the story of a famous steak {sundance}

today i saw something beautiful.
i stood in my kitchen and saw a gorgeous sunny, blue sky day coming through my front windows.
as i turned my head to the right,
out our back window,
i saw it snowing two streets to the east.
pellet snow.
snowballs falling from the sky snow.
have you ever seen spring to your left,
and winter to your right?
it was a first for me.
incredible.
the cherry on top of a remarkable day.
the kind where i am feeling so accomplished.
i organized my shoes.
my closet doubled in size.
really,
you should try it.
i did 3 loads of laundry.
bathed the kids AND myself.
the bathing myself is the part i am feeling most proud about.
sean went to his boxing class while the kids took naps.
we ate leftovers from our hunt for hollywood starz dinner last night for lunch today.
i am happy.
sundance last night:
saw no one famous.
but did hear that T.I. ordered a shirley temple last year when he came to ruth's chris.
made me feel liberated for always ordering one at fancy restaurants.
AND that one republic had been in.
AND that pierce brosnan loves the hotel park city, and is a regular at ruth's chris during sundance.
too bad he wasn't at the table next to us.
that would have been awesome.
but really, the food was famous enough to fulfill my desire to see someone famous.
i kid you not,
the best meal of my entire life.
a ribeye steak,
brought out on a 500* plate.
the juices boiling on the plate.
it cut like butter.
and tasted like every flavour you could possibly want in your mouth at one time.
even the green beans made you lust for more.
the potato shoe strings are the french fries i've dreamed of all my life.
then creme brule
the cheesecake.
we sat in that little booth for 2 hours.
side by side.
yes, we're cheezy like that.
sharing a plate.
and laughing.

then we drove down main street in park city.
a bus covered in blue christmas lights lit up our car.
and the most exciting people we saw were three girls in long white coats,
who had just met up with three boys in matching red outfits.
they were taking a picture together,
and everyone was cheering.
the excitement of the town was something to experience.

 i love this weekend.

superSTARZ {sundance}

it's the sundance film festival this weekend.
i've never been.
but it's date night.
so we're headed to park city to say we have been.
does it count if you don't go to a movie?
or can you say you've been if you've just been to park city during sundance?
what time do you think famous people eat dinner?
i want to see someone famous.
we have reservations for dessert.
i wonder if they are allowed to eat dessert?
maybe they can only order fish and vegetables.
or maybe they can only have fruit.
but no whipped cream.
i hope i'm never famous.
i love whipped cream.

time to get creative.

snowy day.
time to get creative.
b/c you know we've spent the las 3 1/2 hours watching tv.

last night's dinner:
potato bar with broccoli and cheddar soup
avocado
chopped bacon
cheese
sour cream
butter

2010+1

last night for family night we did our annual gibson goals.
and talked about the creation,
but i'm pretty sure brennan thought that we were just showing him pictures from the zoo.
after neatly titling our goals,
writing them all down,
and feeling very accomplished and motivated,
i looked at our wonderful list.
for last year.
at least,
that's the year i wrote.
dang.
which is why i've added +1.
b/c it always takes me a few months to remember which year to write.
you?

*thanks again amy for the clipboard!

i want max to know.

max found the tupperware.

i love it when i'm busy in the dishes or preparing meals,

and the kids are peacefully entertained right by my side.

bliss.

i want max to know.

how perfect she is.
how beautiful she is.
how her breath on my face lifts me into euphoria.
how her smile lights up a room.
her soft skin.
her eyes that sparkle.
that she is a daughter of god.
that she and brennan are choice spirits that have graced our home.
that she and brennan have changed me into a person i never knew i'd have the pleasure of becoming.
that being herself is the most beautiful thing she will ever cultivate within herself.
i marvel at her independence.
her assertiveness.
her intellect.
her curiosity.
the way she smiles.
the way she falls backwards without a care in the world.
the way she turns her head to the side and rolls across the floor.
her mellow laugh.
her ability to be happy.
all
of
the
time.
her cheeks.
her little body.
her delicate toes.
her tiny little face.
her itty bitty bum.
her hands.
her lips.
her wispy blonde hair.
her dainty hands.
the way she hangs onto my legs when i'm doing dishes in the kitchen.
her eye lashes that float up and down like the most beautiful feather gracing the skies.
how when she's tired, she puts her head on my shoulder, and i float to heaven.
the way twinkle twinkle little star is her favorite song.
and how she dances to music anytime it comes on.
rocking back and forth.
or bouncing on her toes.
how she is deathly afraid of santa.
even looking at him.
how she loves to peek outside.
with her her chin lifted up and her eyes looking out into the world.
how she adores her big brother.
in.
every.
way.
how she laughs.
especially, when brennan makes her laugh.
there is no greater joy.
than listening to my two kids laugh.
together.
and getting to watch.
is my gift.
how she pumps her legs and shouts for dad when she hears the garage door open at the end of the day.
how she can eat more than me.
i want her to know,
that whatever challenges she may face,
that when the insecurities come,
that there is something greater than us all.
more powerful than anything we can imagine.
that created her.
created brennan.
who gave us this remarkable life.
a heavenly father.
for her to draw upon.
who loves me enough to bless my life with their father, and given me the chance to be in the presence of these amazing children.
for this magical ride.
of motherhood.

...
when you don't feel like cooking,
do this:
this morning i cleaned out my vegetable drawer.
found a rotting tomato.
it was gross.
threw in some yams i had forgotten about.
a quarter of a purple onion.
leftover from pizza night.
love their pretty color.
hate their eye watering tinge.
too lazy to put my goggles on.
so i stuck my face into the freezer.
it helped.
and then i found the rest of the baby carrots.
now they are all sitting in the fatty juices of my boston butt roast.
on low.
for 7-8 hours.