Mormon women blogs

Have you seen these? If you google the phrase, I'm sure you'll find them. The blogs are written by these young, thin, stylish looking women with adorable, pink cheeked children and anthropologie-styled houses. They take fantastic pictures and write heartwarming things. They also happen to be Mormon.

*FYI my only exposure to Mormonism comes from: (1) the really nice but naive Mormon guy who was briefly in my law school study group, who referred to "The Heavenly Father" like I refer to my mom or dad, the mailman, the dood across the street, etc.; (2) Big Love (I cried during the finale and felt like I actually lost something--I heart you, Bill Henricksen); and (3) The Book of Mormon, the musical. In sum, I don't know much about it, it seems kinda weird, but the people seem nice.

An excerpt taken from one of these blogs:

hope your weekend was beautiful!

we stayed around the house for most of the weekend. josh made us a delicious brussel sprout and pancetta dish. some darling teeny tiny hunter boots arrived for miss eleanor (i couldn't help myself from ordering them since they were so marked down on gilt the other week). we went to church meetings on sunday (and saturday! hello stake conference) and took a long peaceful nap together as a family on sunday afternoon. josh and i stayed up late one night just talking. it's been a while since we've done that. and i don't think it's possible to count how many books little lady eleanor read.

josh and i also saw jim gaffigan's show over the weekend. i had gotten tickets for josh's christmas stocking back in early december so we had been anxiously awaiting february 24th for a long time! we really love that guy. but what's not to love when he's cracking jokes all night about raising babies, big families, hating the gym, taking 6,000 pictures a day of your life and then spends 30 minutes straight just on the topic of mcdonalds alone? a comedian right up our alley. ;) i mean, you've seen this, right? so good.



Hello, perfect life. My weekend is never like that. It's more like this:

As per usual, Jonker worked on saturday, so I spent the day with V careening around the park in our stroller trying to speed-walk the baby weight away. Our route deliberately goes right by the bathroom, so that I can go pee in there, and not leak in my shorts. Ah, the wonder of having carried a great weight upon my special lady parts for far too long--stress incontinence! I made dinner and Jonker and I sat in front of the television watching Gold Rush on Discovery channel, which is about a bunch of guys who are trying to mine for gold in Alaska. We had a conversation: he said, "These guys are f*cking idiots." And I said, "yeah." Then we went to sleep. Or he went to sleep, and I took a series of naps, courtesy of V.

On Sunday we trudged to his dad's church, where his dad preached in Korean words that I cannot understand, and I wondered what food they were going to serve after the service and whether it was going to be good. That is about as much of a live show that we ever get to see nowadays. My favorite performer, Eddie Izzard (British cross dressing comedian), hasn't had a show in NYC for a few years, but I can't wait to see him trot across the stage in his ruby corset and knee high boots once more. One day, I hope. One day.