The Temple

Yipp-idy do daw! The Husband and I get to go to the temple on Saturday, although we might move it up to Thursday, depending on the babysitting situation. It has been a bit since we went, so I am extremely excited. It is pretty silly, we can see the Moroni statue from our bathroom window, (my mother-in-laws favorite aspect of our house) but it is just as hard for us to get to the temple as if we lived 100 miles away. And just in case anyone was wondering, I LOVE THE HUSBAND and would marry him all over again.

What Is the Sense In That

Have you ever been too tired to go to bed? I do this all the time and it is incredibly silly of me. I get so tired that just the thought of getting up and getting ready for bed, exhausts me. So I sit on the sofa, wishing that I could just instantaneously transport myself to bed with all of my bedtime rituals already done, and becoming even more tired. Why can't I just go to bed when I first feel tired? I just don't know, but I think I have finally talked myself into going to bed tonight.

Oh and this little note is to The Wife's grandmother:
Hey, Grandma! Thanks for reading our blog. I hope it makes you laugh every once and a while and doesn't disturb you too much. Check out Bear Family and The Little Tracy Fam. You will know who they are! We love you!

Family Picture

I have noticed that I haven't put many pictures up here lately, so here we go. This is our latest, self-taken, family picture. I know Baby of Dreams dosen't look too happy, but we were extremely lucky that she wasn't screaming. We had just gotten home from church and it was nap time. This was taken in the middle of September and I have since cut my hair. I guess I will try to get a picture of my new haircut up here sometime.

Quirks

The rules: Link to the person that tagged you. (Two Jeffs and a Bethany) Mention these rules on your blog. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yourself and tag 6 fellow bloggers.

I don't exactly know how to link this to anything, but I will try after I finish writing this, which may take a while because it sounds like Baby of Dreams just woke up. This will be a work in progress. I have been thinking long and hard about this and have concluded that this is hard.
( I Figured out how to do the linking thing two days after I wrote the rest of this.)

#1 I hate mint. Peppermint, spearmint, mint anything that is minty. I have been brushing my teeth with Crest Sparkle for Kids, for as long as I can remember. The smell of mint makes me nauseous. I even have a hard time when people are chewing mint gum around me. I do like wintergreen though and mint chocolate chip ice cream is okay. Don't ask why, I have no clue.

#2 As soon as I learned how to write in cursive, and my teachers let me, I started writing in print agian. If I write anything, it is in print. It is just neater that way. I do sign my name in cursive, for the most part.

#3 I love checking in on other's blogs. I have a list here of the people I have official links to, but in my bookmarks I have a huge list of blogs that I follow. These are old friends, past aqquaintances, old boyfriends and kids that grew up in my home ward. Does this make me stalkerish or just nosey?

#4 I have to fold my bath towels in a certian way. I fold them in half and then half again and then in thirds. If my husband folds them for me, I have to refold them.

#5 I take our camera to most important events and often never take any pictures. I usually just forget to take the pictures after doing everything possible to remember to take the camera. Along the lines of picture taking, I love digital cameras. I used to take a lot of pictures with my 110 camera and my 35mm camera. I have a gallon sized bag of film that needs to be developed, some of the film is from middle school.

#6 I think that my baby is the most gorgeous baby in the history of the world. I am sorry, but it is the truth. I am guessing that this is a quirk of all mothers. I seriously can't think of any other quirks at this time though.

I tag Bear Family, Tim & Denise, Jemmett Family, The Little Tracy Fam, Little Bits of Bliss and Scott, Steph and Zuri.

Sleepy Baby

At the moment I am the only one awake in my house. The Husband has been asleep on the sofa for a couple of hours now and I really don't think Baby of Dreams is feeling all that well. She went to bed at 9:30pm last night, which is about normal for her. I had a meeting at 9:00am this morning so I left around 8:30am. Baby of Dreams had woken up a few times, but gotten herself back to sleep. When I got home I was expecting The Husband to have fed Baby of Dreams, who would have gotten up at 9 or 9:30am. I got home at 11:00am and she was still not up. I was in the middle of a phone conversation which wrapped up at 11:30 and Baby of Dreams was still not awake. I went upstairs to check on her, she never sleeps that long, and she imediately stood up looking like I woke her way too early. I changed her diaper fed her some breakfast and the Huband and I started putting together lunch. Baby of Dreams ran around being altogether too cranky for having slept so long. I ended up putting her back down for another nap at around 1:15pm. She didn't complain at all. It is now 3:35pm and she is still asleep. Is she sick? Is she going through a growth spurt? Is she sick and going through a growth spurt? She has never slept this much in one day. Is this normal every once in a while? She has no other symptoms of being sick. It has been, for the most part a very quite day.

Dryers Are Still Great, but Not Mine

About a week ago I started pulling my clothes out of the dryer and realized they were still damp, so I set the dial for a bit longer. I came back and they were still damp and realized that they were still cold as well. Our dryer sounds like it is drying and looks like it is drying, but it is really not drying. I am sad. We had about a good month with the thing working properly, but I guess it was too good to last. We think we can get parts to fix it, which will be cheaper than getting a new dryer, but now I have to bug The Husband to figure it all out. For some reason it does not concern him as much as it concerns me. This is probably because he has only done the laundry twice in the last four years and obviously does not care about having crunchy towels again. I HATE CRUNCHY TOWELS!!!!!

The 1st Birthday of Baby of Dreams

Okay, so Baby of Dreams' birthday was on August 10th, but I figured I should get something up here sooner or later. As typical of most one-year-olds, Baby of Dreams was not too excited about her party. We had quite a few people over including all of The Husband's immediate family and The Wife's mother and aunt. We stripped Baby of Dreams down to her diaper, spread out a sheet on the lawn and let her at her small, three layer, sugar-free, carrot, birthday cake. She would not touch it.

The husband smashed her hand into the cake and tried to put some in her mouth. She would not have any of it. She preferred to wander around the backyard picking up green plums, off our tree, and stuffing as many as she could in her mouth. She put up quite a fight when I made her spit them all out. She did seem to slightly enjoy taking tissue paper out of her gift bags, but wasn't extremely interested in her toys. It probably did not help that most of her toys immediately found temporary homes with the children at the party. Oh well, we learned some things about one-year-old parties that we will try to implement in the future. And lest you feel that Baby of Dreams has every right to ignore my sugar free cake, she ate lots of it in the following days, as long as I cut it into nice small cubes. I was taking videos of Baby of Dreams and the cake so I did not get any actual pictures of her. But, I got pictures of her the next day with her toys.

All in all it was a good day and my little, tiny baby is now one year old. Just this morning Baby of Dreams was running around the kitchen making high pitched squealing nosies and being content with life, it was extremely entertaining, I asked The Husband what we had done before Baby of Dreams entered our family and we both agreed that we must have been bored to tears.