Not much to say...

Not much going on of any excitement, so this is just so I can see a new entry. And avoid my ever-growing to-do list.

Ward conferences have started. As a Stake leader I get to go to every one of them, although this year I don't have to speak. Yay for that! But, it does mean two on the same day sometimes...six hours of meetin's. It's amazing how tired you can get sitting for six hours. I do enjoy visiting the other wards though.

I had a birthday. It was fun, as long as I didn't think about the digits it represented. I'm now officially on the downhill side of my life. I hope I do a better job on this half. (or whatever I have left).

Mom Bailey is having surgery today to hopefully remove the cancer they discovered a couple of weeks ago. They think it's contained and hope to remove it all and not have to do chemo or radiation. She told us last time that we were there that she's fine, not concerned about dying and we should not worry about her. We had to explain to her that we could tell she was OK with it, we're not sure that any of her progeny are ready for her to go. Sam keeps telling her that he expects her to take care of him in his old age. We're going to Bakersfield this evening to see her and help out Mary, who is there taking care of her.

Meg and I are elbow deep in a project about King Tut. We're building a replica of his tomb. I'll post pics if/when we get it done. We were supposed to start working on it over Christmas break, but I put my foot down and said it was supposed to be a break, not homework time. So, now we're in a crunch. I guess I shouldn't have been so stubborn.

On MLK day, we went to San Francisco to attempt (again) to go to the SF Academy of Sciences museum. I've NEVER seen Golden Gate park that crowded...bumper to bumper traffic, no where to park. Ugh! We gave up and went to HaightAshbury and had great Thai food whilst we watched the odd/strange/weird people go by. We'll try the museum on some random day of the week sometime.

OK, I'm gonna go down and beg for a haircut. (I forgot to make an appointment with the only stylist within 40 miles who speaks English.)

Baby Jesse

We're in Bakersfield to see Mom Bailey, and we got to go see the newest Bailey; Jesse Timothy Waite. This baby, that his parents waited 15-ish years for, is such a miracle and is absolutely beautiful. We'll post more on the Facebook site after we get home and Sam gets them edited.

Hmm...what the?

For some reason, yesterday's post didn't show up on anyone's list until this morning...now that a bunch of other people have posted and kicked it back to the bottom of the list. SO, this is a test to see if that happens again. And take a peek at Meg's new haircut (below on yesterday's post) if you didn't see it on my Facebook page already....

Off to SJ with Sam to eat at the famous Apple, Inc. cafeteria. (Srsly, gize, they have a wood fired pizza bar, staffed by italians..)

Meg's New Do

We went yesterday and got Meg's long hair whacked off again. It was just too long for her to deal with herself and I was hating it as she hollered at me when I tried to comb it. This is her third time donating to Locks of Love. A friend in the ward, who is a stylist, did it at home on her day off. She really did a good job and it's very cute. Meghan is thrilled with it.

Here's a "before" pic, taken last week at Jade Cove:


This one is right after, with a cute "twisty" style that the stylist put in:


This is this morning, when Meg combed and styled this little flip herself with a blowdryer brush (YES!):

Adventures...

So, I have a 12 year old that can't ride a bike. Part of it is that we've always lived where it was difficult to find a place to teach her. It's still kind of a pain, we live at the top of a hill, not conducive to safe bike-learning. So, we decided it was well past time and took her to the CSU-Monterey Bay baseball field (w/fakarooni astroturf) to try and teach her.

First Sam ran along side..


Then Ryan took a turn...


Then Sue took her turn...


Then Sam took another turn...


Finally, she solos....catch the intent look of concentration there...


So, now Sam is dead.


Yesterday, we drove up to the redwoods to look for banana slugs. Sue had "poo-poo-ed" their existence once when she was here a couple of years ago. And, she had heard that if you see one, you're supposed to kiss it. She thought it was for luck or something (but we looked it up...it's just a "guts" thing). Ry found her several, but she only kissed one. She was careful to put a boatload of lipstick on first, so that her actual lips wouldn't actually touch it. But, here's the proof: