Weekend with the Carter Clan

We had a great time this weekend with the Carters (sans Sean) at the Zermatt Resort in Midway.

It was absolutely beautiful up there.

We loved the pool...

And tried to take some "color assignment" pictures for my photography class...

We loved breakfast at Chicks.
Where coincidentally, Blaine and I had our very first date.
(Like, VERY first date... like, a decade ago... round one dating cycle.)
It was awesome and nostalgic.

More assignment shots...

Then, we headed to SLC gateway and had a lot of fun playing in the fountains... well, Jake and Jack had fun playing. The rest of us had fun watching them.
Thanks, Steve (Poppy) and Chris (Nona)!
We had so much fun and can't wait to see you when baby Sarah arrives.
We miss you already...

Hot and Steamy

There's nothing sexier than a ice cold Diet Coke in the shower.
Hott. {With two t's.}

What the Lost?!?!?!

I'm dyin'.
Really and truly.
How is this all going to end?!?!

I heart you, J.J. Abrams.

Shooting...

So, Saturday afternoon Blaine went shooting with Scott, Brett, and Jesse... leaving a napping Jake and me at home. Well, when the little man woke up an hour early and started throwing fits, I decided to get out of the house and head south to meet up with the guys.
I'm so glad we did. Jake was in heaven and the afternoon was pretty perfect... Jake loved running wild and collecting shotgun shells and stashing them in his pockets. He didn't even mind the earplugs we shoved in his ears.
No more fits.
Until JCW's later on. I love these 18 month tantrums.

It's here

Check out what I got in the mail today.
Happy.

Yes... I realize that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing...

Smart Guy

The other day I asked Jake where his band-aid was... he said "band-aid!", pointed at his head, then ran into his room, opened up the top drawer of the changing table, got on his tip-toes, found the Neosprin, and brought it back to me.
I was floored. Apparently, he's smart enough to realize that his band-aid and the "medicine" are connected.

Tonight, Blaine and I were putting Jake to bed. Lately, we like to let him choose his bedtime book. His favorite is an ABC book that he always picks. Jake had his hand on the ABC binding, and Blaine said (mostly to himself), "Um, how about "Barnyard Dance, buddy?" (as it was next in line on the bookshelf). Jake took his hand off the ABC favorite, grabbed Barnyard Dance, and brought to his daddy, smiling.
We couldn't believe it. (We read the ABC book after just for Jakey.)

Call me biased, but I'm pretty sure I've got the smartest kid ever.

Arg!

Pirate Jake

Poor little man Jake had his first (and hopefully last) experience with stitches today. He had been playing with a couple of pots--banging them together--carrying them around--putting them on his head and calling them "hats".

Anyway, I had yet to put them away a little later, as they were still on the floor of the kitchen, and Jakey tripped while running and fell head-first on the edge of one of the pots.

At first, Blaine and I just thought, "Oh--poor guy fell again." Then, "Oh--he really must have hit his head, he's really sad." Then, (upon picking him up and getting ready to kiss it better)...
"Holy Hell!!--our kid split his head open!!"
He was screaming pretty good now...

So, we rushed him to the InstaCare, where they checked him out quickly in the waiting room, slapped some numbing goop on him and covered it up with gauze and tape. He was now pretty happy (see iphone picture above)... until we took him back to see the doctor.

I think he was mostly scared. I would be terrified too if I had to be held down and have a stranger sew my forehead shut with three stitches. Poor little boy.

He was very happy to leave and said, "All done. All done." and "Bye, bye." while sucking down a green Otter Pop.
Actually, I don't know who was more relieved at this point... him or us.

So anyway... we have a little pirate on our hands with a gash above his right eye that may or may not be permanent.

Oh well.
Chicks dig scars.

Dear Milkshake,

Dear chocolate-banana-malt-milkshake,

You rock!
Last night, you knocked my socks off. I loved you til the last drop.
However, you gave me the most wicked heartburn of my pregnancy so far {and that's with Prilosec!} and I {almost} regretted you.

Iceberg won't be seeing me for a little while.

You win, pregnancy.