Friday, September 26, 2014

Marriage does not suck

I married at a fairly young age. When I met Dallin, I was only nineteen, and we tied the knot when I was the ripe old age of twenty. 

Once we started dating seriously, I couldn't believe the "advice" that started coming in. There was so much negativity people were spreading about marriage. Once we were engaged, it really started raining down. Total strangers would counsel me to "just wait a while" before I supposedly kissed the good life goodbye and assumed a permanent ball and chain. 

To be honest, it freaked me out a little.

I know I was young and naive, but still I think I had a decent idea of what I was getting into. I had been looking forward to becoming a wife for as long as I could remember. I was lucky blessed enough to find the kind of man I always hoped I would find, someone that loved and respected me, who made me happy and kept me laughing. I'd found him, so why wouldn't I marry him? I'll admit there were times when the negative comments would get to me, and I would second-guess my decision. 

I'm so thankful I stuck to my guns though, because you know what? Marriage is freaking awesome

I know it isn't that way for everyone. Unfortunately it isn't always a happy ending. But if you find the right person, marriage can be the beginning of a fantastic life, not the end. I can honestly say, without reservation, that my life is so much happier, better, and more fulfilling than it was when I was single. I mean, I get to be with my bestest buddy every day. I can be myself – my dorky, unfiltered self –around him, and that's a big deal for me. We do almost everything together, from hot dates, to fun trips, to thrilling events like running to Walmart for that gallon of milk I forgot to pick up. Dallin keeps me laughing because he is funny, and I keep him laughing because of my rather blonde, klutzy tendencies. When my back has an itch, he can scratch it. When he needs an errand run, I am there to help. We each have responsibilities that help keep our household running smoothly. It's a perfect system for fulfilling all of our needs and helping us to be the happiest humans we can possibly be. Seriously folks, being married is the bomb diggity. 

I’m not saying it's always easy. It certainly requires work, forgiveness, sacrifice, and patience, but it is all worth it. So worth it. 

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Eli Thursday

30 weeks

Daddy's shoulders is one of his favorite places to be. I can't help but wonder if that is mostly because he is a bit of a hair-puller, and dad's noggin is so conveniently situated for that activity. 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Eli Thursday

29 weeks

Eli has become a crawling machine this week. It's amazing to see how quickly he can move, even with his brace on! I used to think his clubfoot would keep him from becoming mobile for a while, but that is clearly not the case. 

Thursday, September 11, 2014

"Where were you when the world stopped turning?"

On September 11, 2001 I was only ten years old. Too young to really understand what was happening beyond my mom's simplified explanation, but old enough to remember.

We were in California at the time of the attack, which is where my family loved to spend a couple of weeks in the fall camping on the beach. Halfway through our trip, which happened to be the morning of September 11th, we went to the local laundromat to wash the sand and sea out of our clothes. I remember my mom staring at the TV, listening to President Bush speak with her eyes wide with shock as she took in the news, and then seeing it cut to a replay of one of the planes hitting a tower. I thought it was a scene in a movie, not real life, until I saw my mom's face.

I didn't watch for long, though. I had more pressing matters to attend to, like pushing my little brother around in one of the laundry carts.

Rocking the overall shorts and Tevas. I was always a stylish one.
I love this picture. My brother and I were so innocently oblivious to the horrors that were happening at this moment. We weren't a part of the terror and grief that gripped the country, or know of all the many lives lost. All we knew was that this laundry cart made for lots of fun as we made laps around the washers and dryers, occasionally glancing up at the TV that everyone was huddled around in stunned silence. That childish innocence can be a real blessing sometimes. I'm thankful we couldn't understand.

The rest of my memories of that trip are pretty scattered. Lots of half-mast flags. Worried people in the campground. Driving through the night to get home. My mom actually drinking caffeine (unheard of!) to stay awake. Feeling disappointed that we didn't get to the Disneyland part of the trip. The 4-inch bold headline in the newspaper the next morning that read, "TERROR."

I sure am proud to be an American. It is amazing to think about how this country came together as one, despite our differences, after 9-11. Even as a 10-year-old I felt the surge of patriotism and pride, and I think my love of this nation was really sparked then. It has many faults, but oh, how I love this country. Every time I see an American flag, or sing the anthem, or remember the freedoms and privileges I enjoy, I feel so very grateful to call this land my home.

So, where were you when "the world stopped turning"?

Eli Thursday

28 weeks

Eli hasn't taken to solids very quickly, and is rather picky about which ones he will tolerate. Little stinker. Expecting him to turn it down after a taste, I let him suck on my peach and to my surprise he just about had a conniption when I took it back to eat it myself. The next time it got within hands reach he wrapped his chubby fingers around it and sucked/gnawed on it like there was no tomorrow. 

I think he might have liked it. 

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Eli Thursday

27 weeks

Eli has been in full-blown teething mode the past couple of days (and nights). This afternoon I took him to the park because being outside always cheers him up, and sure enough the grass, sunshine, and fresh air worked its magic on both of us. He loves crawling around on the blanket and running his fingers through the grass. 


Also, because I am a terrible mom so I took advantage of a fussy moment to get a good picture of his teeth. Number 1 came in the day we flew into Texas, and number 2 is juuuuust about to break through but is taking its own sweet, miserable time doing so. In the meantime, thank the heavens above for baby tylenol. Amen. 

He is going to look like the cutest little redneck baby when these teeth grow in, especially if his other middle bottom tooth doesn't show up for a while. I love it. :)

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


We spent Labor Day weekend in Texas. It was a quick trip, but we did a lot while we were there... and I'm still pooped. I'm so glad we went, though! Here are some of the things we did:

Eli met grandma and grandpa for the first time. They are serving a mission in Fort Worth and got to take a couple days off to spend with us.

3 generations of manly men. Haha ;)

Eli met 5 of his cousins, two uncles, and two aunts as well. (Dallin and I each have a sibling that lives in TX.)

We watched a gator eat some fish in this swamp. This thing gives me the willies!

Dallin helped pin some bugs for my brother's sons. They dry them out and put them in a shadowbox on the wall. Their collection is pretty impressive.

Eli went to a pool for the first time. He loved it!

Oh this boy. I think he is just the cutest.

Of course J has a bug in his hand.

We set off some fireworks. The pyro in me highly approved of this activity.

We ate tons of delicious food, and every BBQ joint we tried was better than the last. 

I'm also very happy to say that we survived the flights without too much suffering, despite the fact that Eli cut his first tooth sometime on the day we flew in and has been working on another one for the past few days. Thank goodness he is such a chill baby, because he was still a good little traveller for us! Hallelujah.

See it? On the bottom right. I bet he loves having his mouth stretched open like this. Sorry, son. ;)
And now it's time to unpack, do laundry, and clean my messy house. After getting spoiled this weekend, all that sounds particularly unappealing.