30 weeks already!

Here I am at 30 weeks. Besides still getting sick once or twice a week things are going great. At our last ultrasound they told us/showed us that our little guy has hair! We are excited for him to come in just a little over two months!

The garden is in full swing

We are still having so much fun taking care of our garden. Our sunflowers are starting to bloom, our corn are getting ears, and the vines are taking over everything. These are a few recent shots of how the garden is looking these days.

















You don't have to say it, I know I look like a pregnant caveman in this picture.


















Even though we only took this picture a week ago the pumpkin has doubled in size.


















This is a picture of one of our baby watermelon, so tiny, so cute.

Visit from the Ludwigs

My sister Jandi and her husband Kenny and baby Myles were able to come visit a few weeks ago from Walla Walla. We had fun showing them the sites of Boise. We took them to the most important attractions in Boise including, the Boise Pride Festival, (by accident rather than by choice) the river, and of course the Boise State stadium.



























































Myles making his debut on the blue turf.

We don't party like we used to

Now that Tess is almost 6 months pregnant, we don't party quite like we used to. We party twice as much as before. This year for the Fourth we partied it up downtown in Ann Morrison Park where they do fireworks. We threw on our unbelievably comfortable fold up chairs that turn into backpacks (as shown below in Tess's picture), drove downtown, parked the car in our secret parking spot, walked the quarter mile or so to the park, found a spot just 30 ft back from the rope and set up camp. Five minutes later, the fireworks started. We've gone the last couple of years and we like it a lot. Every year we get front row seats and it feels like the fireworks are right above you. After the show we walked up to the train depot with our chairbackpacks and took a few pics.

If you ever want to see interesting people, go to the train depot around midnight. There was an old couple breaking all the rules of PDA, a man wearing killer American Flag hammer pants, and in years past I've run into grown men howling like wearwolves at the moon. You never leave disappointed.













Here's the chairbackpack I've been raving about. It has even got a can holder. Oh, and it has four different reclining positions. We're thinking about sending this pic in to the chairbackpack company so they can use it as a catalog picture. I told you we don't party like we used to.

Happy 38 years!

My mom and dad have been married for 38 years today. Happy Anniversary! And thanks for being such great examples.
















Mom and Dad outside the Manti Temple after they were married.






















Mom and Dad outside the Portland Temple just a few years ago.

Old favorite

I've decided to resurrect and old post that happens to be one of my favorite. It is a post from our old blog on Vox. A lot of you may not have seen it because we didn't link up with a lot of people on that blog. The post is from May 21st, 2008. Enjoy:

PRANKING THE NEIGHBORS

So the elections for county commissioner are coming up soon here in Rexburg and today someone came around and hung little fliers for one of the candidates on all the doors in our apartment complex. Naturally, I threw ours away. But then, a few hours later after I had some time to clear my mind, I realized that I could probably do something with it. I removed it from its plastic grave and took it over to the computer. From there I typed the words "I do not eat babies, and that's a promise", into a word document. Next, I positioned the flier into my printer and pushed print. The end result was a new and improved flier that said in bold letters across the top "I do not eat babies, and that's a promise!" I took the new flier and brought it down to our downstairs neighbors, whose original flier was still hanging on their door. I quickly replaced theirs with mine. Now we just have to wait and see if they notice it.

Wednesday Nights

A typical Wednesday night at my parents' house.
















Ok, so there was a work party with people from my dad's work and a couple of partygoers snuck in their own beverages. I don't think my parents even realized the drinks were alcoholic.