Realistic Goals

After showing the Bennett video to The Husband (yes, I am a proud birthmom to say the very least! ...and I was pretty impressed with myself that I could post a video on the blog without too many malfunctions), he asked if that was why I want a monkey.

...Apparently I have requested a monkey often enough for him to notice that I want one...

Me: I always wanted a monkey!
The Husband: Well, I always wanted a penguin, so...
Me: ... penguins are a lot harder to obtain than monkeys...

Obviously a monkey is a more logistical, realistic goal.
That's a no-brainer.
Jeeze.

Out of the Mouths of Babes

I was sent this video via e-mail yesterday (Monday). 
Unfortunately with my hectic schedule (more on that in the future) I wasn't able to view it until today. 
But since then I have viewed it about a gazillion-billion-trillion-centillion times.
**FYI: Centillion is 10 to the power of 303 (United States and Modern British)...thanks wikipedia for making me look smart!**

Anyway. 
I don't want to brag or anything, but this little Monster is about 20 months, and a GENIUS!
I am so proud of him.
I could gush on forever about how wonderful life has been since B. 
He has transformed my life, every day is a gift and a blessing. 
I owe him a lot. 
He is my favourite gift. For life.

I can hardly wait until our next play-date. 
Hopefully we can teach him some variation of my name. 
(That would basically make my forever. Just saying.)

If you want to play this video a few times, feel free, I won't judge.

<3

Poking Fun

The conversation after dinner while I was washing the dishes:

Me: *scrubbing away* You can come hug me from behind if you want. And nuzzle my neck a bit. 

(inner thought: just like in all the romantic commercials that make house keeping look like a dream!)

The Husband: Why?

Me: Because I feel bloated, my pee burns, and I just gave money to a stranger*...I need a little love.

The Husband: *chuckles

Me: I can put that on the blog if you want. So people can make fun of me.**

The Husband: Sounds good.

*It turns out I am a sucker for solicitors. I feel bad for them! And they always have such a good cause! Early in our marriage I purchased a magazine subscription for some high school guys that came around our neighbourhood. Being the good wifey that I am, I even made sure it was a manly magazine so The Husband couldn't be too mad at me (it was for him after all)...It is now 5 months later and we have yet to receive our first issue. Technically they have one.more.month. to deliver, but I am not holding my breath.

So I figured with this second set of magazine hustlers I would have learned my lesson. And I tried to resist, I really did. But I was no match for his fast-talking compliments and the brisk weather outside. I attempted to make a one-time donation to their cause (a youth group program) but it ended up qualifying us for a magazine anyways, so The Hubs said we might as well get a magazine delivered if we paid enough anyways.

Sigh. I want to be able to trust people. Even if they are scammers. If they are that desperate for my $20, then they probably need it more than I do. But perhaps I will eventually learn my lesson and slam doors in more faces.

**I offer to have people make fun of me because The Husband feels like I put up embarrassing things that he says/does...which is true. So I'm trying to be fair by posting my stupid sayings as well. Hurrah equal embarrassment rights!

*Muah

That is me.
Kissing my savings goodbye.

The Husband found & purchased a trials bike this weekend.

Which is great! Don't get me wrong, this is what we have been saving for, this was in the plan.
It just isn't a super convenient time for me.
Then again, when would be?

At least now I will get to focus my savings on other things.
Goodbye savings, hopefully we shall be reunited after the Christmas Holidays.

Side Note: I had to Google "how to spell a kissy sound" just to make sure I had it right. I care about you, that much!
Double Side Note: The Husband just read the blog post, and he just smiles ear-to-ear whenever his bike comes up. He is spoiled.

Dinner

Last night I lost track of time. 
It was 6:15 pm and I had rushed through the door only to tell The Husband that I had a Relief Society activity in 10 minutes.
I wouldn't have time to make him dinner.
He would have to fend for himself. 

I tried to rattle off some options, but he said "I'll be fine." 
OK. Good enough for me. Off I went.

When I made it back home I asked him how his night went, he listed off some activities, and also included what he ate for dinner.

It went like this:
-- Carrots
-- Doritos
-- A Can of Spaghetti O's

...Amazing.

{almost} Encouragement

If you recall, I joined Jazzercise this summer, and (when I go) it is a blast. But lately, with the cold weather creeping in and my bed being so wonderfully warm, I have been slacking. 
Recently I read somewhere that it can be good for a couple to work out together, to motivate each other, offer support, etc.
...No offense to Jord, but I don't want to see him doing the hip walk at Jazzercise. And he doesn't need to see me all red-faced and sweaty. Not my best moments.
So, in an effort to keep us connected as a couple, I told Jord about some goals I would like to set:

• Go to Jazzercise 3x a week
• Drink at least 2 bottles of water during day (roughly 4-5 cups)
• Eat smaller portions
• Cut back on snacking

Jord had a few goals as well, so we are now prepared to keep each other motivated and remind one another of why we want to exercise. (What a good couple we are!)

As I washed some dishes from dinner I told Jord I have been feeling fat recently (truth!) ...I have picked up 5-8 lbs since we were married and I do not intend to let it hang around. I waited politely for my encouragement, and when it didn't come, I gently suggested he encourage me.

The Husband's Encouragement: But you have a plan!

Not quite what I was looking for. 

He eventually found his way to "you are always beautiful," much better.

Leadership

Talking Over Dinner

Me: ...the man is the head of the family, but the woman is the --
The Husband: PANTS!
Me: ...no. Neck. The woman is the neck who moves the head.
          ...Why would you say pants?
The Husband: Haven't you ever heard that expression? "Who wears the pants in the relationship?"
Me: Yes, but I was talking about body parts...
The Husband: ...so?

Sucker for a Sale

So. Blogging World. I have done something I never thought I would do.

I have this friend. Let's call her...Rachael... She started this trend ages ago.

If there was something on sale that she would need in the future, but didn't necessarily need it right away, she would often buy it. This holds true for baby items especially. She does not have a baby, but she has nearly everything one might need for a baby. Which is smart really. Then it's not a huge expense when the time actually comes.

So.

When Facebook had a "promo code" that I could redeem for a FREE baby sling, I couldn't help but investigate. For the record: I Google'd the company first to make sure it was legit and entered the promo code to make sure it wasn't outrageous. But it was TRUE! All I needed to pay was shipping & handling, which was about $12. So I asked The Husband for permission, permission granted. Items purchased.

THEN when they gave me my order number, they provided TWO MORE promo codes...

So.

Yes. I did it. I BOUGHT THOSE THINGS TOO! But really, I saved a bazillion dollars.OK. Not a bazillion, I could probably make the things I wanted, but buying them was so much easier! haha.

The Best Part --> I bought Baby Things. A baby sling, a carseat cover, and an udder cover (cover for breastfeeding).

And No. We aren't expecting. Or even expecting to expect.

(I just can't fight a sale!)

Interested?

Check it out:

https://www.sevenslings.com     ---     Promo Code "Free"

https://www.uddercovers.com    ---     Promo Code "Seven" (from Seven Slings, get it?!)

http://www.carseatcanopy.com/ ---     Promo Code "Seven"

**I'm sorry, I can't guarantee how long these deals are available, so ACT NOW!**

Good News

Instant Messaging Conversation:

Anonymous Friend That Shall Remain Anonymous: +

Me: PREGNANT?!

Anonymous: Yep!

Best. Friday Morning. News. Ever.

Over Thinking

While in that magical state of consciousness between passed-out-sleeping and simply lying-there-waiting-for-sleep, I got to thinking about thoughts. 

Yes, very intelligent of me, I know. 

I was specifically pondering the phrase "food for thought." We use that phrase when we present a new thought to someone else, and want them to ponder the information provided. 

So, in providing "food for thought," are we not making thoughts cannibals? Their "food" is simply more thoughts. 

Thoughts eating more thoughts. 

It's a mad world.

Family Planning...?

The Husband: What's with everyone being divorced and having kids? ...Maybe they should figure out if they even like each other before having kids.

Me: ...Do you like me?

The Husband: ...I don't know yet.

Sunday School

The Husband and I teach Sunday School to ages 14-17. 

It has been an awesome experience thus far. We are learning a lot and the kids are amazing.

But apparently I need to be cautious about what I stick in their little heads...

Me: What are you going to tell your parents you learned in class today?

Sunday School Class: Ladies & Babies are delicious!

It's a long story, but we were talking about the scriptures/gospel being delicious

...and obviously these other things are delicious as well...

I’m so getting fired from my calling.

Pillow Talk

** Precursor: The Husband is not a dancer. He. Does. Not. Dance.** 

So on the evening of my birthday (July 15) I asked him to dance for me before bed. This conversation was on the following night...

Me: I know what song you should have danced to last night!

    (I begin to sing) ...I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt so sexy it hurts... I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the cat walk, ya I shake my little tush on the catwalk... I'm too sexy for for Milan, too sexy for Mylan, New York and Japan...Do you even know that song?!

The Husband: Yes, but not word for word like you obviously do.

Me: ...
           ...I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party, the way I'm disco daaaaaancing...

Expectations

So. The Husband and I have (finally) received callings in our new family ward: Sunday School Teachers! And here is the icing on the cake: we have ages 14-17.

So.Much.Fun.

Today we went over some expectations with the class while we were getting to know them:

Us: Do the readings. Talk about things that are relevant. TALK in class, no texting.

Kids: Treats.

Pillow Talk

So I like to talk to The Husband about babies, even if we don't plan on having any for a while. Last night's conversation was about circumcision.

**If you aren't comfortable with that topic, read no further!**

[But it is pretty funny, you will be sad you missed out.]

FYI: uncircumcised babies are dubbed "hooded warriors" thanks to an old friend of mine coining the phrase.

I was asking Jordi if we planned on circumcising our children...

Me: ...Lauren's baby is a hooded warrior.
The Husband: You don't know that.

Me: Yes I do, I asked her.
The Husband: I thought you said the Lord's Baby.

Me: ...Yes. ...Jesus.

Why Hello...

...sinus infection. 

Nope, can't say I missed you the last month. 

Feel free to leave as soon as possible and let me and The Husband get some sleep.

Although I have new appreciation for the Kleenex with Lotion we purchased. 

*sniff

Cleanliness is Next to Godliness

The Husband: What did you do today?

Me: I cleaned both the bathrooms and did the floors and the kitchen floor too.

The Husband: You cleaned the bathroom again?

Me: Ya, it has been a week. Two people showering each day is 14 showers a week.

The Husband: ...

Hand Cramp!

Weddings are a blast. Everyone is happy. The bride and groom are *exhausted* stunning and smiling until their faces hurt. There are treats. There are decorations. And there are presents! I am so thankful for all the amazing gifts that we received. It helped so much when we moved and began our new adventure together.

So of course I want to thank everyone. Every. One. With their own personalized card, hand-written with a photo included. But that takes some serious time. I have been writing cards all day every day for a lot of days. (While watching every movie in our combined collection...most of which were mine.)

So tonight for FHE I had one goal: getting those thank-yous ready for delivery! Which required The Hubs. He too needed to sign each.and.every.card. And there were a lot. But he was a Champion! I'm so proud. I publicly promise that we will have better FHE's in the future, but this was necessary.

Sign. Photo. Stamp. Seal. Repeat.

Cards getting ready for the post!

This one is here just because he's so dang cute.