No Exciting News

Now I have a problem. I've started the blog and nothing noteworthy has happened for at least a couple of weeks. I feel pressure to come up with some profound wisdom, insight, or humor and find myself lacking. The best thing I could come up with was a list of things that bug me. However, I know I am just really pregnant and I'm afraid I would regret posting the list in the very near future. Our life has been consumed with football, Scott won his championship game yesterday. YAHOOO! It has been really fun to watch him this year. His aggressive behavior finally has a suitable outlet. The few leftover hours are filled with finishing the basement. We are in a mad rush to finish before the baby arrives. Today, I have about two weeks left. ANOTHER YAHOO! My cousin claims she loves a man in a uniform. I must confess, I just LOVE a man in a toolbet! There is nothing sexier than my husband covered in dry-wall dust slaving away in the basement! If anything exciting happens, I will post it!

My Baby Turns 10

I can't believe my baby boy turned ten this week. Last night we took him out on a date for his birthday. Steve and I both felt like we were out with our best friend. He is funny, smart, and, I have to admit, a really cool kid. Before he was born, we thought he was a girl. Immediately after he was born, we thought he was from the hispanic mail-main. A couple of years later, we were convinced he was going to be sociopath. The pattern has continued, each year worrying about what he will be like when he grows up. I am now becoming more and more convinced that, despite my parenting, this kid is going to be an amazing person. Despite his very unbalanced obsession with sports, he is kind, compassionate, hard-working, and smart. We are hoping this obsession will keep him busy and tired enough to stay out of trouble for at least a couple of years. He is pictured here in his only requests for birthday presents, a John Beck Jersey and Miami Dolphins hat. To Scott's delight, the man at the Fanzz store also talked me into buying a bunch of other sports related paraphenelia. But only after we discussed his marriage and fertility problems!

Wow, at least Steve looks good!

Steve ran the St. George Marathon this weekend. When he first began training I was, I admit, very jealous. I sat there watching the kids each Saturday morning in a fat depression. If any of you can't understand this. Just imagine you love to scrapbook, it's your outlet and hobby, and then one day you catch your husband down in the basement doing your pages and going to scrapbooking night every Saturday. This is how I felt watching Steve train, reminding myself that he has unselfishly supported me for many years. However, all my feelings of jealousy turned to sheer PRIDE as I watched him pass me at the 16 mile mark. I got tears in my eyes and my heart swelled (like it usually only does when I watch my boys make a touchdown or a soccer goal)! Steve also grabbed my hand and kissed it as he passed. Let me tell you that will cover my romantic needs for about another six years. He finished the marathon with an awesome time and he felt great! He is a stud! Everyone knows I will brag about Steve, what can I say, I married up!