South Carolina

So we have made it to South Carolina. Phew! We don’t have internet still, so we’ve actually been here for over a week. It has been a crazy adventure moving across the country, but man, people are so nice to us! We were able to stay with a family here while we were in between apartments, and then we were also able to borrow a car while we were waiting for ours to make it across the country (thanks Chuck!).

People down here are really nice. For the past 8 months or so, I’ve been trying to imagine what the people would be like down here in the South. Would it be like the cliché deep southern people you see in the movies? Or would it be a little more redneck-like since we’re near the Appalachian Mountains? I thought it was going to be more redneck, but I have been surprised that it is a bit more southern than I would have guessed. Sometimes people talk with such a strong accent that I cannot understand what they are saying. Seriously. Oh, and we were given a “southern lingo” handout by our apartment complex so that we can try to understand the dialect a bit better. My favorite on the sheet is, “Mash = Put; ‘Please mash the button the elevator.’” Haha, what? Most of the words on the list are just three words squished together into one word, like “howaou” aka “how are you?” And whenever strangers see Baby Kenny, they are not afraid to stop me, squeeze his cheeks, ask to hold him, and touch their nose to Kenny’s nose (seriously that happened. I’m usually okay with all the weird things that people do around babies, but that was a little too much for me.). And the way they talk to him! Kills me. “Well aint you pritty? You just the sweetest thang.” *Imagine said in a southern accent.

Oh, and growing up in Ohio, I thought I was acclimated to humidity, but I guess living in Utah for 6 years has made me weak. I walked outside this morning at 9:00 AM and it was sweltering! Boy, it gets hot. We have AC that we crank, and thankfully almost every room in our apartment has a ceiling fan, but still. So hot. And for the first 4 days we were here it rained And I’m not talking a drizzle. We’re talking a real downpour! Kenny experienced his first thunderstorm, and I don’t think he was too big of a fan. The thunder was a bit too loud for him and made him cry.

And speaking of Kenny, we went to our new ward for the first time last Sunday, and apparently Kenny thought I needed a bit more color on my skirt, so he decided to add a bit more. And by a bit more, I mean a whole lot. From my hip to my knee.  I wish I could say it was just spit-up; however, I was not that lucky. “Nice to meet you. What’s your name? Poopy skirt girl? Well, nice to meet you.” Awesome timing, bud.


The above picture is a typical outfit for Mr. Man since it gets so hot, and oh yeah it works very nicely seeing that we are close to the beach. So yeah, we are enjoying South Carolina! We are excited for this next bit of adventure in our lives!




Over 7 years ago, I was getting ready to go to cheerleading practicing, and my dad pulled me aside and said that he needed to talk to me. He told me that my family would be moving to Utah. Since I was a junior in high school and would be pulled away from my senior year, he gave me the choice to stay in Cincinnati or to move with my family. I prayed about it, and I felt like I really needed to go to Utah.

My whole senior year, I was looking for the reason why I had felt that I needed to move to Utah. I thought it was because I needed to help someone. Come to find out, I was really helping myself.

One day during my senior year, I was sitting in Calculus class, and my name came over the intercom. I was told to go down to the office. When I walked through the office doors, my counselor was standing there waiting for me, and she told me that I had received a scholarship to BYU. I was floored. I honestly could not believe what she had said. I nearly dropped dead right there in the office. See, I had really been debating where I wanted to go to college. I was very concerned about money, and I wasn’t considering BYU very seriously (even though I really did want to go there) because it was more expensive than my other options where I had received scholarships. A few months back, I had applied for a BYU scholarship that one Lehi High student would receive. I thought nothing of it, and honestly had kind of forgotten about it. Who knew that the application that I filled out would drastically alter my life?

I can honestly say that I would not have gone to BYU if I hadn’t moved to Utah. I wouldn’t have received that scholarship had I stayed in Cincinnati. I am so grateful for the donors who made it possible for me to go to BYU. I am so thankful that I prayed and felt impressed to move to Utah. BYU has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I met such great, amazing friends who have taught me more than I can even express in words. I met my handsome, loving husband here at BYU. I now have a sweet little baby boy who I love dearly. I have learned so much in my time here at BYU both spiritually and academically.

And here it is. My adventure here at BYU has officially come to an end. Both Ken and I (and baby Kenny) graduated today.

Baby Graduation Cap and Gown

So many good memories and experiences here at BYU. Was it hard at times? Yes, but it was beyond worth it. I will forever be in debt to those donors who made it possible for me to come to BYU.

3 Months

My little baby turned 3 months yesterday. He’s started to look like a little person!

  • He loves to suck on his fingers. He’s still trying to figure out that if he sticks them too far back that he will gag himself.
  • Two days ago he rolled over for the first time. He did it on our bed, but we can’t get him to do it again.
  • He’s not afraid to chatter and express when he’s mad. He will give you the stink eye when he’s not happy.

  • The above picture was taken during the week of his napping strike. Mr. Cranky McCrankCrank. Don’t know why that happened, but thankfully he has begun to nap again.
  • If he is trying to figure something out, he will give you his “quizzical eyes”.

  • Also, as you can see he’s started to grab and bat at things. He loves to grab my hair . . . haircut in the near future?
  • And on Sunday he got blessed!

<<Apparently Kenny was shocked the day had finally come>>
  • He was able to get blessed with his cousin, Clara Sawyer, who was born 3 weeks after him. We were so happy that they are so close together in age and were able to be blessed together.


<<I guess there was something really interesting to look at to our right>>
  • Unfortunately he is still in his “stranger danger” phase. 

  • If he starts laughing really hard, he will get the hiccups. Also, when he laughs, it sounds like a horn. And when he gets really excited, he will laugh and then squeal at the end.
  • He loves to hold his own hands. Sometimes he will interlock them. It always looks like he is planning something really sneaky.

Baby Graduation Gown


<<This is the graduation gown that Kenny will be wearing when Ken and I walk for graduation. Hopefully I can finish the hat soon. Oh, and Stacy said that he looks like a conniving judge in his gown. Ha, he sort of does.>>

So things are going well, and it seems like he is learning something new every day. So fun!


Yesterday Kenny went to church for the first time. I was so excited to go back to my own ward! (Since I took a little break to stay home with the little guy.) We’ve been in the same ward for 2 years now, and I love them all. I will miss them dearly when we have to move.Image

Also, Kenny wore shoes for the first time.


. . . his first and last time. Man, it’s hard to get a baby’s feet into shoes! They are adorable, though.


And Kenny keeps on doing an adorable side smile. It’s my favorite when he is about to break into the side smile, so the corner of his mouth on one side will start to arch up. He’s already using it on the ladies, and they love it. Right, Stacy? :)



So the other day I was looking through our wedding photos, and I came across this picture so I decided to take it upon myself to share my opinion about trains on the back of wedding dresses. You can thank me later.

You know what I believe is the real purpose of trains? To let the husband look adorably cute when he picks it up to help his new wife. So cute when that happens. As you can see, I picked a good one because Ken did that for me.

And now because I am in a giving mood, I’ll give you this gem. Pretty embarrassing actually. Not quite sure why I’m sharing this-


This is when I gracefully tripped down the stairs after I had only been married for 10 minutes. So glad that I made a fool of myself when we were the center of attention. Love when I do that. I’m sure Ken thought, “Boy, I was hoping this clumsiness would stop once I said ‘I do'”.

Nope, you’re stuck for a lifetime (and more), bud. :)


I just have to say how grateful I am for my life. Unfortunately, with how busy life is, I don’t reflect as much as I should on how lucky I am. These late night feedings have allowed me to take time and realize how good I have it. I have a beautiful, healthy baby boy. I have a kind, caring husband who listens to all of my ridiculous worries and knows how to make me laugh. I have a wonderful family who is always so willing to help out. I have great friends who will listen to me talk about poopy diapers for way longer than normal. (That is if it’s normal to talk about poopy diapers. Sorry about that, Stacy.) I have the gospel in my life, which brings so much joy and peace to me.

Above all, I am so grateful for my knowledge of God and the ability to pray.

Life is sometimes hard and overwhelming at times, but life is good. Life is real good.


A couple of weeks ago a boy knocked on our door. He handed me a letter. I was so excited that I didn’t even think twice about why a letter would be hand delivered.

I thanked him and shut the door. I eagerly opened my letter and saw “from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints” at the top.

Yep, you guessed it. It was a letter asking me to speak in sacrament meeting. To make matters worse, I found out that Kenneth recommended to the bishopric that I speak in church.

Let’s just say that the silly string bottle that I have been hiding was broken out. It went about the same way as last time (Kenneth stealing the bottle. Those darn boys always being stronger) except for it was taken outside as well. I don’t think I’ve run that fast in a long time. I’m pretty sure our neighbors think we are crazy.