I HATE:
Jake came home from work yesterday with a bag from Last Chance. He had purchased some decor for our baby's nursery. When he pulled it out of the bag, he showed it to me and said "I got these for _________'s room", right in front of my mom. I stared at him to see if he realized what he had done, and he had, so he casually re-said his sentence, "I got these for Baby's room".
We drove up a bridge leading into heaven.
We found some sunbathing turtles.
And we found this little guy checking us out 
Say hello to my name twin. She is from London and we basically live identical lives. She is an assistant at a consulting firm. I am an assistant at a law firm. She spent 6 months in the "dispute resolution department", which is exactly like the grievance and appeals department at my last job in Phoenix (where I spent 6 months). She also used the word "whilst" in her profile, which I love. It's probably more frequently used in England, but I still enjoyed reading it. (Thanks Jill for the idea).
One big change for me was doing laundry with sleepy kitties nearby. Ethel has always loved a damp towel, and my hang-to-dry pile of clothes were an inviting place for a nap for her. Fred just sleeps all the time.
Anyway, Jake's last final ends at noon today, and then we can start packing. That's right, we haven't started packing for our move this weekend yet. Jake's 2-week final period is so intensive that it's impossible for him to focus on other tasks, so we decided it would be best to just wait and do everything today and tomorrow. I started a little by cleaning up the extra bedroom (aka nursery) and doing laundry, but we have a long way to go. Plus, my primary presidency decided not to find a replacement for me even though they got a 5-week notice that we were moving, so I told them I could be at church on Sunday to teach my class.
So, I will see all of the Mesanites on Monday. We'll throw a pool party or something next week, since I hear it hit 100 degrees in the valley this week.
(on the right)
I am blessed with a sister who is a size bigger than me. Now, this might not seem like a blessing to her, but it is. Cathy was fortunate enough to go through this thing people call "puberty" when she was a teenager. She grew in all the right places, and so she is an average girl now with these things called "hips". I on the other hand, skipped that phase. Or, I guess I should say I decided to enter it way late, leaving me with very little time to mature. I ended up with a flat butt. So I wear (wore) small sized pants. Cathy wears regular sized pants. And now I get to too, thanks to my weekend in Mesa last week and my ability to take some of her jeans back to Tucson before she realized it.
I guess I'll have to go shopping soon.
p.s. Check back Tuesday to hear our baby gender news!
I love most all Easter candy. I love Peeps, Cadbury eggs, and all the regular candy turned pastel. But something I especially love is the chocolate bunny. Now, don't get me wrong, I had one this year and it was pretty gross (I think they changed the recipe or something), but it's tradition. Every year, my family would have an Easter egg hunt in our living room on Easter morning, and there would be 4 chocolate bunnies hidden throughout the area. These bunnies were so popular, that the Easter Bunny had to label them so that each child got one.Well, this year while I was shopping for Jake's Easter basket, I came across a chocolate bunny that was about 14-15" tall, but wasn't in any plastic wrap. I walked up to it to examine it further, and then tried to pierce it with my fingernail (that's also how I tell if plants are real - some fake plants look so lifelike). Anyway, it didn't pierce, so I realized that I was dealing with a FAKE chocolate bunny. I thought it was awesome. Of course I couldn't buy it, it was still before Easter. So, this morning, I went back to the store and they still had them, but they weren't marked down yet. I picked one up and was examining it, and a store clerk came up to me, asked me if I wanted it, took it, turned it over, and priced it at a DOLLAR. It was the best part of my morning.
So now I own my very own chocolate bunny statue. It's our first Easter decoration. Jake and I also began our Christmas decoration collection this year too (I say this year because we only bought stuff in January). Living in a house allows for more storage, and thus more stuff. We kept our "stuff" down to a minimum whilst in the 480 square foot apartment we used to live in. But now we get to decorate for the holidays. It's great.
Rubber Band helps me to wear my regular pants as my belly starts to expand. Rubber Band also makes long shirts a necessity. Here are some pictures of me in my work clothes yesterday. Okay, it's every part of me but my head because I didn't like how I looked. I tried to take a picture from the side, but it didn't turn out either. The picture wasn't my exact profile, and it made me look more pregnant that I actually look. I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up yet. Right now I just look like I'm putting on a few extra belly pounds.
Aren't my shoes cute? They're from Jake's mom.
#1 - The Scottsdale - 9 months
#2 - Windscape - 9 months
We were so glad to buy a house because it meant that we would be somewhere actually permanent, even if permanent might mean only 3 years. 3 years is a lot better than 9 months. So we made the move to Tucson into our wonderful new house (#3).
And then we learned that we will be moving - temporarily - after living here for--any guesses?
Yep. 9 months.
Jake has accepted a summer internship at a law firm in Phoenix, and we will be moving back to Mesa for 3 months. We thought about staying here and having Jake commute, but we figured out we'd be better off just packing up and heading over.
So, come May 15th, we'll be back in good ol' Mesa AZ.
