The Magic Kingdom

When Ryan and I got married he told me he had a life goal to never go to Disneyland.

The things you do for love.

I was on the phone with my sister 3 weeks before the trip, I told her Ryan and I were planning a trip to Disneyland. Before I knew it, my sister and her family of 6 were coming with us. Read her blog about the trip here. We invited both of our little brothers to go as well and my mom joined us too! We also met up with our lifetime friends Kate and Doug.



We had a large group. When the cast members working the rides asked us how many were in our party, we proudly answered, "TWELVE!!!"



If you think Ryan didn't have fun, just look at this photo when he met Pluto.



The whole gang on Jungle Cruise.

Cousins!!! Please move to Utah. Grant loves you guys so much.




I have so many more pictures, maybe I'll just do a picture post.

Reunited and it feels so good.

Did you know my husband is in the military? He is and he's been deployed to the Middle East for the last 6 months. Well, he came home February 4th. I was so excited to pick my husband up at the airport, we got there a little early.

Grant hangs on anything he can find. He found this ledge at the airpot.



I couldn't stop staring at the escalator waiting for my husband's combat boots to appear at the top. Turns out a lot of military travel through the airport so after I saw 15 pairs of combat boots, I was nervous he wasn't coming home.



Then, I saw him. He looked so hot.



Grant fell instantly in love. He found out I'm the boring parent right away. He hasn't left Ryan's side, except when I won't give it up.



I feel very blessed to be a military wife. I have great pride in the United States of America, and I love and support our troops. Escpecially my husband.


I decided when he left I was going to keep a daily journal and give it to him as a gift upon his return home. I kept it for a week.

He missed quite a bit while he was gone.

Grant discovered basketball. He loves it!

I had a miscarriage, it was really tough. Luckily, I've been blessed with a mom who was there for me through the whole thing.

My mom got married. We had an awesome trip to Seattle to be there for the special occassion.

Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, and my 31st birthday.

Tonight before you go to bed, say a prayer for the military. They work hard and make huge sacrifices. All of which they do with pride and honor.

Welcome Home Ryan!

A Close Call.

I almost got in a car accident today. On the freeway. I had to slam on my breaks to avoid rear ending the car ahead of me. It was the kind of incident that you want to pull off to the side of the road to collect yourself.

How did this happen, you ask?

Did someone cut me off? No.

Did someone swerve into my lane by mistake? No.

Did I hit black ice? No.

Was I texting? No.

Was I distracted by Grant? No.

I was listening to Les Miserables and was singing along...with my eyes closed.

I sounded phenomenal.

A Public Apology

I was supposed to meet my family at Temple Square tonight and look at the lights. I was so excited. My family is fun. Seriously fun.

We always seem to make wonderful memories at Temple Square during Christmastime. There was the year I punched my Uncle in the stomach thinking it was my friend, why I thought it was appropriate to punch my friend I'll never know. Then there was the year I showed up and saw my Uncles mother so bundled up sitting in her wheelchair that all you could see was the whites of her eyes and as soon as I saw her, I just started laughing. Righ.at.her. And let's not forget the year I made a comment about a certain some one's hat and he refused to wear it the rest of the night. I'm sure his ears got frostbite. Like I said, memories. This year was no different.

We were supposed to meet at 5:30 in front of the visitor's center "with the Jesus statue". I left my house at 4:00 to give myself ample time for parking which I knew would be a nightmare. I arrived downtown at 4:45 and drove around for an hour. Yes, an hour, looking for a spot. Every parking garage I found said FULL and never found a spot on the street. I started to scream in my car and every time I would yell, Grant would yell "KAAAY" back to me. SO, after driving for one hour looking for a spot and screaming like a madwoman, I finally double parked where I thought the "Jesus statue" was so I could run in and tell my family to go without me (I don't carry my cell phone much anymore). I threw my van in park, grabbed my kid, and ran to find that the "Jesus statue" was not where I thought it was.

FORGET ABOUT IT. I guess I'm not looking at the lights this year. I'm sure my family waited and waited wondering where in the hell I was.

This is where you might think the story ends. But, it doesn't.

I had an errand to run while I was in the big city. Yes, I call Salt Lake the big city. I had to go to Williams Sonoma and return something, which is why I didn't just ride the train in. I went to Trolley Square and decided I wanted to give the lights one more try. I really wanted to go. So, I went back. What a fool I was.

I found a public parking lot and decided to give it a try. Just as I pulled in, a van was loading to leave. Jackpot. I waited. I was the only car in sight. I was elated. I knew I wouldn't see my family, but I could enjoy the lights and the different Nativity Scenes. A truck turned the corner as the van was pulling out and a girl got out of the truck and walked into the spot and assumed a Peter Pan stance. Oh, hell no. I started to pull in the spot anyway, rolled down my window and said politely "I was waiting for this spot." "We've been driving around for like 20 minutes looking for a spot." "I don't care." And I just keep pulling forward until I was inches away from her then stopped. She asked "Are you going to hit me?" "Nope, but I'm not going to move either." I was shaking, I was scared, I was mad, I was feeling dumb, but I wanted to park my car and that spot was clearly mine. She moved.

I got out and everyone in the truck yelled at me "NICE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT LADY!"

"Thank you."

Grant cried the whole time looking at the lights.

So, I'm sorry. Sorry to my cousins for not showing up and sorry that I ruined those peoples' night.

Dear Uncle Scotty,

I can't wait to meet you.



Love,

Your Nephew Grant.