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Monday, November 5, 2007


October has been a busy month for us here. We’ve had two birthdays - mine and Marin's, visits from Glam-ma Harris and Grammy Kuhn, trips to the pumpkass patch, Halloween party at our house with some friends from the ward, Trunk or Treat at the ward, new calling for Daniel in the Cub Scouts, cutting more molars, finally getting my NC license, Registering the car in NC, finding out that our auto insurance policy had fallen into some kind of black hole and disappeared into oblivion – they tell us that our policy never really existed – We’ve apparently been uninsured for the last six months (our checks were cashed, and we have all the papers showing that we should have been insured WITH THEIR COMPANY.) Oh, I almost forgot that Marin has now begun walking, a lot.

She's already much better than this video is showing. This was taken when she first started. Now she's all about walking everywhere and she'll only stumble when the concrete is uneven or on a hill.
That’s just all the things that I can remember while I sit here at my desk. I’m sure that I could come up with more if I tried. But I’d rather not be reminded of any more. Some of the chaos has been fun, some nothing more than a headache and some making me just want to end it all, but we move forward and November will be almost over before we know it. We are looking forward to Thanksgiving. Who isn’t? We are going to be heading to MI for the turkey dinner. I think I’d be willing to get myself to Alaska for a good turkey dinner. Mmmmm… I think that thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I think that it even passes up Christmas, but I’m not certain and if it does, it’s not by much.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Fun day at the park.

This month has just been so out of control busy. We've had no time to keep anyone updated on what is going on. We barely have any clue what is going on from one day to the next. This is why it’s become one of our favorite past times to head out to the local neighborhood park so that Marin can burn off some of her energy and hopefully sleep a little better that night. Here are two new shots of Marin playing on some of the playground toys.

The slide is fun, but the swing is always my favorite. I think that Marin likes it too.

I know that none of this has anything to do with Halloween, but I figure that we all may be a little Halloweened out. I think that 90% of the blogs that I’ve visited today have had a Halloween theme that still shows up on the visible opening page. Don’t get me wrong, we have lots of fun H stuff to report on and pictures to show, but maybe that will come in another week or so when it’s started to dye out a little. Don’t ask my why I’m doing it this way. Most of the actual reason is that I’m sitting here at my work desk bored out of my mind, so I’m posting but I don’t have any of the H pictures on my computer. They are all at home. So they will be coming soon, but not today.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Does this amaze anyone else?

In this corner, weighing in at a whopping 25 Lbs. and stretched to an unbelievable 32.5 inches, we have the unbelievable Marin-zilla.
Katie took Marin in for her 12 month check up today. The doctor could do nothing but laugh when she saw Marin’s measurements. It turns out that Marin, at her 12 mo. check up, is the size and weight of the average 22 month old child. She is the same size of a child that is two months shy of twice her age. The doctor assures us that she is perfectly healthy in every way, she is just really tall. She’s already tall enough to pull things off of the kitchen table. Like plates and glasses… it’s almost an accident waiting to happen. We’ve got to watch her like a hawk. She’s able to reach more trouble than any one year old ought to be able. Good thing that she’s so cute.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Hallow-egg Tutorial

We’ve done this a few different ways over the years. When we first started making these eggs, we started with some left-over Easter Egg Dyes, a sharpie magic marker and whatever else we could find to be creative.
Hard boil the eggs. Allow them to cool and keep them at room temp. Do not refrigerate the eggs after boiling. It will cause them to sweat when you are ready to color them. They take some work and you will have a ton that you think are just uglier than snot, but the pumpkins are always easy. (Great for kids) Not much to it. I’ve never done it, but you may be able to use some Tie-Die tabs from an arts and crafts store if you don’t have any extra easter egg dye lying around. But it will probably stain everything badly. This year we used some of the absolute cheapest acrylic pain that we could find at the craft store. $1/tube. I don’t know how the acrylic paint would work on the eggs because this year we used fake wood eggs. (So much better and less temporary, but took us a few years of passive searching to find. {Thanks Holly})
This whole project is a lot of fun, but there are really no good instructions, just lots of creativity. Another thought may be to head to a creek bed and collect a few nicely rounded stones and then paint them. This could be fun because the jagged edges could make a good witch face… like I said, be creative, it’s more fun that way.
We are considering getting some clear lacquer to cover the eggs so that the paint won’t rub off onto each other. (this probably won’t matter with the temporary hard boiled eggs)
Have fun and post pictures if any of you decide to make them.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Dancin' Muchine II

This is a fun one. Marin loves to dance, (as mentioned before) Here we caught her Droppin' it like it's hot into some poppin' and lockin'. She's got some pretty sweet moves. Aparently her new favorite movie is High School Musical. Katie and I were not really fans, but it was worth it to see her jam out to the ending credits.

Tis' the Hallo-freakn'-ween Season

Katie and I decided to get crafty this year. Instead of making award winning pumpkins,
We decided to mix in some easter. We painted some awesome halloween eggs. It was the coolest FHE in a long time. Katie's are the ones that actually show some tallent.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Play Time

These are some of our new favorite things. The swings at the park are so much fun. Marin likes them too. But she likes them best when I (Daddy) am pushing her because I am so much more reckless than Katie is. Katie keeps her safe and I teach her how to potentially injure herself. I’m such a role model. The other day Marin slipped in the pool and went under for a split second. Katie was on her before the splash peaked and when Marin was safe in Katie’s arms, instead of terror, I was proud. Proud that she could go under and not come up screaming from terror. She did so well. She coughed a little, but not a tear was shed. That’s my girl. We’ll have you swimming on your own in another two weeks. Woo Hoo… Here is another fun video clip for your enjoyment.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Getting excited for Halloween

Anyone that saw Holl-Balls last year will recognize this costume.

Here is a better one.

Dancin' Muchine

So there is one thing that we love to try and get Marin to do because we think that it is so funny. From day #1 she has always seemed to be very picky about music. When we would play something she would either get really happy or really angry (we think that this depended on whether or not she liked that particular style of music. In the beginning she seemed to like the more classical style. Nothing too pop. And by classical, I mean classical composers. She also seemed to be choosy about who was singing it. She hated church hymns. They would make her so angry. Well now a-days, she is not so finicky. It does not even have to have a beat and she will instantly get a big grin and start to shake what her mamma gave her. She even likes it when I (Daniel) sing to her. If you have ever heard me sing you know that it’s bad. (Heather, do you remember that time after church when you waited with me when I was going to meet with the bishop for my mission interview. I’m still scarred by the look on your face when you heard me try and match a note. I still remember, “Maybe your tone deaf? Hi Ya’ll!”) Anyway, Marin loves any kind of music now. It does not matter how distant the source may be from her if she hears a tune, she will stop everything and listen. Then she will do her dance. This is what we find absolutely hilarious. Some of our ward friends once spotted her standing on the church pew dancing to the prelude music in a cute little dress and are still laughing about it two weeks later. We keep trying to catch her on video, but she gets really distracted by the camera. Here is a cute example of her being stubborn.

This is all the dance that we’ve got so far.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Counting my many blessings

I am apparently more of an “all or nothing” kinda guy than I ever knew. You all wanted to hear more about my work, so now I can’t stop thinking about what I can post about work. I’ll share one more work story for now. Then I need to get back to cute pictures of Marin. I’ll try to diversify my postings from now on. Mix it up a bit.
So as you may assume from my previous post that there is not much about my job that really gets to me. For the most part, I have the worst behind me and now I’m moving forward. (At least I feel better believing this.) Truth be told, there is one thing about my job that I really despise.
It is the untimely death of an infant or child. Nothing tares me up inside more than this. Some days it’s all I can do not to bust into tears myself when I sit in a room with some, almost was, parents and try to help them in any way possible. Knowing that there is not a thing on earth that I can do but watch them suffer. I cannot help but imagine myself in their shoes and it will instantly break my hart. Today I helped a Dad say good bye to what would have been his first child. His first son. Mom was still in the hospital bed recovering while Dad was doing his best to take care of business. Turns out that Nate had only two more weeks to go till full term. For all intents and purposes, he appeared to be in perfect health and development. “Just a fluke thing” said the Grandma. Not “just a” anything says me. The amount of raw emotion and feelings could not possibly be summated into a “just a” phrase. I look into the eyes of this parent or any parent that loses a child and I learn one thing, THIS IS PAIN. I am so sorry.

Its days like this that I am so happy to know what I do. That families can be together forever. On top of that I’m comforted to know that innocent children are just that… innocent.

So do with this what you will. You may file it away into the deepest nether regions of your mind and only think of it when forced to for some reason, but I think that the truth of the matter is that we should all at least think of things like this from time to time. It reminds us all to feel. And not just for ourselves. I’m sorry to have been the blogger buzz kill.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

This one is for Linda

I am pretty sure that there is not a single person that views this blog on purpose that does not already know that I am a Funeral Director for a living. It’s funny, but I really don’t ever, or have not yet, gotten tired of all the questions that people have. Most people feel like they are being a burden by drilling me to satisfy their morbid curiosity. The truth of the matter is that I really do love my job. I don’t get tired of the conversation because I know that I’m still just as curious as most people asking the questions. The only thing that will instantly drive me to absolute anger is when someone finds out what I do and their instant reaction is that of disgust followed by their drilling Q’s. I am not a lesser person because I do what I do. First, I provide for my family, and so far we are not eating from the dumpsters. Second, I see my job as a sort of sacred trust. If the body is a temple, and I thoroughly believe that it is, then I am providing the service of caring for someone’s most sacred possession when they are no longer able to. Third, anyone who has lost someone close to them knows that it can be one of the most difficult times in their life. It is my honor and privilege to do my best to help a family along their personal grieving process. I am not a counselor, but can certainly be a comfort to the family that has no idea what to do and how to do it. I am a director. Now to you, Mrs. Wife of the bishop’s councilor, how many “Thank You” cards have you received in your life for helping someone with one of the hardest things that they will, hopefully ever, have to go threw? And furthermore, I didn’t say “EW!” to YOUR face when I saw that you had apparently volunteered to store 1/4th of the worlds butter supply under your skin, and then ask you about what it is like being so fat! That would have been extremely rude. And FYI – I just got another thank you card in the mail today.
Now, no matter how much I do enjoy my chosen vocation, there are certainly days that I wish that I had stayed at home in bed. Lately it’s been pretty mild. But I do have some good stories to tell. Most of you have heard my best one, but as this is for Linda, the rest of you can get a repeat.
The following is not really for the faint of hart:
Working for a short time in San Francisco was so great for good/gross stories. For example… There was this one lady that I happened to get the short straw on. She was a heroine addict and had O.D.’d after sneaking into an empty room at one of the homeless hotels in the city. Now, just imagine the stench that a homeless hotel would have. Now, imagine how badly decomposed a body would be in order to overpower the rancor of hundreds of homeless packed into a single small building. The only reason that anyone found the body was because they started to smell her. They estimated the date of death to be about 14 days before they found her. Next, imagine this, heat will speed the rate of decomposition. Mid July in California. San Francisco can stay cool, but sometimes it does not. The latter was the case. Homeless hotels do not have air conditioning. Neither do they have fly traps. Now for some math. 14 days + dead body + flies = Fat Maggots!!! EVERYWHERE!!! But we’ll come back to that. Let’s talk briefly bout some science of a dead body. The vascular system of the average human body only holds enough blood to fill 1/3rd of its capacity. Since the heart keeps the blood moving it’s able to circulate and never settle. When the heart stops, the blood will settle to the lower third of the body due to gravity. When the blood settles it will seep all the way out to fill the capillaries in the skin to capacity. Then, because it’s not circulating, it will coagulate there and cause a permanent dark purple, black stain on the skin. The easiest way to understand this would be to think of a scab that forms under the skin on 1/3rd of the body. This is called a blood stain, or livor mortis. This is how they (cop shows) can tell if a body has been moved from the original scene.
So, if a lady were to O.D. and fall face forward on the floor. The blood would settle to her face (being on one of the lowest points) and stain it dark purple/black. Time makes the stain continually darker, unfixable and swollen beyond normal recognition. This was the case.
Now let’s get back to the maggots. Her arm looked like swiss cheese. There were so many holes in her from the maggots burrowing their way threw. It was one of the most disturbing and disgusting things that I have ever seen. Until 30 seconds later when we had to roll the body on its side so that we could put the water hose to her nostril and flush out her nose and mouth form the thousand and thousands of maggots that had taken up residence there. They were pouring out of her mouth and nose and every other orifice that you could imagine. And the stench was just enough to bring the strongest stomach inside out. As if matters were not bad enough….
This body was kept under near frozen conditions due to the advanced state of decomposition. We removed the body from the cooler and allowed the body to thaw so that we could embalm her.
As the body and maggots began to warm up, the maggots began to reanimate. They had not died in the freezer. They were just hibernating in the layers of their own lard that they formed from the consumption of rotting flesh. As they reanimated, they began to evacuate the deceased (we where pumping it full of Embalming chemicals) and wiggle onto the work table and then onto the floor. You could not step anywhere without a nasty crunching/popping noise. It took all that I had that day to not just walk away and never return. I do however feel fairly confident that the worst is behind me. So far so good. There was nothing about this poor lady that was not absolutely revolting. But that brings me back to the cool part of my job. I get to do my best to try and work some sort of incomprehensible magic and make a disaster into something that will be pleasing enough to let the family say goodbye. Sometimes that can be done and sometimes it can’t, but when I get hugs and thank yous and even tears of gratitude for the work that I do, suddenly it’s all not as bad as I thought it was. I really do love my job. And I think I’m darn good at it.
Now, Linda. Where is my invite?

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

This looks cool

I found this really cool you tube video so I thought that I'd post it.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Edible Dogs

So I have a good friend, many of you know her, that is absolutely obsessed with hot dogs. I find this kind of funny because I’ve known her for a few years now and I never really knew just how deep she was into her obsession. I thought that I knew her a little better than this. My bad. Learn something new everyday. Here is another thing that I learned, apparently I have a bit of a hot dog obsession my self. Maybe I’ll call it more of a fascination for a good hot dog than an obsession. Either way, there can be no denying the occasional urge for a good dog. When it strikes, there is no way to avoid it. I’ve tried. The craving will haunt me until I eventually succumb. My dog of choice will always be this-un. I find comfort in the thought that Kosher means Kosher.
Every once and a while, I will find myself in a pickle of a craving and unable to get to my trusted dog. For example sometimes I go to the fridge and find something sub par like those Oscar Meyer Cheese filled franks.

(Katie’s favorite) Barf!!! For some reason, they just sick me out. But she likes them so whatever. Now, the point that I’m making is that when I need a hot dog, I’ll even bring myself so low as to eat one of those mystery meat, mystery cheese? things that they call a hot dog. My head is lowered in shame. Please forgive me. Before I stop rambling, I want to make clear that there is one place and one place only that it will forever be acceptable to eat a nasty hot dog and have it taste like the best thing to ever have crossed your lips. You all know this well, it’s the dog that you pick up at a ball park with a bunch of good friends. It’s the place where you may no longer feel ashamed to indulge in a sick little pleasure and feel no embarrassment. I’ve decided that this reason, and this reason alone is why baseball is so popular. No one in their right mind would go to a game and subject themselves to such a long and slow torture unless the food somehow made it worth it. Isn’t that really what being American is all about, finding a legit reason for unhealthy food? Sounds good to me.
The End

Wednesday, July 18, 2007


I'm a little sorry to all my friends that log on to the site in the hopes of finding out how Katie and I are doing only to be inundated with info, pictures and video clips of how Marin is doing. This post will be no different. The truth of the matter is, Katie and I no longer have much of a life outside of Marin. And we love it. So again, I'm a little sorry, but only for you. Nothing in my life is more exciting to me than she is. So when you want to know how Katie and I are, your answer will be in Marin.
Marin had her 9 month check up today. Coincidentally she is 9 months exactly today. The doctor told us that Marin is the weight of the average 14 month old coming in just barely shy of 22 Lbs. In height she is the same as the average 16 month old. She is 31 in long. I can't give any percentages because she does not even show up on the charts for a 9 month old. So it's probably safe to assume that she is in the 100th Percentile? Simply put, she is just huge. As soon as she learns how to walk, I'm afraid that she'll already be able to reach the stove. That's bad news. But she is as healthy as an ox and no where near the size of one... yet. And simply because I think that she is the cutest Marinzilla to ever roam the planet, I'm including a second picture on this one post. Is that a forked tongue?

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Um… a Cheerio World?

So, when I was a little kid, there were a few words that my mind just could not wrap itself around properly. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, I was oblivious to my misuse of the English language… maybe being a child had nothing to do with it? Anyway, I’m sure that you all can understand in some way.
Cars and Cards to my five year old brain were the same words.
Picture and Pitcher. So on and so forth.
Now, for the last few days I’ve had that stupid Madonna song streaming in my head nonstop. You know the one “and we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl.” So now you get to have it in your head. Ha ha.
Well, when I was a child and heard this song, I associated it with what I knew. And since I didn’t know what a material world or material girl meant, I translated it to “and we are living in a Cheerio world and I am a Cheerio girl.” Try it some time, it works. “Living in a Cheerio world, Cheerio-o-o! a Cheerio world.” Blah Blah Blah. Now, that is what has been wedged between my two ears for days and this is why.

Now look Closer.

I was just trying to change her diaper and there it was, staring me right in the eye. Apparently it had found it's way down her shirt some time during dinner the hour or so before hand. (I hope) and lodged it's way into her belly button. Now She, like Madonna, is a Cheerio Girl.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Pointless Posting

1. Were you named after anyone? Not that I know of. But my middle name is Tyson because my parents wanted my first name to be Ty. The problem was that Ty Kuhn just sounded funny. So now I’m Daniel
2. When was the last time your cried? No clue.
3. Do you like your handwriting? I don’t really care. It’s not the neatest but it’s still legible.
4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Some kind of peppered turkey. Once I had a cajun spiced turkey and that was really good. But truthfully, most days I’d take a PB&J.
5. Do you have kids? Just one. Marin is almost 9 Mo.
6. If you were another person would you be friends with you? I think so. I like who I am now so maybe if I were someone else I would like me.
7. Do you use sarcasm a lot? I am trying to cut down on my use. I’m finding it to be a little juvenile and I’m trying to progress past it, but it sure was great. And I have a long way to go until I’m fully purged.
8. Do you still have your tonsils? Still do, but I wish that I didn’t. I get a lot of sore throats.
9. Would you bungee jump? Sure would. I have before and I’d do it again.
10. What is your favorite cereal? Healthy – Raisin Bran Crunch. Sugar – Reese’s PB Crunch
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Not unless I have to.
12. Do you think you are strong? Not really. Not for my size anyway. But when compared to the wee people of the world, sure.
13. What is your favorite ice cream? Bryers Vanilla Fudge Twirl. And I take every opportunity to remind Katie of this.
14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Confidence levels. How highly or not do they think of themselves. Or how open and approachable.
15. Red or Pink? Blue
16. What is the least favorite thing about yourself? I wish that I had more energy. That I would always need to be doing something.
17. What do you miss the most? Katie and Marin every time that I have to leave for work
18. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Grey pants and black shoes. I’m at work. If I had my choice I’d be wearing neither j/k. not really. At most I never want more than swim trunks and no shoes. Maybe flip flops or sandals.
19. What was the last thing that you ate? Some pretzels and water. Before that I had some oatmeal for Breakfast.
20. What are you listening to right now? Mostly silence. Or the keys of the keyboard.
21. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? This could be the dumbest question on this thing.
22. Favorite smells? Clean. You know that smell. I also like the smell of Cheese Puffs. They remind me of being a kid again.
23. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Susan Hobgood. Her mom died and I helped take care of her.
24. Favorite sports to watch: Lacrosse, Hockey and Curling - it’s really a lot of fun to watch.
25. Hair color? Light Brown.
26. Eye Color? Blue.
27. Do you wear contacts? Nope.
28. Favorite foods? I don’t know that I have a favorite.
29. Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies all the way.
30. Last movie you watched? Dream Girls. It was Katie’s pick on netflix. Before that it was the coolest movie ever… Transformers. Awesome!!!
31. What color shirt are you wearing? White.
32. Summer or winter? SUMMER.
33. Hugs or kisses? Kisses.
34. Favorite desserts? No bake Cookies. It’s been like three years since I’ve had them.
35. What book are you reading right now? I just finished The Golden Compass. Next I want to start The Subtle Knife.
36. What is on your mouse pad? The Road Runner.
37. What did you watch on TV last night? None. I know, shocking.
38. Favorite sound? Marin’s Giggle.
39. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles.
40. What is the farthest you have been from home? Mars.
41. Do you have a special talent? My knees and fingers can bend backwards.
42. Where were you born? Mechanicsburg, PA
43. What superpower would you like? I wish that I could fly, but not like a bird, like super man. Using no effort at all on my part. That’s how it should be.
44. Who is the one person that you wish would read this Crap? Erin Huband. Then she won’t be able to nag me about not posting on her schedule. Also so that she understands her place in my life as a blogger friend and little more. So Raspberry on her! Now don’t get your feeling hurt, you know that I love you and Chuck both. However, the ONLY reason for this irritating post, is you.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

More Pool Play

Katie is making me post a disclaimer that she did not know that the camera was going to pick up her voice as well as it did. But Marin is just too cute in the video that we can't not share it with family and friends. (if my family ever actually looks at our blog)

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Giggly Girl

This was a fun evening with Marin. By the time that we got the camera, she had actually begun to calm down.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Just chillin' in my flippin' sweet pool!

Home Improvements

Don't worry the stripes are not different colors. They are actually all the same color with a glaze that gives them a really cool color effect.

We decided to add some color into our drab lives. We can't take full credit for our paint or painting choices. We stole the idea from Katie's Aunt and Uncle. But we were inspired by brave souls who went before us, boldly adding color to their homes and lives. The Rooster is a painting that Katie's Dad painted. It's freaking sweet and looks awesome in this room with this red. Check out some more of his cool stuff on the link for Watercolor Backroads (shameless plug) on my friendly people links.

The color on this picture is a little strange it's a good shot of the room, but the rooster red is more the true color. Hope you all have enjoyed this short look into our sweet new home.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Going so green that I bleed spinach

For more than the last year, KT and I have been down to only one car. Something unfortunate went wrong with her car and forced an early demise. However; it was a Dodge, its demise was more than likely right on time. I really don’t understand why the American auto industry is having so much trouble. I’m only one of so many that prefers to have a really expensive product work when I need it to. Since then we’ve only had a Honda to rely on (I know, I’m nervous too. It’s not like it’s a Dodge.) While in Provo things worked out great. I lived a parking lot away from work and just walked so that KT could get to her job and later when Marin came along, she was never stranded at home with no way to get out. Now that we have moved to N.C., work is a little farther than a parking lot away, about six miles farther. We have loved so much only having one car (gas, payments, up-keep etc.) that instead of a new car, I have started riding my bike to work. I feel all responsible, like I’m doing my part for the environment. While that is all nice and good, it actually has nothing to do with it. It’s just a convenient bonus. Sometimes I wonder if I should feel a little guilty about being less than altruistic. Then I come to my senses. The cool thing is that it just happened to become an easy choice for us. In addition to single handedly saving the word of pollution by biking to work, our new home is an energy star home. This means that all of our appliances are working to save energy and money. We don’t even have natural gas piped into the neighborhood because the homes are built to be conservative and eco friendly. We just got our first bills and this seems to be holding true. The home has some special type of insulation that so far has been great. It’s 90+ outside and a cool 70 inside. This remains relatively constant unless we open up all the blinds in the home and let too much sun in. I’m really just blown away by how environmentally friendly we’ve become. Now we can walk around with our noses in the air and snub everyone that is not working as hard as we are to protect Mother Gaia. Just call me CAPTAIN PLANET.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Starting New

So for the last two+ years we have been living in Utah. The truth of the matter is that I am really sad to leave some great friends, but Katie and I both feel like our move to Durham has been one of the best decisions that we have yet made. Our ward is absolutely amazing. We've been there for almost two months now and we still have new people coming up and introducing themselves to us. Katie has been making some new friends by joining a group of girls in the Ward for morning walks twice a week. Last night we went to a small neighborhood BBQ. We met four other couples from the block and had a really fun time. We were the only ones with a child, but that was nothing more than coincidence. Everyone was so nice. We dig our neighbors. The coolest part was that all the ladies at the BBQ are professionals and working in full-time careers. They were all seemingly impressed with Katie for her desire to stay home with Marin. In a lot of ways they were way more supportive than just about any other group of people that we've encountered. It's really cool to be able to enjoy what you are doing and where you are doing it. Not to mention that the beaches are so close. Visitors are always welcome.

Monday, May 28, 2007

In the beginning...

Hello all. KT and I thought that this might be a better way to start keeping up with all of our friends. Let's face it... neither one of us really is all that good at phone calls. We look forward to sharing much love with you all and hope that we can provide you with at least some form of mild entertainment as you delve into our increadibly boring lives.