Jessie and Jon

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a...

2012-02-28T21:20:00.006-07:00

I was out on our balcony the other day enjoying the view and I noticed a little something. What is that?

I got a little closer. Is THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?!

A TARANTULA!

I'm about to lose it, but Conner is sleeping so I'm holding in my terror. Jon calmly comes out and says...

"Oh I noticed that when we moved in. It's a fake."

WHAT?!

"Yeah, they use them so scare away the bugs, like they use gargoyles on buildings to scare away the birds."

Seriously. It looks so real, I'm freaked to go out there anymore. I had a dream that night that it came to life and crawled in our window. It's like the childhood dream that your barbies came to life at night but....really horrible. Stupid bugs. They ruin everything....even a balcony with a view.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder...

2012-02-14T23:14:00.002-07:00

Celebrating Valentine's Day when your lover is miles away isn't as bad as it seems. Knowing we get to share many more Valentine's Days together is enough for me. Plus I got to spend the day with the next best thing...Conner. He gave me lots of hugs and kisses today, and I know if he could talk he would have asked me to be his Valentine. It's nice knowing that your son will prefer you over many other women on Valentine's Day...at least for the first few years.

A New Year

2012-01-16T15:31:00.003-07:00

Like most people I've made resolutions for the upcoming year.

Like most people they include the classics. ie: be more active, get organized, and write in my journal.

Like most people I'll probably end up 5 lbs heavier, with more than one junk drawer, and find that my last entry in my journal will still be the day after our honeymoon was over.

I'm not quite sure if other people feel pressured to make the same resolutions year after year like I do,so I decided to make some 'new and improved' resolutions.

2012 will be the year that I....

Make the most of busy season. Instead of feeling sorry for myself that my husband works insane hours and I'm alone....I'm going to have people over for dinner, get some 'simplified' scrap-booking done, and enjoy time with family.

Try new cooking tricks that intimidate me. On tap for this week is making creme fraiche (which is home-made sour cream) and use it in a new recipe.

Read a different book every month.

Run another 1/2 marathon with my mom.

And my most important resolution is to enjoy even the frustrating moments of being a mother, because in just a few years it won't matter that I still need to lose 10 lbs, that my linen closet looks like an episode of hoarders, or that my journal is still lacking in entries. Conner just wants my time...and I think I can easily give that.

9 Month Photo Shoot

2012-01-04T18:01:00.006-07:00

I think these pictures speak for themselves. Even with a bandage, he's....in my sister's words....delicious.

Surgery

2011-12-21T14:49:00.008-07:00

Our holiday season started off with a surgery yesterday. A few months ago I noticed a bump on the inside corner of Conner's eye. When we got home from New York we had it checked out and after a few Dr's visits, and a CAT Scan we were told that surgery was the next step. Thankfully it's fairly common in infants, and we got a great plastic surgeon at Primary's to do it. It was a long day with lots of waiting, but everything went well and we are home and hopefully be back to normal in no time.

Looking good in the hospital jammies

Waking up after surgery

These are the arm braces that keep Conner from rubbing his eyes. It'll take a little getting used to since he loves to suck his thumb.

Good thing babies are resilient. It breaks my heart that sleeping has to look like this now. Poor Guy. I think we'll be almost as good as new by Christmas.

9:17 am

2011-11-17T11:40:00.002-07:00

A Dinosaur and a Bath

2011-11-10T16:33:00.006-07:00

Since Halloween is one of my favorite holidays (for obvious reasons) I had to dress Conner up. My initial plan was to do something simple but after I saw this I just couldn't resist. Isn't he the cutest dinosaur you've ever seen?

And in other news, Conner has moved from the sink for bath time to the big tub. I thought he would be more hesitant, but once he got the hang of splashing, he was totally into it. I just couldn't resist documenting it. He's too cute.

Busy...

2011-11-06T21:27:00.011-07:00

I've found that when life gets hectic, blogging slips to the bottom of my to do list.

First things first...find a place to live: Check

Second things second...find a car: Working on it

Third things third...get a cable and Internet provider: Check

So here we are. A month after our last blog of the lovely Top of the Rock. We are back in Salt Lake, in a new apartment, (which I must say is so roomy compared to our place in New York)and adjusting to life here for the next little while.

After such a long hiatus I never know where to begin. Do I bypass the month that we missed? Do I go back and try to catch up? Alas, the last month has been filled with a lot of busy-ness but not much that is bloggable. Unless you want a play by play about our apartment search and the car salesmen that we've met with (pinkie ring and all). I'll spare you those boreish details and just give you a little bit of everything...but not today. I have no energy for that. Today you'll just get a little taste of DC. We took a little side tour before heading home from New York. We took the train to Washington DC and took in the sights. We even got a personalized tour of the capital (Thanks Kate).

World War II Memorial

Arlington National Cemetery

Capital Building

Lincoln Memorial

The White House

Korean War Memorial

We also made stops at the Air and Space Museum, The Holocaust Museum, The Museum of Natural History, The Vietnam Memorial, the Iwojima Memorial, and caught up with a few old friends. It was a jam packed few days. We are happy to be back and I promise more blogs to come!

Bird's Eye View

2011-10-04T12:22:00.005-06:00

Conner and I took in a view of the city in a whole new way. We both thought it was spectacular.

Pearly Whites

2011-09-26T13:05:00.005-06:00

Why buy teething rings when you have...

Your toes

Dad's knee

The remote

Your thumb

6 months old and Conner already has 4 teeth. Even though he bites me, I just can't get enough. It makes those smiles even better.

Central Park Zoo

2011-09-20T13:09:00.003-06:00

Lets Go Mets

2011-09-14T13:26:00.005-06:00

Last weekend we made it to a Mets game.

The first part of the game was very slow and boring, but by the last 2 innings the excitment came when they evened the score and had a few hits. To be honest, I enjoyed the atmosphere of the new stadium more than the game itself. I think Conner felt the same way.

It was a great way to get out of the city and enjoy a game.

Remembering 9-11

2011-09-11T19:48:00.003-06:00

I wasn't sure how I would feel today, being here during the 10th anniversary of September 11th. It's different being in the city where it all happened. It's different seeing exactly where the towers stood. It's different seeing an empty spot among all the buildings downtown where they once were. It's different to watch all the documentaries and knowing exactly where it all happened. It's also different because 10 years ago I wasn't here.

Of the many documentaries that I've watched over the last week, one statement a woman on the street made was how different it was seeing the destruction in person. I can't imagine how frightening it must have been for everyone who lives here. I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't fully understand what was going on when the towers were hit. I was still in High School and instead of being worried about world events, I was worried about seeing a certain boy in math class that day. It goes to show you where the minds of high school girls are....or at least where my mind was. After a few hours I noticed how worried the teachers and other adults at school were. Coming home I remember my mom sitting on the couch with tears on her cheeks. I knew then that it was bigger than I would probably ever understand.

This morning Jon and I watched the memorial service they had at the site. While the names of each victim were read aloud, Jon and I sat together and this time I had tears on my cheeks. Tears for those babies whose fathers never came home. At this point in my life that hit me the hardest.

The greatest part of today was going to church and being reminded that life
continues after death. Knowing that we can be together with our families forever. Nothing brings more peace to me. I hope this day can remind us to share that message of peace, hope, and the happiness of knowing that this is not the end.

Squash and Rolls

2011-09-10T20:06:00.004-06:00

I know the Grandparents don't think we are posting enough about Conner, so here is a little bit of fun to keep them happy.

Conner got his first taste of food this week.

He also decided that he loves to just keep rolling and rolling and rolling...but only on the bed. The second you put him on the floor he won't roll at all. It's so funny.

He had one last trick up his sleeve and decided that he loves to stand on the couch and look at himself in the mirror. Adorable.

Wall Street

2011-09-09T19:33:00.007-06:00

A few days ago we went downtown to visit the financial district. We passed by the Staten Island Ferry and checked out the Statue of Liberty.

Then we headed over to Federal Hall where George Washington took his oath as the first President.

Our next stop was Trinity Church.

I wanted to wait to check out the World Trade Center until after the memorial on Sunday. We'll post on that when we go later in the month.

Next was The New York Stock Exchange

We are headed to a Mets game tomorrow, we are really excited. I hope we catch a foul ball!

A Tour

2011-09-06T11:32:00.002-06:00

First I'll appologize for the lack of posts last week. Jon had the weekend off so we were out and about and I didn't get a chance, but I'll make it up to you this week. Lots of posts are coming. T

Today you get to enjoy a little tour of our place. We made a video that was much longer and had a little more detail, but alas, it was too long to upload to blogger, so we made a shorter version.

I hope everyone is enjoying the first few weeks of school and the U.S Open. We saw Rafa Nadal yesterday...our first famous person sighting. It was very exciting.

Hunker Down

2011-08-27T12:54:00.004-06:00

With Hurricane Irene headed our way tonight, everyone says that we need to 'Hunker Down' and ride out the storm. Should be interesting experiencing hurricane winds on the 17th floor.

Conner apparently isn't too worried about it.

On a more serious note, I think we are ready for it. Plenty of water and food. The city is apparently sold out of flashlights, so we'll have to use something else. Hopefully we don't have to evacuate, we'll keep you updated. We plan on hanging out in bed all weekend.

Farmer's Market

2011-08-26T13:51:00.007-06:00

Conner and I go to the Farmer's Market at least twice a week here. I know they have them in different places around the city on weekend's but the have one really close to us at Rockefeller Center. We've enjoyed lots of peaches and some really great breads as well. They have so many things to choose from and even have wine tasting there! It ends next week so we've been enjoying lots of peaches this week!

I think....I was mistaken for a New Yorker the other day. I was asked for the nearest grocery store and I knew it! And pointed them in the right direction! I'm totally fitting in here!

This weekend we were planning on going to Little Italy for our anniversary but we'll be hunkering down here to ride out Hurricane Irene. We're loaded up on diapers and wipes and water....now would have been a nice time to have food storage, bummer.

Park Hoppers

2011-08-21T18:16:00.020-06:00

This weekend we decided to check out some of the cities parks. Beware...if you don't like pictures, skip this post....there are lots of them coming your way.

Our first stop was

I find it so bizzare that people go to parks here to sunbathe. I would only do that in the privacy of my backyard...although I will say that during my teenage years I know one of my neighbors used to spy on me through the fence. Creep. Anyway...this park was full of them!

This art work is on display for the summer. It's a greek god and is supposed to be symbolic of peace and serenity in the midst of the city.

In case you can't read the sign, this tree was a gift to the city from President James Madison when they opened the park in 1836.

The park is right across the stree from this little beauty. The Flat Iron Building.

Next Stop

Hello George.

And a nice little shot of the Empire State Building.

I'd show you some of the shots of the park...but let's be honest, they all start to look the same, at least to you. We noticed a huge difference in the type of people who hang out at each park. It's so fun to people watch.

And our last park of the day was...

That fountain was full of adults and kids alike....frolicking.

We attempted to get a family picture...Conner got Jon right in the eye.

This guy was totally like the lady on Mary Poppins. Covered in pigeons. This picture looks like they are attacking him, but they were just sitting and enjoying the bread he was feeding them. 'Tuppence a bag' anyone?

And my favorite part of the day was listening to this guy

He was playing under this huge arch, and the acoustics were incredible. Sarah and Beth would have died. Jon and I agreed that we would go and listen to him for date night instead of going to the symphony.

And that was our day park hopping. I can't wait to see more of the city.

P.S Here's a little something to keep the grandparents happy. He loves New York.

Our day at the park

2011-08-19T11:27:00.009-06:00

The other day Conner and I took in a day at the park. He loves being outside, and of course, loves all the attention he gets anywhere we go.

We had a few ants visit our blanket. Conner was very focused on trying to pick them up.

I enjoyed people watching. Especially a weird guy who was doing some sort of yoga. He must have been in some sort of zen state because he was making a fool of himself in front of a lot of people. I was doing my best not to laugh out loud. He was very entertaining.I tried to take pictures of him, but he was too close and I was being obvious....and when people catch you trying to take their picture, it's embarassing.

Conner was pooped so we headed home. I'm sure this won't be the last of our days at the park.

Laundry Day

2011-08-16T10:50:00.003-06:00

As you can tell my first attempt at laundry here didn't go as well as I'd hoped. When you can only pay with a $10 bill, I didn't have enough cash to use the dryer. So Conner and I hung out with the drying laundry all day. The first try at anything is usually a bust, so at least I know how to get it better the second time!

These streets will make you feel brand new

2011-08-11T14:00:00.004-06:00

The view from our apartment

After months of anticipation we are finally here. The cross country plane ride with a baby turned out pretty well. We sat by a bunch of teenagers who at times were louder and more annoying than Conner. After a great taxi ride from our friend Manjit, who invited us over to his house in Queens for some Indian tea, we checked in and unloaded our life and settled in.

This morning consisted of our first grocery shopping trip, which I thought was very successful and I am happy that the store is so close. We met a nice man in the elevator who told us that he had a 3 week old baby and they like to order their diapers on Diapers.com . Apparently it is same day deliver here in the city. I think I'll be taking advantage of that. Also, they have grocery delivery as well, all of this online ordering will be new for me. I'm not a big online shopper, but apparently will become one.

Conner seems to be taking it all in. He gets 'ooh's' and 'aah's' on the street. He's a pretty big hit in the little baby carrier that we have.

We plan on hitting one of our favorite Cuban places on Saturday and strolling in the park this weekend....

Admit it, you're jealous.

18 Months have come and gone...

2011-07-13T16:05:00.002-06:00

In 5 days these two are coming home. To some the last year and a half has gone by quickly. Most comments I get from people are "They are coming home already?" or "That went by so fast!" Not so much for me...and I feel pretty safe saying it didn't go by quickly for either of my sisters.

Right now they are enjoying themselves by snorkeling in The Great Barrier Reef..lucky ducks!

When they say that not only are the missionaries blessed but the families of the missionaries as well...I can now say that I know that is true. Nothing miraculous, but when you look back at the last 18 months, there is no denying it.

I remember the day they left. I cried a lot. I'm pretty sure I'll cry just as much when I see them get off that place. We can't wait. Please let the next few days go by fast.

Stroller Suggestions

2011-07-06T10:08:00.002-06:00

What good is a blog if you can't ask questions to others? So here I am asking for your advice. I'm looking for a good lightweight stroller to take to New York. I've done some research but I think that the opinion of other mom's is better than any review I will read. Here are a few things that I'm looking for.

Lightweight and compact for easy travel and set up.

Storage

Large Canopy

5 point harness (Since Conner is still little and can't sit up yet)

Parent Tray (Not as important as the others since you can buy stroller accessories)

If there are other things that I need to look for let me know!

So give me your opinion please! Tell me what to buy or what not to buy!

Thanks!

Empire State of Mind

2011-06-24T15:29:00.002-06:00

And we're off!

Off to the Big Apple, NY, The City that never sleeps, The City so Nice, they Named it Twice.....New York!

Jon was accepted into a rotation for 8 weeks in New York. We leave in August and get back in October. We can't wait!

My Green Thumb

2011-06-07T13:42:00.009-06:00

Last summer I got all pumped about having a yard to plant flowers in. I was overly ambitious and went a little crazy. A few weeks later I was barfing on a regular basis because we were having Conner, and I became a hermit for the majority of the summer. Alas, the yard did not make it. Basically everything I planted died...it really was sad.

So this year I made a goal to go a little more simple and make sure to give the yard some love. Jon has done most of the clean up from the winter. With crazy weeds and the amount of flower beds my parents have, it has been quite the task for him. It's a good thing he likes yard work. As for me, I just make sure it looks pretty. And last week Beth volunteered to help me remove these hideous dead bushes.

I told her that I was going to brag on my blog about how hard it was and how we did it together, but who am I kidding...everyone is going to know it was all her. She's way stronger than I am.

I'm happy to take credit for the pretty things. I hope they stay alive this summer, my goal was to have a pretty decent yard for my mom when she gets home!

This tree is almost pretty enough to hide the barbed wire in the back.

P.S Parents....in case your forgot, your grandson gets cuter by the day.

To Mom and Dad in Adelaide: We're All Smiles

2011-05-20T11:45:00.005-06:00

Here's a few photos and some videos to keep you missing this little guy. He was staring at your picture the other day, I'm preparing him to meet you in just a few months!!

Motherhood and Me

2011-05-11T16:50:00.002-06:00

On our way home from church on Sunday Jon asked me if I felt any different this Mother's Day....it being my first official Mother's Day, and I said no. Then I wondered why I didn't feel any different this Mother's Day, and I've been thinking about it ever since.

Up until now, Mother's Day was a day to celebrate my incredible Mother. And after 24 years it was also a day to celebrate my wonderful Mother-in-law. Two women who've shaped and will continue to influence my own mothering. To add myself to the list of people to be celebrated on that day felt...weird. I don't know, and haven't experienced enough mothering to be celebrated, right? Through my pondering this week, I decided I was wrong. I've only been a Mother for 2 months (2 months today to be exact!) and I haven't been through the terrible two's, potty training, puberty, teenagers, or dating, but you don't have to know it all to celebrate what you do know. This is what I know.

I know that I couldn't be the Mother that I am without the husband that I have. He inspires, encourages, supports, and loves me. And he happily comes home and takes Conner and tries to keep him happy during his fussy time.

I know that I never thought I would get so excited about a smile. Conner's little smile melts my heart, and was the best present I got for Mother's Day.

I know I love how aware Conner is that I am his Mother. At only 2 months old he's a momma's boy....I couldn't be more thrilled.

I know that there are days that I'm overwhelmed and feel a little crazed by the new job of mothering that I took on, but I'm surprised by how much I love it. Contrary to a few posts ago when I wasn't happy about being a new mom, I've gotten into a really good groove and feel more confident.

And I know that the reason I didn't feel any different this Mother's Day is because my whole life up to this point I've been molded and sculpted by life experiences to take on this new job. I've realized that what has happened is I've finally fit into the role I was meant to play, and because it feels so natural I never realized how much I've changed and grown. I didn't feel any different because I'm exactly what I've always wanted to be.

A Mother.

And I've never been so grateful for that realization...a present to myself this very first Mother's Day.

For the Grandparents

2011-04-19T12:03:00.002-06:00

Since my parents....and a lot of other family members come to think of it....live far away here are a few videos of Conner. Please excuse the baby talk voice. Conner has been doing some little smiles lately, this was me trying to get one out of him...not much success but it's still cute.
Conner was getting excited and I love when he gets his arms and legs moving.
This is a tummy time video. He wasn't up to showing off his skills, but I love his little grunts and I know my Mom will love it too.

Newborn...but bigger

2011-04-14T17:24:00.007-06:00

Conner and I went and had his newborn pictures taken earlier this week. Since the recovery took longer than I thought...his newborn pictures were taken when he was a month old. I have no idea how long babies are considered newborns, and my newborn is a lot bigger than most. During our photo session, there was another newborn getting her pictures taken and next to her, Conner looked like he was about 4 months old...I loved it. I also loved that he was awake for most of the pictures. He is precious when he is asleep, but his cute little personality comes through more when he is awake.

It took quite a bit of coercing to get Conner to put his bum in the air. After months of being cramped in my belly, he enjoys sprawling out.

A completely unplanned shot. This is our son, he's already a thinker.

The photographer had to be a little creative with Conner. This was the biggest hammock that they had. We had to have him hang his arms and legs outside...We got a good laugh.

We got a few shots together too. I just love this little guy.

Photo Shoot

2011-04-11T21:12:00.009-06:00

I'm pretty sure I love taking pictures with Conner. We've been practicing for his newborn photo shoot tomorrow. Enjoy.....more professional pictures to come!

Looking Up

2011-03-29T12:32:00.005-06:00

After a few weeks, I finally feel like I'm getting the hang of the mothering thing. I feel so much better than a few weeks ago....thank you for all the advice. You are all so sweet to offer your feelings and ideas. I'm glad I'm not alone in feeling the way I did.

Things are looking up every day and Conner is doing great. He's gaining lots of weight and helping me lose weight since he's getting so chubby. At our pediatrician's appointment last week he'd already gained almost a pound since birth. I laugh when I put clothes on him and they don't fit and he's only 3 weeks old.

A few photos to share.

Conner has a big mouth and I love when he yawns...it's so dramatic!

He loves to curl up when he sleeps...especially when he snuggles with Jon.

Much to my surprise, Conner really likes bath time. He's very content to sit and enjoy it.

He still cries, but I've become stronger and less frazzled when he does. Eating and sleeping has become easier and every day gets better and better. I'm starting to really like this mom thing.

My March Madness

2011-03-21T16:23:00.002-06:00

I have a newborn.

I have a newborn who cries....a lot.

For the first time today he is sleeping in his crib without me having to hold him, or rock him, or pat his back to get his burps out. It's frustrating.

I called my sister this morning as I tried to console my new little boy, and we talked. We didn't come to a conclusion of what might be wrong, we just talked about how different this whole experience is....it's much different than I expected. And even though, nothing changed, got better, and I didn't have an "Ah ha" moment, I felt better, and I wondered why I don't hear more women talk openly about how hard being a mother is.

As a woman who's only been a mother for a little over a week, I know I don't know half of the hardships, or difficulties that come with this job, but I swear all I hear is how much people love being a mom. Everything is perfect. The baby is perfect, things are perfect....and all I can think is,

"This is so much harder than I thought it would be."
"What am I doing wrong?"
"Why won't he stop crying."

I've been very diligent in watching my feelings. Even though I'm overwhelmed, I haven't had any hurtful feelings toward Conner, or myself, but I start to feel indifferent. Mealtimes are becoming something that I dread, and I cry right along with my son because I can't figure out what the problem is.

Something that I know (and I have a wonderful husband who's been so perfect for this situation, and reminds me all the time) is that I can do this. I can do hard things. I am a capable mother. When I pray, I know God listens and is helping me every hour of the day. So even though, I feel like everyone but me has perfect babies, and loves every moment, and never struggles....I know it's ok that I feel like this. And I know that when I take it a day at a time, things will slowly but surely get better.

Conner

2011-03-17T13:27:00.008-06:00

Hours before we had to checkout of the hospital, we decided on a name....finally. I know people (my mom) were getting a little annoyed that we didn't have a name a little quicker. We needed to feel like it fit him...and this one does.

Conner Jonathan Shaw

Things are going pretty well. I'm feeling better and better every day, although I know it will take a while before I'm completely able to do everything I want to. You really discover how much you use those muscles, and how much you can't do when they've been cut up and re-arranged!

We are definitely in love. He is a big snuggler, but is very spazy when he sleeps. It's pretty funny to watch. We had our first projectile vomit situation last night....Jon and I both weren't really prepared for that on his 5th day of life, but we did it and everything turned out. I find the key is to take it a day at a time. I don't focus on many things in the near future, just today, and I love it.

I'll do my best to keep up with the pictures and hopefully I'll get the hang of things a little better, and am able to actually put on makeup, because I look pretty awesome most of the time! I did shower today which is a step in the right direction! Wish us luck!

And a Baby Makes Three...

2011-03-13T21:26:00.008-06:00

(We are so happy to be starting this thing!!)
Baby Shaw is here!

(Bath Time)

I need to first apologize to my parents for making them wait for pictures. I thought I would have more time, but recovery is a bit harder than I anticipated.

Things started on Thursday night, I was induced around 1 A.M. Things were going pretty good during the morning and then we weren't making a lot of progress by mid afternoon. Around 6:00 his heart rate wasn't doing very well so we were taken to do a C-Section. Things went pretty quickly after that and he was finally here.

Still no name. We are working on it really hard I promise....I think it's me who is holding up the game, but it's such a big decision! I'm torn! As soon as we figure out what we (I) want, I'll let you know!

Baby Boy Shaw
Born : March 11, 2011
Time: 6:22 P.M
Weight: 9 lbs 15 oz
Length: 22 1/2 inches

We are all doing great. He is so cute and I promise I'll put up more pictures as soon as we get home.

Wish you were here Mom and Dad! We love you and miss you and Baby Shaw can't wait to meet you! Just a few more months!

When You're Overdue

2011-03-07T10:09:00.008-07:00

Being 3 days over your due date isn't fun. Most people can tell you are overdue...and in my case (I'm huge) I get pity looks everywhere I go, it's very annoying. I love and appreciate how concerned people are about me, but what I really want is to get this baby out of me. I sound really grouchy, but I'm not. I think I still have a pretty good attitude, I haven't yelled at anyone yet.

I've been weirdly obsessed with cleaning my house, checking and re-checking my hospital bag, and making sure my toes are cute...even though no one really cares, I want cute toes. Jon volunteered to give me a pedicure....by far one of my favorite things that he's done for me during the pregnancy. He was so intent on doing a good job, and I loved it.

We finished the nursery, and here are some pictures. I'm really happy with how it turned out. I'm sure more things will come once he's here, like pictures...but it's done for now. Enjoy...

I would say cross your fingers that something happens before Thursday, but I'm pretty sure it won't....I'm thinking Thursday or Friday is the day. We'll keep you all posted!

Waiting...

2011-03-01T10:50:00.005-07:00

At the beginning of February Jon was out of town and I put myself on bed rest because I was too nervous the baby was going to come while he was gone...and now here we are days before the due date and still no baby. Babies really have a mind of their own. My Dr. told me weeks ago that he didn't think I would make it to my due date, and now we are discussing other options in case I go past my due date.

Since I'm too huge to do much anymore, I've come up with a few projects to work on as I sit on the couch. I'm not much to take pictures of things that I make, but I'm 9months pregnant, so I can brag all I want.

This is a quilt I made for Jon. My very first attempt at sewing since High School and I have to say...I'm quite proud of how it turned out.

Apparently old school cloth diapers make the best burp cloths...you really need the thicker fabric to soak up all that spit up....so I did my best to make them cuter. My sister and I had a good time making them together. We really have no idea what we are doing when it comes to sewing machines. We needed our mom there to help us.

These are some receiving blankets that I made and then crocheted around the edges. I love crocheting. I'm pretty sure I was probably 9 or 10 when my mom first taught me how, and even though it may be old lady-ish...it's the best thing to do while you hang out on the couch watching episode after episode of Gilmore Girls.

I have two more things to finish up and then you get pictures of the nursery. Sorry to anyone who doesn't care, but we have too many family members who aren't here to celebrate with us so endure the nursery pictures.

Cross your fingers that we only have a few days left.

Our 2010

2011-01-10T16:51:00.005-07:00

2010 was a year of unexpected twists and turns at our house. In some ways it flew by so fast, and in other ways it felt like 12 long months.

Our year started off with a move into the house I grew up in, and a goodbye to these two. The 12 long months are mostly associated with them. I'm finally to the point where I feel time is going by faster. I smile knowing that in 6 short months they will be home.

We were able to enjoy a lot of time with Jon's family this year. His brother's family visited in July, we were able to go to Minnesota in August and have everyone there, and then we spent Thanksgiving in Houston. It's been great to spend time with everyone.

In July we were thrilled to find out we were expecting our first baby. I spent a lot of time by the toilet the next few months, but eventually started feeling better and am so grateful that the pregnancy has gone so well.

August was our big trip to Minnesota where we did a lot of boating, took in a baseball game, played rock band until we got blisters, and did some more boating. We loved it.

Our Thanksgiving was spent in Houston and Christmas was here with my family...minus a few people. It was different this year for me to celebrate the holidays without my parents. We took advantage of Skype and had a few phone calls and made it through. I hope next year we'll all be able to be together.

2011 will be a big year for us. We'll be welcoming our little guy in just a few months. We've been getting ready and are getting really excited. I'm afraid to turn into a mommy blogger, but I can already feel my maternal instincts kicking in. I am so excited to be a mom, but I'm also so excited that in a few months I get to see my own parents. It's going to be a wonderful reunion. I'm looking forward to 2011, I hope you are too!

Houston...I'm in love

2010-11-28T19:44:00.014-07:00

While those back home (Utah) enjoyed a blizzard (which I heard even stranded a few people), Jon and I enjoyed 80 degrees of loveliness for our Thanksgiving.

Alas, when you go here for Thanksgiving.

And you eat food like this

And you cheer on family members to beat this

And you get all of your Christmas shopping done here

And you get to spend every day with this handsome man

And your belly is getting bigger and bigger as the days go by.

You don't take pictures while on vacation.

Sorry Mom

Thank you Houston for letting me rest, relax, eat, shop, read, and wear short sleeves when it's almost December. You are my new favorite place to visit.

Juno and Paulie Bleeker

2010-11-02T17:33:00.011-06:00

I know many people don't enjoy Halloween as much as I do...I know some who even use the word 'hate' when thinking about the holiday (aka Sarah), but what can I say...the day holds a special place in my heart.

This year our friends Gavin and Mallory threw what I can only hope will become an annual event...the Halloween Shindig. I loved everything about it. Great costumes, incredible food, hilarious stories shared. Let's just say that someone at our table works for a psych ward. Think....human burrito and x-rays of people who in a drug induced stupid moment ate a pipe, a credit card, and some keys. You've got to love those crazies. I was laughing so hard my belly was shaking like a bowl full of jelly...which to be honest....is looking more and more like Santa these days.

White elephant gifts were shared. I won big. Used toilet seats are pretty much the best white elephant gift you could ever give.

And who would have thought that most original costume would go to Juno and Paulie Bleeker. Thanks baby for giving me a great excuse to be the world's most popular pregnant teen.

Also in the winners circle were these greats...

Woody and Jessie the cowgirl. And best host and hostess ever

The pirates. I loved these costumes.

Queen of hearts. I have to say...so impressive.

M&M's. Best idea. I loved it. I was craving peanut M&M's all night.

Charlie Brown and Sally. I especially enjoyed the leggins. Classic

Thanks Gav and Mallory. I thoroughly enjoyed my Halloween this year!

Dear Adelaide...

2010-10-23T22:02:00.007-06:00

You may have beaches, and my mom may brag that she can have a garden year round, but I know you don't have anything like this...

Australia or not....not even Adelaide can beat Utah mountains in the Fall.

The Twin Cities

2010-10-04T21:43:00.017-06:00

At the end of August Jon and I were able to visit his brother in the Twin Cities. His parents and his sister were able to come as well, and even though we missed Dr. Al, we had a really good time. I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't take nearly as many pictures as I should have, but like they say.....a baby changes everything. Even your picture taking abilities.

The Shaw's have become big boaters. Jon's brother made sure we had a great time and made sure everyone tried something new. Jon became quite the wake boarder

The kids took a couple of face plants on the tube..funny for us, not so funny for them.

Pre-face plant

Jenny gave us a good laugh trying to get up on the knee board, and even though I missed it...Derek gave everyone quite a show when he gave Jon a nice birthday present with a glance of him in red bikini bottoms....classic. I will not however be sharing any of those photos with you.

We were lucky enough to find tickets to a Twins game in the new Target stadium.

It was pretty much the VIP treatment. Waiters to bring you drinks, comfy padded seats, private bathrooms. That's how I think all sporting events should be. The Twins won in a pretty intense game and it made me more of a baseball fan than ever before.

We had a few late nights enjoying a little rock band. The kids even got into it.

All in all we loved our visit to Minnesota. I loved being with all the Shaw's. It's a shame we didn't document it better, but I know we'll be back and I've promised myself I'll do better in the photo department next time....I hope.

Another Lawn Mower

2010-10-03T20:57:00.003-06:00

Growing up I always wondered if my dad ever felt jipped because he never had a son. Instead of attending sporting events, he went to dance recitals. Instead of going to the father son outings, he took us on daddy daughter dates. Instead of having a son to sit and watch sports with him, we had special family home evenings where he would explain the complexities of football to us (favorite family night ever by the way). He even made our camping expeditions better by investing in a portable toilet that we could take on backbacking trips, and we were all too happy to carry that in our packs up the 5 mile trail.
During those years of drama, broken hearts, and the normal everyday thrills of raising girls...he never complained. I never heard him say he felt left out because he had all girls and no boys. He may have felt it, but never voiced it. I think as the years went by, he loved being the only man. I found it to be a blessing. Growing up I thought my dad was the perfect man. And to this day, I still think he's pretty close. I knew that he would always be the best example of what kind of qualities I wanted to find in someone.
My parents will often say that they were happy they were only given daughters because they have been blessed with great son-in-laws, which is true...but I knew Kevin was only waiting for the real pay day...grandsons. He says that he only wants them so they can come over and mow the lawn for him. I was happy to tell him this week that he had another lawn mower coming his way. Our little one is a boy and we couldn't be more excited, but I secretly think Kevin is the most excited of all.

The Lady and the Baby

2010-09-04T11:52:00.003-06:00

Many people know this lady as outspoken, sassy, independent Sheri. I don't know many people who don't love her. Our rocky relationship through the teenage years was mostly because we were too proud to admit that we were very much the same, strong willed, opinionated, but I'm not as bossy as she is....Sarah inherited that trait.

What many people don't know is what she went through to bring my sisters and I into the world. I'm not going to get too detailed about what exactly she went through. Slightly because she doesn't like pity, and mostly because it makes me cry and I do that enough as it is. It is a miracle that she is here today. I still have very real and vivid memories of how sick she was when she was expecting Beth. One particular day she was having a horrible allergic reaction to some medication and I was the only one home. She was so sick she told me that she thought she was dying and told me to run to the neighbors house. Fortunately they were able to help her. I still remember how scared her eyes looked.

Another day she was having a hard time so Sarah and I went to our room and sat at our plastic Barbie table set. I sat in the purple chair and Sarah sat in the pink chair. We both bowed our heads and closed our eyes like so many times before, but this time, all by ourselves, we sincerely prayed for our mother to get better. A humble prayer of a 6 and 9 year old, and my earliest memory of prayer. Even though she didn't get better that instant, He answered our prayer. She lived, and for that I'm very grateful.

Because it was always believed that this sickness was genetic, my sisters and I have been prepared to go through the same things to bring our own children into the world. Sarah was the first to test the waters. As it turns out, Sarah has near perfect pregnancies. She is basically the kind of pregnant woman that other woman hate because she has zero morning sickness and feels great the whole way through. She now has two children, and I'm grateful, as I know she is, that she didn't have to endure the curse.

I'm grateful to find that I'm on the happy end of the curse. Not as great as Sarah, but I don't have to endure to the horrific extent of what my mother did. I have my own challenge to endure. I have to do this without her, and that might break my heart even more than being horribly sick. But God spared her life so she could serve Him and I'm more than willing to endure her absence with a smile because she gets to come home to my family...plus one more.

A little wedding

2010-08-03T20:25:00.002-06:00

It was the first day of 8th grade and I had mixed choir. That's right kids, Mr Leyva the creep and all. So here I was sitting in the soprano section when this blond girl comes and sits by me. Her name is Annie and I remember that she had really straight teeth and I was jealous because I still had my braces on. 3 years is such a long time for a self -conscious teenager isn't it? And who would have thought that you'd stay friends with a girl you sat by in choir all the way through Junior High never mind High school and College, but here we are. The best of friends, and she just got married. I swear I was as excited about it as my own wedding day.

I insisted on helping with most aspects of the wedding, think J. Lo and the wedding planner...or Frank and Father of the Bride. Ann of course planned everything, I just executed it. It was busy, it was long, my feet were crying by 12:00, but it turned out wonderful and I loved making sure she didn't have to worry about a thing!

We were up bright and early for hair and makeup. Aren't we pretty at 4:00 am?

Here is the lucky man...Steve-O coming to pick her up! See you guys at the ceremony!

Introducing Mr and Mrs Steve-O!

The 3 of us. Friends seriously since forever.

The fun luncheon, I have to say the green beans were the best part for me, is that weird? I loved them!

The sign in table. Ann found this super cute old sewing machine table to use. I LOVED it. Isn't she thrifty!

The candy table.

And to be honest. The rest of the time I was too busy to take pictures of anything else, now I feel bad, but I had no time. Everything was so great. A fireworks send off and everything. The perfect day. Welcome to the wife club Ann, you'll love it.

Mutton Bustin

2010-07-17T21:35:00.009-06:00

Over the 4th we had Jon's brother's family in town from Minnesota. I loved having them here, and while I had to be a grown up and work the whole time they were here, I was able to go to the Rodeo with everyone. The rodeo is a bit of a tradition in my family...if you can call a doing it a few years in a row a tradition. Growing up we were never in the US to celebrate the 4th, but the past few years we've gone together. I was excited to be able to go with a different family this year, and the parents will have to enjoy the few pictures that I took.

This guy wasn't the best bronco rider, but he did get his arm stuck on the saddle (is that where they stap themselves to?) and that horse was bucking him all over the place. He was flopping around like a rag doll until the other guys in the arena could get him loose. I was amazed that he walked away. I feel bad saying this, but I love when the guys get hurt and they have to bring in the paramedics and everything. It's all so dramatic.

And what is the rodeo with out a little WT? Here for your viewing pleasure was the best mullet we could find in close proximity to us. Enjoy

We of course got a few treats for everyone to share and my nephew concocted a very interesting way to eat a few of them together. I love the way his mind works. We had some kettle corn popcorn and he got some blue cotton candy. He liked to wrap a kernal of that kettle corn in a bit of cotton candy and pop that right into his mouth.

This mouth....missing the two front teeth. He talked with a little lisp and everything. I loved it.

Of course Mutton Bustin is my favorite part of the rodeo. If you're not quite sure what that is let me explain. They have kids ranging from 3-7 years old and they have them ride sheep. They strap a helmet to their head and put them right on the back of a sheep and off they go. Whoever stays on the longest wins. I was too excited about the whole thing to take any pictures, but the kid who was sitting by us won and he was adorable. He got on that sheep and rode it like he was riding a camel. Sitting high on the neck and everything. The kids thought he was so cool and went over to congratulated him after he won the trophy that was bigger than he was.

We had a great time and I'm excited for next year when Tate (my nephew) said he would participate in Mutton Bustin! I'm buying front row seats next year.

Mr. Australia and my day in Provo.

2010-07-08T19:11:00.008-06:00

A few weeks ago we had a house guest. A nice, young, Australian boy… accent and all. I have to say I’ve very much enjoyed listening to him talk…and apparently a few others did as well. Steve has bewitched the Utahn’s. The girls at Best Buy were just giving him free stuff. Those accents can make a woman weak in the knees. Jon thought we should have really used that to our benefit and scored more free stuff, but I didn’t feel right about using Steve for his Australian charm.

Although Steve is going to see some big things while he is in the states…New York, Las Vegas, Boston, he was very excited to head down to Provo, UT. It was a very good thing that Jon attended BYU and knows the in’s and out’s of the town. I, however, don’t care much for Provo…or so I thought. Let’s be honest….I had a Provo prejudice. I’m not happy to admit it, but I did.

Our Provo adventure started with a trip to the Cougar Stadium. It was locked of course, so Jon suggested that Steve jump the fence and take a look around. So he did. He snuck in right here.

Take notice the sign

Then he spent a few minutes inside, took some pictures, smelled the grass, sat in a seat, soaked in the cougar stadium experience. Then hopped the fence again and we were on our way.

As we were finishing up some pictures of Steve straddling the cougar, we had a visitor. The BYU campus police.

How nice.

A tall, lanky officer stopped us and said,

“Hello folks, I just wanted to ask you how you got into the Stadium. We had our security cameras catch you.”

Steve frankly replied, “I jumped the fence.”

So the lanky officer asked some other questions and informed us that he was going to talk to his partner. A typical, I-ate-too-many-donuts-and-now-I’m-a-bit-chubby officer. I swear it was Horice and Jasper chatting over there.

A secret photo

After the discussion, Horice came over and, using his rent-a-cop authority, tried to threaten us.

“You seem like a very nice young man and I don’t want to ruin your vacation, so I’m going to issue you a warning today, but I want you to be aware of what could have happened today.”

Then he goes on and on about how he could have arrested Steve and because it was a weekend that the jail would have kept him over the weekend until the judge could see him, and how he would be put on the international flight risk list and they could possibly not make his international flights because of this misdemeanor.It was painful not to laugh at him throwing his campus police authority around.

As we were walking away from the office, Steve said, “I’m pretty sure that could be the highlight of my whole trip.” Steve’s spunky. He fit in well at our house.

The rest of the day consisted checking out the MTC, Provo Temple, and a J-Dawg. I’m pretty sure it was the first hot dog I’ve had in about 12 years. I was nervous, it was intimidating and also….(surprising?)delicious.

After the J-Dawg we attempted to hike the Y.

We made it this far. Do you still see the parking lot? Yep. I was proud. Good for us.

My Provo prejudice has changed. Well done Provonians. I thoroughly enjoyed your quaint town and hope to go back soon....and maybe get a real arrest this time.

Proud to be Canerican

2010-06-30T20:04:00.013-06:00

As many of you already know, from previous posts and the fact that I like to introduce my self as ½ Canadian and ½ American…(Canerican, if you will), that I really love Canada. It’s possible it bothers people that my sisters and I love Canada a little bit more than America, but don’t get your panties in a twist people. I love America too. Did you know that today is Canada Day? Even though I’ve never been to an amazing Canada Day celebration (fireworks are banned! WHAT?) I’m proud to celebrate and wear a big maple leaf on my shirt and shout ‘Eh’ to everyone I know…but I can’t because I’ll be at my best friends wedding all day and I don’t think she would like my red cape and maple leaf in the pictures. Too bad.

I thought I’d share with you reasons for my love of Canada and some pictures that will make you jealous and you’ll want to come on the next trip with Jon and I! A little tour of Canada if you will.

Sprout Lake

Cathedral Grove

Victoria

Cliff Jumping at Stamp Falls

Canadian Sunsets

And the best part?

When I got to share all of this with him.

Happy Canada Day Eh...

The World Cup

2010-06-09T15:29:00.006-06:00

The FIFA world cup is upon us my friends, and we are excited about it! The other day Jon asked some people at work if anyone was as excited as him for the World Cup...I think he said he got a couple of blank stares, maybe a non-enthusiastic...yeah.

It can't just be us can it? I've even thought about filling out a bracket...March Madness style.

My love for soccer started young. Around 5 or 6 years old I believe. My mom coached my very first soccer team, and every one after that until I played in High School. In fact, we started our team in 1st grade and most of us stayed on that team every year for about 10 years. A few left and joined competition teams, but the majority of us stayed together. I only remember a few things about the first years of soccer. One game a girl was playing goalie and instead of guarding the goal, she decided it would be fun to climb up the back of the net. All of the parents are yelling at her to stop the ball and she was just pretending to climb the vines of the jungle! (I'm only about 60% sure this wasn't me)

One particular Saturday morning, I think it was around 7th grade or so, we were playing, and we were winning. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but for a rec team we were pretty good...I dare say exceptional! So here we are totally beating this other team and their coach is furious. I remember this guy yelling so much, even his own players were embarrassed. You know, he was like that embarrassing parent that everyone tries not to stare at, but can't help it because they are making a fool of themselves they are yelling so much. Yeah. He was that guy. The girls on the other team were secretly whispering to us that he was so mad he was going to make them run miles and miles because we beat them. It was quiet a show, to be honest. After the game we shook the hands of the other players, but the coach decided that instead of shaking our hands, he was going to stand there and yell at my mom. He insulted my mom and the fact that she was a female coach and she somehow cheated her way into winning the game, he was going to go and tell somebody who was in charge to get our team kicked out of rec league soccer. So naturally all of us players stood behind her (with folded arms and snotty looks on our faces, rolling our eyes at everything he said. And you know how well 7th graders can roll their eyes) while his players snuck off with their parents to go home, too embarrassed to support him. Sheri took it like a champ. She just stood her ground and listened to him literally tear her apart and she calmly said something like, "All I'm doing Sir, is making sure these girls have fun. I think that is the most important part of the game." But of course she said it with a bit of sass because she's Sheri. I got my sass from her and I love it. You wouldn't think that you'd get that kind of drama in rec soccer, but you do.

I knew you would enjoy a few old school soccer photos. Enjoy Sheri's hair and my bangs. I rocked that side pony for a few years. We know hair style, that is for sure.

I'm hoping for an underdog win this year in the Wold Cup. I love when they have huge upsets and the whole world watches in wonder of the team that wasn't even supposed to be in the world cup take it all. But my favorite part is when a player is taking the ball down the field, a pass, another pass, (show me that fancy footwork boys) a fake and then.....

GGGGGOOOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!!

This one's for you two.

2010-05-27T14:58:00.007-06:00

When my parents first told us that they had decided to serve a mission, I have to admit I wasn't that surprised. I was surprised they had decided to do it so young, but they've been wanting to serve a mission ever since I can remember.

I'm not sure if you know my parents story or not, but they first met while my dad was serving an LDS mission in her small town. He and his companion used to eat at my grandparents house once a week. I once took a peek at his mission journal (sorry Dad!) and read about how he thought my mom was beautiful but he needed to focus on his mission. I loved reading that. I like knowing that that's what started it all.

Growing up my parents always talked about how that was the biggest goal for them. They wanted to retire and serve missions. Even though they started before retirement this go around, I have no doubt that this will not be the one and only mission. I know there are many more to come.

Having your parents basically the farthest away a person can get is a strange feeling. I went from talking to my parents a few times a week and seeing them a few times a week, to checking my email daily to see if I got an email, and getting excited when I see the random number starting with 0 on the caller ID. Our family has never had a missionary before and it makes me proud that my parents are the first ones.

In an email the other day my mom said that they've been so busy they haven't had the pangs of homesickness yet. That makes me happy. That means my prayers are being answered. I want them to dive into the work and enjoy every second they can get of it. I've had them for 25 years, I can give a few to the Lord. But as the people who are left behind, I feel the pangs of missing them almost daily. I miss my Dad's hugs. I miss my mom's foot rubs. Did you know she gives the best ones? As a dancer growing up they were awesome.

I still think about saying goodbye at the airport and how I had written them each a letter to tell them how much I loved them because I knew that I couldn't say it out loud without making a fool of myself blubbering in front of all those people. They had just walked away and were getting their tickets checked and I was crying and had forgotten about the letters. I suddenly remembered and ran to the pole holding the rope separating me from them. I yelled to my mom and she came over and grabbed them and I gave her one last hug and kiss as we both had tears in our eyes. I remember her excited eyes. I knew she would love it out there. And she does.

Celebrating Mother's day without your mother here was hard for me. I know Father's day will be equally as challenging for me, if not more. I'm a daddy's girl...my mom knows it. So as we are here in Utah, those two are fulfilling their biggest dream. I couldn't be more proud. I'm proud to be their daughter. Even if I'm the middle one and am often forgotten.

Kidding Mom.

20...it's pretty good.

2010-05-13T18:04:00.007-06:00

(Beth, when she was trying to be like me and go brunette)

20 years ago today I had one of the most tramatic experiences of my life. I was 6. Sarah was 9. For years it had just been us. I liked Sarah. Even though she would make me believe such stories as this...

Imagine us eating popsicles. It wasn't always popsicles but any type of treat really. Sarah is older...so naturally she eats her popsicle faster than me. (What? Don't older people eat faster than younger people?)...I thought so. So Sarah is half way done with her popsicle while I have only had a few licks. She says to me.

Sarah: Let's trade popsicles.
Me: Why?
Sarah: Because I'm older and bigger so I should have the bigger popsicle, and you are younger and littler (littler?...pretty sure that's only a word in young people launguage) so you should have the smaller popsicle.
Me: Ok.

I was gullible you guys.

So I really liked Sarah. I liked it just being the two of us. I knew my mom had some sort of weirdness (weirdness?) going on in her belly because it kept getting bigger and biggger and then it started to move and it freaked me out. So Alien like. Then one day my mom went to the hospital. We were later brought over by our lovely neighbor. When we got to the hospital my mom was in a bed and Sarah and I sat on a couch at the end of that bed. My dad...who can't handle any kind of bodily grossness (grossness? I'm not doing very well today) has to leave the room or he passes out. Embarassing . So here we are in the hospital room, minding our own business when all of a sudden Dr's come in and nurses and I'm confused as to what is happening here.

And. Then. It. Happens.

You know what I mean people. I'm in the room. Baby in belly, Baby not in belly anymore. And I witnessed it all.

I was horrified. I still can't believe my own mother would let me be in there for that. That stuff that all of you mommy bloggers talk about how wonderful and great it is....it's not so wonderful OR great for someone who is 6.

Let me tell you.

Sheri will still to this day stand firm in her belief that we wanted to be there.

Whatever. I never knew what I was signing up for.

Are you still reading? I promise this post has an end.

It's in sight.

So after the event, we had a new sister. One with HUGE blue eyes and blonde hair? What? Blonde hair? Are you sure we are sisters?

And about 12 years past. And I never really warmed up to the new sister. She was whiny and spoiled and was WAY cuter than I was.. I didn't like her for almost all of those years.

And then one day something changed. I still to this day can't put my finger on it. Sarah thinks it's because she got married. I think it was because all of a sudden we had something in common. Even though Beth was 6 years younger than me we were now the same size. We could share clothes, makeup, and she started to like boys...so now we had things to talk about. And it went from not being able to stand the sister....to loving her more than ever. We became best friends. So close that I could tell Sarah felt left out. There's just not enough of me to go around!

And now 20 years later, she's lucky enough to live with me and Jon. I think at first we all thought it would be weird, but I love it. I love that even though we've been sisters for this 20 years, I learn new things about her, and a few others that I just love.

Like the other day when she told me about the time she tried to buy Mike's Hard Lemonade and was confused as to why they were asking for her ID. Silly.

And how she is so daring she found a new love for long boarding, and she has promised me to never do it with out a helmet....cause I'm her mom while the real one is gone.

How she is one of the most beautiful people I've ever known and she has no idea.

She get's harassed by our family to marry a blind date with a boy who's name starts with B. It runs in the family.

How she's so tall and she owns it. What? 5'11' and still wears heels? What a girl.

And my very favorite in our 20 years so far.

My first year of college my parents had gone on a trip to Hawaii and Beth didn't want to stay home until I got home from school...my class ended at 10:00, so I took her with me. And the cute boy in my class who I had a crush on was hitting on my little sister. My teacher asked me to introduce her to the class so I got up and said...This is my sister Beth. And my teacher asked how old she was....

Wait for it...

14.

Oh the look on the boys face when he heard that number. Priceless.

Finding out your crush likes your 14 year old sister? Not so priceless for me...thanks Mastercard.

So to you Beth, on this day 20 years later. You're pretty much the coolest in the fam. And we all know it. Happy Birthday.

The Olympian

2010-05-05T09:04:00.003-06:00

So I have this thing for Olympians, it's a secret thing. I'm not even sure Jon knows about this. I've always wanted to have an Olympian friend, family member, neighbor, what have you. Any close relationship with any sort of Olympian would do, I'm really not that picky.I know Sarah has this secret desire even if she won't tell anyone. My Uncle was a professional soccer player for the Vancouver 86ers and played in the World Cup. He has his garage full of soccer jersey's that he traded with other players. Did you know they do that in the World Cup? It's so cool. That's my closest claim to fame...unless you count being the daughter of the great Kevin. If anyone is anyone in WeJo they totally know my dad. He was the coolest Fireman in the town...I just have to gloat for a second...

I love meeting people who recognize my maiden name, and say with wonderment in their eyes..."Are you related to Kevin?" Why yes, yes I am. I love being Kevin's daughter...especially when I was single and cute firemen knew who he was....

Ok I'm done.

After the uncle retired from soccer my sister and I moved on to Beth (the youngest of the sisters). She is tall. She passed me up when I was in 7th grade. She is beautiful, she is tan...she basically is the perfect person to be a beach volleyball player and Sarah and I totally wanted her to be an Olympian. After she decided she didn't want to be sucked in to the Olympian lifestyle (I guess it's a pretty rough life. Strict and what not....Beth is not that kind of person), I moved on to my darling cousin Amelia. She is basically Beth but younger. She's also the soccer playing uncles' daughter. She's a swimmer. When she was 8 or 9 she was making crazy swimming times at her meets...like a female Michael Phelps. I knew this was my shot. She too succumbed to the desire to let go of the Olympic lifestyle and decided to play soccer instead....maybe I still have a chance? Amelia? Do I?

A few weeks ago I met my own Olympian. Although, I didn't really know he was an Olympian. He's also a Dr and that's why I went to him... I was told he was the best orthopedic surgeon around. So I made an appointment based soley on his MD credentials. This is the conversation I had with Jon.

Me: I made an appointment with an Orthopedic Surgeon
Jon: Good, which one?
Me: Umm Heiden. You're mom recommended him.
Jon: Wait...Eric Heiden? As in the Eric Heiden? Eric Heiden the OLYMPIAN??
Me: Um...I don't know. His name is Eric Heidn. Is he really an Olympian?

...my secret desire to befriend him growing stronger...

Jon: He could possibly be the best speed skater ever...in all of Olympic history.

....me getting more excited by the second to see this guy...

The next day Jon sent me a link to Wikipedia with a pretty good explanation of who the guy really was. It was thrilling, exhilerating. I was this close! I hoped he had his gold medals in a case in his office! We could be friends! I couldn't wait....

Then he told me that I needed to stop wearing high heels, wear orthotics (like an old lady) and go to Physical Therapy.

What was that Dr?

No high heels?

I'm confused...do you mean... never?

Never...ever?

Dr. Heiden: "Of course I can't make you, but it would be in your best interest"

I've decided I don't like Olympians any more.

My life in the O.C

2010-04-20T21:42:00.004-06:00

No, no...not my life in Orange County, the other O.C. In the summer of 2005 I was a counselor at an LDS girls camp called Oakcrest or as we liked to call it, the O.C. I had lunch with some of my Oakcrest friends last week and it brought back a lot of memories. So the other day I got out my Oakcrest scrap book. Unlike some of my friends (Goosey) I unfortunately didn't take many pictures, but the ones I did take, I thought were pretty funny.

For those of you who aren't familiar with Oakcrest, I'll give you a little play by play. Oakcrest is located near Kamas, UT. It is a very remote place, where girls from around Salt Lake County who are in the summer of their 7th or 8th grade year they spend a week there with us....the counselors.

We really were the best of the best. At Oakcrest, other than Gramps (our priesthood leader) there were only girls. For 12 year olds this is awesome, for 20 something counselors this was....really hard. The Sysco man who came to deliver food to our camp once a week was so dreamy. I tried to tell Jon about how we would try to make our girls go to the kitchen when the Sysco man came just so we could stare...and Jon said that he probably wasn't that good looking, we were just desperate. I'm afraid he might be right, but I'll never forget the Sysco man.

Each week at Oakcrest we had a theme. They ranged from Super Hero week ( was totally in charge of that week, it was awesome) to Disney week. We had a party each Thursday where we could dress up. Here are a few of my best.

Disney Week ( I was a fairy Godmother)

(Super Hero Week. O.C was too stingy and wouldn't let me wear my cape with 'Sexy Flexy' written on it. I still think it's lame to this day. The girls would have thought it was awesome.)

(Christmas Week. I was Cindy Lou Hoo from Hoo-ville)

Unfortunately there wasn't a week dedicated to Canada. This was just for Canada Day (July 1st for all of you Americans) and I wanted to celebrate being a Canarican. I even taught my girls the national anthem and we sang it for everyone after dinner.

Believe it or not, my first week was my favorite. I, of course loved all my girls...even week 7 I think it was...two girls fist fighting...that week was the best, I forgot. They in turn...thought I was super cool....well at least they gave me an ego boost and made me think I was cool. We had some good times like rat babies falling from the roof, mother rat getting very angry that we took the baby rats away, Gramps coming with a gun to my cabin ready to shoot mother rat while my girls were hanging out on their bunks, peeing in latrines, building said latrines, digging trenches in so our girls wouldn't get soaked, starting fires in the pouring rain, burning myself making some chili, getting no sleep, and not showering on a regular basis because I was too dang tired.

And even though these stories may sound like no fun at all....it was the best summer of my life, where I made some of the greatest friends, and was given the opportunity to teach the gospel, which is the closest thing I got to a mission. I loved every stinky, sweaty, crying, exhasted, tired minute. And I'd do it again tomorrow...

But only if Jon could come with me. That or have him be the Sysco man I could stare at once a week, and maybe sneak a smooch.

Thank You Old Spice

2010-04-08T19:47:00.010-06:00

I know many of you are awaiting Jon's half of the introduction to us and our blog. To be honest, I was surprised when he said he wanted to do his own post. I assumed I would play the role of the blogger in the family, but apparently he would like to put in his two cents as well. He's charming and witty and I have no doubt that you will love the posts he is the author for, but alas...the man works hard. So wait you must my friend, but don't dismay. I have a little treat for you.

Jon and I have loved this commercial and would like to share it for your viewing pleasure. This is Isaiah Mustafa....I love that his real name matches how wonderful he is in this commercial. Apparently Oprah loves his commercials too. My first thought was how much I thought my parents would enjoy this. I'm not sure if you can watch things on youtube in the mission field, but I do know that you can give a simple click of the mouse on a family members blog and enjoy...share it with the office elders, I know they will like it.

Jon's favorite part: Look at your man, now back to me, now back to your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me.

Jessie's favorite part: What's in your hand? Back at me, I have it. It's an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love!

What's your favorite part?

This is Jessie...

2010-03-23T19:05:00.003-06:00

(In NYC eating a black and white cookie)

I feel a little silly introducing myself now that I've already blogged a few times, but I've had a few people ask about me and Jon, so I thought...why not share some fun facts about us. So here it goes...

Facts about Jessie...

My parents thought I was a boy until I came out and graced them with a wonderful surprise....they still named me Jessie, they just added the I.

I have an addiction to shoes...my husband is grateful that they are almost always very cheap shoes.

I'm very talented at 'take it yourself' pictures

I like myself a catchy tune. Right now I'm enjoying JT and Timbaland's "Carry Out." But don't watch the music video....is scandalous.

I'm 6 years older than my little sister but people look at us and think I'm the younger one...people tell me that one day I'll be grateful for that. I just don't know how to explain the fact that I'm embarrassed people still think I'm 18.

I've run 3 marathons.

I once hit and killed a great dane.....I think I might know what it feels like to hit a small deer...they are pretty much the same size.

I really miss my parents.

I once went an entire summer only showering once a week, and unless you were there you cannot judge me. I really value my sleep and the whole summer I chose to sleep instead of shower....and you would have too.

I think that's enough for one post, don't you? Just wait until you hear Jon's list...it involves infatuation for a special Disney character...

On Broadway

2010-03-08T17:14:00.001-07:00

Jon and I really like to date. We were told by the man who married us that it is critical to our marriage, and we take that counsel seriously. I mean honestly, when a man of God tells you to do something...you do it people.

My parents were wonderful examples of this. Most weekends of my childhood, my sisters and I were told to fend for ourselves for the evening. This meant we made Sarah's soup suprise, or Ramen Noodles for dinner and watched TGIF. Boy Meets world was a guilty pleasure for me....Oh Cory and Topanga (that is really how you spell it you guys...I googled it.) At other times we had some neighbor boys come over...I believe we kept this a secret from my parents for a few years...we did this because Sarah would hold hands with one of the boys behind the garbage can, while Beth and I yelled at each other. things like..."Stop looking at me like that!" And, "Stop breathing my air!" We really loved each other...

So Jon and I do our best to follow the counsel given to us. One of our favorite spots is this little theatre on Broadway. It's a lovely little place that shows mostly independent films. Jon has taught me to love good food and a good cinema experience.

This weekend we went and saw "Young Victoria." I didn't know much about Queen Victoria and her life. I thought the film was beautiful, well written, well acted, and suprising. In many books and movies I've seen portraying that time period people were married for many, many reasons. Money being the biggest, social status, lack of opportunity, or obligation, which I find very sad. The only hope I have that anyone ever really loved during that time is when I read Jane Austen. I just love Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. But unlike others in her situation....Victoria fell in love. Even though he was her cousin....don't judge people. When I was younger I thought my cousin Steven was it. I remember getting nervous going to Canada to visit.My face would turn red and I'd get all sweaty and everything. Yikes. Good thing I grew out of that. Anyway....I found it charming that Victoria and Prince Albert fell in love. They ruled together and apparently did quite a good job as partners.

You need that in a marriage....just as much as you need a good date.

2010 Winter Games

2010-02-23T14:42:00.012-07:00

They say that every 2 years the world comes together to compete in either the winter or the summer olympics. It's supposed to be a time of peace and unity for all of our friends here on earth. To be quite honest, I don't feel closer to my fellow humans when the Olympics come. I'm cursing the other countries who beat our fellow Americans! WHAT? They totally deserved the gold more!! Why do those Russians always take the gold in ice skating!!? What is going on with those Korean short track racers? I know they conspire against my friend Apolo and try to nudge him out of medal contention! I just know it!! See....this does not bring peace, this breeds the contention of competition my friends....and we Americans are fierce competetors.

Take Lindsay Vonn. She is serious about this skiing business. She does some serious damage to her shin and what does she do? She skis through the pain and takes gold. She's cool like that.

But at times I find myself cheering for atheletes not from my lovely country. Take Mr. Sven Kramer for example. He had some serious expectations to live up to. I mean, he basically had the whole country riding on his shoulders. And no one wants to upset those Dutchmen. They are die hard speed skaters. Did you see that clip about the huge race that goes miles and miles around Holland on their frozen rivers? Those people are almost as serious as Canadians and hockey.

Which brings me to my confession as an American. I love Canada. My mother...bless her heart is Canadian and I'm so proud to know that half of my blood belongs to those wonderful folks up north. And I'll tell you one thing I know for sure. We Canadians (yes I think of myself as Canadian as well as American) love us some hockey. If I wanted to bore you a little bit I'd tell you all about Hockey night in Canada. It's for real people. They love Hockey so much, I'm pretty sure Wayne Gretzky is idolized there. Didn't you guys see who lit the Olympic Torch? They love that man, and they love hockey. And as much as I love and adore America, I will always cheer for Canada in hockey. I feel the effect of hockey awaken my half canadian soul when I watch it....but only really good hockey (no offense Grizzlies, you just don't do it for me). And so, I will cheer those lovely Canadian boys on to victory...and hopefully a gold!!

Elder Dad and Sister Mom

2010-02-12T13:44:00.006-07:00

Look at those two. They look too young to be senior missionaries don't they? In the words of Elder Dad..."I need to be over 19 and Sister Mom needs to be over 21." I won't divluge their real ages, but they are young by senior missionary standards. Apparently in the MTC (Missionary Training Center for those of you not familiar with Mormon lingo) they were referred to as 'the kids.' Sister Mom loved that. They are serving in the mission office and are apparently working 10-11 hour days. It's a good thing they are young so they can handle that.

Life is weird without them here. In our family they are the first to ever leave. My sisters and I stayed within the state for school. (B we miss you. You live so far. Come visit me.) So having them leave was rough for our little family. We are close. But we are proud. And are looking forward to the future vacations we can take there and have them show us around..... hint hint. Start saving people.

If any of you know them and would like to follow their blog (it's private) leave your email address and we'll get you an invite. They would love to hear from you. Or you can email them at kevandsheri@yahoo.com if you aren't the blogger type. Which is cool, because I wasn't one for a long time too. I like the whole email thing. I will do my best to keep you informed about life in Adelaide. Things like my mom getting locked out of the apartment (or in the words of Sister Mom who has picked up on the Aussie lingo...Flat) while Elder Dad took a nap....or how Sister Mom is having a tough time pronouncing all the names of the missionaries, who are mostly islanders and have something like 25 letters in their last names. And if you don't care about my parents and only care about the goings on of Jon and I....then skip the posts labeled Elder Dad and Sister Mom...but you'll be sorry because sometimes I'm witty and it might be worth a good laugh.

Hello and Goodbye

2010-02-05T13:53:00.000-07:00

Here we are, becoming part of the blogging community. The soul purpose of this blog is for my parents (Kevin and Sheri) to be able to keep track of us. They have decided to serve a mission for the church in Adelaide Australia. We have no children and fairly boring lives so I'll do my best to make this interesting! So hello blogging world, goodbye parents. Enjoy!