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My Grandma Hodapp

Heaven gained a special lady this morning.    My Grandma Hodapp, mother to eight amazing kids, grandmother and great grandmother to so many is no longer in pain and is finally reunited with my Grandpa.   I hope you are enjoying a card game, a cold “Busch Heavy” and a little fishing with Grandpa.     There will be many down here missing the card games with you, the sweet giggling and the high pitched “Why no!” s. :)

My Grandma and Grandpa on my baptism day.

My grandma with me and Ken on our wedding day.

My mom and all seven of her siblings.

What an amazing legacy you leave behind.   We are all so blessed to have been apart of your life.

We love you and will miss you.
Love,
Heather

 

 

Jenny - Her laugh was the BEST!
Thinking of you guys.

Perfect is the enemy of good

About a month ago, I posted this image to my instagram account with the caption “Currently on his 8th version of drawing Batman and Robin. Keeps getting almost finished when he decides something isn’t quite right.”  (if you’re on instagram you can follow me here heather_bird).

First it was Robin’s nose and then the ears that he drew after I asked if Robin had ears.  He decided after drawing them that Robin did NOT have ears because he didn’t like they way they looked.   Then it was because “Robin has green legs” but he drew them using the black marker.  And it continued.  I don’t think he ever got his Batman and Robin just right.  (he only really cares about getting Robin correct) 

Tonight he started trying again.  Robin after Robin.  Ricky joined in and drew a batman on Benny’s paper which started the whining.   Benny realized that Ricky’s batman was better and he wanted Ricky to draw him a Robin but Ricky said, “no.”   Finally after hearing the whining and pleading for long enough, I stepped in and said I would draw Robin for Benny.    I drew my cute little Robin from memory, asking Benny as I went along, “Does he have ears?”   “What about hair?” knowing that if one thing was off, I’d be starting all over.    I finished and he was thrilled.   He set about coloring him just perfectly and was almost done when he realized he colored Robin’s yellow buckles red.   Whining ensued and I walked in to see him scribbling over the entire page.

So, we started again.  I drew another Robin and he colored away.   The finished product was perfect.   We taped Robin on the wall next to his bed and bedtime was a breeze.  He was thrilled with his new artwork.  I peaked in on him a few times to see him leaning on the side of his bed staring in admiration at his perfect Robin.

And then I heard the call, the whiny “mommmmy!”   I assumed Nolan was bothering him and marched up stairs ready to reprimand Nolan only to find Nolan asleep and Benny staring at his picture.   “Robin has triangles, mom.  Triangles on his eyes.”    I told him that we could fix Robin’s eyes in the morning but I know him when it comes to things like this.  I knew that he would lie there and stew over the fact that the eyes weren’t correct.   “Go get the marker,” I said, “you can fix it.”   I watched as he drew triangles at the top of Robin’s mask.  “There.” he said after each stroke.   In a typical artist fashion he would step back, take a look and continue to fix, “there” he would say again.  He continued with more perfect triangles on each of Robin’s eyes.   He colored in this corner and that corner, until there were no triangles left and the whole eye mask was black.    When he stepped back to take a look his lip started to quiver and tears formed as he cried, “I messed up the whole thing.”      I grabbed the marker and attempted to darken his original triangles so they could still be seen, but it did little good.

“Tomorrow,” I said.   “We’ll make a new one tomorrow.”    Through sobs and tears he pleaded to fix Robin tonight.   “Tomorrow,” I stuck to my guns.   “I promise I will draw you a Robin with triangle eyes tonight and it will be waiting for you in the morning.  You can color him right when you wake up.”    He agreed and finally fell asleep.

At work, my boss often reminds us that “perfect is the enemy of good.”   This is the principle that if you strive for perfection you’ll never get anywhere.  You’ll never have something that is in fact, good, if you are only focused on perfection.    This phrase rang loud and clear tonight.  I’m not sure how to teach this principle to a four year old, but oh boy we’re gonna have some long years of homework and school projects if we don’t.

I relied on google to verify that Robin does, indeed, have triangle eyes.   That, and I had no idea how to draw the triangle eyes he wanted.   But, I think I’ve got it.   He’ll be thrilled as long as he doesn’t notice Robin’s short legs, weird hands and clown shoes.

As I attempted to draw this Robin multiple times, it donned on me, again, that I had no one to blame for his crazy behavior but myself.   “Good enough” I told myself and refrained from drawing him again.
Let’s hope he gets the coloring just right, but if not, I’ll draw him again and I’ll be happy to draw one with more proportioned body next time.  ;)
Love,

Heather

Elisha - Did you seriously draw that free-hand? You are seriously the best and coolest mom ever! No wonder the kids never want to play at my house! :) That’s seriously awesome Heather. You and Benny are lucky to have each other.

Sarah and Dan {Salt Lake City Wedding Photographer}

I couldn’t have been happier for Sarah and Dan who were married recently at the This is the Place Heritage Park which I have decided is one of the best places to get married.    While having an outdoor ceremony in March in Utah is risky, they ended up with a beautiful afternoon and evening!

We began the morning at Nellie’s Salon where Sarah an the rest of the bridal party got ready for the big day.

Her mom and sisters helped Sarah put the final touches on getting ready for her big day.

Dan’s groomsmen and family also lent a helping hand.

Sarah and Dan did not see each other before their ceremony.    I got teary eyed watching their anticipation.

The ceremony was performed by a longtime friend who did a fantastic job.   It was beautiful.

Sarah needs no make up, fancy hair or jewels.  She radiates natural beauty every day, but add those things and WOW!   Sarah you looked absolutely stunning.

The wedding colors of purple and green were accented by bright Gerber daisies in the bouquets, boutonnieres and on each table.

Just gorgeous, Sarah.

The reception immediately followed the ceremony and began with dinner and some heartfelt toasts to the happy couple by the best man and maid of honor.   Sarah and her sister cried…. we are all so happy that Sarah found her perfect match.   The best man began his toast with recalling the first time he met Dan.  He said that they started chatting and 30 minutes later Dan was still talking.   Everyone laughed.  But the real laughter came when Dan started a toast of his own.   Thirty minutes later he was still recalling memories and thanking almost every guest personally.     I was seriously cracking up over the fact that he had just proven his best man right!   I had no idea you were such a talker, Dan :)  And I’m just kidding, it wasn’t a full 30 minutes later;).

The toasts were followed by the first dance as husband and wife.

And then the Father / Daughter dance.   Dan danced with his daughter and Sarah with her father.

Sarah is one of five girls.   Her dad has a song that has been special to him for many years.   Greg Brown’s “Daughters”   is the most perfect song for Steve and his beautiful girls and perfect for this dance.

Dan and his mom.

The cake cutting.

Sarah and Dan are both fire fighters for the US Forest Service.   Recently “they” were on exhibit at the Natural History Museum of Utah as part of the Wildfire Exhibit.   And by “they”, I really mean that… life size cutouts of both of them were on display during the exhibit.  It was so fun to have these as part of their wedding decor.   They were a popular photo prop for the guests and even became dancing partners for a few.

A few of the guests:

Their beautiful families:

The dancing was incredible and continued all night.

If you frequent my blog, you  may recall that many of my weddings featured guests rolling on the floor.   It’s intentional and done repeatedly during the chorus of Proud Mary.   Receptions just aren’t quite receptions if they don’t include a little “rollin on a river.”

Thank you for including me in your day.   Everything was beautiful and SO much fun.
I’m so happy for you guys.
Much love,

Heather

Kanstin {Utah Newborn Photographer}

Last week I got to spend a morning with the adorable lil’ Kanstin.  He was one of the most alert babies I’ve ever met, but one of the deepest sleeping babies also.   He would be wide awake staring at me with his beautiful eyes one minute and out cold the next.   He’s such an adorable little guy.

We were able to get some shots with mommy and grandma.

And they brought all kinds of cute outfits, blankets and props to use.

He loves monkeys!

Welcome to the world, Kanstin and Congratulations to your whole family.
Love,
Heather

 

St. Patrick’s Day 2014

A recap of our St. Patrick’s day, but first a little note to my boys,

Dear boys,

There may come a day when you decide at the ripe ol’ age of 12, or 13 or 14 that it is a wise idea to sneak out of your bedroom, head out the back door and head down the street to the house of someone that you and your friends have an interest in.   Perhaps it will be the girl at church that everyone thinks is the cutest girl ever.    You all may decide that the best way to show your affection is to toilet paper her house in the middle of the night.   So you’ll look up her parent’s names in the phone book and memorize her address, saying it to yourself over and over again so that you are sure you’ll know exactly how to walk there.  (actually, who am I kidding, you’ll probably just type it into your smart phone and be on your way).   You’ll gather toilet paper from your parent’s cupboards, toilet paper that they spent their hard-earned money on and walk, adrenaline filled,  for blocks towards her house.

On the way cars may pass you, see young boys who shouldn’t be out this late at night and stop.   Don’t worry, you’ll have a plan.    As soon as you see the headlights of a car, any car, you’ll all agree to dive headfirst to the ground and lay as still as possible.   Even if the only location you have to dive on is a bare bones yard, with no trees, rocks, fence or anything to disguise your bodies lying lifeless on the grass.   It’s a grand plan unless that car happens to be a police car.   That policeman may get out of a car and shine his flashlight down on all of you making you realize Plan A, perhaps, wasn’t the smartest plan.

But you and your friends are smart boys.   You have a Plan B for when the policeman asks you who you are and what you are doing.   You’ll be polite and answer his questions hoping he will have no idea that you are not actually Jimmy Weight.   You’ll smile and tell him that your address is 1500 East 1672 West.    He’ll take note of each of your fake names and addresses and tell you all to start walking home now and get home safely.    You’ll have no idea he knows your lie until you hear “boys, your house is this way.” when you start walking the wrong direction.   “Oh yes,” you’ll say as you do an about face.   But just to make sure you know he’s onto you he’ll say with a smirk, “And for future reference addresses can’t be East and West, Son.”

You and your friends will laugh all the way home and decide to continue with the toilet-papering of random houses that you pass along the way.

One piece of advice for when this day comes, Buy your own dang toilet paper!

Love, Mom

A sneaky little leprechaun visited our house this week on the morning of St. Patrick’s day.   The boys set a trap to try to catch him the night before but he was too smart for it and instead did all kinds of mischievous stuff in the house.    In addition to dumping out Ricky’s sock drawer, throwing stuffed animals all over Nolan and Benny’s room, making a mess with all of the green lego blocks and all of the green hotwheel cars, turning our milk green, peeing green and pooping shamrocks in our toilet, he toilet papered every area that he had visited.

This little leprechaun thought “he’d” grab ONE roll of toilet paper and make a trail all over the house, but when that one roll of toilet paper was only enough to spread from the family room, around the breakfast table and to the refrigerator he ended up using FOUR rolls.   And then he felt a little guilty.   He thought back to when he was a wee little leprechaun and finally had an understanding of how much toilet paper he’d wasted playing pranks on friends and on the cute leprechauns in the neighborhood.   He realized that his mom probably wasn’t thrilled to wake up on a Saturday morning to find the brand new package of toilet paper almost gone, having just purchased it on Friday, the weekly shopping day.   He realized all of his friend’s mothers probably had the same reaction as their toilet paper supply depleted more quickly than normal, especially the mom who was buying toilet paper for a family of 9!!   Her toilet paper seemed to get used the most since there was always so much of it, and it was less obvious when rolls were missing.

To my mom and all the mother’s who supplied toilet paper without knowing it:  I’m sorry!  I think we owe you some cash.

To my boys, on a serious note:   Don’t sneak out in the middle of the night, EVER.  Don’t lie to law enforcement no matter how minor it may seem, EVER.   Don’t steal from your parents, EVER, even if it’s just toilet paper. :)

In addition to having some Leprechaun fun on St. Patrick’s Day morning, we also attended the annual parade the Saturday before.   We get there early so we can lay claim to “our” spot directly across from the announcers booth.  It’s not the warmest spot, being in the shade for most of the morning, but we  brave the cold to be able to hear the commentary, which is always entertaining.   We catch up with friends and family over coffee and snacks while watching all the green pass by.  It’s one of my favorite mornings of the year.

Hope your St. Patrick’s Day was great!
Love,
Heather