Emmett Red Bed Head

So Eric's Dad, Ed, is an engineering professor at BYU and frequently has the hair a nutty professor should have.

We call it Ed Red Bed Head.

We are crossing our fingers that Emmett inherits some of Ed's genius, not to mention his athleticism. But there is one gene that I am certain has crossed over:

His Hair.

From the rooster tail in the back to the cowlick in the front,

their hair is identical.

I think the title can now be passed down....Emmett Red Bed Head.

Spreading Cheer

These brought me happiness and I am posting them so you might also experience the goodness of this novel and this film.

p.s. thanks a mil to Stacy Runia for this book reccomendation....this novel gave me much needed mirth and sunshine during endless rainy afternoons.

Libby Lane

I'm probably the least crafty female, living and deceased; however, I married into a family who's creative wheels certainly are spinning. Eric's sis, Anne Marie Deucher, has finally allowed the world to partake of her phenomenal crib sets. I'm one of the chosen few who have received one of these prior to her online boutique...UNBELIEVABLE...That is until Emmett somehow took off his poopy diaper and smeared the poop all over the linen and cream chenille bumpers, then managed to fall back asleep with head in poop. That's pretty unbelievable as well. Good news, bumpers = washable. Anyways, she has an array of designs to choose from; there are a couple examples below. Hooray, now we can all indulge!

www.libbylanedesigns.com

Love & Marriage.

My good friend and cousin Brooke got married this weekend in Arizona.

Here is how Emmett spent her special day:

he flew.

he boogied.

he woogied.

he tired out.

so long. farewell.

Emmett and I are thinking the same thing about graduation in this picture: "is it over yet?" I guess I'm better at hiding my emotions.

Last week we went to Utah to say farewell to Tanner Hunt Runia; he is moving to Budapest, Hungary for 2 years. Is it “bad” pride to be a proud sister? Even if so, I most definitely am. Eric also officially said goodbye to school, at least for a little while (he walked at BYU graduation). Proud wife too. Overall, it was quite rejuvenating to be with our family and good friends again. And thanks to Aunt Berkley for being a most committed babysitter, you gave us a fabulous vacation.

i have a new idea.

I'll admit, I’m not a very good blogger. So, I have an idea: begin a daily posting of the ridiculous situations Carly finds herself in (and yes, I would probably have an amusing event to share every day where I’m left completely deprecated.) Like today, how I had to jump into the huge community garbage bin outside our apartment to look for the keys that I let go of, while throwing the garbage into the dumpster. I'm sure the surrounding apartment owners found it quite entertaining to see this girl roll up her sweats, climb up the side of the dumpster, and toss herself in.
Or, how I was at borders on Monday, and had been walking around for about 20 minutes when I went to scratch the back of my leg and all I could feel was leg and no dress. I was the last to realize my dress was tucked up into my diaper bag back pack, exposing my beautiful back side. I just stood there, frozen, desperate to just disappear. Stupid Oregon people; like you don't come whisper in my ear, “your butt is showing.” Confession: this has happened more than once. Yes, you are probably thinking, “I once had a nightmare where that happened: I showed up to school with no pants and I woke up in a cold sweat.” Pretty funny how your nightmares are my reality, huh.
And then, the other day, I was putting Emmett in the car to go to Costco and, long story short, locked him and both sets of keys inside the car. So, for an hour, in the parking lot, I kept Emmett entertained while waiting for the fire department. I was bawling while trying to sing really loud so Emmett could hear me through the window. Then I ran around playing peek-a-boo through every window of the car... I’m sure people thought I’d gone nuts (they couldn’t see Emmett inside): I’ve got mascara strewn all across my face from crying, and I’m running around doing some crazy Chinese fire drill and singing really loud to myself. Finally, I started drawing kitties and balls on the windows with some lipstick, which he liked. Happy ending…We got Emmett out, both of us still alive.
Let’s just say, Eric loves checking his messages at work to hear some new humiliation his wife has put herself through. I’m glad I can brighten up his day. If you are looking for a quick pick-me-up, give me a ring and I’ll be sure to share with you one of my many moments of shame; you’ll leave feeling much better knowing you have a friend who is far more ridiculous than you.

Easter Surprise

We had a wonderful surprise this Easter weekend...the Sun came out! So, we headed down to the Oregon Coast. It was sublime to say the least. Eric was ecstatic to find out he has a fearless, (non-wimpy) son: Emmett ran straight for the freezing waves when we let him out of his stroller. Carly became nostalgic for their Hawaiian past with beach towns, salty air, and sandy toes. And Emmett got some alone time with his first crush, Jess Palmer, who came to visit over the weekend. He can't get enough of her. Plus, seeing the sun gave us all hope that perhaps spring had finally begun and the rain was finally over.

p.s. it is raining right now as i'm writing this.

Wooden Shoes

Since there is not much new happening out here in Portland, I thought it would be nice to reflect on a childhood memory. This family portrait was taken in Rotterdam, Holland (The Netherlands), my Dad's native country...apparently my parents thought this a most worthy way to spend our time while on a foreign continent. All I remember is my mom complaining about how pointy her hat was, and that I was livid to be holding the red blob (fyi: it is supposed to be cheese). I think I recall Ryan trying to break the windows with the unidentifiable object he's holding after the picture was taken...that's when he realized the windmill and sailboats weren't real. However, it must be said, we do look quite authentic, don't you think?

Walking

Emmett is finally walking at 15 months! I know it is completely lame to show baby milestones on blogs, and I'm quite sure you really don't care, but now, if you are even still reading this, you'll understand how huge it is to us that he's walking (although, my arms were getting pretty ripped carrying around this ginormous load of a toddler.) The event occurred as such: Eric set down the giant on the floor after a hard wrestling match, and totally nonchalant, Emmett walked all the way across the room to the couch, never before even attempting to take a step. It's as if he had been planning the stunt for months.