Nana's Birthday Party

Yummy cupcakes: I didn't want to buy a grass tip--so I just cut a hole in the end of a ziplock, zipped it up, and squeezed out little grass spikes.



Proof that I made the cupcakes from scratch: I didn't like the recipe as well as the German Chocolate Cake in the Joy of Cooking book, but they were similar, and I was out of sour cream anyway.
Daddy made Nana a bundt cake: we wanted to make sure we had enough. (We had PLENTY--it was a busy weekend for a lot of Nana's friends)

We also dyed some eggs at the party before the egg hunt.

Enoch went through a small identity crisis during the party. He dyed himself orange, took off his soiled clothes, and then tried to hide outside like one of the Easter eggs.

We had a lot of fun with all of our friends that were able to make it during the holiday weekend. I think the kids did too.

I Am Stinkin' Mad--and It's Making Me Dizzy

So far my pregnancy has been pretty awesome. I wasn't super morning sick--Robert knows how to ease some of the back pain (although my pelvis has pretty much split in two, and he can't put that back together). I've done better with my weight gain (although technically I should have gained about 3 pounds less--ppphhhht). And I've completely accepted the fact that I waddle, and sometimes I don't look pregnant--just fat. After the first two, I get it. I've even embraced the carpel tunnel (I got that with Enoch--and it's slowly coming back full force--seriously, worst pain ever [yes, it can be comparable to labor--it just doesn't last as long]).

So. . . I was feeling pretty well off. . . WAS. . . This morning one of my biggest pregnancy fears came true. My glucose test came back "slightly elevated" (4 points out of the good range) and they want me to come in for another one. Ugh. My family has diabetes, I have some of the "susceptible" signs, and obviously my optimal BMI and I aren't best friends--in fact, we stay as far away from each other as possible. I started getting extra dizzy a few days ago--I almost called Robert at school to let him know I might faint--so I kind of figured the glucose test might not go well. At least the baby's probably okay. I just want to be able to drink as much orange juice as I want without getting dizzy--and I'm already a fainter.

Okay, Complain, Complain, Complain. . . I was bound to get diabetes some day--might as well be now. I'm not even sure I have it yet. I shouldn't freak out right now. I'll freak out Monday--I'll probably know by then.

Can You Tell What We Spent Our Tax Return On?

Okay, not ALL of our tax return--most of that is going to more responsible things. . . like paying off the student loans. But Robert's and my birthdays are right around the corner. . . so we HAD to get something fun, right? Okay, not right. . . but I'm going to keep telling myself that :D.

a) food

b) a cute baby

c) fingernail polish

d) Canon XSi DSLR camera that took all of these pictures

e) Hint: it's "d"

I feel a little guilty. . . DSLR cameras run about 1K dollars (of course ours wasn't nearly that bad--I love ebay--we got a great deal [about 200 less than retail] and a lot of bonuses, like an extra battery and a 16 GB memory card!) I'm not used to spending money (*stop laughing, Robert), so it took us a long time to decide whether or not we should buy a new camera when Robert's broke last year (in fact, Robert told me I could get one for Christmas, but I didn't think we could afford it then). We thought a 60 dollar point and shoot would be enough. It wasn't. I HATE taking pictures with that thing. It works in a pinch--but it's not much fun. Taking pictures and digi scrapping is what I DO (one day I would LOVE to be a photographer--I still have a lot to learn, though--I'm no Suzi). . . it was miserable to be without Robert's camera. We missed so much. There are almost no pictures of the kids during the months we only had our point and shoot. I am so happy now. (It's kind of scary--I didn't realize how materialistic I was :D. . . j/k). Don't you love how it takes pictures? I've taken a picture of every meal I've made since we've got it. It's so much fun that I've been cooking prettier foods so that I have a new subject to take a picture of. . . I LOVE THIS CAMERA! I can't wait to learn more about it!!!

And now you know just how greedy I can be. . . okay, actually not. Robert keeps it in check a lot :D.

I am SooooooOooo Hungry

We used to have a rule that we wouldn't eat past 7:30--it was good for us. I would feel sick all night long when I broke it--kind of like when I drink soda. That rule is one of the first to go when I have a baby in my belly.

I've been busy tonight, and since Robert was gone, and Eenie had leftovers (Nana wasn't feeling up to eating anything more than bread and juice tonight), I forgot to make myself dinner. I need to start getting ready for bed, but all I can think about are the immitation oreo cookies way up high above the kitchen pantry cupboard. . .

Nana's Turning 3!

Wednesday is Nana's official Birthday--6:30 AM mountain time :DThis is the most recent (the others are from 3 months ago) picture I have of her actual face--she's kind of smiling. . .

Update

Back pain
Heidi = Williams Sonoma pizzas, cheesecake, native american foodstuffs. . .
Alterior Designs = way behind
Canon XSi 450D
Cute moss bunnies on a stick
Laptop
Incompatible hard drive
Straight A's! (Alice)
Sandi=funny
Hava and Brigg=amazing babysitters
Danielle=cool friend
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He looks a little like you, dad. . . okay, maybe it's just the glasses :D

Brisco County Jr.

Did anyone else out there LOVE this show? To be honest--I was too young to really understand innuendo when my family watched it (I would've been about 8). . . although I do remember some parts that weren't exactly high quality television. . . so I don't exactly recommend this show. But. . . it was my favorite growing up. I remember being at dinner and we all had sat down, and then I remembered the show was on, and all of us got out the tv trays and went down to the family room to watch it.

I think this show gave me my first real movie star crush, too. What? You don't think Bruce Campbell is a hottie? Okay--he looks a little different than I remember :D. But I do remember a pretty vivid dream where there were all these bad guys trying to get me and my family, and I locked myself in the bathroom, and Brisco came and saved me. . . (*sigh).

(I was eight--it's okay that I was pathetic).

Besides Brisco, though, I really LOVED the professor. He's hillarious. What is his name? I really can't remember. What other movies does he play in. . . It's going to bother me that I can't remember!

It's A. . .

Mystery. . . still. We went in for the second sonogram today--to check on the spine (and hopefully find out the gender). This time it looked a lot more like a girl--there was a brief glimps at what could have been genitals, but whether or not they were separated. . . well, it beats me, and it beats the technician too. She tried really hard to figure it out for us--and she wasn't training anyone this time. Robert still thinks it's a boy. I would like a girl. I'm going to say it's a girl. . . the technician said, "I'm leaning towards girl." And it kind of freaks me out a little to think that I'm growing boy parts inside of me--so. . . it's a girl. It can be whatever it is supposed to be when it comes out, but right now. . . GIRL.

Fantasy

I've noticed that a lot of my posts are pretty depressing lately. (Seriously, go to some of my first posts--I don't even sound like the same person!--Sad, really.) I'm not incredibly sure how to get my old self back right now, so I'm gonna fake it. . .

Sometimes when I had a hard day when I was a teen I would write out better scenarios for myself in my journal--and sometimes they would sorta come true (for example--I wrote one about marrying Robert). Here's hoping this one comes true. . .

*My goodness, it's taking me a long time to come up with one--ummmm, okay, here goes*

Nana is potty trained. Enoch is done teething. We're on our way to Utah to drop the kids off at Grandma's for a week. While we're gone, the bedroom carpets and kitchen floor are being replaced. . . we shouldn't smell too much glue by the time we get back.

After spending a day with the family and getting some quality family pictures (our first professional ones EVER [unless you count homecoming, and my sister-in-law that did a great job on our wedding day--but those are just of Robert and me], Robert and I head off to Disneyland (obviously I'm not pregnant--and I can definitely fit into my jeans again). We spend all day riding all the rides, park hopping, trying out a bunch of the fun places to eat, and holding hands in line. And in the Haunted mansion (I do NOT look up in the first room--that part is just too much for me) we get to sit close to eachother. The ride also gets stuck in front of the singing busts for a minute, and we get to see the whole thing (I love those guys). We get great pictures of us on the roller coaster and with Pluto and Mickey and Goofy (I have a great camera). It's just a lot of fun. We stay for the fireworks, and reluctantly go home.
At night we watch some of our favorite Disney movies that we can't with the kids (like Pirates, and Narnia). Our hotel is amazing. It's really high and the view of the park is utterly breathtaking. Robert surprizes me with two chocolate truffles (the same kind we had on our honeymoon), and a bouquet of white roses. Then I drift off to sleep in the clean white linens so I'll be rested for the next day.
We head over to Universal Studios--take the tour and go on all of the classic rides. We eat at Hard Rock Cafe (Robert's never been--I think). Another day we go to the beach. (Apparently, I've found a swimsuit by then.)
Then we fly off to NYC. We see a Broadway play. We go to the top of the Empire State Building. We go shopping in ridiculously expensive boutiques, and we even try on rings at Christie's and Tiffany's and maybe some other places (of course, they all cost more than 30$, so no diamond for me. . . yet). I finally get to see if Grimauldi's Pizza lives up to it's reputation, and take a tour of the Statue of Liberty. We fill the day with all sorts of fun things, and get to talk to eachother all day. We fly home--Grandma and Grandpa are coming for a visit--so they bring the kids in a few days (not that I would EVER actually ask them to do that! lol). We get some time to work on a few things at home (I finish my independent study classes!) And. . . we're refreshed and ready to take on anything. . . almost.

Okay, now that I've wasted Enoch's naptime daydreaming. . . I should probably get some work done.