Cows: the Provo variety

Driving around BYU campus at 8 am, is like driving through cattle. The pedestrians just saunter around on the street like they have all day and the world revolves around them. The only difference is, cows will occasionally respond when you honk at them.

Halloween

Well, another Halloween has come and gone. Our costumes last year (McCain and Palin) ended up being convincing enough that we felt like we needed something extra good this year. We also wanted to include our offspring in the costume, since who knows if I'll ever be pregnant again on Halloween.

So, this is what we came up with. (For those who can't tell, we're Humpty Dumpty and a King's man)


And, I cooked Halloween pizza. I couldn't get this picture to rotate, so you'll just have to turn your head.

Homecoming

My friend Kendra and I have been doing our best to keep in shape during our pregnancies. So, in honor of homecoming week at BYU, we ran the 5k. We didn't do amazingly, but I'm pretty sure we beat all the other 6 month pregnant ladies. (We only beat the 65 year old lady by a minute, but you should've seen her! )

Here's some evidence:

MIlestones

Well, we've made it to the third trimester of this pregnancy. And, I'm excited to say, that I think my morning sickness is finally ending. It seems that I've said that a few times and always end up being really sick the next day, but really, this time, I'm feeling more confident. I haven't thrown up since Sunday!!!! I can't believe it. Heavenly Father sure is nice.

Husband Appreciation Day

Have you ever known a person who has influenced your life so much that you're no longer the same person, but much much more than you ever thought you could be? Yeah. Me too.


Confession time once again.

I have this boy that I like...a lot. It seems that blogs are the best place to share your secrets. After all, no one reads this blog right?

So, this boy that I like is absolutely drop dead gorgeous PLUS he is superman. Here are a few reasons I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him...and no, there is no murderer of love in this story:


He goes to school and is studying basically 17 hours a day, and still makes time to make me feel special

He cleans up my barf bowl almost every day and doesn't complain or get sick himself!

He is absolutely hilarious

He's an awesome dancer (he even impressed all the Latinos at the Hispanic conference dance party he went to)

He isn't picky (i.e. he says I'm a good cook)

He loves cheesecake

He plans on being really rich some day so we can go on missions and give all our money away

He has amazing grammar

He is optimistic

He is super frugal. Example: Our conversation at his school conference consisted of something like,
Me: How was it? Did you get any interviews?
He: No, But you wouldn't believe all the free stuff I got!!!

You never know how many free pens you'll need in your life.

He tells me how cute I am at least 5 times a day even though I'm blowing up like a balloon

When he plays his cello or sings, it melts my heart.

He's basically perfect. No, really.


Sorry, ladies, he's taken. I hate to break it to you, but there's little chance you'll find someone as amazing as the boy I like, but here's to trying!

Of fortune telling and parenting

Well, I was hoping to get some good mileage off the mullet picture. Unfortunately, not all good things last, and its time to move on to a new blog post...

about telling the future.

Sunday, I was lying down and reading the palm of our baby (technically, it could have been any part of her, but this is my blog, so I'm just going to say it how it most likely happened). Now, I haven't read many people's palms, but I like to think that I sometimes have a knack for predicting the future.

I learned that our child's future either consists of a love of kick boxing, or tango. (It's hard to tell the difference.)

She even gave her daddy a good strong kick (his first one!) to which he promptly sent her to her room and told her to put on her jammies.

And, by popular request, here's a picture of her (taken by my computer...so it's not the best. Still, you get the idea).


I know it doesn't look too impressive, but there really is a baby in there! It's not just the three boxes of doughnuts I ate this morning.

Not a complaint, just an observation

The other morning I woke up feeling like Autumn had come. There was a change in the air or something. It was like the seasons had gotten a hair cut, and had gone with a good ol' mullet. While summer is still in front, its only there on the way to the long, neglected part in the back that is fun, but gets old really fast.



I mean, let's face it. Does this guy look happy?