Has Anyone Seen . . .

Our tramp, our swingset,

our barbecue, or our dog? Just wondering.

LW Is Loved

It's good to be worshipped, even if it involves being used as a human cushion.

And The Christmas Eve Gift Is. . . Pajamas!!!!

Surprise, surprise. The kids got to open pajamas on Chrismas Eve. Grandma Z, Grandma Kathy and Grandpa Winston came over for the annual event, and they even brought clam chowder and rolls. Yummy! I thought this year my little ones would know what was in those packages, but nope. Apparently it was still a surprise. I wonder how many more years of jamma surprises we have left?

Here Comes Santa Claus (And A Cute Elf, Too)

Santa Claus and his cute little Helper Elf dropped by our Glover family Christmas Eve party at Nan and Britt's house. I couldn't help but notice a few similarities to two of our favorite people in the world. (Olivia informed me with a whisper that Santa was actually Grandpa Worthy. But sshhh... I'm not supposed to tell).

Before I Put Christmas Away . . .

Our latest diner adventure was at Ruth's Diner, which is located up emigration canyon just past the Hogle Zoo. It was yummy, yummy. Here are just a few of the awards it has recieved:

Salt Lake Magazine Dining Award for 2008

BEST BREAKFAST

"Like Having Dinner at Mom's in the Mountains"

Cincinnati Enquirer

"In a perfect world, every town would have a Diner just like Ruth's"

Ted Scheffler - CityWeekly

"Cooking is like grandma's — with a few sassy additions"

Stephanie Tanner-Brown - Deseret Morning News

And, of course, a feature on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.

Ruth's was recently remodeled, and it is gorgeous.

Ruth's has been around for a long time, and has a colorful past.

You can read about it here.

Little W's Adoption Story

Nan has published our Little Man's adoption story on the r house, a blog dedicated to adoption.

Thank you, Nan, for your beautiful words. I have tried many times to write this story down, and have not been successful. For one thing, my memories are not reliable. I can remember the day, months after we lost him, that I realized that I had no memory of most of the previous months. The memories I did have were fuzzy and colorless. I was concentrating on breathing in and out. For another thing, I find that my emotions are still, after 8 years, too raw to write objectively.

So I really mean it when I say thank you, Nan. You have such a gift for words, and we are blessed to be the recipients of them.

Although the names have been changed, here is our story. And we lived happily ever after!