Wednesday, May 04, 2016

caleb and the fire truck


preschool field trip rite of passage.


Thursday, April 28, 2016

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

newport beach, part last

maggie and milly and molly and may 
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang 
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing 
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone 
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) 
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

--e.e. cummings



















Sunday, April 24, 2016

newport beach, part penultimate


or the one where we do stuff other than go to the beach.

at the san diego zoo:





(ps - we had a *much* better experience than we did last time.)


the getty villa in los angeles (we also went to the getty museum, but no pics):





and more eating our faces off on balboa island:

ice cream for dinner, kids!






with cookies for dessert!



newport beach, part second


the wheelers. at the beach. (in the rain.)





really love what the weather is doing to your hair here, buddy:




dear emily: why are you wearing such gigantic dark sunglasses if it's overcast and raining out? 

duh, it's because they make me look like a movie star (insert glam emoji here).

actually, it's because i have a pretty intense eye infection hidden under those suckers. one that started the day we left for newport beach, lasted nearly the entire week we were there, and landed me at urgent care for a few hours trying to get it checked out.

and if i hadn't told you, you'd never know.

so i guess the sunglasses did their job. and also the internet is full of people who are hiding something (insert sunglasses emoji here).


an evening stroll down to newport pier:








Saturday, April 23, 2016

newport beach, part first

spring break fell on a big week for our family (anniversary + two birthdays) this year, so we decided to pack up and take a little trip to southern california for some sun and surf to celebrate.

unfortunately, socal didn't get the memo that we were coming and decided to be rainy and overcast for the first few days we were there (we actually left sun in seattle. irony much?)

but never fear, the wheelers don't melt in the rain, and a short ferry ride to balboa island for some sugar 'n spice frozen bananas and dad's hippo cookies cheered the kidlets right up.

plus, no crowds!







happiest day of his life chasing birds around balboa pier:



can't keep this crew from the water for long, though. 
swimsuits or none, the waves just call to them.







the sand, too:



Friday, April 15, 2016

birthday boy, two

happiest of birthdays to this total stud.


(who does not like candles poking holes in his angel food cake.)

love you, babe!

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

birthday boy

caleb turning four years old today like a boss.


Monday, April 11, 2016

down by the sea


come to the beach
where the sea is blue
and little white waves
come running at you.

a wave comes splashing
over your toes,
you just stand still
and away it goes.

we'll build a castle
down by the sea
and look for shells
if you'll come with me.

--unknown

emily goes to the beach


in case anyone was concerned by that blinding 
white light reflecting off the california coast.


(all the laughing so hard i'm crying emojis 😂)


Sunday, April 10, 2016

a dozen

bryan and emily wheeler at the getty villa in 
los angeles on their twelfth wedding anniversary


as photographed by their children.


Saturday, April 09, 2016

beachy keen

dear newport beach, 
you think a little rain is going to keep the wheelers away today?


born and raised in the pacific northwest, baby!
bring it.

Sunday, April 03, 2016

last weekend's egg hunt


we have a great community egg hunt that the kids enjoy every year.
this year the weather was tops!



taking selfies with dallin before the hunt in an effort to 
distract him from entering the arena too soon.

(which worked for all of twenty seconds before i had to resort to just 
pinning him down while he screamed, "eggs! eggs! eggs!" toddlers, amiright?)



caleb dressed in his easter brights for easy spotting. with that bald 
blonde head, he was practically a sun beam out there.



dallin's first hunt! (it's serious business, yo.)




Friday, April 01, 2016

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Hallelujah


"In the case of us mortals, men and women are confronted with a world in which there are appealing arguments for God as a childish projection, for modern prophets as scheming or deluded imposters, and for modern scriptures as so much fabulous fiction. But there is also compelling evidence that a glorious divinity presides over the cosmos, that God calls and anoints prophets, and that His word and will are made manifest through a sacred canon that is never definitively closed. There is, as with the ass of Buridan, nothing to compel an individual’s preference for one over the other. But in the case of us mortals, there is something to tip the scale. There is something to predispose us to a life of faith or a life of unbelief. There is a heart that in these conditions of equilibrium and balance—and only in these conditions of equilibrium and balance, equally “enticed by the one or the other”—is truly free to choose belief or cynicism, faith or faithlessness.
Why, then, is there more merit—given this perfect balance—in believing in the Christ (and His gospel and prophets) than believing in a false deity or in nothing at all? Perhaps because there is nothing in the universe—or in any possible universe—more perfectly good, absolutely beautiful, and worthy of adoration and emulation than this Christ. A gesture of belief in that direction, a will manifesting itself as a desire to acknowledge His virtues as the paramount qualities of a divided universe, is a response to the best in us, the best and noblest of which the human soul is capable. For we do indeed create gods after our own image—or potential image. And that is an activity endowed with incalculable moral significance."
"Lightning Out of Heaven," Terryl L. Givens, BYU Speeches November 2005
#Hallelujah

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

girls' room redo

summer and afton recently (and without warning!) grew out of their playhouse room

(easily their mother's most favorite room in the house.)

they ended up leaving it a mess all time time because the setup just wasn't suiting their needs anymore.

new needs included: a bigger dresser for their bigger clothes, more floor space to set up their barbies and/or american girls and/or my little ponies and/or shopkins and/or whatever especially tiny toys they are in to on any given day, a space to spend hours drawing (doing homework would be nice, too), and a place to store their ever growing collection of art supplies.

here's what we came up with:






a couple of these projects were a wee bit DIY because i got this crazy, harebrained idea that i was some kind of ikea hacker. dear future emily, you are definitely NOT an ikea hacker (your blood pressure may never be the same), but it was worth a go.

after clearing out and selling most of their old stuff, i painted the room (and the ceiling -- curse whoever decided it was a good idea to put color on ceilings!)

then i spray painted almost every thing i could get my hands on with gold spray paint (the dresser knobs, the curtain finials, picture frames, the desk legs, a couple of my kids). 

i painted the ikea hemnes drawer fronts for a peachy ombre effect and mounted bookplates on the ikea alex drawers. 

bryan and i built the desk from an ikea linnmon top and four hairpin legs. 

i also found an awesome idea for a striped bulletin board at sarah m. dorsey designs, used liquid nails to adhere a few ikea corkboards together, and spray painted a copycat design. my piece de resistance.

now the girls are happy, and i'm tired (but the girls are happy).

this message proudly sponsored by our recent trip to ikea 
and the many, many (MANY) trips to the hardware store that followed (hi logan!)