Summertime

We were outside yesterday evening after Adrian and I went to the gym, and Abigail was just running around with the sheer joy that children have from being outside. I was sitting there holding Adam and sitting on the stairs of our deck, and I noticed that she was jumping up and reaching toward the sky. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was "trying to catch them." What?....the "cowds." These childlike discovery moments are just too adorable.

I ran inside to get the camera, hoping to capture one on film, and she didn't disappoint. Abigail was then saying, "bird? bird?" And at one point a bird got kind of close to us, and then quickly flew away. But, she tried to find it in this bush. She kept saying "Bird, it's me, Abigail." "Here bird, it's Abigail."


It was a nice evening, and I wanted to capture it. Adrian was working on our money pit of a house, so I had to take it myself.

Solicitation

I think I might need a "no solicitation" sign in my front yard for the rednecks that apparently live in my town. Yesterday there was a knock at my door. I open it, and there stands a young boy about 7-8 years old. I don't know him, and I look behind him and see that there is an idling vehicle in front of my house, in which I assume was a parent. I smile at this boy and he proceeds to say that he is taking donations. At this point my smile gets a little tight...and as he proceeds the smile is gone and and the eyebrow goes up. HE IS TAKING DONATIONS SO HE CAN GO TO BASEBALL CAMP! He calmly explains that it costs $400 and the money is due next week. I attempt to glare at the Dodge Durango sitting in the street, but the windows are tinted, of course. I grudgingly gave the kid my most wrinkled up dollar, and sent him on his way.

As Teresa from New Jersey would say....Puh-Lease!

My Sweet Boy

I can't believe that Adam is two and a half months old! He is such a good baby. He seems very content with life. He sleeps pretty good at night, and only gets fussy when he is tired or hungry.

This is his usual expression. I interpret it as just hanging out and slightly bored.

He loves to be outside, and is pretty happy at the pool.



And lately he has been giving us cute grins.


He is very dark complected, and his baby blue eyes look like the blue that will stay blue. He is really cute.

Pocahontas

Today I watched Disney's Pocahontas with Abigail. It was an old VHS that my mom had and gave to Abigail. What a disappointment. It stinks. Even Abigail was confused at the end. She looked at me and said "He's waving bye-bye?" If a two year old thinks the ending sucks to a cartoon movie--it's a bad movie.

On a brighter note, I made a Martha Stewart meal today. Grilled chicken sandwiches, with an heirloom tomato salad, grilled potato slices, and a peach crumble. It was enjoyable. I bought all the herbs I didn't want to waste my money on, and even put basil in the dessert. It was nice. A good alternative to the usual sloppy joes.

Core Rhythms

I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I am now the owner of Core Rhythms. I really don't know what happened. Early last Saturday morning, I was feeding Adam and flipped on the TV and instantly became mesmerized by this infomercial. I would flip away from it, and come back to it. I kept staring at these incredibly toned abs of two weird ladies (one has pink hair). Needless to say that my postpartum bod is still a tub of goo. So, here is to the hope of incredibly toned abs--I got it in the mail today!

What is a Viking Expert?

I had the funniest experience last night that has had me giggling to myself all day. Last night after Adrian finishes watching Ultimate Fighter on Spike, this bizarre show called "Deadliest Fighter" comes on. http://www.spike.com/show/31082 It is so stupid I can barely describe it, but essentially it has these losers on TV debating on whether a samurai would kick a Viking's butt or vice versa. Well, as I am watching this show, I see this blond haired guy on there who looks vaguely familiar, but I am too busy rolling my eyes at the television to pay too much attention. Then, I look up at the right time and read the caption under his face--Matt Nelson, Viking Expert. And then it hits me...I knew this guy when I was a freshman at BYU. I lived in Heritage Hall with his sister, and we went on one embarrassingly horrible date. Ah, the memories....and to think if I would have played my cards right, I could be married to a self proclaimed Viking Expert.

This is an actual picture of him dressed up like a Viking.

Surviving

I had this crazy idea yesterday that I could definitely go to church today. Abigail is getting cabin fever and it will be great for her to see her friends. Plus, we had went out to eat on Friday, and Adam didn't make a peep, he was so good. Well, let's just say all didn't go as planned. Adam starts to cry about 3 minutes into it, and I kid you not the minute he made a peep about 75% of the people in front of us turned around and stared at me. Really good for my stress level. Adam decides he hates hymns, so every time we sing, he cries. Then, I cannot keep him quiet, so I end up in the nursing mother's room for most of sacrament meeting. Disastrous.

We've really had a nice couple of weeks, though. Adam is thriving, which is great because he is so small. Abigail is acting out a little, but not as badly as I'd prepped myself for. Abigail loves holding Adam. She says "Gotta hold it."