in which grant comes to see us and we go to a baseball game

Grant came to see us last Friday. He’s been the only kid at home since Adam left (which I can’t even comprehend since I can’t remember being alone with both of my parents very often growing up).

Anyway, a couple weeks ago we formulated a plan for a long weekend with Grant. He flew himself across the country (again, the first time I flew alone I was 22 and married. He is 16.) and I swung by the airport after work to pick him up. While walking through the terminal I saw a pair of brothers, one big and broad and the other less so and for a split second I impossibly thought it was Adam and Grant. Hard to not miss Adam these days.

Anyway, it was wonderful to see Grant and I almost couldn’t believe he was really here! We headed home on the metro. We had a few minutes before our dinner reservation, so we went out to play tennis. Grant has become quite the tennis player since the days when his racquet was as big as he was. While we were walking to the courts we saw a groundhog! I’m accustomed to the bunnies we have everywhere in Virginia and even the occasional fox, but a GROUNDHOG? It almost didn’t look real, but it turned its little head and waddled underneath a nearby shed. Perhaps it is his home?

We drove over to Founding Farmers by way of Sports Authority so Jason could pick up his newly restrung racquet in anticipation of playing with Grant the next morning. Grant and Jason had the fried chicken and Jefferson doughnut, while I had my first burger in a looong time (but not my last of the weekend). 

At 5:30 on Saturday morning I ran two (point three) very dark miles to Dani’s house. We met up there, then did 16 miles together. The run was tough for me for two reasons: 1. I went to buns, hips and thighs on Thursday night and 2. I went to another weights class that turned out to be almost all legs on Friday at lunchtime. My legs were dead. Our clock time didn’t reflect it, but I felt like I was really slowing us down. We survived, though, and I went home for a quick shower, breakfast and a little lounging before joining the boys at the tennis courts.

When I got there, Grant and Jason were nearly done with their first set. I watched for a bit and tried–with limited success–to take some action shots.

I joined in for a few minutes of hitting around, but walking was still a struggle. Grant went easy on me. The men played one more set and then we headed home for pizza.   

We went out for frozen custard and I returned my library books. Then we all took much-needed afternoon naps before heading into the city.

I’m glad the Nationals were in town for Grant’s trip. He has been to more Bees, Orem Owlz, and BYU baseball games than any of the Pullan kids, but hadn’t yet been to an MLB game. (Also, before we go on, can we talk about how cool his hair is?)

I love Nationals Park, and we had perfect weather for the game.  

Our seats were pretty good. The best part was that we could hop over the backs of them to procure food, which we did after about the fourth inning. I’m glad baseball exists so I have a reason to eat a polish sausage with onions and peppers every once in a while. Jason also picked up some butter-slathered pretzel bites, which we all enjoyed.

This particular evening happened to be 80s Night, so the Presidents’ Race turned into pac-man.

The Nationals won, and we saw three home runs! (Well, there were four home runs if you count the one from the Marlins.) I think Grant had a good time.

Coincidentally Adam went to his first MLB game last week too. I guess it was Faith Night at the Orioles, so they let the missionaries go. I’m sure my dad is proud.

One unexpected bonus of our outing: getting home was a dream. Usually it takes a while and we spend forever crowded on the platform with a zillion other people. Not so! We got right on the first train and made our transfer with no crowds at all. Awesome.

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.
payson lakes jason
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.