Oxymoron

So, Jacob and I have kind of started an exercise routine. I say kind of because my attempt is sorta half-hearted--I don't think many doctors approve of purposely (purposefully?) losing weight during pregnancy. Half-hearted, maybe, but also supportive.

Jacob's planning on being back to his old, fit self in about six months. He wants to be back where he was when he got his physical for ATC school. He was around 160 or 165, playing soccer/reffing pretty much every day, and working at a job that required walking/standing all day.

Oh, p.s., I say about six months because, let's face it, he won't be eating right, just working out every day. Healthy eating, I'm afraid, is not in the near future. He's not ready, or committed, to make such a life-style change.

Funny how he's choosing to do this when I'll only be getting fatter as the months pass. Not. Fair. Did I mention I'm being supportive?

We All Scream For...

Yesterday Jacob got home from school and said, "I should probably get a haircut."

!!!!!!

Needless to say, I took advantage of his moment of weakness and we went straight to... well, I'll just say it... Wal-Mart. Yeah, we went to Wal-Mart for a haircut. To quote Jim Gaffigan, "I knew [s]he was white trash." I also expect to be featured in a you-know-you're-a-redneck joke anytime soon. Oh, well, I'll get over it.

To celebrate The Haircut (it was so momentous, we have to capitalize it), we went to Braum's! On a side note, if we stay in Texas I am DEFinitely gonna keep up the tradition of going to Braum's to celebrate things, which is what my fam did growing up. Not only was this Tycho's first time to Braum's, but it was his first time to go out for ice cream! He had a great time, and he actually did surprisingly well eating his ice cream cone (nothing on his clothes and I only had to wash his hands and face!). We've been sorta ice cream deprived because our freezer shouldn't really be called a freezer, it should be called that useless-device-that's-not-much-cooler-than-the-fridge. We've been kinda back and forth with the landlord concerning this issue, but she maintains that it works perfectly. Who needs ice cream anyway? I do, and my desire for ice cream will only increase directly with the size of my tummy, but I digress. Pictures!








Two thumbs up for March 25.

Upgrade

When did I get this purse? Sometime in high school, or possibly even middle school, and I'm also pretty sure it was a hand-me-down from my mom.

Alas, this simple purse has lasted me through thick and thin. It has seen years of style changes. It has recovered from exploded pens, melted chocolate, spilled lotion bottles, and many an unwrapped peppermint.

And guess what? It's finally time for an upgrade.

Here was my list of qualifications when we went out Wednesday:
plain jane (no flashy logos or monograms or whatever)
be able to shove a book and a diaper in there, if need be
be able to close with all my normal things inside
pocket with a zipper
strap to hang my keys on
not too big
outside pocket for cell phone (so I don't have to dig through it)
durable (obviously)
structured, be able to stand up on its own, not topple over and spill out my things
a few organized compartments, not one big space

And here is the end product:

Here's to hoping this one has a life as long and useful as its predecessor.

Patience Is Nothing More Than Hiding Your Impatience

I am getting super stoked for this weekend! I am going to party like it's 1999!! Which is very fitting, because in 1999 I met my now-totally-awesome-best-friend Claire! So this post is a tribute to her awesomeness. She's a married chica now, to a tall, ball-cap-wearin, ultimate-frisbee-lovin engineer. But back in the day...

CLAIRE

gives the best high-fives,

is a total nerd (yes, that's a bowling ball),

is the most fun to play dress up with,

has the best smile,


is beautiful!


Seriously, look at those long, flowing locks.

Did I mention she's a total nerd?

She's modest...


Scratch that last one (j/k, Claire)


She's a winner,

a party animal,

has friends in high places... well, sorta.

She may have tried to kill me a few times, but...



...at least I'm not the only one.

LOVE THIS GIRL!!!

(weird, I'm on the left in almost all of these pictures... and btw, the pic on the bottom remains the only picture in existence that shows my chopped off finger recovery)

Well Fine Then

Thanks to my lovely husband for getting on my facebook and announcing to the world the good news. I wanted to wait (now that we live in Texas I actually have the ability to tell some people in person!!... but no). What he did was he posted the same status on both of our facebook accounts to see if he could get more comments. Please. Well, at least I got the last laugh, because guess who has more comments? Yours truly.

Yes, it is good news. But don't get excited just yet. I am approximately dos weeks along, so not even close to the 12-week mark that you're supposedly supposed to wait before you start telling people. So don't even try to ask me the tell-tale gender question.

I'm tired, a little bit insane, and pretty much high on estrogen right now. And on that note, I bid you good night.

I Love My Saturdays

My favorite day of the week? Tuesday. Random? Absolutely not. Great things have happened on Tuesdays in the past. Here are a few big ones off the top of my head:

My 8th birthday (when I got baptized)
Got my acceptance letter to BYU
Climbed Mount Timpanogos
Jacob told me he loved me for the first time
Jacob proposed/we got engaged
Got married for time and all eternity
Went in to labor on a Tuesday (though the kid was born on a Wednesday, but just barely)

And I just got some great news this last Tuesday!

Granted, the marriage on a Tuesday was really my choice, but all the other ones are just plain (bonafide) Tuesday greatness.

I Tasted China

Yesterday was a loooooong day. Crazy tired in the morning, but woke up at 6 anyway because I've been jonesing to go on a walk lately. Took me about 20 minutes to call it quits. Really all it took was for me to start thinking about all the things that need to be done at home, but it takes about 20 minutes for my brain to start working. So that's the trick, people. When you have lots of stuff you NEED to do and one thing you WANT to do, do that one thing when you're half-awake (so you don't have to deal with your mind giving you grief because you SHOULD be doing something else). Anyway, it was all good because I had just enough time to make breakfast before the little Tyke woke up.

That reminds me: I need to make more bread. Does anyone want to grind the wheat for me? It really works out the arm muscles (if that's a motivating factor for anyone...)

Breakfast, yum, toast and eggs and freshly-squeezed orange juice (just kidding about the freshly-squeezed part). Wow, that makes me hungry. Work was super boring (Thursdays don't really bring in the big rush that you might think). Picked up Tycho from the sitter and we headed over to the Old Mall, which is always deserted but has a great play area. Played for a couple hours and then met Jacob and a couple of school friends at Taste of China, a buffet restaurant, which was exactly what I needed at this point. Thanks to Anthony and Thomas for treating us to a night out, even though it was kinda awkward because this was our first meeting and I was stuffing my face the whole time. Nice.

I Love Dr. Horrible

Last weekend Seth and the Old Man drove our car back up to us and stayed for dinner. We went to Chipotle (say like it rhymes with "yodel") because all the food is gluten-free except the tortillas. This was for the Old Man, of course. Yep, good times all around. So, we got our car back all nice and repaired. Runs like a dream... more or less. Oh, and I made Seth watch Dr. Horrible. Great stuff. Here's somethin for ya:


This picture shows Tycho's natural smile. How sweet.


This one is the smile Tycho gives when we say "smile!!" for the camera. Murderous? A little I think.


And sometimes it's crooked, which adds to the murderous effect.

Have you done YOUR taxes??

Done.