We've Moved!

Well, folks, it finally happened.

After almost a year of mooching off my parents, we found our own place to live. We are now the renters of a lovely condo in Eagle Mountain, and we couldn't be happier!

Here are my top 10 favorite things about our new place:

10. Two bathrooms. Sometimes, two are absolutely necessary. :)
9. Laundry room in our condo. We were spoiled by having a washer/dryer in our first apartment, so it's kind of been a "requirement" for me for any other place we live. What can I say? I'm a snob.
8. A DISHWASHER! In our first place, we didn't have one. I learned that I'd rather die a long, painful death than ever wash dishes by hand again.
7. Kyle has his own room. 'Nuff said.
6. We get to decorate and hang our pictures again!
5. We can use all of our own stuff again!
4. Big east-facing windows in all of our rooms that let in daylight virtually all day! It's really awesome. We don't really have to turn on any lights until around 7:30 or 8, which will save on electricity big time.
3. TONS of cupboard space and a huge pantry.
2. Our little patio and balcony.
1. Our GINORMOUS walk-in closet!

Kyle took to it immediately. I mean, the first time we looked at it to consider renting it, he ran right in like he owned the place (good thing we decided to take it!). He feels totally at home. The only thing that has thrown him off is sleeping at night. At my parents' house, we were all in the same room, so he got used to us being there while he slept. Now that he has his own room I think he freaks out a little that we're not right there for him. He does better in the pack n' play, so hopefully after a few nights sleeping in it we'll be able to switch him over to the toddler bed again.

I was always so opposed to living so far out west because I thought the commute to downtown would be heinous. It's actually only about 15 minutes longer than from my parents' house. Eagle Mountain is still a new development, so it's really quiet out there. Plus, there aren't a lot of city lights, so you can REALLY see the stars. There aren't a lot of fast-food options out there, so we won't be tempted to eat out a lot (DEFINITELY a good thing). AND, they're opening a Wal-Mart 5 minutes away from our place. What else could we need? :) Oh, and apparently the ward we live in has about 3 nurseries. It seems there are a lot of little families just like us out there.

There's just one problem: we forgot how to live on our own! Seriously, it's like we're starting completely over as newlyweds. I keep wishing we could have registered for gifts and had people buy things for us. :)


"War" Veteran

I'm pretty sure I would be the worst soldier ever.

On Saturday, Cole and I met up with two of his brothers and their wives to go paintballing. You see, we've recently decided that we want to get together and do something out of the ordinary for us--which leaves a lot open, because we're the champions of playing games, watching movies, and generally hanging out. This our way of "expanding our horizons," I guess.

I wasn't all that sure about paintballing. I'm not much for shooting games, especially when the possibility of getting hit multiple times is a distinct one, but I decided I didn't want to be a total chicken and back out. So, against my better judgment, I sucked it up and went.

It was quite the experience! When we went to pick up our "gear", I was dismayed to see that all "gear" entailed was a face mask and a paintball gun. I was hoping for a full Kevlar suit...or at least football pads! One of the referees gave us the rundown on the safety rules, and basically said, "Ok, go for it!" We said: "So, how exactly does the game go?" He replied, "Oh, you'll pick it up after the first round." Great. Just great.

We entered the arena for the first round and the referees split us up into two teams as we walked in. I was falling apart because I had no idea what was going to happen. Then, I ended up on a team with only one of my sisters-in-law and a bunch of strangers. The refs counted down "three, two, one!" and all hell broke loose, it seemed. I was hit almost immediately on my bare, exposed hand. I'm pretty sure it was the most painful thing I've ever experienced. I didn't even get one shot off, and I was positive that I didn't EVER want to do it again. But, I paid for all the stupid paintballs, so I was going to use them.

The next round went a little better for me. I cowered behind an inflatable bunker and maybe shot 5 or 6 times. Pretty soon everyone on my team was out except for me and my brother-in-law. We obviously aren't very good at the game, because we stayed exactly where we were, leaving us vulnerable...someone from the other team snuck around, popped me about 5 times in the back, and, when I turned around gasping in pain, shrugged and said, "sorry".


Seriously. I was pissed at this point. What kind of a-hole shoots somebody at point-blank range with 5 paintballs? (In his defense, I later realized just shooting once doesn't guarantee a hit. Paintballs bounce off players all the time.) When we all got off the field, I vented about the jerk who took me out, and, because I'm such a friggin' crybaby, proceeded to bawl my eyes out. (Thanks to my brothers-in-law for not COMPLETELY laughing their heads off at how ridiculous I was.) The worst part was, all of the referees just laughed and made fun of me when I got hit.

After that, I was fighting mad. Don't mistake me; I was still absolutely petrified. I found out I shake terribly when my body is pumping with adrenaline. One round, I ended up being the only one left on my side after, in a panic, I took out a guy trying to "Rambo" me. The referees ended up calling that round because the only person left on the other side was another girl who was probably peeing her pants like I was, and we didn't really make very many moves. (Stupid refs were really derogatory and sexist then. Jerks.) I used up the rest of my paintballs and left my last round without getting hit.

Overall, I'd say the experience was interesting, at best. I don't think I'll EVER do it again, but now, at least I can say I've been paintballing. I got some pretty hideous bruises and welts, too (I'll post some pictures when I get a chance), which I'm oddly proud of.

What have I learned about myself? If I had to go to war, I'd be that kid cowering in the corner, crying hysterically and puking her guts out. Oh, and I'm a horrible shot.


This Month is Such a Special One...

Happy 25th birthday, Cole! I love you so much!
(P.S. Isn't this a great picture of you?)


Not a Baby Anymore...

We had to make a special purchase the other day...

You see, Kyle figured out a way to get out of his crib, and rather than try and fight to keep him inside it, we opted to accept the inevitable...

and buy him a toddler bed.

He has a diaper on...just so you know.

It was easier for him than we thought it would be. When we tell him, "go get on your big boy bed," he runs over and climbs right up. I think he likes that he can get in and out by himself.

Surprisingly, he's been really good about staying in it during the night (except for a few strange times when I wake up and he's standing next to my face--a little disconcerting!). Nap times are a different story, though. I think because it's still light and he can see what's going on he thinks it's okay to climb out and play in the room. So, for now, he's still napping in our pack n' play.

It was harder for me than I thought it would be, though. I've been forced to realize just how big he's getting, and it makes me a little sad. He's not my baby boy anymore!

(This is the time where most people say to me, "Well, guess it's time to have another baby!" If you had those thoughts, keep them to yourself, because trust me, I've heard it many times.)

On another, yet slightly related note, Kyle's vocabulary continues to expand. He now says "Daddy" instead of "Dada", which is probably the cutest thing I've ever heard...unless it's his other new word, "waffle". I don't think I've ever heard of a kid saying "waffle" as one of his early words. He's also started saying "candy" and "cookie", so you can see what's important to him these days: Daddy, waffles, cookies, and candy. I'm trying to get him to say "Mommy"--no luck so far. It'll happen though, because he loves me best. ;)

I can't believe how fast he's growing. He'll be 18 months in April! Maybe it IS time to have another baby...


Thankful Thursday

It may be a little TMI, but today I'm thankful for...

new underwears that fit. :)

P.S. No, that's not what they look like...
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