IT'S A FEAST!

This daddy is a keeper

A feast of news! So our Father's Day was such a pleasant day. It was a busy day with our usual calling items along with the events that come with a celebratory day, but everything still managed to go smoothly and was just fun and calm. One thing that was an unusual addition to our day was that Phil spoke in sacrament meeting. Since it wasn't myself giving the talk, I was really looking forward to this. One thing I wasn't expecting, however, was when he threw in this little tidbit, "I, being a father without as much experience as some of you with only one 2-year-old and maybe another one on the way in December, depending on whether or not I was allowed to tell you that or not..." As everyone stared at me and gave a hearty laugh, I went beet red...and well, gave a few laughs myself. What's a girl to do... So just in case you are not in my ward and didn't hear Phil's talk, we are expecting baby number 2 December 19...and couldn't be more thrilled about it. And to all of you in my ward who thought Phil was in deep do-doo, I actually found the whole thing pretty funny myself. And it was kind of nice letting everyone know in one felt swoop, plus, it did make the day pretty memorable. Now, I don't want you to fall of your chair with all the good news or anything so hold on tight--but...we found a renter!! Woot woot! Hence, the 'Feast' * We feel sooooooo grateful. I had about four hours of pure elation until I made our to-do list. So although the elation has turned into stress, we are now able to move forward with our plans. Whew and whew. And for all of you wonderful people who have been asking when we'll be in Utah, I now have an answer for you! August 10. Most of that week I'll be in Tremonton with Ryder while Phil is on a rafting trip for "orientation", but we'll for sure be in Provo August 17. We'll officially be moved out of our place by July 16 and plan to stay with Phil's parents for 3 weeks before we trek it on over to Utah. Oh and for all of you other wonderful people rooting for us and praying for us, thank you. We so very much appreciate your love and support. *My earlier reference to getting nibbles, bites on your place that if I ever got an actual renter, I'd call it a feast.

VACATION ADVENTURES

(I left my sunglasses on this ride :( )

Like I mentioned earlier, we took a little family vacation with Phil's parents and his sister and brother-in-law. Things got off to a stressful start when the day before we left I was busy running last-minute errands when I noticed Ryder wasn't his usual lively self. He seemed a little warm, but brushing it aside thinking I was being paranoid and the fact that nothing else seemed wrong, continued on with our to-do list. It wasn't until a couple hours later that I whipped out the thermometer. 102 stinkin' degrees!!! I felt so bad for dragging him around from place to place earlier that day. Phil and I had no idea what to do. We immediately put him to bed with a dose of Tylenol and I called the nurse, who gave me lots of good advice. But with that advice said if he got worse we shouldn't take him on the plane. The awful part was that we had to leave to the airport the next morning (if you can even call it that) at 4:30. He woke up with 103 temperature. Flumixed was I. We gave him a blessing and some more Tylenol and thought we'd see how he did at the airport. Like I said, nothing else seemed wrong, he had a great appetite and when it came time to board his temperature was back to 98-99 degrees. We landed in LA where Carli picked us up and took us to the beach. Ryder seemed to hang in there with a normal temperature as long as he had Tylenol every four hours. I'm pretty sure Phil's family thought I was a little overkill with the thermomter strapped to my belt like I was in the Wild West, but I was so scared that Ryder, who already has an abnormally large pain threshold, was just being brave and felt a lot worse than he let on. ~Sigh~ Amid the stress, we still have a fabulous time at the beach. After a nice nap (for everyone) we went to look and Carly and Jordan's new house, which was very fun, and then stopped at In and Out for dinner. Which is good as everyone says it is. In an effort to avoid traffic we drove that night to our hotel in Anaheim. The next morning (Disneyland Day), Ryder woke up with a 100 degree temperature, which was encouraging because his temperature always seemed the worst in the morning. Plus, he was as excited and lively as ever. But of course, fell asleep two minutes after entering the amusement park. I gave him his last dose of Tylenol around noon and he was pretty much good to go after that. I'll never know what went wrong, but it was pretty miraculous that he healed so fast and was able to enjoy the whole vacation. We were very blessed. We had a great time in Disneyland. Ryder always looked rather nervous while on the rides but would get done and smile and yell "Yay!" and clap his hands. We think he had a pretty good time. Every time he went on a ride with just Phil, I would acted like an idiot and made a spectacle of myself trying to wave at him all the while getting a little teary eyed that A) my baby was old enough to ride rides and B) that he might fall off of one of them. I didn't need to ride rides with the emotional roller coaster I was on. Hehe. We drove to Indio that night and stayed the rest of our vacation in the hot, hot sun at a very nice resort lounging about, getting tan, eating, and watching movies. A vacation, indeed.

DEAR GG FANS

If you are a Gilmore Girls fan and have participated in watching the reruns on ABC Family channel everyday at 2 p.m. then you know just as well as I do that it will stop at the end of the sixth season and start the next day with the pilot. If you're like me you don't know whether to be bothered or slightly relieved. Anyhow, I'm sure many of you, much more normal than myself, probably watched the reruns only cycle through once. If that's the case you have no idea that this time around ABC obtained the rights to the 7th Season! So, come on! Join me in watching reruns of the worst Gilmore Girl season ever! And we can all enjoy remembering exactly why this particular season was SO bad. Obviously, I'm not too picky when it comes to the Gilmore Girls, I'll take what I can get.

FUNKY MONKEY

Oh hey there. You thought I was gone, didn't you? Nope, just in a bit of a funk. But I hate being in a funk because it (or me) causes me to forgo things I love, such as blogging. And that is just unacceptable. Besides, even though some aspects of my life are a little tricky and a little stressful, I have to think the majority of it is pretty charmed. So goodbye funk. Well, now that is left to do is update you on what I've been up to during my elusive absence (just kidding, it's not that elusive).

• We had Easter at one point (IOU photos)
• We had some nibbles--mind you, just nibbles--for renting out our condo
• None of the nibbles went though. Hence the term "nibble"
• I discover there are a lot of interesting people out there in the renting pool
• Had a couple gigs with the band (happy to report no photos of this, whew)
• There was mother's day. Yummy breakfast in bed, cute company and a family dinner
• Drought of any bites or nibbles or even sniffs for the rental
• Attempt to complete any school "to-do's" we have left for this fall
• We take a vacation to California & Disneyland, woot, woot! This deserves it's own post and photos to come later.
• We start seeing our own stress reflected back at us when friends and family ask us if we've rented our place out and we tell them 'no'
• We get a couple of "bites" (def. where they actually come look at the place). Nothing has yet followed through, but hope and optimism is the name of our game, so no worries. When we do actually rent out our place, I shall call it a "feast".
• I experiment with my new third column in my blog layout. After all the work I did to figure out how to make a third column, I found that the third column looked way to crowded along with not being an exciting enough person to have all that much information to put in a third column. Took it out and decided simple and clean is more my style.
• Oh, in my attempt to get out of my funk, I got whopping sick. Not so much severe as never ending. I've been living like an invalid this weekend trying to kick it. I refuse, absolutely refuse to be sick tomorrow.
• And that's that. Later Skater.