TGIF

Thank Goodness I (have) Friends!

I have survived these last few days because I have friends. It is so true. I feel hugely blessed!
Reasons why my friends made the difference recently:

• My relatives are my friends. Sisters-in-law are lifesavers. Lori gave me an opportunity to help out, which I appreciate! I love to help out! Cristy let me borrow her truck, which helped me get rid of my coffee table and have more space in my living room. Also, by letting me borrow her truck, there happened to be a MoTab cd playing, which made all the difference in my mood--beautiful showtunes that calmed my nerves. The homebodies played with my baby, which always makes me happy to see him adored and spoiled (by someone else).



• My visiting-teachees are my friends. My friend called me to babysit for her--yay! I love to help out! She is great and her little girl is adorable. We went swimming in the backyard. We ate Mac-n-Cheese. We ate crackers and frosting. And she (the little girl) asked why my baby was "chewing" on me (nursing). That made me smile....and cover up better.
  
  
• My friends stick by me through the years (and the tears). My dear friend Jannica came by the other night to just be with me. She had just returned from a week of girls' camp, was tired and needed to unwind. But she came over, played with my baby, and joined me for dinner. I think she saved my life (or at least my sanity). Thank you for adult conversation and saying that my cooking is good. :)


My mother-in-law is my friend.

• She saved me this morning. I had an awful bout of food poisoning and she came by, brought me a drink, and took my baby off my hands. It's awful to be hunched over the toilet, unable to get up, and hear your baby screaming, knowing there is nothing you can do at the moment to help him. Thank you for saving me!
  
  
• My Honey is my best friend. He came home early from his campout this weekend and helped me out by giving me "alone time." I had been inside my little apartment for most of the week with a sick baby--I was going stir crazy! I was so sad to be left home by myself with a whimpering baby on a Friday night, but he came back quickly Saturday morning and gave me time to go off and do something by myself. I don't know what I'd do without my Honey. *sniff*

Thank Goodness I (have) Friends!

The Long and Short of it

This post is so long over due that it's embarrassing.

So I've been growing my hair out (with only minor trims) since 2004. I had always believed that my hair wouldn't grow long--it just stopped when it hit my shoulder blades. Granted, maybe that's because I would get impatient at how slow it grows and cut it. But nevertheless, a roommate of mine gushed at how beautiful it would be if I grew it long, so I tried. For 5 years.

And grow it did...

It grew and it grew and it grew. And finally, when I could only put it in a ponytail, or braid, or blow-dry it for 10 minutes, I decided it was time to go under the knife! (well, scissors anyway)

So I called my VERY talented friend--who is AMAZING by the way--and made the appointment before I changed my mind. She was great; gave me several opportunities to back out if I wanted, counted to three, and then SNIP, SNIP, SNIP! And the hardest part was done. After that was the fun part--the washing, the head massaging, the pampering, the staring in the mirror. Then there was a little disbelief, but no crying. Probably 14-15 inches cut off, and not one single tear! I'm such a big girl!

(this was the 2nd round of cut-off)

BEFORE:

AFTER :
(incidentally, this is not my favorite picture...)

Notice the difference in color. I thought I was losing my blonde and going dark!

It took me a couple of days to do it myself so that I liked taking a picture.

And now I'm really enjoying the length! I can still wear ponytails, and it doesn't take NEARLY as long to style it. And it doesn't get caught as much as it did before (i.e. stuck under Honey's arm when we sit together, stuck under the straps of my purse, and flying up to get stuck in the door of the car when I sit down in a rush...)

Truthfully, one of the biggest reasons I cut it was because the Boy was always pulling it! I thought that would change with it being short....NOPE! He still pulls it, but it isn't as hard to untangle his fingers now.

So, I'm happy. :)

Woo Hoo!

I needed a pair of shorts to wear hiking, and since I only have one pair currently, I was in a fix. What was I supposed do? I didn't want to cut a pair of my pants (since I only have two), so I thought maybe--just maybe--if I wished hard enough.....Honey's shorts would fit me.
I went to his drawer, pulled out a pair, looked them over, and sighed. I pulled them on and....

THEY FIT!

I was overjoyed! That's the first time since we have been married that a pair of Honey's non-workout pants have fit over my feminine hips!

That moment alone caused my day to be full of rejoicing.

Michael Buble - and I'm happy :)

This is a picture taken from a cell phone during the MICHAEL BUBLE CONCERT we went to last night! WOW! So much fun, so awesome, I loved it.
Thanks Homebodies for the Christmas Present! (and thanks Noelle, Becky & Chase for watching the Boy so we could go out without worrying!)
More details to come about this. Just wanted to rejoice for a moment ...!

Honey taking care of the Boy

Here are a few of the moments I've captured of Honey taking care of the Boy.

Honey is not pictured here because he was posing the boy to look like George Washington.... I heard Honey chuckling one day and found him taking pictures like this:

I asked Honey to entertain the Boy so I could make dinner...

Playing with the Boy



Relaxing before bed....



Yep, Honey is definitely a daddy! He works hard for us every day, and still spends time with his favorite Boy... We love you Honey!

Everyday Life

Mascara Commercial on tv:
TV: How do you get such explosive lashes?
Honey: Dynamite?

Filling out the Census Form:
Honey: I'm going to put myself as #1, because I'm filling this out. The Boy gets to be #2 because he's cute. You have to be last.

During a General Conference Talk:
Speaker: Once when I was having a particularly rough time...
Ruth: Why do you think she was having a hard time?
Honey: Because she burned the toast.

I ask Honey to take a picture of me. When I get the camera to check the picture, I see this:

Playing DVD MadGab:
Honey shouts out the answer: Bury the Hatchet! Ha! I win! I win!
When Honey leaves the room, I quickly use the remote to mark that Honey got the answer wrong. He returns to the room, still chanting that he won.
Honey: I buried the hatchet! What the...?! How did I lose? I'm not going to bury THIS hatchet!

Tooths

My boy is growing up too fast.
Two weeks ago, Honey found something pokey coming up out of the Boy's bottom gum. Last week I woke up to "Hey, I think there's another one!" And now the Boy has TWO teeth on the bottom that he loves to show off!

I didn't give him permission to reach milestones like that yet...