The Pear

As I was unpacking my backpack from hiking over the weekend, I pulled out various granola bars and an overly ripe pear. Isaac seized the pear and then spent the better part of an hour wandering around the house gnawing on it and mumbling to himself. We are still finding little pieces of that pear around the house--he made quite a mess!

Rammell Roundup

Ok, we have fallen behind in our blogging. So here you have the Rammell Roundup:

Two weekends ago we went to St. George to visit Grandma Rammell. Isaac was sick the entire time and let us know by his constant screaming. Apart from that, the weather was good and Grandma was a lot of fun. Unfortunately, our memory card self-destructed so we have no pictures.

This past Easter weekend, Diana's mom and brother (Wayne) came for a visit. We hiked up Mt. Garfield (the boys) and did some beading (the girls). Isaac was very happy to have friends visit. He and Wayne followed each other around the house giggling. Here are some pictures of Mr. Garfield and yet more pictures of our Easter activities.

IJ's Birthday in Ouray, Hooray!

Today is Isaac's first birthday. We can harldy believe the year has come and gone so quickly and how much our lives have changed. Who knew this little guy would have so much personality? If the next one has the same energy level, we're going to invest in leashes and clone Diana.

Grandma and Grandpa Rammell came with Uncle Brian for the birthday celebration. We took them down to Ouray (billed as America's Switzerland), an old mining town that is now a tourist trap. We had a great time tromping through the snow to box canyon falls, eating great food, and enjoying the mountain scenery. As you can see, Ouray has an ice climbing park. And here I sit, an hour and a half away, with a garage full of climbing gear. The climbing season is just about over, the ice has maybe another month. I dying to climb up there but can't find a partner, any takers?

When we got home we had a kickin' birthday party. Di made a monster cake, which Isaac quickly obliterated. He was blue from head to foot. After his bath, the tub looked like a family of smurfs had drowned.

Short on Words, Deep in Meaning

Last month, the LA Times ran a story about 6 word memoirs. That's right, tell your story with just six words. You can read the article here. My favorite responses were: "Ex-wife and contractor now have house" (Drew Peck) and "Brought it to a boil, often." (Mario Batali)

So last week, our ever-creative Grandma Rammell mailed us a few of her own six word memoirs, and challenged us to come up with a few as well. Here are some of hers:

• The dam didn't break until 1976. (The Teton Dam flooded the family farm)
• Mr. Rammell doesn't live here anymore.
  
• Will trade: double bed for motorcycle.
• Moving Sale: cemetery plot, no view.
• Fifty years with Merrill: what's next?
• Bobbie's got her groove back now.
• He didn't think it was loaded.
  
• Go! The light is still yellow.

And here is what we came up with last night:

• Finally having babies: I'm so tired.
• Baby want food, food, food, food.
  
• Pregnant woman demands cake, tangelos, Applebee's.
• I chase a baby... all day.
• Family far, but Diana close -- perfect.
• Lovely Diana, rambunctious Isaac, life's good.
• Just graduated, but wanna go back.
• Birthday in June, buy me books.
• Let's camp this summer, call us!
• Not rich, not poor, just happy
• Long walks, camping trips, hot cocoa
  

So now, dear readers, come up with some six word memoirs of your own! Post them as a comment!

UPDATE: We have had over 100 hits on our blog since I posted this. And, thanks to Google Analytics, I know what cities they are coming from. So, I want some six line memoirs here or I am going to start naming names.