Star Struck

Tonight for date night, Brian and I went to the Suns game. We had fantastic seats (thanks Darin!) and sat just four rows from the court. This may sound nerdy, but coming from a small town Canadian girl, I was star struck, yet again. I never get over how cool it is to live in a city that has so many opportunities to see things like this. I remember watching Shaq on TV in highschool and seeing all the people in the stands and you just didn't think of ever getting to be one of them. Now, here I was sitting so close I could hear the players talk to eachother...amazing!!

Thanks again to Darin and our family for watching the boys. Aside from the rude lady behind me slurring and spitting profanities in my ear, we had a fantastic time.

(Neither of us are too camera savvy, so no pics of us, just The Diesel dunking...maybe next time)

Why I will never drink...

I read something the other day that said at eight weeks pregnant: "You are wondering why you feel hung over all the time and you haven't had a drink in weeks." If this is what is feels like to be hung over, aside from personal convictions, I will never drink!

I thought that with this being the fourth go around I would have this pregnancy thing down. Either I can't remember, or else I have never been this tired before. I wake up, get through the morning and then am back in bed in the afternoon and never quite recover until the next morning. Waves of guilt come over me as I read the blogs of all the fun moms. My poor boys. I think they've logged their lifetime quota of TV and independant playtime. My three year old niece made Luke a sandwhich for lunch today, because I couldn't get off the couch. My poor husband comes home to our partially packed house and does the dishes every night. Ahhhhhhhh!

The nausea has also kicked in and all I feel like it Sprite and smoothies.

However, I just talked to my friend who averaged throwing up 30+ times a day for six months! So I will count my blessings, stop complaining and be grateful to be incubating.

Hangin' at the Gym

Gymnastic classes are keeping us busy on Thursday nights. The boys love it, and Lukey and I love watching from the stands. Go Superoos!

Why Boys Are GREAT...

1. They know how to cheer really loud at sporting events.
2. They get everyone their blankets and stuffed animals for movie time while mommy takes a nap. Ben is the best helper right now.

3. They love to wrestle, with me, their daddy, Grandpas and best of all each other.

4. They give great hugs and kisses.

5. They think newspaper safari hats are really cool.

6. This one likes to stay in his jammies all day long. (Both of which are great ideas!)

My "Other" Blog and the Best Marriage Class Ever!

We just finshed seven weeks of marriage class put on through our church (see "My Faith" section down the sidebar for more info). I had no idea how much better our marriage could be!Brian went dragging his feet (afterall this is just two more hours of classes added to the eight plus he does each week, kinda can't blame the guy), but we both loved the experience. Beacuse of all the information we recieved, I decided to start another blog so I could write down great ideas I get or perspective I gain from people and experiences in my life. I am a terrible journal keeper, so I guess this is kind of a substitute. You can find the link on the sidebar if you want some heavier reading. Feel free to leave me comments if you have heard a great parenting/marriage/survival tip or observed someone who figured something out that needs to be shared. Enjoy "Two Mosquitos In A Tent"!
Warning: To date their are no pictures and it is just my rambling thoughts.

Aunt Cletty's Sweet Hook-ups

Nothing makes you feel festive like a little free bowling, thanks to Aunt Cletty. We had a great President's Day playing with cousins in a spur of the moment bowling date. Gotta luv Noah's awesome pose!

Lukey was a little more into the "fruit naks" than the game, all good. Ben is still reminding me that he got a strike. He loves this game! Thanks again for the great day and for the fantastic picnic in the park afterward. Everyone needs an Aunt Cletty.

Mommy Party

The benefits of having a sister that is pregnant with you is that when you both crave lunch at 10:20am, you both look insane together. So off we headed to Paradise Bakery for half salad/sandwich meals. Lukey and Jeffey were along for the ride and both enjoyed their festive cookies. When we walked in, Lukey said: "This is a party, right mom?" Yep, Lukey! St. Patty's Day sprinkles

We love brothers.

This Doggy back pack reminds me of the tentacles that surgically implant themselves into the octopus guys back in Spiderman! He never leaves the house without it on.

Jeffey took a picture of the prego mommies. We finished the morning off with a brisk walk behind my sister's awesome BoB stroller. Can't wait to meet the new cousin twins!