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I picked a really really good bag of Marshmallow Mateys this time.  The marshmallow-to-matey ratio is perfect.  I don't want it to end.


Tesla has a doctor's appointment today, and I have one tomorrow.  I'll update you if anything interesting happens.  Like if either of us pees on one of the nurses.


Still haven't gotten my first trimester bloodwork done.  Maybe they'll never notice.


For some reason, our electricity bill is SIXTY DOLLARS higher than what it should be this month.  Last month it was $20 above what we expected.  I was suspicious, but I paid it and let it slide.  I used the air conditioner less the next month and was extra careful to keep the lights off unless necessary.


So this month it's up another $40???  Impossible.  Where the heck is it going?  We don't have a tv, and we don't even use our dishwasher.  I am more than a little ticked off at the Provo City Power Company.


Silas is out of town on a camping trip.  I always think that when he's gone I'll pamper myself and watch all these girly chick-flicks that he would hate....but the truth is, I'm not really that into movies.  I get bored 15-20 minutes in. So I''m reading a lot and trying not to go the grocery store every few hours.


I do my makeup every day.  Even if I'm not going into public and won't be seeing Silas.  (Although he would actually prefer it if I didn't wear makeup.  Too bad.)  Not that I think I'm desperately ugly without it. I just like it.


Ironically though, I have no qualms about going to the store in my sweats or wearing the same clothes 4 or 5 days in a row.  Especially if I'm pregnant.  Heck, you should be eternally grateful that I'm even wearing clothes.  Your mind isn't equipped to deal with that kind of trauma.


My camera has been taking really crappy pictures lately.  It is about 6 years old....perhaps it is dying of camera cancer.  I used to be able to get sharp(ish) pictures as long as the light was okay.  Now they're all grainy and dull.


But look how cute.

23 Weeks

I know, I know...my fashion sense is unparalleled. 

Let me introduce you to the pink sweats that I wear almost every day!  (I wear my grey sweats when they are in the wash.  Because I'm clean like that.)

Today at church I was in line for the bathroom talking to a girl (Jenny) that's due in September, and this lady looked at us and said, "Wow, you both look pretty far along!  How much do you have left?"

Jenny replied, "Six weeks!"  The woman smiled and nodded, then looked at me.

"Four months," I admitted.  And then she almost had a heart attack.  I escaped into an empty stall before she could ask if I was having twins.

Seriously, you should have seen her face.  It was priceless.  

Ah, well.  I have a doctor's appointment week after next, and I'm sure he or she will confirm once again that I am not having twins, and then lecture me about reining myself in because I'm gaining weight too quickly.  

I'm so excited!!!!

;)

Today I am Thankful...

...for independent playtime.  It comes in handy when you need to get something done.  And on those days when you feel worn out and lonely and apathetic and you ate too much chocolate and you have no cute clothes and your baby spent 90 minutes of his afternoon nap playing instead of sleeping so now he's cranky...it's nice then, too.

And as much as I love this baby and enjoy spending my days with him....

His brother is making me tired today.

So I'm also thankful that the T-bomber goes to bed at 5:30.

Well, Peeps....

It's...







A...

boy!!!!

The Cake Boss

They say that the average American eats his weight in sugar each year.

I'm pretty sure I'm an exception to that statistic.

In fact, I'm almost positive I can consume twice my weight in sugar in a a year. 

Easily. 

Baby Likes Pancakes

A few months ago Tesla started refusing purees, so I've gotten lazy about feeding him "solids"/normal food.  Initially I wasn't quite sure how to go about it, but I started letting him try things and figured we'd go from there.

He loves strong flavors, and isn't a huge fan of blander foods (with the exception of rice cakes).  He loves things like lemons, oranges, pineapple, roasted garlic-lemon broccoli (a bit surprising), and especially tinga (a mexican recipe, kind of a spicy shredded chicken).

He doesn't like oatmeal.

He'll eat a few bites unenthusiastically, but when I offer him a spoonful he gives me a knowing smirk, like, 'For reals?"

I decided to get creative (well, not really) and try to make him some pancakes.  I left out the butter and sugar and eggs and made them with whole wheat flour, oats, applesauce and/or mashed banana, and some cinnamon.  I wasn't sure if he'd like them, but

he is a fan!

They also make a good snack for church.  :)

A New Man

Silas has undergone a transformation.

After winter semester finals reached their conclusion at the end of April,  he began to grow The Beard.

Although it is a source of great pride to every man, the Shaggy look eventually gets itchy.  And hot.  And irritating.

So it was declared that the hair must come off.  I made him endure a mini photo shoot to document the process.

Here we see the grizzly bear with his (bald) cub

 In transition (creeper Tesla in the background)

 The 'stache

And at last, the end product.

That's a good-lookin' man.

Now, I know it's annoying but I have to take the time to give a shout-out of gratitude to Si.  

He's working about 90 hours this week (and I'm not exaggerating this time...I counted his hours and from Monday-Sunday is 91.  Plus or minus 3 or 4 hours, because I can't remember exactly how many he worked on Monday).  And he doesn't complain.  I mean I know he likes his job, but come on.  If it were me, there would be a good amount of whining involved.

So, I know you don't read this, but thanks Silas.  We really (really really) appreciate you.

And now a word from our resident pirate.

Arrrr!

Thanks for that, Tesla.