February 5, 2010

Not from my parents!!

Remember how I used to blog?  Well, I did.
Let me just take a second to thank my amazing audience for humoring me a little.
Both of you.

Then suddenly everything seemed too personal to randomly post on the ol’ blog.  My life suddenly wasn’t just Sponge Bob and Sledding.  Well, it was but there was a lot more going on.  You know, amongst the Sponge Bob, and the Sledding.  Oh and the Phineas and Ferb.  Anyone watch that show?  It’s hilarious.

Anyways, my point is, I’M BAAACK.

 Guess who is going to look so darn cute in this onesie?

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It reads: I get my good looks from my birth family.

One of the many wonderful hidden blessings of adoption is the birth family that comes along with our child.  Come on, try telling me you wouldn’t want a whole extra group of people just to dote and love your child.  Try.  Adoption is so awesome. :)

So knowing that we wanted a birth family who would continue to be involved with our family, we tried to attract someone similar to us by only posting the funniest pictures of us on our adoption profile.
Then, while at a family party one day, Chris was proudly showing everyone his disgusting toe nail that had just fallen off his big toe.  He’s such a big boy so I snapped a picture of that lovely toe.
Doesn’t everyone want to see his gross toe?
Exactly.  And let me tell all of you, I was NOT going to post this picture on our adoption blog!
But everyone in that room very quickly instructed me that I was NOT allowed to post that picture.
What?

I guess after seeing all the silly pictures I had decided to post they thought we would never ever add to our family.  We apparently looked too weird to raise a human being.  But I left them all up and almost, almost added the toe picture.

That’s when my evil plan worked.  WAH HA HA!  I posted those crazy pictures hoping to find someone who would relate to us and thereby add someone just as silly as we are to our family.

And I’m pretty sure we are going to get what we asked for.

Spending time with Kenzie and Brock has quickly become the norm for us.  We are honestly so excited that they have considered us to be the parents of their little son and want to be involved in his life.  What a lucky little boy he will be to get to know them and to know how much they love him.
BUT
maybe I could have posted a few pictures that showed the more refined side of us.

Look what we’ve gotten ourselves into.

The gun show.  Okay.  If you have the genetic predisposition from both your mom and dad to be into guns and tasers… help us!

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Singing.  At the top of our lungs.  Brock was the, uhum, best and bolted out the ugliest, loudest renditions of any song we picked.  Wannabe by the Spice Girls was the best one by far.  But I’m thinking we may invest in a good set of ear plugs.

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And the very worst one yet was the infamous game of Nintendo 64’s Mario Kart.  Within the first three minutes of first meeting Brock we found a commonality.  Mario Kart.  And from that second on there has been a discussion of the big huge contest battling out manhood in the form of a remote control from the nineties.   Brock laid it all out on the table with VERY high stakes on this game.  Yeah, you know what I’m talking about but I’m not going to type it.  That way they have no evidence because…..

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Chris friggin’ lost.

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And then he swore.

Hopefully Brock forgets about the bet because Chris and I are so completely thrilled, excited, pee your pants happy that a little boy is coming our way.  And they keep warning us that this boy will be part Brock and part Kenzie (like we should take that as a threat) but let me tell you, it’s a pretty great mixture.  We think they are the best!

January 11, 2010

my husband can read my mind.

Dani: I can’t wait…
Chris: I know, I know, until April 3rd… (like I say that a lot or something!)
Dani:  …until after church to eat my LEFTOVER PASTA!!

One of the best conversations we’ve had in a while.

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January 2, 2010

How to go sledding

1. Dress appropriately.  (with the sun it felt like it was 50 or 60 degrees out there today, mind you.)

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2. Find an ice-covered hill.

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3. Leave all wild animals home.  Except little boy monkeys. They can come.

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4. Safety first.  Always hold on tightly.

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5.  Throw yourself down the hill.  Giggle loudly.

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6. Bring a mule to pull you back up.  A grandpa will work too.

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7. Or a dad.  They drag you back up too.

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8. Race your grandma to the bottom.  You will always win.  Even if she does has the BEST form.  :)

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Thanks for the fun day BrittnGib.  Loved it.

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January 1, 2010

2009 Top Ten

10. Finishing our basement and spending tons of time in it with family and friends (football games excluded from the top 10! oh yuck)
9. Celebrating our ten-year high school reunion by acting like 18 year old’s again for a week in matching tank tops. (guys.  We need to do that again!)
8. Both of us keeping our jobs in this crappy economy… definitely top 10!
7. A week in gorgeous Lake Powell full of boating, skiing, ankle injuries that weren’t Chris’, rainbow bridge, THE double arches, family, food, and our beautiful baby niece.  Oh, and my stinky little brother finally got to come too.
6. Enjoying Disneyland with our family including infant niece and toddler nephew by riding kiddie rides while they slept in our arms.  Perfect.  Yes, Brittany, it always is that dark. always.
5. Chris earning his masters degree in record time.  Loves you Chris.
4. Decorating a nursery in my own house without a baby being on the way.  Craaaaazy lady here!
3. Worrying, stressing, hoping, and praying for a child and having tons of you do that along with us.  (Thank you!)
2. Meeting the most amazing couple who have chosen us to be the parents of their baby.
1. Finding out we are expecting a little boy.  Coming April 2010!!!

I can’t read that without bawling. :)

We are so.so.so.thrilled.

December 22, 2009

Never sit on a jolly man’s lap.

Because you just might make a face as cool as I did.

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Yup, the festivities have begun around our house.

Grandpa Dan had his annual Christmas party filled with the usual plate making, food, family, and fun.  I loved grandpa trying to get the rowdy families attention:
Grandpa: HEY!
Everyone: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!
Grandpa: (pausing to decide why we answered as a group rather than just shutting-up)
Grandpa: HO!  HO!
Everyone:  HO! HO!

Then there was more lap sitting:

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 I told you I would blog about it boys!

Chris’ grandparents had their annual party later that same night.  I loved Logan trying to get Santa’s attention:

Logan: Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa? Santa?

You get the point.  Hilarious.

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December 4, 2009

yes, master

 Steps to becoming a master the easy way.

1. cue that cheesy music duu du, duu du, duu du-du…

2. rub lamp

3. hot, old fashioned girl pops out

********POOF********

4.  you’re a master.

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But if you are Chris and you really want to do it the hard way here are your steps.

1. read a million text books

2. write a million papers

3. take a million tests

********POOF********

4. Just like that, you’re a master.

Congrats to my amazing husband for earning his MBA this month.
He is so smart S M R T!
Loves you Chris!!

 and no, I will NOT be calling you Master

November 27, 2009

Thanksgiving play-by-play

First Quarter: Third annual Turkey Trot with Chris’ Family at our house.  The runners pose for a pre-race photo.  Notice Chris on a bike because his weak/girl ankle is still healing from a basketball injury.  Not much trotting going on there.

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 First Quarter, Second Down (is that how it works?): Dunford Doughnuts, fruit smoothies, pie and ice cream, and cheetos enter all of our mouths.  Yum.

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 First Quarter, Third down: Me spinning Loge and Emmy in the spinny chair following breakfast.  You know, to mix up that healthy breakfast a little bit.  Um, now that I think about it, maybe we should have reversed the order of events yesterday.  hmm.

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Second Quarter:  Now with my family.  We played outside for a while because it was such a nice day.  Kynlee explored every inch of that sandbox.

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Meanwhile one of the THREE turkeys finished baking.  The crowd went wild…

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 Third Quarter: Our family gathers for dinner.  Everyone from my mom’s family was there minus two grandkids and their spouses making us a big party of 28 (I think).  My grandpa was proud.  Katie Kate surveys the cold dishes.  Yes the island bar was completely covered with only the cold dishes.  There was A LOT of food.

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Kayla poses with some of the hot dishes including her stove top stuffing made specially for her because who wants stuffing that has been inside the bird?  Not Kayla.thanksgiving-2009-090.jpg

Me and my plate.  Just follow the diagram to know what happened next.  And yes, I took that picture of myself.

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Fourth Quarter: Post dinner festivities.  Chris and I love, LOVE to cuddle with my big sis Shalese.   Because she hates it.  :)  Sometimes we even kiss in front of her.  GASP!

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Again, follow the diagram.

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Others allow some of the food to digest while telling some awesome jokes including this one:
Katie: Spell i cup.
Cody: eye see you pee… I don’t get it.
Katie: (laughing hysterically) Well, use it in a sentence!
Cody: okay, I like i cup.  I still don’t get it.
Nice sentence Cody, nice sentence.

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 Later, everyone else joined in the “Making Shalese Uncomfortable” game.  See!  It’s fun!  Do you see her grabbing for her mommy like she is in some horrible love game?  Remember that Kylee, Kayla, and Kemerey are only pretending to kiss her.

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Overtime: THE WHIPPING CREAM WARS! (no diagrams needed).

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Now not every war needs a loser :)  but poor uncle Kevin was brutally attacked by these four: namely Chris, Rachelle, Brady, and Cody and he sustained a war injury on his lip- so he is in the running…

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 But Chris was officially the loser in my book.  Um, see for yourself.  And for the rest of the night he remarked “does it smell like throw up in here or is it just me?”

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It was just you, love.

We are so thankful for our awesome families!  We love you!

November 12, 2009

You poor, demented child.

THAT is what my dad said to me as I excitedly told him I was going to rush home to set up a crib for his future grandchild…
just in case. :)
That’s okay, I’ll take demented.  Later when I smacked him for calling me demented he informed me what he meant to say was “delusional” (as if that were any better!).
He’s only kidding, you know.

So that’s what we did.  A good month ago Chris, Kayla and I set up a baby crib.  in MY home.  yup, we did it.  There is a crib in my house.  Like, for a baby.  A human baby.  I can’t believe it either.  And then Kayla and I talked to the picture of the baby on the mattress pad.  We named him/her Matt- clever, huh?  And Matt has been getting spoiled ever since.

Since we don’t know if Matt is a boy or a girl, we decorated the nursery unisex.  Now this does not mean that I want a unisex baby, mind you (I am a little picky!), it means that I want to have a room completely ready to go for either a baby boy or a baby girl.

So here it is.  Introducing:  Baby Matt’s room.

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Woodland animal pictures handmade by yours truly.  Via Modge Podge nonetheless!  I made these back in July, I think.  Can you tell that I’m excited?

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 ”Cutie PatHootie”  NOT Cutie PaHootie, or anything else.  Yes, I realize it is not spelled correctly (as this seems to confuse people) but the whole reason it fits with the theme of the room is because of the HOOT that stands out in the middle of the word.  You know, owl, woodland animals, cutie patHOOTie.  Come on!  I tried to find it in vinyl letters but it was never just perfect- so I painted.

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I am loving how it turned out (if I do say so myself).  It still needs curtains, a rocking chair, changing table pad for the dresser- or “poop deck” as we’ve been calling it, and I’m contemplating painting some funky trees on one wall- but this been my much needed therapy for the last little while…
you know,  because I’m demented.

November 4, 2009

T minus iwishiknew

We have been approved for adoption for one month now and it’s official.

 It has been the LONGEST MONTH OF MY LIFE.

For this entire month I have had that feeling.  The one you had as a sixteen year old when you are sitting in the stinky DMV waiting to hear
IF
you passed your drivers exam.  The one you had when your boyfriend was finally returning home after two LONG years and you find out you have to
WAIT
clear until the next morning for him to be released.  And the one I had when I was ten-ish sitting in the back of the van holding myself because I had to pee so bad and my dad, laughing to himself, started fidgeting with the keys as if he
DIDN’T KNOW
which one would start the car- and then which one would unlock the house.

That one.

Dad, you are NOT cool.  Scarred for life.

And sometimes it’s been that feeling that I had when I stupidly let my sister convince me to go to a scary movie at the theater and I sat- hiding behind my legs, hood over my face, and my ears tightly plugged the whole time.

Yeah, I’ve had that one too- only it’s real life.

But then we have those moments where we hear of our cute two-year-old nephew Logan kneeling to say an impromptu prayer of
“Chris and Dani get baby”
(and we know he’s not the only one)

It’s in these moments that I know I will eventually…
er…
get my drivers license as I kiss my boyfriend on that dang toilet.

Something like that.

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October 26, 2009

Happy Fifth, I mean, 29th Birthday!

This guy is PERFECT for me.

I have evidence.

He tuns 29 and amoungst some very nice, very grown up gifts, he unwraps the following:
Spongebob Squarepants connect four game.
Super edition of Connect Four.
Spongebob Squarepants huge game set with a rolling squarepants gameboard
Spongebob Squarepants coloring book and crayons
Spongebob Squarepants Soap.

Now keep in mind these were each from different people so there are at least four other people in this world that view Chris in this age five and older- light.

Love it.

Thank you everyone.  They are perfect!

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