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4/27/11

Amishville

Last week, McKay and I were able to visit my grandma, aunt and kids in PA.  They live in this adorable town with large yards and windy roads.  It was such a relaxing change from the craziness of Miami.  Sadly, I was having too much fun and was not able to capture pictures of the adorable Amish carriages and houses.  Most of all, I regret that I didn't photograph the Zonkey I saw.  You read that right, Zonkey- half zebra, half Donkey.  Weird, I know.

I absolutely loved my trip.  We went to the cute little amish markets, did the Hershey chocolate tour, had some amazing food, and just hung out.  My grandma is amazing.  She is so positive and I want to be her when I grow up!  One of the most important lessons she taught me on this trip is that its ok to eat a little (or a lot!) of chocolate.  We're all going to die at some point anyway, right?  Why not die happy.  

I also learned that my aunt Diane and I are a lot more alike than we thought.  It is interesting how you can grow up far away from someone but still be so much like them.  She was always the "cool aunt" growing up.  I always wanted to be like her, and nothing has changed.  Her kids are absolutely adorable and she is the best little mom.

I am so grateful for this relaxing trip.  I was amazingly able to get a nap in everyday!  Now back to real life.  Why do I always feel like I need to keep myself so dang busy?  For some reason I can't accept the fact that I cannot do everything I used to be able to do pre-baby, but I wouldn't have it any other way.  

4/25/11


 I hope your Easter was filled with lots of treats like mine.  
 
Grandma Bonnie treated McKay to a picture with the Easter bunny during our sweet trip to PA last week


Father-Son Bonding
Chillin and watching the fish after a large, delicious Easter feast.  This was too adorable not to photograph!

I keep thinking of the Chris Farley SNL skit, "diet starts Monday!"  Oh chocolate, how I love and hate you at the same time.

On a more serious note, I am truly so grateful for the Savior and for the knowledge I have of Him

4/10/11

Domestication

Have you ever taken that love language quiz?  I have taken it before but I just took it again tonight and nicely asked forced  Bryan to take it.  My top love language is words of kindness, while my husband's is acts of service of service.  If there was a side note under that it would be MAKING DELICIOUS MEALS.

We lived with my grandparents for a little while and it was fantastic because my grandma made wonderful homemade meals daily.  Once we moved out, I realized I needed to step it up and become more domestic.  Unfortunately I was pregnant when we moved out and most cooking smells did not do good things to my GI system.  Then I was in survival mode with a newborn.  Recently I realized that since we weren't living with grandma anymore, I needed to step it up or the husband would wither away and my love would be unexpressed!   No more quesadillas every night for dinner (even though we are still obsessed with them.)  I realized I actually enjoy cooking.  It's not that dreaded chore I thought it would be and can actually be fun and creative.  It doesn't hurt that my husband is incredibly gracious with everything I make even when burnt or bland.  He knows how to get what he wants.

I encourage you to take the little quiz you haven't already.  While I write my husband notes and wonder why he doesn't very often, I realize he is doing things for me all the time and that the way we express our love just differs a little.    For me, learning to cook has done awesome things for our marriage.

What is your love language?
PS, Bryan is training little Busty to be a Giants fan at a young age.  
**Quick History of the nickname.  
When in the womb:
Amy: What should we name our son? (asking for the billionth time)
Bryan: Buster (after Buster Posey, the national league rookie of the year last year who led the Giants to the World Series title!!!!!!!!) -husband helped me with that last statement if you couldn't tell-

Then he became Buster in the womb, shortened to Busty, and lengthened to little Busty Pants by by lovely sister Kara.  Random, I know.