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Friday, January 27th, 2012
from the wedding
posted by lizzie « No Comments » tied to celebration, people we know, vacation
Just some photos from my sister’s wedding. There’s my dance partner, Ben, and his dad (my brother Will), niece Lydia writing her note to the couple, my sisters and I in our wedding finery (and our lovely tights in the top right), the bride tossing the bouquet, and the happy couple themselves after the ceremony in the Bountiful temple.
Sunday, January 22nd, 2012
the wedding
posted by lizzie « 2 Comments » tied to FAIL, celebration, people we know, vacation
My little sister got married this weekend. Hence the flight drama. Don’t ask my why I flew to Salt Lake via San Francisco. It seemed like the best option at the time. From here on out, it’s the JetBlue direct or nothing.
Anyway. Sarah got married. There were so many wonderful things about the day. The first being that I got to run 5 miles in the rain. And the first two miles were uphill. Very uphill. And for some reason my contacts were giving me problems. They just weren’t working right. I thought I had them in the wrong eyes. I thought maybe I had them on inside out. It wasn’t until I’d had them in for 4 hours and was about to abandon them all together when my brother realized that they were actually his contacts. And, sadly enough this was not the first time I had put in the wrong contacts. On the day Micah and I were married I put Micah’s contacts in. As a show of love. Hahaha. Just kidding. It was because I couldn’t tell the difference.
Once that was all resolved, we went to the temple. It had been raining all morning and after the ceremony we took turns running in and out of the waiting area to get our pictures taken. Bride’s family. Groom’s family. Brothers. Sisters. Friends. Sisters and sisters-in-law. All the girls. All the boys. Individual portraits. The bride and groom stuck around for a few more hours for more pictures, and by the time they were done it was snowing. Hard. Their car slid into a rock on their way back to my parents house. My other sister’s car slid into a wall on the way to my parents house. No one was hurt, but cars were definitely damaged. The bride and groom had to be rescued. My other sister and I had the good fortune of not sliding off the road when we went to Costco to get a bunch of pizzas for everyone to eat. But we realized afterward that it was probably a dumb idea to attempt that. Hindsight.
We were slightly worried that it would just be our families at the reception that night because no one would want to brave the roads. It was still snowing, but the plows were doing their best and there were plenty of people at the reception. The cobbler and ice cream were delicious. I had a great time taking pictures, talking with cousins and friends and neighbors, and dancing with nephew Ben (age 16 months) during the couples’ dance.
I went home, ate wedding cake, watched “Tangled” and slept for 8 fairly solid hours.
And Sarah and Paul are on their way to Hawaii on Monday. I hope they have better luck with their flights than I have had.
I’ll post pictures as soon as I can get home and rested and the photos downloaded.
Friday, January 20th, 2012
traveling alone
posted by lizzie « No Comments » tied to reflections, vacation
I’ve been looking forward for a long time to my trip to Utah for my sister’s wedding. Micah is home with the boys, so it was just me, a book of essays, and some crossword puzzles on the flight.
It seemed like a great idea right up until the day before the flight. And then I started wishing that Micah would be there, and feeling bad that I was leaving him with the boys when I had done very little to prepare for me to be gone. (I know Micah can cook as well as I can and always has a great time with the boys when I’m gone, but I think I wanted to make myself feel more needed than I actually am.)
Once I got on the plane I was pretty glad I was all alone. And it would have been awesome if there hadn’t been a stiff headwind that caused me to be late and miss my connection. I landed in San Francisco last night hoping to hop straight on a flight to Utah, but found instead that I’d already been rebooked for a flight that didn’t leave for 12 hours. I asked if they could put me up in a hotel room, but since it was the weather’s fault I missed my flight, I was out of luck. I slept at an empty gate instead for a few hours and then wandered the concourse before deciding it was probably a good idea to try to get on the earlier flight. Miracle of miracles, I was the last standby flier to get a seat on the earlier flight.
It was probably best that I was flying alone. I don’t think the boys would have enjoyed sleeping at gate, and I don’t think we would have loved having to shell out a bunch of money for a hotel room. But I sure did wish I’d had someone to talk to, or to back me up when I had no idea what I was doing at the customer service desk. I’m never one to make a fuss about things — I figure I can handle just about anything — but it’s sometimes a lot easier to be an adult when I have someone to be an adult for. Or with.
Monday, January 16th, 2012
Playing with Cards
posted by micah « 10 Comments » tied to Uncategorized
Hi everyone. I need your help.
I am designing a deck of cards and have come up with a couple of different styles for the face cards. I still have a lot of work to do, but I really need to lock down the look. So, I am asking for your opinions. Which of these three do you like better, and why? (click on them to get a better view)
VERSION ONE
VERSION TWO
VERSION THREE
For anyone interested in the past and future development of this game, check out the Designer Co-op. There is also a bunch of other really great work from some of my friends and other creative folk. Thanks a bunch.
Wednesday, January 11th, 2012
things I’m loving these days
posted by lizzie « No Comments » tied to Oliver, Simon, motherhood, musicalness, the day-to-day
How Oliver says, “Ta-da!” whenever something comes out from hiding. Especially his head as it makes its way through his shirt.
And how he sometimes goes around turning off all the lights as we’re getting ready for church so we can sing Happy Birthday.
Oh, and especially how, when we were playing a game and he was drawing cards, after every draw he’d say, “I got it . . . for my birth-day!”
That child slays me.
And I love how Simon, so matter-of-factly, states that he can imagine that Ratatouille was in The Incredibles and that Collette stepped on a bomb, but that it was already exploded.
(Less funny is how, when he is frustrated or upset, he says, “Explosion! Explosion! Explosion!” and bounces jerkily into my face.)
I love how he is starting to break from the TRIO block instruction book and make things up on his own.
And I super-duper love how he is still singing Christmas songs. Like, “Frosting the Snowman!” and “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart . . . .” and many other ones, some of which get mashed up, some of which get some surprising new lyrics, and some of which are just done sweetly and perfectly.
He gets more amusing every day. (On the other hand, I’m less amused by this funny face he started making a couple of months ago. He seems to be completely oblivious to when he is doing it, no matter how many times Micah and I point it out to him. Maybe we should start telling him his face will stick like that forever?)
Tuesday, January 10th, 2012
the lasagna
posted by lizzie « 3 Comments » tied to Brooklyn, deliciousness, people we know
Micah got laid off right before Christmas. Now, before you feel sad or upset for us, let me just tell you that we’re actually kind of excited about it. We’re using it as an opportunity to take the risks that we’ve been really afraid of taking and we’re hopeful and optimistic that this will prove to be one of the greatest things that ever happened to us. Or close. We’ve decided that instead of looking for a full-time job right away, Micah is going to freelance, mostly from home, and also continue to develop the personal projects that he’s been accumulating for years now with the hope of getting some of them on the market. So that is where we’re at. But that is not why I’m here writing to you this evening. I’m here because I wanted to tell you about the lasagna. Or should I say The Lasagna?
You see, there is a man in our ward who recently moved to New York to take a job after being unemployed for a while. When he heard the news of Micah’s layoff, it hit him pretty hard. He really felt for us. And he wanted to do something to help. Now, this man is a man who knows his way around the kitchen, and he does not do things half-way. His way of helping us out, cheering our souls, and giving us the strength to carry on, was to give us a big pan of lasagna. Big. Pan. of. Lasagna. He brought it to us at church and after we hauled it home, taking turns because it was so heavy, we decided we’d both probably be sore the next day. We weighed it just to see exactly how much pasta and meat and cheese and sauce we were talking about and it came in at 14 pounds. That’s almost like our two little boys, as newborns, in a pyrex casserole. (Of course the weight included the pyrex as well . . . .)
So cheer our souls he definitely did. And it looks like he might be feeding us until Micah gets his next paycheck, as well. For which we are so very grateful.
Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012
the guitar
posted by lizzie « 1 Comment » tied to micah is awesome, musicalness
This past summer we attended an auction/fundraiser for the Young Women of our ward. We donated a couple of services, as did many other people in our ward, but bid on very little. In fact, the only thing we bid on was a month of guitar lessons from a man in the ward who happens to be a very talented musician. Thankfully, everyone else who wanted it noticed that this was the only thing we had bid on and let us have it. I knew that Micah had been wanting to learn to play the guitar for years, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. It wasn’t until October that he was finally able to squeeze the lessons into his busy schedule, but boy howdy if we haven’t been having a great time with it since then. We got Micah a guitar of his very own for his birthday, and I’m pretty sure that it, and the lessons, are some of the best money I’ve ever spent. The boys are entranced by the guitar, Micah seems to have an innate talent for it, and I love hearing him play and sing and watching the boys love it, too.
But there are so many other things to love about it as well. Like how Oliver pulls out Simon’s ukulele and says, “I need a pick,” every time Micah starts playing the guitar. He’ll sit down and strum the un-tuneable little blue uke, sing his unintelligible little songs, and he and Micah will have an awesome jam session.
Or like how Simon can figure out which song he’s playing after hearing just a few chords.
And my favorite story of all is the one that happened after I had taken the boys shopping for a gift for Micah but before Christmas, when he would open the gift. “I think I want a computer strap for Christmas,” Simon mentioned randomly one evening.
“A computer strap? What’s that?” Micah asked.
“It’s a strap that I can put on the computer so that I can play on it standing up and I don’t have to sit down to play it.”
I tried to maintain a straight face as Micah put the pieces together. And then he knew what he was getting from the boys for Christmas. I told him maybe he knew what it was, but there was a special story as to how they decided on the particular guitar strap to get him. Simon wanted the one that said, “Police Line: Do Not Cross.” Oliver was partial to the one with skulls on it. But when I asked them which one they thought Dad would like, they agreed without hesitation on the black-and-white checked one. The one that looks like a chess board, as Simon put it.
I love it when interests collide like that.
Saturday, December 31st, 2011
and a happy new year
posted by lizzie « 1 Comment » tied to celebration, the boys
We hope your 2012 is as fun and stylish as these boys are.
Seriously. Spider web pajama pants, ripped waffle shirt, and all.
love,
the Heiselts
Thursday, December 29th, 2011
gingerrocket
posted by lizzie « 2 Comments » tied to artistic endeavors, deliciousness, the boys
You knew it had to be done. With a couple of little boys obsessed with all things space related, our gingerbread “house” this year was bound to succumb to the obsession. We were happy to oblige the boys and Micah did a great job designing something that would allow for a smoke-and-flames liftoff. It took us several days to get from dough to bread to rocket, but I don’t think the boys minded a bit, especially once we actually got down to the pouring-candy-on-every-available-surface part of the process.
Anyway, here’s the process and the finished product, for your enjoyment.
Wednesday, December 28th, 2011
to seventy more (and then some)
posted by lizzie « 2 Comments » tied to celebration
The other night Micah and I put the boys to bed early. Then we sat down on the couch and pulled out a crossword puzzle, just like we used to do in the pre-kid days. It’s been years since we’ve done a crossword together. We used to do them all the time when we were dating and engaged and before Simon was born. But such quiet, mentally intensive pursuits have taken a back seat to more relaxing, more passive time-killers when we have a few minutes of unscheduled, post-bedtime quiet. Still, it only took a few minutes for us to get back into our normal groove. Micah knew all the ones I didn’t have a clue about, I filled in the ones I knew before he had a chance to look at them. We puzzled over the last few together before filling in our best guesses and high-fiving a job well done.
Today marks seven years of filling in the blanks for each other as a married couple. Here’s to seventy more.
Happy Anniversary to us.