What we've been up to:

Riding choo choo trains


Exploring tide pools at Moss Beach

(Ambyr, I'm trying out the hairdo)

Visiting the aquarium

Don't you love London's face in this one??


Music in the Park


Savoring these delicious rolls...

Sitting up and playing with our toes

And continuing our appreciation for wildlife at the zoo

Return from Happy Valley

We just got back from a fabulous trip to everyone's favorite place, Provo, Utah! We visited family and friends, went swimming and jet-skiing, celebrated the 4th of July, introduced Eden to her great-grandparents, and of course, had a salad at Cafe Rio. We visited two of our favorite people from our BYU days, Jordan and Cousin Wes. Here's an example of what a small world Provo is: we came to find out Jordan is practically engaged to my old roommate's little sister! The order of photos got a little messed up, so let me caption them for you. The above picture shows me in my new Shade swimsuit, which I observed several variations of on fellow Mormon moms in the Beehive state.

This is Eden looking at or smelling a family member's armpit, who shall remain anonymous.

This is me perfecting the art of getting Eden to sleep in the Ergo carrier (much more comfy than the bjorn).

This is Tim and London riding the Alpine coaster, a step up from the Alpine slide in Park City. It was pretty cool--like a roller coaster going down the side of a mountain.

This is London modeling her swimsuit that is baggy in the bum.

This is Tim's sister, Megan, the aunt who adored her nieces so much that she managed to keep them up past their bedtimes every night. London became quite attached to Megan and her husband, Matt, and asked where they were whenever they weren't around and insisted on singing "Happy Birthday" to them during our car ride home! London slept in a bed in our room and I even heard her talking about Megan in her sleep!

This is London splashing in the pool with Grandpa John (Tim's dad).

These are my grandparents, Rose and Shirrel. Eden's middle name of Rose is after her.

This is me attempting to sew a nightgown for Eden to match London's. Tim's grandma Jacobson sewed these nightgowns for Tim's sisters when they were little and for the other granddaughters. I wanted to keep the tradition alive and sharpen my sewing skills.

Matching nighties

Don't you just want to eat that dimpled leg?

We had fun going out to eat several times.

This is me and Tim keeping the flame alive.

This is me with Tim's sisters, Jill and Megan.

This is the family watching the 4th of July parade on Provo Center Street. As you can see, Tim's side of the family is quite patriotic--note the flag shirt.

This is what Eden thought of the parade.

This is Eden meeting Great Grandma Jacobson. She couldn't get enough cuddles with her grandbaby!

The Break-Up

I was at the park the other day pushing the girls on the swings. School is out, so there are now older kids hanging out there. I got to witness an official pre-teen breakup. Allow me to share it with you.

There were three boys messing around on the swings next to me, and two girls 15 or so feet away. They looked about 12 years old, maybe 13. From the pieces of conversation I couldn't help overhearing, it seemed that one of the girls was breaking up with one of the guys, although neither the guy nor the girl ever spoke to each other. All of the communication was done through the friends. "So it's over?" the girl's friend asked. "I guess so," a boy replied. "Well, she's gonna go find another guy." And the two girls walked away, as the girlfriend flipped them off. Then I listened to the boys discuss their options. "You should get back together with her," one said. "Why?" said the ex-boyfriend. "Because she's rich, and I'm sick of buying your sodas." Wow. Let's hope this young man isn't an accurate sample of the male population at large. "Hey! He wants to get back together!" the tightwad friend shouted. The girls turned around and came back to negotiate, but the ex-girlfriend's spokeswoman declined the offer.

Later, as I walked downtown I spotted the girls outside the Jamba Juice, apparently drowning her sorrows in some sweet calories as women tend to do. As I passed, I told her, "You're too good for him." I felt it was my duty, as a fellow woman, to tell her how it is. "Thanks," she said. I only hope she remembers that when the dude and his posse come crawling--I mean biking--back.

Back from CT

Last week we returned from an awesome trip visiting my sister in Connecticut. It was great to spend some family time just chillin.

London got to play with her cousins...


Eden got to show off her chunky legs...

We got to see some cool animals at the zoo...

The Dads got a yummy candy poster for Father's Day and

an even more yummy breakfast!

Eden turned 6 months old and we celebrated with her first taste of rice cereal.

And I took her for a dip in the kiddie pool.

I realize this picture is in here twice but I couldn't figure out how to delete it! Oh well. Thanks for hosting us, Kier!

Just a couple of reasons why I love Tim

For the past 3 years, Tim has taken a week of vacation time to study for the CFA exam. The time has come again. The test is this Saturday, and while his study schedule is almost as rigorous as his banking schedule, I have had the pleasure of his company a little more this week and wanted to share some of the finer moments with you all:

1. It's after midnight the other night, and while we're reading scriptures Tim suddenly starts laughing. Why? Because, 7 years too late, he just thought of a great comeback to say when he was at BYU and unfortunately hit on a married chick in line at Food 4 Less. I'll let him tell you what it is.

2. It's after midnight the next night, and I'm asleep, and he comes in and asks if I want to watch TV with him. This morning I learn he stayed up to watch "Rudy" by himself. "Did you cry?" I ask. "What man doesn't cry when he watches that movie?"

3. Later this morning, while considering a quote from the movie that included the phrase "BS"--you know what I mean--he commented: "Why don't they over consider the equestrian variety? Why is it always the bovine variety?"

4. He appreciates the cutesy signs I make him and lets me take pictures of him holding them. (See figure 1).

Tim, you're such an entertaining person to live with, and Saturday can't come soon enough when I can see more of you!

Recent Photos

Eden's favorite expression these days:
London's last day at her preschool co-op. Isn't she a dainty eater?London and her teacher:
Jen & Eden
Making an easy shot:

When she started school 8 months ago, London's feet didn't even touch the ground. Now look at her go:

Good thing this dress comes with bloomers:
London loves getting chased by boys:
And getting caught:
Eden practicing sitting up:
Giving a kiss, or sharing a secret?
Giving a hug:

How Hot am I?

Let me tell you. Some moms let themselves go. Not this PYT, dear readers. Today I was walking my kids home from the park, and a couple of dudes in an SUV hit on me. The dude in the passenger seat asked if I was single. "Me?" I asked, shocked. "Yeah!" he replied. "No!" I said and kept walking. I did forget to wear my wedding ring today. But for goodness sake, I've got two kids! Did he think I was a nanny? Here's the funny thing--he was probably a decade younger than me, and as I gloated to myself on my way home, I began to wonder, did his buddy just dare him to do that?