Spare Tires, etc.

This Saturday we found our city covered in a heavy blanket of snow. When faced with such an encounter, you have two choices: hibernate under warm covers and deal with cabin-fevered kids, or suit up and embrace the cold. We found some old inner tubes in the garage and set out to our favorite Spokane park. The kids were fearless (no surprise) and went down the same slopes as the teenagers. Chad and I were disturbed to realize the tubes we used to float down the Provo river as college students could no longer support our big bums, so we were spectators only :( Next time we'll buy some Monster truck tubes for ourselves.
Be prepared for gratuitous family photos...

A bone

Ok, so after some thought over which blog to post this on (this one, Reynolds family or mine) Frank4president won out on account of #1, the caliber of people who read and contribute to this blog of course and #2 - any ounce of squeamishness you once posessed has been smudged out of you by either attending thousands of hours of med school classes or being subjected to your spouse's med school study material. And really, let's be honest here - just by being friends with Brandon and I - that would desensitized the most Squeamish of all Squeamyishnesses. Which is also why I posted the picture of the face lift aftermath on this blog as well. You guys are the only ones who could handle it. ANYWHO. I swear I'm getting to my point (you know you all miss me, admit it.) The following transcript was taken from our bathroom two evenings ago:

Ruby: (on toilet and crying) Waaaah!
Me: (concerned mother calling out to her dear daughter from another room) Ruby, quit crying and finish up! We have to leave!
Ruby: (still on toilet and continues to cry) Waaaah!
Me: (comes in from the other room, sweetly smiling and as always, is as patient as can be) Hey, what's the deal? What are you crying about?
Ruby: (still on toilet and still crying) Waaaah! I can't push out my poo-pee! It won't come out! Waaaah!
(So we sit awhile, I have her drink some warm water and finally, she goes)
Ruby: (ever so excited) Mom! I think I just pooped out a BONE!

It took everything in me to not call Brandon at work and let him know our daughter "just pooped out a bone."

New blog login thingee

The company that hosts our blog has updated their software, so everyone will need to update their login information if you still want to be able to post, which I hope hope hope you all do, because I love reading them. Just follow the directions... It's now done through Google or something. You're all smart - you can figure it out. :)

Face lift, anyone?

I get some pretty funny responses when people learn that my husband will someday soon be a plastic surgeon. Of course, their eyes quickly scan my body for any obvious "upgrades", and just as quick as they figure out that the obvious answer to their queries is a big "no", out shoots all kinds of probing questions as to what I will have done to myself in the future. Among these questions is always the "So, are you totally going to get a face lift someday?" And my answer is always "I hope not." Here's why: