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If I had to pick one word to describe the last 5 months it would be EXHAUSTING. Of course it has been amazing, insane, beautiful, and magical...but I was limited to one word. I'm so sad that I didn't keep a journal during my pregnancy. I LOVED my pregnancy and want to remember everything from it, but now I will have to do my best to write down as much as I can remember. 

With the girls turning 5 months this week and finally feeling like I'm getting a handle on things, I made a goal to write down the girls' birth story before 6 months. What an over achiever I would be if I finished it before they turned 5 months! So...here we go:

Like I said, I loved my pregnancy. Never before had I ever been so happy. I remember moments just sitting quietly and thinking "I am SO happy". I obviously have been happy most my life, but I never remember just spending time thinking about it.

I was so excited for my girls, and because I was considered high-risk we got to have an ultra-sound every 2 or 3 weeks. It was so fun seeing them so often, and I think that's why I felt so connected to them. I knew which one was which and what their personalities were. As I got further into my pregnancy, things weren't quite as enjoyable. For anyone who saw me after about 28 weeks, you know...I was HUGE! I didn't realize how big I was until I started looking at pictures--bad idea.

 After 22 weeks my doctor pretty much forbid me from doing any physical activity, and that's around when I started having contractions just about anytime I moved. They were just braxton hicks, but very annoying and uncomfortable none the less. A couple weeks after that during an appointment they discovered I had a short cervix. They gave me steroid shots to help develop the girls lungs in case they came early, and put me on modified bed rest. I was allowed to go to work since I sat at a desk, but when I was home I was told to stay in bed. My work was amazingly accommodating and let me work from home several days a week. I always was a little worried I might go into labor, so every week felt like an accomplishment. Around 33 weeks I went into early labor. Luckily they were able to stop it and I got another round of steroids. At that point every day felt like it could be THE day. That's when it got tough. I was HUGE, I had gained 50 lbs, and every time I stood up my belly went rock hard from contractions. It got to the point where my leg would go numb and I would have to hobble for about 30 seconds before the feeling would come back.

It was up in the air whether or not I would have to have a C-section or not. About 50% of mothers having twins have to. My doctor said the only way he would try a vaginal birth is if both babies were head down when it was time to deliver. I struggled with the decision for most of my pregnancy of if I would be more at ease scheduling a c-section just so I would know what to expect, plus I was super scared of the idea of giving birth vaginally to baby A and then baby B flipping and having to do a c-section. I did not want to deal with that kind of recovery. I finally decided I would take my chances at a vaginal birth, and if it wasn't an option when it was time then I would do what I had to. I knew any way would be fine, but this was what I wanted. I wanted the "It's time" moment, where unexpectedly I would realize my girls were coming and we better get to the hospital.

By 36 weeks I did not care how they came. I WANTED THEM OUT! I was sooo incredibly uncomfortable, couldn't sleep, and I don't think there was a shirt in the world that fit over my belly. At my appointment my doctor said he would induce at 37 if they had not come. My blood pressure was on the rise and I think he could tell I was going mad. We had just moved to Salt Lake, it was a tough move but we were pretty much unpacked....we were ready for these girls to come!

On May 27th (Memorial Day), I got my huge self dressed to go do some shopping with my mom. She had gotten in the night before since we knew I would have the girls that week. Before we went out, Tim wanted to take one last prego picture of me. At the time I thought "perfect, I've done my hair and I'm dressed cute". But after I looked at the picture I realized how wrong I was. 

I cried and changed my clothes two more times before I felt ready to go out with my mom. We bought fabric for the nursery curtains and did a walmart run to pick up the last few items I thought we needed. We came home, my mom made a beautiful dinner, then all three of us sat down on the couch to watch the first episode of the Bachelorette (Des' season). About an hour in, I felt a huge gush to which I jumped off the couch and yelled "MY WATER JUST BROKE!" I moved to the wood floor, and stood on a towel while Tim got everything we needed put in the car. I was so excited! There was no mistake that my water had really broken and so I knew they couldn't turn me away at the hospital. About 20 minutes later we were ready to go. We were delivering at Orem Community so we had about a 30 minute drive. It was so much fun, it seemed like we had been waiting years for this and we knew it finally was time.

We got to the hospital around 9 PM, we were the only ones there so we got the best suite and lots of amazing nurses. They checked to see if my water really had broken, then did a quick ultra-sound to check the babies' position. BOTH were head down! I was so relieved because a week before baby B was breech. I was at a 4 and fully effaced but not in active labor so they started me on small dosages of pitocin.

Red is Baby A, Green Baby B

Orem community is a small hospital and it was the middle of the night, so there wasn't an anesthesiologist there. The nurses gave me a heads up that when I wanted my epidural to keep in mind it would take about an hour to get it from when I asked for it. I was fully planning on getting an epidural, plus I was pretty much required to since there was the chance of an emergency c-section. I'm embarrassed to say I hadn't done much research on it or given it much thought since the whole time I really thought I would have to have a c-section. I didn't know when would be best to get it, so I decided I would wait as long as I could. My thought process being "what if I have to go to the bathroom or want to walk around". Which didn't really matter. I would definitely say I waited longer than I should have. My contractions were coming on STRONG because of the pitocin and were about a minute and a half apart. I finally decided it was time, so I gave the word. About an hour later they came with my epidural, my contractions were about a minute apart. Getting the epidural was SO painful. Not the actual needle, but the position I had to be in for the ten minutes it took for him to give it to me. I was hunched over my massive belly which was about the worst position I think I could have been in while having intense contractions. I held Tim's hand for what felt like forever until the doctor finally finished. I was perfect after that. I could still move my legs around pretty easily but no longer felt the contractions. 

I didn't really sleep but I felt relaxed. Around 6am they told me I was at a 10, but the operating room was booked most of the morning and they wanted me to deliver in one in case I needed a c-section. So they let me rest and descend in hopes I wouldn't have to push for very long once they were ready for me. They took us to the operating room around 9:30am and got me set up. Tim had to wear these ugly, plastic scrubs, and we both wore caps. I remember Tim asking me if I thought it would be okay to wear his flip flops in the operating room and I told him he should be wearing real shoes when our daughters are born.

The operating room made me feel like I was Mike Teavee from Willy Wonka in the white room where they shrunk the candy bar. Everything was so bright and white. There was a huge team of nurses and doctors in there for us, and it kind of felt like we were there to accomplish some big, important mission--I guess we were! We had double the nurses because we were having two babies, and we also had NICU nurses just in case. Then there was an anesthesiologist, two respiratory specialists, and our OB.

They had me start pushing. It was amazing. There was this huge team there just for us, helping and cheering us on. Tim was on my right side holding my hand and one of my legs, and I had a nurse on my left doing the same. It was so different  than what I've seen in movies. They always scream in the movies, but I realized that doesn't make sense because you can't push and scream at the same time. Anyways, I had been pushing about an hour or so and then they called in my doctor, Dr. Harward. When I was pushing with just the nurses they were very encouraging and would tell me how good I was doing, but when Dr. Harward came we got down to business. He really pushed me to dig deeper, I needed it. In between pushes we all started talking about Bachelorette. I told them how my water had broke in the middle of it and it seemed like everyone in the room had also watched it, including Dr. Harward. We talked about which bachelors we liked, and the weird guy who didn't wear a shirt. I kept pushing. 

Quinn Elaine

Tim could see Quinn's head. It was so painful. It seemed like the epidural was working for my contractions but I could feel EVERYTHING when I pushed. I ended up having to get an episiotomy. Tim said there was no way she was coming out and Dr. H wanted to control the direction of the tear. I was not happy about it, but it really didn't end up being too bad of a recovery. I did a final push and felt huge relief. Quinn's head was out, and a second later, she was here. 11:20 am. It was silent for a few long seconds and then she let out a cry. Tim said it felt like he walked into a wave when he heard it. I know what he means, it was like getting the wind knocked out of me but having it replaced with something else, awe maybe. They quickly checked her out, she peed, they weighed and measured her, checked her pulse and her breathing. She was 5 lbs 11 oz, 19 inches long.

Then they handed her to me. My very first thought when I saw her was "she looks like me". My mom had brought my baby pictures down with her and I had looked at them the day before. I was a huge baby, a 9 pounder. Quinn was a skinny thing, but she had the same slanted eyes I had when I was a baby. She was a little mushed, and her nose was a little swollen, and she was so amazing. From about 20 weeks into my pregnancy, Quinn had established her position as baby A and never gave it up. She was the aggressor of the two. I always felt her kick, it was like she wanted to make sure I knew she was there and was thinking about her. That same personality has continued through these first months of her life. She is definitely the squeaky wheel. 

Kennedy Knoble

They took Quinn to the nursery, and then it was back to work. I remember wanting to know what Kennedy's position was, and when Dr. H said she was head down. I was SO relieved. NO C-SECTION! They broke Kennedy's water and I started pushing again--at least I tried to. I had been in so much pain during Quinn's delivery that they had upped my epidural and given me some local anesthetic, but I don't think it kicked in until I started pushing with Kennedy. I couldn't feel anything. I remember telling the doctor "I'm so sorry, I'm not tired at all, I just can't even tell if I'm pushing". It made it really hard, and I was so frustrated. Finally Dr. H decided to use the vacuum. He only had to do it for about two seconds and she was out. It went so quickly, just about 20 minutes after Quinn. Kennedy cried right away and much louder than Quinn. I can't remember what she sounded like, I just remember thinking her cry was different than Quinn's. Kennedy weighed 6 lbs 1 oz, 20 inches. I was thrilled. I was really hoping they would both be at least 5.5 lbs and they were!

When they gave her to me my first thought was "she looks just like one of Matt's babies". Matt is Tim's older brother. Kennedy definitely had the Michaelis look. And she was gorgeous, seriously she was perfect. I will always remember her flared nostrils breathing so hard. I just kept thinking how beautiful she was. It was amazing meeting her. I had felt such a strong bond with Kennedy during my pregnancy. I decided who she was first. She was quiet and calm in my belly. I often would worry about her because I rarely felt her kick, but I knew fairly early on that she was a sweetheart, and I knew she was Kennedy.

Quinn, Kennedy

When they took her away I sent Tim to be with the girls in the nursery. This was our plan from the beginning, and looking back I would still have done it this way, but I was totally clueless about what came next. I had completely forgot about delivering the placentas. I thought I was done. Nope, I still had two placentas inside me...oh yeah. So delivering them was no big deal, but then Dr. H said that one of them had torn, so he needed to go in and make sure he got everything out. I remember being terrified. Tim was gone, I felt so alone. And then I felt so much pain. I seriously felt like I was in a horror film. I was squeezing the poor nurses hand beside me, I don't think I could have done it without her. The doctor used these scary tools and started scraping me out. Kind of like how you would clean out a pumpkin, except bloody. So much pain. And it seemed to last forever. I don't know how long it took but I would guess around 30 minutes. Then they wheeled me back to my room.

I was so so glad my mom was there waiting. Tim was still in the nursery, I quickly told my mom how amazing the girls were. Then Tim came in and took my mom with him into the nursery. I was alone. I burst into tears. I think the stillness gave me time to realize what a crazy ordeal I had just been through. A nurse came in and I think I scared her. I was sobbing. I finally calmed myself down, and a couple minutes later my mom and Tim came back in, followed by my girls.

Tim handed me Quinn and I immediately started crying again. I did some skin to skin with her for a little and then switched to Kennedy. I don't think I ever held both of them on me at the same time in the hospital. I wish I had. I was so out of it though. I was completely exhausted and felt so weak. The girls were so skinny. The skin on there legs wrinkled up like there was too much of it for their bony bodies. Everyone kept telling me to rest but I just wanted to stare at them and hold them and take pictures.

Kennedy

Quinn

We all went to the nursery a little later for their first bath. I was still in a wheel chair and I kept nodding off, it was so hard to stay awake. The girls were so so tiny. Tim did perfect. I don't think I changed a single diaper at the hospital. I mostly laid in bed while he changed diapers, finger fed them, and learned how to swaddle them. I was worried I would have no clue what to do when we got home.

The rest of our stay at the hospital was amazing. Tim and I always talk about how we want to go back. It was like a vacation. Our nurses were amazing and helped so much. Even though I felt like I had been hit by a car, I was on an amazing high. When we were walking out of the hospital we ran into another couple coming in that were there to have twins. I felt so much better than her...how silly of her to still have her babies in her belly. But then I was also a little jealous that they were just starting their hospital adventure and ours was just ending.

The ride home was so long. We picked up two different breast pumps on the way home--one we rented from the hospital and the other was the one I got through my insurance. The girls weren't strong enough to breast feed so the lactation specialist told me to rent a hospital grade pump to build my supply until they could. I have been pumping ever since. I did a little breast feeding with the girls, but for me it just seemed much easier to have a bottle around. Also, it allowed Tim to help feed the girls and I was never very excited about the idea of trying the double football hold. I can't believe I have made it five months pumping. It was so hard to do at the beginning, and I wanted to quit so many times, but I'm so grateful it has worked out. 

Life has been rough since we brought the girls home (to say the very least). The first couple weeks I think I was averaging 2-3 hours of sleep a day. I felt like a ghost of a person. I didn't want to see anyone, I felt awful. If Tim told me someone was coming over to see the girls I would start crying. I had to be reminded over and over to eat something. I was exhausted. I don't think I remember half of it now. But it has been the hardest thing I've ever done times about 10. I lost 40 lbs in 9 days and another 30 lbs over the next 3 months, which was great, but i think I just sweat it all off. I was ALWAYS sweating. Quinn had colic for the first couple months and would just cry and cry. We still are getting up with each of them 2 or 3 times a night, which is a huge improvement from even just a month ago. 

But on the bright side, we had our beautiful girls. I felt so incredibly lucky to have them. I told Tim the other day, "how often do people get exactly what they wanted? Do you realize we got EXACTLY what we wanted?" Tim and I had talked about having twins before we even started trying to have kids. Then when we started trying it took much longer than we thought. I haven't told very many people, but we had a miscarriage about 6 months before getting pregnant with the girls. Sometimes I think the baby we lost was Kennedy and she found her way back to us.

Kennedy-our little lamb

Things are getting easier, probably because the girls keep getting cuter and more fun. Sometimes my body just aches with love for them. I've done this thing my whole life where I clench my jaw at things that are cute. Like when we got a kitten, my jaw hurt for weeks. So my constantly sore jaw is proof that my babies are cuter than kittens. I've recently started feeling that same happiness from when I was pregnant. I tell Tim almost every day "I'm so happy. Our girls are beautiful." I still have really hard days, but I can only imagine that it will get more fun from here.

Quinn bird

I love Kennedy and Quinn more than I can understand or explain. It's so hard in the middle of the night sometimes when they wake up to not just take them back to bed with me and snuggle them. And they love us. That's the best part. Every smile, laugh, and flirty eyebrow (Quinn) they make just melts my heart because I know they love me. And it is the best kind of love I've ever felt from someone. 

I am so happy they have each other. I can't wait for them to discover they have a forever best friend. It's so comforting to know they will have each other to lean on through life. I hope they will always know how much we love them and how beautiful they are. 

Born together, best friends forever

The Best Hot Chocky

I have used the phrase "hot chocky" for as long as I can remember. I remember once being criticized for this by a friend, but I'm pretty sure she calls it that too now. Anyway, I was at Costco today (on a Saturday, wouldn't recommend) and they had a deal on Stephen's Hot Chocolate--4 for $12--so I indulged. The best thing about buying it from Costco, besides it being slightly cheaper, is that they have every flavor of Stephen's known to man. Most of these flavors I am very familiar with having a wonderful mother who raised me on it, but sometimes they come out with new flavors or limited editions. There were a couple new ones like chocolate cherry, or different flavored ciders...but peanut butter cups? It didn't sound delicious to me at first thought, but then I realized what it could mean, so I grabbed it along with three other flavors that I knew wouldn't disappoint. I made a cup of it as soon as I had the chance, and to my surprise, there were real peanut butter cups in the hot chocolate--something I didn't know when I purchased it. It was amazing...just heavenly. The peanut butter wasn't too strong, just right. Oh, and you will want a spoon handy when you drink it because there will be some left over peanut butter cups at the bottom of your cup. MMMMMM, it is so good. Go get some now!

Happy Halloween!

As you can see not much time went into costume preparation, actually only 10 minutes, but we were proud with what we came up with. This was at a friend's party and I was a doctor wearing Tim's scrubs (which were quite large) and Tim was my patient (please note the legit black eye). It was a fun party, we had our fortunes told--mine that I would be rich and Tim's that he would find true love (with me hopefully!). We also tied for first place in the hanging doughnut eating contest. We look forward to passing on these skills to our future children.

I also had a fun time celebrating Halloween at my work. We had a chili cook-off and pumpkin carving contest where I created this amazing piece...

Most everyone at my work dressed up which made it really fun, and for the last hour of work everyone who had kids brought them in their costumes to trick or treat at all of our desks. It was so fun to see all of the cute kids in their costumes. I dressed up as "PR Girl", a superhero version of myself. I had a cool outfit with a magenta cape with this seal on the back that a guy in our design department made for me...
It was a fun day and I feel lucky to work where I do. For the rest of Halloween weekend we just watched scary movies and ate candy! Yum! Hope everyone had a fun Halloween and is doing well!

This makes me giggle

Tom Cruise on home teaching

Coast to Coast

I had such a crazy/fun week. It started two Fridays ago in California at Tim's house. Tim drove up with his sister Melanie and me to spend a couple days with his family before he had to go back to school. We were able to spend all day Saturday with Tim's whole family minus his little brother Aaron who is in Samoa for a mission. Tim's brother and sister-in-law were there with their energy-filled, four boys. We swam and had a bbq at his house and it was a beautiful day. Sunday, Tim flew home and left me to fend for myself. It was the first time I had stayed at his parent's house without him, I was kind of nervous about it but I ended up having a really good time.

Monday marked the beginning of the (third?) annual girls trip that Tim's Grandma Gunn puts on every year. This year it was held at the Hales' beautiful beach house in San Juan Capistrano. The trip was from Monday-Thursday morning, but I had to take off early Wednesday morning to go to New Orleans for work. The house was AMAZING and it had its own private beach. I forgot to take a picture of the house but here's the view from the porch.

It was such a relaxing few days at the beach. I laid out and read my book for 3-4 hours both days. I also went on a bike ride with Autumn (which I am mysteriously still sore from), took a good walk by the beach, ate yummy yummy food provided by the mommies and aunts, and did a morning Zumba workout (led by Autumn). It was my first time trying zumba and it was pretty fun!

The Amazing Grandma Gunn

I was sad I had to leave early. I had such a nice time and was definitely needing some sun!

I got in to New Orleans around 4 on Wednesday. I was there for the NAA Education Conference and Expo. My company had a booth at the trade show that I had to help with. Pretty much ever since I started working there (about 2 months ago) I have been preparing for this trade show. Before I left for California I tried to make sure I confirmed all of the previous reservations I had made for New Orleans, but I had forgotten one. I had planned an activity for all of the sales and marketing people to go on Wednesday night. We were going to go airboating in the bayou and the van was going to pick us up at the hotel at 5. Right when I got off the plane I remembered and called the airboat place to confirm our reservation. Just my luck ,they had no record of our reservation even though our accountant had given them our credit card number. With the help of Tim feeding me phone numbers of other places that did airboat tours, I was able to scramble and find another place that would take 16 people out at night. Crisis averted. The tour was awesome and our captain/tour guide was crazy! I have some video footage of the whole thing at work, I will try to post some later if I can. Here are some pictures for now!

Our hard-to-understand Captain--he's been on Wife Swap. Check it out: http://www.movieweb.com/tv/TEgN1jgjpeYmjj/VInPSoosytmmro

Sales and marketing teams enjoying the swamp

The trade show started on Thursday. It was cool to see everything I had been helping with fall into place. There were hundreds of other booths, anyone who had anything to do with apartment rentals was there.

Our beautiful booth I helped design:)

Our super cool uniforms

Every year they have a keynote speaker and this year it was George W. Bush. Camera's weren't allowed, so sorry, no pictures. But I just have to say that I love George. Ever since he came to Albuquerque 5 1/2 years ago when I helped lead "4 more years" cheers with my friends Melissa and Strobbe. He gave a great speech and was very funny!

Thursday night we went to the Gala (party) at Mardi Gras world. It's the place they keep all of the floats for the Mardi Gras parade and it's right on the Mississippi, so the location was great. Big Bad Voodoo Daddy was playing and we hired professional lindy-hop dancers to wear our uniforms (see above) and dance at the party. I HAVE to remember to post a video of this because they were awesome! The party got out late and we were all hungry because they only served finger foods and alcohol at the party, so we went out to eat. The night ended with a bunch of us driving around, looking for dinner in a huge 12 passenger van with one of our drunk clients (and his father) who kept wanting to pick up his friends off of corners, making it 16 people in the van. Needless to say, I didn't get home til very late.

Friday was the last day of the trade show. I spent half of it on the floor and the other half with the photographer I had hired to take pictures of our clients for our website. I spent about 5 hours with the photographer and there was a lot of down time, so I got to know him pretty well. His name was Brad Edelman and he played 9 years for the New Orleans Saints. He was a really nice guy and gave me a couple recommendations for restaurants and told me if I needed help finding anything I could give him a call. I ended up going out that night with the girls I work with and we tried to go to one of the restaurants Brad told me about but it was full for the night, and just about every good restaurant was full because it was Friday. I ended up giving Brad a call who ended up just living about a block from where we were. We went over and met him and he practically gave us a walking tour all through the French Quarter and Jackson Square before he found us a restaurant that had seating and was to our liking. Kind of bizarre, but fun! We ate at a place called Muriels and the food was fantastic, French/Creole. I had a yummy goat cheese crepes with craw fish appetizer and pecan crusted puppy drum for my main course--best fish I have EVER tasted! After, we walked a little on Bourbon St. That place is crazy, didn't want to spend too much time there.

My Yummy Appetizer

Blurry picture of Bourbon St.

I was sad to leave, but by that time it had been 7 days since I had seen Tim, and I was ready to go home. I definitely recommend going to New Orleans if you get the chance! I would love to go back.

No Bueno Blogging

The small circle of blogs I follow are very similar to mine in that most of them aren't frequently updated, so I don't think I need to do the whole "Oh my, it's been forever since my last blog" because you all should be use to it by now!

Blogging isn't so fun anymore--it feels like a chore. Most likely because my new job entails keeping the company blog updated. At least I didn't have to do any research before writing this :)

We've done a couple things since our last blog. I turned 22 which sounds so much older than 21. I was recently informed that 25 is the ideal age because you are still young but it is the age that people start taking you seriously. So I guess I'm not old enough to be taken seriously, but I am really enjoying this stage of life Tim and I are in. I had a wonderful birthday. We went to Harvest at Thanksgiving Point for the first time...sooo yummy! Tim also made me a fabulous birthday cake (2 years in a row!)

Boston Cream Pie Cake :)

He also made me a caprese salad for my bday lunch which is one of my faves!

Tim and I finally took our honeymoon. We went on a 7-day cruise through the Mexican Riviera. We stopped at Puerta Vallarta, Mazatlan and Cabo. It was such a nice break from busy schedules of work and school. The best part was getting to spend seven whole days attached to my husband's hip. We literally spent every second together and it was so great for us. I really felt like it made us closer. Just to summarize it, we went to bed at about 10:30 every night, woke up at 9, took a two-hour nap EVERY day, sun-bathed and ate tons of yummy food. On the days we got off the boat we explored the cities, shopped, ate more yummy food and looked for a Mexican mermaid idol to add to Tim's sister, Megan's, collection haha :) In Mazatlan we took a salsa making class. We also learned how to make margaritas and salsa dance. It was a seriously hilarious activity. Most of the people there had drank so much tequila that they really struggled with the salsa dancing afterwards. Cabo was our favorite. Absolutely beautiful there--very clean!

Tim playing mini-golf on the boat at the Puerto Vallarta port

Mashing up some guac in Mazatlan

Beautiful Cabo San Lucas

Other good news, I FINALLY found an internship after 5 months of searching. It was absolutely worth the wait though. My internship has been such a great opportunity and I'm learning so much. I am doing PR/marketing/whatever random thing they need me to do, for a company that makes property management software. I'm super stressed and sometimes confused, but I am really enjoying myself.

Tim is back in school and working so hard. I'm a little sad he's so busy, but I know he loves it so I'm happy. He is almost done with spring semester and on track to get all A's! Tim and I will be taking a quick trip to his family's home in California next week. Tim will only be staying a day and a half. I'm staying a couple more days to go on the "Girl's only trip" with all of the wonderful women in his family! I'm really excited to get to spend some more time with Tim's sister's Megan and Autumn--who I barely ever get to see, and meet Tim's new nephew (he's only two months old so he's allowed to come with the girls).

I am currently the only person awake at the slumber party being held at my house right now. My nieces are spending the night and Tim is passed out on the other side of the couch. It was a nice evening though. We had pizza and ice cream sundays! We painted nails and watched Veggies Tales (Emma's choice). Tomorrow we will have sugar cereal and eggs for breakfast haha! I am told this is what the girls like! We watched a movie with our new friends, Syrell and Tate, after the girls fell asleep. They have lived across the street from us forever, but we have just recently realized how fun they are!

It is very late now and I am pretty sure I will be woken up early tomorrow! I'm going to wait to post this til tomorrow when I can put pictures up! Hope everyone is doing well! Love you!

It's still March

We have been pretty lame at making consistent new posts, but we have managed to write one every month since we started our blog, and we just realized it's an hour and a half til April!

A lot has happened since our last post...

1. The first that comes to mind (that we can remember) was getting to see all of our family towards the end of February. We were so happy to see everyone and it was such a special time to have almost all of our family here at the same time.

2. We bought tickets to go on a cruise! This was somewhat of an anniversary/first real honeymoon present to ourselves since we did a mid-semester wedding and only had two days to honeymoon...in Park City--yea we don't think it counts either. We are going in just two weeks and are starting to get really excited. We might need to fake bake so we aren't super white.

3. We signed up to be camp counselors at a summer camp for kids who have a parent with cancer called Camp Kesem. It is not until the end of August, but we have been going to counselor trainings and learning cool camp songs. One is about milk and you use each other's thumbs to pretend you're milking a cow. We had to come up with camp nicknames for the kids to call us; Tim's is Optimus (in honor of his nephews being big transformer fans) and mine is Pancakes (in memory of our precious kitty pet from last summer). 4. We got new carpet! Yay! Our carpet wasn't bad at all before, but Jean (the lady upstairs) is constantly remodeling. I'm thinking she is almost out of things to do--she has re-carpeted, redone the bathrooms, got new furniture, new marble counter tops in kitchen and bathrooms, painted, and I re-varnished her cabinets. That reminds me, I have unintentionally started a cabinet refinishing business. I sanded down and re-varnished all of Jean's kitchen cabinets, and then Peggy-the lady across the street wanted me to paint her cabinets--which I am almost finished with, and this weekend I will most likely be helping my friend, who just bought a new home, paint her cabinets. I feel like I'm getting kind of good at it.

5. Tim has been working at R.C. Willey for 6 months which means...DISCOUNT! Our place was mostly furnished when we moved in, so we never bought any furniture. Well we just bought lots--well to me it seem like lots. We got a beautiful sectional, a TV stand, a new mattress, a tree plant, and a pretty crib and baby dresser/changer--DISCLAIMER: We are not pregnant, and do not plan on being so anytime soon, but Tim thought it would be good to get all that stuff while we could get it cheap. Here is a picture of our first couch.
Tim took this of me mid-blogging. I asked him to so I could post the couch. Now that we have some new stuff it really has me in the mood to decorate. My birthday is in 6 days and I asked Tim if I could buy more decorations for my present. If you have any tips, send them our way. Goodbye until April.