Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Did you know...

  • Trevor was valedictorian of his graduating class...of 24 people.
  • Emily was 5'9" in 9th grade and Trevor was 5'8" at the beginning of his senior year. Good thing we didn't know each other back then.
  • In the last two months, Emily broke her pinky toe and Trevor sprained both of his ankles.
  • Emily played competition soccer until she was 15.
  • Trevor played basketball in high school and still loves to play.
  • All of Trevor's brother's were Homecoming King. Trevor was the Quiz Bowl Captain.
  • Emily took private violin, piano, and voice lessons growing up, and was the Music Sterling Scholar at her high school. (It's a Utah thing.)
  • Both Trevor and Emily graduated Magna Cum Laude from BYU.
  • Emily threw up in Susan Easton Black's Church history class at BYU. Sister Black's response was, "Whoa! Projectile!"
  • While opening a package of ground beef from Trevor's parents, Emily asked, "Did your dad hunt this?"
  • Trevor has glasses, allergies to most farm animals and many plants, and had braces growing up- twice. Emily has perfect eyesight, no allergies, and never had braces. I guess someone got all the good genes.
  • Trevor was an officer in his student chapter of the American Society of Civil Engineers at BYU.
  • Trevor served an LDS mission in Recife, Brazil.
  • Emily loves musicals. Her top favorites are Wicked, Ragtime, and Aida.
  • Emily sang in Women's Chorus and Concert Choir at BYU.
  • After hanging out at Emily's apartment one night, months before we started dating, Trevor commented to his roommate, "How is someone like Emily not married?"

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Lil' Cass

Here are some tidbits about the wee one that brings so much excitement to our lives:
Name: CassidyOccupation: ExplorerTalents: Pulling all the DVDs and books off the shelf, composing original music on the piano, recognizing words my parents say (ear, pictures, outside, Daddy, etc.), putting foreign objects in my mouth before anyone can stop me, standing up all by myself, taking a few steps to my parents' arms, saying "Dada" (and knowing what it means!), waving bye-bye, and turning the pages in my books.
Favorites:
  • Book: Animal Sounds (when Daddy reads it)
  • Place: Outside. No matter the weather.
  • Food: Banana
  • Person: Mommy
  • Friend: Carson
  • Toy: Dad's watch
  • Activity: Dancing to groovy tunes

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P.S. I found this nifty wind-up toy at Grandma's.

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Hey! What's up?

I spent last Thursday in my old bedroom at my parents house cleaning out the closet. I found some gems (pictures, stuffed animals, books I wrote in 3rd grade, etc.) that I'm pretty glad I kept. Most notably, I found a shoe box stuffed full of notes written to me in junior high school. I just finished reading them and discovered a lot in the process:

"Hey! What's up?" is the right way to greet people.

I'm still friends with some of those people! We're all a lot more mature now, but some of the good qualities that were obvious in those notes are still obvious today. Andrea and Camille, most of the notes were from you. Okay, most of the notes were from Steve.... My favorite notes were from Kristy (must have been written sophomore year of high school, since we didn't attend the same junior high). She was so mature and level-headed.

We liked a different boy every other week, and usually liked more than one at a time. How confusing. Who, by the way, is "Adam?" Can't remember him for the life of me.

None of us were quite sure what we wanted. It was exciting to have the boy you liked like you back...but was it wrong to "go out?" And holding hands seemed like a good thing to do if you were "going out," except when you felt embarrassed because a teacher saw you or ashamed because you weren't sure what you were doing was right. From what I can tell in the notes, we all waffled back and forth a lot.

Note folding is an art.

I want my children to understand what truly brings us happiness: living righteously and selflessly.

Even after teaching middle school for two years, I don't know if texting has replaced note-writing. My students left their backpacks on the side of the room during choir, so there was no opportunity for writing notes. Plenty of opportunity for texting, though...

I wish I had kept a better journal back then. I want to remember what my thoughts and feelings were. Ten years from now, I'll probably feel the same way, so I need to be a more consistent journal writer. Any advice from you journal-keeping experts? (Kristy?)

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