Wednesday, May 21, 2014


Peach Festival two years in a row! (We only bought 11 pounds of peaches this time).


A reflection of my giant belly in the window, and Terry and I playing at the kids station at the Heard Museum. 

Monday, May 12, 2014

Dear Baby in my Belly

How are you, little boy? Are you comfortable in there? Are you running out of space yet? (I am-your aunts think you look like a basketball and Courtney asked me how I carried you around, haha). Are you getting ready to meet the world?

I've been pregnant and had you in my belly for so long that I don't even really notice it anymore. When I have a busy day and am out running errands or whatever, I don't even feel like my belly is any bigger than anyone else's. Then I'll see someone look at my stomach and remember. I'm just so used to having you in there. Sometimes I look at pictures of myself early in this pregnancy or even before and I wonder, "Was my stomach ever really that small?" It seems impossible.

I really like being pregnant with you. You hear about women who get terribly sick, or terribly moody, or terribly uncomfortable, or terribly swollen, but so far I have just been terribly happy. I had about 7 straight months of pure bliss, no stress, no unhappiness, and suuuper clear skin. You are the best baby! I went to the doctor's this morning and he said, "I just can't believe you're not even swollen at all!" I had to correct him and tell him my feet have been a tiny bit swollen, but that's it. My wedding ring isn't even any tighter. And my feet are pretty bony to start with so it's kind of impossible to tell they are even swollen. If I wasn't having problems squeezing my feet into one particular pair of shoes, I wouldn't even have noticed. You've been so good to me and my body, baby.

Some things I love about being pregnant:

  1. I get to feel your every move, including those cute little hiccups.
  2. You really really really need me. It's a surprisingly nice feeling.
  3. People are so nice to pregnant ladies! Strangers all the time tell me, "Congrats!" or "You look great!" (Keep on with that second one in a few weeks everybody, I have a feeling I am going to need it!)
  4. Nesting. It's been fun.
  5. All the happiness that comes from carrying you, creating you, loving you, looking forward to you. I feel like all of my dreams are coming true. 
  6. Satisfaction and gratitude. I have you, I have your dad- you two are everything and there's nothing else in the world to want.

I am officially 39 weeks pregnant, and it just seems so surreal that pretty soon I will have a newborn. I've wanted to be a mother for my whole entire life, and it's about to happen. When I was a kid and it was my birthday or Christmas Eve, I would a lot of times wake up in the middle of the night and be so excited I couldn't sleep. I've done that twice in the past week! Normally I can take a nap in the day, no problem, but I am even too excited to do that. I just keep thinking about you. What will you look like? What will you sound like? I hope you get a deep voice like your dad. I secretly hope you are a miniature version of your dad. What will it feel like to hold you? Baby soft skin? What will birth feel like? I'm not nervous about birth at all, I'm looking forward to it. Maybe that's because I haven't done it before, but there's nothing I'd rather experience more than bringing you into the world. I want to feel it. I can't help but think of it as something sacred. I already love you, but I hear I am about to become totally smitten. I hope you are smitten back.

I also want you to know that normally I am an accidental procrastinator, meaning to be ready well before but always getting things done just in time. But you are different, we literally have everything ready for you. 

You can stay in my belly as long as you need to baby, but I am so excited to meet you that I hope you don't want to stay in there too much longer. I promise I will do my very best at being your mama. We are going to be so happy. I am so grateful Heavenly Father is trusting us with you, so is your dad.  We love you, our baby boy.

Love forever,

Your mama

Slacker Weeks, or Weeks 16-17/52

Terry's parents came for a quick weekend visit, and this was one of two pictures I snapped the whole weekend. The other one was just of those rocks in the background, so I figured this was the most interesting of the two. Gotta love a family photo where everyone is totally candid and unaware that I am taking a picture of them. Also gotta love Terry's Green Bay Packers hat that is literally from the 1990's (does that make it vintage?)
It's great when Terry's parents come visit because they love the outdoors and we always find that we are a little more active when they are here (when they came in February we did a bit of hiking by the Superstition Mountains, and then rode our bikes 15 miles to the botanical gardens).  This weekend we took it easy with a quick hike in the Dreamy Draw Mountain Preserve. Good thing we are so active when they come, because we also eat more delicious food with them than with any other people. Partly because they spoil us, and partly because Terry's dad is more obsessed with candy than I am, if that is possible (he even gives my dad a run for his money!). This weekend we went to a few delicious restaurants, ate a few good meals at home, and finished the weekend with a giant Easter Feast that we worked on for hours. Pork tenderloin, asparagus from our new favorite cookbook (seriously so amazing), potatoes and carrots, italian sodas, and Terry finally nailed the french bread recipe he had been working on for three weekends (another one of Julia's).  Our friend also brought a delicious strawberry-rhubarb pie. Everything was delicious, and the company was the best, and it is what I should have taken a picture of, but I was too busy cooking and talking. So happy late Easter!


Went to the Botanical Gardens with a friend, and it was blooming and beautiful. Go in mid April to early May, you guys. I went three times in those three weeks and each time my breath was taken away. Gotta get in some green and some flowers before the heat really gets serious here and the whole entire world turns brown and all my plants sitting in pots on my patio die.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014


I noticed when Terry and I were dating that he liked to cook-which was great, because I didn't. My culinary skills were limited to boiling pasta and frying an egg. Literally. After we got married, and my cooking-less skills resulted in Terry dropping 10-15 pounds, I started to feel really guilty and learned to cook so I could feed my starving husband (literally). When I say I learned to cook, I mean Terry taught me how to cook. Also, I used Pinterest. Between the two of them I feel pretty confident in my cooking abilities and the biggest miracle is that I actually LIKE to cook now?!?!?!? (WHO AM I?)

Last year for my birthday Terry got me Julia Child's "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" cookbooks. These books are really great because they aren't only full of recipes, they also give step-by-step techniques. So you really can "master the art of French cooking" rather than just make a bunch of French food. We have slowly been mastering a few recipes  and a few weeks prior to this picture Terry got the burning desire to learn how to roast a chicken. Which sounds really simple and unimpressive, but we had just had really delicious roast chicken at a restaurant and we realized we had no idea how to make a chicken taste that good, but Julia probably did. It wasn't just about roasting the chicken, but also about learning to make the most delicious fowl we had ever digested.

I would say we nailed it. The chicken was really, really, really, really moist/juicy/delicious/everything we dreamed it would be (thanks Julia).

This is Terry, on a Sunday afternoon, carving his prize bird with care.

P.S. I love this man.

Monday, May 5, 2014


Terry, #3, and I made it to the Chihuly exhibit at the Botanical Gardens at night. It is really beautiful in the daytime, but when I saw it at night I realized, "oh, THIS is how it's meant to be viewed". This was one of my favorite displays, so striking. 

At first taking pictures at night was REALLY difficult, but I played around with my camera a bit and I felt like I learned a lot, and I actually really like a lot of the pictures from this night. 


I know I wasn't supposed to use any more i-Phone photos for this project, but my camera was dead. And this bike ride was so picture worthy.

March is my favorite month in Arizona. Everything blooms and it's not (too) hot yet. Everything seems really alive. We rode our bikes to a baby shower, and we rode through my favorite neighborhood, the one where even though you are smack dab in the middle of a giant city, you don't feel like it, and you might even stumble upon a dirt road if you're lucky. If you're not lucky, you'll still see lots of palo verde trees and bougainvillea and other flora and fauna, which are totally worth the ride in my opinion.

P.S. Our WorkCycles are bomb.


Spur of the moment trip to San Diego to meet up with Terry's sister and her family. Terry is obviously smitten with our little niece, Vera. Here they are looking at the Jaguar at the San Diego Zoo.

P.S. The San Diego Zoo is awesome. And I am not an animal person but I was totally impressed with the Jaguar. Now I understand why someone would name a luxury line of cars after this feline.