By the Numbers: April 2014

6          days missed of work (and daycare) due to sick kiddos
3          doctor’s appointments (one for Max’s helmet/cranial band and two for the latest round of colds)
83           days Max has worn his helmet/cranial band

As always, rocking the helmet.

As always, rocking the helmet.

10        Sully’s total teeth count
10        Max’s total teeth count

Disclaimer: Those aren't his real teeth.

Disclaimer: Those aren’t his real teeth.

12        size (in months) of Max’s clothes – except pants, that’s still 6-9 months
12        size (in months) of Sully’s clothes

Despite what the shirt says, we do feed him plenty.

Despite what the shirt says, we do feed him plenty.

1          road trips taken  (to the BH – I only took video on this trip and, alas, I can’t upload videos)

93        days until Tri for the Cure – Denver
9          days intended to devote to training for the Tri
7          actual days spent training for the Tri due to either me being sick or the boys being sick

Yep. This is happening.  Not sure I fully admit what I've gotten myself into.

Yep. This is happening. Not sure I fully realize what I’ve gotten myself into.

1          bridal showers attended

1          Ladies Afternoon Southern Cocktail Hour(s) attended

1          Fluffy Buffalo shows (Happy 1oth Birthday, Lander Art Center!)

April Fools and Pranks of the Past

So, this happened on April Fool’s Day:


It was relatively innocuous enough, as far as pranks go; pranks posted to Facebook on April Fool’s Day are a dime a dozen these days.  Paul simultaneously felt surprised and a little guilty that so many people thought he was serious.  There’s also a funny story about the info getting relayed to some of my coworkers who were then wondering why in world I wasn’t saying anything about moving to Washington DC, but I’ll leave that one for another day.

On the other hand, I’m sure a little, just a little part of Paul was doing a little evil laugh inside his head.  You see, he has a long history of pranks.

I was first made aware of Paul’s proclivity for messing with his friends when we worked together in college.  The morning after a January 2005 snowstorm, an email with pictures from an anonymous email account was sent to everyone on the RA listserv.  Apparently, our Hall Director’s car had been buried in snow by the staff of another dorm.



That’s Paul in the black coat and khaki pants.  He sort-of confessed/broke character later that day and helped dig out our boss’s car.  I’m guessing Brandon got over it; he married us 2 1/2 year later.

Fast forward from Operation Orr Sucks/Downey Rules about 10 months.  Paul and I had been dating for about a month when I received the following email out of the blue:


My name is Chris.  I am a very old friend of Paul’s…
hopefully he’s mentioned me.  I am also currently one of your
adversaries at Warfish.

Paul mentioned you’ll be visiting him this weekend in Laramie.  If you
happen to have an inclination to mess with Paul on my behalf, please
purchase a half dozen or so mousetraps and set them all over his dorm
room when he is momentarily indisposed.  Prime locations include
immediately inside of cabinets (e.g. where he would reach for his
toothpaste)… in his shoes… right behind his computer mouse, but
somehow hidden from sight.  The coup de gras (stolen from Paul in
fact) would be to balance a mousetrap precariously on the top of a
half open door.

Best of luck.


I did confirm with Chris that Paul did indeed deserve such treatment.  Turns out, when Chris and Paul lived together in a stereotypically terrible college apartment in Laramie, hidden mousetraps were commonplace.  The mousetraps first appeared in the apartment, because, well, they had mice.  Then one day whilst setting traps, I don’t remember if it was Chris or Paul, but one of them called out the other’s name to get their attention and then simply tossed them a set mousetrap.  And so the game was on; 10 or so year later, I went ahead and hid half a dozen mousetraps in Paul’s 10 x 7 dorm room just before I headed home to Denver.  Paul called later that night; after finding the first mousetrap, he spent the next hour hitting everything he could with a clothes hanger in hopes of finding the rest of the traps.

Fast forward to June 2006.  I was still living in Denver, and had moved into my own apartment the previous February after living in Jenn and Phil’s basement for 9 months.  Jenn and Phil were headed out of town for the weekend and asked if I could check in on their place.  Living either near or in Colorado for most of their lives, Jenn and Phil are avid Colorado Avalance fans; Paul was born in Detroit and has been a Detroit Red Wings fans for a very long time.  In the week’s leading up to my housesitting gig, Paul and I somehow got on the topic of of pranking Jenn and Phil.  We thought it would be funny if, when they arrived home from their trip, there was a Red Wings Banner hanging in their basement.  And then somehow we got the idea to hide Red Wings trading cards all over their house (knowing they would think the banner was the only joke) and then Jenn and Phil would find the cards randomly and when they least expected it.

So I bought a banner and trading cards off of Ebay and hung the banner and hid cards around the house.  I don’t think the last cards were found for a couple years – when Phil lent his sister their Firefly DVD boxset.


And then there’s Lenny, the big blue bunny.  Someone won Lenny at a carnival (maybe the state fair?) over 20  years ago.  Lenny sat shotgun while cruising CY Avenue in Casper among other adventures before he started being passed back and forth between Paul and Chris in various and creative ways.  This post is already getting long, and Lenny deserves his own separate backstory.  In the meantime (or because a post about Lenny may never actually come to fruition), here’s a picture of Lenny (with the infamous Chris) after he was mailed to Paul in Kentucky for his 29th birthday before his friends and family joined him for the celebrations.

chris and lenny 2001

Paul’s latest April Fools’s stunt not only got me thinking about Paul’s past pranks, but it also made me realize two things:

1.) Besides this latest prank, he/we haven’t pulled off one in a very long time.
2.) He’s never gotten me back from the Mousetrap Incident of 2005, so I’m long overdue.

We have may good reasons for #1 (buying a house, getting married, grad school, babies, etc).  It’s #2 that is most unsettling.  Perhaps Paul has spent these last 9 years lulling me into a false sense of security and he’s just biding his time…

By the Numbers: March 2014

Better late than never, right?


0          days missed of work (and daycare) due to sick kiddos (YEAH!!)
2          doctor’s appointments (one for Max’s helmet/cranial band and one for the 12 month check up)

53       days Max has worn his helmet/cranial band

Sully’s total teeth count
8          Max’s total teeth count
6-9      size (in months) of Max’s clothes
12        size (in months) of Sully’s clothes

1          road trips taken (to Denver for family and hockey time)

Max doesn't like car trips all that much.  Sully is unimpressed.

Max doesn’t like car trips all that much. Sully is unimpressed.

Cousin Time!

Cousin Time!

hikes taken with new backpacks

3          number of trips in the bike trailer

8          (approximate) number of Shamrock Shakes consumed by Team Primrose (homemade and authentic McDonald’s shakes)


2          number of birthday celebrations (see previous post)
14        total number of people in the house during the boys’ official birthday celebration
0          number of birthday cake/cupcakes eaten by Rigby this year

First Birthday Celebrations

Birthday Week has come and gone here at Team Primrose and it was, more a less, a success.  We survived, our families survived, the furbeasts didn’t runaway and most importantly, the boys stuffed their faces with frosting – they never really made it to the cake.

First up, on the boys’ actual birthday (which happened in the middle of the week).  We knew we’d do the official cake-smash-in-the-face event the following weekend, but we wanted to do something to commemorate the actual day.

In case anyone who reads this blog didn’t already know, Paul loves him some McDonald’s Shamrock Shake. For one glorious month every year McDonald’s releases their green, minty drink to the masses, in celebration of St. Patrick’s Day.  After the first Shake of the year (sometime in February), and realizing that his beloved Shakes now cost something like $4.50 for a small, Paul decided to finally learn to make his own.  He found a great recipe had posted a picture of  the homemade (and boozey) result on Facebook.  I mentioned it at work one day and my co-worker, a fantastic person and mother of 5 year old twins, thought the shake (minus the alcohol, obviously), topped with mounds of whipped cream and a fancy straw, would be the perfect birthday treat for the boys.


It was perfect suggestion not only because Paul loves Shamrock Shakes and the boys were born during the one time a year you can buy a Shamrock Shake, but this green, minty concoction also helped fund the first Ronald McDonald House.  We spent nearly a month living at the Billings Ronald McDonald House last year, Sully spent the first 2 1/2 weeks of his life living there, and we are forever grateful for their existence.  How could we not give the boys a bit of Shamrocky goodness on their birthday?

They were homemade, of course, because who knows (or really wants to know) what’s really in a McDonald’s Shamrock Shake.  They mainly just at the whipped cream on top, but we didn’t expect anything different.  We got to eat the actual shakes, then.  Win-win!


Sully 1st Birthday

Max 1st Birthday

Last weekend we were fortunate enough to be able to celebrate the boys’ birthday with their Nana and Pop-Pop, Grandpa Joe, Grandma Kitty, Auntie Jenn, Uncle Phil, Miss B, J-Bear, Auntie Abbey and Uncle Dude (Dan).  Uncle Chad, Aunt Melissa and Cousin Parker couldn’t make it because of the weather (oh March weather in Wyoming, you’re a fickle one, aren’t you?).  And thanks to FaceTime, Grandma and Grandpa joined us when the boys dug into their cupcakes.

We didn’t do anything particularly formal or extravagant, we just thought the boys’ birthday would be a good excuse to get family together.  We’ll throw bigger parties when the boys are old enough to actually remember the event.












Happy Birthday to me sweet babies, who are officially no longer babies.  Can’t wait to see what the next year brings.



A Year With Max and Sullivan

Various members of our family has descended upon Lander this weekend to help us celebrate the boys’ first birthday.  I will (eventually, I promise) post pictures of the official birthday celebration – which happens today sometime after their afternoon nap – with all the cake, frosting, candles, and presents.  In the meantime enjoy a little photo project that’s been a year in the making.

Max Joseph Primrose


Sullivan Roy Primrose



By the Numbers: February 2014

With the shortest month of the year out of the way, it’s time for another roundup of what’s been happening with Team Primrose.  It’s been a pretty uneventful month, all things told.  We were pretty big home bodies; but then again, winter is a time of hibernation, right? Even with Spring in sight (the boys were born on the last day of Winter, after all), the foot of new snow on the ground tells us otherwise.

2 ½     days missed of work (and daycare) due to sick kiddos


How parents survive a day with sick kiddos: Tylenol, Ibuprofen and coffee.

3          doctor’s appointments (all for Max’s helmet/cranial band)

Hanging out at the Orthotist's office on the day Max got his helmet.

Hanging out at the Orthotist’s office on the day Max got his helmet.

22       days Max has worn his helmet/cranial band

First day in the helmet.  Arrow sticker has since been replaced with much cooler stickers.

First day in the helmet. Arrow sticker has since been replaced with much cooler stickers.

23       hours a day Max has to wear his helmet/cranial band
6          anticipated number of months Max will wear his helmet/cranial band
8          Sully’s total teeth count
7          Max’s total teeth count

Look at those teeth!  Max is much more elusive in showing off his pearly whites.

Look at those teeth! Max is much more elusive in showing off his pearly whites.

6-9      size (in months) of Max’s clothes
12        size (in months) of Sully’s clothes

12+ month clothes include a lot plaid shirts.  Oh man, I love babies in plaid.

12+ month clothes include a lot plaid shirts. Oh man, I love babies in plaid.

0          Number of times a night we’re up with Sully
0          Number of times a night we’re up with Max
1          Sewing projects completed

Crib rail protectors.  The crib must be protected from Sully's eight teeth.

Crib rail protectors. The crib must be protected from Sully’s eight teeth.

1          other around-the-house projects completed

New way to display Grandma's quilts.  I'll post better/more pictures in my Nursery 2.0 post.

New way to display Grandma’s quilts. I’ll post better/more pictures in my Nursery 2.0 post.

0         knitting projects completed (but I had find a way to show off the other hat I knitted last month)

Owl beanie for Mr. Cy.  His momma loves owls, so of course he needed a hat with an owl on it.

Owl beanie for Mr. Cy. His momma loves owls, so of course he needed a hat with an owl on it.

and, last but not least

days until the boys’ first birthday

The Nursery 1.0

It wasn’t my intention for this space to turn into an “all about babies” blog, but let’s face it, my life pretty much consists of work and hanging out with the kids, so if I’m going to continue to use this blog as a way to record our lives, then the reality is that is will consist of content nearly solely devoted to the boys.

As we rapidly approach the boys’ first birthday (how did that happen?!), the nursery will experience a slight change in decorum, so I thought I would post some pictures before I switched things up a bit.

Taking pictures of the nursery has always been tricky because the room is pretty small – it’s only 9 x 12 – which is one of the reasons why it’s taken me so long to get something posted.  The space would have made for a perfect single kiddo room, but with two it’s now a really cozy and efficient little nursery.  I always get a little jealous when I see pictures of other people’s spacious bedrooms (our master bedroom is also the size of a matchbook), but I really like how the space turned out and am excited to finish up a couple projects and get them in the room, as well.

Speaking of, when does a room stop being a nursery and become a bedroom?  So many questions as we approach the first birthday milestone…

The room as it looked when we first moved into the house 6 1/2 years ago.

The room as it looked after we first moved into the house 6 1/2 years ago.

A little before and after action shots.

A little before and after action shots.

Even though it’s been well over a year, a big shout out to our friends Joe and Amara who helped us paint the nursery.  I was seven months pregnant when we decided to start working on the room.  If any expectant Mommas actually read this blog, may I suggest starting on the nursery when you’re a little less pregnant;  I had a sore back and sore, swollen feet by the end of the day.  But thanks to Joe and Amara – Joe is one tall dude and painted two coats on the ceiling with ease, and Amara’s theater background gave her mucho painting experience – we knocked out painting in one day.

Also a big thanks to my parents who, when they came for the baby shower, put up the white trim and built a custom closet for us.  They came down a couple days early and had to deal with my pregnant brain’s inability to measure the closet correctly and an unsquare opening to the closet (hence, no closet doors).  They primed, painted, measured, remeasured, sawed, nailed and added the finishing touches to the foundations of the room.

The floating shelf is from Amazon and the baskets are from IKEA’s kitchen department.  The dresser’s top drawer is full of diapers and other random baby accouterments (thermometers, Nosefridas, old pacifiers) and the others are devoted to towels, washcloths, bedsheets, and baby blankets.


I totally stole this idea from someone’s Etsy shop.  I saw the image on Pinterest, and upon seeing another Pin that said you could create this type of artwork with Microsoft Publisher (or Mac’s equivalent), I figured I could handle it.  They turned out pretty well and I bought some cheap frames from a store in town and spray painted them to match the color scheme of the nursery.


The stuffed animals were too cute not to capture on film.  They make for great distractions in the morning for whichever boy I’m not changing and getting dressed.




Quilts from Grandma.  We had to take them off the sides of the crib as soon as the boys became aware of their presence and started tugging on them.  They’ve lived on the back of the glider ever since, but The Nursery 2.0 has a new home for them; they’re too beautiful not to display all the time.


IMG_3329Mobiles for each of the boys, made by my sister, Abbey.  She’s a super crafty person and she’s made mobiles for all her nieces and nephews, among other adorable items.  I requested something a little different than what she had done in the past, so I really appreciated her being a good sport about my “vision” for the nursery.

nursery reading cornerTranquility base.  This area includes all things calming: the glider, white noise machine, humidifier, books, and iPod.


IMG_3351iPod, loaded with nighttime and daytime playlists for the kiddos.  The books are from my former boss; she picked them up from the college library’s free book cart.  Love the colors and the vintage look to the covers

For awhile, all the kids’ books fit into this cute wicker bag that I received as a gift at my bridal shower.  The Nursery 2.0 also includes some plans for bookshelves to display their ever growing collection.

IMG_3355Paul and his Dad put this puzzle together when Paul was a kid.  When Joe and Vicki moved back to Casper, they brought this along and gave it to Paul.  It goes perfectly in the nursery.  It will stay in The Nursery 2.0 and for many years to come.

IMG_3315Alright, last featured section of the nursery.  If you’d made it this far, thanks for your dedication.


The wooden Chinese symbol is a gift from Paul for our 5 year (wood) wedding anniversary.  It means double happiness.  Perfect gift to mark the occasion, no?  The chain of cranes is a gift from my former boss.  She sent them to us while we were still in Billings.  She read this book to both her daughters when they were younger and when she saw the cranes at a local art co-op, she thought of us and sent them our way.



My aunt made these beautiful growth charts for the boys.  She also made a beautiful cross stitched/embroidered piece in honor of our wedding.  She is very talented and skilled and I was so excited when they arrived in the mail and we got them displayed.


So, there you have it.  The first version of the nursery.  I also can’t end this post without pointing out that my Mom and sisters help me make the valance and crib skirts during our Christmas 2012 visit to Big Horn.  They turned out great, despite the fact I found the pattern for the valance online and it had some pretty vague instructions that my Mom and Abbey had to decipher.  Next time, I’ll just buy a legitimate pattern.  Thanks again for working with me and the ideas I had in my head for this room.

When I get the other projects done and the next version of the nursery is complete, I’ll be sure to be a little speedier about posting pictures.