Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Off we go!

Although you know from previous posts that Tyson and I finished school, what you don't know is that we got these a few months ago.

Woo hoo! We are bona fide graduates!
However, since opening a letter in your living room isn't quite as dramatic and celebratory as a graduation ceremony we are going to Utah for my commencement!
We were hoping that BYU and UVU would have their graduations within a day or two of each other so that we could hit them both up at once but that didn't happen so we are just going to mine. Although I think Tyson's PhD. is a bit more of an accomplishment than my lowly Bachelor degree he had a chance to walk when he got his Bachelor's and now he says it's my turn.
So tomorrow morning, way too early for my taste, we are heading down to Utah. Fun fun fun! I will surely post pictures from our trip when I get back.

And now, something that has nothing to do with graduation...

Lindsey came over last week and we made these adorable little picture boxes. Although our boxes turned out super cute (now they just need some pictures on those flapping pages) what I really should have been taking pictures of is her darling little 4 week old baby! He was a doll, and such a trooper while his mom and I had a little girl time.After she left I decided to embellish the lid of my box with a few more do-dads.
Oh such fun.
And I am telling you we have BIG plans for the future. BIG ones involving sewing and gluing (I totally did not know that's how it was spelled) and whatever else we can think of.
I can't wait.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Go ahead... make my day.

As Tyson and I were leaving Fred Meyer the other day, we happened upon a group of Science Olympiad kids who were selling candy bars. Well Tyson said it was our civic duty to support them as we are adults now and, well... preggo + candy = no brainer so it wasn't a hard sell for me.
As we were about to leave the mom that was with them asked about my pregnancy and when I was due. When I told her September she exclaimed "Oh whoa!!" a little more exuberantly than I was expecting.
At this point I was seriously expecting her to say something like "At this rate it's going to be a loooong summer!" or "Gosh, I thought you were going to say July!" or better yet "So then it's twins, right?" aka the last thing I want to hear right now.
Instead, I got, "You look amazing! Wow, that's great. And believe me I know, I've got three kids. Man, you look so good!"
Well, I just about paid that woman another $1.50 to repeat herself into my cell phone so I could make it my ring tone.
It totally made my day.
Moral of the story: even if you're lying always tell a pregnant girl that she looks good. It will do wonders for her self esteem.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Welcome peas!!

Happy Earth Day!!
(it is today, right?)
On your day mother earth, I present you with... itty bitty baby peas!

Hewo widdle peas!! You're so cute, yes you are! Grow big and strong for mommy ok?
I'm sorry, I'm typing this as I watch American Idol, and seriously? Could Ryan Seacrest be more awkward? He's pretty much the worst deliverer of bad news ever.
Anyway, I lost my train of thought. Was it something about babies perhaps? Hey speaking of babies, let's talk about MY baby and how weird pregnancy is. I never tire of comparing it to a total body alien invasion and/or parasite. A parasite that's making me fatter instead of skinny.
I have totally been able to feel the baby move which has been awesome and super comforting, but wow. It's already stronger than I thought it would be and I'm thinking if it's kicking me this much now... how the heck is it gonna feel in four months!?
And another thing. Sometimes it freaks me out thinking of a little person inside my body. I don't know what gender I've got in there yet but I get slightly more freaked out when I think of it being a boy for some reason. What if I have a tiny naked squirmy little boy living inside me? Does that not seem weird to anyone else?
Oh, and speaking of naked... I've always thought pregnant people were so cute and adorable with their little bellies and all. But it seems like whenever you tell a pregnant person that they are so cute, they sort of give you a little laugh and a look like, "yeah sure, I only weigh 30 lbs more than I ever have IN MY LIFE." (I have not gained that much weight yet by the way) And I never understood why they wouldn't feel super adorable.
Well now I know. It's because they see themselves in the buff.
And now I don't think pregnancy is quite as cute.
But alas, it is a beautiful thing and I love my little nugget, boy or girl.
Oh speaking of boy or girl, I have my ultrasound on May 5th! In less than 2 weeks I shall know what I'm having! Assuming the little one decides to cooperate of course. I should put a poll on my sidebar... Yes. I think I will do that.
Go vote friends! Predict my baby's gender. Maybe your vote will change the inevitable outcome. Seems almost as probable as when you vote for president huh?
What? Ok, it's clearly time for me to go to bed.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Easter easter bo beaster.

So... It's growing.

Just thought I would let you know.
Easter was a grand success this year I must say. We began with a little egg dying at Tad and Becky's (you made the blog Becky!!) and produced these gloriously colored little numbers.
Unfortunately we left them in a hot car for a couple hours and they stunk up the joint before even making it home.
So we put them in the fridge and have yet to throw them away.
Tyson was especially proud of this orange one, and... is it just me or is he not exactly looking at the camera? I was probably just having a mesmerizingly bad hair day.

The morning after the egg dying we had our own little Easter egg hunt. Usually we trade off on who gets to find the eggs but since we have this new ginorm awesome house Tyson got the upstairs and I got the down.
There were a few rooms that were easier to find eggs in than others...
This barren empty wasteland will soon be the nursery.

Isn't he so cute!

My turn!!
I shall prance down these stairs as if I was not bedraggled and wearing mismatched pajamas. Pretend I'm wearing a fluffy Easter dress and a matching hat.

I was somewhat distracted midway through the hunt. Tyson got me all chocolate products this year. Mmm...
That bunny sure jumped high this year!

I'm really bad at ending my blogs and that's all I have to say so... uh...

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

DIY madness!

I did it!

17 trips to home depot, 47,000 splinters, and 2 hours of hammering/Mormon cursing (what the heck you flippin' flipper!!) has netted me a garden! A raised garden my friends.

Well, at least the beginnings of a garden. It's a little too early to plant everything that I want, but we've had a few rare warm days here and I had to get crackalakin' if I wanted to get started.

Did I mention I know NOTHING about gardening?

It may not be perfect in fact, it's definitely not, but I like it! Soon, we'll have fresh lettuce, cauliflower, broccoli, and 2 kinds of peas! Although I am a little confused on the peas right now. They were the only thing that I planted from seed and I might have forgotten where one kind ends and the other begins. It might be where that stick is that I put in the back of the bed, or maybe not. What an adventure this gardening business is!

I'd like to entitle this one "Life as a Cauliflower".
Oh, note to husband:
Our hose is no bueno. When it gets kinked it backlogs out at the spigot in an out of control way. This back splash inadvertently doused the side of the house, patio, BBQ and possibly the kitchen through the screen door. Um, totally not my fault though.
your beautiful, domestic, attempting
to garden in righteousness wife

Gardening hasn't been our only project though!
More on this little monstrosity later...

Thursday, April 2, 2009

I'm obsessed.

Pregnancy is a strange and fickle beast.


Just kidding, I have more to say than just that.

For example, one of the things that I've noticed that is now different about me is my relationship with food. As you can imagine, if I eat something that I should not have eaten (ie. the fishsticks I had for dinner last night) my life quickly dissolves into a living H. E. Double hockey sticks. And more often than not, so far, this is the case.

HOWEVER, if I win the culinary lottery and somehow eat exactly what my body wants at the exact right time... oh, it's like a magical heaven from which I never want to leave.

Like a couple days ago I was thinking that a pickle might be nice. I struggled to open the jar for about .09 seconds, before losing my patience and giving it to my main squeeze to muscle for me. Aren't husbands great? Upon jar retrieval I pulled a nice thick wedge from it's chilly home, set it on a plate and licked my fingers.

And then I literally giggled out loud in delight because the juice tasted soooo good. That half hour of crazy pickle binging was the best I'd felt all day. It was the food of the moment.

Now I want chocolate milk.

Gallons of chocolate milk.

A pool of chocolate milk.

A chocolate milk ocean!!

I could live my life on chocolate milk. (and I just want you to know that I had to retype milk 5 times because I kept spelling it "mild". meh?)

I'm also really enjoying V8 fusion. It's got a full serving of fruits and a full serving of vegetables in each glass. That's gotta be good for something, right? In fact, I'm thinking that at this point I would go on an all liquid diet if I thought it would be healthy for me. I just want to drink stuff all the time! So good...

And that's where I'm at these days.