State Fair

Last weekend we went to the Utah State Fair. We got there in the evening, and one of our first goals was to get to the little hands farm. On the way, we had an accident. Carly was sitting on daddy's lap and all of the sudden, Daddy was a little upset and a little wet. We are still in diapers, so it was pretty bizarre. I guess the diaper wasn't on quite right. You can see how wet daddy got, so you can probably imagine how wet her pants were. She spent the rest of the evening pantless. Poor cold baby.
The little hands farm was fun. Carly got to dress up and carry a basket around learning different farm tasks like feeding animals, planting and harvesting veggies, and milking a cow.

Carly was pretty afraid of the giant plastic cow she was supposed to feed and milk. She wouldn't let daddy get too close to it.

At the end, they got to take a picture as a Future Farmer of America. Too cute.

After that, it started to get cold, and out little pants-less baby looked pathetic. So we decided to buy an alpaca poncho. She walked around in this 15 dollar poncho without pants for the rest of the night. We looked so white trash. lol.

Throughout the day, Carly got to meet lots of different animals. We started at the pony ride first thing. We waited in line for 20 minutes and then it was her turn to ride a pony while daddy walked next to her. She was terrified. She was having nothing to do with that horse.

So we decided to start small and work our way up. Here's Carly with the chickens. She was fine because she was bigger than them. Well, she was actually about the same size as this one. It was the huge monster chicken.

Then we made friends with the ducks.

The first animal Carly was willing to pet was the piggy. And it was only because we convinced her that the piggy had ears. She loves to point out ears: her own, ours, strangers', ears on tv. Now she knows that pigs have ears.

Then we hit the jackpot. Carly loves sheep. Who would have guessed. She didn't want to be held anymore at this point. So we let her walk around and we just followed behind as she went from pen to pen saying hi to the sheep.

Then we moved on to the cows. We started with a calf.

Then a momma cow.

Then this giant freak of a cow. It was so big Carly was signing elephant. We told her she was right.

Warning: Pic heavy

Playing catch-up:

Okay, for anyone who didn't already know, we now have a toddler. She is her own little person, and it is so fun to watch her personality come out each day.

She really, really loves to wear daddy's hats. She'll take them off his head to wear.



We now have to childproof EVERYTHING. Her favorite hiding place for her shoes, cups, tv remotes, cell phones, you name it, was the trash can. So we had to fix that. She's not too happy about that.

We have entered the era of disney movies. Carly LOVES little mermaid, and she even got comfy to watch 101 dalmatians last week. Yes, her favorite movie watching spot is the edge of the coffee table. She jumps right up there on her own.




Along the line of princesses, Carly now is very interested in everything fashion. If she can put an article of clothing on, she will. She also loves jewelry. We didn't hear from her for a while last week, and when we found her she was in our room playing dress up all on her own. Here she is in a nice island themed ensemble: mommy's bathing suit and puka shell bracelet. She picked this out and put it all on by herself, no joke. Yes, her head it through the leg hole. lol.


Another thing that goes along with being a princess is always getting her way. Carly wishes she always got her way. Unfortunately there is a bigger princess in the house: her mommy. Carly doesn't get away with much. And when she hears "no," tantrums ensue. It is a wonderful new part of toddlerhood. Complete with flailing, kicking, and head banging. This tantrum moved from the couch to the floor.

Needless to say, we are starting to implements time-outs this week. So far it is a lot of Carly laughing, and mommy making her sit in the time-out spot again, and again, and again.

Carly also likes to hide her food for later. She will stash it here or there. One time we found a drawer full of dried up lima beans that she had hidden when still fresh. This time it was grapes. So now we are only doing food while seated at the kitchen table.


Her hair is also getting longer and curlier. Sort of an oxymoron, since you can't tell the length unless it is wet.


When I was at Walmart yesterday, I found a great deal on some winter boots (who can say no to 13 dollars?). So Carly has been practicing walking in her first hard souled shoes. She isn't much of a fan of walking in the boots. She would NOT smile for any of these pictures. But she likes to hold them and pet them because they're furry. Cheap pet, works for me.


Carly went to the season opener BYU game a couple weekends ago. She did really well and actually watched most of the game. She did such a good job, Marshall got her a present. What's that saying? Train a child in the way they should go, and when they are grown they will not depart from it. We are banking on it. We consider this an investment in her college education.

Where were you 7 years ago?

I was getting ready for early morning seminary watching the 6am news. I saw footage of the first tower hit as I was tying my shoe laces. I still remember what shoes I was wearing. But no one knew it was an attack yet, just an accident. I got into my friend's car for the ride to church, and she turned channel to channel on the radio trying to get anything but the news. But all we heard about was the world trade center, and that's when I heard that the second tower had been hit. Our seminary principal was crying when he came in to tell our class. We didn't have a lesson that day. At the high school (I was a senior) my first class was american government, and the teacher didn't believe us that something monumental had happened. He hadn't heard and wanted to continue on the normal lesson. I got up and left his class and went home to spend the day with my mom and watched the footage over and over and over again. I was in shock.

My husband was in the MTC. THAT'S a bizarre place to be when huge news happens...lol. They were told what happened, but were never shown any footage, and they just continued with classes as normal. They did get to listen to the church fireside later that week. But even now, he has never actually seen the footage of the towers falling. He felt like he was sheltered from those images and refuses to watch them now.

Have prayers to spare?

I have never met Cjane or her sister Nie, but they are friends of an acquaintance. Nie (of NieNie blog fame, short for Stephanie) has been in a terrible plane crash, along with her husband Christian. If you have prayers to spare I'm sure their family, and especially their 4 small children, would greatly appreciate the sentiments and the extra help to pull through this terrible time. Cjane is keeping everyone updated on her blog. Thank you.

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2,000 views!!!!

Today, I had my 2,000th view. So in celebration, I will honor that person.

2,000th view, you stopped by at 6:28:18pm (Mountain time) on Saturday, the 24th of August. It appears you are from the greater Los Angeles area of California. You use pacbell.net (like my inlaws) and prefer to use Internet Explorer. You viewed 1 page and stayed for 0 seconds, and entered directly, with no referring URL or exiting site. Most likely, this means you viewed me on a list of blogs, and didn't actually come to my page. Which means you didn't get the full experience...I mean, I worked hard on that background. But it's okay, you viewed my blog. And for that, I honor you.

THANK YOU 2,000th view. Without you, I would have only 1,999 views, and I would have to live with the uneasy anticipation that comes with being mildly OCD. I probably wouldn't sleep well tonight. 1,999 is such a stressful number.

Make a pancake

Maybe its just because its 2am....

Super Skanky....

...MAKEOVER!!

'Cuz you all wanted to see what I would look like as a blonde hooker, right?

Before:

& After:

Don't worry, I did Marshall too!!

Before:
& After:

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More of my cute kid

For the family that reads this blog to see Carly...I have to deliver. She is getting so big, and is still pretty cute. Props to my mom for sewing the apple shirt.

Isn't he sweet?

I woke up to beautiful flowers.

French Perspective

“A fingertip did the victory,” said Amaury Leveaux, one of the French swimmers. “It is nothing.”

Huh...gold sure doesn't look like nothing to me....

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Breaking Dawn

We went at midnight last night to buy the latest book of the Twilight series. When I say "we," I mean me and Marshall. Whose idea was it to go buy the book at midnight? Marshall's. Who has read all the books religiously and had a semi-countdown to last night? Marshall. Marshall was one of the only guys there. And he was certainly the only guy who was genuinely excited. It was cute.

The only other midnight book buying I have been on was the 6th Harry Potter a couple summers ago. I am the kind of person that gets mad at a book if I get to the end and am let down. So, normally if there is a lot at stake (like the love of an entire series) I will read the last page first thing to see if I should prepare myself for the worst. When I purchased Harry Potter, I had to find out if Harry died. I couldn't read 600+ pages wondering the whole time. It would have killed me. Most people think this is a horrible compulsion and some even get kinda mad at me for "ruining" a book for myself. I like to get back at them by ruining the book for them too. :)

Last night, in the middle of Walmart, clearly the only woman there who hadn't read the whole series, and accompanied by the one man who hates ruined endings more than anyone, I had the strongest desire to stand by the registers and read the last page aloud at the top of my lungs. Maybe even with a bullhorn. I wonder how the 200 people in line would have reacted. THAT would have been worth a midnight trip to Walmart! (don't worry, no endings were actually ruined)