Sunday, December 14, 2008

My new sweet baby - The Lump!

It's been a long time....too long. Too bad you'll never know what great and exciting events happened in my life from August until now. I'll just dispense with the ceremony and jump right into another fascinating episode of "Stranger than Fiction".

I know. The first question you are asking yourself is, "Who are these adorable and slightly creepy children Brooke has posted in her blog?" Well friends and family, I would like you to meet "The Lump". This is going to remain the poor child's name till a few months from now when it emerges into the world and requires an actual respectable title. Yes, ladies and gentleman, Cory and Brooke are having a baby!

Actually, maybe I should post a slightly more accurate and current picture of The Lump so you can get a better idea of what it really looks like.

I thought I'd post a pic of the belly so you could get an outside view. It may not look like much now, but believe me, if you could see me naked, it's a whole different story. So here it goes, pregnancy profile pic #1 of a zillion-13 weeks along.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Domestic Goddess

There comes a time in every girls life when she needs to cross a line, a point of no return. For me, that time was tonight. I have to say that I am a freaking domestic goddess. I, Brooke Lynn Jenkins, baked homemade bread all by myself for the first time. I have to admit that it was a little touch and go for awhile. At one point it looked like drywall mud. I also got a little nervous when I realized I don't own a single bread pan (the goddess thing is a gradual process). But, after some quick thinking, the end result looked like half of a soccer ball, but it tasted like heaven on earth. In fact, it was so good that we made hot chocolate and called it dinner. It was raining outside, so we sat on the threshold of the house and enjoyed our scrumptious meal. MAN! I'M GOOD!


You know how sometimes you get that little voice telling you that you shouldn't do something you are about to do? Just for the record, that little voice is screaming at me now. I am sure Cory won't appreciate this post, but if my luck holds out, he will continue to pay absolutely no attention to my little "family embarrassment" blog.
My husband is Superman. He decided a week ago to do an Olympic distance triathalon. For those of you who are not triathalon officianados (?) thats a 1 mile swim, 25 mile bike ride, and 6 mile run. I am pretty sure I couldn't do any of those by themselves, let alone back to back. After putting in 40 minutes of training for a whopping three days, the race day arrived. We dragged ourselves down to the lake........and, well, the pictures tell the rest of the story. From what I hear, it was 2 hours and 58 minutes of pure hell :) I enjoyed myself on a blanket with some snacks and a book. I couldn't help myself. I had to blog about it. He really is Superman to me.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Land That I Love....

I have been up since 4:30 this morning. This is particularly annoying to me since this is a vacation day from work. I have too many thoughts tumbling around in my head. I need to get the bathroom cleaned so I can invite the apartment repairman to fix the showerhead. I really should try another crack at those wedding thank you notes. The list goes on and on. One recurring visitor in my mind is the experiences leading up to and including Independence Day. I guess I figure if I blog about it, my mind will be free to let it go.

I have always been an extremely patritotic person, almost an oddity to others while I was growing up. Even from the time I was a little girl, a good song about our country could bring tears to my eyes. I went into my chosen profession (the study of History) because I was fascinated by the background of America. My dream is to steal the job from that chic who reports on the elections for NBC. I know. I am a nerd. I already joined a twelve step program for the problem.
On Sunday the 29th we had an amazing sacrament meeting. A young couple in our ward (in their early twenties) spoke on the role of Latter-Day Saints in America. She had recently returned home after being deployed to Iraq for 10 months. Tears fell as she described her experiences guarding Iraqis at the F.O.B.. She quoted the French statesman Alexis de Tocqueville:
"I sought for the greatness and genius of America in her commodious harbors and her ample rivers — and it was not there … in her fertile fields and boundless forests — and it was not there … in her rich mines and her vast world commerce — and it was not there … in her democratic Congress and her matchless Constitution — and it was not there. Not until I went into the churches of America and heard her pulpits flame with righteous­ness did I understand the secret of her genius and power. America is great because she is good, and if America ever ceases to be good, America will cease to be great. "
Her husband, who is also in the army, immigrated here from the Philippines. He told of how his cousins, aunts, and uncles live in abject poverty there. Their homes have been destroyed by unrest and natural disaster, but they are not not jealous of him. They view him as "the chosen one" and are proud of his opportunity to live in America. After the talks, we all stood to sing our national anthem. I have seldom heard a hymn rock the chapel, but this day it did. With 90% of our ward being immigrants, military, or retired military, we sang that song with so much pride it hurt. I couldn't help it. I cried.....
Cory and I spent the week before the holiday watching all the parts to a miniseries about World War II. What we enjoy today certainly didn't come cheap. I imagine that the sacrafice of those who came before us who made our lifestyle possible cannot even be numbered. May we never forget.
I had the privilege to march in our itty bitty home town parade with my cub scouts. I have never been in a parade before. It was humbling to march by the parade viewers. They always picked up their cheering when our cub scouts walked by. I think there is something inspiring and stirring about an eight year old in a uniform representing the ideals of American. It gives you the feeling that everything is going to be okay.

We spent the evening barbequeing and setting off fireworks at a new friend's home from our ward. I don't think I have felt that much joy in a really long time.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Lovin' Life

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Western Washington. I know. I complain about it alot. It rains 90% of the time, the speed limit is 35 mph, and if I forget to recycle something I have 5 people jumping on me in a minute. But, If I take the time to push those petty issues aside, I realize there are some pretty amazing benefits to living in our new home. For example, yesterday we reached the highest temperature of the year. Drum roll please...........92 degrees. That is a full 20 degrees above the average for this time of year. I can just see all ya'll in Arizona salivating right now. We decided to take advantage of the beautiful, although unseasonal, weather and discover the outdoors. We had a picnic beside the lake that is 10 minutes from our home. After that, we went for a swim in it along with the rest of the free world. Also, in keeping with our nature-loving trend, we spent our date night out in the rain forest (literally, I swear!) making s'mores and reconnecting after a very busy week. Here are some pics from the second half of our adventure. (C'mon! Did you really think I would include pictures of me in a swim suit?!)

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Let's hear it for the boy!

I just wanted to do a little shout out to the old guy that lives below us in our apartment complex. He keeps making inappropriate advances that are masked by his oldness. So, hears to you, old man. You're creepin' me out!

Sunday, June 15, 2008

A tribute to Dads

I am waxing sentimental tonight. I think I will blame it on the chips and salsa. I was thinking about all the different men who play the role of "Dad" in my life. They each hold a unique and special place in my heart.

My Dad

For as long as I can remember, we have always been good friends.

"You have always given me wings to fly, and I loved you for it."-Marjorie Hinckley

Grandpa Stott

I have distant memories of sitting on your lap and in your recliner as you show me magic tricks. Those are my favorite. I love joking back and forth with you. You can always make me laugh (or blush :)

Grandpa Burr

Sorry Grandpa. I didn't realize you would be sideways in this picture. I don't know how to set you upright. I hear you are not feeling so hot right now. I wish I could visit you in the nursing home. Thank you for taking over the empty space where a Grandpa should be.

Grandpa Chatham

I've never met you, but I have heard lots of stories (good and bad). I look forward to meeting you some day. Thank you for giving life to my Mom. She is pretty swell.

Stan-My Father in Law

Maybe you don't know this, but I don't think there any other pictures of you that exist in this world. I couldn't find one anywhere! Thanks for being an amazing father to my husband and for teaching my that the word "father" can mean more than a blood relationship.

Cory-The future father of my babies

I love this picture. You look just like a little boy, playing with your transformer truck. The first thing that made me feel comfortable with the idea of marrying you was how amazing you are with young people. I knew you would be an amazing dad. Now, if we could just get pregnant next year will be a real Father's Day :).....

This is what happens when you leave me alone...

I always said I would never create a blog. "It is dangerous and its demand for time and energy will suck you dry" I said. Cory went out of town today for a week. His job as a Physician Assistant in the Army takes him away often. I have come to grips with this fact, and I am so proud of him for the work that he does. But, I never can seem to find enough activities to keep me from being bored stiff. It reminds me of the time when I was 3 and my mother left me alone with a cake "we" were baking. She had to run next door to borrow an ingredient for the cake. She made me swear on my life that I wouldn't touch or add anything to the cake. I made the oath. As soon as she was out the door, I promptly added a few cups of the most conveniently located ingredient....flour. When my mom came back, I was in big trouble. Well, guess what. You leave a girl to her own devices for long enough and she does the unthinkable.This time I was left alone and after exploring many other options, I succumbed to the danger of the blog and decided to give it a go. Hopefully this adventure won't get me into so much trouble....