Chris’s Zig-Zag Egg A highlight of Easter this year was being able to color eggs with Chris. We couldn’t even remember the last time he joined in on this event! Egg-celent Personality It really was great because Chris brings out
My First Ballet
I read about this event on a friend’s blog and I’m so glad I did! I quickly booked tickets the week before and we went together as a family on Saturday. Peacock Theatre ‘My First Sleeping Beauty’ was put on
Good Friday Adventure
We took advantage of Chris being home for Good Friday to go explore a part of London that we hadn’t been to yet . . . Greenwich, home of Greenwich Mean Time and the Prime Meridian Line. Greenwich isn’t the
April Ponderings
As we begin April, my thoughts turn to a post from about 3 years ago. For some reason, I’ve been in the same mind-frame . . . just thinking about all that I am thankful for in my life. I
General Conference Baking
It seems that General Conference time always involves baking. Eating and General Conference are just synonymous in our house. Now that we are time zones away from Utah, we don’t watch General Conference until the day is almost over. So,
Tooth Trauma
On precisely February 14th, our little girl discovered she had a loose tooth. She bit into her Valentine chocolate and . . . it moved! Cami was quite excited that she could lose a tooth earlier than any of her
‘Hair No More’
Hannah has spent months growing out her hair. Before Her ballet teacher has waist-length hair and Hannah loves that. Before However, I think in the last few weeks, she started getting tired of taking care of it and asked if
Iceland
Last week Chris and I took our first cold-weather holiday . . . to Iceland. Not being skiers, we realized this was very different for us, as we packed plenty of clothes to layer against the cold and snow. We
Mothering Sunday
Mothering Sunday is the UK version of Mother’s Day, although I love how it doesn’t just pinpoint ‘mothers’ but all those that ‘mother.’ There is a difference and I think it makes the day easier for those who aren’t mothers,
English Championships 2012
Last Friday we ventured out to East London (2 hours away) for Caleb’s first gymnastics competition of the year. However, it wasn’t a ‘real’ competition as Caleb isn’t ‘English’ and wouldn’t be able to place. We knew that and Caleb