Not to be a news breaker, but my brother Brady and his wife Jessica are at the hospital having a baby today! So excited for them... Also I have to publicly stand corrected-- score one for castor oil! We love you guys and can't wait to meet baby!
Update: Baby is out safely, and from what I hear everything is well. Also, she weighed seven pounds which was a shocker since she was expected to be fairly tiny. Good work, mom!
9.30.2007
9.28.2007
September 28th
Annnnndddd...it's snowing! Gotta love living an a mountainous desert 80 degrees in shorts yesterday, snowing today.
9.27.2007
23 Months
Dear Patrick,
Well, little man, I decided I better write a little about/to you now, since your actual birthday next month is going to get bowled over with traveling and Disneyland and other crazy life things. You'll probably love it--what kid doesn't dream of going to Disneyland for their 2nd birthday? How lucky are you!
The thing is, I keep being struck by what a person you are now. A real life, decision making, independent thinking person. Who is separate from me more than an appendage now. How did that happen? How did this last year pass in such a blur of long days and short months? How did you go from such a baby to such a boy in one short year? And more importantly, how is it that you've gained such mastery of English in the last month? How? Any foreign language missionary would envy the leaps and strides your talking has made this month.
I think it's so funny that you have so many things and people that are meaningful in your life now. It used to be just me, and dad was OK if I wasn't around. Now, you're love is shared around so much more; from Thomas the Tank Engine, Curt and Mal, Nemo and Toy Story, Nana and Gwandpa, Cwazy Wissa, Heidi's House, Gwanma Nay, Bwankie and Beepy, Nursery, and any baby you can get your hands on. You love so much and so many people and things. And now that you can say "I wub you" and give actual kisses and bear hugs without being asked, it's so much easier to share.
I also love your new fascination with letters and numbers. You seem to know that they're important enough to talk about a lot, even though you haven't quite made sense of them. I keep overhearing you in your crib saying things like, "C, O, X. 2, 8, 10!" The funniest is when you actually spell things, like this morning you kept spelling "B, O, Y!" over and over and I laughed so much that I woke up enough to come and get you. Don't worry little man, you have a lot of years left to master spelling, and getting all those letters and numbers in order. For now, I just have to thank PBS and those nice folks who make SuperWhy for introducing you to them, I guess.
You've been a champ the last couple of months while I've been more than a little off my groove. You've dealt with learning to walk a lot more than being carried, and patted my arm while I lay on the couch trying not to lose it in the afternoon. Yesterday, I had been napping with you and staggered in to get you when you started calling for "Mama!" When I came in the room, you peeked around the crib bars and said, "Good moooorning, mom!" to me, just like I would have said to you if I hadn't still been in my sleep induced coma. Hang in there with me--it could be a long nine months. I'll do my best if you will.
A few weeks ago, Daddy snuck into your room to check on you before we went to bed, since he wasn't home when you went to bed. He came back to our room, laughing to himself. I asked what was so funny, and he said that you were the only baby he'd ever seen who was allowed to sleep in a crib with more books than blankets. At his count, you had at least nine books in there, that I left with you after stories and prayers, to read until you fell asleep. You were asleep in top of a few and had one still clutched in your hands. I've never been prouder! I hope you always love your books, and want to sleep with them. Or at least with them in your room and house.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's so fun to get to know you as a person, as you change so quickly from a baby to a little boy. You keep surprising us every day, and we look at each other and say, "Did he really just say/do that? Really? When did he learn that?" I think what's so amazing is that you don't seem amazed by each little accomplishment. You act relieved that you're finally able to do something, or communicate something that you've been trying to and then you move on to your next agenda item. You are an intense little person.
I love you, little boy. I'm glad to be your mama and hope that your daddy and I are doing a good job. You're certainly doing a good job of turning us into parents, and that might be the harder of the two jobs. Thanks for filling such a bright, happy spot in our family.
Love,
Mom
Well, little man, I decided I better write a little about/to you now, since your actual birthday next month is going to get bowled over with traveling and Disneyland and other crazy life things. You'll probably love it--what kid doesn't dream of going to Disneyland for their 2nd birthday? How lucky are you!
The thing is, I keep being struck by what a person you are now. A real life, decision making, independent thinking person. Who is separate from me more than an appendage now. How did that happen? How did this last year pass in such a blur of long days and short months? How did you go from such a baby to such a boy in one short year? And more importantly, how is it that you've gained such mastery of English in the last month? How? Any foreign language missionary would envy the leaps and strides your talking has made this month.
I think it's so funny that you have so many things and people that are meaningful in your life now. It used to be just me, and dad was OK if I wasn't around. Now, you're love is shared around so much more; from Thomas the Tank Engine, Curt and Mal, Nemo and Toy Story, Nana and Gwandpa, Cwazy Wissa, Heidi's House, Gwanma Nay, Bwankie and Beepy, Nursery, and any baby you can get your hands on. You love so much and so many people and things. And now that you can say "I wub you" and give actual kisses and bear hugs without being asked, it's so much easier to share.
I also love your new fascination with letters and numbers. You seem to know that they're important enough to talk about a lot, even though you haven't quite made sense of them. I keep overhearing you in your crib saying things like, "C, O, X. 2, 8, 10!" The funniest is when you actually spell things, like this morning you kept spelling "B, O, Y!" over and over and I laughed so much that I woke up enough to come and get you. Don't worry little man, you have a lot of years left to master spelling, and getting all those letters and numbers in order. For now, I just have to thank PBS and those nice folks who make SuperWhy for introducing you to them, I guess.
You've been a champ the last couple of months while I've been more than a little off my groove. You've dealt with learning to walk a lot more than being carried, and patted my arm while I lay on the couch trying not to lose it in the afternoon. Yesterday, I had been napping with you and staggered in to get you when you started calling for "Mama!" When I came in the room, you peeked around the crib bars and said, "Good moooorning, mom!" to me, just like I would have said to you if I hadn't still been in my sleep induced coma. Hang in there with me--it could be a long nine months. I'll do my best if you will.
A few weeks ago, Daddy snuck into your room to check on you before we went to bed, since he wasn't home when you went to bed. He came back to our room, laughing to himself. I asked what was so funny, and he said that you were the only baby he'd ever seen who was allowed to sleep in a crib with more books than blankets. At his count, you had at least nine books in there, that I left with you after stories and prayers, to read until you fell asleep. You were asleep in top of a few and had one still clutched in your hands. I've never been prouder! I hope you always love your books, and want to sleep with them. Or at least with them in your room and house.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's so fun to get to know you as a person, as you change so quickly from a baby to a little boy. You keep surprising us every day, and we look at each other and say, "Did he really just say/do that? Really? When did he learn that?" I think what's so amazing is that you don't seem amazed by each little accomplishment. You act relieved that you're finally able to do something, or communicate something that you've been trying to and then you move on to your next agenda item. You are an intense little person.
I love you, little boy. I'm glad to be your mama and hope that your daddy and I are doing a good job. You're certainly doing a good job of turning us into parents, and that might be the harder of the two jobs. Thanks for filling such a bright, happy spot in our family.
Love,
Mom
9.25.2007
It's just the hormones, right?
Today I met my VT companion at her kid's school so we could make it to an appointment, after she was volunteering in the classroom that morning. I ended up getting there early, since I managed to find the school on the first try. So, I'm sitting there singing and chatting with Patrick to keep him happy in the carseat and watching kids on the playground, teachers taking classes to class, etc and suddenly I'm almost bawling cause I wanted so much to jump out there and be back in school with my big kids who use their words all the time and teachers who were my best friends and a classroom that felt like my home most of the time. I suddenly missed that world SO MUCH. And even though I know I'd cry like that every day if I had to leave the world I live in now and my little monkey every morning, for a minute I wished I could have both. Maybe this is my sign to keep looking into the job sharing? Or maybe it's just the hormones talking again.
9.24.2007
Bring On The United Order
I mean, maybe. You know, I'm sure that system had it's problems in early Mormondom, but the real one, the perfect kind? Yeah, I'm looking forward to that a little. One of the things that just bugs me is the unfairness of it all. Of life. I've especially noticed this in the real world, post BYU. There's just so much who owns a house or a better house, who has a higher salary, who has the most toys, who has the most student loan debt, who has the most tragic medical bills that they will never pay off, ever. Maybe that doesn't make sense. I guess it's the competition. The feeling that maybe we aren't getting ahead, whatever that looks like exactly. Or the equally persistent feeling that there are so many people who have so little compared to ourselves, and feeling useless to help. It just seems unfair, and I've always hated unfair. In my perfect world, as long as people were willing to work equally hard, they'd have the same paychecks, they'd have all the things they needed and a few of their wants, and then EVERYONE else would get that too. And if we could all have flawless skin and rock hard abs and good clothes too, that'd be nice. I just think it would free up so much of everyone's time worrying about crap that other people have and don't have--we could really think about so many more important things that way.
Here's a fun example. Sean was at an elementary school the other day that kind of straddle the tracks, and therefore has a pretty diverse financial student body. At lots of the schools he does lunchroom presentations, inviting the boys to come back that night with their parents and sign up for Cub Scouts. So he's there and kind of watching the lunchline as this class goes through. And then, this one kid gets to the register where they scan his lunch card, which apparently showed is account was in the red. So then they took his hot lunch entree plate out of his hands, and handed him a bagged cheese sandwich and a lecture about bringing in his lunch money cause the next day they wouldn't give him anything to eat. Yeah. Sean tried to step over there and offer to pay for his lunch but it was too late and the kid had taken off, probably to cry in the bathroom over the humiliation of it all. And you know, I don't know, he might just be a flaky kid who has a check for 50 bucks in his backpack down in the classroom, but he's probably not. He's probably the kid who hasn't had a hot balanced meal today and of all the kids in that lunch room, the one who needs this meal the most. And really, no matter what his parents financial story is, none of it is this kid's fault. It just made me sad to think about this kid, and his classmates getting schooled so early on in competition, jealousy and the world we live in of haves and have nots. Probably doesn't help that I'm uber-emotional due to my pregnant state, but that just kills me a little inside.
Of course, on the flip side, the one thing that helps me to cope with my own feelings of unfairnesses is that scripture that I'm too lazy to look up right now, but it's where Alma talks about wishing that he were an angel so that he could declare the gospel more efficiently. And then he says he knows that he is but a man and must learn to be "content with that which the Lord has allotted him." I love that phrase and I love the idea of learning to be content with my own allottment. Because deep down I know that I am truly blessed and it's most often a matter of forgetting everyone else's allotment and worrying about becoming content with my own personal allotment of both wonderful blessings and some hard trials as well. And then learning to do what I can to help people with less allotted to them than me. Like kids with cheese sandwiches for lunch.
Here's a fun example. Sean was at an elementary school the other day that kind of straddle the tracks, and therefore has a pretty diverse financial student body. At lots of the schools he does lunchroom presentations, inviting the boys to come back that night with their parents and sign up for Cub Scouts. So he's there and kind of watching the lunchline as this class goes through. And then, this one kid gets to the register where they scan his lunch card, which apparently showed is account was in the red. So then they took his hot lunch entree plate out of his hands, and handed him a bagged cheese sandwich and a lecture about bringing in his lunch money cause the next day they wouldn't give him anything to eat. Yeah. Sean tried to step over there and offer to pay for his lunch but it was too late and the kid had taken off, probably to cry in the bathroom over the humiliation of it all. And you know, I don't know, he might just be a flaky kid who has a check for 50 bucks in his backpack down in the classroom, but he's probably not. He's probably the kid who hasn't had a hot balanced meal today and of all the kids in that lunch room, the one who needs this meal the most. And really, no matter what his parents financial story is, none of it is this kid's fault. It just made me sad to think about this kid, and his classmates getting schooled so early on in competition, jealousy and the world we live in of haves and have nots. Probably doesn't help that I'm uber-emotional due to my pregnant state, but that just kills me a little inside.
Of course, on the flip side, the one thing that helps me to cope with my own feelings of unfairnesses is that scripture that I'm too lazy to look up right now, but it's where Alma talks about wishing that he were an angel so that he could declare the gospel more efficiently. And then he says he knows that he is but a man and must learn to be "content with that which the Lord has allotted him." I love that phrase and I love the idea of learning to be content with my own allottment. Because deep down I know that I am truly blessed and it's most often a matter of forgetting everyone else's allotment and worrying about becoming content with my own personal allotment of both wonderful blessings and some hard trials as well. And then learning to do what I can to help people with less allotted to them than me. Like kids with cheese sandwiches for lunch.
9.20.2007
9.18.2007
Random Catch Up Day
Pregnancy has definately taken it's toll on my blogging umph. Also my laundry umph, my bill-paying umph, and pretty much all my other kinds of umph. Sorry. I've decided I'm definately sicker this time around--more barfing days and almost barfing days. Also the insomnia, which is freakish considering how very, very tired I feel. I'm already counting the days until the second trimester. I remember waking up one morning about 13 weeks along and feeling the will to live return--here's hoping for a repeat of that.
Anyway, in happier news, we had a great visit with Jenny and family. The kids played well together with a minimum of squabbling, we managed to sleep seven people in a two bedroom apartment, and generally had a nice time catching up. There was this unfortunate bit, which I managed to miss entirely. Note to the rest of my friends: if while staying at my house it becomes necessary to take your child to the ER, please wake me up and tell me. I'll feel far less guilty in the morning. I still love ya though, Jen, and am grateful for the good night's sleep.
Since they left we've been doing the errands, cleaning up, and other mundane stuff. Patrick has made it his new goal to live on an entirely liquid diet this week, consisting of "wawers," "juice bonxes," and "chawk-lit miwk." He's doing well so far and has not permitted any solid food to pass his lips in nearly 36 hours. Note to self--no more chocolate syrup for the milk and no more juice box flats from Costco.
Anyway, life is just ticking along: online tutoring, and storytimes, and book clubs, and YW activities, and scrapbooking, and cooking clubs, and TV show premeires and all the other stuff we do to be busy productive people. We're enjoying the cooler weather and looking forward to more to come. Fall was wonderful here last year. It went on and one forever, was just gorgeous and so comfortable temperature-wise. Again, here's hoping for a repeat!
Anyway, in happier news, we had a great visit with Jenny and family. The kids played well together with a minimum of squabbling, we managed to sleep seven people in a two bedroom apartment, and generally had a nice time catching up. There was this unfortunate bit, which I managed to miss entirely. Note to the rest of my friends: if while staying at my house it becomes necessary to take your child to the ER, please wake me up and tell me. I'll feel far less guilty in the morning. I still love ya though, Jen, and am grateful for the good night's sleep.
Since they left we've been doing the errands, cleaning up, and other mundane stuff. Patrick has made it his new goal to live on an entirely liquid diet this week, consisting of "wawers," "juice bonxes," and "chawk-lit miwk." He's doing well so far and has not permitted any solid food to pass his lips in nearly 36 hours. Note to self--no more chocolate syrup for the milk and no more juice box flats from Costco.
Anyway, life is just ticking along: online tutoring, and storytimes, and book clubs, and YW activities, and scrapbooking, and cooking clubs, and TV show premeires and all the other stuff we do to be busy productive people. We're enjoying the cooler weather and looking forward to more to come. Fall was wonderful here last year. It went on and one forever, was just gorgeous and so comfortable temperature-wise. Again, here's hoping for a repeat!
9.14.2007
Patrick-isms
* Me want bop-bop! (High School Musical)
* Hey, where my beepy (binky) go? Hey!
* Memo (Nemo)...no, Momas(Thomsas)! No, Memo! No... Momas!
* No! Mine-out (time-out)! No ski-ming (screaming)!
* Want juice, want juice, want juice! Peeze!
* Wanna watch Pag-rig! (His own videos on the computer
* Wanna watch Memily! (Or Hallie, or whoever is online)
* I wub you, mamadada. Night.
* Hey, where my beepy (binky) go? Hey!
* Memo (Nemo)...no, Momas(Thomsas)! No, Memo! No... Momas!
* No! Mine-out (time-out)! No ski-ming (screaming)!
* Want juice, want juice, want juice! Peeze!
* Wanna watch Pag-rig! (His own videos on the computer
* Wanna watch Memily! (Or Hallie, or whoever is online)
* I wub you, mamadada. Night.
9.11.2007
I love nice people
I've decided nice people are the biggest perk of belonging to the church. Lately, we're been the recipients of a lot of niceness and I'm feeling pretty grateful. Just last weekend, a guy from the ward helped Sean changed the fuel filter and tinker with a few things that were wrong with our Daewoo. He also hooked him up with a good place to get the muffler on the Honda fixed. Why is it that car issues seem to come in waves, anyway? Then this morning, a member of our bishopric, who is also a great opthalmologist did a new eye exam and hooked me up with new contacts as part of a deal where I cut his seven kids' hair and we keep track of who owes who, mostly until I've paid off my debt to him. On account of haircutting is cheaper than eyecare. But still, a free comprehensive exam? That's worth something, especially since we don't have vision insurance. Now if a nice dentist would move into the ward and want to swap services, we'd be made in the shade!
In other news, you'll all be pleased to learn that after just 48 short hours, Sean managed to get Patrick to take off his new monkey pajamas this morning. We ended up staying home from church Sunday since Patrick had a major cough and a fever, and he found this new sleeper in his room. Read: sleeper. Hot. For winter. And he wanted to put it on Right Now. So I did, mostly to make his be quiet. And then he wore it all day, all night and all day yesterday. I did force him into clothes long enough to go buy groceries, which resulted in a fit the likes of which I have never seen. Then he made me put it back on for the afternoon and slept in it again. Ewww. But, miracle of miracles, when I came home from the eye doctor this morning, he was bathed and clean and in real life clothes again. The monkey jammies have been hidden away, where hopefully they will be forgotten for a few months and can be retrieved when the actual need for them arises. Toddlerhood is awesome, people. Somebody wake me on the kid's 3rd birthday, OK?
In other news, you'll all be pleased to learn that after just 48 short hours, Sean managed to get Patrick to take off his new monkey pajamas this morning. We ended up staying home from church Sunday since Patrick had a major cough and a fever, and he found this new sleeper in his room. Read: sleeper. Hot. For winter. And he wanted to put it on Right Now. So I did, mostly to make his be quiet. And then he wore it all day, all night and all day yesterday. I did force him into clothes long enough to go buy groceries, which resulted in a fit the likes of which I have never seen. Then he made me put it back on for the afternoon and slept in it again. Ewww. But, miracle of miracles, when I came home from the eye doctor this morning, he was bathed and clean and in real life clothes again. The monkey jammies have been hidden away, where hopefully they will be forgotten for a few months and can be retrieved when the actual need for them arises. Toddlerhood is awesome, people. Somebody wake me on the kid's 3rd birthday, OK?
9.09.2007
9.06.2007
Jellybean
I had a first prenatal appointment today, confirming that I am indeed pregnant and have a little bitty jellybean baby in there. I really like my doctor here and, especially after today feel confident that he'll be the right healthcare person to help bring this baby into the world. I think we're mostly set on a planned c-section at this point. I've gone round and round about this since Patrick was born and both Sean and the doctor agree that in my case the risk factors are lower in just planning a surgical delivery. I do love the idea that it will be planned out, I'll have someone to watch Patrick, I'll walk into the delivery room, and within an hour have a baby out of me. Also, this doctor has promised that most of the icky things that happened last time, i.e. hallucinations and not seeing the baby in the OR, will not happen again. He also promised to do everything in his power to prevent the breastfeeding trauma this time around.
Anyway, since it's still early in the pregnancy, too early to hear a heartbeat with a doppler, he did an internal ultrasound to confirm and date the pregnancy. The little jellybean is in there, with a little teeny-tiny heartbeat. Really tiny, though, so much that the doctor wants to date the pregnancy at six weeks instead of seven, until the 20 week ultrasound. So that moves the official due date to May 1st. Whatever, I'll just have to push for the two full weeks early c-section, I guess. :)
The other thing I found interesting was that he spent a lot of time talking with me about the emotional side of a second pregnancy and how many women beat themselves up because they're not as emotionally into the pregnancy this time around, on account of being wrapped up in the child they're already dealing with. And about how most women spend a lot of the secone pregnancy wondering how in the world they'll take equal care of both kids, let alone love them equally. All good and valid points. I've already noticed how different this time around feels emotionally--I'm happy but I know better, since I have been down this road before. Lots of you have two--what do you think?
Anyway, since it's still early in the pregnancy, too early to hear a heartbeat with a doppler, he did an internal ultrasound to confirm and date the pregnancy. The little jellybean is in there, with a little teeny-tiny heartbeat. Really tiny, though, so much that the doctor wants to date the pregnancy at six weeks instead of seven, until the 20 week ultrasound. So that moves the official due date to May 1st. Whatever, I'll just have to push for the two full weeks early c-section, I guess. :)
The other thing I found interesting was that he spent a lot of time talking with me about the emotional side of a second pregnancy and how many women beat themselves up because they're not as emotionally into the pregnancy this time around, on account of being wrapped up in the child they're already dealing with. And about how most women spend a lot of the secone pregnancy wondering how in the world they'll take equal care of both kids, let alone love them equally. All good and valid points. I've already noticed how different this time around feels emotionally--I'm happy but I know better, since I have been down this road before. Lots of you have two--what do you think?
9.03.2007
Time to say goodbye to summer...
Forget school schedules, lunar cycles, and solstices--for me summer lasts from Memorial Day to Labor Day. In my head, that's just how it is. So today, I insisted that we be outside, finishing off our summer with a bang. Sean hadn't been down to Tahoe to hang on the beach at Sand Harbor with us, so that's what we did. We spent about four hours down at the lake, digging in the sand, swimming with the boy, eating lunch, and snorkeling a little. Sean found out that it is indeed a really, really cold lake. I found out the pregnant people have to eat on schedule. And Patrick found out about caterpillars.
I was so excited to find this little guy creeping along the road as we headed back to the car at the end of our day. I've been meaning to find a caterpillar for him to hold all summer. Somehow, it's one of those things that mean summer, like blowing the dandelion seeds all over the lawn, and planting the pits from all your fruit trying to grow trees.
Having a caterpillar crawl all over your hand is right up there. It made me unreasonably happy to watch Patrick squirm a little and then break out in that famous eye scrunching grin of delight and baby joy. Totally made my last day of summer.
I was so excited to find this little guy creeping along the road as we headed back to the car at the end of our day. I've been meaning to find a caterpillar for him to hold all summer. Somehow, it's one of those things that mean summer, like blowing the dandelion seeds all over the lawn, and planting the pits from all your fruit trying to grow trees.
Having a caterpillar crawl all over your hand is right up there. It made me unreasonably happy to watch Patrick squirm a little and then break out in that famous eye scrunching grin of delight and baby joy. Totally made my last day of summer.
9.01.2007
Patrick fell out of a cart and we ate lots of ribs.
Yep, that pretty much sums up Friday's events. Patrick took an over the top gainer onto the top of his head out a a Target cart. We've been having the toddler battle of the wills over the cart for some time now, he was sitting in the basket part, I turned my back, he stood up and reached for me, and I turned around in time to see him fall. Eight Target employees responded, bringing ice packs and liability release forms, and then the manager gave him the Gordon train to add to his ever expanding collection while I filled out the forms. So the way I see it, the kid learned two valuable lessons: 1) falling out of carts earns you free toys and 2) feel free to use your keys to open toys that you want right there in the store. Anyway, his head's fine, we woke him up a few times in the night, as per to doc's instructions and he seems A-OK. Took a few years off my life though.
All of this drama made Sean and I a little late for the Rib Cook Off festivities. Sparks hosts a huge rib cook off--huge as in featured on the Food Network and stuff. Sean knows the guy who started the thing 20 years ago and he hooked us up with VIP tickets to the tasters tent. Basically free $80 apiece seats to a huge rib buffet with live music. Also lots and lots of free booze, if you're into that. Sean did his best to try all 24 varieties of ribs with their corresponding sauces but came up a little short. I ate more than I have in weeks and then spent the rest of the evening trying to keep it all down. Turns out I'm already having that short ribcage in pregnancy issue. Either that or I just should never eat that many ribs. At the end of the evening, Sean's rib guy hooked us up with three freshly cooked racks of ribs to take home to the nice couple who had watched Patrick for us. We figure all babysitters want to get paid in ribs, right?
Today has been more boring, at least here on the home front. Sean was lucky enough to get on a plane early this morning with his boss to head out to the BYU v Arizona game, which I have just learned that we were the victors in. He was very, very excited--like 5 year old at Christmas excited. Patrick and I spend the day hanging out and recovering from yesterdays' trauma--his fall and my overeating/late night. It's been nice actually, although tomorrow's church on our own will be interesting Sean gets home around noon, just as we get home. I think he planned it, don't you? :)
All of this drama made Sean and I a little late for the Rib Cook Off festivities. Sparks hosts a huge rib cook off--huge as in featured on the Food Network and stuff. Sean knows the guy who started the thing 20 years ago and he hooked us up with VIP tickets to the tasters tent. Basically free $80 apiece seats to a huge rib buffet with live music. Also lots and lots of free booze, if you're into that. Sean did his best to try all 24 varieties of ribs with their corresponding sauces but came up a little short. I ate more than I have in weeks and then spent the rest of the evening trying to keep it all down. Turns out I'm already having that short ribcage in pregnancy issue. Either that or I just should never eat that many ribs. At the end of the evening, Sean's rib guy hooked us up with three freshly cooked racks of ribs to take home to the nice couple who had watched Patrick for us. We figure all babysitters want to get paid in ribs, right?
Today has been more boring, at least here on the home front. Sean was lucky enough to get on a plane early this morning with his boss to head out to the BYU v Arizona game, which I have just learned that we were the victors in. He was very, very excited--like 5 year old at Christmas excited. Patrick and I spend the day hanging out and recovering from yesterdays' trauma--his fall and my overeating/late night. It's been nice actually, although tomorrow's church on our own will be interesting Sean gets home around noon, just as we get home. I think he planned it, don't you? :)
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