I just discovered following anonymously. That's so creepy. If anyone follows me anonymously you are dumb. You should be proud of your love for me.

P.S. Isn't my husband hot?

Mother's Day Weekend

On Mother's Day we went to sacrament meeting, and then skipped out early to visit Jeff's mom. She made food, and everyone took turns holding the baby.

My mom came over that night for dinner.

This is our favorite dress of Grace's. We got it before she was born, and she finally fits in it!

My opposite farmers tan I got at the Tulip Festival.

Mom: "Hey Natalie let's go look at some more Tulips."

Natalie: "NEVER!"

Mom: "Come sit next to me so we can get our picture taken."

Natalie: "NEVER!"

Natalie is a tree hugger

And cute Grace. The only one who didn't have to endure miles and miles of tulips. Fun for five minutes. Not for three hours.

Mom's have more fun

It was always fun to imagine being a mom, and lately I've been hearing from a lot of people that they want kids. This week I think Grace and I went through an average of 3 outfits a day. Yes, both of us. We sleep about 9-10 hours off and on, usually in a puddle of pee or spit-up. The bed gets peed on at least once a day. Sometimes I change the sheets, sometimes I don't. I eat nothing but ramen noodles, because I can make it with one hand. Sometimes I get pooped or peed on and if it doesn't leave a stain I don't change. Today at Target the checker asked me if I wanted a gift receipt for my baby items. I wonder how many spit up chunks I need on my neck before they'll stop asking me that. On Monday I finally got Grace to sleep, and got in the bath praying that she would keep sleeping long enough for me to wash my hair. She started whining during shampoo, so I hurried and rinsed and put in conditioner. Then Sadie noticed one of her toys on the side of the tub and climbed in to get it. Grace started screaming. Bath over. Having kids is fun.

Poor Obama

Fox news report...

Baby is doing much better. She's napping right now in our bed, and we're listening to her on the monitor. It's so cute to hear her little noises. She's feeling much better today. She's getting cuter and cuter. Me and Jeff were looking at baby pictures of our niece Natalie tonight, and we think they look a lot alike. We're excited to see what she looks like when she gets a little bit older. We still can't tell if she looks more like me or Jeff. Everyone tells me she looks like Jeff, and then I add them to my black list.

I decided I wanted to start working on some goals now that I'm not so busy being pregnant. And by that I mean ornery and uncomfortable. I want to start scrapbooking all of our pictures. Otherwise they'll just end up in a box somewhere. I used to scrapbook with my family on Sundays growing up, and I loved it, so it should fun. I also want to start working out as soon as everything gets feeling better. I think I'm almost there. I've really been loving healthy food lately, and I'm thinking about starting a new diet. I want to get to the point where I only eat natural foods. Nothing with ingredients that I can't pronounce. Like this... And this

Both of which I have eaten for the first time in the last 24 hours. Sick. Jeff has been grocery shopping if you can't tell.

We're excited for Easter this year, because we're taking Gracie to church for the first time. Assuming she'll be all better by then. I don't usually love Easter. I hate holiday candy, and growing up my mom always made us watch a horrible black and white video of the crucifixion that just made me depressed. We will have to start some fun traditions in our family. Jeff loves traditions, because he didn't have them much growing up. I'll let you know what we come up with. We're feeling especially grateful for our Savior lately. I know I'll be thinking of the sacrifice he made for us this Easter.

The other day Jeff told me I was creepy for blog stalking. I got all self conscious for a few days, and stopped, but whatever. He doesn't know anything. Things with baby are good. She's so cute I want to cry every time I look at her. And maybe I do? She's sick right now with a bad cold, and we're doing everything we can to get her healthy. I feel so bad for her. She has a really hard time breathing, and coughs a lot. It's hard to watch, and not be able to help her, but her daddy gave her a sweet blessing, and I'm confident that she'll be better in no time.

The dog is jealous just like we swore she would never be. Remember how obsessed with her I was? Well those days are long gone. Now I lock her out of my bedroom every day just so I can have some peace, and she poops on the floor just to show me who's boss. I don't get mad at her, because I feel guilty about neglecting her. Then she usually does it again the next day. It's a crappy cycle. And the worst part is that her dog walker got a new job, and can't take her out anymore. Now she's stuck with us all day every day, and I think she hates us, but whatever. If I lay on her and hold her mouth shut I still get to kiss her and hug her, and she lets me. She's a bad dog. But I love her. Just not as much.

On a happier note, Jeff is looking for a new job. Job hunting rocks. I'm using the secret. The best part is he puts on cologne when he goes to interviews.

Gracie's first outing. Zupas.

Hat complements of Bridgett Jones. Thanks Bridge! I'd tag you if I knew how to do such things.

Good deeds don't go unnoticed.

The other day Jeff wanted to be helpful and put our sheets in the wash. Later that night I was getting in bed, and realized they were still in the washer, so I went and put them in the dryer. While I was waiting for them I fell asleep. I hate sleeping on a sheetless mattress. The next day Jeff got them out of the dryer and put them in a pile on our bed. That night I fell asleep on the couch with baby, and he went to bed. They ended up on the floor. I woke up in the morning went in our bedroom, noticed what a good girl Sadie was being, and then realized she was sleeping on the clean sheets on the floor. I put them in the hamper. This is how chores go in our house. So if you come to our house and it's a big mess, well don't judge us. You did read this blog after all.