True Blooded Aggie from Utah

It's been a while, but Mark and I took the boys up to Alumni Day/Family Day up at USU on September 13. The boys and I were all decked out in Aggie gear. My mom found an old maternity shirt she had from when she was expecting my little brother Tony (25 years ago). I had to wear it, and I wore it with pride. Got quite a few compliments on it to I might add.

The boys had a great time with the many free activities up on the quad - bouncy house, inflatable slides, velcro wall, fishing pond, football toss and rock climbing. I enjoyed the free Aggie icecream and sugar cookies we got to decorate ourselves. We had planned to meet my parents and watch the game that night - USU vs. Utah. Needless to say, I knew I wasn't going to be purchasing tickets for our family when I found out the general admission tickets cost $32. (They jack up the ticket prices for UofU and BYU games.) I couldn't pay that much for myself, not to mention for my 4 and 7 years boys. I called my mom and told her I was sorry but we wouldn't be coming inside to sit with them and that we would just have to go home. Well, long story short - and I still don't know how it all happened. Mark and my dad were given THREE FREE tickets and had to purchase one ticket for a whopping $20. How's that for savings -- $20 compared to the $128 I thought we'd have to pay. I was one happy camper. Only sad thing of the day - my Aggies lost, but that never stopped me from being a true Aggie.

It was funny too, that morning at breakfast Ethan said, "Mom, you and Dad are enemies." When I questioned him about what he was talking about, he said, "You are blue and dad is red." It's true, Mark graduated from the U, but I know I've helped put some Aggie blue in his blood.

Good-bye Uptown Taupe

Even the Webster's Dictionary calls taupe a soft, brownish-gray color, but when you call it Uptown Taupe - it turns PINK!! Ten years ago Mark bought the townhouse we currently live in, he choose all the colors himself. I have to admit he did quite well, I liked everything but the carpet. I never did like it and always teased him that we had pink carpet. Well, Thursday night we bid farewell to the old carpet, and Friday, we had ourselves a whole new home - I am one happy lady!! Say hello to "Old Pebble." I was so excited - once the carpet guy left, I vacuumed till I was sweating to death. I am really happy how everything turned out. I found myself just walking around on the carpet, like a lost little girl, just wandering and admiring all the hard work. Mark has done an excellent job. He's one Handy-man! Now I'm ready to put the house back together - it's one major "nesting" task before me. Hope I'm up to the challenge.

Before: Uptown Taupe
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After: Old Pebble

The countdown is on...

One more month for me - and I know I am no where ready to be the mother of three little guys!!! Although it would be really nice to have this kid on the outside, so when he wants to kick and move around I won't have to be his target, I am totally scared (as Aaron would put it) to have him at home with us. Then there's our house, I know it's not ready for another little person. We finally painted a room for him, the tile is complete, we have a toilet again, the fridge was actually moved back into the kitchen tonight, and we are slowly finishing our painting of all the baseboards. Why the hold up you ask? Well, so do I? The carpet just isn't cooperating with us, and it looks like we get to wait some more before it will actually be here. The only good thing - we haven't taken the old carpet out yet, so we do have something soft to walk around on.
So....I'll see Dr. Lamb tomorrow and begin the long anticipated weekly visits. Who knows what we'll find out?!? I'm also excited about tomorrow night - we are taking the boys to the hospital for the Labor and Delivery Tour. I wonder what crazy questions Aaron will ask? When I asked him today if he thought we were ready for a baby to come to our house he said, "Well, you better get him out soon, cuz who will take care of him?"

I'm a jerk...

While I've been down in my "cave" trying to figure out how to update the look of my blog, my cutie Mark has been slaving away upstairs. I finally went to see what he'd been doing. There he was, still in the kitchen, trying to get the house put back together for me. He scrubbed down the dishwasher and reinstalled it. Did I mention that it's now 11:26 p.m.
He's got cuts and bruises everywhere from all his hard work and to top it all off this morning when he was getting ready for work he totally broke off one of his fingernails. I couldn't even stomach the blood when he asked me to finish cutting the nail off for him. He had to do it himself. Good thing he still loves me!