Things we do

This semester has been killer for both Blake and I.  We spend a good portion of our days every day in the library, in the exact same seat, looking at a computer screen for hours on end prepping for all the tests, quizzes, and assignments that we have to do.  On top of that Blake, is a champion and spends hours a day working on jobs and going to interviews.  He really is my hero. When we aren't being the most boring people alive, we do do fun things.  Here are some of the things we do.  

We go on bike rides and go to the gym together where I am starting to look more and more ridiculous.

We have sleepovers with my nephews.  We're going to be great parents.  Bed at 11:00, awake at 5:30, sugar filled pancakes, a hike up the Y, McDonalds for lunch and then we send them home.  

Notice the energy with which Griffin is flexing.  That is the same energy with which he hiked.

We work on decorating our sweet little guys room and finishing up projects that need to be done before he arrives. 

We cook dinner together while we watch Jeopardy and hone our knowledge of random facts.

We spend conference weekend with Blake's parents who fly in and spoil us rotten while they're here.  They took us out to the best meals, bought us new clothes, and spent their time with us while we laughed and chatted together and soaked it all in.  We have the best families.

We go to Costco and get samples.  If you go during lunch time you can get super great food.

We make holiday cookies and watch football games with friends and family.

I really love this face.

Carter was a master froster
The picture below are all the awesome cookies he made.

We take awkward pregnancy pictures

We spend Sunday evenings with my family and oooh and aaah at the beautiful new babies and dream about ours.

We go to fancy gala dinners with our best friends and hang out with people who are much more rich and powerful than us.  We felt like celebrities for the night. 





Oh, and most importantly we grow our little baby.  Well I grow our little baby and Blake keeps me sane and gives me moral support.  Here's to being 6 months down with only 3 more to go! The end is in sight!!!

22 weeks--5 months!

23 weeks (notice Knox's crib behind me...we're getting ready!!)

24 weeks!

25 weeks!

  And finally 26 weeks! We hit 6 months this week and I am SO excited.

Oh and I'm throwing this picture in just for the heck of it because it's so darn cute.  I want to kiss his face all day long.

how old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?

Blake and I saw a sign that said something to that effect and we both quickly agreed that I would be somewhere in the 70-90 year old range.  I worry too much, I can sleep all the time, I am content to be home, and I am sure if the opportunity arose I would find that I loved knitting.  My life is a battle against my actual age and my mental age.  I try to push myself so I don't wake up one day and find that I am actually 90 and I haven't done anything.  I think I do a decent job of staying young but a few weeks ago Blake and I had an incident that made both Blake and me feel so old that we had no option but to laugh about it for a long time.

Blake's little brother Brady comes and watches movies at our house and one night he came a little earlier than usual.  Blake and I were getting ready for bed when he came in and didn't hear him. Blake opened the door to our bedroom to go out and get a light bulb to find that he was standing 3 feet from Brady's little lady friend in his G's.  I heard the door slam and Blake came in and told me what happened.  I laughed so hard.  The kind of laugh where you bend over cause you can't stand straight. Blake and I have never met this girl so this is her first impression of us.  Blake told me he had never felt older. I suddenly felt like my parents.  We put on some pajamas and went out to PROPERLY meet her.  When we got out there she told us that it was no big deal because she had seen all her friends parents walking around in their garments.  wah wah wah.  I am 21 and I am already being grouped with the parents of Freshman girls.  Turns out when you get married, get pregnant, and move into an apartment that doesn't involve dozens of other girls you suddenly become old.  I was the tiniest bit offended for a while but then I realized that I shouldn't be.  I have never been happier in my life.  I have the best husband and I am certain we are about to have the world's cutest baby, I am almost done with school, Blake is almost done with school, and we have the most perfect little apartment so my life really couldn't be better.  I am definitely ok with seeming old if it means this much happiness.  So here is to years of being 40.  Like from now until I'm 50.