Here's to two great years, and many more to come.
He Loves Me Not...
He Loves Me!!! 
2 months ago
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Good Aim
I threw this from the back bedroom to the couch in the front room about 20 feet away. I didn't mean to do this, but it's how it ended up. We promise we didn't touch the cloth to make it stay in place. (It's a cloth diaper - I use them for burpcloths). Poor Carson, didn't know what hit him...literally.
Not to worry, he was totally fine, just had no idea what was going on. This is the picture just after we took the cloth off his head. Daddy was holding him up for mommy to snap a quick picture.
Not to worry, he was totally fine, just had no idea what was going on. This is the picture just after we took the cloth off his head. Daddy was holding him up for mommy to snap a quick picture.
"Love You"
For all of you out there who are worried about Dave's and my relationship, it's ok; I ALREADY know. It has come to my attention that Dave might be speaking inappropriately to other women but this is ok, and ok for one reason alone... he has said the same thing to men as well!
So funny!!! When Dave and I speak on the phone we always end by saying "I love you" in one way or another. We definitely mean it, but sometimes we are on autopilot. Well, there have been a couple of occasions latley (either early in the morning or late at night...both sleepy times) where Dave has accidentally slipped this into phone calls with various ward members when he says goodbye. Let me tell ya, to hear him say, "Love you, bye!" to the women is funny, but SO hilarious when it's to the men. We all know how men tell each other they are buds by slapping each others' bums, slugging on the arms, or giving each other those strange, motion loaded, wrestle-y hand shakes. Women on the other hand, of course give hugs, say nice things, and bake cookies for each other :). Generally though, neither gender routinely says "love you, bye" at the end of their phone calls. I know I digress, but I guess the point of the story would be, don't worry about Dave - if he tells you he loves you, he must like you. (Or, be comfortable enough to forget he isn't talking to me). At least that is what our marriage counselor says :)...
The picture is dark and doesn't depict it very well, but each time he has done this, he promptly whips around to face me with saucer-wide eyes and his hand flies to his mouth as though he has said a naughty word. We then laugh for the next few minutes until his inital embarrassment wears off and then a while later, he does it again...
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Toenails
This past Sunday I painted my toenails. You might ask why I think this is significant; well, I will explain…
It all started 5 months ago, December 16th to be exact. I was beginning my 9th month of pregnancy and feeling rather large and unattractive. Dave was gone at some meetings and I was bored so I decided to paint my toenails. I wanted to draw attention away from my ever encroaching and swelling skin (my feet were starting to look like big balls of pink play dough that a small child had squeezed in their pudgy little hand – gotta love pitting edema) , as well as have some fun toes when I went into labor. So, I went to the closet and pulled out the most seasonal/fun color I could find. Bright RED! After all, it was Christmas time. I sat myself down on the couch with the intent to lean down to my feet firmly planted on the floor to begin my masterpiece. It was here I ran into some problems. My baby bump was causing some issues. I could either hyper-ventilate, suck in, lean over my beach ball belly, and hold my breath in hopes I could get through as many toenails as possible, all the while turning beet red, with bulgy eyes, and popping veins, or find another equally awkward, yet more comfortable solution. I opted for door number two. I wriggle myself into another position in which one foot at a time was propped up on our couch within reaching distance of my outstretched arm. Thinking I of course would be so careful to not spill (since I never had before); I didn’t put any kind of protection down. Even though you probably don’t need me to explain what happened I will anyway; you guessed it – I spilled. I can’t remember what let to what but somehow I managed to drag my wet toenails across the carpet, and spill the open bottle on the couch and floor. Just call me Grace. It was AWFUL. I was horrified! I waddled my big self around the apartment gathering up all the supplies I could think of that could possibly help the problem. Memories of my little brother David were flashing through my brain all the while. Just to save face, I will tell you that it was another one of my sisters, not me, that was babysitting him when he was supposed to be in bed; instead he had crawled into the top of a closet, pulled out all my sisters’ fingernail polish, and proceeded to dump it all over the floor. My whole family tried for hours to revive the carpet, but it was no use. We ended up having to replace the entire bedroom floor.
I was just imagining how fun it was going to have a blazing red stain on our couch that wasn’t even a year old, and Wymount telling us we had to replace all the carpet in the apartment even though it was hideous Berber that has been there since the pioneers reached the Salt Lake valley. With this thought in mind I worked fast and furiously to reverse the damage. 45 minutes later Dave walked through the door to find me sobbing and scrubbing a floor cleaner/fingernail polish remover saturated floor and couch.
Dave gently pulled me away from the wreckage, told me it was okay, and proceeded to finish the job. When he was done, he sat me down, and carefully and lovingly painted my toenails for me. It was amazing that after that kind gesture it didn’t really matter what the couch and floor looked like. Those things were no longer important
One short week later, I entered Utah Valley Regional Medical Center and delivered the most perfect baby boy. If I wasn’t on the labor and delivery floor, they would have though I was a life-flight victim with no chance of survival, BUT my toes still looked beautiful.
This finally brings me to where I am today. Since that bittersweet experience, I hadn’t touched my toes. Eventually the bright red polish chipped away, but I was slightly traumatized and nervous about pulling out any sort of super-staining product. However, on Sunday I built up the courage to paint my toenails “Cranberry”. I know it’s silly, but it is so fun for me to look down at my toes and think to myself that they look rather nice! It’s just one of many small things that make life worth living. You gotta find joy in the small stuff.
It all started 5 months ago, December 16th to be exact. I was beginning my 9th month of pregnancy and feeling rather large and unattractive. Dave was gone at some meetings and I was bored so I decided to paint my toenails. I wanted to draw attention away from my ever encroaching and swelling skin (my feet were starting to look like big balls of pink play dough that a small child had squeezed in their pudgy little hand – gotta love pitting edema) , as well as have some fun toes when I went into labor. So, I went to the closet and pulled out the most seasonal/fun color I could find. Bright RED! After all, it was Christmas time. I sat myself down on the couch with the intent to lean down to my feet firmly planted on the floor to begin my masterpiece. It was here I ran into some problems. My baby bump was causing some issues. I could either hyper-ventilate, suck in, lean over my beach ball belly, and hold my breath in hopes I could get through as many toenails as possible, all the while turning beet red, with bulgy eyes, and popping veins, or find another equally awkward, yet more comfortable solution. I opted for door number two. I wriggle myself into another position in which one foot at a time was propped up on our couch within reaching distance of my outstretched arm. Thinking I of course would be so careful to not spill (since I never had before); I didn’t put any kind of protection down. Even though you probably don’t need me to explain what happened I will anyway; you guessed it – I spilled. I can’t remember what let to what but somehow I managed to drag my wet toenails across the carpet, and spill the open bottle on the couch and floor. Just call me Grace. It was AWFUL. I was horrified! I waddled my big self around the apartment gathering up all the supplies I could think of that could possibly help the problem. Memories of my little brother David were flashing through my brain all the while. Just to save face, I will tell you that it was another one of my sisters, not me, that was babysitting him when he was supposed to be in bed; instead he had crawled into the top of a closet, pulled out all my sisters’ fingernail polish, and proceeded to dump it all over the floor. My whole family tried for hours to revive the carpet, but it was no use. We ended up having to replace the entire bedroom floor.
I was just imagining how fun it was going to have a blazing red stain on our couch that wasn’t even a year old, and Wymount telling us we had to replace all the carpet in the apartment even though it was hideous Berber that has been there since the pioneers reached the Salt Lake valley. With this thought in mind I worked fast and furiously to reverse the damage. 45 minutes later Dave walked through the door to find me sobbing and scrubbing a floor cleaner/fingernail polish remover saturated floor and couch.
Dave gently pulled me away from the wreckage, told me it was okay, and proceeded to finish the job. When he was done, he sat me down, and carefully and lovingly painted my toenails for me. It was amazing that after that kind gesture it didn’t really matter what the couch and floor looked like. Those things were no longer important
One short week later, I entered Utah Valley Regional Medical Center and delivered the most perfect baby boy. If I wasn’t on the labor and delivery floor, they would have though I was a life-flight victim with no chance of survival, BUT my toes still looked beautiful.
This finally brings me to where I am today. Since that bittersweet experience, I hadn’t touched my toes. Eventually the bright red polish chipped away, but I was slightly traumatized and nervous about pulling out any sort of super-staining product. However, on Sunday I built up the courage to paint my toenails “Cranberry”. I know it’s silly, but it is so fun for me to look down at my toes and think to myself that they look rather nice! It’s just one of many small things that make life worth living. You gotta find joy in the small stuff.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Intramural Champions
Top row (left to right): Andrew, Pete, Me, Alex, Zach, Ryan
Bottom row (left to right): Cedric, Jon, Justin, Nate, Jason
Well, here we are, champions of the 9 on 9 division one single elimination tournament. Pretty goofy looking bunch if you ask me. Here's a quick review of the season.
I missed the first game because my school group had a project to complete, but we won. The second game we lost, but we only had 7 people and the score was only 12-6. The third game we lost by like two touchdowns to a team called Lights Out. The first round of the tournament we played Air Force and won 26-24. In that game, their team scored to go ahead with only 36 seconds left. But we endured, and scored with 6 seconds left. Too close for comfort. The second game we scored with around a minute left to win 13-12, whew. The third game we won in overtime by one point 33-32. Then we met Lights Out again in the championship, and we won 32-19. I had a lot of fun, and my teammates were all cool kids. Go Patriots!
Friday, April 11, 2008
David's First Post
Ahem...
I am kind of new to the blog posting world. The only thing I have done to our blog so far is post the survey on who Carson looks like. Melanie keeps telling me to post, so I guess I can say a little something. After all, the blog is called "Wild Frontier", and my name is David Crockett.
Melanie keeps posting articles about how wonderful I am. I must admit, she is right. But it shouldn't all be about me. I feel I should let you all know how wonderful Melanie is. Not only is she tall and beautiful, but she makes wonderful chocolate chip cookies. And this morning, she covered my turf-burned knee and wrapped it in tape to keep it from getting agitated. It's the little things that count. She is really wonderful.
P.S. I got my turf burn from our intramural football game last night. We won by one point to advance to the semi-final game. We play this Saturday, 1 pm at the practice fields next to the RB. Come out and watch.
I am kind of new to the blog posting world. The only thing I have done to our blog so far is post the survey on who Carson looks like. Melanie keeps telling me to post, so I guess I can say a little something. After all, the blog is called "Wild Frontier", and my name is David Crockett.
Melanie keeps posting articles about how wonderful I am. I must admit, she is right. But it shouldn't all be about me. I feel I should let you all know how wonderful Melanie is. Not only is she tall and beautiful, but she makes wonderful chocolate chip cookies. And this morning, she covered my turf-burned knee and wrapped it in tape to keep it from getting agitated. It's the little things that count. She is really wonderful.
P.S. I got my turf burn from our intramural football game last night. We won by one point to advance to the semi-final game. We play this Saturday, 1 pm at the practice fields next to the RB. Come out and watch.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
He Got It!!!!!!
Yay!! Good news from the Wild Frontier! Dave got his first choice internship and will start working in May. He will will be working with the Fortune 500 complany Intermountain Financial Group. We couldn't be more excited. We don't have to move... we don't have to stress anymore about internships, AND it will look great on his resume. We are so blessed.
Friday, March 7, 2008
I challenged Mitzi!
87 words
So I can't figure out how to put the page up that Cindy and Mitzi have, but I promise, this is what I really got. AND I did it first try :). Maybe if I get a faster score some other time, I will be patient enough to figure it out...
Speedtest - how fast are you?
So I can't figure out how to put the page up that Cindy and Mitzi have, but I promise, this is what I really got. AND I did it first try :). Maybe if I get a faster score some other time, I will be patient enough to figure it out...
Speedtest - how fast are you?
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