. And I let this...

Calvin is a month old. (And he's wearing a cute onesie by Miss Angela Jane . Pants bequeathed by Charlie Bones , and blanket via the very kind Stephanie .) PLUS! What we came up with an hour or so before trick-or-treating from the dress-up box, special thanks to Mrs. Pam Craig and her creative prowess from years past that made some of it possible. (Here is where I admit to the world that I don't have my children's costumes planned and sewn weeks, months, or even days in advance...But I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me.)

Remember when this girl was born? So do I. Now she's three and a very sweet and spunky big sister.

Stuff keeps going missing around here. Important stuff -- arguably, the best stuff we have: keys to the van (lost at the doctor's office. what?!) Steve's BYU ID card (which he takes with him on bike rides for the purpose of helping the paramedics quickly identify his mangled and/or dead body after an accident) one of Calvin's favorite pacifiers (where do those things go?) my tweezers I'm most distressed about the tweezers. I really hate making unplanned trips to the store to just get one thing. Steve says, "Christmas is coming" in case I opt to let him replace them for me. I say, "Won't you love your unibrow wife come December."