Frost Fiscal Year 6

Is it time for another Frost Fiscal Year report already?! This year has flown by, and, though not a year of dramatic changes, has surely been our best yet. I can’t say I love Jason more now than the day we got married, but I think I love him more completely. I knew he was great on May 2, 2009. I just didn’t realize he was everything I would ever need in a best friend and partner. (Sometimes I still can’t believe this is our life.)

We celebrated our fifth anniversary in Mexico City!

It was easily one of the best/most fun trips we’ve taken together.

Attended Sarah and Brian’s lovely wedding in Baltimore.

I eventually recovered from the stomach ailment I contracted in Mexico.

Jason’s mom came to see us and we had a lovely–albeit humid–time together.

We took a load off at the third annual Frost-Holbein beach extravaganza.

I went to New York City to hang out with Roni.

I hosted book club, at which we discussed Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. I am proud that the book has come up at subsequent book discussions, but also a little concerned that the ladies of the ward thing I’m macabre.

I turned twenty-six and celebrated by 1. not working 2. running 6.5 miles (1/4 mile for every year) and 3. eating dinner at the Capital Grille with Jason, who had just returned from a trip the night before!

Jason became nocturnal. In his absence I walked a lot (39 miles over four Sundays), ran a lot, and went to visit the YW at Camp Misty Mount.

We had a lunch date in Georgetown whilst Jason tried to find a navy suit.

The new metro line opened, with serious positive commuting implications for me.

I went to two Nats games with work.

I stopped running so much when I started having shin problems.

Dave came to visit DC!

The three of us went to CT to see Jason’s family and, of course, attended the season-opening BYU football game at UConn.

Jason traveled.

I went to my first ever book sale.

I helped out (by which I mean I didn’t do much at all) with a baby shower for my friend Elayna.

We moved to a new apartment and it was our best/easiest move yet!

I ran my first marathon with Adam, Grant, and my Dad (and the three of us who aren’t going on a mission this year put in for the 2015 race). I can’t think about that day without smiling.

Mariel got married! I can’t think about this day without smiling either.

Jason and I camped (along with the boys) for the first time in five years.

We also spent some quality time in Payson Canyon, a.k.a. one of the most beautiful places in the world.
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I spent three miserable days covered in urgent-care-worthy hives. Still no idea what I was allergic to, though my best guess is the particular blend of garam masala I used in our butter chicken.

I got released from Young Womens and called as the teacher of the then-twelve-turning-thirteen-year-old Sunday School class. Jason continued to serve as executive secretary.

We caught our first high school football game in at least eight years (probably longer). It was so fun.

Jason and I were promoted at our respective places of employment.

We Thanksgivinged in Virginia, which meant Jason got to play in the ward Turkey Bowl and I got to watch. Oh, and we cooked our first ever full-size turkey.

I (along with everyone else who likes NPR) got hooked on the Serial podcast.

We took our yearly Christmas photo.

Jason went on a very brief business trip.

We went to Connecticut to see la familia Frost, where we ate all the candy and watched all the basketball.

And we saw the in-progress Hartford Temple!

I finished my thousand running miles and 154 books for the year.

We celebrated New Year’s Eve in the usual way: with a butternut squash and games and no banging of pots and pans.IMG_1588

We set a goal of cooking one new thing a week and have stuck with it so far.

I went to my only Georgetown basketball game of the year. 

Attended Emily and Brandon’s beautiful DC wedding.

Headed up to New York City to see the Matisse cut-outs and had a blast.

I developed The World’s Most Persistent Sinus Infection, which lasted an entire month.

Jason turned twenty-nine!

We had our first (but not last!) snow day of the year.

We spent Valentine’s Day downtown at the Portrait Gallery.

I made cream puffs for a baby shower and they were awesome.

Church was cancelled for freezing rain and we had another snow day!

Jason took another trip.

My parents came to visit us and we had a pretty great time.

We watched a lot of Kentucky basketball. Sorry, BYU.

I went for my first outdoor run of 2015 on Good Friday.

We finally met our baby niece and Adam got his mission call to Baltimore, Maryland!

We both got sick and spent a day sprawled on the couch watching HGTV.

My Grandpa Henderson passed away, so I headed out to Utah for the funeral. While there, I got to see Adam and Grant play high school tennis for the first time.

Jason headed out of town on a business trip. Barring unforeseen travel difficulties, we will be reunited today!

H1936496_1025334054000_389758_nappy 6th anniversary to the best man I know!

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five days in utah, part II

I got up bright and early Monday morning and went for a run while my mom rode her bike along side. She’s a good sport. We showered and headed over to Grandpa’s house again, where I secured a mini muffin tin. My Grandma Pullan gave me some muffin tins a while ago, so now I have one from each grandma. I really should make more muffins.

We hurried home and got ready for the Payson Temple open house. I have been looking forward to seeing the completed temple since early 2010, when I learned on my metro commute home that a temple would be constructed in my hometown. The outside is incredible, but the inside was breathtaking. I can’t believe there is such an incredible building so close to home.

This picture so much does not do it justice.

Two thoughts about the temple open house:
1. There were volunteers stationed throughout the temple to sort of move the self-guided tour along. At several stations, these volunteers were people I knew (my old piano teacher, my friend Whitney’s mom, old ward members). It was surprisingly touching to see old faces from my past.
2. I kept thinking about my Grandpa and Grandma Henderson and how much they loved the temple. They served in the Washington, D.C. temple for almost thirty years (which, as someone who is not yet thirty, seems like a really long time). I’m so grateful for their example, and felt close to them while I walked through the Payson temple.

After the open house, we ordered pizza from Fat Jack’s and got ready for the viewing that night. I played Scrabble with Grandma, who also rarely finds anyone willing to play with her. It was the most frustrating game of Scrabble I have ever played! Grandma spent the game with all vowels, while I spent the latter half with one vowel per round. I think we each ended up subtracting something like eighteen points at the end, which is really high for Scrabble aficionados.

The viewing that evening was very nice. My Pullan fam attended, so it was good to catch up with everyone. There was also a great slideshow of really old pictures of my grandpa.

That night Aunt Amy and Uncle Mark dropped off Scott and Robbie (who were spending the night), so naturally we stayed up late eating some much of the bounty our neighbors had dropped off.

After a late night, we all made it to the church early for the second viewing and funeral. The service was wonderful. My dad and Uncle Mark spoke, and a representative of each descendant family gave some brief remarks about Grandpa. Hannah repped the Payson Pullan family and did a beautiful job. We processed to the cemetery for the dedication of the grave, then headed back to the church for lunch.

The boys went off to their tennis match and Hannah had class, but Mio, Jordan, and my parents and I enjoyed the standard Mormon funeral fare: ham, funeral potatoes (or, as we have decided they should more accurately be called, funerary potatoes), two kinds of jell-o salad, and rolls. I used to be a little cynical about post-funeral meals because they seem like a lot of work for the ward, but it really is a nice thing we do.

Mio and Jordan went off to run errands and Mom and Dad and I went home. Mom and I drove up the canyon for a bit until we approached the gate a ways past Benny Creek Trail (and I’m pretty sure right around the place we saw a skunk in the late nineties). We saw some deer and the canyon was, as usual, just lovely.

When we got home we took naps and ate more German chocolate bars, then went back up to Grandpa’s to hang out with the fam. We had a great time playing The Bowl Game with everyone and tried valiantly to finish off the aforementioned funerary potatoes. We said good-bye to everyone and headed home, after which Dave very kindly drove all the way down to Payson to hang out for a couple of hours (and to play another round of The Bowl Game because it is so great). With Dave’s visit, I have officially seen everyone in the Pullan and Frost immediate families in the last two weeks (which has never happened before and likely won’t happen again for at least the next two years).

The next morning Mom and I went for a long walk on the Canal Road (seeing a theme here?), but we went a little too far and forgot Mariel and Jordan were coming over, so they came and picked us up. We made some bran muffins (which are so good! I need to get me some bran!) and stood around in the kitchen talking as Pullans are wont to do. Adam stopped in and showed us his super cool 3-D printed car. Mio and Jordan took off for Idaho and Mom and Hannah and I went to lunch at Tadka. Two words: peshwari naan.

On the way to the airport we stopped by Grandma and Grandpa Pullan’s house, where my mom got a much-needed nap. We zipped up to the airport just in time for my 4 p.m. flight. Actually, it worked out really well because I was randomly selected for the TSA pre-check line. Otherwise I’m not sure I would have made it to my gate in time.

I love going to Utah, but I hate leaving. Even when I know I’ll be back soon (hopefully before Adam sets out on his mission, and maybe again in October if this St. George Marathon thing is happening again this year), I hate being far away from my family. That said, I love my life here in Virginia and can’t imagine being anywhere else than right here right now. I’d just like to wrinkle the states in between (who needs Nebraska anyway?) so Utah is within a day’s drive.

My family rocks. Can’t wait to see them again under happier circumstances.

five days in utah, part I

My Grandpa Henderson passed away last Monday, so I headed out west early Friday morning.

Good-bye DC!

Since I bought my plane ticket at the last minute, I had two layovers on the way out. Fortunately I had a great book (How Architecture Works: A Humanist’s Toolkit) and a bag of trail mix to keep me occupied.

I made it into SLC around 3:30 pm and my mom picked me up from the airport. We hit The Red Iguana–the first of many must-hit Utah restaurants–for lunch, where the mole is as good as it is in Puebla. Then we stopped in at my Grandma and Grandpa Pullan’s house. Eventually we picked up Mariel from the airport (she had taken the shuttle down from Rexburg). The three of us dropped in on Jake and Justine so Mom and Mio could meet Kallie, and we FaceTimed with Jason before going down to Payson.

The boys were out and about when we got home, but I finally convinced them to play Scrabble with me (at 11 pm Utah time). Turns out my Scrabble skills drop off precipitously after bedtime. I was the only participant not to hit 100 points, and my mom emerged victorious.

Hands like this may have contributed to my epic loss.

On Saturday morning I woke up bright and early (a benefit of being on eastern time) and went for a run. It was an incredible run for several reasons: 1. I saw the sunrise over the mountains. 2. I saw several horses close up for the first time since we went to NYC (and I am sure these horses were much happier). 3. I got a great view of the spire of the Payson temple.

After a bowl of Life cereal (#vacation) and a shower, Mom, Mariel and I went to Spanish Fork to watch Adam and Grant play tennis. 

We usually play when I come to visit, but this was the first time I have seen them play an actual high school match. I thought for sure I wouldn’t have to opportunity to do so before Adam graduated, so I am glad this worked out! They are basically incredible and so fun to watch. What would it have been like to win matches??

The boys stuck around at the courts while we ladies went to Provo to get Mariel some new pants. She’s a good shopper, so we finished early enough to swing by the BYU Bookstore (I refused to call it The Store. It will always be the bookstore to me.), where I stocked up on chocolate-covered cinnamon bears and picked out a t-shirt for Jason.

We met up with Hannah for lunch at Zupa’s, then headed home for the afternoon. The boys and I were going to play tennis, but it started to rain so we went for another run instead. I had wanted to run to Elk Ridge on Goosenest, but we thought the lack of sidewalks made the route inadvisable. Instead, we ran the Canal Road. I haven’t been on the Canal Road since we used to take Sunday drives there (probably not kosher anymore?) and had forgotten how beautiful it is. From the road, you can look across the whole valley, the patchwork of fields and orchards and tiny houses, with Utah Lake just beyond. It was such a fun run.

That night we went to Sam Hawk for dinner and drove past the Payson Temple on the way home.

On Sunday Mariel and I went to church in the Page Ward with the fam, where we got to hear Grant bless the sacrament for the first time. I can’t believe my brothers are so old. That afternoon we made guacamole and Adam favored us with his Velveeta-cream of mushroom soup-salsa queso of champions. We had shwarma for dinner, then took some German chocolate bars over to Grandpa Henderson’s. That night, we played Backwords, which is one of the more hilarious iPhone games I have ever played.

in which my parents come see us

I am lucky that every so often my dad has a work-related reason to come to Virginia. This time, he brought along my mom. We had a great time (as we always do).

I met my mom at the metro and we commuted home together. We picked up Jason and the three of us went to Lebanese Taverna–by way of Paul, of course, for pastries. Also, we discovered that Wednesday is bellydancing night at Lebanese Taverna, so there’s that.

Jason and I went to work. My mom met up with my aunts and a cousin and Alex for lunch. Work was uneventful, except for when Emily and I found what appeared to be branded fanny packs. Turns out they are lunch boxes.


Thursday night we ate pizza and watched the Kentucky-WVU game. My mom and I picked up my dad from the airport sometime around midnight.

Jason and Dad went to work. Mom and I slept in, worked out, lounged, and decided to go to Cava for lunch. Then we went to Old Town Alexandra ostensibly in search of a bookstore. We got ice cream instead.

I love being with my mom. She’s great.

We spent the evening with Sara, who very kindly fed us dinner and let us hang out talking until way too late.

As I’ve mentioned, my parents are tougher visitors than most because they have already done everything here. We decided to go to Annapolis, which they hadn’t visited since the late 1980s. Like the last time Jason and I went to Annapolis two years ago, it was cold and a little breezy, but we had a good time.

Seriously, Annapolis is so pretty.

We had seafood for lunch (as one must do when visiting a waterfront town) then headed home. My parents and I started a game of Scrabble and Jason napped (since, as the driver, he had been unable to sleep on the way home). Eventually Mom and I went to the women’ broadcast; the men stayed home and made guacamole and watched basketball. When we got home Kentucky was in a dead heat with Notre Dame. We were relieved (though Jason never lost his faith) when UK pulled out the win.

Jason had some meetings early. We went to church together and my parents got to meet my Sunday school class. I only had seven of thirteen kids in attendance thanks to spring break, but they still made short work of the two bags of candy and fifteen peeps I brought them. After church we made chilaquiles and finished off the Scrabble game. My mom killed us all, though both she and my dad had 48-point turns.

Dad, Jason and I went to work. My mom went to the Building Museum with Aunt Amy and my cousins and their kids. She met up with me at the end of the day and we commuted home together (as much as I love reading, I far prefer having someone I love to talk to). We had dinner at Founding Farmers, which was excellent. Jason got the weirdest meal out of all of us: fried chicken and a Jefferson donut (which is kind of like a cronut, I think?). It looked so good that the rest of us had to try our own Jefferson donut too.

Mom and I went to Paul for lunch before her flight. I hated saying goodbye. That is all I will say about that. Dad had some things to do in the evening, so Jason and I spent a quiet night at home.

Because this is my second of three four-day weeks, I had a really hard time keeping my days straight. Those of us who remained in DC went to work and we had north African meatballs and couscous with golden raisins for dinner. I think this was the day I brought contacts to work, intending to run outside. When I got into the office and had cell reception again, I had several texts from Jason: “You took my contacts.” “Don’t put those on.” “Yours are still at home.”

Once again, we all worked. I got out a little early in anticipation of the long Easter weekend, so I came home and did the dishes and read. When Jason got home, I headed to the library to pick up a raft of holds, then picked up my dad from the metro. We went to Silver Diner for supper, which is so good. I had roasted vegetable huevos rancheros with roasted brussels sprouts, butternut squash, black beans, avocado, goat cheese, guacamole (and beets, which I promptly removed) and I keep really wanting to eat it again. We also had chocolate chip cookies when we got home.

(Good) Friday
Jason went to work. I ran a couples miles outside, my first outdoor run of 2015, I think. (It has been very cold.)  y dad and I went to the mall and picked up some fun things for the fam. He also bought me the Barnes and Noble-published Hamlet, which is my preferred Shakespeare layout (the notes are really easy to read without breaking up the action). We had lunch at La Sandia and then hung out at Rosslyn talking until it was time for my dad to leave for the airport. See my Tuesday note about goodbyes. I really wish my family lived closer to Virginia.

I’m so glad we were able to spend the week with my parents. They’re as busy as anyone I know, so it’s good of them to make time for a visit. Now that Adam’s mission papers are in (!!!) we’ll have to start planning our next trip west.

last hurrah

Saturday morning we all woke up late-ish after our hard partying of Friday night. Somehow we also all still wanted donuts for breakfast…

Jason, Grant, Adam, Dave, Mom and I played tennis (after eating donuts). Those boys have skills. I should practice more.

After tennis we watched some football, ate a pizza, and took naps. Then Jason and I headed up to Provo for dinner with Dave, Jake and Justine, after which we stopped by Sue Anne and Harold’s for a visit (and mostly to see tiny new baby Allie Sue, who is 100% adorable).

On Sunday morning we went to church in the Page Ward. My mom made Adam’s famous lamb and beef gyros for dinner (which were, in a word, awesome). When my dad got home earlier than usual, we played The Bowl Game, a charades/catch phrase hybrid we learned from the Thompsons what feels like a lifetime ago in Lexington. We played twice and had the best time; seriously, I think watching my mom’s charade portion was a highlight of our trip.

The next morning my parents drove us to the airport bright and early and we headed back to our Virginia life. After such an amazing trip, I’ve resolved that all of our Utah vacations should last eleven days and include a perfect wedding. Until next time, Payson.

in which Mariel and Jordan get married!

With the bridal shower, St. George trip, camping, and Bam Bam’s out of the way, we were ready for the main event: Mariel and Jordan’s wedding! We all woke up extra early on Friday, October 10, to get ready for the big day. I was really antsy that morning (having a sister getting married makes me feel really old) so I jumped on the treadmill for a couple miles at 6 a.m. Much clothes-ironing, cereal-eating, hair-drying, make-up applying, and tooth-brushing later, we were good to go. Mariel and my parents drove up together and the boys, Hannah, Jason and I followed a few minutes later.

We’re all excited, but we are also very tired.

We made it up to the beautiful Oquirrh Mountain temple in plenty of time. Adam and Grant waited in the waiting room with Rachel and the little cousins while the rest of us attended the sealing. Click here for more about temples and why being sealed there matters to Mormons.

My Grandpa Pullan–who also married us five and a half years ago–officiated. He did a beautiful job. (I feel like the word “beautiful” is already over-used in this post, but it really was a beautiful day all around!

After the wedding, Jason, Hannah and I went back downstairs and met up with Adam and Grant.20141020-133547-48947345.jpg

#1 I can’t believe my brothers are so old and tall.

#2 I always think my hair is long and lustrous and then I see Hannah again.

#3 How sharp do we all look in our wedding finery? 20141020-133548-48948249.jpg

Finally Mariel and Jordan emerged from the temple! I have no pictures of this because we were just reveling in how happy they looked. Oh wait, here’s one from Laurisa!


Mariel’s dress was perfect, her hair was gorgeous, her flowers were stunning, her ring is insanely shiny, and her veil is mine (heart), but the best part of the whole day was her huge smile. She and Jordan just glowed. I couldn’t stop smiling when I just looked at them!20141020-133547-48947657.jpg

We took lots and lots of pictures (“Everyone! Now Pullans! Now Deans! Now Pullan and Dean immediate families! Pullan immediate family! Dean immediate family! Bridesmaids! Groomsmen! All together now! Look at each other and pretend to laugh!”). Mariel’s photographer was awesome, though, and handled all the crazy–and believe me, with our family there can be a lot of crazy–with aplomb. Also, I am exceedingly excited to see a picture of me and Hannah Pippa Middleton-ing Mariel’s dress. Yes, that happened.

While the newlyweds took kissing pictures around the temple, we basked in the perfect October day.20141020-133734-49054403.jpg

At noon, the boys, Hannah, Jason and I (a group I will now just refer to as the siblings, as we spent much of our time together) embarked on our most exciting duty of the day: retrieving 45 dozen donuts from Payson Market. Mariel loves donuts and especially loves Payson Market donuts. Thus, it only made sense to serve these fabled confections at her wedding reception. I drove us back down to Payson (which was fun in spite of Hannah’s radio station tips, which inadvertently led us to accapella and NPR, which is great for every day, but not for a wedding day). We stopped at Fat Jack’s for our second box of cheese sticks in 18 hours, then popped over to the house to pick up a few things we’d forgotten in the morning rush. Adam and Grant drove the truck over to Payson Market and loaded up the boxes and boxes and boxes of donuts.

We followed them to the Springville Art Museum, where we left the donuts in the kitchen in anticipation of the reception. I have never seen so many donuts in my life.

Oh, and those are definitely maple-bacon donuts, Adam’s favorite. So gross.

The siblings drove over to the Chillon in Spanish Fork for the luncheon. I haven’t been to the Chillon since Hannah had choir there and it is a beautiful space. We had a great lunch and got to share a table with my moms sisters and Chris and Christie. 1488757_1294590423889948_5703607898273724263_n

The dads said nice things about Mariel and Jordan and I cried (emotions, man) and Hannah slept (after the lunch, of course). 20141020-133548-48948624.jpg

At this point I too felt like taking a nap too, but there wasn’t time! We jetted back to the Springville Art Museum for family photos. Again, I don’t have any of these, but I did steal a picture of the bridesmaids and flower girls from my Aunt Laurisa. The bridesmaids were (from left) Jordan’s sister, our cousin Rachel, Hannah, and me.20141020-133734-49054850.jpg

I like to call the next series of photos “Hannah and Amanda Posing With People They Love.”20141020-133842-49122696.jpg

We love our brothers!20141020-133549-48949569.jpg

We love Mariel!20141020-133734-49054001.jpg

We love our beautiful mom (how great does she look?)(and our dad, but we didn’t get a picture with him)!20141020-133734-49054726.jpg

We love our cousins!20141020-133733-49053682.jpg

We love cousin, friend, and fellow bridesmaid Rachel, whose hair looked best out of all the bridesmaids!20141020-133843-49123085.jpg

We love Aunt Sharla (and all our other aunts and uncles)!20141020-133843-49123602.jpg

If you can’t tell, Hannah and I were all about our bouquets. Seriously, I wanted to figure out a way to dry it and bring it back to Virginia with me. Also, the boutonnieres had succulents in them and were awesome.

With some patience, we also got a picture of my Grandma and Grandpa and all of their grandchildren (except Mariel and Jordan, once again off taking kissy pictures. Those two…)20141020-133735-49055001.jpg

We love Jason too, but I love him the most. 20141020-133734-49054294.jpg

The reception got underway and we settled in for three hours of laughter, talking, and donuts. Oh, and I wrote on a chalkboard sign. I am so glad Pinterest wasn’t around when we got married because I am pretty sure it would have just made me feel pathetic. Mariel, on the other hand, had a clear vision and pulled it off!20141020-133549-48949262.jpg

Mariel and Jordan stood in line while the rest of us ate and socialized. Jason and I were so glad to see Dave and Jake and Justine! We can’t wait to meet our little niece in November!20141020-133842-49122315.jpg

We also got to catch up with Roni and Amelia. I may be wrong about this, but I think the last time the three of us were together was at Jason and my wedding? Anyway, they are great.20141020-133842-49122020.jpg


There were so many people from my past Payson life, including my second grade teacher, several young womens leaders, our neighbors from the old house, Roni’s mom/my old boss at Fat Jack’s, and a panoply of ward members, family friends, and my dad’s colleagues that I didn’t recognize right off. Of course, they were all there to see Mariel because she is very well loved, but I had fun reconnecting with old friends too.

Panoramic view. The first version of this photo left one of my aunts with four legs. I won’t say which one. You have to be careful with that panoramic iPhone pano


As you can see, the floor at the museum is tiled and very very hard. I kicked off my high heels after about an hour.

I also ate more donuts than I’d care to admit and Jason and I had a fantastic evening. We got one quick pick with the Deans right before they headed off for their honeymoon in California. wedding

After they departed, the rest of us made short work of the decorations, gifts, and extra food. It was weird and sad to drive home without Mariel, knowing Jason and I wouldn’t see her again before we left for home. We were also all exceedingly exhausted from a long, wonderful, beautiful day, one of the best yet in the Pullan family. Congratulations Mariel and Jordan!