Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Royal Wedding: The Day After

I just have one quick bone to pick. I hate my camera. It has never been what I wanted it to be. I know this is a bit harsh for you, Ms. Fujifilm, but I bought you quickly and without much money. But you have finally gotten under my skin enough to make me shout, "YOU ARE ALWAYS GRAINY!!!" I look forward to the day I have the guts (aka money) to leave you for the dashing DSLR. But until then I give up, you win, I have no control.

Dear Blog,

Yesterday morning, my dear brother's wife, Sarah, extended to me an invitation to pay her a visit at her desert cottage to view the royal wedding on the BBC. I put on my hat, gloves, and jewelery as quick as I could say dog's bullocks and was on my way. Three of Sarah's charming friends (whom are never a bore) came along as well. It was so lovely. Sarah had made delicious cucumber sandwiches and we all had a roaring time together.

OK, that's enough of my poor attempt to sound British, and besides it took way too long. I actually was really excited for this and busted out some old hats and gloves I acquired from Heath's family. It was awesome! (And much more subdued as Princess Beatrice's topper.)

I dressed Juni up in her Sunday best as well.

My final thoughts were that there was definitely a fairytale quality to the whole wedding and I loved every moment and I thought Kate fit the role of princess seamlessly. I can't wait for Prince "Cheeky" Harry to get married, though I know it won't be as grande.

God Save the Queen!


Thursday, April 28, 2011


Dear Blog,

On Monday evening Juni started vomiting, a ton! It was terrible. She has never been this sick before. Strangely enough she didn't have a fever and was smiling and playing with her toys at first so it was a real mystery to me. We took her to urgent care, they gave her some medicine and she started feeling better and the next day she was fine.

Then, last nigh it was my turn. I don't mean to complain but I think I may have had it worse than poor little June bug. I was running a fever and woke up every hour or two to run to the bathroom. I am still very nauseous, tired, and I have lost 5 lbs already! eesh!

The only sickness I suffer from is migraines (which have significantly lightened up). They suck! But they are something I have had for so long that I'm used to it. But this, the stomach flu -- I never want to do this again. I am so grateful for my good health that I have always had. Even the yearly cold usually lasts less than a week. And I'm grateful that so far it looks as though Juni is very resilient to sickness. Good genes, I guess.

Anyway, since every post needs a picture I will post some Kerri's, my mother-in-law, springy decorations. Don't worry, there are only a few this time.

Until next time . . .


Monday, April 25, 2011

Easter Sunday: 2011

Dear Blog,

Yesterday we had a wonderful Easter Sabbath (and I am grateful that God saw it fit for us to enjoy such fine weather on such a special day). I won't say much today so here are some pictures...

Don't you just love the gloves?! I just wish she had an Easter hat to go with her ensemble.

The official photo Wilcock Family: Easter 2011

Or maybe it should be this one. Notice how you can't tell where my neck ends and my head begins?

Juni says, "Why do you mock me, mother?"

Juni with Mongo the tortoise

What a little poser she is! It's cheesy but so very cute.

She had just about enough with those gloves. I think she was hungry too.

Cute little stinker!

Happy Easter!!!


Friday, April 22, 2011

Mrs. Wannabe Greenthumb

Dear Blog,

Today is Earth Day! And I celebrated by planting a yellow pear tomato plant. Yay!

About 6 weeks ago I planted some cilantro, basil, rosemary, sage, and thyme seeds but so far only the cilantro and basil have sprouted.

This is all very exciting around here because these pots have been sitting empty with dirt since we moved in a year and a half ago. I'm a procrastinator. Can you tell? My goal is to plant an herb garden, then a salsa garden so I can have salsa any time I want to. I just hope I don't kill my plants. Do you have a garden?


Thursday, April 21, 2011

Making You Uncomfortable Is Precisely The Point!

I actually wrote out this post a few months ago. Sometimes I write posts that are personal and are never posted though I originally intended to. I guess it's a way to vent. But I re-read this today and it applies to me now just as much as it did then so I'm going to try another time to be "brave" and just post this dang thing!

And now I walk the plank...

Dear Blog,

Today, I have decided to post something quite personal as I have been quite introspective lately. I'll try not to be too over-the-top and "dear diary"-ish, and I'll try not to make you uncomfortable (though notice the title), but consider yourself forewarned that I just might be. And if you don't feel like reading this I would recommend that you at least watch the video below.

The truth is, I have always had, since my childhood, major self doubt. I have always been afraid. Afraid of showing people just how strange I really am. Afraid that people won't like me when they see the real me. Afraid that I will be misunderstood. Afraid to share what I'm really struggling with. So, I just stay quiet. Sure, you will see glimpses of me here and there, but all of me is usually in a hiding spot where I know no one can find me.

While I was in the midst of my study abroad experience in France, I had the opportunity to go to Normandy and visit many of the historical WWII sites. I also got to go to the WWII Museum in Caen. I will never forget all of the Awe-some, though not so awesome, pictures and such displayed there. One particular set of photos that were branded into my mind was a triptych of a young girl of 17. I remember she had blond shoulder length hair done in the style of the times. The first panel was of this beautiful young woman holding up a sign, protesting against Hitler and his occupation. The next panel was of her at the gallows, noose waiting behind her. And the final, she was hanging there, dead, because she stood up for what she believed in. What she believed to be right, good, and true. As I stood there, transfixed upon these images, my eyes started to tear as I thought about how I have never been nor felt this strong. Like I could never really stand up to adversity like this courageous young girl. I admired her and admire her still. Ever since then I am constantly trying to build my courage to stand up for what I believe in. I will tell you, though it may be no surprise, that it is extremely difficult at times.

If you want to know one reason why I find this girls courage extraordinary
and why I too want to be this type of person, watch this.

My first crux: How can I stand up for "truth" when it may only be truth to me. A lot of scholars and self-proclaimed smarty-pants (I might be one of those at times) argue that because something isn't absolute truth you can't debate it. It's a philosophical and logical argument that absolutely holds some merit. But there is more than one kind of truth. I think I, and the rest of the world, often times forget this. We all have our own truths based on what we're taught, our experiences, what we feel, and what makes sense to us. So, what I'm trying to say is you get to talk about what you believe is true and so do I. I will happily consider what you say but I may not change my mind (and I know this works the other way around with me realizing that someone else may not change their mind). The girl mentioned above stood up for what she believed to be true, being defined as "sincerity in action, character, and utterance." So too can I be sincere in my actions, my character, and what I say. I hope that I will never have to stand up as she did and give my life but I must be willing to nonetheless. The way that I will ensure that I stand firm is to practice, or in better words to start now to be true to myself and to others. I dug and searched to find who I truly am and what I truly believe in and it is ever evolving.

Second crux: How can I really know that I'm not deceiving myself? What if I am certain that something exists and it is only in my mind? That can absolutely happen. So, I guess I can say in the wake of uncertainty it is best to be silent. Then I must always be silent, we must all be silent because we must then all be uncertain. We question, we reason, we ponder what things are, how they should be done, and so forth but what we always come up with is the truth to the best of our conscious knowledge, so why it hold back? Why should I hold back what works for me and what helps me better understand the meaning of life and all the beautiful things life has? I believe most people try to make the best choices they believe to be possible based on what they know and believe. I think there is nothing wrong with that. And I too try to make the best possible decisions based on what I know. I think there is nothing wrong with sharing what I know, and also allowing others to share with me. I love to hear what others have to say. So...moving on. I build the courage and let my feelings out. I let it out only after much thought. Thoughts of how I can share my feelings while not offending and staying true to myself. Sadly, it seems as though being true and non-offensive is not possible. There will always be someone who feels attacked by what I say though there was no malice in my intent. There will always be someone who thinks I'm an idiot, that I haven't ever considered another side to a story. Someone who thinks I'm too old-fashioned, too progressive, too uptight, too laxed, too right-wing, too left-wing, too not-the-norm, too trendy.

Third crux: How can I ever want to stand up for what I believe when it will be attacked? Because of multiple disheartening experiences I feel like I'm worse off than I started. I frantically look back and try in my earnest to figure where I went wrong. Sometimes I realize what I could have done differently and learn from those mistakes. There have been plenty of times where I wish I could take back what I said to a family member, a friend, a stranger. But often times I feel completely misunderstood and misjudged. Basically, everything that I'm afraid of when it comes to being confident in one's self has actually happened. And it's painful to me. How can I move on with my head held high (hopefully not too high) and not be affected by those who hate, or dislike, me and my beliefs? This is where I get stuck. This is where my anxiety settles in. This is where thoughts of worry, self-reproach, and bemoaning never cease. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of giving these people, thoughts, experiences power over me, leaving me second-guessing my integrity. I truly feel like I mean no harm and yet I feel like I'm one of Satan's angels when I say something that people don't agree with. I just want to cry out, "I am not what you think I am! I am a good person!"

Someone who has generated plenty of "controversy" on her blog said in one of her blog posts, "The hardest lesson I've ever learned: it's OK that people don't like me." It is a lesson I am learning now. It is something that may very well be only in my head. But I am doing everything in my power to be honest, and true, and supportive of others, despite what they believe. Even if it is received harshly, by myself or the world, I know my intentions are good, regardless if my re-evaluations change my mind or not. I will no longer allow that force to bring me down and at times when I should speak up, to not let it bind my tongue.

Also, this was a great article to read to keep me uplifted. It talks about the price of discipleship. That in wanting the best for others and trying to serve them, there will always be opposition. There will always be those who don't agree with you, despise you, think that what you are doing is wrong. It is something that can never really be answered with one answer that fits all. Most things can't. But still, we must have "Christian Courage."

I know I am closing with religious content but it is so much more than that. The above video on good and evil, the girl opposing Hitler's reign, coming to terms with my own contenders, and living and sharing the gospel can seem incomparable to each other due to the varying degrees of seriousness and importance, but the same thing applies. If I cannot get over and stand firm to those who disagree with me, how can I ever be immovable in my faith, my happiness, my truth, especially when my life and what I want my life to stand for depends upon it?

Food for thought and now that I've feasted I'm ready for a nap.

Analytical Wilcock

Monday, April 18, 2011

Dear Blog,

Earth Day is a few days away and it got me thinking. Remember when I started the whole "Going Green" posts? There are 6 if you're interested in Apr, May, and Jun of 2010. Then they just stopped. Not that we stopped doing the few things that we have transitioned to, but that we haven't done anything more. Things got busy, minds were frazzled, and frankly I (we) just didn't have much energy at all to think about all of the how-to's in our quest of green conversion. We have been needing a boost.

Well, thank heavens I got my boost! I came across this story and how motivating it is for me. I feel good knowing that we already do a lot of the same things (e.g. using mesh bags for produce, shopping for clothes at thrift stores, and using canisters to some of our food), so it feels like I am already a few steps into the game. They have reminded me that this lifestyle is actually easier and less stressful than the trash inducing one that society currently accepts. (Also, the mom is French which explains a lot right there. I think Europeans grow up living more resourcefully anyway and I like to look to them as an example.)

The amount of trash this family has used in 4 months!!!
Anyway, it's time to declutter. But first go read the story and here is the family's blog.

Emily Wilcock

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Dear blog,

The following pictures were taken on the loveliest day, on the loveliest grass, of the loveliest little girl.

That day is invited to come back at any time. It is most welcome.


Thursday, April 14, 2011

Solitary And Secretive

Dear Blog,

In case you didn't know, I am a big fan of the TV series Wild America with Marty Stouffer. There is something about it that makes me wish that time was actually 25 years ago. But that's besides the point.

Yesterday I was watching a few episodes (we have all 12 seasons on DVD and I'm proud!) and Marty taught me something new. Something that I'm sure a select few of you might already know but what most of you believe to be false. A hoax. A tall tale. What is it?


Are you ready?


OK, here it goes...


Remember going to girls' camp and every first year Beehive was led to believe everybody, every year loved to go snipe hunting so they would enthusiastically start beating sticks together searching for some rare animal they had never seen before only to find out that it was all a joke with everyone laughing at them? Remember that? Well, guess what!!! SNIPES ARE REAL!!!

I wish I could get you that footage from Wild America (it's from Season 8, Episode 7 "Olympic Odyssey" in case you wanted to check it out for yourself.) so this and this and the picture below will have to do.

The Snipe!
"Solitary and secretive, the snipe is rarely seen." ~ Marty Stouffer

Did you know that? Now, I'm not crazy (though I know that point could be argued) so you are just going to have to accept that the joke has always been on us, the people who thought snipes were some mythical prank and Mr. Fredrickson. Are you guys as floored right now as I was when I learned of this truth? Maybe it's just me but I find it amazing that the popular belief, that I am familiar with, is that these creatures don't really exist when they actually do. Amazing. How can that be? Any philosophers out there want to share their opinions on why this might be. How can we be so blind? I'm only partly kidding here. Hahaha!

So there is your daily trivia for the day. And if I'm the only one who didn't realize this, well then, I feel stupid.

Emily Wilcock

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Yes, And...

Dear Blog,

I did it. I really did it.

I participated in an improv show at the National Comedy Theatre (NCT). And it was AWESOME!

The one and only Dorian Lenz: improv extraordinaire

Why, you may ask, would I do something as "suicidal" as this? Well, there are a couple of answers to that question. 1) Heath is already a part of the NCT team, in case you didn't know, so he was my inspiration. 2) They offer workshops for anyone who wants to give it a go. 3) Improv looks like a blast! And the most important reason, 4) I get embarrassed of just about anything I say to another person and this was a way to get over my fears of saying something stupid. So, there you have it!

A photo montage of my wonderful, funny, talented teammates in action.

Sure, I still get my nervous laughs. Sure, I still get a little embarrassed. This fear still needs to be conquered, but I no longer get that heart pumping (negative), breath taking (also negative), chest pain inducing anxiety that I used to. What a relief!!! I would recommend this to ANYONE -shy or outgoing. You meet great people, feel more confident in your blunders, and have lots and lots of fun. Oh! And the best part don't even have to be funny, which was great for me. Go figure!

Seriously though, you should check it out. In fact, their next Level 1 workshop starts on Tuesday, May 3. Check it out! You'll be glad you did.

Shamelessy Yours,
Emily Wilcock

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Dear Blog,

There is something incredible about our favorite Disney movies, new or old, that make us transcend into another world -- a happy, imaginative world. But there is something even more incredible when that other world transcends into ours.

Just look at this!
There is more about it here.


Monday, April 4, 2011

"Ma cousine et moi nous amusons bien!"

Dear Blog,

Juniper got to play with her cousin Maddie! Maddie and Juni are about 3 months apart but they are very different

Juni has short, chunky legs. Maddie has long skinny legs.
Juni has curly hair. Maddie has straight hair.
Juni has blue eyes. Maddie has brown eyes.
Juni has always been high strung. Maddie has always been easy-going.
Juni is a picky, light eater. Maddie is a very good eater (though their body types would say otherwise).

Juni is nearly a head shorter

Juni looks up to her cousin. Literally and figuratively.

Juni shares her favorite chair and the girls watch a movie. This sum is definitely cuter than its two parts.

I'd say that the only thing they have in common is this:


I love the triumphant ending.

Who wants to go dancing? Anyone?