Friday, December 31, 2010
the final frontier
we recently visited the U.S. Space & Rocket Center, which really didn't have much by way of entertainment for the three and under crowd, but they did have vending machines full of dippin' dots (the ice cream of the future). that, a small play area, and two missions to mars (via a motion simulator) had summer and afton very excited to visit outer "stace" again sometime soon.
the wheeler 500
finally: our five-hundredth blog post. what started in august of 2006 (see opening day) as a place to house the random musings of a younger, hotter, and hipper bryan and emily wheeler has blossomed into a regular cacophany of craziness managed and produced by the still pretty young, hot, and hip dynamic duo (and encouraged in large part by our little mischievous misses).
thanks for sharing the ride.
in honor of this momentous occasion, here are a few fun facts about our little corner of the blogosphere:
in honor of this momentous occasion, here are a few fun facts about our little corner of the blogosphere:
- Monthly visitors
- Jun 2007 (the first month we turned on analytics): 32
- Dec 2010: 239
- Monthly page views
- Jun 2007: 228
- Dec 2010: 1750
- RSS subscribers: 49
- Number of US states sending visitors: 50
- US state sending the least visits: New Hampshire (1) --come on NH, show us the love!
- Number of countries sending visitors: 72
- Site referring the most traffic: http://jackandjillofalltrades.blogspot.com/
so...think you can handle 500 more?
Sunday, December 26, 2010
filthy the snowman
it hadn't snowed on christmas in huntsville, alabama since 1963.
so the girls and bryan made good use of the white stuff.
an almost white christmas.
Friday, December 24, 2010
o holy night
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6
Isaiah 9:6
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Tarp me!
Back on Labor Day, I found myself staring into my laptop screen. We hadn't made plans to take advantage of the holiday. I chided myself; I still hadn't fully transitioned out of "this-project-at-work-is-taking-all-of-my-waking-hours" mode. My mind began to daydream about how I might spend my weekends in the wet fall and winter of the Pacific Northwest. My thoughts turned to a problem that had plagued me in the spring: How to keep dry while getting in and out of my bivy during a rain storm.
Internet searches yielded no commercially available products that would meet my needs. I did, however, stumble upon the dark underbelly of the backpacking world: weight conscious minimalists who fret so much about the weight of their gear that they fabricate their own backpacking shelters instead of buying stuff off the shelf. On various online forums, I found links to suppliers of ultralight materials and plans and tips for creating your own gear. Within the hour, I'd placed an order for 6 yards of silicone impregnated ripstop nylon, 55 yards of fortified thread, and a few feet of grosgrain.
When the supplies arrived (actually, minutes after the charges hit our bank account), Emily gave me a pep talk for the arduous and exciting task ahead. And by pep talk, I mean a stern warning that this little sewing project for me better not turn into a large sewing project for her.
I replied that I wouldn't be "sewing." I would be "tent engineering." And all I needed from her was a quick primer on how to operate a Singer "tent engineering" machine, and I wouldn't bother her again.
After the intro to sewing, I quickly got down to business, sketched out a design (complete with a caternary cut), and crafted a prototype out of hot pink cotton. Satisfied with my results, I turned the scissors to the real material.
Around this point in time, I found myself working in another "this-project-at-work-is-taking-all-of-my-waking-hours" mode and the tarp was mothballed. Until the other day.
Starting in the afternoon and working until 3AM, I emerged victorious from thesewing table tent fabrication floor.
At this point, it's probably worth a comparison with its well known, readily available brother: the blue 8x10 tarp. Which gains the advantage?
Internet searches yielded no commercially available products that would meet my needs. I did, however, stumble upon the dark underbelly of the backpacking world: weight conscious minimalists who fret so much about the weight of their gear that they fabricate their own backpacking shelters instead of buying stuff off the shelf. On various online forums, I found links to suppliers of ultralight materials and plans and tips for creating your own gear. Within the hour, I'd placed an order for 6 yards of silicone impregnated ripstop nylon, 55 yards of fortified thread, and a few feet of grosgrain.
When the supplies arrived (actually, minutes after the charges hit our bank account), Emily gave me a pep talk for the arduous and exciting task ahead. And by pep talk, I mean a stern warning that this little sewing project for me better not turn into a large sewing project for her.
I replied that I wouldn't be "sewing." I would be "tent engineering." And all I needed from her was a quick primer on how to operate a Singer "tent engineering" machine, and I wouldn't bother her again.
After the intro to sewing, I quickly got down to business, sketched out a design (complete with a caternary cut), and crafted a prototype out of hot pink cotton. Satisfied with my results, I turned the scissors to the real material.
Around this point in time, I found myself working in another "this-project-at-work-is-taking-all-of-my-waking-hours" mode and the tarp was mothballed. Until the other day.
Starting in the afternoon and working until 3AM, I emerged victorious from the
Behold the tarp in it's pitched glory!
At this point, it's probably worth a comparison with its well known, readily available brother: the blue 8x10 tarp. Which gains the advantage?
- Packability -- my tarp. It rolls up nice and compact.
- Weight -- my tarp. I don't have a scale on hand, but there raw materials weighed about 12 oz.
- Stability in a windstorm -- my tarp. The caternary cut allows it to be pitched super taut. Wind flows right over it.
- Flexibility -- blue tarp. The caternary cut makes it less useful in other pitching scenarios. And I probably wouldn't use it to protect my driveway from a dump truck full of mulch .
- Price -- The blue tarp. It's less than $3. In material costs, I'm probably looking at $50 for my tarp. The labors costs might be 20 to 40 times more.
- Only do it if you want to do it. Other people can make it better and more cost effectively
- Silicone impregnated nylon is difficult to work with -- my prototype material was cotton and made me think I was a pretty awesome tent engineer. The nylon took a serious toll on my self esteem.
- Be ready to improvise -- for example, since I couldn't use an iron to press the seams and hems, I resorted to glue sticks and paper clips.
A closeup of my handiwork. Surprisingly good in some places.
Embarrassing in others.
Monday, December 13, 2010
shop to it
the other day, summer brought me a piece of scrap paper and instructed me to jot down her grocery list.
it's great to see she's got all the important food groups covered.
it's great to see she's got all the important food groups covered.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
you better not pout
eureka! summer has finally softened in her feelings towards st. nick.
while afton (who was awake this year) isn't quite feeling that holiday vibe.
merry christmas!
Friday, December 10, 2010
tis the season
for cashew caramel corn.
feeling adventurous? add bacon.
(fun wheeler family factoid: the first gift a young, newly married bryan and emily received from santa for christmas was a hot air corn popper. the very same one i used yesterday.)
feeling adventurous? add bacon.
(fun wheeler family factoid: the first gift a young, newly married bryan and emily received from santa for christmas was a hot air corn popper. the very same one i used yesterday.)
happiness hit her
summer has a new favorite song. it's been a fave of her mom's for several months now, and summer's capricious musical interest has finally grabbed hold.
florence + the machine call it "dog days are over," summer just calls it "dogs" (or sometimes "puppies"), and she requests that the song stars in our afternoon dance party most every day. (to which afton chants, "dance! dance! dance!")
(side note: do you bite your thumb at us, sir?)
i think the song's lyrics must really resonate with the trials of toddlerhood.
that's right, summer, "leave all your love and your longing behind,
you can't carry it with you if you want to survive."
Thursday, December 09, 2010
one boot wonder
every evening, around dinnertime, afton finds summer's rainboots
and wanders around the house for a few hours with one of them on.
and wanders around the house for a few hours with one of them on.
the left one.
Friday, December 03, 2010
i love to see the temple
one of our favorite things to do when visiting the SLC is to tour temple square.
the girls love it, too.
death by chocolate
once you have ina's fudgy, buttery, nutty, chocolaty (!!) brownies,
you'll never go back to the box again.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
a winter wonderland
we traded in the flurries of snow in seattle for a few feet in eden.
summer is now at one with the white powder, while afton remains skeptical.
(and in other breaking news: mama's hair looks like a chia pet.)
cousin kellyn.
aunt cindy and cousin joshua.
uncle james and cousin kellyn.
at snowbasin.
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
the whole fam damily
we will post the "real" wheeler family photo soon (photoshopped and all).
until then, here's a teaser:
thanksgiving feast
we were lucky enough to have been treated to a fabulous feast at the grand america in salt lake city for thanksgiving this year. such a perfect way to spend turkey day: dressing up, going out, eating, eating, and eating (and eating), and not having to do any of the work.
advent
–noun
1.
a coming into place, view, or being; arrival: the advent of the holiday season.
2.
(usually initial capital letter) the coming of Christ into the world.
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