Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Growing UP!

Jane Bowman is walking everywhere, eating heartily, talking incessantly, and keeping us smiling all the time. I am so thankful for her presence in our life!

Friday, January 27, 2012

A Tribute to my One and Only Brother


I got to spend some quality time with my family this Christmas. It was Jamie's first Christmas back since he came home from his mission. I enjoyed spending time with him and taking photos of him. Jamie Dean Panganiban is such a cool person. Here's why...
He's funny, or at least I think he is. We tend to have the same sense of humor and I can always count on him to laugh at my stupid jokes.

He is super smart. He once almost got a B! O the shame. He can be whatever he wants to be when he grows up. Biochemical engineer, doctor, lawyer, English professor! BYU is lucky to have him. He is also very good at studying. He has a wonderful knowledge of the gospel and has a wonderful testimony of Jesus Christ.

He served a mission in Japan and speaks Japanese fluently. 
He is faithful, obedient and loving. When Jamie knows what is right or wrong, there is very little to stand in the way of him doing the right thing. He is a great example. 

The list goes on, but I have to head to class. Some lucky girl is going to be wooed and spoiled by my awesome brother. 

Love you Jamie!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012


Golden curls!

Her small chubby hands wrap around my arm and she begins to coo.
Her head full of golden curls tipped with my black hues rests gently on my shoulder.
I stand up from the antique rocking chair and lay her in her crib and she sits, like a little rabbit, and looks up at me with her dark blue eyes.
She speaks to me without any words.

She crawls quickly across the living room floor, pushing along a book I have memorized from reading it to her so often.
She stands on her own now and claps her hands at her new trick and eventually makes it to me and leans on my legs and looks up from her twenty four inches, once again, with those dark blue eyes, to say what I already know she wants.
I pick her up, but only to put her in her high chair to eat her squash and peas and she arches her back and cries.
She speaks to me without any words.

Dad is holding her as I walk though the door. She begins to bounce in his arms and grins, with eyes that smile as wide, propelling me to her side.
Her little lips kiss my cheek and a glob of slobber is left behind. She begins to babble her excited babble.
I squeeze her tight and I forget for a moment about bills, grading, and expectations.
She loves without words.

Saturday, January 7, 2012


Today in Walmart I discovered that I always, without fail, pick the line that takes ten times longer than the other lines. I have tried to perfect this art of finding the fast line, but I have learned that all my techniques are insufficient.

First, I looked to see how much is in the carts of those already in the line. Today, as far as goods in the basket, the line was in pretty good shape. Even though I only had two things in my cart, I forfieted the "10 items or less" line because there was that obnoxious family that does not know how to count and had a basket full of items.

As time wore on, as it always does in lines, I realized that there was some kind of delay with payment five carts ahead. The cashier did not look the least bit concerned that he had a line the size of Texas. Then, I notice that the family that was in the "10 or less items" line was checking out and the checker for that line seemed to be extremely efficient. I, however, was stuck with my choice at this point and had not moved for several minutes. My foot began to tap and I was fighting the urge to roll my eyes and look annoyed.

Then, I check back with the people in front of me. Apparently two college students had bought their groceries together and would be paying separately, and as if they were relishing the fact that it was finally their turn after watching a mom buy five thousand princess toys, they slowly deposited their items on the beltway and of course had trouble with their credit cards. At this point I look to the side and see someone I had stopped to talk to as I was shopping on their way out the door. They had been shopping at least an extra ten minutes than me!

The worst part was watching the checker of my line. He looked like he was actually sleeping as he worked. How had I overlooked his ridiculous snail pace? When my turn finally came he proceeded to slowly ring up my two items and then tell me how his eye had been watering. I smiled, expressed some sympathy for his plight and swiped my card. The funny part of it all is that I maybe waited a total of fifteen minutes (I actually don't know the time...it just felt this long), had no time constraints, and should have visited with people in my line. Figures.

Can someone teach me the trick to picking the quick line? I think it is my curse for already having an impatience problem. Maybe if I would learn my lesson I might catch a quick line occasionally! =)
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