Miss Scarlett (Isn't she lovely?)

Isn't she lovely?

Isn't she wonderful?

Isn't she precious? Less than one minute old.

Isn't she pretty? Truly the angel's best

Oh, I'm so happy, we have been heaven blessed.

Isn't she lovely? Made from love.

"Isn't she lovely"

-Stevie Wonder

Here she is!!!!

Here's little baby Scarlett Jylare! She was born yesterday (easily fooled?) at 10:03 am, 7.7 lbs and 19 inches, and beautiful!!! I miss her, even though I've never met her, and I can't wait to squeeze her in a month! I'm now Aunt Heidi!

Some things I love right now.

Autumn

(Ok, so this is unoriginal, but I just loved loved loved this quote that NieNie posted recently, I had to reblog it.)

Delicious autumn!

My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird

I would fly about the earth seeking successive autumns

-George Elliot

I am such an autumn girl. I guess that's what happens when you're from New England.

(Lighthouse Point, New Haven CT)

That's when that area comes to life, in it's most beautiful form. Autumn is my special time. I love sweater weather. I love the smell of autumn leaves and pumpkins and that certain special bite-in-the-air smell.

I love my autumn music (the Amelie, Village, Once and Pocahontas soundtracks, The Weepies, Counting Crows, Coldplay, The Shins, Guster, Ingrid Michaelson, Iron and Wine, Joni Mitchell, Nickel Creek, Indigo Girls, Sufjan Stevens)

If I could live in a world of perpetual autumn, I would. No questions or reservations. For Christmas last year, my Dad made us all a calendar entitled "Fall in New England should be Year Round", and it was full of gorgeous photos he'd taken one fall, and he's put one for every month of the year. If only life was like that calendar.

I am so sick of the sweaty back that I have from walking to school in the morning with my heavy backpack. The mornings have been deliciously cool, but around 11:00, it starts getting warm again. But the few leaves that have started to change on the mountains shine out like beacons of autumn-y hope.

(I also really loved this other quote from NieNie's post)

It is a common enough case, that of man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal. -George Elliot

Copying Brita.

My friend Brita is awesome. Her blogging skills are something that I aspire to have. She recently has decided to read the entire Anne of Green Gables series by L.M. Montgomery. It's reminded me of my own love of the story. Anne of Green Gables has a very very special place in my life and heart. I remember watching our taped-off-of-T.V. versions of Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea all the time (that Continuing Story one was weird though, I didn't like it so much). I have very specific memories of watching it when I was five, shivering at the spooky ghost music when Anne and Diana walk through the "haunted" forest laughing as Diana screams uncontrollably when Anne falls into the well. I loved Anne (although for a brief period of time in my life, I thought that because Anne didn't like having red hair, I shouldn't either, crazy, I know, but that was the power of Anne). Not much later, I started reading the books. They are so incredibly wonderful. They are hilarious, touching, and beautifully written. I have read the entire series so many times that I have lost count. I wish I had all my Anne books here with in Utah, but they're back in Connecticut. Oh, I love them.

Best and the Worst.

There's not much worse than being ready to go to bed and seeing the pile of newly laundered sheets and pillow cases lying there uselessly next to your bed, and knowing that you have to wrestle them on the mattress and pillows before you can get in. It also always seems to happen on nights when I'm really tired.

That being said...

There's not much better than climbing into a bed of newly washed and fresh-detergently-dryer-sheety smelling bed things. Delicious. Deli-see-us mancub.

p.s. I updated my music playlist. I hope you like it! If there's anything that I took off that you miss listening to, let me know and I'll put it back on!

p.p.s. I love mail.

I have this massive urge to watch The Village. Unfortunately my DVD has gone missing. I opened the DVD case, and the disc was gone. I only watched it once last year, and I know I had it after that. It's a mystery. And an annoying one. It is one of my favorite movies ever. It's also a movie that makes me feel all Autumn-y. And it's too hot. Too darn hot. I desperately need some Autumn right now. I love this movie. I feel like most people who didn't like it, only disliked it because they were expecting something different or they didn't understand it. I think it's amazing. I also completely love the relationship between Lucias and Ivy. He's always there when she needs him. She can put her hand out into the dark, and even into danger, and know that he will be there. His quiet, steadfast devotion and her outspoken, spunky and articulate personality are such a delight to watch. Also, I not-so-secretly wish I lived in Covington Woods.

Oh and P.S. the soundtrack is completely and totally gorgeous. I listened to it for about 3 weeks straight and fell in love with it. It's beautiful, except for those jump out of your skin moments, which never fail to make me jump out of my skin.

Juliet didn't wear zit cream...

So, don't think that I'm not a romantic. I am. Really. Anyone who knows me knows that I treasure all things pertaining to romance, even if they are hopelessly heavy-handed and cheesy. It all still gives me a thrill. However, as I was getting ready for bed tonight, a thought came into my mind that I've had several times before. If a boy that I was in love with made a big romantic gesture and threw pebbles at my window, waking me up for a nighttime surprise, I would consider it the worst thing ever. No make-up, zits everywhere with a healthy dose of zit cream, hair pinned back and raggedy pajamas isn't exactly glamorous. Even if he loved me enough to still think I looked pretty, I would be self conscious enough to ruin the whole experience. I would really be humiliated. I would be especially humiliated if I had been asleep for a while, because this new short hair cut gives me some marvelously cracked out bed-head. Like, little kid bed-head. I'm always astounded when I wake up in the morning to see the new and stunning creation on top of my head. I hope that any boy who knows me well enough to date me would understand this, and NEVER make that romantic gesture so often referred to in plays, movies, books and songs. Never.

This was random. But, I'm exhausted, and sometimes my thoughts don't work too clearly.

That's all (Bah Mariah!)