Am I posting about Halloween a month late? Why yes, yes I am.

This year Kenneth and I (and Kenny without having a choice) decided to be “Beach Bums”. Here are the pictures to prove it-

And like I mentioned in a post a while back, we carved a pumpkin. This year we decided to do the Stay Puft Man. (Ken has an inside joke with his old roommates about the character.) Here’s the beauty-

I think it turned out pretty good considering I have zero patience and wanted to end once we finished a quarter of his body. Ken basically carved this by himself.


Front Row Seats!

One of the perks working for BYU admissions? Getting front row seats at the BYU basketball game!

Above is a picture of the tip-off. The two rows in front of us were reporters . . . but we totally got more comfy seats than them, and these days I am all about the comfy, so I was okay with it.

We got to sit front center next to the president of the university. Unfortunately, he wasn’t there, but we did end up sitting by two General Authorities still.

There were rules that we had to follow, though. We had to arrive early, we had to “dress up”, and we had to behave. Let me tell you, that last rule was really hard for Kenneth. :) Ha, I kid.

We were on the Kiss Camera, though. They were scanning the audience, picking random couples to show on the jumbotron,  and then they focused in on Ken and I and the couple behind us. We didn’t know which couple they wanted, but then they zoomed in on the couple behind us. I made sure to lean back and get in the shot still, though.

So BYU ended up winning, and Ken and I briefly ended up on TV. Successful night.

Oh, and on a related note, Jabari Parker came to our ward on Sunday. Pretty legit.

Happy 11/12 Birthday to Me

Today is Stacy’s Birthday my 11/12 Birthday!!! I know, big day for me.

Every Friday I have lunch with this awesome girl. Her name is Stacy Marie LeCheminant. You can call her smelly (because of her initials). She loves it when people call her smelly. She also loves it when you say that you have traveled to “San Fran” and recently ate lunch meat.

I gotta tell ya, I am so lucky to have this girl in my life. Like the best. There’s never a dull (said correctly due to Stacy’s teachings) moment with this girl. I love it. And like I mentioned, she has taught me so much. I now know how to properly curl my eyelashes, gag when I am brushing my teeth, have my “acting pants” handy for special situations, how to sing Kumbayah in a round (super hard to do if you’ve ever tried it), and what to do if there is a fire (jump over the fire into the enclosed room). No but seriously. She really has taught me so much- how to laugh, how to cook, how to write essays (thanks again Stacy for editing my essay for the Business School), how to study hard, how to work hard, and how to make any situation positive.

I love this girl. I hope that she doesn’t ever get sick of me because I want my kids to be able to know Stacy and see what a great person she is. She is such a great example to me, and I feel blessed to have her in my life. :)

And now for Stacy’s Birthday present your viewing pleasure, here are some gems I found-

It just doesn’t get old. Gets me every time.

So anyway . . .


(I wrote it in purple since you really like that color.)

33 Weeks

Here’s 33 weeks. As you can see, I finally broke out the maternity tops. (Thanks, Tracey!)

I know you will be surprised to hear this, but pregnancy is getting uncomfortable (not that pregnancy is ever comfortable). Baby Kenny is able to push my left hip bone and my right rib cage at the same time. Impressive, little man. It also has become hard to breathe at times because he likes to hang out in my rib cage. And don’t judge me if I drive around with my window down in 30 degree weather. I’ve been getting super hot lately. And did I mention heartburn? Boy, oh boy, I love the person who makes Tums.

But enough of that complaining stuff. It’s hard to believe that we are just 7-8 weeks away from meeting out little man! (I keep on telling myself that he’s going to be late, so I don’t get my hopes up.) We are gradually getting our apartment ready. It’s going to be a bit tricky since we only have a one bedroom apartment, but we are planning on him just loving his bassinet and never wanting to sleep in a crib, so we’ll see how long that lasts.

The other night I was laying down, and baby Kenny pushed really hard on my stomach. I told Ken that it hurt, so Ken  pushed Kenny’s foot back into my stomach. Kenny then proceeded to stick his foot a good 1.5 inches out and moved left then right then left. It was crazy! It was the first time that we saw his little foot stick out so far. Ken said it looked like there was an alien inside me. It was kind of like little Kenny was saying, “Oh yeah? Well I’m squished in here, so take that!” Hopefully this defiant father/son relationship doesn’t continue, though. :)

32 Weeks

So I missed the update of the 31 week baby bump. Here’s a picture of me at about 32 weeks-

Stacy and I were walking home, and she made me awkwardly hold this huge sign to take a picture. A police officer happened to drive by right when she was snapping this pic. Thankfully he didn’t find it weird enough to stop and inquire.


Rachel thought I’d never write this post. Well, she was almost right. The events that this post is based on may or may not have taken place almost two months ago, but that’s besides the point! With all the silly things Rachel posts about me on our blog it’s only fair that I take my turn and share one of her silly moments…

It all began when Rachel poured too much milk for her morning bowl of cereal (a common occurrence in the Alford household) and finished off the milk. We talked about buying more milk and went on with our day. The next morning I woke up to make breakfast and there wasn’t any milk. I thought to myself, “hmm, guess Rachel forgot to buy the milk,” and didn’t think anything of it. That evening when we were both home Rachel wanted some cereal and I told her there wasn’t any milk. She emphatically told me that yes, there was milk in the fridge, because she had bought some last night. I assured her that there wasn’t any milk and upon opening the fridge she let out an “oh no.”

Backing up a little, the night before Rachel ran to the BYU creamery to get some milk. Only milk. And fyi, the creamery is about 5 blocks from our house. Somehow during the “long” drive home, Rachel managed to forget that she had purchased two gallons of milk and left them in the car. Returning to no milk in the fridge…Rachel ran out to the car and brought the milk in. She asked if it would be okay if we just put it in the fridge. Considering that our car had probably been 90 ish degrees that day I said no way. Inspecting the jugs of milk confirmed my decision since they were bulging at the sides.

Since that day was trash day, and our garbage cans were still out on the curb, we just put the jugs on counter and went to bed. Bad move.

The next day I got a phone call from Rachel saying that our kitchen smelled really bad. Why you ask? Because one of the jugs of rancid milk exploded its top off and exploded all over our kitchen. Rachel had been on the phone with her friend Stacy, hung up, and then heard a loud “BANG!” a few seconds later. She thought that a gun had gone off somewhere close by. Thankfully it was just rancid, curdled, smelly milk that got on the ceiling, and conveniently over most of our dishes in the cupboard since it was open just a crack.

The pictures don’t begin to do it justice. The curdled chunks were thicker than cottage cheese, and thanks to my pregnant wife, I got to clean it all up since the smell was too much for her to handle :)

We promptly put the milk on the back porch. Not wanting the other jug to explode inside of our hot trash can during the day, we left the jugs there until trash day the following week.

Hopefully next time Rachel really wants cereal she remembers this experience and brings in the milk from the car :)