Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Christmas 2011

How was your Christmas? Ours was really good.
Lucy was really spoiled. She got lots of new toys.
But this one was her favorite:
Yes, she played with the box more than she did with her new toys. Why we even bothered to buy her toys at all is still a mystery.
Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 9, 2011

Today is Mike's Birthday.

His 30th birthday. The big 3-0. As this is a huge milestone (and one that totally SUCKS, by the way (not that I know, being only 21 myself)), I was going to throw him a party. But . . . alas . . . life and promises made to others happened instead. (Plus, he told me he didn't want a party. The big party-pooper.)

So . . . I took him to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse last night. Yeah, that's the steak we ate last night (half-finished). The thing was bigger than my face. (Face? Try bigger than my whole head!) We got the Porterhouse for 2. I've never seen so much meat in my entire life. Although, Mike told me he could have finished it himself.

Have you ever been to Ruth's Chris? We never had before and we were very impressed with the service. (The food was good too, but not really worth the $$$$.) (Although, I highly recommend the Lobster Bisque.) I had made a reservation and they had asked me if we were celebrating anything special. So, when we arrived at our table, there was a little birthday card from Ruth's Chris sitting on the table for Mike. How nice.

So, we're sitting there, enjoying our 600 ounce steak, and all we can hear is the lady at the table behind us talking. LOUDLY. Seriously, a the fire alarm wouldn't have drowned her out.

So, Mike and I are pretty much sitting in silence, because it is impossible for us to talk over this lady. And I must have had a weird look on my face or something, because one of the waiters came up to our table and said to us, "Don't worry, I think their leaving soon."

It took me a minute to process what he was saying.

I was mortified!

I felt awful that my face must have registered my disdain for this loud woman and the staff felt that they needed to say something to me about it!

Although, Mike might have been right, that the wait staff was probably making fun of her too, so they were just letting us know that they felt our pain.

I was still mortified, though.

Anyway, since it was Mike's birthday, our waiter "bought" Mike dessert: He wanted the chocolate bread pudding. YUMMY! Although, we discussed it and we think Ruth's Chris needs to serve this dessert with whipped cream. It is really rich and we needed something to cut the sweetness.

Happy Birthday, Baby!
(If only this were true from Mike to me.)
P.S. Congratulations to Ed & Jen on the birth of their beautiful new baby girl! She's gorgeous!

Friday, December 2, 2011

A Christmas Tradition

It's my favorite time of year! I love, love, love Christmas time. Love, love. LOVE.


Lucky for me, I grew up in a family who loves Christmas as much as I do. My mom always turns the house into an absolute fairyland! (And some years that is literally a fairyland. My mom does "themes" for Christmas. Each Christmas, she picks a different theme for the year. Santas, snowmen, nutcrackers, gingerbread men, and her favorite, fairies. (YES, she has enough Christmas decorations to decorate with just that one theme each year. YES, storing all those Christmas decorations drives my dad nuts.) And my mom loves glitter. To her, glitter is her prozac. Mike always says he knows when Lucy has been at Grandma's because she comes home with glitter on her. And her Christmas decorations have tons of glitter! My dad always says everything is glitter-covered at their house until July.)

Anyway, one of our traditions has been to visit the Festival of Trees. And this year, it means that Lucy met Santa for the first time! We had a hard time getting her to smile, because she really needed a nap, but she didn't scream, so I'd say it was a win. I've got to say (and Mike will laugh when I admit this) the trees were a little disappointing this year.

Except for this one: The "U" on top lit up. It was awesome. I must try to find one for our tree. I'm betting Mike would prefer that to the purple butterfly that adorns our tree now.

And this "Tangled" Gingerbread House was pretty impressive: But, mostly, it was a disappointment. Seriously (and I'm not sucking up so Santa will bring me more presents!), my mom's Christmas trees are a lot better than most of the trees we saw.

I'm so excited to be able to share my favorite time of year with Lucy this year (yeah, because an almost 8-month-old really knows what's going on, right?!)!


Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Something To Be Grateful For

The fact that Lucy will sleep in the car. (And sometimes that is the ONLY place!)

Monday, November 14, 2011

Halloween Pictures

As promised (and so Grandma Kay can see Lucy in her costume): My 2 nephews, my niece, and Lucy as a ladybug:

Yes, that red and black lump is Lucy. We got her that costume so she would be warm just in case Mike got his way. (He wanted to take her trick-or-treating. I said, "No." How do you take a 6-month-old trick-or-treating?! Obviously, who is the candy really for in that situation?!)If Lucy wants to give you a kiss, prepare to get wet!

And the Utes are doing much better now days. The last home game I'll be attending this year was on Saturday against UCLA. It snowed and was cold. Alan said he loved it, that it was the perfect football weather. I don't get it. Luckily, it only snowed for about the first quarter. Final score was 31-6.
I really don't understand what is so fun about sitting in the cold and getting wet on purpose. Guess that's the girl in me.
But I wouldn't change the girl in me either.
She has excellent taste in shoes.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Halloween 2011

It's Halloween. Lucy is being a ladybug.
(Yes, I know the picture is crappy. Better ones taken by a professional to soon follow.)

Monday, October 17, 2011

Tom Gets Married

Finally. After 4+ years of dating, Tom & Stephanie made it official. Having never been to a Catholic wedding before, I didn't know what to expect.
There was a lot of standing up and sitting down (including the time during the ceremony when I sat down on Lucy's Sophie Giraffe; it squeaks; that was fun; Patty said I covered it well; I should have just pointed at Jessie). And it was long. Lucy did really well up until Tom & Stephanie were about to say their vows, (of course, the important part) then I had to take her out. Plus, the priest was really hard to understand.
Heidi and Jessie both gave readings: And they did very well. I told them that they had better be exceptional because most of Tom & Stephanie's friends are actors (and we all know the harshest judges are actors), but they didn't let that phaze them at all.
After the ceremony, we went to the reception . . .
Where Lucy was the life of the party! Everyone wanted to hold her. Could be because her dress was so beautiful (thanks for the dress, Grandma!):
Big Mike even insisted on dancing with her:
She was tuckered out after all that partying.As the best man, Mike was required to give a toast (which he didn't know about until 2 minutes before). Even on the fly, he did a really good job and I swear he got choked up at one point (he denies it, even though I have video evidence).
Congratulations, Tom & Stephanie! This trip was also a bunch of firsts for Lucy. Besides her first plane ride, Mike couldn't let her go to California without going to: Roscoe's Chicken & WafflesNot my favorite, but Justin loved it so much he tried to convince us to go back again the next day.
And what California trip would be complete without a trip to the beach? Lucy wasn't really a fan of the sand. Oh, and a miracle happened.
Mike actually missed watching the University of Utah football game on Saturday.

I know. Talk about miraculous.

I guess being the best man at your brother's wedding is the only thing constitutes missing a Utah football game. (Kickoff was at 9:00 in the morning in Cali and the wedding was at 10.) Big Mike had the game going on his phone the entire ceremony was updating everyone (as most of Mike's family is as Ute-crazy as Mike is).

The Utes defeated Pitt 26-14.

Bout time we won.

Go Utes!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


I love books. (Books and shoes are my two vices.)

Our front room is filled with my books (and that's not mentioning the bookcase filled upstairs).

Mike makes fun of me because instead of a purse, I carry a big bag (my current bag I purchased at the Josh Groban concert). He constantly asks me why I need to carry such a big bag around and my answer is always the same, "Because my books won't fit in a purse."

Mike told me yesterday that he wants to get me a Kindle for Christmas. He's actually said this since they came out, but I keep telling him how much I love actual books and I worry I wouldn't use it.

I can see the advantages of owing a digital bookstore. I have an ereader on my iphone and it is nice to not have to drag a book around sometimes. Plus, it means I would be able to carry 500 books at once!

But at the same time, I cry a little every time we go into Barnes & Noble and the bookshelves have been replaced with displays for the Nook. I feel bad for the books that aren't there anymore. Where did they go?! I know, I know, you can get them digitally, but it just isn't the same!

I love actual books. The smell of the pages, the feel of the story in your hand, being able to turn each page knowing there's so much more for these characters to go through before you get to the end.
So . . . I'm not sure. Do I want a Kindle or Nook?

Thursday, October 6, 2011

6 Months

Lucy is (almost) 6 months. Officially she will turn 6 months old on the 12th of October. But, since we're going to California next week (Congratulations Tom & Stephanie! FINALLY!), I took her for her 6 month appointment yesterday.

I put her in the outfit that her awesome doctor gave her when she was born:
And she fell asleep on the way to her appointment:
I was sad to wake her up because she really needed the nap.

So, the interesting facts about our monkey: She now weighs 15lbs even and is 26 inches long. Which puts her in the 36% for weight and 68% for height.

How?! How is it possible that I, being only 5'2" tall and weighing . . . ahem. . . have a tall and skinny baby?!

How?!It's a mystery.

I had to go alone this time which was hard for me, because I tend to be more traumatized than Lucy is when she has to get shots. But, she did really well and only cried for a minute before the nurses had her smiling again.

It took me a little longer to calm down. Thanks for asking.

Oh, and the Utes lost last week.

Friday, September 23, 2011

She's One Smart Cookie, That Tina Fey

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU (or in our case, U of U) logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half. Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age. Lead her away from Acting, but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes and only have to wear high heels if she wants to. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it. May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers. Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait. O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers and the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed. And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Crap. I will not have it. And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes. Amen.” -Tina Fey

Monday, September 19, 2011

B Y . . . WHO?

So . . . the BYU/Utah Game.

Definitely a different feel now that Utah and BYU aren't in the same conference or really rivals anymore.

We weren't planning on going down to Provo for the game this year (and truth be told, Mike was a little relieved that he didn't have to go), but then he was invited to a swankified dinner and given tickets to the game, so we went. (The dinner was Toscano's and we received some excellent door prizes; I got a beautiful and really soft Utah blanket and Mike got a Utah helmet, which he's having the team sign this week; for some reason I passed on the Utah bikini, nobody needs to see my stretch-marked butt in a bikini.) If you'll recall, the last time we went to Provo for the BYU/Utah game in 2009, this was my view the ENTIRE game: And, unfortunately, this year wasn't much better: Naturally, we had to sit behind the 3 most obnoxious freshman alive. I really wanted to pants the kid in the middle. Whoever told him that it's cute to wear skinny jeans, but then have your pants hang off your butt is seriously disturbed.

I'm sure you've all heard about the game by now. Needless to say, this was the crowd by the end of the 3rd quarter: Hmmm . . . way to support your team, BYU fans.

Since the game, all we've heard is how BYU handed the game to us. Like it was a gift.

Well, then, thanks for the 54-10 gift, BYU.

Eh, whatever. Hope you enjoy your independence, BYU.