Let's Just Call It His Birthday Present

I dug deep into the depths of my soul debating whether or not I should post this. It is with great sorrow that I announce Brody is speaking his first words. There is such distain in my heart for his first words...makes me so blasted mad.

Second, my honey celebrated his...dare I say it...32 birthday yesterday. I was so excited and got him what I thought were some really cool presents. Blake was so nonchalant and blah about every present, until he got to the bike helmet I bought for Brody and gave to Blake. Oh my gosh, he spent 10 minutes fiddling around with that stupid helmet and thinking it was sooooo cool. Disregard the steel-toe awesome workboots, the full body massage, the jerky, or even the fetchin bike trailer...it was the helmet that he liked the best. Oh well. We had previously gone out to dinner to Pats BBQ with our friends on Saturday night, so I grilled Blake up some Las Vegas Steaks from Don's Meats. Oh my gosh, you wanna taste somethin' come directly from heaven (what's that from?), eat a Las Vegas steak. We wrestled Brody all through dinner, like we do everynight, and spent the evening visiting with our visiting teacher who stopped by for an imprompto visit. Happy Birthday LoveMuffin, Sugar Plum Fairy, AngelBabe, HeartNugget, Sweetums, Cougar Killer, SledPorn Addict, Ooberlicious, Pitmaster, Fartsy, and the best title of all Daddy.

And To Think I Created Him

These incredible pictures were taken by the fabulous McKenzie Hansen of McKenzie Hansen Photography. Check out her website mckenziehansenphotography.com. She is so good with children and getting great expressions!

Should I?

Blake wants to buy me a graduation present, and I was thinking a Cricut Expression? Does anyone have any suggestions, comments, concerns or funny stories they would like to share about the Cricut? I have gotten so into scrapbooking and think it will really be fun to have. I have done a little research and besides it being pricey I can't find many cons. Let me know!

Yes, I Am A Responsible Parent

How Brody entertains himself while I am doing homework. Please feel free to take this tip and use it for your own children.

Need a Break?

Something that I never imagined I would be apart of five years ago: play group. Today we went to the TreeHouse Children's Museum in Ogden. Wow. I was blown away. It was a really cool place and will be even better when my child can walk, talk or even participate in any of the activities. All the pictures I took should be entitled "Brody sitting by a ........" because that's all he really does. He did enjoy the silly man telling the stories and the lady playing the piano. Mostly he was just mesmerized by all the other children which he is not exposed to. He skipped his morning nap and sacked out in the car and on the drive home (pouty lip, really sad, NOT! The picture by DC is for Aunt Aly.

Bad Bunny

Ok, so I know when Easter is, it was one of my favorite holidays growing up, I knew it was coming, yet something inside of me just figured it wasn't going to be that big of a deal. Come on, my baby is 7 months old. Does he really need a picture of him playing with a cracked plastic Easter egg next a basket. So honestly, I kind of blew it off. Thanks to the Grandma Easter bunny she got Brody new clothes and so I figured I was covered. Easter morning comes, Brody and Blake are playing on the floor in the living room and Blake says, "Brody wants you to go find your Easter basket." Blew it off. I was worrying about singing in Sacrament meeting and playing the piano for the ward choir in Sacrament meeting. Besides, Brody didn't really get me a basket. A couple of minutes later..."Mama, Brody wants you to find your Easter basket." Crap, I thought to myself, I think Blake's serious. So I humored him and acted like I was looking around the house for this said Easter basket. Didn't find anything. Went back to doing my hair. Again, "Mama, go find your Easter basket." So now I'm feeling bad. I've blown him off 3 times now, I start really searching. Finally after about 5+ minutes of searching I found my Easter basket under Brody's crib hidden between stacks of diapers. The Daddy Easter bunny had bought the Mommy Easter bunny two $25 gift cards for clothing stores that were shoved in a basket with chocolate that I wouldn't eat anyway, but the Daddy Bunny bought for himself. Now I'm feeling like a big fat frumpy inconsiderate Easter Bunny because the Mommy Easter bunny did nothing for the Daddy Easter bunny. Naughty naughty Mama Easter bunny! So I then made my Hunky Husband Easter bunny a bunny breakfast feast. I made thick cut peppered bacon, Great Harvest french toast, freshly squeezed orange juice, and two runny eggs (just the way the Daddy Easter bunny likes them). I brought it to him on a breakfast tray and he said, "this was the best Easter basket present you could've given me." The end. Morale of the story...if you are thoughtless and not considerate...just make your husband food and he will overlook it!

The Daddy Easter Bunny and the Baby Easter Bunny

Why I Watch The Utah Jazz

No more needs to be said. Yum....

The Breast Conference Ever!

This is old news, but two weeks ago I attended at three day lactation conference in American Fork. Wow. I thought I knew alot of boobs, I was clueless. A couple of things I learned:

1. Being a lactation specialist can be terrible, think about it, all you do is breasts all day long.

2. Breasts/Nipples come in as many shapes and sizes as drill bits.

3. If men had to breastfeed, they wouldn't.

4. If your nipples hurt when breastfeeding buck the freak up, everyone's nips hurt.

5. If when you pump you have green slime coming out of your breasts-not normal.

6. When your child verbally tells you he is ready to breastfeed-might be the time to wean.

7. When people give you dirty stares and looks when you are breastfeeding in public tell them that if breastfeeding in public disturbs them then to please feel free to put a blanket over their head or tell them that your are just to lazy to make a bottle.

8. If you are what you eat...your child will turn into a big booby. =)

9. It's ok to nickname your breasts.

10. Breastfeeding really is the best.

All jokes aside (actually everyone of those topics was brought up at the conference) breastfeeding your children is the best thing you can do for them. Some moms can't breastfeed, and I'm not here to pass judgement. Whatever you can do to give your child breastmilk, awesome! The best way to explain it is that cows drink cows milk, elephants drink elephants milk, whales drink whale milk and humans should drink human milk. I have seen and touched more breasts than Blake has and if any of you out there who read this blog ever need help breastfeeding, or have any questions about breastfeeding, don't hesitate to ask me...because now I am an official lactation consultant!

Not A Lot of Wisdom, But There's A Tooth

So that's not really my wisdom tooth, but frankly I didn't want to take my camera to the oral surgeons and be a wacko taking a picture of her tooth. Yes, I did in fact have A, one, uno, une numera 1 wisdom tooth extracted yesterday. You would think that I was 23 years old and would've had this done already, but alas, my dentist is a LIAR! I asked him specifically a year or more ago if I had any wisdom teeth, he looked at my xray and said no. Well pinch my over the pants muffin roll I certainly did have one. It started to come in and I felt like Brody, except my teething is at 23. Dr. Jesson did my impacted extraction and was Houdini. (Side note, he did NOT think my lame attempt(s) at being humerous were funny). Hey no laugh, no tip. I did get #30 7.5mg lortab out of it, which I have been told will bring some good money on the corner of Wall and 20th. I just had it with local anesthesia because I am a cheapskate now and didn't want to pay the extra $300 plus dollars because my insurance doesn't cover gas or general anesthesia unless you have 3 or more teeth pulled. My mouth is sore, my patience for Brody has shortened and I am sick of eating soft foods.