Monday, November 7, 2011
Thing One
Eve just informed me that she is a flying unicorn by the name of "Hermineca Honeycomb Goldfeather Rainbow Rose .... Rose is my last name but you can call me Hermineca."
Friday, October 21, 2011
Harry Potter and Dobby
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Weekend with Grandma

This is Eve's sign that she made for Grandma when we picked her up from the airport. She could only stay for a few days on her way back to Moscow but we made the most of it.

Eve freaked out when she saw the beaver at the zoo. After practically memorizing The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe beavers had achieved mystical status equal to unicorns, dragons and hippogriffs.

Oak and Grandma bonded ... mostly over food.


Like I said, food. In this case enormous chocolate chip cookies.



The weather couldn't have been better. Chicago in the fall is beautiful!


Lucky Grandma.

here's Scott helping Mom with her resume. And it's a pretty good one at that.

Thank you Mom for making the time to come visit us. We loved every minute we had with you.
Love you.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
This Week
Yesterday we had a surprise visit from Scott's younger brother Austin. he runs cross-country for Utah State and had a meet at Notre Dame which is fairly close to us. Fortunately he was able to spend the night and all this morning with us. he was an immediate favorite with the kids.



Jungyoon, a Korean friend of ours who also happens to be an artist invited Eve over to do an art project: Under the Sea. Eve was in heaven.


Yesterday we had a surprise visit from Scott's younger brother Austin. he runs cross-country for Utah State and had a meet at Notre Dame which is fairly close to us. Fortunately he was able to spend the night and all this morning with us. he was an immediate favorite with the kids.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Kellogg Thus Far
We spent a week up at Lake Geneva, WI with 16 other Kellogg families and had a good time and made great friends.
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Raised in a small South Dakota mining town where he learned the value of a sturdy pickaxe and native tubers, Scott is a man's man who knows the meaning of the word testosterone. Apart from devouring freshly slain beasts of the forest, Scott enjoys sharpening his tools, lifting heavy objects, and throwing a ball at a hoop suspended ten feet off of the ground. He also enjoys Romantic Era poetry and Italian cooking.