were you aware

that many of J. Crew's wedding dresses have (sit down, and take a deep breath)

POCKETS?


I am in love with the idea of pockets in a wedding dress.

Very Sweet

I found this on a mommy blog, and the mom told me I could share it here.
I guess she was playing the Yeah Yeah Yeah's new album, and when she peaked out the window, her daughter and nephew were dancing.
They were watching their own reflections in the window, and I think it's wonderful.

Lauren mentioned how natural it is for little kids to dance. They are affected, yes, by the sort of dancing they might see elsewhere, but for the most part, babies start moving to music as soon as it turns on.
Anyways, please enjoy, and check out Carolyn's very sweet blog, and other videos of her cute kids at Vimeo

window dance from team boo on Vimeo.

Kathryn

she is my sister.
I didn't make a kathryn post for her birthday, but I wanted to now, because two days ago, she turned four.
FOUR.
Four years ago my mom told me that she was feeling sick, and I immediately assured her that I had what she had.
Too bad for me, what she had was a baby.

she is the sweetest most adorable child in history.
and, because she's a froelich, she might also be the craziest.

I hardly have any pictures of her from the last four years, since I lost all my photos.
But you can see what a cute three year old she was, and what a cute four year old she'll be.
and hear all about her.
Here goes:
Before she could even speak, Kathryn started developing sarcastic qualities, such as fake laughing and eye rolling.
As a one year old, Kathryn was known to exclaim: "oh, the insanity!" and "uffdah!" after sarah simo taught her how.
And she had no fear climbing up the outside of the staircase, and on to our upright piano, or on to window sills, or jumping off the couch onto the cement floor in the basement.
She spent a good deal of time breaking things, and then yelling "Holy moly! That was naughty."
Once as we read a Clifford book before bed, she touched Emily Elizabeth's face and sighed, "Oh isn't she charming? I just love her."
Another time, a friend came over. "Be careful not to wear your shoes on the carpet," she warned.
"What are you, forty?" asked the man.
"Oh, no. Just two."
Kathryn, more than anyone in the family, loves to be naked, too. Once, as she ran around unclothed, my mom said "You better put pants on before you get a spanking, because that's what happens to bare butts."
"But Mom," said Kathryn, "I'm not a bear, I'm a bunny!"




"hey. spank me with a spoon" kathryn
"no, you haven't been naughty and i don't want to hurt you." dad (also, he doesn't spank his kids with spoons)
"i wouldn't get hurt, i'd laugh like this: ha ha!" kathryn

"hey, mom and i are getting married!" kathryn
"don't you want to marry a boy your own age, katie?" mary
"what? a two and a half year old?" kathryn

"kathryn, you are the best thing ever born." dad
"yes. yes, i think i am." kathryn

"let's watch Barbie Princess! and we will hold hands and do *this* (sways back and forth)" kathryn
"alright, that's fine." Riggs

"kathryn, i saw elder facer today!" me
"*gasp* oh! was he singing?" kathryn

"you look like a ragamuffin, i need to comb your hair." mom
"people LOVE me when i am a ragamuffin" kathryn



A few weeks ago when I called home my mother told my the following story:
As she undressed my sister Kathryn she found the name of one of her friends written in marker across Kathryn's back.
"Kathryn," said my mom, "why does your back say James?"
"What!?" exclaimed Kathryn, "he was supposed to write MY name!"
Later, as she pulled off her panties, my mom could see two little people drawn on each of Kathryn's butt cheeks.



Last night while I was on the phone with my mom, she stopped talking to me, and said to my sister, "hey, why do you have poop on your arm?"
"I don't know," said Kathryn.
There was a pause.
"Did you poop outside?"
"Yes I did."
"Please don't ask me how I guessed that."



mom: why don't you make gingerbread cookies?
kathryn: i'll get the bread!


kathryn: when i die, how will I get up to heaven to be with God?
mom: um... you just float up, maybe.
kathryn: or maybe, I close my eyes when I'm alive, and then die, and when I open my eyes, I'm already in Heaven with God.
mom: yeah, that's probably it.

kathryn: those are my good boys. Jack is so handsome. When he get's bigger, he'll get all the girls, and so will his handsome friend Sam.

becky: this is how you make the letter A, do you want to try it?
kathryn: yeah, I think I can handle that.

kathryn: everybody has a different jesus
dad: what, kathryn?
kathryn: i mean... do you think jesus has buddy in his left hand?
dad: buddy the dog?
kathryn: yes, do you think jesus has him in his left hand?
dad: i think jesus knows buddy, yes.
kathryn: jesus is so strong, because he can pick up things like big dogs.
dad: he vanquished sin
kathryn: what? what did you say?
dad: he vanquished sin
kathryn: he's so strong that he can pick up sin, and dogs, and the biggest, hugest, hugest bull ever.

kathryn: can jesus come down from heaven?
dad: yes, he comes down sometimes
mom: honey, she's asking if he'll come live here
kathryn: yeah, will he live in our house?
dad: no, jesus won't live on earth again until --
kathryn: he's a little baby again?
dad: nope, not until he comes to reign on earth
kathryn: then he can stay here
dad: i think he'll have his own house
kathryn: yeah, he has his own house, now, too, up in heaven.
dad: mansions, i'd say
kathryn: and someday i'll live up there and have a mansion, too, right?
dad: someday, if you're good.

mary: do not touch me, unless you are massaging me.
jack: hey, i'm not the massager man
mary: rub my feet
kathryn: i will, I am the massager girl
mary: there's a lot you could learn here, jack.

Kathryn got a hamster named Marigold for her birthday:
"Please bless the food, bless Becky and Lisa, thank you that I finally got a pet and I love him so much and he is nocturnal and so soft, and thank you for our house, amen"

she told me "nocturnal means that you sleep in the morning, and are awake at night."
so smart.

She's so sweet.
I can't believe that she's been around so long, but I also can't imagine life without her.
Happy belated Birthday, my dear.

If you can't imagine yourself being Peter Pan,

you won't be Peter Pan.


See this lovely book?
I own it. Lana bought it for me in London. On each and every page Lana has written little notes about her activities in Europe. Inside are tickets from plays, and train rides to Scotland. There is a leaf from Kensington Gardens, and grass from Stonehenge, and little British candy wrappers.

(this is a picture Lana took for me in Kensington Gardens)
some entries are very short, they say things like: 24.01.09 South Bank and West End

other entries are very detailed, written in minute handwriting like: Kensington Gardens: the air is cold and the smell of wet earth clings to your nose. There is a hushed awe over the grounds. Small animals and dogs are trotting around busily. A black Scottish Terrier sniffed my calf in greeting. A flock of fattened pigeons lighted around my feet, eager for my charity. I am sitting on a wooden bench, a hundred empty peanut shells are littered around my feet.

I wish I had a camera so that I could take pictures of the beautiful book so everyone could be jealous.

This is my dear friend Lana. Just hanging in Oxford.
For all Lana's stories of Europe and Provo, read her lovely blog.

Bangs

I want bangs again so bad.
This is what my hair looks like now.
I took these this morning:

It's not very long, and there are almost no bangs left anymore.
But it's certainly getting longer, and in a few months I want to get my bangs cut like this:


She's so freaking cute.
I cut these stills from a Sigur Rós music video, so I could show you all how much I love them.
or Jenny Lewis:
I love her bangs always.
I want them!
GAH!

hey there, hipster

This is a self-indulging post of both complaint and vanity. But first, allow an apology. I am sorry that I whine all the time about having no man to love me.
Last week I said to Eli, “The problem here is that everyone is beautiful, and really smart, and since I’m not good at music or sports, I have no upper hand and am no more desirable than any of them.”
“Weren’t you like beating us off everyday of high school?” asked Eli laughing, “I swear like half the time you needed to bring a baseball bat to school, and be like ‘down boys!’”
That made me feel a little better. Then I was rereading my journals. In high school I really did have boys asking me out all the time. I’ve just only had one boyfriend because I turned everyone down. That was comforting, I suppose. And last year I went on dates all the time, too, and during the spring I usually had about two dates a week, and even this semester I have been on several dates. Just not as many, –because all my guy friends are on missions—and not with anyone I’m interested in, so I tend to try and rule them out. But I do go on dates.
I do.
I went on one or two this weekend (depending on what you count, of course).
But, I don’t have a boyfriend, of course when I think about it, and I bet that if I allowed some of the boys that I know to like me, then I would have a boyfriend. Well, dang it. I don’t want them.
Does that make me overly picky? I’m afraid that it does. Sometimes I’m afraid that I will never be satisfied with what I can get.
Today on the way to school I talked to a very handsome young man. He was very tall, and had a slightly tired, unwashed look (in a good way), and he was wearing a pea coat and scarf. I love when boys are dressed in almost-Indie clothes. (He totally looked like he could be friends with Ryan. THAT type of boy is my favorite.) We walked and talked together all the way from the Riv to the Tanner Building, but then we went our separate ways. I have already forgotten his name, so how can I find him again? I feel like it may have been Paul, but I always think that mens’ names are Paul, because it’s one of my favourite name for men to have. It may have been, but I don’t think I even really heard his name, because I was focusing on both playing it cool, and trying to be funny.
See, you have to play it cool so they don’t try to avoid you, but you have to be funny, so they remember you.
Yeah, I know I over thought that, especially if trying to be cool and funny keeps me from being a good listener. WTF, Becky? Get with the program.
Oh, and I changed my mind, I take back my apology. I’m not sorry I complain all the time. I really do want someone, but you know, I am sorry that I’m so picky.
Sometimes.

Just for fun, I googled Hipster: I got a lot of this:
and this: (They look so annoyed with the world.)


But when I googled Indie:

See how charming those Indie-types look? So happy. But I had already picked out my title, and I still like it. So it's staying, even though Indie kids are obviously much more desirable than Hipsters.
Plus like a third of the Indie kids in America are Asian, and I love Asians. I wish I was Asian.
I wish Lisa was here.
I wish I was cool enough to land an Indie boyfriend.

please continue to be impressed

I just posted last night about my newly completed Gryffindor scarf. Guess what else I just finished.
A HAT.
geez. why am I so awesome and capable?
This is me wearing my new hat.


See how it looks like a beret? I did not use a pattern. Just winged it.

I tried to tuck my hair into my hat.

This is the hat from the back, minus the pom-pom.

this is my dear love, Lana, making me a pom-pom, because I don't know how. She already made me a hat in its entirety, this is not it. The hat she made me was white.
Lana is also very capable. Lana is coming with me to LONDON. She's going to the French Pastry cooking school, Le Cordon Bleu. We just found out last week. Hilary and she and I will all be there together! Talk about best study abroad EVER. We can wear our homemade hats ans scarves and look so lovely, while being freaking awesome at Buckingham Palace.

today I wrote a Children's Book for my sister

Katie Mae Kitty
was the littlest cat
she had three older sisters
and a brother, at that!

Katie Mae Kitty
could not go to school,
she could not use the oven
or swim alone in the pool.

Katie Mae Kitty
felt smaller than small
she thought, if she could,
she'd grow a hundred feet tall!

She'd do what she wanted
and go where she pleased
and Katie Mae Kitty
would never be teased

Katie Mae Kitty
would have fish every night
she'd drink chocolate milk
and stay out all night.

So Katie Mae Kitty
sat down with her mother
and asked if she could
be as old as her brother.

She asked to do what
the older cats do
to use the remote
to swim in the pool.

And Katie Mae Kitty's
Mama Cat said,
"If you're a big kitty,
you sleep in your own bed.

"Your mama won't wash you,
or sing you to sleep,
so think to yourself
what you want to keep.

"You can't keep your toys,
but that's not so bad,
the worst little bit
can hardly be had.

"Katie Mae Kitty,
listen and think,
your mama can't hold you
if you grow up too quick.

"Your sisters can't take you
up in their arms.
Your brother can't keep you
safe from all harms.

"Your daddy can't have you
sit on his lap,
and your mama will miss
her littlest cat."

So Katie Mae Kitty
thought of the pool,
she thought about fish,
she thought about school.

Then she thought sadly
of her family's paws
her daddy's, her sisters',
Her brother's and mom's.

Those paws couldn't hold her,
tuck her in at night.
So Katie Mae thought,
she thought hard, and thought right.

"Oh Mama Cat,"
Katie Mae Kitty meowed,
"I think I'll only do
the things I'm allowed.

I don't want to be bigger,
I don't need more fish
I just want my family
to love me like this.

I want them to hold me,
and take care when I'm ill
I don't want to be bigger,
but a little cat, still."

And Mama Cat pulled
her little cat close
and gave her a kiss
on her little pink nose.

Katie Mae Kitty
was the littlest one
of all seven cats,
but she had the most fun,

Because every night
her mom cleaned her fur,
she tucked her in tight
and started to purr.

And as Katie Mae Kitty
falls fast asleep
she thinks of the things
that she wants to keep.

hey jude