The Birth of Lucius!

Doesn't she look good? I think she should do this full time. Tonight, for the first time, Maren and I experienced first-hand the beauty of creation. He didn't look like much when we brought him home for the first time, but after mashing and scraping and stabbing, we are proud to present the very first of our offspring: Lucius (Aramaic for "blessed above all squash of the field).

We got a little bit angry sometimes. Maren did most of the work, though. I just tried to intimidate the pumpkin so it wouldn't give Maren any trouble.Here's our very scary sentinel who watches unceasingly throughout the night!

magnet poop

as i pooped the poop went straight to the side. then as i pooped smaller ones they joined the other poop. so i have two conclusions. i pooped out a poopling family our i pooped out magnet poops. you can pick one you think it is.

Poop for Peace

So, after doing some misguided research (and a scintillating chat with Joe), I found this important information. We've missed the celebration this year, but just a few more months before we can make an impact...maybe Danny and Joe most of all. The following is an excerpt from http://www.poopreport.com/Peace/intro2008.html

The east hates the west. The Christians hate the Muslims. The liberals hate the conservatives. The Sunnis hate the Shiites. All across the globe, the chasm dividing humanity is ever deeper. In all the world's wars against terror, the distinction of who is perpetrating which depends on what side you ask -- so divided are we as a species that we can't even agree why we're killing each other.

For there to be peace, there must be understanding. For there to be understanding, there must be a common ground. But the further the chasm deepens, the more fundamental to basic human nature the common ground has to be.

And so April 18 is Poop For Peace Day.

intro

well everyone. this is the intro to my big post entitled poo a part of life. you may be wondering what the heck! well it will be about the consequences of pooing. most of them are good but there is bad. you will all learn about poo and what is has to do with you by wednesday when i stop being lazy and post it. i hope you are all excited.

Ghost Hunting, Part II

The newest installment in our ghostly adventures turned out to be a little scarier than first anticipated. We went to Rock Canyon in Provo, where there are supposed to be ghosts of rock climbers who died on the cliffs. We weren't expecting too much, and the constant rain of this weekend dug away at our patience, but as we were walking to the cliffs of death, a man with no face suddenly appeared beside our group and walked quickly past us. He was alone, dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and rock climbing shoes. He didn't make a sound as he walked, and he was underdressed for the cold rain. Definitely a ghost.

tissues

okay i have a question in the air for all of you. on my school supplies list it says i need 8 gluesticks. why do i need all those gluesticks?

yummy yummy goodness

So I have heard about these things called chicken roll-ups for quite sometime. Finally, Dave and I decided that we should make them. So this past trip to the grocery store we bought all the ingredients so I could finally taste what everyone has been talking about. I have to say, chicken roll-ups are a pocket full of goodness!!! I could not stop telling Dave how good they were! I am definitely a big fan of chicken roll-ups! Mmmm Mmmm good!

ballin

these are the most ballinest shoes in the world.those who say other wise should either look again or be shot.

Birthday Bonanza

Here are a few pictures from all the birthday hoop-la. Everything you see here was homemade by Mrs. Maren Fife, a chef extraordinaire who specializes in making her husband happy. There were 24 candles shaped like the number 24. We got a picture, but this whole blogging thing gets a little more complicated with multimedia.

A Brush with Beyond

Last night, in a rush of youthful exuberance, Maren, Danny, our friend Brittney and I decided to go ghost hunting. We drove a tension-filled half hour to a suspicious looking sign. I wish we had a picture. "Alpine City Cemetery." It was like a sign that would be at the front of a ranch, but it opened up over a small paved lane going uphill in complete darkness. We slowly advanced on foot about 20 feet up that hill towards the unknown before fear got the better of us and we hurtled down, our flip-flops slapping against the pavement. Deciding that relying on technology would probably yield better results than our courage, we piled back into the car and drove up the lane, hoping that a flaming ghost car wouldn't block us and prevent our descent. After a period of escalating dares, me and Danny are pretty sure that we saw the famous ghost girl frolicking in the grave field. So, we ran away as fast as we could. Then we went to Sonic and got limeades and cheesecake bites, finally hitting the sack at 2 in the morning, a prayer on our lips against the silent forces of darkness. Here's a video from a particular moment of terror. Danny dares Brittney to walk across the graves of the dead while we all keep a look out for ghosts. Notice a strange, unexplainable flash of red in the middle.

Welcome to Newts and Wood!

You may be wondering how we came up with the name for the blog so I thought you might enjoy a taste of what ELSE we considered:

-In Search of...
-Newts In The News
-Jedamadamakajo (which got complicated when we thought of marriages and what not)
-Jiggy Widit
-America's Best Fam Crew
-Ducks, Newts, and Knights
-My Fair Ladies and Knights
-Wood

As you can probably guess, Mom came up with MOST of these. ENJOY! And Welcome to NEWTS AND WOOD!!!!!

<3 Katie