Thursday, February 3, 2011
Journey to Utah
On Christmas Eve we left early and drove to Utah. Yep, all the way in one long day. It took us 21 hours, through 4 states, and a 72 degree temperature drop (from 58 in Bartlesville, OK to -14 in Green River, UT) but we made it to my parents house just as we welcomed in the New Year. It was so fun to be there. My sister, Katie, drove in from California the same day and it was one big party. My parents have remodeled their house since we were there last. It looks beautiful! We loved every detail of what they did and had so much fun in the new space.
We got to spend some time with the Willises, our good friends in Provo and saw lots of friends when we went to our old ward there. I saw Jill in her new house in my parents' Stake. We visited Nate's brother Jamie and his family. We went bowling and ice-skating and to the planetarium and just generally had a lot of fun.
We also got to meet my brother Greg's fiancee. They got engaged a few days after Christmas. It was fun to meet Meisha. We are excited for her to officially join the family in May.
On Wednesday my youngest brother, Clark, returned from his mission in Canada. It was so, so fun to see him. We all went to the airport to meet him. When he left, Talmage was not yet 3 months old and he had never even met Peter. It was fun to introduce our little boys to there very cool, good, handsome uncle. In the next picture, that cute girl in the gray jacket is my youngest sister and Clark's twin. She was so excited to see him. Once she caught a glimpse of him she could not hold back the tears. It was great to see them together again. Also beautiful Karen and Annie and in the back, Greg with his new fiancee.
On Friday we had our family gift exchange. As our gift theme for this year we chose Moe the Dog in Tropical Paradise as our guide. It is a little picture book about a dog who creates a tropical paradise in his own house to escape the winter drudgery. So everyone gave someone else an imaginary vacation. Holly gave me Moe the Dog in Austria. She gave me salt (Salzburg), a PEZ (invented in Austria), a curtain (think Sound of Music), etc. I gave possibly my favorite gift ever. My mom said something that gave me the idea and I sent Moe and my Dad to "Musical Merryland" I wrapped up a favorite family musical DVD, but what i really gave him was his very own musical. I found a karaoke accompaniment and changed the words of a song from a musical. It was all about my Dad and how great he is. Then i emailed all my siblings to help. When we all got together we practiced anytime both my parents were out of the house (I wanted to surprise my mom too). I assigned speaking parts to a few people so that the talking melded into the song - just like it does in an actual musical. We had a few "technical difficulties" getting the music going but my dad was surprised and it was a lot of fun. Thanks to all my brothers and sisters and in-laws and Nate for going along with my crazy ideas. I included the video of it here. I handed my Mom the video camera and told her "just in case she wanted to use it" but i neglected to show her how to use it or take it off zoom. So the video is pretty much just for the sound. Watch at your own peril. Enjoy.
It was a great trip.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Christmas
It started out with a really fun Christmas Eve party with some of our good friends. {Thanks so much, Kim and Clark, for having us over.} Christmas day was really peaceful. We opened stockings first and then, when everyone was ready we moved on to our family gifts that were under the tree. Talmage was just the perfect Christmas age. He was excited about everything he got. We spent the day playing with new legos, building mazes for new (and old) hexbugs, and singing our Sing-a-ma-jigs. Nate and I read from all our new books. The little boys took a nap at the same time. I even took a cold but lovely walk around the neighborhood. It was so nice. For dinner we had steak and twice baked potatoes. We got to talk to Nate’s sister, Hermana King, in Honduras, and my parents gave us the report on my brother, Elder Brimhall, in Canada. Everything was just calm and restful and wonderful.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Who taught him that?
The kids will miss a lot of school this semester for our trips to Colorado and Utah to see their Aunt Carrie and their Uncle Clark when they return from Honduras and Calgary (they have both been serving as missionaries for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for the last couple years). Because of that, we decided that we would make sure to use the second week of Christmas break as a time to create extra learning opportunities for them. Today Leslie had them read and do some math. When I got home from work we did some science experiments (we made an egg float in the middle of a glass full of water, and we measured our lung capacity by blowing air into an upside down pop bottle full of water). We like to get inspiration for some of our experiments from YouTube videos.
Anyway, one of the videos we happened to watch today was about how much sugar was in a can of pop (they boiled it down and weighed what was left). A 12-oz. can of pop has about 39 grams of sugar in it. At dinner time we had some Sunny-D (not a usual thing at our house) so we thought we would compare. The nutrition label said there were 14 grams of sugar in 8 oz. of Sunny-D.
Now here's the crazy part. To make a valid comparison, we asked how much sugar would be 12 oz. of Sunny-D. After a few moments of silence, I started prompting the thought process by asking what the difference was between 12 and 8. Before I finished my sentence, Morgan blurted out, "21 grams." Leslie and I were stunned! (That's the right answer, by the way, in case you were still trying to think it through.) Who teaches that kid? (By the way, I'm pretty sure it's not us.)
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
The Great Tile Project
It all started not too long after Emma broke her arm when Leslie called me at work to say that we needed to get a hold of our landlord because our bathroom was flooding (I won't go into the gory details). Half of said landlord team rushed home from work and tried to help the other half of said landlord team mop up the mess with towels (there were SOME good things about renting, we now realize).
After conducting perhaps ill-advised tests to determine the cause (involving running all the sinks and flushing all the toilets at once, and then mopping up the mess with towels again) and asking questions of more knowledgeable landlords, we paid a plumber $80 to come to our house for 20 minutes to remove the roots that had grown into our sewer pipe (along with a baby wipe or two; who flushed those down the toilet?).
The previous owners of the house had installed some self-stick vinyl tiles in the bathroom that we had never been really fond of and wanted to replace at some point. Seeing as several of them had now lost their self-stickiness, and we were worried about the water that had gotten underneath them, we decided that it was as good a time as any to redo the flooring. So, armed with a flat-head screwdriver and a hair dryer I pulled up all the vinyl tiles to reveal the originally white terrazzo tiles underneath. Because a significant amount of glue didn't want to come up with the vinyl tiles, we had to lay some of them back down to have some "stepping stones" to get around in the bathroom.
A day or two later I borrowed some tools from a friend and chipped out all of the terrazzo tile with an hammer and chisel (the stones in those can really fly!). I thought that would be the hard part until I realized that the real work was getting rid of all the leftover mortar underneath. Luckily I complained about it enough that someone at work offered to lend me their 5.5 hp compressor with air chisel and grinder. Here's a shot of the cleaning crew before the work:
It quickly became apparent that chiseling and grinding mortar was going to make a big mess, so we covered as much as we could with plastic sheeting, including the door to the bathroom. That meant that I got to crawl in and out of the bathroom window. Since the bathroom is right next to Talmage's room and no 5.5 hp gasoline motor is very quiet, another result of using the compressor was that forever after, when Talmage would see it in the garage he would emphatically say, "Daddy youd! Daddy youd!"
We had a bare cement floor in the bathroom for quite a long time while we looked at different tile at Lowes and the local tile store. Because it was such a good deal, we finally decided on some 16" travertine (a natural stone) tile. I used PowerPoint to create a half-scale model of the tile pattern we had come up with (the other engineers at work had to laugh at me for that).
We slowly came to realize that for our first experience with tile, we were sure making it difficult on ourselves - natural stone tile usually has thin grout lines (we used 1/16") that don't hide mistakes very well, and a diagonal pattern with a border means a lot of cutting (especially since everything had to come from the same 16" tiles; no border pieces premade) - but there was no turning back or settling for something less at that point. After planning and planning and planning until I was blue in the face, I finally got up the courage to start laying tile. Leslie was my beautiful backbuttering assistant. Here are the first four tiles on the main diagonal (we only got to put in two tiles in the entire bathroom that were not cut with a wet saw; the wood is filling the space that will be used for the border tiles):After laying the tiles we applied enhancing sealer and then grouted and then resealed the tiles along with the grout.
Then I borrowed a nailer for the air compressor and put the baseboards back in, then caulked all around and put the toilet back in. We finally moved back into the bathroom on Saturday.
I'm happy to say that everything turned out well in the end, and I'm rather proud of our tiling job, but I don't think I'll be doing it again any time soon.
POST EDIT : A big thank you goes to Nate's Dad who came in and took over as assistant. He did such a great job helping Nate during his Thanksgiving "vacation". Thanks Steve, we couldn't have done it with out your superior know-how and tireless efforts.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Spooks and Smiles

We had a great Halloween. We enjoyed Trunk-or-treat at the church on Thursday and went around to just a few neighbors houses on Saturday to say hello and get a little more candy.
We had the Princess (Emma) and the Pea (Peter), and the Princess and the Frog (Morgan), and Talmage was a smash hit as a Crash Test Dummy (or Genius!).
My favorite part of the weekend was sitting out on the porch to hand out candy with the whole family. The weather was nice and we read a Halloween book while the kids ate their candy and Morgan handed out treats to all the people who stopped by.
Hope you all had a good one.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Terrific Two
Talmage turned 2 last Tuesday. We had a pretty laid back birthday. We played at the park with friends, shared some mini cupcakes and took pictures with a dinosaur. He opened presents through-out the day. In the evening we ate corndogs for dinner (his favorite), rode bikes around and ate a donut & cupcake creature. It was a good day.
Since I just recently wrote a post about how much we love Talmage, I will just tell you two things he learned on his 2nd birthday. He learned to say "Awesome!" and he learned what a camel says, "Camel, pweit" (spitting). Morgan taught him that and he repeated it over and over to everyone, even to our neighbor who is 100 years (and a couple months) older than him. Bring on the "terrible twos", we think they're exciting.
Monday, October 11, 2010
A memorable weekend
Because this cute, (but sometimes clumsy) little girl fell off the monkeybars at school.
I got a call Thursday morning that went something like this:"Hi, Mrs. King?"
"Yes"
"This is Lori at the school. You need to come pick up Emma. She fell and it looks like she broke her arm."
"Oh, a, um, okay . . . We'll be there right away."
And then the adrenaline started pumping and I grabbed Talmage and we quickly left Walmart headed for the school.
Prayers were said, kind friends (and even strangers) helped out, Dad came to our rescue, x-rays were taken and by afternoon we had a diagnosis of a broken elbow and an appointment with the Orthopedic Surgeon.
Emma was so, so brave. They say she never cried in the school office (until she saw me, but i told her that it is a kids duty to cry when they see their Mom after a trauma). The worst part was probably straightening her arm for the x-rays. Her face went white/green and she started sweating profusely, and i thought she might pass out from the pain, but even then she only whimpered.Things kept growing. First it was an appointment with the surgeon to set it, then it would surely need surgery, probably just inserting pins with no incision, then the surgeon came in and informed us that it would be an open surgery, and then they told us that she would need to stay overnight in the hospital.
But things went well. They surgery was almost two hours and the waiting to see her again was excruciating. We got to have a little girls night out at the hospital. Emma enjoyed ordering whatever she wanted to eat from the hospital menu. The nurses brought her princess coloring pages and her very own crayons. In the morning our boys brought her a pink rose and a pink balloon.
We feel so very blessed with how everything played out. Thank you to all the kind friends who helped us take care of our little boys, and gave blessings of healing and strength, and even brought us dinner. Hopefully everything will heal up just perfectly. We love our sweet little Emma.





