Girls Just Wanna...

LONDON

My three favorite things about this picture: Londy's angellic face and half smile, her Shirley Temple curls, and her hiked way-up socks (what? is she playing soccer later???) Ok four, I love her little stance--what a poser!

ASPEN

Now this cute girl is quite a bit tougher to get to pose for (or even look at) the camera....but I put her in roller skates and she couldn't get away so fast! Although this is obviously caught mid-fall into my lap!

TEEGAN

This next little small loves to hula hoop....and she's really good at it too. She watched me try and there was laughing.....I CAN move my hips but apparently not in the right directions!!!

I gave Londy new jammies for her 3rd birthday and here she is showing me what the "monkey on my jammies is doing"...

"Can you see my panties if I stand like this??" Well, London, when you're that stinkin adorable, I think it's okay that we see your unders!

Sacred Steam...

In January, Dave and I went for a walk around Temple Square and he captured this shot of the temple through the steam rising up from the reflection pool. Freezing but totally worth this pic!

My Dad's Better Than Your Dad...

I love my job. Sometimes it's stressful; mostly when a baby's life is in peril. My adrenaline spikes and I go into life-saving mode. Sometimes while in these intense situations someone says something to break the tension....I like it when it's myself or a coworker, cause we can laugh about it later. But I LOVE it when it's a parent (usually Dad) because they are usually in their "mode" and have no idea the nurses are all close to wetting themselves over their comments!

Case in point #1:

While I was orienting last May, I had several really great learning experiences that came in the form of baby codes (ie baby comes out not breathing and has no heartbeat). One of those happened with us being alerted to it beforehand and we were there at delivery. Baby looked like crap. About 400 people were ushered out of the room. We worked on the kid. From across the room there's Dad, calling out to the baby, asking him to "cry for Daddy, Buddy, cry for Daddy" and "Daddy's here buddy". Sweet. Sort of. But mostly creepy. And then there, in the midst of our quiet but efficient efforts to get the child to breathe, we hear the Dad singing, with all the gusto you'd expect, "Winnie the Pooh. Winnie the Pooh. Chubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff he's Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh, Silly, willy, nilly old bear...."

Yes he did.

And as we're running with the bed downstairs to the nursery, and the bed rolls over my shoe and flings it across the hall, and I don't stop to get it cause I'm in The Mode, this crazy-slash-sweet Dad continues to sing "Winnie the Pooh"! About 5 minutes later, out of the blue, he asks me, "Hey. Where's your shoe?" PRIORITIES, MAN!! I LOST IT SAVING YOUR BABY'S LIFE!!!

Pure hilarity.

Winnie. The. Pooh. Seriously???

Case in point #2:

Happened last night. It was a hellish night. I had three VERY fussy babies in Level 2 (the sick kids). Our Admit nursery was extremely busy as well, so when I had a second, I ended up over there helping Cousin admit a baby. Kiddo was really red, which is a sign of too many red blood cells, which most often happens when the parents decide not to cut the umbilical cord until it stops pulsating (stupid) so the kid gets all the red blood cells and her blood is too thick and sticky to oxygenate properly which leads to respiratory complications....anyway, enough of the medical drama...bottom line is I have to draw blood on the kid and because it's so thick, she's a hard stick. Mom and Dad are there, hovering and asking questions, which is totally within their right. They want to be right down there in her face, all up in my grill while I'm poking her with a needle. Fine. She's crying so they "ask" her if she wants to hear the songs they've been singing to her big sister....apparently she said yes, she would love to hear some songs, cause they began to sing

"I Am a Child of God"

which is sweet and adorable and awesome and all of those other great adjectives that describe that song....but it's also a little awkward for the nurse (me) who's in The Mode...especially with them snuggling right on in. I'm maintaining my professionalism during the off-key singing until I hear Mom sing,

".....with parents KIND OF DEAR..."
Excuse me? Just KIND OF dear???!!!
I about lost it.
Know what I had to think about to keep from busting out laughing while holding a needle in their baby's arm?
Dead puppies. Dead puppies. Dead puppies.
Wasn't working......
So then I started thinking about a fight Dave and I had the other day....and how bugged I was....
Dead puppies and fighting with my boyfriend. Two very NON funny things.
It worked. I didn't laugh, the baby didn't stop crying, and the parents didn't stop bothering both of us.
The baby DID slow her crying until the part about how her parents were only KIND OF dear, then she burst into tears. Poor thing couldn't handle it.

I love my job.

Kissiversary

I'm inspired by "Wordless Wednesday", Amber's fairly new addition to her blog. And since I want to be like her when I grow up, I'm stealing the idea and tweaking it for my own (thanks, Amb!) On that note, I'm installing "FABULOUS FRIDAY" as my new DirtyLittleSecret!

My Dave and I up East Canyon
*I love this picture for several reasons. First, the obvious one--being kissed by my man brings pure bliss to my face. Second, it was one of those sweet moments when pics take themselves, you know? I just thought the lake was beautiful and wanted to get us in with it...I was going for a smile when he kissed me....so I snapped this shot, and it turned out to be almost perfect! Anyway, I love it!

Rain on Our Parade

The Saturday before St Patrick's Day found us at The Gateway at the parade. And I'm not sure why...cause first of all, we had to get up at 6am to get there on time, second, we had not one child with us! Granted, we were going to meet Jason and Deana, who had kids we could claim, but while trying to locate them, it was just three adults walking up and down the parade route (Dave and I had been talked into going to the parade by Jared, his roommate). And third, it was cold and windy....we stood in line at Starbucks for about 30 minutes for a warm beverage!

We finally found our people and had a fun time watching all the roller skaters, horses, Shriners, clans, dance groups, dogs and Catholic school kids in the parade. Partway through, the rain started! I hadn't planned on freezing that morning, so I was only in a tee shirt and light denim jacket. Deana gave me her "magic" scarf that has a huge hole in it so you can put it on like a hat then wrap it around your neck too. Helped a bit. Dave had grabbed a windbreaker from his car, which is about as much of a coat as he ever wears (the man is in short sleeved tee shirts most of the winter!) and it may have helped with the wind but when the rain came, he just got drenched! I was glad I hadn't bothered to wash my hair that morning, and just had crazy hair at work that night...who cares, right??!! We finally left and made it to the Chinese restaurant right before the rain turned to snow :) It doesn't really matter the circumstances, as long as you're with someone who makes you happy, good times will ensue!

Dave and I PRE-rain!

After awhile, we couldn't even snuggle to stay warm, cause he was soaked!!!
The magic scarf cracks me up!

The men--Jason, Jared and Dave. (I like how the J's are snuggling a bit!)
Anything to stay warm I guess!

Second Chance Lucky

I guess it's time to update a really important part of my life, that has BECOME my life. So for those who I don't get to see every day, and who don't get to see the smile on my face, here is the abbreviated version (which will probably still be very long, cause who are we kidding? I don't do abbreviated anything!)

Once upon a time, in 1996, I met a boy named David. A week later his persistence paid off and I agreed to go out with him. We dated. We fell in love. We were going different directions. We broke up. We found others. He married his. I almost married mine. Fast forward 14 years. I see him on Facebook. He takes two minutes to realize it's me (short, dark hair had replaced long, blond!) He's surprised. We start chatting. We plan to meet for breakfast. We see each other. We small talk about work, the weather and why we broke up all those years ago (neither one really remembers actually ever breaking up...just that I returned my beautiful promise ring, which broke both our hearts.) We leave, both realizing that there are still incredibly deep feelings there. Those feelings shoot to the surface. Dang. Timing is off a little. He's going through a divorce. Divorce finalizes. Friendship ensues. Love happens.

(Hey I CAN abbreviate stories!)

Some pics from one of our first outings together...we drove all over SLC one day (we LOVE to drive) and stopped at the "This is the place" monument and Temple Square to walk around in the frigid Utah winter....we're nothing if not crazy!

We're kinda cute together, right?!

Zion and the Virgin

I took a quick trip with Joey and Glen to St George for the weekend and met up with my parents and Tammy and her kids in Mesquite for lunch then spent the next couple days with them before heading home through Zion National Park....which added HOURS to the usual 3.5 hour trip. In true Wilson style, it was a comedy of errors filled with 83 differing opinions as to what to do, where to stop, how to spend the time, but we had a great time (also in true Wilson style :)

Look very closely.....cause these are quite possibly the ONLY pictures I'll ever have of my parents outside a casino. EVER. And frankly, I was surprised to get them.....perhaps life mellows people out a bit!

Donny, Tara, Me, Joey, Dad, Mom, Glen and Tammy outside the Virgin after a yummy seafood buffet...a really good place to spend 8 bucks on a Friday afternoon...

Eating a well balanced breakfast of Nilson's Frozen Custard concretes on our way out of St George...WHAT?! Mine had berries!

Why wouldn't we be playing Rook on the Hurricane Subway lawn???

G shimmied himself up Mom's van for a group shot and I couldn't resist taking this delightful little snapshot of him and the amazing Zion Canyon behind him.

Grandma Rosemary and her eldest, yea, and also tallest, grandkiddos--Tara and Donny, in Zion.

When have I ever let a day slip by without taking a self-portrait?? NEVER. So why would I start now?? Joey, G and I cruising up the canyon....wind in our hair (we wish). C'mon, I drive a freaking Saturn!

And here we are again looking like J Asses. Can anyone tell we're related??? This is a patented look we've got going on...so don't try it at home without adult supervision.

Going through the tunnel (that our Grandpa Jim helped build in 1930, mind you....don't know how they feel good about even charging us to go through the canyon...geez). Don't worry, we were honking and jamming to Blackhawk all the while.