fried chicken friends for life

September 9, 2018

(You can read this story my mom shared in the Deseret News here
I love that they gave my dad photo cred haha)

A few weeks ago I logged onto an old email account and found this email my mom sent to me years ago when she still lived in New Zealand. I had sent her an online news story about a girl who only ate chicken nuggets for like, 17 years straight or something, and this is what she had to say:

Oh Kelsie Lou, that is frightening and it's a lesson for you to learn: it's time to eat like a grown-up. I will be VERY proud of you if you will eat something new each week. I don't want to be a grandmother to malnourished children with scurvy. They will be on the news as the orphans of the arrested woman who only fed her children turkey and cheese. You could get life for that...and if you're in prison you will automatically be excommunicated, your husband will most likely divorce you and you will be homeless when you get out as a ninety year old woman. You will also be penniless. You will end up living in Liberty Park and most likely you will be stabbed to death. So PLEASE, to save yourself these miseries, eat like a grown-up.

In a nutshell that email explains my mom perfectly. She is funny and fun. She isn't afraid to be goofy or silly and always likes to laugh. She is beautiful (inside and out) and nearly all the boys I ever dated mentioned that one or two, or seventeen thousand times. She's literally the world's best cook (I'm not kidding, anything she cooks turns to gold), and she cares about taking care of others. For her birthday she asks us to serve, instead of giving her any gifts. Oh, and she's the best grandma. My dad will have to retire ten years later because everything goes to Charlie these days.

Anyway, this is all just a really long way to say I love my Mother Dearest more than we both love Tim Riggins, fried chicken and white bread combined. She's the best. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

summer 2018

August 29, 2018

Today was a day where I said a few words under my breath that would've gotten me grounded growing up. I think I had five cans of Diet Coke. Charlie tripped and fell and had his first swollen lip. And finally, while at a splash pad, I unknowingly stood over a water spout and was shocked when water shot up my dress, and as Mandie put it, experienced my first real enema. It was a lot to take in. Literally.

ANYWAY, I'm binge watching Botched (who gets a nose job in a strip mall!?), waiting for Max to finish his rounds at Huntsman (he loves it), and decided I'd get on to write an end of summer post (even though it's still August). So here we are. Here we go. Summer 2018.

Upstate NY:

After a few days in NYC, we went upstate. This was taken on a rainy Sunday in Pennsylvania at the Priesthood Restoration site. While the rest of my family were walking around with our cute sister missionary tour guide, Charlie and I wandered outside. It was both a beautiful and spiritual experience.

Sacred Grove.

Niagra Falls. I lovvvved upstate NY almost as much as the city. It almost makes me wish we lived back east. Maybe during residency? Eh?

Friends Birthday Weekend:

With a few exceptions, this is the last summer a group of our friends are going to be in our twenties. How. Why. When. Did. This. Happen. Age is just a number, I know, I know. But it's insane to think we're all at this stage in life sometimes, or at least when we're together. When we're busy in our own day-to-day lives, our ages make sense. But when we get together we're forever 21.

Please note that Charlie and Willow are only TWO months apart. If I wasn't opposed to Charlie playing football, he'd make a great tight end.

So the "muddy buddies" got together to spend a weekend in St. George which included pedicures and karaoke, bean boozled, too much Fortnite, muddy buddies (of course), and Taco Bell. Unfortunately we never got around to our much anticipated discussion on Brigham Young and polygamy, but maybe next time.

Everything else:

Lots of library trips (visiting Max while he studied for boards), birthdays, splash pads, weekend getaways, concerts, carnivals, fireworks, late nights and early mornings.

Turning 29 was as stressful as turning 26, so I had the following musts on my birthday list: eat muddy buddies, watch Meet Joe Black, go to Ruth's Diner, and skinny dip. Check, check, check, check.
Heaston's only mission was to touch Jared Leto, but it was Jared Leto who ended up touching Heaston.
Lots of JW trips, as always.
I've finally accepted the fact that I will never have a clean house for another 18 years, at least with this little boy around.
And that's a wrap. I can't hardly believe fall is around the corner, but I'd say we're ready for it. 

the difference of a year

July 27, 2018

July 2017

July 2018

Will someone please send me the science behind HOW it's even possible that so much can change within a year? How did he grow so fast? How did this happen? HOW!! I went from a messy baby who I could easily hold on my hip and who was just learning how to crawl, to this deliberate little tornado who climbs and scales up anything in sight just so he can jump, drive, or roll off. As a mom, I swear I have suffered at least a dozen small heart attacks because of this.

Charlie is 100% boy through and through, and even with all the chaos such a little human can bring, I never could've imagined I would love someone the way I love him.

i shall not pass this way again

July 22, 2018

  • I shall not pass this way again—
  • Although it bordered be with flowers,
  • Although I rest in fragrant bowers,
  • And hear the singing
  • Of song-birds winging
  • To highest heaven their gladsome flight;
  • Though moons are full and stars are bright,
  • And winds and waves are softly sighing,
  • While leafy trees make low replying;
  • Though voices clear in joyous strain
  • Repeat a jubilant refrain;
  • Though rising suns their radiance throw
  • On summer’s green and winter’s snow,
  • In such rare splendor that my heart
  • Would ache from scenes like these to part;
  • Though beauties heighten,
  • And life-lights brighten,
  • And joys proceed from every pain,—
  • I shall not pass this way again.
  • Then let me pluck the flowers that blow,
  • And let me listen as I go
  • To music rare
  • That fills the air;
  • And let hereafter
  • Songs and laughter
  • Fill every pause along the way;
  • And to my spirit let me say:
  • “O soul, be happy; soon ’tis trod,
  • The path made thus for thee by God.
  • Be happy, thou, and bless His name
  • By whom such marvellous beauty came.”
  • And let no chance by me be lost
  • To kindness show at any cost.
  • I shall not pass this way again.
  • Then let me now relieve some pain,
  • Remove some barrier from the road,
  • Or brighten someone’s heavy load;
  • A helping hand to this one lend,
  • Then turn some other to befriend.
  • O God, forgive
  • That I now live
  • As if I might, sometime, return
  • To bless the weary ones that yearn
  • For help and comfort every day,—
  • For there be such along the way.
  • O God, forgive that I have seen
  • The beauty only, have not been
  • Awake to sorrow such as this;
  • That I have drunk the cup of bliss
  • Remembering not that those there be
  • Who drink the dregs of misery.
  • I love the beauty of the scene,
  • Would roam again o’er fields so green;
  • But since I may not, let me spend
  • My strength for others to the end,—
  • For those who tread on rock and stone,
  • And bear their burdens all alone,
  • Who loiter not in leafy bowers,
  • Nor hear the birds nor pluck the flowers.
  • A larger kindness give to me,
  • A deeper love and sympathy;
  • Then, O, one day
  • May someone say—
  • Remembering a lessened pain—
  • “Would she could pass this way again.”
  • -Eva Rose York

i heart ny

July 16, 2018

I've delayed writing this post mainly because I have over a hundred pictures to choose from and a million things to say about how much I loved our trip to NY.
Our hotel was directly across the street from Central Park, which is probably why I loved this trip so much more than any other time I've been before. I figured that taking a little one to the city might mean spending more time in a park than out and about, and I'm soo glad we planned plenty of time for that. In my next life I'd like to fall in love on Gapstow Bridge, please and thank you.

The view from Gapstow Bridge. I mean... can you blame me? The night I took this picture will forever be a highlight of my life. It entirely felt straight out of a movie.

Then of course I insisted we stop by to try Momofuku ice cream and I was SORELY disappointed. Overrated is an understatement.  At least Levain and Magnolia made up for it.

Other highlights include: Making a wish on top of the Empire State Building at midnight (Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan where you at), Broadway shows, Shake Shack (naturally), and reading books with Charlie at the midtown NY public library.

Last but certainly not least was the 9/11 Memorial. One of my friends had just gone a few weeks before I did and had told me all about it, but I still wasn't prepared for how moving it would be. I could have spent an entire day there.

I'll stop myself here. I spent our entire drive upstate searching for two bedroom apartments on the Upper West and East (one day??) Side because I was convinced our next move needs to be to the city that never sleeps. I heart New York a million times over. And over.

And over.

happy independence day!

July 4, 2018

(whenever I drive by this house I stop to take pictures because it's all the house goals I dream of)

Even though John Adams wrote this passage to his wife 200 years ago, I think his foresight and the profound patriotism expressed is always worth posting on Independence Day:

"I am apt to believe that [Independence Day] will be celebrated, by succeeding generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shews, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires and illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this time forward forever more.
You will think me transported with enthusiasm but I am not. I am well aware of the toil and blood and treasure, that it will cost us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States. Yet through all the gloom I can see the rays of ravishing light and glory. I can see that the end is more than worth all the means. And that posterity will triumph in that Days Transaction."
Happy Fourth!

give me your tired, your poor

June 19, 2018

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Though I remain mostly silent (at least on this blog) about my political opinions, seeing pictures of children being taken away from their parents in response to the Trump Administration's "zero-tolerance" policy made me cry today. (By the way, contrary to popular belief, I didn't even cry when Romney lost the 2012 election). Hearing audio taken from these detainment camps was even worse. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I could go on about equality for women in the workplace, gun control, gay rights, religious freedom, immigration laws, border control, violence, racism, etc... but I’ll stop myself here. Although my Dad (who is mostly joking, by the way) teases me when he says that I've been brainwashed by the liberal media, I've recently thought a lot about why so many of my own political opinions have shifted over the last two years.

Though there are plenty of reasons I could list for this change, (i.e. Donald Trump, Donald Trump, Donald Trump), the one thing that has changed me most to my core was becoming a mom. Seeing the world through the eyes as a mother who is raising an 18 month old son; a son who will one day grow up and live in this world without me always right by his side, has changed my perspective on absolutely everything. Politics aren't just black or white, left or right anymore - these are policies affecting human beings. People worth just as much as I am in the eyes of our Creator. They are mothers and sons. Fathers and daughters. And for the most part, these are people just trying to create a better life for their children, just like I am.

I won't take the time to argue why I think drastic steps need to be made when it comes to X,Y and Z (though if you know me you know I’d try);  if anything, I've learned well enough by now that my opinions are just that, my own. And though I don't know or understand the complications behind every legality, policy or procedure, I try to remember that there are people just as genuine and concerned about one side of an issue, as there are on the other.

But most importantly, more than ever as a mom, I hope I continue to look at this world and its people a lot more compassionately than I ever have before. 

Currently working with the Mitt Romney campaign here in Utah as we speak ;) Go Mitt.

May Recap

June 5, 2018


First and foremost, it should be noted that though it is not pictured here, Max DID NOT forget Mother's Day this year. Blessings on blessings on blessings.
Also worth mentioning is a quick 48 hour girls trip to AZ to see Taylor Swift in concert on her opening night. I've never seen her before, but I thought she was magic live. I don't know how any artist can make their music or your experience seeing them feel personal in a stadium filled with 50,000+ people, but you really do with Miss Swift.

Even better (if that's possible) than the concert, was the time I spent with some of my faaavorite cousins. We ate cheese crisps, coconut pancakes, played with makeup and I don't think I've ever consumed as much Diet Coke as I did in those 48 hours. I couldn't have had a better two days even if I tried.
Doesn't this picture make you want to cry? Unfortunately, while I was away for my quick trip, Charlie (who was still at home being watched by my parents, while Max studied for boards) became realllly sick. The night after I got home we had to take him into the ER for dehydration and, as with every other time we've been with him in the ER before, it was a nightmare. I cry every time he cries when they take his blood. I sit in the corner of the room, while Max holds him down, and I cry. Doctors appointments and immunizations are a cakewalk compared to what we have gone through in the ER so hallelujah! We survived that ordeal and he finally got back to being his usual self within a few days. All I can say is no more nursery for us, at least for now.

Max also had a birthday in May in which he entered the final year of his 20s. What is this and how is this happening? It was a busy day with golf and lots of black and white cookies (his favorite), but unfortunately I couldn't do as much as I would have liked since we were leaving early the next morning for NYC.
This is the third time I've been to the city, and I should also say it's the only time I've ever felt like I loved it so much I could move there. I mean I seriously, really, want to move to NYC after this last trip. I will post more about it all later, but I think this last trip to New York has to be one of the best trips we've ever been on.

So far, I'd say May takes the cake for 2018.

April 2018

April 30, 2018

There are so many times I think about quickly getting on my computer to update this online journal, but I never seem to find the time anymore. So here is a quick April recap with pictures.

This little boy is the main reason I don't find the time to get online and post. He is about as busy and messy as they come, but I wouldn't change even the craziest parts of him for anything. Max and I love him more than we can put into words. What did we ever do without him?

These days we take what pictures we can get.

I feel like this is what I look like 24/7, honestly. I'm chasing Charlie nonstop so he won't climb on everything in sight just so he can jump off and break his leg.

Easter!!! Can you tell how tired Max is? This was the week before finals. Woof. Year 2 is done but boy it was not a joke.

LOTS of park dates and stops at Temple Square.

We even stopped by the tulip festival for an afternoon. 

Happy Month of April!

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