catching up.

I have been at my sister's house for almost a week now and it has gone by really fast. We had a really good christmas this year-- angie and I woke up hours before her girls did- excited for christmas. I don't think I will ever grow out of that. It has been good to hang out with our whole family here, except for my little brother. Speaking of Ta, he decided not to call home until 8 pm! We were all trying to talk my parents into calling his mission president because it was getting so late. He was only allowed to talk for 40 minutes so we just put him on speaker phone and all listened/talked. He sounded really good and spoke spanish really fast.
Jeff & Derek's parents gave Ang & Der's family a Wii for Christmas so we have all been playing that for the past couple of days.

Really though, I feel really boring because we've just been hanging out mostly.

Good news: I am not feeling nauseas anymore. Except for a bad experience with a bowl of taco soup and jeff's bloomin onion at Texas Roadhouse tonight-- I haven't been feeling sick or making any mad dashes to the bathroom.

I'll post pictures soon.

Jeff's proving better at domesticity than I'll ever be...

Sunday we found out that Jeff's oldest sister (Jen) who is pregnant with kid #6 is really sick, having a difficult time breathing/moving/thinking/talking so we came down to help out with their 5 kids. Jeff has been running circles around me since we got here. Granted, I do have a stupid head cold that I can't take medication for, and I forgot my earplugs so Jeff's snoring has been pretty fantastic, but still. I just get finished patting my back for getting the youngest to sit down and watch Little Einsteins for 5 minutes when I hear him vacuuming upstairs, and that is right after seeing him put the 10th load of laundry in the washer. And yesterday every time I looked at dryer to see if the cycle was almost finished, it wasn't. Then I realized that he was managing to take a load out, fold it, and put a new load in without me even realizing what had happened. I better go "check" on him-- he's making spaghetti sauce in the crockpot for dinner tonight. I love that man.

But before I go, PICTURE THIS:
If we lived in the 1940's/1950's and Jeff was a woman he would be the kind that vacummed designs on the carpet while wearing a dress, heals, and pearls (all matching) with hair perfectly set and dinner just out of the oven when his spouse came home.

I, on the other hand, would probably be an alcoholic.

The Forgotten Carols

Last night we went to see Micheal McLean's play, The Forgotten Carols, with some of Jeff's family. It was really good. My grandma gave me the book when I was younger but honestly I flipped through it but never actually read it so I didn't know anything about the play/story going into it. They did a really good job. Micheal McLean played one of the parts and there was a choir and then there were just a few other actors/singers. There was one singer named Jordan Bluth who made the show for me. His voice was amazing. I don't know if it's the being pregnant, therefore more hormones, therefore more emotional or what but I cried like 10 times during the show last night.

ocd. again.

I realized tonight that my brain can't handle someone humming, mumbling, or singing the words to a song incorrectly. Jeff likes to hum/sing/mumble/whistle songs while we are in the car. When the radio is off. Often, I don't think he even realizes that he is doing it because the words are so far off and in the wrong order that there is no way he is really devoting many brain waves to the activity. BUT, I'm wound up so tight so much of the time that I can't just let it go. Before I even realize what's happening I am rehearsing the entire song from beginning to end, including the chorus, correctly, in my head. And if I get interrupted, the song starts all over again.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, I cannot carry a tune to save my life. So, no one but me has to hear the song, from beginning to end, correctly.

dumb computer games

Time management has never been one of my strong points. Jeff is a little better most of the time than I am, but definitely not enough to even us out. There are probably plenty of productive things that we could do together. However, lately our time has been spent playing Super Mario Bros. on Super Nintendo or watching old BBC reruns of Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares.

Tonight on the way home from Cedar we decided to take a step up on the graphics scale and bought a game that we can play against each other on our computers. Except it has now been downloading for over an hour and is taking FOREVER.

Hopefully it's worth it but at this rate I will be so tired and ready for bed the last thing I'll feel like doing is play good guys/bad guys on the computer. We'll see.

shrek baby

Okay so Jeff has been called Shrek more than once in his life. Read this if you don't believe me.

Tonight was SUU's baseball team's Christmas Party so we drove up to Cedar for it. Once again I wasn't thrilled to be going (starting to see a trend?) but it's just one of those wife things so over the hill and through the snow we went. *SO GLAD WE DON'T LIVE IN THE SNOW!!!* (sorry ang). It's a team tradition that they all draw names and get each other gag gifts. Although, I don't think that any of the freshman got the memo about the gag part, so they got sort of nice gifts, which was kind of sweet really. Anyway, back to my point about Shrek. We knew who had picked Jeff's name and it was one of the guys on the team who tends to be a little scared of Jeff. He was nervous around him as a teammate when Jeff was a Senior and this kid was a Freshman and I don't think that has changed especially now that Jeff is a coach. During the dinner part I kept looking at this kid because he looked so nervous. So I started to get nervous because I was almost certain his gift was going to be bad-- and that I would end up bright red during the "presentation" of the gift. (Each player has to stand up and "present" the gift to the recipient, explaining the thought behind it, etc.) Finally, it came time for Jeff to receive his gift, and it wasn't bad at all. Kind of cute actually. He had stenciled on onesies. One said, "My Dad is Shrek" and the other said "Team Ogre" with "Junior 18" on the back. Then he had written on a couple of bottles "Ogre Formula HGH", etc. on them. I will post pictures after I take some. I don't know why he looked so nervous-- it made me wonder if he was worried that he would hurt Jeff's feelings- rather than just embarrass him- and that was scarier.

Either way, it's good to know that all it takes to stop the sex jokes is getting your wife knocked up.

gender specificity

Today my in-laws had Jeff and me meet them at Target so that we could point out the baby stuff that we like and the baby stuff that we don't like so they have some sort of idea what to get us for Christmas. There was a really cool car seat that I liked and it was different shades of gray. Jeff was really concerned about getting a gray car seat because he didn't think gray was appropriate for a girl. Then later there was a different stroller/car seat combo that we liked, but upon closer inspection jeff saw that it had lions (along with other noah's ark/jungle animals) on it.
His response was, "we can't get this, it has lions on it, if we have a girl, she can't have a car seat with lions on it!"
We had this same type of discussion about practically every item we looked at such that poor Kevin (my father-in-law) who walked into target "not believing in gift certificates" started to repeat over and over, "we just need to get a gift certificate."

Not surprisingly, Jeff assured me that if I woke up with a completely new personality and wanted to dress up our (possible) baby girl in all sorts of pink lace poofiness- he would be totally okay with it.

I still think it would be cool to wait until the baby is born to find out if it is a boy or a girl. But at this rate, Jeff's head might explode from all the pressure to find things gender neutral.