57 Cent Halloween

We had a stressful but good Halloween. We decided that we couldn't be lame and not dress up on our first Halloween as a married couple, even with all that is going on right now. I packed all morning while Christian was in CNA classes. When he got home we took the rest of the day off. I ran into a friend's mom who recommended a bee costume for me. My original idea was a pumpkin, but I couldn't find any yellow felt or green hair spray. I bought some electrical tape for fifty-seven cents and Christian put on his new scrubs.
I was looking through last year's pictures and realized that although I wore the same colors, my shape was very different. Goodbye waist. Every other year I have recycled costumes. This year nothing fit. The last minute costume seemed to work out though. And I think Christian just gets cuter with age.

Moving Woes

These are the flowers that were on the floor in the engagement photos. I decided that it was time to throw them away. They are dusty and every time I move they get broken. They are already missing a rose. They are the flowers Christian gave me for Valentine's Day. I broke up with him two days before Valentine's day. He sent these flowers to my classroom and I admit I was a little annoyed to get them. They added to my confusion on the whole situation and I didn't want to deal with it. I kept the flowers and we ended up getting back together again about a month later. I broke up with him again in October and we spent almost a year apart. I threw away everything else that reminded me of him, but for some reason I couldn't get rid of these stupid flowers, which frustrated me again. But after all was said and done I was glad I had something that had lasted through all of the ups and downs of our relationship. It broke my heart to throw them away. I figured that since I basically blog for myself, to keep a record of our lives, this would be a good place to preserve them. I'm not usually sentimental, but these somehow wormed their way into my sentimentality.

There is a plan.

We have been through excitement, disappointment, stress, relief, more stress, more disappointment, confusion, and finally peace. I suppose it's time we pay our dues. I swore that I would NEVER live with my parents after getting married. Never say never.
We found an apartment that we both really liked that seemed perfect, and it cost the same amount we were paying for our current apartment but had two bedrooms instead of one. We were really excited to move. It wasn't a basement apartment. It had white walls. It had a washer and dryer right next to each other rather than two rooms apart. And, Hayze would have his own room. It was perfect. But then we found out that the landlord wanted to raise the rent before we moved in. We thought a lot about it and decided that while we could pay the extra rent we really didn't want to put more money towards rent each month. We still don't really know how much the baby is going to cost, and our number one financial goal for the next few years is to get Christian through nursing school without going into debt. So we decided not to move and called our current to see if we could stay. She said we could. We were relieved and decided the wood panelling would have to do for now. However, last Thursday she called us and siad that the people living upstairs had decided that they wanted to take over the whole house and she hadn't known that when she told us we could stay. So, now we have to move out in one week, and we have no where to go. We stressed about it for two days. Not only were we out of luck with the original apartment, but every other apartment available in town right now that we looked at was worse than the one before. We were really discouraged. It felt like nothing was working out. Between my hormones and Christian's school stress, I didn't know what we were going to do. My parents offered to let us move into their basement. They basically have an apartment in their basement; it is only missing an oven. Neither of us liked the idea of living with parents when we heard it. However, through several experiences and thoughts the last couple of days, I have realized that if there is one lesson I have learned in life it is this--Heavenly Father has a greater plan than I do. We have prayed to get through school with no debt since we first got married. We didn't know exactly how we would do that next semester with a baby coming and the medical bills that come with it. We are able to save a couple hundred dollars a month thanks to dad's low rent offer. It is a load off of our minds becasue we can take the time we need to find a good apartment that we will like rather than settling for something we hate just because we have to move in less than a week. The big plus of moving to the parents basement ... they have white walls.
But, if any of you find a great two bedroom apartment with a washer and dryer for low rent in this town, let us know.
For now, we are at peace knowing that Heavenly Father is taking care of us. And we are grateful for the help our parents (both sets) are willing to give us. We have wonderful families.

One year ago today

It was one year ago today that Christian proposed. He took his sweet time, but he did a great job of it. I came in to an array of of about 50 candles, millions of roses and rose petals, and my favorite chocolate Reece's Peanut Butter cups. He led me through a path of candles to a bed of roses where my ring was, knelt down and popped the questions. I'm so happy to have him. He is a wonderful husband. I couldn't be happier! I love him so much more than I thought I did a year ago.
The dried roses in the middle are the flowers he gave me on a valentine's day after I broke up with him. Crazy me. I was scared of love, but I'm glad he didn't let me give in to my fear. I kept them even after our rocky phases when I tried to run away. I always loved him, even though I tried to fight it. I'm sorry, Christian. Thanks for not giving up!


It looked much better in the dark. You can't see all the candles in this picture. They were amazing, but my camera wouldn't capture it in the darkness.


Absolutely I will marry you!... and a year later, I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together.

Strange Festival City

We went to the Heritage Festival in Cedar City. It is the first time I had ever been. Christian had never been either, but he didn't grow up here. It's a strange festival which proves Cedar City is a hick town. I'm proud of my hick, farmer upbringing. The festival started out with a parade of old sheepcamps, trailors, tractors, and horses. The main event was running 1000 head of sheep through town during the parade to celebrate bringing the sheep off the mountain. Weird, I know.

Then they had booths and food set up in the arena. Christian had fun seeing all of the horses and I had fun hearing the stories about the sheepcamps that my ancestors were so at home in. This picture isn't very good, but we finished the day with the sheep dog competitions. It was exactly the same as watching the movie Babe, but the dogs weren't as talented as the pig on the movie. I didn't even know that was a real sport. It was a fun day. Weird tradition though.

I'm Huge...

I'm between 5 1/2 to 6 months now. I have no idea how this baby can get bigger. I'm sure he will though. I can't wait! I finally feel better after my bout with swine flu. Baby is fine and so am I. So far, Christian is hanging in there too. Oh and more good news...We are moving. We'll still be in Cedar, but we are moving to another apartment. It's smaller, but it has two rooms and WHITE WALLS! See you later, wood paneling. :)

Hugh?

I was looking through the pictures on our computer and found this one. It cracks me up. Ocean found a spiderman robe at Grandpa's house and enjoyed wearing it. I just think the robe looks very similar to all of Hugh Hefner's robes and Mesa standing so close to him completed the picture. It's a cute innocent picture. Aunts should be more innocent.