Pickles...

Everyone who knows me knows that I HATE PICKLES.




I think they look gross, smell gross, sound gross and worse of all, taste really gross.

Last month I was sitting in Relief Society and all of a sudden for a split second a pickle sounded so good. Like really good. Then it was gone.

My eyes got really big for a minute and I thought..."Can it be? No that is to cliche!"

Later that week it turned out it wasn't too cliche.

I'M PREGNANT!

The baby is due in April, which would make the Big Sister and the soybean almost exactly 3 years apart!

We are so excited for our new adventure!

PS-Pickles still are gross. It literally was only for a second that that sound good. Also, chocolate doesn't sound so good with this pregnancy. How weird is that?

Just Ask Emily-Kami's question

What is your most embarrassing moment?

What is my most embarrassing moment? Ha! I have tons!!

There were a couple recently when I was sick with Meningitis and was in the hospital. One (that I don't remember) but if I did I would be embarrassed. Apparently, they told me that I needed to have a catheter put in and I yelled "NOOOOOOOO!!! Not a catheter!" So loud that Branch and others down the hall could hear me. Actually that is funny.

Another was when I was in the ICU, or I think it was the ICU, after getting out of a coma, I had an EGG on my head to measure my brain waves so I looked funny, and they were also monitering me on video. The video was facing towards me to see what my seizures looked like, if I had one. They decided to take out my catheter (maybe it was the one I DIDN'T want in?) and started to lift my sheets to take it out, when all of a sudden we heard someone running down the hall yelling "SHE'S ON CAMERA!" . I think I would have been more embarrassed if I hadn't been so out of it.

Another, and this IS embarrassing was when I was driving from SLC back home to Green River, Wyoming. If I had to use the bathroom I would usually stop in Evanston but I didn't that drive until I was about to TA. TA is about half an hour from the Lyman exit, if even that. But I had to GO. Number 2. Really bad. Anyway, apparently I had to go so bad that I didn't read the sign that was on the stall door...I did my business got up to flush and nothing. Tried again and again. Now during this time I had heard people come and go and some of them even snickered. I didn't know who they were laughing at. Finally, I waited until there was no one in the bathroom. Opened the stall door and FINALLY saw the BIG sign that said "OUT OF ORDER." Great... I snuck out of there and didn't go back for a long time until I absolutely had to. I was in and out of there in a minute flat. I didn't want anyone to recognize me. I have a big fear that they have one of those grainy images of me hanging in the office saying "BAD PERSON! DON'T LET HER USE THE BATHROOM HERE!!"

Yikes.

Those are just three of my many examples of my most embarrassing moments. I have lots. Usually they are little. I embarrass myself at least once a week. It's how I do. I am not ashamed, or embarrassed to admit it.

My question for Kami:
How do you feel about having a second child? What are your feelings? How are you preparing yourself and your husband and son?

Just Ask...Emily?

So my sister in Law Julie had a thing on her blog where she invited others to ask her any question(s) about (almost) anything in her life. Now one of her friends decided to do it to. So since I am a follower I decided to follow suit...

There are rules though...

1. You can ask any question you want and I will answer it. But I then get to ask YOU any question that you must answer on your blog...or facebook...or just email me.

2. I am a horrible writer if you haven't figure it already so don't expect greatness or poetry.

3. I think their is something else...can't remember...aah whatevs.


Loves & Rockets,

Emily

Some more pictures!

Little Miss loves to have her picture taken. I am glad she didn't get my unphotogenic genes.

This is my favorite face she makes.
It is called her stinky face.

I wonder what she is thinking in this picture.

Aww sweetness...

Take me out the ballgame...

Branch's brother Regan came home from his mission to Torreon Mexico in June and he was suprised with a Red Sox game in Colorado. This family LOVES the Red Sox. I mean they really love the Red Sox....

I don't know who this is...


This was their concession guy. I don't think
I could buy cotton candy from a pirate...

After extra innings the Red Sox were victorious!
(Branch, Mont, RM Regan, Keelen)


(Keelen, Branch, Regan, Mont)


View from their seats...

Some pictures...

I know I suck as a blogger...

So we went camping this last weekend in the Tetons.

I am not ling when i said to people that I was not excited about camping. Last time Little Miss staye away from home it was...horrible.

But she loved it. She loved being dirty. She loved the bugs...mostly. She slept pretty good to. So here are some pictures.

Here we are taking one of many... many...many walks.
(I know I look it but I am NOT pregnant)


I love BUFFALOES!!


I was so nice being in nature. It was so quiet and so dark!
I miss it!

Happy Father's Day!

Today, Branch celebrated his 3rd Father's Day. He got to sleep in, open one of his presents (a gift certificate for his new tabletop grill) and then after we went to church...he cooked his own Father's Day dinner...

It was yummy.

Here are two other wonderful
fathers who have meant so much to us.
Thank you Grandpa Bob and Grandpa Mont!
WE LOVE YOU!!

**Sorry the pictures are from when she was
a baby. That's all I have saved on this
computer and I am too lazy to
do anything else about it :)**