Cutest. Child. On Earth.

I really do believe it.  Now we have tried not to let Lucy completely take over the blog.  But sometimes she just needs a solo shout out.  I want to curse at how delectable she is.  (We just wish she was a happier baby.  Maybe a smile would be nice once in a while.)

I think my heart just might burst.

P.S...ACS. (Abrupt change of subject).  Does it not make you batty how deep of a sleeper your husband is?  Does anyone feel me out there?? He is over snoozing away on the couch and I've been cleaning up the kitchen, banging around all the pots and pans on purpose, talking loudly on the phone... and absolutely nothing from him.  Not a peep.  You'd think his breathing would change or he'd moan or something, but nothing!  Is he even alive?! I might be the world's lightest sleeper, like when he quietly gets out of bed in the night to use the bathroom I will frequently startle him, "Where are you going?" the moment his foot touches the floor. I wake up at EVERYTHING! So naturally, I am often overcome with jealousy. It's a curse.  I think I'll take a blow horn over there now. Or maybe fire off a round of ammo. I'm disgusted by his peacefulness. 

Exciting new things at 11 months.

Sad and happy that we've embarked upon this new territory.  I guess I might as well embrace the coming of age of this little turkey because there is no gettin around it.  She is so thrilled with herself! And that wobble makes me beam like nothing else!  Sure makes up for the days that I have to remind myself that I indeed have a brain in my head that enables me, if needed, to do more than endless amounts of laundry and talk cave-man all day.

SO happy he was born. Let us celebrate!

Jason's birthday happened to fall on Father's Day this year.  I sorta felt sorry for him at first, the poor chap having to cram two special occasions into one little day.  However, as we inched closer to the time of festivity, it became apparent that it was instead a brilliant stroke of luck that brought these two days of adoration and jubilation together! A text conversation between he and I went as follows last week:

 Me: I'm missing my husband.  Can't wait to celebrate your birthday! I love you.  Him:  Well that's a nice thing to say.  I love you too and I can't wait to celebrate my birthday ALL weekend."  I think I started hearing, "But it's my birthday..." as early as Thursday.  Anyhoo, it was a glorious weekend, glorious indeed!  Oh how I love that husband of mine! (I know there is a lot of bragging about how much husbands are loved on many-a-blog out there, probably even lots more around Father's day, but I really do love my husband so much more than any of you love yours. :)

Lucy was very eager to get her little mitts on all the birthday loot.  And yes folks, that's a chainsaw! Thanks G-ma and G-Pa Christensen! We have some great pranks planned for Halloween, and it will be so much funnier now that it's a real one! ha!

Jason has become quite the connoisseur of macaroni and cheese.  LOVES the stuff.  Call it comfort food, but this particular dish brings me no comfort. This dish below is the object of great love and of loathing in our house.  Morton's mac and cheese- are you familiar with it?  Stay away from it if you're not- cream cheese, parmesan cheese, swiss and cheddar... along with a cup and a half of heavy cream (6 grams of fat PER TEASPOON).  Unfortunately I did the math and that means in cream alone there is 432 grams of fat in this casserole dish you see.  I wanted to off myself after that revelation.  So you can imagine how absolutely delectable it is!! Definitely a once-a-year dish.

Lucy ready for church on her Daddy's day... maybe more delicious than the mac and cheese.

 And of course, we had to go big with the traditional seven peaks party all day today.  Go big or go home!!  Love the high school cheerleaders we got in the background posing in their photo shoot! They were practicing cheers most the day. Funny.

She loves that dadda.

Lots has changed in Lucy's life since Dad's last birthday hoorah.

Lucia last year:

Lucia this year:

What an unbelievable husband and father Jason truly is.  How fortunate I am.  How fortunate Lucy and I both are to have such a man.  We couldn't love him more.  Happy Father's Day and Happy Happy Birthday to my hubbers!

Random.

I have been a very lame blogger lately. Lame, indeed. It's just that I have no good material. I got nothin. Sure, I could simply document all that's going on in our lives... every new little thing Lucy is doing...the little summer jaunts we are taking...every out-of-place hair that I pluck (I found my very first gray the other day) but I'd at least like to do it in a spicy way... entertain you, if you will. (And I think you will.) Man I'd hate to really be a stand up comedian. What do they do when their minds go completely blank?? And how do you know when what's in your mind will really produce big laughs from your audience?? I mean, I've had some hilarious things roll around in my mind before, things that have made me laugh out loud, but there have been times, when Jason asks me what it is I am chuckling about... I tell him, and sometimes (few and far beween) he doesn't laugh- in fact sometimes he doesn't even smile. He might just tell me, "not funny," and I'll say, "Really? Are you sure it's not?" I wonder if he's just jealous though, that I thought of the funny thing and not him. Anyway- despite the fact that I don't really have anything funny to say, I figure I'd update anyway on our most recent occurrences. I hate to say it, but it's mostly for documentation purposes and not so much to entertain you.

First of all! Meet my adorable friend Candice, who is expecting her second little one, her first little girl. Our love story is one for the books, she was my teacher in the MTC... I thought her spanish was amazing and her lessons even better... she thought my missionary bob was really something... and the rest is history. She is really, really great. So, we had to shower her with love and gifts. Lots of fun women=lots of fun.

Second of all! I had my first piano recital since I was about 12 years old! Hooray for me. I was the one and only big person among many 6 and 7 year-olds. I have always loved to play and have been wanting to get back into piano lessons for YEARS, and finally have, and I am loving it... except the fact that my wonderful teacher Courtney is moving to Boston this Thursday. Anyone know any good teachers?

I even played the entire piece with my eyes closed to add to the effect... I may have even swayed a little Stevie Wonder style.

Third of all! The car show at Thanksgiving Point!

After the car show, we sortof snuck around and snapped a few shots, I'm pretty sure we were supposed to have purchased a pass to take them, but come on people! Your gardens are not too good for us! We only had to dive into the bushes 3 times to hide from the picture patrol.

A good little mix...

A little-a-Jason...

(Isn't that the sweetest little boy??)

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a little-a-Meradith

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A little Lucia. Isn't she divine.

She definitely got my little nose and her daddy's big wide perfectly round eyes... we're still figuring out the rest. I'm sorry, I don't care that this is the way human beings have been and always will be created, but there is still something SO weird and alien-ish about looking at a little face and seeing that it's YOU morphed with the person you love most, 50/50. So weird and so awesome. She makes my heart and my life so full.