Who does he think he is?

My husband is cheating on me. With the girl from my favorite reality TV show. All to get just a few minutes of fame. Jaron, don't you know that everyone knows you are married with a child and another one on the way? Get OFF of the TV! You are making a fool out of yourself. The fact that both you and Ed are 29 years old, Chicago Cubs fans, and like to wear "man-kini's" cannot be a mere coincidence.

Jill, I'll forgive you because you probably didn't know the truth before you fell in love with him. But he's MINE and you can't have him. Sorry. Good news though...Reed is outside your door hoping once again that maybe, you have had a change of heart and really DO want to marry him. So I say, Go for it! There is no need to live your life alone.

Jaron, get your a** home. The lawn needs to be mowed.


(Ed from ABC's The Bachelorette, 2009)

(Jaron, with his FAMILY...hint, hint, Jill)

Holiday at the Family Ranch

Our family spends the 24th of July holiday every year at our family ranch in Fairview, UT. My great-grandfather and my grandmother were both born at the house that my grandparents still own today! Not much has changed since I spent holidays here as a child...I am so glad that my own daughter gets to create these same memories! Thanks Grandma and Grandpa!!!

Kawehi Ona Pua

She's so used to "Mommy the Photographer" that she automatically poses every time I take her picture...

You know you've gained weight when...

(a twist on my "You know you're pregnant when..." posts)

Your 4-year-old daughter comes up behind you while you're putting on makeup, and insistently tries to pull and stretch your underwear over your "derriere" to make them cover a little more...area...

"uggghh, if they could just...errr, stretch a little this way...ummmm, nope. These are not going to work." ---Livia

I must be carrying the spawn of...

Chuck Norris.

He's practicing his karate skills on my belly button right now. He's probably chewing on tin-foil and contemplating his escape from solitary confinement.
I bet he even has a red beard and a little ninja suit.

He weighs barely over a pound is the size of a large mango, but has the strength of a full-grown man with a black belt in Jiu Jitsu. I wouldn't be surprised if I end up with a fractured rib or two.

I probably won't even have to push him out when he's born. He'll just karate-chop or round-house kick his way out of my stomach. I'm even considering throwing out the name we have picked for him and going with something like...Walker Texas Ranger.

Mmmm....I'm suddenly craving BBQ. Coincidence?

I'm officially a soccer mom!

I'm a little behind with this post, but I can't move on until it is shared. Little L just finished with her first soccer season, and what the treat it was for all who witnessed.

She played on a team with 7 other adorable little girls, ages 4-6. Liv was one of the youngest on the team (we actually had to fib her birthdate in order for her to play...don't judge!) They had one practice before the season began at the end of April. One practice, that was it. Then they were basically thrown onto the soccer field and told to run, chase the ball, and kick it into the goal. No, not that goal...the other one. It was PURE entertainment for eight weeks. While Liv seemed to have a great deal of natural athletic ability (according to her coach), she was in la-la land most of the time, aimlessly running around the field, playing with puppies on the sidelines, huffing and puffing like "okay, when is it my turn to sit out?", and best of all, growling. Yes, she spent a good part of her time on the field growling and baring her teeth at the other team. Now, I have no idea where she learned this...her Dad and I definitely did not teach her this nor did we encourage it. The girls on the other team just looked at her like, "Jeez, who is this kid?" while the parents just laughed hysterically. At the end of one of the games, her coach said loudly, "Well, Livia definitely gets the spirit award!"

We later asked her why she was doing this (and encouraged her to please, stop) and she said, "I'm a tiger!" Oh, now this all made sense...tiger's are her favorite animal of the moment. The soccer field just must have brought out her alter ego...

So, below are some of the pics of the first game, including her favorite part, half-time snacks! Sadly, I missed this game due to a trip with my sisters in California. Daddy took her to the game and got her ready (even put her hair up in a ponytail with a bow matching her uniform). I woke up in California on the morning of the game to a new text message from my mom...she was at the game and had sent me a picture. When I saw my baby girl on the field in her uniform, with her hair all done by Daddy, I just BURST into tears...how could I be missing this? Well, I didn't make that mistake again! What a fun season it was...now time to gear up for Fall!

You know you're pregnant when...

...you get up 3 times in the middle of the night to pee, wake up in the morning, go again, and are still able to give your doctor a full urine sample 20 minutes later. And all without having anything to drink in 10 hours.

Welcome to my day...so far. Glory!