Friday, December 29, 2006


"I like to stratch everything I see"

Saturday, December 23, 2006

all i want for christmas

...is a warm, spicy, tangy shrimp taco.
for dinner? Yes.
for lunch? Of Course.
for breakfast? Oh Yeah!
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Monday, December 11, 2006

christmas web-letter (bletter?)

It's been a busy year for the West Coast Mortons.....
Though not as crazy as last year, this one leaves us wondering again how we got here. Somehow we managed to endure several more changes in the last twelve months, and it's hard to believe what life was like at the dawn of 2006.

In January we took a return trip to one of our favorite spots. Abby was three months pregnant which added a lot of fun to the hostel rooms with bathrooms down the hall and hiking over a mountain trying to keep her heart rate below 140. But we had to backpack the Milford (not us in the pictures) when we got reservations only by a freak chance. All of you who get Backpacker Magazine know why.

Abby turned twenty-six in March but we have no record of how we celebrated. I'm sure we had fun.

We discovered more and more how perfect we are for each other.

We continued scouting for new photography, and sometime in the spring we decided to try our hand at something new. Though it didn't turn out so well, I'm sure we learned something but we're still in love with photography. We're even moving forward as I got the best present ever.
And then our lives changed forever (for the fourth time in two years?) on July 15. Though we still don't know what we're doing, at the very least we're photographically inspired.

In August we moved to a larger apartment, celebrated our first anniversary, and tried another something new. We were hoping to use our skills to change the world but we don't actually have any. We went on a little trip Labor Day weekend, then tried to revive an old interest. It didn't last long, but we do still like traveling, so we headed out on another long weekend. Grant can't tie us down completely!

Had enough of the run around yet?

As for things we haven't blogged about in the last year, I am still working for Sierra Builders (Abby's Dad's company) and am now a Superintendent. Abby and Grant have gone back to work as well at Sierra Builders doing project administration part time. It's not rare for our bathroom conversation to be about contracts and change orders for the latest project. A few days a week Abby takes Grant out walking with hopes of one day being in another half marathon.

We went to a few churches looking for a good home and finally found it at Coram Deo. It's a new church plant in South Reno (when it gets a website we'll link it to our blog). I help with the worship there and Abby does...a lot of random ministry. I am also leading worship at another church for the month of December which has been a good stretching experience. Needless to say we miss some of the nights last year when we spent all evening on the couch relaxing and laughing. Now it's ministry, diapers, ...and laughing.

So there's our year of life around here. I'm sure we'd better get used to change.
Hope you all are well and enjoying the holidays.

Peace,

Tim, Abby, and Grant


Sunday, December 10, 2006

50 bucks!

What would you do for 50 bucks at Circuit City? What if you really wanted an iPod? Dawson and Luke stood in line, at the new store opening in Spanish Spring, in the freezing cold for three hours. Grant and I (abby) did it for two. When I took him out of his blanket smothered stroller for 20 minutes to feed him I breathed on his face to keep him warm. We got our gift cards, walked in the store and walked out because (a) the reason Dawson came was for a dvd player and in line he figured out he had one in his garage. (b) it was becoming increasingly obvious that if everyone outside came inside we would all suffocate. And (c) we both need more money before we close the gap on our iPod dreams...like all but 50 bucks.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

independence

Being a single gal for so many years, I learned to pride myself on being independent. I lived on my own, traveled on my own, and even built this futon I'm sitting on now on my own. Or should I say "put together", I don't actually cut wood. But anyway, since I've been married I've been soaking up the blessing of not having to do everything...I don't get oil changes anymore, I don't build furniture, and I never take out the trash! Yes! But last week I felt the need to prove I could still survive without a man (and I didn't want to wait until Tim had time to do it). So I poured out the pieces and put together Grant's excersaucer. It only took me two hours. Well, technically it took me 40 minutes to build the saucer and 80 minutes to add the spinning monkey toy. Here's how it went.


Metal stick for the middle of monkey spinner seems too long...








What would Tim do? Push really hard, I'll try that...










After forty minutes of pushing and watching Oprah, I give the saucer the finger with its own stupid metal stick.









Then I finally outsmarted it with leverage. Grant and I have been happy ever since...except when he cries in the night...or spits up on me...or we go walking in the freezing cold wind...but you get the picture.

twins!

No, not us...
One of my best friends since kindergarden Shannah Boise, now Kassebaum, just had her beautiful twins!! Aubrey and Allison arrived last wednesday, small but very healthy. Praise the Lord! Grant and I visited on Thursday. He told me he thought they were cute. I guess he likes petite girls (unlike his father) I told him he couldn't date until after college.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

got food?

Have you ever needed groceries one day, only you had to wait four more days before you could go out to get them? This week the task master we call the budget severely limited our meat intake, eliminated our vegetable intake, and jacked with our brownie intake. Have you ever tried to replace an egg (or 2) in a brownie mix with a little pancake batter and more oil (Mom: it was Tim's idea) (Tim's mom: He made up some good reasoning why it should work). You make sweets that literally sweat. Tim actually "paper-toweled" his dessert. He doesn't even do that to Little Ceasers pizza! But I guess they weren't that bad, I just had a glob for breakfast.

But seriously, there are a lot of people who can't buy groceries today, I'm lucky I only run into the problem every few months. Today I just may go out and get some food. I included a picture of our fridge so you can judge whether I'm exaggerating.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

they do, they don't

I guess the reason kids are a blessing is because they are so freaking hilarious!

I babysat my nephews and niece this last week. Noah opened a dinosour book to teach me about dinosours. I took notes on what Dr. Geller told me:

(warning: Tim and I had to calm down for 15 minutes before reading the second sentence.)

...They’re green, if those ones get green they don’t. If they turn green, blue, purple, they don’t. If they do they don't, they do. If those ones turn blue or they don’t, they do, they don’t, do, don’t. If this one gets fire then this one gets green, purple, blue, black, green.

If this gets that then this one does it. It turns green, black, purple, or they get dead or they eat trees or stuff. If they turn into blue, green, purple, then they turn into purple. If they eat green trees then they don’t turn green, blue, black, purple, they do, they don’t.

If these ones get dead they make the footprints, if they make footprints they get big teeth. Then they will make themselves pink. If he does he won’t, he does, he won’t, then they turn green. If this one gets dead he won’t, if he does, he won’t and won’t make footprints. If he drinks water and trees and food. If he turns into black he gets eyes. If he gets dead he will eat a house, then turn into green. If he does he won’t.

Friday, November 17, 2006

short arms

1st place: Jose for accuracy
2nd place: Dave for creativity
3rd place: Ritters for anal-retentiveness



This is Tim's reenactment of last night's situation. As you can see in comparison to Grant, Jose has it right (although we don't like to tell Grant he has a planetoid sized head) his arms should definitely reach farther then they do. We thank all of you who played the game so quickly and creatively, maybe there will be more games in your future.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

What's wrong here?

...besides the fact that it looks like we're torturing our son does anyone see anything wrong with this picture?



And since Grant is four months as of yesterday here's a few of his modeling shots.


Wednesday, November 08, 2006

it's late...


Yes, 2am. Woke up to Grant crying, stayed awake thinking...
I checked him, he was fine.
Coram Deo...
bulletin...
could I bring spaghetti to the Pot Luck...
would I put it in a Crock Pot?...
behind on writing friends...
thankyous that need to go out...
allergies...
Tim said something in his sleep...
I'm going to be mad in the morning...

I got up and linked some new people to the blog, long overdue.
The last swig of Dimeatap should help me soon.

So this is a picture of me in my Baby Gap ribbion belt. A side bonus from the baby gift of Misha and Tim Fasel. I heard Misha has a blog...if you're reading...and I know you're addicted...deal me in. Maybe it's to late to be blogging...

Sunday, November 05, 2006

He's Getting Smarter

Yesterday we took Grant to a birthday party for the 1-year-old son of one of Abby's walking partners. Upon entering the house, we were greeted by the grandmother, who leaned in closer to have a better look at our fantastically good-looking baby. "And what's your name, little one?" she cooed. Grant promptly responded, "BraaaAAHHp." Such a little gentleman.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

The Break-up


The honeymoon is over. This was our night...

Tim: brings home flowers
Abby: wakes up from nap and begins to frantically clean beacuse she knows she's behind and can't get it done during the week.
Tim: "Honey, could you turn off the lights when you're done in a room?"
Abby hears: I don't care that you're cleaning all the messes I've made over the last week but I do care that you just wasted $.03. And you ALWAYS do crap like that.
Abby: Keeps cleaning, feeding the baby, not talking or looking at her handsome man.
Tim: After watching TV awhile figures out he's gotten into something he shouldn't have and begins to make the bed.
Tim: Corners Abby in a narrow passageway and asks why she's angry.
Abby: Admits to anger but does not say why until she feels she will not weep or maim his face.
Together: Talk about our feelings, make up, and watch The Break-up.
Abby: "Just break up with me....leave..I don't care....."
Tim: "Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have gotten that movie."

Now Tim is making me fresh whipped cream and strawberries so I guess everything is going to be okay.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

name that costume


Grant eating mommy's
home made costume.

Grant is a ________?
(a) Gourd
(b) Tree
(c) Elf

Halloween is tiring.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

my husband is hot

I don't have much to say, but I worked on a new title picture for you. This is a self portrait of Tim on top of Mt Rose last weekend. I added the sun flare, hope you like it.

Monday, October 16, 2006

grant's portland weekend


This is Grant,
the baby that was excited to go to Portland

he rode to the beach and posed on the beach,
he was excited to go to Portland,

he met mom's old friends,
he rode to the beach, he posed on the beach,
he was excited to go to Portland,

he went to a brewery,
he met mom's old friends,
he rode to the beach and posed on the beach,
he was excited to go to Portland,

he played with his cousin Gabe,
he went to a brewery,
he met mom's old friends,
he went to the beach and posed on the beach,
he was excited to go to Portland.

story disclaimer:
if you live in Portland and I didn't see you, I apologize, the trip was short
if you feel this post revolves too much around Grant it's because we've noticed that stories of this type recieve a better turnout in the comment area.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Sunday, October 08, 2006

...and more painting

Friday night we decided to try our hand at painting once again. We had some ideas but, as usual, things turned out much different from what we planned....

We wanted to try to paint one large canvas together, but the store didn't have what we wanted, so we got four smaller ones, thinking we could each paint two and hang them all together as one. We threw down some plastic and sheets on the parents' lawn, mixed up some colors, and started slinging paint. No brushes this time - just cups and spoons. Grant sat inside in the swing while his grandparents told him we were crazy.

Of course it would be safe to paint outside on the lawn in Reno - there's never even a chance of rain. But before long it started to pour. We quickly relocated to the covered porch, spreading new plastic and turning on the floodlights, and continued throwing paint. But the wind was blowing so hard that it threw rain on Abby's canvases and started running the colors. So then it was on to the garage.

By this time my paintings were done. Abby's were beyond repair - no amount of dabbing with a paper towel could salvage them now, so she decided to add more water until it all ran together. I was curious what would happen if we scraped the excess paint off before it dried, so we could reuse the canvas later. Abby agreed to let me try it on one. After the first swipe with the scraper, she realized we were on to something. I scraped the rest, we added in some paint to cover the remaining openings and smeared that, then she threw a few final blotches on for the finish.

If everything goes right, these will be the first step in Abby's latest plan to save the world (more about that later). But that would mean giving them up and I'm starting to get attached...


Thursday, October 05, 2006

Tim doesn't know

After hunting Tahoe all day for a shot of the lake and some kind of colored leaf this is all I could find. Tim hates the dead tree but I don't think he knows what kind of photography the general public likes. He's a bit on the snooty side... and by a bit I mean a lot. Hey, I'm not knocking it I'm just trying to get to the truth. Does this photo suck?



And what about the tree quartet?
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Monday, October 02, 2006

back to some art






Thanks for always letting me use your camera Dad!

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

catch that smile

Grant has been smiling now for a few weeks. It comes out when we squeal in excitement to see him (even if we're pretending once in a while) and when we dress him and he can bite his shirt. The problem comes when we point the camera at him, he then gets very serious and nothing can break his concentration. However, today I caught him after his bath...



If you want to see more there's a new photo album on Shutterfly for ya.