Three Years!

Yesterday was our three-year anniversary.  We went to dinner down at the beautiful Rockwall Harbor.

I don't know, I feel like I should do some sappy posting about the last the three years, and how lucky I am to be married to a man like Spencer, but I feel like I have already said it so many times.  Who wants to hear it again?

I will just say this.  I have never been so happy.  No.  I have never been so full of joy as I have been since I met Spencer.  More nights than not, I lay awake after Spencer has gone to sleep ( I can't fall asleep in five minutes like he can), and I literally feel so much joy, that I start giggling, right there in bed.  Then he does something like the famous sleep kisses, and I have a hard time stopping smiling so I  can actually go to sleep.

I love my husband.  I love my baby.  I am so grateful that we get to be an eternal family.

Oh look, I got sappy anyway.

Names?

So, we have been trying to decide on our little Princess's name, but it is not easy!  So far we have narrowed it down to six names that we like.  I've put them on a poll to the right.  Vote on the one you like best, although in the end, we will choose the one we like the best, of course.  Feel free to explain why you like the name you chose in the comments, or suggest a new one that we haven't though of yet.  You can say negative comments about the names too, but remember, we might choose the one you don't like, and ... well.. let's just say that it isn't a good idea to provoke a mama bear.

Go Team! (or Yea, Baseball)

For FHE last night, Spencer and I decided to go to the Texas Rangers/ Angel's Game.  Since we are actually Dodger's fans, we had the luxury of rooting for both teams, so no matter who won, we were happy.  The ballpark has a restaurant behind second base that we like to go to about half way through the game.  We can sit in air-conditioned luxury and watch the game from our table.  It is a nice break from the loud, obnoxious fans. 

Oh, and since Trena specifically asked for it, here is a picture of my pregnant belly in all its glory.  The nice thing is that I have finally gotten myself to stop trying to suck in my stomach and have accepted my beautiful round figure.

Happy Independence Day!

Whew... I am tired!  We had a great Fourth of July, although we pretty much didn't stop moving all day.  

We started with a Pancake Breakfast at the ward building (sorry, no pictures because I was too busy making sure it was running smoothly).

Then Spencer and I went to a bunch of Fourth of July sales, including the one at Fry's which turns out ended on the THIRD of July (alway

s read the small print on Fry's ads).

Then we went to Tracy's house for a barbeque, with lots of delicious Carne Asada.  Yum

Next, we headed over to the block party a bunch of our neighbors organized.  It was great.  We probably had about sixty-seventy people show up.  A bunch of the men got out their grills and smokers and made brisket, sausage, chicken and burgers.  We blocked off the street and the kids rode their bikes and played basketball.  It seriously felt like a slice of the '50s.  It is so great to live in a neighborhood that has so many families and kids.  

We even brought out the Bocce ball set (or as the French, and Spencer call it, Boules).

Finally, we headed back to Tracy's house and set off fireworks.  We live in an unincorporated part of the city and so pretty much all types of fireworks are legal.  Imagine the types that are normally set off by cities, or professional organizations, and then imagine all your neighbors setting them off all over your housing development.  It sounded like a war zone, but it looked awesome.  My camera has a fireworks mode, and I got some great pictures of the action.

Introducing Princess Peanut!

Yep, that's right. My stubborn genes won out in the end. We are having a girl!

I ams so happy!  It isn't just that we having a girl, I would have been just as happy with a boy, but now I can finally truly believe what is happening to us.  I can picture our little family in my mind.  I see a precious little girl wrapping Spencer around her little finger, I see her being Daddy's little girl, I see me teaching my daughter how to become a strong woman.  I feel like I have waited for this for such a long time.  It is so great that it is finally here.

That's my Dad! I love my Dad!

The other day I met the new missionary in the ward. To help him place me in the ward family tree, I told him that I was the daughter of Brother Inman, the man who had picked him up from the mission home. “”Brother Inman?" He said. "You mean my favorite guy in the whole world!”

That’s my Dad. If you have met him, he is probably one of your favorite guys as well. He is kind, and sweet, and funny, and generous, and hard-working, and one of the coolest guys around. 

I didn’t always know how cool he was. I remember when he used to drive me to school in his old carpet cleaning van. It was old, rusty and kind of smelly, and I hated being driven to school in it. I would ask to be dropped off a a few blocks away, and when he wouldn’t do that, I would scrunch down as small as possible and try to sneak out of the van without anyone seeing me. Until of course, he caught on and began honking his horn, pointing at me and shouting “That’s my girl! I love that girl!” when I got out of the van.

Many years later, I realize that is one of the reasons he is so cool. He doesn’t take himself too seriously, and he didn’t want me to either. He taught me that what other people think of you doesn’t matter, what you think of yourself does.

He is the most selfless and generous person I know. During my several hospitals stays over the past few years he made it his personal mission to take care of me. He would arrive early in the morning, and stay until Spencer arrived after work. When I got up to use the bathroom, or take a walk in the hall, I would return to find my bed remade. All this he did despite his own personal aches and pains.

He is a great missionary too. One time as I was driving to the East Coast, he drove with me as far as Arkansas and then took a bus home (see what I mean about being selfless). On the bus he met a gang member who had just been released from prison. He then proceeded to teach this man about the atonement, and when the man said that he could never be forgiven for the terrible things he had done, my Dad said “You’re wrong. Don’t you dare say that. Jesus’s atonement is for everyone.” I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I would have the nerve to tell a hardened ex-con he was wrong about anything.

I could go on for hours about my Dad and how wonderful he is, but for now, I will just honk my imaginary horn and shout at the top of my lungs, “That’s my Dad! I love my Dad!”

More about my Wii Fit

This is my Mii on the Wii Fit.  Notice the little belly pooch?  If it wasn't mirrored almost exactly on the real me, I might be offended.

I have been having so much fun on this thing.  I just unlocked the boxing mode and am learning to throw some serious punching combos.

This is my nephew, I'll call him Jak-X.  He came over tonight to play the Wii Fit and racked up about 35 minutes of exercise.  He is probably the biggest reason I am such a huge fan of this game. If he had his way, he would sit on the couch playing video games or watching TV for 18 hours a day (of course, my sister doesn't allow that to happen).  At least on the Wii Fit, he gets to play some games and get some exercise as well.

BTW, this picture is of him doing the Hula Hoop exercise.  Notice the tongue?  I do the exact same thing when I am concentrating.   He is such a fun kid. He calls my baby in utero "Princess Peanut."