Insane Ramblings

I have an irrational fear of lightning and thunder. I blame it on watching the movie Poltergeist as a kid. You know the part where her dad (er mom, it's been a long time) tells her how far away the lightning is from them by counting the seconds between the flash and the thunder? And then as she sits in her bed curled up in a ball terrified, she counts and it gets closer and closer... and THEN the tree comes in through the window and grabs her. TERRIFIES me. I also attribute my fear to two wonderful Aunts that are irrational themselves. As a kid we would spend our summers in Mexico where my mom grew up, and there were fantastic lightning storms there. My aunts would huddle everyone in the center of the house and freak out if someone had a tin can or metal earrings near them. We had laughed at them then, but I've somehow turned into that person. Especially since having a kid.

So there was a huge thunderstorm here last night (as most of you know) that woke me up at three in the morning. I did my counting thing and quickly found out that it was close. Real close. I couldn't go back to sleep. I just coward in my bed... counting. Freaking out. Finally it woke Ryan up and he got up to close the window... I sheepishly asked if he knew of my irrational fear. In his drugged haze he said he did... and then he held my hand until I finally fell asleep. Oh, after I had to cover my eyes with a pillow so I couldn't see the flashing lightning through my closed eyes. Puh-thetic.

Trips

At the beginning of March I flew with Wilson down to Arizona to hang out with my family. It was then I vowed I would never take another trip without Ryan. Flying with a toddler is a whole new animal that almost broke me. Not that Wilson is a particularly hard child, just that he did not want to just sit on my lap and be still. I think the best part was when he decided sitting on the strangers lap next to us was a better option than his own mother. So he took his blanket, books and snacks, put them in the ladies lap and stuck his arms out to her. Nice.

But I digress.

We did a family trip to Arizona this last week that was sooooo much better. Having Ryan there makes all the difference. We stayed in a hotel for most of the trip. Ryan got to go golfing twice, Wilson got to play with his cousins, and I got to go to Neds Krazy Sub. It was everything I wanted.

This is little man enjoying the weather.

Wilson enjoys rolling around on the floor growling. It's fairly entertaining.

And Wilson wearing his fabulous new shirt from H&M. I can't believe it took this long for them to finally come to Utah. Downside: everyone in Utah will be wearing the same thing. All in all, he's a good kid, and I like him A LOT.

How Sad

Good Story:

So a couple of years ago  (or more) Ryan was cleaning out some of his stuff from his parents storage room. He found all his missionary journals and brought them back to the house. Being the nosey noser-son I am, I asked him if I could read them.... (for some reason I felt justified at the time. I swear a general conference talk said that husbands should share journals with wives...) He was adamant that I didn't read them, which made me even more curious, so he hid them.

Fast Forward to today. the past couple of days it's been hard for me fall asleep because I can't stop thinking about how dirty my house is. So this morning I concocted a plan to get started on de-grossing everything. One of those plans involved re-arranging our room because I couldn't take it anymore, and moving a dresser out of our room. So I enlisted Ryan to help me move everything around, but before he could he had to take the journals he had hid UNDER the dresser and find a new hiding spot.

How sad (and gross) is it that Ryan hid something under a dresser KNOWING that I would never move it to clean behind or underneath. I'm a failure as a housekeeper.

And just so you know, it was GROSS behind there. Dust City.

Ambrosia

We went to The Capital today because I hate just sitting around in my house all day. I didn't expect it to be as cold as it was. But I let Wilson run around on the paths and he had fun at least. I thought he was going to eat it a couple of times on the gravel because of how fast he was going downhill.... narrowly escaped that one.

Pure Joy

Hey! You Should probably know....

I'm pregnant. Yup, 19 weeks pregnant. Which means.... I just had the mother of all ultrasounds. And I know what I'm having. Do you want to know?

I bet.

Sorry Brit, we're having ourselves a little baby Millie*. I had a feeling it was a girl a month ago, but I didn't want to tell people that and then be wrong so I only told Ryan. He didn't take me seriously.

So I'm due the end of August. I will be miserably pregnant the whole summer. Which is why I'm keeping the short hair.

I'm super excited to go to Bijou Market tomorrow and pick some cute crap out for the thing. And Target has some adorable dresses right now. Freaking adorable.

*we're not 100% set on naming her Millie. I tend to change my mind a lot.

I'm Brave

I cut my hair. Really short. Like boy short. I absolutely love it, but Ryan... not so much. He's going to have to deal with it though because I'm for sure keeping it through the summer. I've gotten tons of compliments on it, but mostly from girls. Good thing I'm already married and Ryan can't divorce me over a haircut. Because that would make him shallow. 

Sooooo, here's a picture of it (sort of). I feel awkward taking pictures of myself so I had to add Wilson in too. he's not so good at the myspace self portrait taking....

Thanks Little Man

Wilson is increasingly all over the place. He used to just not be interested in certain rooms, but now he shows to prejudice. I was trying to finish my hair in my bathroom (yeah, my awesome faux hawk) and I noticed a string of toilet paper behind me. Wilson had made it from the guest bathroom to the kitchen. And because I'm super cheap... I rolled it back up to be used later.

OH!! And an update... I'm drinking Coke again. No judgment.