Halloween 2013


Can you tell who we dressed up as?

Kenny is Pikachu, Ken is Ash, and I am Misty.

I am pretty sure that only our generation even had a clue as to what we were, and even then people couldn’t really tell. Everyone thought Kenny was a bee. It didn’t really help that there were two other babies at the party dressed as bees. Oh well, at least we did the obligatory first Halloween pics with the babe. Kenny, sorry we are lame parents and dressed you up in something you will never understand.




Alarm Clocks and Races

You know that Seinfeld episode where the Olympic racer missed his qualifying race for the Olympics because his alarm clock’s volume was set too low? And then Jerry obsesses over him not missing his next race so he sets like a million alarms, but Kramer blows the electricity with his massive hot tub so all of the alarms don’t go off?

Well that totally describes this morning . . . except I didn’t have a ton of alarm clocks. I actually didn’t set any alarms. I was totally depending on Kenny to wake me up at the usual time, but my Kenny alarm clock didn’t go off.

We somehow made it to my 5K race on time, though!

Seriously, not quite sure how we made it on time.


^^^This picture was literally taken seconds before the race started. That’s how close we were cutting it.^^^


^^^And here are the ladies I ran the race with! So fun!^^^


^^^As you can see, I was #1 in the race!!! . . . that is, #1 for bib number, not placement.^^^


^^^And here are my cute fans that made it out on such a cold day.^^^

So moral of the story is that if you want Kenny to sleep in, tell yourself that he is going to be your alarm clock for a specific time you need to get up in the morning. Reverse psychology. They tell me it works all the time.


For FHE on Monday, Ken picked up a pizza from Papa Johns (best chain pizza there is), and we had a picnic outside. Baby Kenny wanted to join in on the fun too, so we broke up some little pieces that he could eat. That was not good enough for him, though. He wanted his own big piece.


He basically just ate the cheese and sauce off. A little bit of the crust was eaten, but what was left of the pizza was mostly just a slimy wad of dough. Appetizing.

Watching a baby trying to eat a full slice of pizza is quite amusing. It makes for some great entertainment, plus I got to watch with some really great company. :)


Love these two.

Throwback Thursday Halloween Style

Since everyone is posting adorable Halloween costume pictures of themselves as kids, I thought it would be appropriate to share an adorable costume fail of myself.


Gah! What is that? Eeek.

To make things even worse, I am standing next to my sister who is adorable in her cat outfit.


Apparently I really wanted green hair, but the green just didn’t take very well in my blonde hair, which made for some really great yellow/green stringy hair. Really works nicely with the extreme paleness that is not white makeup. Yes, that happens to be how pale I am. Unfortunately, nothing has changed.


9 Month Addendum


So I forgot to put some milestones in the 9 month post. Silly me.

First, Baby Kenny has 2 teeth now. Down on the bottom. He got a fever of 102.4 degrees two weeks ago before the teeth popped through. He actually did really well when the teeth actually cut through, though! That day it happened he was completely normal . . . but close after that everything hit the fan. His schedule just went out the door. Poor little guy. He went a stretch of four days with zero naps. As hard as I tried, I could not get him to sleep. It was baaaad.

Three nights ago was the worst night Baby Kenny has ever had. He woke up at 2:30 AM and nursed, which is normal, but then he would not go back to sleep. We tried everything! He just kept crying. Finally, at 5:00 AM Ken was able to rock Kenny to sleep. Ken was methodically sitting/sleeping on the couch so that whenever Kenny would cry out, Ken could just rock him back to sleep. Kenny slept until 6:00 AM.

Hero status right there.

Things are on the up, though! Kenny is currently napping right now (YES!), and I got close to 7 hours of sleep last night (not consecutive, but you take what you can, ya know?).

Also, I failed to mention that Kenny is crawling now. His main form of transportation was scooting, and he was so fast at it! I really didn’t think he would crawl because scooting was working so well for him, but he decided to start crawling.

At his 9 month check-up the other day, he was sitting up on the exam table, and then all of a sudden he started crawling towards the edge. The doctor nearly didn’t catch him. She said, “Wow, he’s fast!” (I included this tidbit of info for you, Dad. Where did he learn to crawl so fast? ;)

Kenny also claps now. So cute. He knows that we like it when he claps, so he will clap, look at us, and smile/laugh.

And just today Kenny crawled to me with a book, stood up, handed me the book, and tried to crawl into my lap so that we could read the book together. Gah, melts my heart.

Really, this is such a great age! I love how active and fun Kenny is. Currently on my bathroom mirror there is a slimy pizza handprint from him (blog post to come). I look at that small little hand, and I get so sentimental. I know that I am going to miss these days. Tickle fights, dancing to music, sitting on my lap reading books, kissies, nice loud raspberries, playing peek-a-boo. If I could freeze time, I would.

Also, for the first time in his whole life he willingly snuggles with me. Maybe it’s just because of how bad his mouth hurts, but I will take it. Having his head rest on my shoulder, nuzzled in just right, makes my heart burst with love. Life is great. :)


^^^Trying so hard to get his hood off. Haha^^^

9 Months


Baby boy hates to lie on his back now, so this was the best picture I could get of him lying down under the blocks.

Don’t believe me?



So this is how we have to do diaper changes now days-


Haha as you can see in the picture, Kenny still isn’t very happy about lying on his back for the diaper change. Even with a book, and he LOVES books. Seriously. This kid and books. He loves to get into our bookshelves and pull all of the books off the shelves and look through them like you would for a flip book. He will just run his thumb on the side of the pages as they whip by and he will do it over and over and over. I love that he loves books, though.

But anyway, 9 months? Where has the time gone? He has almost lived longer than he was in my tummy. Crazy! Also, we realized the other day that Kenny has lived longer in South Carolina than he has in Provo. So weird.

So what have we been up to this month?


As you can see in the above picture, little guy can now pull himself up to standing. I about had a heart attack when I walked into his room after a nap and saw him doing this! Don’t worry, I lowered the crib mattress right after I discovered this.

He is also walking along the couch, too.



^^^I push things that I don’t want him to get towards the back of the couch, so he is constantly trying to reach for them. He figured out today that if he stands on my book that he can reach some fun toys. I love how smug he looks in the picture.^^^

And now that the weather has cooled off here in South Carolina, we have been playing outside a lot more. Seriously, I love it! For all of those summer months that I complained to Ken how hot it was, he would always say, “It will be worth it in the fall when it cools off.” Well, he was right. (And I did just admit that in writing ;)


^^^I love this picture! Kenny doesn’t like to touch the grass, but he got so excited to explore the tree that he forgot and started crawling on the grass and then got stuck. Haha he looks like a beached whale.^^^

And he is getting more hair now! I am almost, sort of, kinda able to part his hair to the side. The color of the hair is still debatable . . . or maybe I’m just in denial. ;)


And then, here’s a picture of him being super excited and happy-


Love this kid.

The Proposal

So whenever something happens around here lately, Ken says that I need to “document it for our posterity” because we print out a yearly blog book. Not a lie, half of the time the reason why I write on this blog is so that it can be printed out for that book. I love looking through our previous years’ books.

So anyway, three years ago from today Ken proposed to me. I already wrote about how he proposed a while back, but I left out a few tidbits. So here it is for the future posterity. Here is the complete story of how Ken proposed to me.

Ken and I met June-ish 2010. He asked me on our first date for the weekend of July 4, but I had to say no because I was going out-of-town (he still hasn’t let me forget about that). Thankfully, he didn’t lose his courage because we “became official” or we started “dating exclusively” (I’m trying to make sure that I’m not using too much lingo for the future posterity. How are they going to say it in the future? We became a “thang?” Anyway, I digress.) or we became boyfriend/girlfriend on August 5, 2010. Ken proposed October 5, 2010, and we got married on December 18, 2010. (Yes, it was quite a whirlwind and things happened very fast. And for the record, future posterity, that’s not normal, and we have been told that numerous times by various people. It is a cliche BYU engagement story that I swore would never happen to me- meet someone and marry them less than 6 months later. Oh well, I would do it all again if I could.)

So Ken proposing to me actually caused our first fight. Romantic, right?

Ken proposed on a Tuesday, but the Sunday before he proposed we were at a church function. Someone asked if there was any “good news” to share. No one really shared anything, and so Ken said under his breath that I would have good news to share next week. Of course, I wasn’t just going to let that comment slide, so I pressured and pressured him to tell me what he meant. He finally caved with the caveat that “I could not tell anyone especially my roommates.” Unfortunately my ears turned off once I heard that he was going to tell me his secret, so I do not remember promising said caveat.

So Ken told me he was going to propose sometime during the week, and my squealing and excitement began. When I went back to my place, the secret was out within 5 seconds of me returning to my roommates. Ken got really bummed that his secret was out and the surprise was ruined, and our “fight” ensued. It was more like a “hey, you promised not to tell. That kind of bummed me out.” sort of thing. Not like a real fight or anything.

So I apologized and things were back dandy.

He told me that he wanted to take me out for a date on Tuesday and to “come hungry” (which, let’s be honest, he didn’t need to tell me to come hungry because I am always hungry). So I figured that he was going to pop the question on Tuesday, but everything else was a surprise. The wild-goose-chase, the romantic spot, the lovely dinner, etc. It was absolutely perfect.


And here we are three years later with a kid. Still boggles my mind. Here’s to many, many more! :)