The story of Eric and I

I'm not sure how many people know the story of how Eric and I got together. I'm not sure how many of you care or if anyone reads this but I thought it might be fun to tell. It might be long so I apologize. I'll try and condense as much as I can without leaving anything important out.

When I was 19 I decided to move to Provo, UT because it was time to be out on my own and Utah is cheap.  I moved into the Riviera Apartments and I was so excited to be on my own and not have to worry about my Mom and Dad wondering what I was doing and where I was. I am not gonna lie, back then I was a HUGE flirt. Don't judge. It was so fun, which made living on my own that much better. HAHA. I went to church with my roommates that first Sunday and I don't remember seeing Eric at all. I think I was overwhelmed with the experience and I was trying to take it all in.

So the first time I can remember Eric was at ward prayer during that first fall semester. Someone was announcing that something was going on in their apartment ( I think) and then I remember Eric saying something to the extent of "you can only come over if you're hot." After he said that I totally thought he was arrogant and superficial which are like my biggest pet peeves in guys. Of course he was joking but at the time I didn't know him well enough to know he was.

A couple of months passed and I didn't see much of Eric and I didn't think much of his comment. I had found out a girl I knew from back home had decided to move to Utah and needed a roommate. She had bought a contract at the Riv in the same ward in an apartment that was 2 stories above mine. We moved in together and a couple of weeks after (I think) one of Eric's roommates (those details are a little foggy) asked us to watch Pride and Prejudice with him and Eric. I was a little hesitant on going but went anyway. We went over and watched the movie on their love sack. During the movie we were talking and laughing and the first thing I thought was hey.. this Eric kid is really funny and he has a really funny distinct laugh. The movie ended and I decided to get up and as I did I rolled off the love sack and kneed Eric right in the balls. It wasn't just a brush it was, I hit him so dead on he couldn't talk for a while. Talk about awkward.

After that night (I think) my roommate and I went over and watched movies with Eric on the love sack for like 2 weeks straight. I am not gonna lie, I get bored easily and after doing that every night I was like okay well that was fun but I'm over it. I think Eric caught on to that and one night he texted me and asked me if I wanted to go to the library with him. He had to do something really fast for school and said it would take like 15min or so. I went and we ended up being there for like 2 hours and we were in the basement of the library which meant no cell service. (Little did I know, he totally did that on purpose. He said he wanted me all to himself because he said I was always on my phone, not true!) He felt really bad so he took me to Leatherby's to get ice cream as an apology. Eric says that was our first date but I don't think so. Then a week (I think) later he asked me out on what I consider to be our first date. He took me to a BYU concert and during the concert he leaned over and said to me "at some point throughout this date I'm going to put my arm around you" TALK ABOUT MAKING A GIRL NERVOUS!! So I was sitting there anxiously waiting for him to do it not knowing when he would and it felt like forever but he finally did. At that moment I realized how much I loved how blunt he was. I hated the dating games and never was good at it so he was really refreshing.
 

This next part is confusing. After that date I knew I liked Eric and he obviously liked me but I kind of freaked out and didn't want to date him exclusively because that's what I thought he wanted (which wasn't) and I still wanted the freedom to flirt. I know I'm a terrible person. So Eric and I decided to have a mini dtr and after that talk we didn't talk for a couple of days because I told him I didn't want to date him, meaning exclusively (yes I should have clarified). In that time I realized that Eric was so different than anyone I had ever dated and I really liked him so why not take a chance. Not knowing he wanted to date me and other people I go over and tell him I would like to date him. He then thought I meant exclusive which is not what I meant. Could we say miss-communications! After he told me he didn't want to date me (because now he was thinking I meant exclusive) we didn't talk. So I started to kind of date someone else and Eric did the same thing. Neither relationships were exclusive just a fun fling. After about three weeks the fling I had ended and on the day I was having issues Eric texted me randomly asking if I was doing okay. I texted him back saying I had been better and he then asked if he could come over and talk to me about it. I said sure and we talked for 2 hours. It was so nice having Eric back in my life.

The next couple of months Eric would come over and talk to me about his girl drama. I would give him my advice and then we would talk for hours about anything and everything. He became my best friend and I always looked forward to talking to him. Winter semester ended and I moved back home to get ready to be an EFY counselor. The day before I was suppose to leave Eric's sister got married. He had invited me to go to the reception with him and I of course said yes. I was suuupppperr nervous to meet his family especially since we weren't even dating. We get there and his mom and I started talking. I asked her where she was from and she said Oregon. I then proceeded to ask her where in Oregon and she said Forrest Grove. I thought hmm weird that's where my mom is from. I told her that and then she asked me who my mom was and it ended up that my mom and his mom totally grew up together. My Grandma had been Eric's moms seminary teacher and our mother's had been in the same piano class together. The craziest thing is that I later found out that in one of my mom's scrapbooks there was a picture of his mom and my mom together at one of their piano recitals. Talk about small world.

A couple of weeks later while I was at EFY I freaked out. I called Eric up and told him I didn't want to talk to him or see him when I got back. I know I know what a jerk Chelsea. I was just not ready to get married and at that point I could see myself marrying him. I did love him and I think that's what freaked me out the most. I obviously handled it the wrong way and completely ruined our relationship. Or so I thought.

 I don't remember how but after that we started talking again. I don't know how he did but he forgave me and we started to rebuild what I had crushed. We talked the remainder of my time at EFY and things returned to the way they were before I was crazy. I then returned home and was so excited to see him but couldn't because he had gone home to California for a couple of weeks. After 3 long weeks we finally were able to see each other. It was the best day and kiss of my life. That day we decided to become boyfriend and girlfriend and I couldn't have been happier. We dated for 7 months before he proposed. Then on August 9, 2008 we were married in the San Diego temple. He is my match in every way. He is my everything and I couldn't imagine my forever without him. I love every minute I am with him and am so thankful for the wonderful man his is. I am so lucky.

I apologize if this is blunt and to the point but If I gave you guys the real version with drama and everything involved, this would have to be in like 3 posts! Hope you guys enjoyed our story!

I left my heart in San Fransisco

Last weekend part of my family (Jamie couldn't go because of just having a newborn and Josh doesn't like the 49ers, LAME) went to San Fransisco to go to a 49er game! This all happened because one Sunday, about a month and a half ago, I was thinking that It would be fun to go to one last game before Jessica moves to Maui this summer. I called Jess and told her my idea which she instantly loved and we started looking at tickets to see if there was a game on a weeknight and if we would be able to afford tickets. Luck had it that they were playing the Seattle Seahawks on a Thursday night and it just happened to be UEA weekend. (For those non Utah folk that's basically a weekend where kids in school get a Thur and Fri off because teachers are doing something those days). We called up our good family friends Mike and Kari Berejkoff that live in the area who are actually basically family (my Dad grew up with them), asked if they wanted to go and they did so we booked the tickets and prepared to go.

It was so fun to walk all around San Fran with the Berejkoff's and then go to the game. I wish we still lived close to them! It was so fun to be there and experience a football game live. If anyone who loves football and hasn't gone to a live game, you need to go! It's such a fun experience. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun and was so glad we went.  I am especially happy that they are building a new stadium cause Candlestick is old school!

The game was on Thursday and then on Friday we decided to head to Apple Hill since we were kind of in the area. I absolutely LOVE Apple Hill. I love all the vendors that come and all the food that they have! The best carmel apple I have ever had is called Apple my Apple from Abel's Acres. IT IS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD! It is a carmel apple (obviously) with white fudge and cinnamon. It sounds simple but for real, it is the best thing. They also have the best pies and apple doughnuts. I sure do miss my home area and everything about it but it was a fun, short visit. Next time I hope I can bring Eric and Trent with me on these adventures!

Me.

If you really knew me....

You would know that I hate feet, especially my own, which is why I love socks. I wear socks everyday all the time and cannot fall asleep without having them on.

 You would know that I love to travel. My dream is to travel all through Europe. 

You would know that I love reality T.V. My love of reality t.v. started with The Hills, even though I am pretty sure that show wasn't really "real".

You would know I have this really huge fear of sharks and I will not go in the ocean deeper than my ankles. I blame the movie Jaws for this fear. 

You would know that I love pizza. I could eat it every week and one time (on a dare) I ate a WHOLE large pizza hut pizza without throwing up.

You would know that my biggest pet peeve of all time is people who are cocky. I hate people who take a million pictures of themselves and then say "I look so good today". There is nothing wrong with being confident but telling everyone every day that you look sooo good and then taking a picture of it is going a little too far. 

You would know my favorite candy is Milk Duds. I could eat those things every day.

You would know that one of my favorite movies is You've Got Mail. Such a timeless classic. 

You would know that I really like white, straight teeth. Weird, I know.

You would know that I can make a face like Mad Madame Mim on Disney's The Sword and the Stone. Yes, I am kind of a freak. 

You would know I have a cat voice and my sister Jessica can do the same exact cat voice.

You would know that I hate inconsiderate people. I am not saying I am the best at this but I really, really try to be considerate of other people. 

You would know I love Disneyland more than I can ever express  I don't need a  map anymore because I have gone so many times I know where everything is.

You would know that I am a huge people pleaser. Which  is funny because with my job, not everyone will be happy with me. 

Struggles

Once again I have been a terrible blogger but I haven't really been in the mood to blog and I will tell you why. 

I am a more private person so when I struggle in life I tend not to talk to anyone about it except Eric (obviously), maybe my family and some close friends. I don't like to feel like people should listen to my problems or what I am going through because they are probably going through some hard times as well so who am I to be a downer and make life harder for them. But this last thing has been a little harder for me to handle. For people who don't follow my blog Eric and I were not planning on having Trent. He was a very big (wonderful) accident. So I just assumed that when we did start to try and have baby #2, it wouldn't be hard/take us very long since we seemed to be just fine in that department. I didn't want to start trying for baby #2 until March of this year or around that time because those of you who know Trent know he is A LOT. He just has so much energy and I love it, but at times can be exhausting. I figured if we started trying for baby #2 around March and if we were to get pregnant right off the bat, they would be around 3 years apart. Sounds wonderful to me.

But things don't always happen how I would want them to. Long story short, Eric and I decided Trent needed a sibling closer than 3 years apart. So since the beginning of July we have been trying. Yes, I realize that I just basically announced to the world that I am having a lot of sex but you will get over it. (I always hated those people who would tell others they were trying because you just told everyone that you are doing the dirty a lot and no one wants to hear that.) Anyway, the hard part about this is I am not a 28 day gal for my periods. They have always been sporadic and that has made the process harder than I expected. The worst part about this process (which no one ever told me about) is it is basically a waiting game. Have lots of sex, oh but don't be stressed out, try and plan out which days I think I might be ovulating while at the same time trying to make our sex life interesting and not just a chore and then wait and hope you are pregnant and then if it doesn't happen do it all over again the next month. The other part to this is I am a member of a family which means my life in many ways does not revolve around me. There are people and things to consider and since I try not to be a selfish person I take those things into account which makes the pressure worse even though I have everyone around me saying "don't plan your life around others".  Easier said than done.

So we played the waiting game for 2 months and finally I found out I was pregnant. Oh how exciting! But at the same time I was cautious. With Trent we told people right away when I was 5 weeks. Never a doubt in my mind that anything would go wrong but for some reason with this pregnancy I wanted to wait until 10 weeks to tell the world. We told our family and some really close friends but that was it. One morning I called my mom because I was so anxious about miscarrying for some reason. Something just didn't feel right but after talking to my mom, she reassured me and made me feel a ton better (that's what mom's are for right?) The next day Trent got really sick with hand, foot and mouth and we had to take him to the doc that night because he had a fever of 104.4 with Ibuprofen in him. The doc advised pigybacking Tyelonol with Ibuprofen every three hours since his fever was so high and she didn't want to know what would happen if the medicine wore off. So, that night, I woke up every three hours to give Trent some medicine. The next morning my Mom came down to help with me Trent since I was exhausted and he was really not feeling well. I went to go take a nap and woke up to some cramping which isn't usually a reason for concern. I got up and went to the bathroom and found that I was bleeding. The realization hit that I was having a miscarriage. 

The rest of the week was a range of emotions that follows with a miscarriage. I would be fine one moment and then the next bawling. I felt like I had done something wrong or that it was my fault even though I know there was nothing I could do. I was 5 weeks when I miscarried. These past couple of months have not been easy for me. It's been hard to go through the process of trying, succeeding and then losing. It can be a really defeating process and the thought of going through this all again is a little daunting at times. It's hard to not wonder if there is something wrong with me or if we can have any more kids. Maybe Trent was a miracle. Those thoughts are always in the back of my mind but I try really hard to not let them get me down. I think the biggest reason why I am taking this so hard is, I never thought It would happen to me. I always assumed that since Trent was an accident that I would get pregnant right off the bat and everything would be just roses and candy and everything would work out perfectly. I for, some reason, didn't think it would be this involved or this hard. Joke's on me I guess. 

I don't usually share things this personal with the world but I felt, for some reason, that I needed to. I know things will get better and hopefully easier.

Life

Sorry for being m.i.a peeps! I really have no excuse. I have just been lazy and since it's been a while I figured it was time for an update. After the 4th of July the next exciting thing was celebrating my niece Kaena's 2nd birthday. We all went up to Jessica and Mika's house to celebrate and it was so fun. She is so adorable and is ALL girl. I just love it.

Then the very next weekend (August 5th) was my birthday. This year, since my birthday was on a Sunday, I decided to celebrate it on Saturday. I met up with my Mom, sisters and our close family friend Alex at Sephora and got my makeup done and as presents to me from my family, they bought me makeup. Then we went shopping and I finally got 2 new pairs of jeans that I desperately needed. Then after that we went to dinner at Cheesecake factory. I love how many options you have there and figured it would be a good place to go to fit everyone's needs

 

I wanted a group picture but Jamie was being a stinker and wouldn't.

On my actual birthday my parents came down and we had a little bbq and had a fun time relaxing and watching the olympics. Originally, the plan was to have no one come down on Sunday because I felt like making people drive twice would be unfair and no one besides my parents were suppose to come, but Jessica, Nicole and Trevor ended up making it down. It was such a fun time and a great way to spend my 25th birthday.

The following Thursday (August 9th) was our anniversary. 5 years of being together and 4 years of marriage. How crazy time flies! We ended up not being able to actually celebrate it on our day because of work but decided to celebrate it on the 13th because that was a day that my Mom could watch Trent. But before that we celebrated my Dad's birthday on the 11th of August. We drove up and had a fun day spending time with family. Can't believe how old my dad is! haha. Then came the day to celebrate our anniversary. We dropped Trent off (without him caring at all because he loves g-ma) and walked around City Creek which is really really nice! I love the views of the Temple. It's really pretty. Then we went and saw the movie Prometheus at the dollar theater in Sugarhouse and it was amazing!! It shouldn't have been rated R though. There was nothing in it. But it was a really good movie and Eric loved it. Then we headed to Salt Lake to eat at Tucano's. I eat like a MAN when I go there. I just love it so much. Such good food. I originally wanted to go to the Roof Resturant at the top of the Joseph Smith Buidling but then decided 2 things. The first was, I didn't really want to pay 41.00 a plate for a buffet. The second was, I heard the portions are tiny and I say boo to paying a lot to get nothing. I would rather eat at Red Robin or some place like that than pay a ton for food and get nothing.

 

Our day was amazing and I love Eric so much. I am so blessed to have him in my life and to have him put up with me because I am not the easiest sometimes. He is such a hard worker and is the best dad to Trent. He is my best friend and I love that I can be a freak with him and he just smiles or rolls his eyes. 

And to top off the life happenings, today around 6:00p.m. I became an auntie again to a beautiful little girl. I am so excited for Mike and Lisa, now all they have to do is name her! haha. Congrats you guys!

Stars and Strips

YES I know this post is 2 days late but oh well. 

Fourth of July is one of my favorite holiday's. We always end up doing something really fun and this year was no disappointment. This year my Dad, brother and I signed up to run the Freedom run 5k. The night before I was really getting amped up for the race and wanted to get some good sleep so I would have enough energy to run. PROBLEM. I live right on 800 N which is a main street and with people camping out for the parade that meant A LOT of cars/motorcycles driving and then fireworks were going off all night so I basically got like 5 hours of sleep. Oh well. I woke up on the 4th, tried to force myself to eat a protein bar (I never eat that early so my body's not use to it) and then my dad, Josh and I headed right out my front door to where the race began. Pretty convienent. Although last year I wanted to rip the freedom race apart because they put the speakers right outside my front door and blasted their music which totally woke Trent up and he was only 3 months so yeah I was pissed. Anywho, we went to where they had the 10 min mile runners and waited for the race to begin. Now, don't be judging. Yeah I am not a fast runner BUT my time has been improving. When I first ran 3 miles my time was around 35 mins but I have been able to get it down to around 32. So the announcers counted down and we were off! I started out pretty strong and felt really great. It was awesome to see all the different people dressed up in red, white and blue costumes. I didn't really start feeling tired until 2.5 miles. The last part of the race was up a hill and the stupid girl I am didn't train on hills so I was a little nervous I would have to stop. But when I would look to my left and see freaking 8 year olds zooming past me or look to my right and see fatty's making it up the hill I knew I couldn't stop. I pushed and finally made it to the end and got my personal best of 31.19 mins! I was pretty stoked especially since I am not use to hills. It was such a cool experience to run it with my dad and my bro. Well actually, Josh is a much faster runner than my dad and I so he didn't really run with us at all. But I loved every minute of it and want to train for the 10k next year! 

That's us before the race!


After the race was over my Dad and I met up with family friends and watched the Provo Parade. Then after that was over we met up with my Sister's Jessica and Nicole to walk around the booths. I always love Provo during the 4th because they always have so much going on. Then after I was sweating in many, many, places we decided to head home. We rested for a while and then headed up to Jessica's for a bbq. I unfortunately didn't get to see any fireworks this year because I was POOPED. I also had to put Trent down to bed but it was such a fantastic day. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday as well! 

Fishies!!!

My little man is 14 freakin months old!! I haven't done a post about the little squirt so I decided I would. We call him destructore because all he does is knock things over, pull things down and get into EVERYTHING. His new new favorite thing is to color and not only on coloring books, but on my dishwasher, walls and oven. It's just splendid.

His favorite snack is gold fishies. I will open the cupboard and then in a high pitch squeal he says "fishies, fishies fishies fishies" about a billion times until I give them to him. He loves to say aw man, ouch, cup, again and my personal favorite touchdown. Whenever he says touchdown he raises his arms in the air. We are totally training him for football season. He loves to climb on the couch and jump up and down. I hate it though because he hasn't really learned how to get down the right way so if I don't watch him he will just fall off. He loves swimming almost more than anything! He could be in the water all day if I would let him. My favorite thing that he does now is he will randomly come up to me and give me "loves". He puts his arms around me and gives me the biggest hug and while he's hugging me he pats my back. It's the cutest thing. If it's a good day and you catch him at the right moment he will give you kisses which consist of him sticking his tongue out and basically licking you but I love it. One thing that he loves more than anything is the movie "Tangled". He will sit and watch that every day for about an hour. The best part is he will start laughing at the funny parts! We get a kick out of it. Although, I basically have one of the songs from that movie stuck in my head all day.

(Yes our ottoman and pillows are shoved up against our T.V. stand so that Trent won't get anything beacuse he is his father's son and LOVES electronics.)

Trent is turning into such a little independent thinker and it's so fun to watch him grow. He brings such a joy to my life and I can't believe how big he is!

Life's not fair.

 If I were to sum up this year in one phrase, that would be it. As I get older this concept is one that is becoming harder and harder for me. This past year there has been some drama and this saying keeps creeping back up with said drama. I try to be a nice, caring, honest, forgiving person and so when people do things that are the complete opposite of that just because they can, it just blows my mind. That's the hardest part of "life's not fair." Who said just because you are trying to be a good person doesn't mean that stupid/immature people won't try to do mean things to you and spread lies about you? I for some reason thought that because I'm a nice person no one would want to do mean things to me. But there you are trying to be a good person and BAM something happens and someone spreads some lie about you that is completely false. Yet if you were to say anything to correct that wrong you are the bad guy and you aren't the adult because you said something to try and correct it. Then even if you did say something to try and correct it that person has probably made up some delusional reality and won't believe you any way. The hardest part is knowing that you have done absolutely nothing wrong yet now you are labeled as the bad guy, the one who has issues and the one who can't let anything go. And if you do say something then you have to deal with the consequences of that choice and the drama that will most definitely ensue after. Then I come to the question of, why? Why do people feel the need to create and make drama. Why do people get to say whatever they want because they have "issues" which gives them some magical excuse and I can't. Sometimes I hate always having to suck it up, put a smile on my face and pretend everything's okay.

 

I am not a confrontational person but if it needs to happen I will do it. I generally don't let people walk all over me but I also let go of things pretty quickly. I don't like lingering on what's happened because once something has happened, there is no way to take it back so, why obsess about it. But these past couple months I feel like it has been one thing after another that I am having to let go of or try to be the bigger person. It gets so tiring and all I have to say is that it sucks. Sometimes being the bigger person sucks. Sometimes I would love to just give the person who's creating drama and being a complete liar/manipulator a piece of my mind. But then I think of a line from the movie "You've got mail." (One of my ALL TIME favorites)

"As I waited, someone else showed up. A man who has made my professional life a misery. And an amazing thing happened. I was able, for the first time in my life to say the exact thing I wanted to say at the exact moment I wanted to say it. And of course, afterwards I felt terrible just as you said I would. I was cruel and I'm never cruel. Though I can hardly believe what I said mattered to this man. To him, I am just a bug to be crushed. But what if it did? No matter what he's done to me there is no excuse for my behavior."

 

I know that if I were to say exactly what I wanted to, it would only make me feel worse. Even though this person probably deserves to have me give them a piece of my mind, it's just not worth it. Then I think, I am happy. I do have a happy life and I will be a better person for learning this lesson of "life's not fair." I know it will make me a stronger person and that those people who are like that will end up alone, bitter and unhappy. I just wish that I didn't have to loose relationships and have people believing false things about me to learn this lesson. But once again I will be the bigger person, suck it up and put a smile on my face because that's the right thing to do. Right? 

Updates

Well it's been almost six months since I posted my New Year's resolutions and I thought I would give a quick update on how I am doing mainly to help me stay motivated. 

 

The first on the list was to loose weight and be at what I was before I had Trent. I am happy to report that I did it! I have lost 12 pounds and I'm not stopping there! It's been really hard to stay motivated and count calories all the flippin time but it has been worth it. The funny thing is even though I have lost the weight I am still depressed about my body. I carry like all my weight in my lower stomach area and always have so when I got pregnant I thought, well there is a little extra cushion so I shouldn't get too stretched out right? WRONG. At the time, I didn't realize that I was going to have a 9lb baby and how big I would get but I got very large with Trent. Which now equals, yucky, stretched out skin that is just all in my lower stomach that I feel like won't go away. This also means muffin top. The problem is I don't have a butt so jeans that fit me around the waist are baggy in my butt, but jeans that fit my butt give me muffin top. I realize as I am writing this that I am major complaining and I should be happy that I lost weight but when you are use to being and looking a certain way your whole life it's really hard to accept the new body you have. 

 

The second one was to cook more and once again I am happy to say I have accomplished this one as well! The month of January wasn't the greatest and was a little rough in the beginning but we only eat out once a week now and I must say I have been enjoying finding new recipes to cook with. I still love baking way more than cooking though. 

 

The third one was to create a healthier lifestyle which I feel like I have considering I have lost weight, cook more and now run on a daily basis. 

 

I am sad to say that being more laid back and giving people the benefit of the doubt has been harder for me than expected. I don't mean to sound mean or offensive but people are just plain stupid! I'll just leave it at that and say I am still working on this one..

I have been trying really, really hard to be a better person, especially with Eric. I sometimes am not the nicest to him and I know I take things out on him but I have been working extra hard on this because I just love the kid so dang much. I shouldn't be mean to him because I'm irritated.

Here comes the resolution that I have totally not worked on at all...being on a budget. I know with us eating out less and cooking more we aren't spending nearly as much as we were but I still want us to be on one just so we know where our finances are going.

The last three resolutions were to go outside more, which Trent and I go for a walk every day weather permitting, try and be more appreciative of Utah, haven't really worked on but it hasn't gotten worse and have a better attitude about life. The have a better attitude about life is an ironic one for me right now simply because life has been a struggle lately. Things aren't planning out the way I thought they would and there have been some set backs but I know that as long as Eric and I work together everything will be okay. 

 

5 out of 10 accomplished so far. Meh not to bad but hopefully I can accomplish the rest these next 6 months! 

Running

It's always been a love/hate thing for me but (ironically) as I was running the other day I realized I have been running since the 7th grade. In 7th & 8th grade, for P.E., they would make us run a mile once a week. Then my freshman year they would make us run around the track for an hour and a half (our high school had a block of 4 classes each and hour and a half long and then at the end of the semester we would switch and go to different classes). Then Sophomore year every Tues and Thurs we would have to run a cross country sprint. That SUCKED. Then Jr & Sr year I did aerobics.

The point to this long background history on my running is before Trent I was pretty healthy. I tried to not eat out as much and tried to work out here and there but nothing ever consistent. After I had Trent I realized that as the mom I have complete control over how my children will turn out, health wise. If I don't set the example on being healthy my children will only learn bad habits and acquire a taste for unhealthy things. I have to be healthy and I have to teach him how to be so he can be active and lead a healthy life. The desire to be healthier all started after new year's. I made resolution's to cook more and loose weight. At first I was only planning on doing this until I had lost the weight I wanted but as I have been doing this since Feb I realized that it's a lifestyle change that I need to stick with. Being active 4 times a week does not only keep me physically fit but it also gets me out and makes me a better mom. I use to hate running and to be honest it isn't my favorite thing to do but I do love how it challenges me and pushes me. 

One thing that's always been on my bucket list is to run an official 5k. I don't know why but I have just always wanted to do it. My friend told me about a 5k coming up in June in Springville and I was stoked but then realized the morning of the run is when Eric flies in from Cali. I was bummed for about 5 mins then realized there is another 5k coming up and it's here in Provo. It's on the 4th of July and it's called the Freedom Run. The reason I know this is because every year they start the race right outside my door and start playing music at 6 in the morning. When I didn't have Trent I didn't care but now it's like, turn that music off or I'll kill you. Anywho, I convinced my Dad and brother to run it with me and I am so excited. I know 3 miles isn't a lot but for me it is. I currently only run 2 so I am going to have to build up to it but I am hoping the day of the race the adrenaline will kick in. I will probably look like this during my run:

I know it will be challenging but It's something that I know I would regret if I didn't do. Wish me luck!

Wants & Needs

The concept of wants and needs has always been a hard one for me. I feel like I NEED everything but when I stop to think I realize It's probably just a want. When I was single and making the cash I didn't feel bad at all when I would blow all my paycheck on clothes. I had a horrible jean obsession (14 pairs). Which looking back on it now, why couldn't it have been a shoe obsession because can I fit into all those jeans now? NOPE. Now that I am married and it's our money instead of money it's really hard to justify spending money on things I actually really need. I have never been a huge shopper. Don't get me wrong I love buying things but I don't like to be shopping for hours on end. I get in, get what I want and then leave. It's even harder for me to spend money on myself now that I have Trent. It's so much easier for me to justify buying him clothes especially when his clothes are a ton cheaper than anything I would buy. You would think with Mother's Day right around the corner my problem would be solved. I can buy myself something and not feel guilty! Nope..I want/need so many different things. Like this makeup:

The makeup directly above is from the Copper Bee store available on Etsy.com. http://www.etsy.com/shop/CopperBeeCosmetics. Go check it out! They have FANTASTIC makeup and my friend is the one who makes it and they are super affordable. I want like everything she sells.

 I haven't bought myself new shoes in like 2 years and I REALLY want these.

My hair has been going brown (not hatin against the brown haired folk) but I want it to be really blonde again. My hair use to be soo blonde and it's fading. It makes me sad. I also really need a haircut. That is straight up a need. 

You see my problem? All of these things are not cheap and I really need/want them. The one good thing is my birthday is coming up in August along with my anniversary so hopefully I will be able to get some of these things. Let's just hope I don't spend it all on Trent though!

Trent turns 1!

My baby boy turned 1! It's crazy how fast time flies and It has been one of the best years of my life. I have been so excited for his birthday that I bought decorations and had everything all planned since the beginning of March. I decided to an Elmo theme (or as Trent says "melmo") since Elmo is his ABSOLUTE favorite. 

We spent the morning/afternoon playing, napping and getting ready for the party that night. For his birthday dinner we took him to Pizza Pie Cafe since pizza is one of his favorite things. He can eat a whole piece. Yeah he's kind of a porker.

Oh he also LOVES soda. 
 

With Auntie Coley

Then we went back home to open presents and eat cupcakes.

This picture turned out a little blurry but I had to post it.

I love my little boo. I just can't believe that one year ago we had just met him. Some new things that Trent is doing these days are:

He points to EVERYTHING and say "dat" which means that. He wants to know what everything is and gets angry when you don't tell him what he's pointing at.

He can tell you what the lion, sheep, monkey and cow say. He can say the words duck, nana (which is grandma) heho (hello), go, mama, dada, night night, that, uh oh and oh wow.

He didn't have any teeth until two weeks ago and then all of a sudden his bottom two came in and now the top two are coming in at the same time. He has been super grumpy.

He will eat anything you give him. He has tried sauerkraut and pickles and loved both. When he wants food that you have, he starts saying "oo oo oo" really loud and clenching his fists.

When Elmo's world comes on he starts laughing and clapping his hands.

If he has something and you ask him "can I have that?" he will start smiling and give you what he has in his hands.

If you ask him to give you loves he will put his arms around your neck and put his head on your shoulders.


He is walking EVERYWHERE and has been for 2 months. 


I love my sweet boy and want to slow down time because it is going WAY to fast. I just love him so much and am excited for the year to come.

Tren'ts 1 year pictures.

Yesterday we (finally) took Trent to get professional pictures done. I was really extremely worried because Trent finally cut his first tooth so he has been a little grumpy/clingy lately. But I was determined to get them done so I put some Ibuprofen in him, brought down the Grandma for backup and off we went! At first Trent was kind of okay but then once the lady started taking the pictures and the camera started flashing he was NOT having any of it. 

This is how he was for the first 30 minuets of the shoot. Then my Mom with her Grandma powers got him to calm down and was able to refocus him. I then decided to give him some goldfishies since he loves them and food generally calms him down.

Goldfish+Grandma singing skinny marinky dinky dink (if you don't know that song you got jipped in your childhood. It's one of the best songs)= Success! If I would have known that was all I had to do to get good pictures I would have done that in the beginning! From then on all I had to do was to make sure he had his golfish and we were set. I hope his 2 year pictures won't be as 

bad! 

Love my little man!

Rant

I apologize for this post because it's basically me complaining about things which I try not to do because lets be honest sometimes It's annoying to hear other people complain. But here I go.

1. What is with girls taking 5 million hours to get ready to go to the gym. I had a roommate who took 45 mins to get ready to go to the gym and I am not even lying. I just have never understood why girls have to get all gorgeous when they are just going to sweat it all off. Plus the fact that the guys at the gym aren't all that great. They all look like tools to me while they look at themselves in the mirror and work out. You know those guys are thinking to themselves that they are b.a.m.f.s because of there muscles and by how much they can bench. Yeah no thanks. I'm not saying you have to look like a frump but do you really have to put on mounds of makeup and do your hair?

2. When I was pregnant I got to a point where I just wanted Trent out. Big is an understatement of what I was in the end. I was a huge heffer that could barely get out of the car, bed or off the couch. But no matter how uncomfortable I was and no matter how much I wanted Trent out, I realized that he would come when he was ready. I had a friend tell me a story about a women who went to the hospital to be checked at 38 weeks and then was told to go home because it wasn't time. Most people would have been bummed and just left but she refused to go home. SHE wanted the baby out right then because that was more convenient for her. So they induced her and I'm sure everything went fine but I just didn't understand that. Motherhood = sacrifice. The second you get pregnant you start sacrificing. You start being super moody, for most people throwing up on a daily basis, feeling like super crap, not sleeping because you have to pee every 30 seconds, for most you gain more weight then you have ever in your life, you worry about if you have felt the baby or not, you spend a lot of money and time to make sure you have everything necessary for when the baby comes. Then when the baby comes you sacrifice your sleep, energy and everything else. So I just don't understand when women do things like that because THEY want the baby out when it's convenient for them. Well welcome to motherhood folks. Your life is no longer your own but revolves around that baby. Now I'm not talking about people who need to be induced because of health reasons or because they are overdue (like I was) but the women who purposely are induced because they don't want to be pregnant anymore. It's just not something I will ever understand. You are a mom and things are never going to be on your time frame again. 

 3. Construction is my worst nightmare. Ever since I moved here there has been construction on the I-15 somewhere. First it was up in Davis county where they built legacy. Then up in Layton. Then (where my sister Nicole use to live) off the Alpine/Highland exit, then the American Fork, Lindon, Pleasant Grove, Orem, Provo, Springville, Spanish Fork stretch. HOLY DANG. Will it ever stop!?! Oh probably once I move. The worst part is my family stretches from Saratoga Springs to South Jordan to Farmington and Fruit Heights. So who gets to drive in the lovely construction? Me. An example of how this stupid construction makes my life so much worse is last Wednesday we headed to my sister Nicole's new house in Saratoga Springs. There dishwasher wasn't working and since Eric does that kind of a thing we decided to go out and install their new one that they had ordered (which is an entirely long different story. If you want to read about it and see pictures of there new house head on over to Trevor and Nicole's blog http://theperfect-pace.blogspot.com/) we were driving (not during rush time) and all of a sudden traffic just comes to a complete stop. I quickly look on my phone and see that it is red for miles which usually means an accident. We exit and take the back way to her house which added an extra 30 min to our trip. I was annoyed but not that much because accidents happen and there was nothing I could do about it. But on the drive home I looked over and saw that there was traffic and realized that it wasn't an accident it was dang, darn, freaking construction! They were taking the lanes down from 4 to 2. It's the most frustrating thing in the world. I don't think it would be that bad if it hadn't been almost 5 years of constant construction. CAN IT PLEASE END!? If I move before the construction is over, I will come back when it's finished and do a dance because I will be so happy. 


 

St. Patrick's Day

 I have come to realize that St. Patrick's Day was a lot better when I was younger. My mom would put little green glitter everywhere and tell us that the leprechauns came and that we had to follow the glitter to get to the gold that he left for us (which was usually the gross chocolate gold coins). But it was still exciting. Now that I am older it's just an excuse for people to get drunk and seeings as I don't drink it's just kind of a meh day. I'm sure it will become better when my kids get older and I do things for them.

 But this year it was a very exciting day. My sisters and I decided to take the kids to the Living Planet Aquarium. It was such a blast!! It was so crazy with people since it was raining and a Saturday but it was still fun!

 Waiting in the car for everyone since it was raining.

  I love Trent's face!

 Trent with auntie coley.

It was Trent's first time at an Aquarium and he LOVED it. He could have stayed there all day just staring and pointing at the fish.

  

The best part was every fish he saw he would say "oooooo" "ooooo" and then point. One time he started gibber jabbering at them and then said "oh wow." It was the funniest thing ever! The cool thing about the Aquarium was they had a jungle part and they had an anaconda! I had never seen one in person before and it was freakin huge! I would shart my pants if I saw that in person. They also had this spider called the "Bird eating spider" and it made me want to die because I kid you not it was bigger than my hand. Spiders just need to all die and go away. They also had penguins and otters. The otters were sleeping so we didn't get to see much of them but the penguins were so fun! They had just fed them so they were diving and going all crazy. Trent was just staring at them in awe of what was happening.

It was such a fun day. I can't imagine what he will do when we take him to the Zoo this Summer. I can't wait!