tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76185531879080318502024-03-05T02:03:39.209-08:00Tiffany KayTiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-54095567716857684582014-11-23T20:53:00.001-08:002014-11-23T21:42:54.808-08:0015 monthsLife update time. I had kind of given up on blogging, it has been SO LONG. How do I catch up 9 months. But then I started reading old posts. I love the flood of memories they bring. And so... here I am.<br />
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We moved to California in June, had a month of heaven before Matt started school. Even then we knew it was the calm before the storm. And then the storm came. Matt started school, and it has been just as crazy and everyone warned us it would be. From what we hear the first year, and then 1st quarter of the 2nd year are crazy and then things start to get a little better. Apparently the 2nd and 3rd quarter of the first year are the very worst. Where are we? Almost through the 2nd quarter. It sucks.</div>
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Living in the Bay Area has been awesome though. I really do love it here. Probably mostly because of the amazing friends we have made. I have never been in a Ward that is so friendly. And the other "Dental Wives" are such a great support. And there is always something fun going on here, so many things catered to little kids too. Its been fun discovering the area. </div>
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Guys, I love being Brylins mom so much. It just keeps getting better. Here is my homegirl update</div>
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Brylin is 15 months. She...</div>
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- Runs. All. Day. Long. I am not joking. She builds up a sweat multiple times a day just from doing laps around the house.</div>
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-Is still behind in teething. Her 2 bottom teeth are in, her top two are well on their way, and one other on the bottom just poked out last week. I worry about the "toothless" gene that Matt carries. O how I worry.</div>
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-LOVES dogs (aka woof woofs), and any stuffed animal or doll. And when holding one she does nothing but try to put it to sleep. She walks around patting the doll on its back saying (Shhh shhh shhh)</div>
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-Says Dada. A lot. She loves to call Matt at school or point to his pictures.</div>
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- Calls me dada.... not cool</div>
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- Is a signing baby! I worry it has made her a little on the demanding side. Signs she knows- more, eat, water, milk, bath, help. And it seems if she is awake she has need to be signing at least one of them.</div>
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- Just changed from 2 naps to 1. Which is usually 2- 3 hours long. She goes to bed at 6 (making it hard to do anything in the evenings) and wakes up around 8:30. I wish I could move her sleep schedule back an hour or 2 , but I am scared to mess with it, she sleeps SO much.</div>
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- Has decided strangers are ok. She will go to just about anyone. Especially if they have a dog or doll...</div>
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-Eats just about anything. Except cabbage. Dont even think about trying to give her cabbage. Her favorites are cheese, raspberries, oranges, noodles of any type, and whipped cream.</div>
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-Is still being swaddled. Seriously. We use a woombie, and she can stand up in it and get her arms out if she wants. But she does not want. She loves it. She basically puts herself in it. One day she will grow out of this right?</div>
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- Seems to be incapable of sharing or being "gentile" </div>
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- Really loves music. Her dance moves...well... you can tell she is me and Matts child. But she is working on them.</div>
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- Gives "kisses" which are actually just a big long face lick. I never thought I would beg someone so hard to lick my face.<br />
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They are twins</div>
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If you look close you can see Matt chasing the babe</div>
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Brylin was obsessed with this pumpkin and box for weeks. </div>
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Her halloween costume</div>
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Where she found her deeply-loved pumkin</div>
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The next few are a trip we took to Lake Tahoe during Matts semester break</div>
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Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-29926689645519288472014-02-19T19:49:00.001-08:002014-02-19T19:49:34.068-08:00Baby Brylin- 6 monthsHow is it that this babe of mine is half a year old. It boggles my mind and I cant think of much else, other than how huge she is getting.<br />
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I have been saying "NOW, she is the perfect age" since she was like 3 weeks old. But I seriously think 6 months is it.<br />
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For my own documentation... at 6 months our little babe:<br />
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- is SO painfully close to crawling. She can get up on her hands and knees so quick and has recently started doing a funny little frog jump. But she hasn't quite figured out how to move her arms in this position, so it usually ends in a face plant.<br />
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- is a giggle box. A glance in her direction results in a giggle. Laying on the floor, she gets the giggles. Changing her diaper, giggle.<br />
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- the one thing that does not give her the giggles- seeing Matt or I walk away. This ends in a mico-fit. Even if its just to the other side of the room. This is a new thing for the babe... and Im not sure how to convince her that we aren't deserting her 20 times a day.<br />
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- has no teeth yet. But Matt is very consistent with his nightly teeth checks (maybe because its the closest thing to being a dentist hes got).<br />
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- has almost perfected sitting. She is pretty stable most of the time, but once in a while gets a little too excited about something and forgets shes sitting.<br />
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- participated in the "baby olympics" last week with my mom as the host. Of course Grandma awarded her with "Gold in all of you events!" but one of the crowd favorites was the rubber duck event. Where Brylin balanced a rubber duck on her head for a record breaking 37 seconds.<br />
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- is a blow out master. Last sunday morning I washed her pink, ruffle bum tights after being pooped on. She got all done up for church, and before it even started we had another epic blow out.<br />
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-LOVES her stroller. She spent a lot of time in there this last week and never makes a peep once shes in there.<br />
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- has improved greatly in her sleep patterns. After a month and a half of 10 hour sleeps every night, we had a real regression around Christmas time. She was in party mode and was getting up multiple times throughout the night. When we got back from San Fransisco in January, we went full force into sleep training (I think? I am still not totally sure what this term means... but I think its what we did). On average, she now goes to bed at about 7, wakes up at 4ish to eat (when shes feeling really nice we skip this step), and wakes up around 7:30. Im not sure how this compares to most kids at this age... but I will take it.<br />
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- is eating rice and oatmeal cereal like a champ. Her 6 month appointment is next week and Im excited for her to start trying... real... food.<br />
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- went swimming for the first time last Friday! Happy Valentines day to Brylin. It was outside and surrounded by palm trees, and she loved it. If all of the Provo baby swim lessons weren't full she would be starting next week... dang Provo and all of its millions of babies.<br />
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- is a strong believer in Stranger Danger. Our happy, smiley baby, crys instantly when someone she doesn't know takes her. Any tips here? I could use a few.<br />
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- is learning sign language. But is she really? Im not sure. For the last month we have been signing: Mom, Dad, bath, milk, and eat. We have a few months before we are supposed to see understanding of these signs. But by the looks she gives us I am just not sure there is any understanding forming.<br />
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Hahah this smile. Once in grade 2 Nicole forgot how to smile, and smiled like this for the next 3 years. Seriously. At least were getting this stage out of the way early.</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Brylin just turned 2 months old and I feel like we are just starting to get into some sort of rhythm. Im not sure how some moms go back to work or school after only a few weeks off. I have loved these last 2 months, and they have flown by- but easy would not be a way to describe them. There is a lot to get used to and learn when your helping a tiny little human get used to their new life. And apparently not a lot of sleep to aid in the process. </span></div>
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Pre-Brylin the lack of sleep alone would be more than I could handle. Add in the crys I cant figure out, the <strike>spit</strike> throw-ups all over both of us (once at midnight at the airport after dropping Matt off), and the blowouts up to her shoulder blades- and on paper, I should not be able to deal with all of this.</div>
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But turns out being a mom is the best job ever. Apparently when you love a babe this hard, their body fluids and loud decibels aren't all that offensive.</div>
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The slow and steady transition to motherhood has changed my life in so many ways. Before Brylin I never had a day where I was too busy to shower. My occasional opting out of the event was by choice. Not anymore. Also never before has a shower felt like a mini vacation. </div>
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I have never been so scared of time going to fast, or not remembering of somehow capturing every little detail of what happens in a day. Its actually quite ridiculous. I spend far too much time planning how I am going to remember everything that happens 30 years down the road. I am trying to live more "in the moment". While still getting some great pictures/journaling in ;)</div>
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I have never had any type of work "pay off" as much as my days with my baby. Its crazy how you can feel so much love and such a connection to a person who isn't even sure who I am sometimes.</div>
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This one time we captured Brylins first "real" smile. I have probably looked at this picture over 20 times in the last few weeks, and get a huge smile every time I do.</div>
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<br />Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-72301154760494915502014-01-20T20:28:00.002-08:002014-01-20T20:28:25.745-08:00Hello 2014We are down to only a few months before Matt graduates from BYU! Yay! Last semester was a very busy one. Matt had a tough semester anyway, but throw a few interviews on top of that each month and it was crazy! Brylin and I drove made the airport drive over 10 times in just 4 months! We have had so much fun learning about our little girl and how to take care of her over the last 5 months! (Seriously, 5 months?! Time slow down- PLEASE).<div>
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Brylin was blessed the middle of October. We were originally going to bless her in November, during thanksgiving, in Lethbridge. But then decided not to go home until Christmas. We were lucky to have a lot of our family there.</div>
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Mr Lowry had a dental school interview at UNLV at the end of November. I was pumped. Mostly because I got to go to that interview and it was in Vegas! We needed a few days together, without any school, so bad. It was heaven.</div>
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Once again we braved the crowds and went to the lights at Temple Square. Us and every other person in Utah. But the weather was perfect and it would be the last year we had the chance.. so we couldn't resist.</div>
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Christmas was already more fun with a babe... and she had no idea what was happening. I cant wait until Christmas with her next year!</div>
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Christmas was kind of different this year. Mostly because Nicole wasn't home (but she told us she should make it home in time for Christmas next year!!! She better not just be getting our hopes up). But we had such a fun time at home with our families and showing off our little babe.</div>
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We made gingerbread boys with my parents and then on Christmas Eve delivered them to some lovely elderly ladies we have known for a very long time. </div>
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Then we headed to the Lowrys for the traditional Chinese dinner (YUM).</div>
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I wanted to have a Nativity so bad, and it happened! Brylin played the part of baby Jesus wonderfully. Mostly because there was a football game muted on the TV and she was mesmerized. I had the giggles the entire time. Little kid Nativities are my favorite thing ever.</div>
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Brylin gave Grandpa a candygram for Christmas, featuring "American" chocolate.</div>
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Grandma gave Brylin her first doll for Christmas. She is already part of the family.</div>
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We got to talk to Sister Smith Christmas evening. It was so fun. And super hard to say goodbye. She is doing so well and working really hard in Carson City.</div>
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While we were home Brylin decided to start hating sleep. One of our attempts to change the childs mind was rice cereal. </div>
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We were surprised to see how much she loved it.</div>
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Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-2041186454254548792013-09-05T17:32:00.000-07:002013-09-05T17:32:52.917-07:00Brylins Birth StoryShe is here!!<br />
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Its good I didn't know how much I was going to love this little girl, or how much I was going to love this new gig of mine. If I had known these last 9 months would have been the longest of my life. Now I understand why people get so impatient being pregnant.<br />
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Instead, I spent the last 9 months scared out of my mind about giving birth. I was prepared to stay pregnant forever if I could just avoid the actual process of getting the young babe out of me. Matt would have to remind me of why I would be going through it. Ridiculous right? Its really embarrassing how selfish I was being.<br />
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Turns out "good" birth stories exist. But I wouldn't have known that by all the horror stories people decided to share with me. I'm still confused as to why people think a 9 month pregnant wimp is the ideal audience for their birth story. Everything went so much better that I thought it could. And instead of being delirious with pain and feeling like my body was being forever ruined- I felt closer to this new little human, Matt, and Heavenly Father than ever before.<br />
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With Matt spending the weekdays working in Airdre I was so scared that he would miss our babe being born. Once he got back from his interview in Cleveland on the 15th I was a little more sure that he would be here for the actual birth... but nervous he wouldn't be home when I went into labour.<br />
At my last appointment the doctor let me know that if I hadn't gone into labour by the 24th she would induce me if I wanted. She had checked me at that appointment and I was at a 2 and very "favorable". This was super exciting to me- until I went home and googled things up and realized that girls are walking around at a 2 for weeks- months even. So maybe I would make it tot he 24th and be induced, which wouldn't be bad. That way Matt would for sure be there... but it would also mean there would be less than a week between when she would be born and when we were supposed to go back to Utah. Not ideal. So, I decided she had to be born on the 17th. It was a Saturday, 2 weeks before Utah, and turns out it was our due date.<br />
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Friday (the 16th) when Matt got home we decided we had better celebrate our Anniversary the next day- because who knows when we will get the chance. Matt was going to make a waffle breakfast feast to start the day off. So we headed to Safeway to get somethings. We were about to leave the store... looking at frozen strawberries... when I a little bit peed my pants. Thats embarrassing....we should probably go home now. We were putting away our breakfast foods when I a lot a bit peed my pants. "Ummmmm hubs- something is happening. I think my water broke". So we gather up the hospital bag and other last minute things. I was surprisingly calm. But Matt was uber calm. I feel like the more stressful the situation- the more calm the boy gets. Which is good usually... but sometimes I would appreciate a good freak out from him. Or at least once.<br />
We get to the emergency room and have to talk to the slowest, most grumpiest secretary lady ever. She sends us upstairs. I want to kick her shins before we go- but I dont. I am still feeling calm... even a little excited. When we get there I am hooked up to the monitors and we wait. Homegirl was feeling a little dozy so they left me on the monitors for such a long time. They do some tests to see if my water broke.... it didn't. I legit did just pee my pants. Blush. The nurse says she will check me anyways. It must have been slow at the hospital that night because I kind of felt like I was just being checked for fun. But surprise I was at a 4! She asked me again if I had been having any contractions. No, no. She again reminds me how favorable I am. She decides to call the doc to see if he (not my regular Dr because its a weekend) wants to keep me. I am denied by the hospital gods and sent home. I feel like the Lethbridge hospital kind of has a reputation for this. The nurse tells me that because of my "favor" the contractions will likely start soon. And when they do they will be "strong and hard" (not a great thing to tell the queen of all wimps). She says she wouldn't be surprised if I came back in that night.<br />
So we get in the car.. and decide to go to Matts parents to pick up a waffle iron. If we happen to be at home Saturday morning we might as well have anniversary breakfast party. After we have the goods we go home and go right to bed. It was only like 9 but we were sure we would be up in a few hours to have a baby. Around midnight the contractions started. Throughout the night they averaged about 9 min apart and lasted about 30 seconds. The hospital pounds it in your head not to come in until they are 5 min apart and last 1 min. And I aint going to be rejected again. So I keep by butt in bed. By 7 I couldnt stay in bed any longer... but I still wasnt 5 min apart. So on we go to breakfast party. Matt was the chef and I lay on the couch, reading a waffle recipe between contractions. After we ate my contractions slowed down a ton. Like every 15-20 min. Great. By noon I was just annoyed by them. Either lets do this or just stop, this in between stuff was crappy.<br />
So Matt and I walk to the park and pace it back and forth. There was only a little strip of shade so we walked that thing like a bunch of creepers for quite a while.<br />
This didn't seem to help, so we talk about going to a movie. But right before we were going to leave we decide maybe a nap was a better idea. Ya right. You do not simply nap through contractions. Mostly because of the pain... but also because I was obsessed with tracking them on my phone. Cant be sleeping through prime data collection.<br />
Matt tries some of the massages we learned in pre-natal. And they were actually pretty helpful. But sure as heck aren't speeding things up. Then the idea of walking of Costco comes up. Were about to go when a strong contraction comes and mom says I feel like maybe you should go to the hospital instead of Costco. Fine.<br />
So at 4 pm, back in the car we get- dont worry we already have it loaded with our stuff. This time the emergency lady was super helpful and quick and I loved her. She sends us up really quick. We get up to the 3rd floor... and Tiffany looses it. I told Matt how scared I was and the tears start flowing and I stop moving. Ill just hangout in the elevator thanks. Hubs gives me some pump up words, and a few kind nudges and were on our way again. Back into the monitoring room. The nurse asks how far apart my contractions are, they were still like 8 or 9 min, but I lie a little for the fear of being sent home and say 6. Again they hook me up to the monitors, again she isnt moving a ton so they leave me on there forever. But this time it is super uncomfortable. The contractions have almost totally moved to my back. Mmmmm back labor, I have heard about you. I try to reposition- the nurse positions me back to the worst angle ever. She says that my contractions are still all over the place (lying doesn't do a kid much good when hooked up to monitors) and that they will probably have to send me home until they become more regular. Awesome. But again she says she will check me "just to see". And then she gets a surprised look and tells me I am at a 6! She goes to call the doctor but says now she thinks they will keep me. O thanks. Then things really started to pick up.<br />
Within 10 min ( I think?) I was in the delivery room. The nurse had asked me if I wanted anything for the pain. I said I wanted an epidural, and she told me the anesthesiologist had just been there so he was probably still pretty close and that they would start my lab work right away and have him come back. Then I have another freak out. And say well... maybe we should wait. (WHY in the world would I say that- I dont know. Actually I do. I thought I was going to have to have a catheter. And maybe didnt want that... I think at this point I was kinda loosing it). She says well its up to you. Matt (thank goodness) steps in and says that we would like to get it now. The worst part of getting the epidural was the IV... which they did 3 times, and also did 2 numbing shots.<br />
There were tons of nurses running around the room doing who knows what, and then a man comes in with cowboy boots and a Dallas cowboys shirt on. And he just watches. And that was a little awkward... until he told me he was the doctor. He checked me and told me I was at a 9. Things were going WAY faster than I thought they could. The nurse then tells me that when she said I was at a 6 she thought I was more at a 7 or 8. So me and nurse lady lied to each other a lot that afternoon, at least it was going both ways.<br />
Then I had some sort of groggy surreal nap. Matt fed me ice chips and we waited. Cowboy/Dr comes back and checks me again, Im at a 10 and its go time. By now its about 7. I pushed for 45 min and then all of a sudden Matts lips turned white. And his eyes got a little teary. Causing me to get super teary. Our little Brylin was here! She was born at 7:57pm and was 7 lbs 5 oz, 19 inches long. They never told me her Apgar score but I over heard the nurses saying it was between an 8 and 9. She has blonde/red/lightbrown hair. No one is really sure. And her eyes haven't decided what they want to be yet. We think they are leaning to the blue side, but sometimes I see little brown flecks in the sun.<br />
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I hope I never ever forget those first few minutes of her life. There was so much going on around us, but it was still one of the most special moments of my entire life.<br />
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And I didn't die getting her here, which after hearing everyones stories I thought was pretty likely.<br />
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We stayed in the hospital until Monday morning and then we were given the go ahead to go home.<br />
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It was so nice to get to go home to my parents house because after Matt had to go back to work I wouldn't have been able to do it without mom and dads help. And it was so fun to watch them with her. I feel like I got a little glimpse of what life was like for me in the first few weeks. And it was so cool to watch them to become grandparents. This little one is lucky to have so many people on both sides of our family that love her so much already.<br />
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I am obsessed with every little part of this little girl. Her left ear has a little crimp in it that I think is the cutest thing ever and I hope it never goes away. Her feet are 110% Matts. Like its almost creepy. Same toes, feet, toe nails- she is just missing some hair on her toes. They kind of look like shrunken man feet more than baby feet. And they are so ticklish. She rolled over from her back to her tummy at 9 days old. She now rolls from her tummy to her back too and its become a frequent thing. It has been so neat to watch her eyes develop and focus on Matt and I.<br />
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Today I thought I would start brainwashing her into loving country music. I turn on Pandora and Tim McGraws "My Little Girl" comes on. Hello water works. Then "Your going to miss this". I am not ready for country music if they insist on singing such songs.<br />
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I love her more than I thought a person could love another so instantly. She wakes up around 4 every morning, and I get a little excited to pick her up, feed her, and snuggle her for a bit. I am sure this excitement will fade quickly. And by the time she wakes up at 7:30 I am not quite so eager, but it still such a rush to see her little face in the morning, and know that she is ours.<br />
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<br />Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-80448220317912052212013-08-10T16:33:00.000-07:002013-08-10T16:33:34.129-07:00SurprisesLast Wednesday was the ugliest of days for me. No make up, crazy top bun, and chances are I was wearing Matts clothes. So when the doorbell rings at 10 at night a girl doesn't jump to answer. And when her mom tells her to answer she says no.<br />
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But its probably pretty good that I did. There stands Haliaka and her husband Matt. Cue freakout. A serious freakout for a really long time. And I may have peed a bit. I literally don't think I have ever been so surprised! I was absolutely thrilled. Haliaka is honestly like a sister to me. We clicked our first year at BYU and have been a giggly mess since. Last time I saw her was over a year ago at her wedding, and before that, another year- at my wedding. And we all know wedding get-togethers are the best place to catch up so it was soooooo nice to be able to spend the weekend together and just hang out. Also- how sneaky!! Her and my sweet mother had been planning this surprise visit for months- it may have been the only thing that could possibly take my mind off of waiting for a baby. Such great timing.<br />
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I couldn't sleep that night because of the excitement levels. I am sort of pathetic. And childish. But I was up the next morning at 6 and it took all of my will power not to run upstairs and jump on Haliaka and Matts bed and start some sort of adventure.<br />
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Matt came home from Airdre early so we could all hang out. On Thursday night we went on our first of many double dates. Haliaka and I had been day dreaming of this day for years. And it went very well. Our Matts got a long so well- they have so many similarities its kinda crazy.<br />
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Friday morning was raining like crazy. But there isn't a lot to do in southern Alberta- so we couldn't let a little precipitation interfere with our plan to go to Waterton. It was a soppy trip but a success. We spent some time in the Prince of Wales, went out for lunch, lots of drives, tried to go on a 1 km hike but got so wet we had to turn around (being 9 months prego and wearing flip flops also didn't help the situation), obviously got some ice cream, and saw 3 bears!</div>
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We get home... and the living room is full of balloons and decorations. A surprise baby shower whaaaaaatt?! Cue freak out round 2. The theme was Dr. Suess and it was stinkin ADORABLE. There were books everywhere and a cute banner that Haliaka had made. There was "green" deviled eggs and ham that Matts mom and Linds had made. Mom had made some "Thing 1" and "Thing 2" cupcakes with big puffs of blue cotton candy on the top. Everything was so cute. Except for me. I looked like a wet rat. 15 min to get ready before people start coming. Ready go.<br />
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I am one lucky girl. So many people were so generous and sweet and Matt, homegirl, and I got so spoiled. Why are miniature anythings so much cuter than regular sized? Melts my heart. After the shower I finally started to feel like we were ready for the babe.<br />
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Saturday we hung out at Matts house and then went for Poutine at Red Dog Diner. We spent the afternoon playing games and then Matt and Haliaka made homemade pizza for us. Yum.<br />
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So basically it was the best weekend ever. I super love surprises. And got 2 of the best surprises ever within days of each other. My mom says now its my turn to surprise and have a baby.<br />
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Matt leaves for Cleveland tomorrow afternoon and will be back Monday night. I plan on standing on my head for the entire time he is gone.<br />
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As of today I am at 39 weeks. My hands and feet couldn't get fatter. They have creases on them where the skin is being stretched to the limit. Are stretch marks possible on ones hand? I have been reading a book called Hypnobirthing that has helped to calm me down about the whole birthing thing- a lot. Dont worry that for weeks my dad thought I was reading Hypobirthing.<br />
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My hospital bag is packed, I have tested Matt multiple times on all the things he needs to remember to tell the nurses/Dr incase I forget, and homegirls red minky/cheetah blanket is done. What else does a girl need right? So come Tuesday I think we will be ready for this babe to show up.<br />
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Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-59192526758618572572013-07-25T12:00:00.001-07:002013-07-25T12:00:16.701-07:0036.5 weeksIn a few short days I will have a fully cooked baby inside of me!!<br />
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I feel like there is so much I still need to get ready and do before she comes. But I cant think of what. Sooo to make myself feel better I make a ridiculous amount of headbands. Super helpful for sustaining life.<br />
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This summer has been consumed by 1- Baby and 2- Dental school applications. Last week Matt got interview invites to not 1, but 2 schools!! We are super duper excited. They are both great schools that Matt would love to go to. One is in Ohio and the other is in Florida... I wouldn't be mad if we lived in Florida for 4 years.<br />
Bad news is... one of these said interviews is Aug 12th. Remember my due date? Its Aug 17th. 5 days people!! The likelihood that I will be in labour while hubs is in freaking Ohio is not low. I seriously pray every day that she will come any day but that day. He is flying out late on the 11th and coming back right after his interview on the 12th. We are livin' on the edge folks.<br />
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I still feel pretty darn good... minus the pills I have to take because of the root canal I just had. Those a little bit make me feel like a bus ran over my stomach.<br />
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On the way home from Cold Lake on Monday we decided we were finally going to name this babe. We didn't... but we came up with a solid list of 7 "finalist" names. We keep hearing that sometimes you need to see them before you really pick a name... true? Im not sure how it could be, but thats what we are counting on. Middle names are still up in the air. We haven't even decided how many lil homegirl will have, let alone what they/it will be.<br />
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On Tuesday we got to talk to Nicole while she was at the airport waiting to go to Reno. And yesterday we got 3 letters from her. Apparently the mail man decided to keep all her MTC letters until then. And her Mission President emailed mom and dad and attached a letter from her. She is doing so good... its kind of amazing how good. She has endless stories of pranks she has pulled on the elders and her MTC roommates. And she is full of so many little nuggets of great advice and such a good perspective on life.Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-21588632199929497702013-07-11T20:49:00.002-07:002013-07-11T20:49:52.535-07:0034 Weeks2 posts in 1 day? Dang, self.<br />
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It seems that we are ACTUALLY having a baby people. Its all getting real, and quick, and I now understand the term nesting.<br />
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In the last 24 hours I have gone through all of her clothes for the 2nd time, washed them, found them a spot in the closet, sewed 3 headbands, 1 skirt, bought a few binkies, and spent a few too many hours researching diaper bags, rearranged out bedroom, and scrubbed the entire bathroom.<br />
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I have only really had one craving, vanilla soft serve ice cream. And I have it often. Is that a craving or just a fatty quality? I dont know. But I cant get enough of the stuff. Matt doesn't complain. He might when his wife has gained 50 lbs... but as of right now he likes it.<br />
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My doctors appointments have been up-ed to once a week. I remember at my first appointment when they told me that would happen... and it seemed forever away. Here we are. And from what I hear the appointments are about to get a little more "exciting".<br />
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Homegirl is a dang ninja in there. Its the weirdest thing in the world to see your watermelon belly move out of the corner of your eye. Or to have the book your reading jump because it gets smacked by some little body part. She only seems to get the hiccups when its time to sleep. And for the last few days she likes to ram little body parts into my left hip. Im not sure if thats possible, but its sure what it feels like.<br />
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Overall, I have felt really good. The nausea/back ache that were the first semester havent returned (knock on wood) and I can still flush public toilets with my foot so I really have nothing to complain about..... except.... for the HEAT. I am seriously cooking from the inside out.<br />
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We do have one problem however... naming the babe. Its getting more stressful as the days go on. Matt is 100% sold on one name...which makes all of my suggestions useless. We are taking suggestions. Seriously. Good, not overly-used, not overly-weird, spellable, cute suggestions :)<br />
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In our prenatal class the instructor asked "where is the worse place for a woman to be in stage 1 labour?" the answer she got?.... "The States" And its kind of true. Tomorrow we are going to Babb MT, which I have been told by some insurance companies is "very risky". But there is huckleberry ice cream there sooooo its worth the risk. Mom wants to go on a walk around a lake "without any elevation" (I have heard THAT one before). Pops thinks I shouldn't be doing that "in my condition". I will try to convince them to let me take one for the team and sit on my butt and wait for them at the ice cream shop.Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-81598467363856384852013-07-11T20:27:00.002-07:002013-07-11T20:27:53.357-07:00Sister Smith<br />
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Nicole came back from her Spring Semester a few weeks ago and it has been a whirlwind since! I laugh more with that girl than is tolerable to most around us. We started every morning she was here with a "breakfast party"and came up with some delish foods. One of the days the whole fam headed to Cardston for some "mission pictures".</div>
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After pictures we had a fire on Smith owned land. Which is rare. As in it had never happened. Pops is particular about his land and only Nicole suggesting it a week before leaving on her mission could convince him to dig up a chunk of it and start a big ol bonfire. A direct quote from dad to Nicole "You can get away with just about anything until you leave". In my opinion she should have taken advantage of that more than she did.<div>
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Grandma, Bud, Aunt Judy, and Aunt Tonya came up for Nicoles farewell. There was a lot of things to get ready so we spend a lot of time setting up chairs (by "we" I guess I mean "they"... I was less than helpful) and cutting buns. But we had lots of fun with them in the short time they were here. We went to some horse races, a baseball game, and had a insane game of pictionary.</div>
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The next week we expanded our meal "parties" to lunch and dinner. Nicole said their was something wrong with mom and dads scale because it told her she had gained 10 lbs since she left BYU. Im not sure that was the case. Sister sympathy prego weight? </div>
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Last weekend we went to West Castle for our last family trip for a year and a half. We couldn't go too far because of my "condition" as my family calls it. My mom kept talking about how the group is only as strong as the weakest link.... I obviously being the weakest link. Ouch my heart. Not really. We got to stay in a really nice cabin, which is my kind of camping. We bobbed around in some unbelievably cold water, had a good bonfire, and played an insane amount of games- and dad hates games- back to the "get away with anything" theory.</div>
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This last week was mostly spend packing and getting the child ready to live out of a suitcase for a year and half. She was way past her 8 outfit limit..... but really, how hard would that be?!? Monday night we went to Despicable Me 2... twice, because the first time it was sold out. That was really the only thing she really wanted to do before she left... and shoot a gopher.</div>
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That night there was a bit of a baby scare and mother and I hung out at the hospital until 3 am. All is well and it seems I am just a bit on the nervous side, but it resulted in Nicoles last day here being a pretty groggy one. This is a crazy summer for the Smiths I tell you.</div>
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Nicole hates goodbyes more than anything, and decided she would rather fly out of Lethbridge rather than have us drive down to the MTC. She flew out at 5:30 am yesterday morning. I have been dreading that since the moment she told me she wanted to go on a mission almost a year ago. But it wasn't nearly as devastating as I thought it was going to be. There were no ugly cry snorts or year long hugs. She looked more excited than nervous and as far as I could tell her tears were gone by the time she got through security. </div>
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Breakfast this morning was less than a party... and I have gone to text the kid about 10 times today... but I know that what she is doing is so important and right and that there is no place better for her to be for the next 18 months than teaching the people in Nevada.</div>
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And dont worry, Mom and I have both a package and a postcard that we are sending off to her tomorrow. No sense in wasting any time right?</div>
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Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-48730649458078164082013-05-22T20:56:00.000-07:002013-05-22T20:56:26.260-07:00Smith Land Tour 2013We have once again made the motherland our home. And have already been here for almost a month, in which time:<br />
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~ I have attended 2 pre-natal classes with my mother<br />
~ I have spent 7 hours in doctors offices<br />
~ I have dad to have my father save me from a spider 3 times<br />
~ I have said goodbye to Matt 4 times, each time with more waterworks than the last<br />
~ I have got asked by a homeless man downtown if I "had any extra skates" he could have. Skates?<br />
~ I have planted countless vegetables in the back yard<br />
~ I have not seen any form of life from any of those seeds mentioned above<br />
~ I have become addicted to Dragons Den and Judge Judy<br />
~ Mom and I have tested out a water aerobics class... and have not returned<br />
~ I have been forced to pack up every childhood memory I have and compact them into a few "bins". Which were then dropped off at "the barn". This gives me anxiety.<br />
~ We have substituted for a primary class, with a little girl who insisted on making chicken noises for most of it<br />
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I have had a ton of fun with mom and dad during the weekdays. I thought there would be more "downtime", but we have been busy with all sorts of self-induced projects/activities. I live for Fridays when Matt comes home and even though out weekends have mostly been full of "to-do" lists I love them so much.<br />
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For the May long weekend we didn't really have any plans, but it ended up being a glorious few days. Matt got off work early on Friday and was here that morning :) We ran some errands, he took me to work, and then we went to a matinee. Any day where a matinee is possible, is a good day.<br />
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Saturday afternoon we headed out to "The Land" with mom and dad. And Matt finally got to meet the majority of the Smith homestead. After the tour we headed to Waterton. We got a delish hotdog, saw some rams, and a bear and called 'er a day.<br />
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Matts dad let me borrow his camera for the summer (mostly because Matt started thinking I needed to learn to take pictures once he heard all the plans I had for pictures of the babe. And I love taking pictures). Here are a few from that day.... mostly taken by Matt. Ironic.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Shooting Stars" His favorite flower. This one cracks me up.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SOOOO many wild sunflowers. It was gorge.</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Sunday we had a BBQ at Matts house with a bunch of his family, and then played a wild game of Poleconomy. I got second. Not bad if you know how Lowrys play their games... but I want a rematch.</span><br />
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Monday Matt and I sat on the couch all dang day and worked on Dental School applications. Yawn.<br />
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Now for the baby update.<br />
I went to the Dr yesterday and he showed me where here little butt was sticking out. Cute. I kept feeling for it all day. She isn't moving enough to keep me awake, but a lot more than she used to. Somedays she gets in a weird little position and I walk around with a lopsided belly. This is my last second trimester week- WHAT! Im really not sure how that happened. But I have been feeling so good. Even the back ache I had for months has gone away. I feel like I shouldn't have said that.... I probably jinxed things.<br />
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Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-56195602111297927392013-04-18T19:01:00.002-07:002013-04-18T19:01:40.982-07:00AMPTomorrow is my last day of work. Whaaaaaat<br />
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I seriously never thought the day would come. I started at AMP almost exactly a week after Matt and I got married. And have spent most of my days there since.<br />
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After how many times I have complained to Matt about my job, and the many terrible thoughts I have had about the place I thought that leaving would be a little more exciting than it is proving to be.<br />
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I think its mostly because of some of the people that I work with. I had to say goodbye to the girl I am the closest with today...and kind of hated that. Its fun to have friends at work that you see everyday and can talk about life things with the work things. Im also going to miss being the go to person that knows things. That sounds ridiculous... and kind of bratty actually. I don't mean it that way.<br />
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I think it might be the scariness of the future that is adding to my mixed feelings about leaving AMP. In a week we will be moved out, and moved into Mom and Dads basement... with nothing to do but grow a baby. Its all seeming more real... and closer than I though. Yes, yes, my due date isn't until the middle of August, but it still freaks a girl out.<br />
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In other news we had another ultrasound on Monday. Baby girl (why do I ALWAYS have the urge to call her homegirl?) is growing. She is now right on schedule with where she should be. And that fluid in her kidney has disappeared. Well- we think. We have a Drs appointment tomorrow to make sure but the tech told us its looking good.<br />
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Also, I have discovered some terribly amazing baby clothes websites. And made my first order last night. And might be in trouble. I can see how shopping for such things could become very addicting.<br />
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<br />Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-89951832346215714402013-04-02T21:30:00.001-07:002013-04-02T21:30:24.232-07:00Ultrasound TimeLast Monday was ultrasound day.<br />
I had been counting down for weeks and was beyond excited to find out the gender. But also super nervous. So many things that could go wrong! It had been a whole month since we heard the heart beat... on and on and on. So nervous I didn't even want to tell anyone we had the ultrasound incase something did go wrong.<br />
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Since December Matt was 100% sure that baby was a girl. Like to the point he wouldn't even discuss boy names with me, he called "it" a she (which no matter what was better than calling baby an "it" like I was doing). I had no "feelings" about what baby would be. Like none. But that didn't seem like very much fun, so after a while I just started agreeing with him. Mostly because I was scared of having a boy- I swear I am not usually this big of a wimp about things, but children... kind of a big deal.<br />
Then about 3 weeks before our appointment I decided there was a lil baby boy growing inside of me. I day dreamed about how I would give him comb overs for church and mohawks every other day of the week. I remembered how I have always wanted an older brother, and decided that if it really was a boy I would be able to figure things out.<br />
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I left work far before I needed to for the ultrasound... like they could expect me to sit there and work when I had a baby to see!<br />
Turns out Matt was having the same impatient problem... when I got to the office he was already there waiting for me.<br />
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Im not really sure what I was expecting... but ultrasounds are stinking cool. One of the first things we saw was the babies heart (sigh of relief). Im not exactly sure what we saw from there on... the tech tried to keep us up to speed but I was a hopeless student. A few min in I forgot what we were there to find out. It was mind-blowing. There is actually a mini human living inside of me! Im not sure I will ever come to terms with that.<br />
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Then the tech says, K ready to know what baby is?<br />
Me: BAHHH!!! NO.... I donno!<br />
Matt: Yes... were ready.<br />
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"Your having a little baby GIRL!"<br />
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I flipped out.<br />
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And continued flipping out periodically throughout the night.<br />
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Matt and I went for some subpar chinese food to celebrate and then called our parents to share our news.<br />
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I feel like a little girl is just the perfect fit for both Matt and I. I can't wait to see Matt with our daughter. My heart melts every time I see him with any baby, but especially with little girls. I can't imagine the feelings Im going to have when its our little baby!!<br />
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At the ultrasound they had an option to buy the video of the appointment. I couldn't resist. Here is a snipit, probably not too entertaining for most. But Matt and I are hypnotized by her tiny little body parts.<br />
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At our follow up Drs appointment she told us that our baby is measuring a little small so we have another ultrasound scheduled in 3 weeks to make sure she is growing properly. But I am pretty sure she has been growing a lot lately- the last few days I have felt her moving SO much. And the little pokes she is giving me are getting stronger and stronger. Seriously... bodies are amazing.<br />
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I have felt so much better than during the first trimester. I have so much more energy and don't feel like throwing up every 5 min.<br />
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Remember that one time a co-worker came back from a dentist appointment with a frozen face and the sight of him made me gag in his face? That was awkward.<br />
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There are still some crazy things happening though... like last week when Matt was gone and I was choking on a mini wheat. I was sure I was going to die I was coughing so hard. Instead I just peed my pants. Great way to start the day.<br />
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We have bought our stroller and crib... both of which sit in our living room. Nicole says its ominous. Every time we walk into Babies R' Us I get the same feeling I got when Haliaka and I snuck into the BYU Law school lunch; like we shouldn't be there and that everyone is looking at us like children.<br />
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Remember how I talk about how fast life goes in every other blog post... well now its changed into super warp speed and I feel like its not going to be slowing down anytime soon.<br />
<br />Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-18173348667009874142013-03-17T10:14:00.001-07:002013-03-17T10:14:24.913-07:00BabiesA few years ago I couldn't imagine being married. If seemed so far off, and kind of impossible. After dating Matt for a few months I started to realize that it might be something doable.<br />
But for sure not a baby. Being a mom was for someone much more mature and stable... like my mom. MAYBE in like 10 years, but surely not any time soon. Plus the thought of giving birth literally made me dizzy.<br />
Matt always seemed more ok with the idea. We prayed lots about it, but really just to feel ok about it one day.<br />
I remember a few specific times last fall when I had an overwhelming feeling that the main reason I was here was to be a mom. That even though I wouldn't have any idea what I was doing, that everything I had done or experienced in my life was meant to prepare me for motherhood- and I started to get kind of excited. The feeling didn't go away, if I ever wanted to be reminded of it it would come right back.<br />
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Here are some parts of my Journal from last December:<br />
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<i>...on the 6<sup>th</sup>
I took a test as soon as I got home from work, Matt was still at school, I
couldn’t wait.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First of all, those
tests are miserable to use- so gross. I left the stick for a while, and there
was only one line (not prego). </i><br />
<i>Matts phone had died so as soon as he came home
I told him that I had taken the test, that it said I wasn’t pregnant, but that
I felt like I was. Haha I don’t remember why I felt like that…</i><br />
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<i>I showed Matt the test, and he said “Well, but there is kind
of another line”. WHAT!?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am terrible
with small details, but you would think with this… sure enough I looked closer
and there was a tiny tint of a line. Enough to make us think about it but we
weren’t totally convinced.</i></div>
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<i>We went grocery shopping that night and picked up another
test. Again impatient me couldn’t wait so I took another test that night. Another
faint line… but a little more than earlier. 2 tests in a row like this, and we
were starting to think this was something. We had a little freak out in the
bathroom… both of us were shaking a little, and then we talked in the living
room for a bit. I was freaking out.</i></div>
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<i>Friday I went to work in kind of a dase. I am not sure that
I got any work done, I think I mostly just googled everything I could think of.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also was super dizzy, the
thought of food made me want to puke. Maybe all in me head though right?</i></div>
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<i>Friday night we babysat for Carly and Ryan Bevans. Their little girl was only 3 weeks old. The timing was interesting, this really
helped me to calm down. It melted my heart to see Matt take care of a baby and
I realized that if this was for real we might be ok.</i></div>
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<i>Saturday<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>morning I woke up with a terrible migrane and feeling like I was going
to throw up. Matt was at ward choir and helping to clean the church. He got
home at about 10 and I was flopped on the couch. I had been looking up any
clinic I could find that did free pregnancy testing, and on a Saturday. There
was only one, in West Jordan. And I had to be there in an hour. I threw on some
sweats and Matt raced us up to the clinic. I just needed a for sure yes or for
sure no. It was killing me not to know, and if a 2 hour drive would do it then
it was worth it.</i></div>
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<i>We go to “Wasatch Womans Center” I pee in a cup. Finally we
will get a good answer. We wait. The lady calls us up to
the test and says “so why did you want to take a pregnancy test?” Ummm for
real?! Why do you think woman. Tell me the darn answer. She goes on to say that there was a very very faint line. So I could be,
or couldn’t be. It was hard to know. Dang it! We already knew that much. She
told us to come back next Saturday and they would know better. </i></div>
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<i>I started feeling a little better, but the question was in
the back of my head the entire time. </i></div>
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<i>Monday morning at work it was back to googling everything.
This time I learned that when I was taking the tests it would be very early to
get a positive test. But I learned that by Dec 10<sup>th</sup> I would get a
correct positive, if I really was pregnant. I also learned that I should take a
test in the morning instead of at night. Nows a fine time to tell me. So the
next morning I woke up a little earlier and we took the test. The second line
showed up pretty quick that time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Maybe this is for real!? </i></div>
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<i>The next morning I found an OBGYN and made an appointment
for the 18<sup>th</sup>.</i></div>
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<i>Needless to say I was super distracted all week at work and
counting down the days until I could get a for sure answer.</i></div>
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<i>Saturday the 15<sup>th</sup> (yesterday) we took Nicole up
to the airport to go home for Christmas. On the way home we again stopped at
the womans center. These people better be able to give me a dang answer. Pee in
the cup. Up to the desk. It’s a positive!!</i></div>
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<i>This is when I think we both really started to believe this was happening. We
figured out how to tell our families at Christmas, and started talking about
all sorts of plans and timelines and baby things.</i></div>
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<i>It still seems so.. unsure to me. And there are so many
things that could go wrong this early. I am so anxious for the appointment on
Tuesday. And it is also killing me not to tell everyone… mostly mom. I have so
many questions and I just want them to know!</i></div>
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My due date is <b>August 17th</b>. 3 days before our 2nd Wedding anniversary. </div>
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It kind of seems like all of that was forever ago. I have had an insane amount of feelings and thoughts on the topic since then. There have been some unreal highs (hearing the babies heartbeat {twice}, telling our families, planning out the next 20 years with Matt) and some lows (I HATE not being in control of my tear ducts, waking up all through the night when I am so tired I can't see straight, and when peanut butter turned on me and I couldn't stand the smell of the stuff).</div>
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As of yesterday I am 18 weeks. Almost half way?! Scary. About 2 weeks ago most of my pants shrunk and decided not to do up any more. So I supported the top button undone, long shirt, hope no one notices style. A little risky for my tastes, so I talked Matt into taking me maternity clothes shopping last Saturday. Its hard to guess how a big baggy shirt will fit with a big baby belly underneath. They had a fake, strap on baby belly at the store you could try things on with. We strapped the ol boy on, and it freaked me right out. But it was kind of fun, Matt brought out his camera for that one- which is rare.</div>
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There have been countless "new-s". Most are exciting, some are painful, and a few just make me feel really really fatty.</div>
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Truthfully Im not sure if I feel excited or scared more often. Its probably scared. But I still know that this little baby growing inside of me is the reason that I am here. For 1000 different reasons I know that Heavenly Father is so aware of Matt and I. And I know that for all of our questions and concerns He has answers and peace for us- and that he is going to help us take care of this little person He is sending to unprepared us.</div>
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Now excuse me while I once again go slop up the teary mess that is my face. And probably eat second breakfast.</div>
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Valentines Day was awesome. The days leading up to lovie day were full of lots of hidden, fatty foods all around the house with sweet little notes attached. Matt was up super late the night before (4 am whaaat) so I felt a little bad about my breakfast surprise... but I did it anyway. I woke the poor boy up far too early and told him to hurry and get ready. We went to Kneaders and ate way too much french toast- or maybe that isn't possible at Kneaders. So good.</div>
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Matt had class late that night, but I came home to some beautiful roses and a scavenger hunt. Hubs is a creative man. And also understands my love of Reese's anything. All around the house were little clues attached to Reeses hearts.</div>
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Right as I was finishing up the hunt (ending in more fatty foods) Matt called and said he was ready for pick up. We went to Goodwood. I had been dreaming of their Nachos all day. Literally. I couldn't stop thinking about the stupid things all day. I had a blast just talking with Hubs, not being in a hurry to go anywhere, and commenting on the fabulous people watching. <div>
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As we were leaving the restaurant mom and dad were rollin into town. It was kind of late so they just came over for a quick little visit and then headed to Grannies.</div>
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Matt has been insane crazy busy with school and getting ready for the DAT. He takes the Canadian one this Saturday and the American one in April. As if the poor boy didnt have enough to do lets throw some ridiculous soap carvings on top of it all.</div>
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So what does a good Wife do in such a time of need? Leaves town. Sad right?</div>
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My parents took Nicole and I down to St. George last weekend. I was fully expecting Hawaii like conditions. Ended up freezing my toes off in my flip flops all weekend. But we had a blast. There was a beautiful pool with palm trees right outside, it was warmer than Provo, and I saw the sun for the first time in about 2 months.</div>
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The weekend was full of lots of laughs, getting Nicoles Goat, playing Poleconomy, tons of food (like a second trip to Kneaders) and exploring the booming metropolis of St. George.</div>
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Mom and Pops on some Sand Dunes we found. Dad was making fun of a little white boy who was so white he looked blue. And then he looked at us and apparently we had the same issue. We blamed it on the red surroundings and not the fact that our lilly white skin hadn't seen sun in months.</div>
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The girl has wanted so bad to be a climber for her whole life. But for some reason is always overestimating her skill in this area (see rock climbing picture from Idaho this summer). It took all 4 of us to get her up on this little perch. </div>
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Granny and Bud drove up and came over to the Condo for Sunday dinner. Which is always an adventure. After dinner we went on a tour of the Tabernacle and to see some very important senior game sites.</div>
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It was the first time Matt and I have spent a night away from each other. And I didn't love that at all. He was so busy I dont think he really noticed... </div>
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Mom and Dad left this morning. Which means last night the waterworks were flowin. After 6 years of being left in Utah while they head northward you'd think I would be getting used to it. </div>
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There. A quick overview of the last week- mostly just to make me feel better about my recent blogging absence. </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">August has been a crazy busy month. Matt finished summer school, and got his 2 weeks break for the year. Poor guy. And we got to move upstairs :) I am not a gopher and I am not meant to live underground. Things are dark and cold under there and hubs didn't fit in the doorways.</span></div>
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We still haven't really had a chance to "get settled", Matts football is currently the main attraction on our bookcase, but we are getting there. And when we do "settle" I am sure we will love it.<br />
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Matts parents and Melissa came down for a dental conference the middle of August and we had a great time with them. It was so awesome to have them here to help us move. I almost died getting our mattress down the stairs last year at this time... k that was dramatic. I just stood at the top of the stairs and flopped my body weight on the thing trying to squeeze it through the stairwell- all the while yelling out order to Matt. Either way I knew getting that beast up the stairs would be worse, so it was awesome to have Matts dad here.<br />
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We ate a lot of delicious foods that weekend as well. I tell you they spoil us every time. Also I can not get enough of the Taco Amigo real peach shakes. Sinful. And they are only here for a minute... every time I have one I worry that it might be my last and start planning the next. This is how people become obese.<br />
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We knew we wanted to go somewhere for our anniversary. And we had "decided" on so many different places. In the end we found ourselves Arizona. At the end of August. Ya we did.<br />
Grandmas response to our plan: "Im not sure why in the world you would want to go to Sedona- it sure didnt turn me on".<br />
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But we had such a great time- it was so nice to get out of "The Bubble" and spend a full week with the hubs. Just us. It had never happened before.<br />
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We drove forever. And im sure we saw every possible landscape possible.<br />
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We checked in to our "cottage". It was really a trailer painted with red sandy stuff I think... but it was pretty cute. And we had a pool right beside us!<br />
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<b>Sunday</b><br />
Going to random wards (not in Utah) is my favorite thing. Matt witnessed a fight in his class and in Relief Society the "new toy" aka the keyboard that played hymns by itself caused quite the uproar and took 5 minutes to get started.<br />
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After lunch we decided to go for a drive. Sedona is surrounded by the most amazing red mountains (?) you have ever seen.<br />
Let me explain the cheesyness of these next few pictures. You know how pinterest is plastered with all anniversary pictures ideas? I wanted in on that, I wanted in bad. So a few weeks ago I rounded up all the supplies and we made a lil chalkboard. In my hopeful mind we are going to take pictures with it every year until we die. Its already pretty dinged up from falling into a cactus- so who knows if it will even make it to year 5. Every time we got out of the car Matt asked "is the plaque coming". Usually it was. He was a good sport. I know its silly- stop judging me.<br />
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As it was Anniversary Eve we watched our wedding videos that night while we ate dinner. And then Matt gave me these earrings. They are my birthstone and match the ring my parents gave me on my 16th birthday.</div>
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Monday was Phoenix day. More driving. Yay. Also- I had no idea those huge cactus-es (cacti? Always so confusing) they have in cartoons actually existed. They do and they are everywhere and I love them.</div>
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First stop- Camelback Mountain. I had heard it was a must. After some research and knowing we only had one day to experience all things Phoenix we decided to go on the wimpiest of hikes, but it was still awesome.</div>
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Then it was shopping time. Hours and hours of shopping. We hit up the famous "Last Chance". Matt got more things than me which just made me mad. Places like that stress me out a little. There were hundreds of bargain thirsty women on the hunt. I feel like when we have to block of isles so the shelves can get restocked we have a problem. As we were walking through the show isle I say something along the lines of how stupid this is, my stress levels rising, and just wanting a stupid pair of toms. Just than a war-torn girl looks up and says, here have these. A real angel this girl was. Just my size and everything. Then I was done with the chaos. </div>
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Turns out the Diamondbacks are terrible at their sport, and by the time it was about halfway over we were kind of done. But for some reason neither of us wanted to admit it. Finally Matt says "If we go right now we could probably stop and get some cheesecake on the way home". That was basically him saying lets leave right this moment. So we did.</div>
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We were exhausted. We had a lovely little breakfast on our porch and then got locked out. Then we went for a few laps in the pool. And took a lot of ridiculous underwater pictures- dont worry I will spare you of those.</div>
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Then we headed up "Oak Creek Canyon" O my gosh. The most twisty, turny, beautiful little drive you have ever seen.</div>
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Another tasty breakfast on the porch... another day being locked out of our cottage. Oops. Payroll never sleeps... or waits for no one...or whatever the kids are saying these days. So I worked Wednesday morning. With a few swimming breaks. And then a we went for a stroll in downtown Sedona. A cute little place.. but super touristy, and I can see why granny had failed to be turned on by it.</div>
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All the cool tourists go up to the airport to watch the sunset, so we decided to join them- since we could afford that adventure. It was cloudy (hey there monsoon season) so the sunset was less than neat but the rocks were still beautiful.</div>
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Thursday was Grand Canyon day. We loaded up the plaque and we were off. For another very long drive.</div>
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Turns out you can walk right out too the edge of the canyon, and off it if you like. I was freaking out the entire time, and Matt was trying to push my buttons. Our children will never see the Grand Canyon, I refuse to take them.</div>
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We spent time with our family that weekend. And Saturday Mom Nicole and I made 2 batches of peach jam. So domestic right.</div>
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Mom was here for most of the week and we had a blast with her. My parents spoil us too. We are lucky lucky to be able to have such great families who come visit us and who we have so much fun with.</div>
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Overall- super successful week in Arizona. And successful month as well. Matts back in school. Its going to be a tough semester. But somehow the end of the tunnel is almost visible (perhaps a false, unhealthy, sense of hope). He takes the DAT in the spring, and I have already decided that we are going to go to Dental school in Phoenix. And have one of those big cartoon cacti (?) in our yard.</div>
Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-83457333273860625402012-07-26T18:52:00.002-07:002012-07-26T20:00:04.577-07:00Blanchard IdahoThe panhandle of Idaho is an odd place. I have learned that a lot of people forget that its even there. But thats where we spent last weekend.<br />
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Haliakas Wedding was on July 24th so I took a few days off and we headed up to ol' Blanchard a few days early and met my parents and Nicole there.<br />
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I got off early on Friday and we headed northward. We didn't get in until late, and it was really foggy... which made it seem later.<br />
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Saturday we headed to Priest Lake, a huge lake known for its beautiful ocean-like beaches. But for some reason we couldn't find the dang thing and when we did we couldn't find a place to sit our butts. It took us about 4 times longer to get there than planned.<br />
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Some call me trashy, redneck, uncultured or otherwise for my love of such activities. But ya throw an old guy on the golf course with a few dancing retirees... and I couldn't be happier.</div>
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Needless to say, Haliaka and I have spend countless hours together talking about what our husbands would look like, talk like, act like... we covered it all. We also made a pact that we would live in a duplex and make dinners together every night. Naturally, they would grown to be best friends. We should have guessed that our future husbands would have the same name...</div>
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I hope our Matt's are ok with the duplex plan.</div>Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-69594907336447757292012-07-26T17:42:00.002-07:002012-07-26T17:42:28.318-07:00Dahl Family ReunionThis is my first summer having a "real job". I do not suggest it. To top it off about half of the finance department was either fired or quit within 2 weeks, of our busiest season. So work has been busy. But we have found time for a few fun family festivities.<br />
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Two weekends ago Matts mom and Ryder came down with Matts Aunt and 2 of his cousins for a family reunion. As stated earlier- I am a sucker for a family reunion. Perhaps it is my love for people watching that does it. There were some crazy stories about Matts family, and his mom knew a TON about everyone, no matter how far back.<br />
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It was far past time that we get out of Provo for a while, and to be able to spend time with Matts mom and talk with her. Since we got married our time with our families has been short, with a lot crammed in, so it was awesome to be able to have some time to just sit and visit with her.<br />
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We had a blast hanging out with Ryder. Within just a few minutes of seeing him he explained to us how he needed some Lowry cousins... and that we are his only hope. We played the "riddle game" for 3 days straight. He is hilarious, and just the sweetest kid ever. The whole "Aunt Tiffany" thing is still very new, and I love it.<br />
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At the hotel, working on good dental hygiene</div>
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Last week at this time we were in Boston with some of Matts Family for Melissas graduation from dental scheel. And it was glorious. And fast. Too fast.<br />
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We headed to the airport at 9:30 Thursday night.<br />
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Which means we flew all dang night.<br />
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But dont worry because we were supplied with Snooze Kits.<br />
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We got to Boston early Friday morning (like 5 am our time early) and Matts parents and Melissa came to pick us up.</div>
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We met up with everyone and had a delish breakfast at a trendy little bakery. That kind of stressed me out because the ladies behind the counter kept telling us to order. We were all somewhat confused.</div>
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Seafood has never been my thing. BUT... Melissa took us an awesome seafood place right on the water. And I was feeling all Bostonian, so I was all for it. Matt ate that crazy lil sea creature stuffed with other smaller sea creatures, I found the whole thing very entertaining.</div>
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We had so much fun in Boston and loved being able to spend time with Matts family and celebrating with Melissa, who is a fantastic tour guide :)</div>Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-38825078713809469692012-05-10T20:35:00.002-07:002012-05-10T20:35:40.007-07:00MayBefore the job I have now, I have never worked anywhere longer than 6 months. Actually, there aren't many activities I have ever done for 6 months. A semester in school is 4 months... my average summer job was about 3 weeks (thank you EFY). And that has been the cycle of my life for quite a few years.<div>
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Matty and I have been married for almost 9 months. In some ways it feels like we are still just dating, and in others it feels like we have been married for years and years. I would say I did a fair job of building up what marriage would be like in my head... and when we started talking about getting married I was worried that perhaps I had built it up a bit too much. Wrong. Its so much better than I could have ever imagined it would be. Cheesy.... but I really have never been so happy and content with life.</div>
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Last night I woke up with a horrendous migraine and tossed and turned and convinced myself I was going to die for quite a while. Finally in my wimpyness I woke up Matt. For the next hour he massaged/cuddled/calmed me down until I fell right asleep. His selflessness amazes me every single day.</div>
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1. Provo City Center Temple Ground Breaking. We somehow scored tickets to go to the ground breaking for the new Temple on Saturday morning (I'm a little worried about the 7:30 wake up... but I bet I can talk Matt into taking me out for breakfast to aid in that). I drive past the soon to be Temple on my way to work and I have loved seeing the progress that's being made. </div>
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2. Boston.Melissa is graduating from Dental school next weekend (shes amazing) and we get to go out and celebrate with her! The countdown has been on for weeks- we are so excited to go to her graduation and maybe get a Boston cream pie or two. </div>
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3. Summer. And mostly, getting to use our Seven Peaks passes- Finally!!</div>
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4. My Best Friends Wedding. Haliaka is getting married in July! I am so excited for her, and to be able to be there! My parents and Nicole will also be there so we will get to spend a few days in Spokane with the Famski.</div>
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5. The Anderson Family Reunion. I love family reunions I usually spend most of my time eating and people watching, but I find them intriguing. When I was 10ish (maybe) Grandma and Grandpa Smith took me to a family reunion and sent me on a bus of old people to tour the Glenwood area. One of my childhood highlights. This is going to be a new experience because its Matts family reunion and I really wont know anyone. A new dynamic for my intrigue. </div>
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Also an exciting point is work hasn't been nearly as torturous as I was promised it would be once the summer selling season started.I was convinced that from April 16 to Aug 31 I would be working 70 hour weeks and be yelled the entire time. Luckily that hasn't been the case so far. Knock on wood. </div>
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My parents came down last week, and O the fun we had.</div>
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It was depressing to have to go to work and know that they were so close... probably doing something really fun.<br />
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Last Friday boss man comes into my office about 2 and says... "Tiffany, next week is going to suck, why don't you take off a little early today. But I don't want to hear any complaints next week." All sorts of economic theories pop into my head about discounting ones future... but I couldn't help but be ecstatic.<br />
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My parents and Nicole had been moving her into a different dorm all day.. and Matt had the house all sorts of clean when I go home.<br />
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I turn into a irrational thinker when my parents come into town. It seems absolutely ridiculous that they could be so close and I would not be with them. So I pace around the house waiting for them to show up... jealous that Nicole has been with them all dang day... I try to calm myself down.<br />
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They finally show up and we all pile into the car. I get the hump seat because of my "stub legs". Now to decide where we are going. Its between 2 options: the Tulip Festival, or the Outlets in Parkcity. No one wants to make the decision- of course. Finally Matt ends the misery and says Park City. (He knew that's what pops was leaning towards). And we were off...<br />
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Except we weren't off at all. Because it was Friday afternoon and Utah loves construction. So we actually just slowly rolled down the street. And then decided we would have about an hour of shopping by the time we got to Park city. Plan B (or A according to me) The Tulip Festival!!<br />
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Since I was a freshman I have been dying to go "Tip Toe Through the Tulips". Haliaka and I had countless conversations and plans about the activity. (Pretty sure this is how we ended up laying in a median on BYU campus in the flower bed).<br />
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By the time we got through the traffic and made it to Thanksgiving Point... we were a little hungry, and Nicole had got the giggles. We park, and do a high intensity search for any food in the car. Squeezy Cheese. Perfect. Don't judge, I know its gross, and unhealthy, and not real food. But we LOVE cheese in a can. Nicole sneaks her cheese into the Gardens and misses the first 1000 tulips. If you know Nicole you can guess what kind of mood she was in.<br />
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We matured up, threw away the cracker box... and realized we had stepped into some serious beauty.<br />
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Usually with a solid 6 year build up... things tend to be a let down. NOT this time. Magical.
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</tbody></table>Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-50445577349932393592012-04-14T15:49:00.000-07:002012-04-14T15:49:47.572-07:00Spring time is the best timeIm not sure I really understood the happiness that is Spring until I moved to Utah. Southern Alberta has a weird little rainy season that some call spring... I learned that giving it that title is a terrible lie. Things at work are stupid busy these days as we are trying to get all of the stupid sells reps out to their stupid offices for the summer. But there are some little tid bits of life I have been wanting to document.<div><br />
</div><div><b>Saturday, March 31</b></div><div><br />
</div><div>General Conference weekend is ALWAYS a good one. Lots of church... but amazing church.. and always lots of people :)</div><div>Actually Saturday morning started out on a very sad note. Matt was off at his 8:30 choir practice (cute right?) and I was trying to get myself to get up and get ready for the day. My Aunt Sharels husband called to tell me that she was in the hospital up in Sandy after a surgery to try to take a tumor out of her lungs. I love my Aunt Sharel SO much- she reminds me of my Grandma Smith a lot. Matt, Nicole, and I went to Sunday Dinner at her house a few months ago and the entire way home we all gushed about how amazing she is and how we need to go up and see her more often. I was sad and scared and didnt know how to help when I got the call. Matt came home from choir and I told him what happened and he said that we should go up and visit her that afternoon. So after watching the morning session of Conference I got ready quick and we went to the hospital to visit her and drop of some flowers. It was a quick visit-- who really wants to be seen after they have been through that kind of thing? No Smith that I know, thats for sure. Even though she was weak and tired she was just as sweet that kind as always. Another common Smith trait is a intense HATE for hospitals- I have have inherited this 100%.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We were already in Sandy, so we decided to continue north and go to temple square. We listened to the afternoon session on our way. They were playing the session over the loud speakers and there were thousands of people everywhere. We sat out on the grass between the tabernacle and the north visitors center and listened.... and moved around a lot. Matt didnt want to sit in the sun- too hot. Hi, were Canadian. We think we saw one of the guys that takes pictures of the Ensign... and we are about 80% sure that we are in the background of one of the pictures they are going to use. </div><div><br />
</div><div>After the session we headed over to the new City Creek Center. Not an original idea. There were so many white shirts and skirts crammed between the shops. I will need to go back there- it seemed like some prime shopping. Now I just need some prime money.</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was SUCH a nice day. How can you not love spring?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div>Matt drove us back to Provo... and I slept. He headed to Priesthood session and I decided it was time to write in my journal about our wedding. Yes thats right- the end of March and I had still not put down a word about our wedding. Well, thats not true, I had started at least 10 times... and something always come up. Matt and I have less than average memories and when I thought about the little details I probably already had forgotten it hurt my heart. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>Josh, Nathaniel, and Brandon came and stayed with us Sat night. We have 2 Queen size blow up beds... and one small living room. Matt and I were all sorts of excited to finally have some visitors and set up both beds... and created one giant bed room. It was pretty sweet.</div><div><br />
</div><div><b>Sunday, April 1</b></div><div><br />
</div><div>Matt talked to his Dad for a while Sunday morning.. who told Matt that as a April fools prank he told his mom that it had snowed 2 ft outside. Matt liked this idea and after he got off the phone ran into the living room and yelled that it had snowed 2 feet, and that everyone had to wake up and go look. The only obedient one was Josh... mostly because he had to go to the bathroom I think. Matt blocked the poor guy from the bathroom and pushed him up the stairs. Of course, not snow. And on the way up Josh stubbed his toe and it immediately it turned black and blue. It looked so sore. Brothers operate in a very different way from sisters.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Sunday morning we made chocolate chip pancakes with flax and green food coloring. A lame attempt at an April Fools joke I guess... but none of them cared.</div><div><br />
</div><div>That evening we went to my Aunt Heidis house for a Birthday Dinner for granny. The food and company was fabulous.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Then we walked across the street and visited Matts Aunt Paula and her family. Yes, they live across the street from each other, how convenient. They are a hilarious crew and always have us laughing they whole time we are there.</div><div><br />
</div><div><b>Thursday, </b><b>April 5th</b></div><div><b><br />
</b></div><div>I had been feeling myself getting sick since Conference and by Thursday I was in rough shape. I had 100 things to do at work so I still went it. At 3 we had a meeting, and after bossman sent me home, claiming I look stoned. I came home and had the most wonderful of naps. Matt came home from school a bit later and went and got me some drugs. We then spent hours playing Words with Friends. And giggling. Like school children. I blame it on the cold medicine. And have no excuse for my husband.</div><div><br />
</div><div><b>Saturday, April 7th</b></div><div><b><br />
</b></div><div>After Matts Choir practice we meet Nicole at the Bridal Fair. Every 6 months there is a huge bridal fair at Provo High... with an insane amount of free things. Quality free things. Last time they had one Matt and I went and made up a fictional wedding date.... we had our story down. This time the 3 of us decided to go for a more honest approach. But were not well rewarded... One photographer gave Matt a price sheet... and then asked who was getting married. We replied that none of us were, and he was done talking to us... and almost went to take his little paper right back. A little awkward, it didnt last long, but we did get some tasty cake and crepes. </div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And then we headed outside for some good ol' Easter egg dying. We did it in the backyard... its kind of an embarrasing activity for three grown folk.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglfKa3w80ZCTQ6ssKoCcXE0IGVzK62B88baQN_0Eev10nPPBtgxEVsC6TTel2geXFJQ7-SPFJA5LW-3NmvCaaDtUXVil3YZ29diVZUxYfbpIlduC4vdaJ-pf_tLEsa2i2-c2XjDzW0Mckz/s1600/IMG_0321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglfKa3w80ZCTQ6ssKoCcXE0IGVzK62B88baQN_0Eev10nPPBtgxEVsC6TTel2geXFJQ7-SPFJA5LW-3NmvCaaDtUXVil3YZ29diVZUxYfbpIlduC4vdaJ-pf_tLEsa2i2-c2XjDzW0Mckz/s320/IMG_0321.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I did not know they put so many colors in those little kits. We had more colors than eggs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9PXks1Hjc2xPeaY87jHxSb9mjAIlUZl8qVahmh6xsWgTxyd_fpiqfmVfdU8ZmaHljRoLwMMLMNs_yOeBNiOG_p2fJybnBTwJ6RPmKozLsbqD6gYAkz79aMAd5DlXtV77M_TWIQwrGFs_H/s1600/IMG_0322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9PXks1Hjc2xPeaY87jHxSb9mjAIlUZl8qVahmh6xsWgTxyd_fpiqfmVfdU8ZmaHljRoLwMMLMNs_yOeBNiOG_p2fJybnBTwJ6RPmKozLsbqD6gYAkz79aMAd5DlXtV77M_TWIQwrGFs_H/s400/IMG_0322.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFrLiKjrEZplomOiETj2Gc0LyfYsiVteuig1UtI4J05-GKXTnengMfnINSIB9GiMDM-10XvgNomThI8BOnTKIKHMtAOeALFTpcP3SlRsLLRrSJgjgNGKcXXrdygN0oFSdoTkxHeU9wY3u/s1600/IMG_0323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjFrLiKjrEZplomOiETj2Gc0LyfYsiVteuig1UtI4J05-GKXTnengMfnINSIB9GiMDM-10XvgNomThI8BOnTKIKHMtAOeALFTpcP3SlRsLLRrSJgjgNGKcXXrdygN0oFSdoTkxHeU9wY3u/s400/IMG_0323.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWrGda8GpM-jqC4BsUMfMAMPFJz7RIzijIV9FHVEps_-Wmi3AY_GRo2J6bBQU5E__CzXhSM7g8waNp8HFdsyzIEoJqhJrZJp5VfVzoxXGWBemfEXVdHrt7nx4JogIQm-B_GPSg2IRN05W/s1600/IMG_0326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWrGda8GpM-jqC4BsUMfMAMPFJz7RIzijIV9FHVEps_-Wmi3AY_GRo2J6bBQU5E__CzXhSM7g8waNp8HFdsyzIEoJqhJrZJp5VfVzoxXGWBemfEXVdHrt7nx4JogIQm-B_GPSg2IRN05W/s400/IMG_0326.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We might have brought our eggs for the ride.... just incase we found a hill to roll them down. (From what we have heard this is an Ultra-Canadian activity.) So on the way home we drive past the Football stadium... perfect hill for our little eggs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_rKOEVFo1pFrWfUebNHEhyphenhyphenLQDifB3pqWfw6hhhCZN_o-Z3QofaL_nzZkWdjT4kVz6cEe2hDd1173Tutp-hYsxQ5XoVLxly0r7qJYzWzSFHX1vBKQiOKNCUefqDj-_TzMdVkiZWiHI-lC/s1600/IMG_0328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_rKOEVFo1pFrWfUebNHEhyphenhyphenLQDifB3pqWfw6hhhCZN_o-Z3QofaL_nzZkWdjT4kVz6cEe2hDd1173Tutp-hYsxQ5XoVLxly0r7qJYzWzSFHX1vBKQiOKNCUefqDj-_TzMdVkiZWiHI-lC/s400/IMG_0328.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-68374535298105452742012-03-13T20:00:00.000-07:002012-03-13T20:00:55.935-07:00Mama BearMy lovely mother came down to visit us this last weekend. I love love love visits from the parentals. For 24 hours before she came I had "Santa Clause is coming to town" stuck in my head.<br />
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She left last night and there was much weeping and waling from yours truly. The weekend was packed with fun- but Saturday was especially dreamy.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So Nicole is in an organ class this semester. And we have been wanting to see her play and haven't had a chance to. Until last Saturday. And O what an adventure it was. Here we are about to go into the Harris building. Nicoles nervous/awkward feelings are starting to kick in.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The audience was impressed by the octopus-like moves of the little one. Poor girl in the red shirt right...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">After the concert we headed to Costco. And the exact swimsuit I had pinned on Pinterest a few days earlier was there! O happy day.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">That night we went and got Shamrock Shakes.... Nicely done McDonalds.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was such a good weekend full of a lot of laughs and story tellings and family and it went by WAY too fast.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-79156312647961619472012-02-10T16:49:00.000-08:002012-02-10T16:49:19.225-08:00A Package!!Last night Nicole took Matt and I out. To one of our favorite places. The Cannon Center.<br />
Where the freshman flock and the BYU chefs keep the food flowin'.<br />
It rivals an airport as my favorite people watching locations.<br />
Then sister says- come up to my dorm, I have a package for you.<br />
Whaaat?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Remember how I love surprises. I extra love surprises that come in the mail. And from my parents- covered in lovey stickers! This had to be good.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-71286339976139293332012-02-08T21:11:00.000-08:002012-02-08T21:11:43.670-08:00The Weekenders<div style="text-align: center;">Every Monday I drag myself into work and Bossman asks how my weekend was. I say "Really good" and he says "Of course it was, its just the two of you and your newly-weds"... in kind of a sad envious tone.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">I am still trying to figure out how to respond to that one.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Its not something that has gone unnoticed. We live for weekends. Because even the silliest little chores are funner when its the weekend.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Friday was a fairly crappy day at work. Probably because I was fighting Matts crazy cold/flu and I was super tired. Matt was at school when I got home from work, I flopped on the couch to indulge in some mind-numbing pinteresting. But my computer was dead. And I was too tired to get the charger. So I fell asleep.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">Can you imagine a Friday jam packed with more fun?!</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Matt came home at 7:30ish...this is when the fun starts. And now I was properly powered up for the night ahead. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The weekend before we had gone on a double date with my cousin Jan and her husband Nate (Which was a blast). We had tried to make it to a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">BYU Planetarium Show</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">. We didnt make it... because apparently this is an event that sells out weekly. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: right;">This week- we were determined to make it with all of the other BYU nerds</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We did. With only seconds to spare. Like we got the last seats under that little dome.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was interesting... but kind of hurt my neck, and most of the jokes had had to do with Star Wars- thus were far from understood by yours truly. I think Matt liked it though. Next time, better seats are a must. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We were walking back to the car and came across the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">International Cinema.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> (Another repeat from the week before with Jan and Nate). But this time we stayed the entire time and watched a 100% pointless film in Spanish/German/Italian about a guy who looked like Willy Wonka who sailed up the Amazon and tried to have the Aboriginals drag his steamboat over a mountain. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It was pointless. But somehow entertaining. And we felt cultured.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Then we came home and watched our "shows". Its a tradition to lay in bed Friday night and watch Modern Family, The Office, Parks and Recreation, and The Middle. We hadn't had dinner yet. AND for some reason last week we thought it was a good idea to buy a 2.5lb bag of spinach. So we watched our shows and ate spinach until we couldn't stay awake any longer.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Sat morning we went to the Temple. Probably the best way to start a day... ever.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Then we came home and cleaned like crazy. To a younger (even slightly) self this would be the crap part of the day. BUT when you put it off all week, and it needs it so bad, and it goes twice as fast as pre-marriage Tiffany is used to... its kind of a good feeling. Then we talked to Matts mom, my Parents, and Jesse.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Then came.... COSTCO.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;">I think we deserve to be their poster couple.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We average twice a week at that place. Why it makes my heart sing so... I cannot tell.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then we came home and made some tasty homemade Pizza. Daaaaang it was good.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon we went to visit Aunt Sharel in Sandy with Nicole. She is my dads sister, and one of my favorite people to spend an afternoon with. It doesn't happen very often- but when it does its always a gem. Such a gem-- the Superbowl was not watched. From me not the biggest deal maybe- but for my football loving husband and sister, that means something.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">She told us stories of young pops, her job as as lawyer at the Federal Prison, and of her many world adventures her and her husband have been on. Complete with pictures books. I left wanting to travel and go on adventures and.... not go back to my little office the next day. I am still waiting for this feeling to die down.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">Ok so Monday morning I remember feeling like every weekend is an absolute blast these days.</div><div style="text-align: right;">And truthfully, after reading this im not sure why.</div><div style="text-align: right;">We went to some nerdy BYU activities, did chores, and missed the Superbowl.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I think its because planted in with all of those things are a husband who knows how to make me laugh (deep hardy laugh style) in ANY situation and turns grocery shopping into a wild adventure, some great heart to hearts with my fabulous sister, and a few great chats with some of our sweet family.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Life is good. Work is sub-par (especially today... I had the urge to throw a rock at a window for the first time ever as I was leaving). Matt spends most of his spare hours working his butt off in school. We dont have any tropical trips/adventures planned anytime soon (BUT... we are going to Boston for Melissas Dental school Grad and honestly we couldn't be more excited- this is big!). But I have been blessed to be surrounded by the best of the best... and it makes all the crappy boring parts so much more than worth it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Tiffany Kay Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03673268300004329993noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618553187908031850.post-18280440877664438472012-01-16T20:14:00.000-08:002012-01-16T20:14:15.826-08:00Our First Christmas<div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I suck at blogging. I have a lot of really mediocre reasons for it. Many of the same reasons apply to why have haven't wrote in my Journal since Aug. 8. That one makes me really sad.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But on we go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas is by far my favorite time of year. We had our Christmas tree bought before Halloween and I made sure we attended every Christmasy festivity we could.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0gOykzHIpyx3BQv5n5HiNT4gtXUlPzG1xSmreAXbYzhimqGVitCd7QgT3d0jpzSf9THugaFTHOx-PPxihdYovQEcfNOvRYfw_PgIkfY4ec4ZpIMKt46EvnHB_3-DSySkRtOLy_LsO3W1/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ0gOykzHIpyx3BQv5n5HiNT4gtXUlPzG1xSmreAXbYzhimqGVitCd7QgT3d0jpzSf9THugaFTHOx-PPxihdYovQEcfNOvRYfw_PgIkfY4ec4ZpIMKt46EvnHB_3-DSySkRtOLy_LsO3W1/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is our super cute Fisher-Price Nativity. I am in love with it. Every Christmas my parents give me and Nicole a nativity. We have gathered quite the collection. At thanksgiving I picked this one to bring home- I told Matt it was because it was the only one I could trust him around, but really its because I think its the cutest thing ever. (Rude wife point). We also have a Fisher-Price Drummer Boy set that I proudly set up under our tree.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our tree. The colors are teal, red, and gold. I kind of loved it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was so fun to have all of these new- ultra-grown- Christmas experiences with Mattski. But it was also very different from what I am used to. We all know how well I handle change. I missed my family so bad- probably the most I have missed them since the dark days of Fall 2006 spent in the basement of A. Richards. Ok that was dramatic, they werent dark, actually looking back they were quite fun. But thats how this silly homesickness stuff goes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We took Nicole up to the airport Dec 17. And I was uber-grump for the rest of the day. Matt tried to cheer me up with a breakfast burrito (that has NEVER failed) and I ended up crying in Carls Jr. I know, I know. Work that week went by pretty fast- but for some reason I felt the need to explain to my boss that this was the first Christmas I had ever not been home at least by Dec 21. Again, looking back embarrassing and highly unnecessary. I dont want to tell all of the ridiculous things I did that week anymore. I was sad. I wanted to be home. Nuff said.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We did get home and buckled in for a week of fun and excitement.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas eve at the Smith home is usually spent wrapping the presents that dad got for mom. Because mom was done here wrapping weeks ago, and dad says "we do such a nice job". Code for: I dont want to. And we love it. Matt fell right into this tradition. We also had all of our gifts to wrap because of the whole border crossing thing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we went to "Arthurs Christmas" with Pat Kinney... who insisted that we sit on the back row because it had a place for her walker. It was a good one- but mostly I just love Movie Mill popcorn <3 Then we went home and began the chopping for the fondue feast! It was greasy and delicious as ever. Another tradition Matt seemed to become accustom to very quickly. Then we walked (to get the grease out of our system.. ya right) to the church to watch the live nativity. So cold... so worth it. When we got home Nicole graced us with some Christmas songs... and then... her piano duets magically became a production. Matt sang, Nicole played, and I recited the story of Good King Wenceslas. We opened some presents- and all of a sudden found the entire family dressed in matching pajamas. O how it warmed my heart. And then the suggestion comes for a picture of Pops and Matt in their identical PJs in front of the Christmas tree. It is a classic... if I ever get a copy it will be posted on here. After some ridiculous pictures and lots of giggles Matt and I slipped out to our next Christmas celebration. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Its 9 pm and my eyes are burning- but there is no time to devote to sleep during such an occasion. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> We get to Matts house, and Ben meets us at the door. He takes the bag of presents from Matts hand and says "Run to the back door and surprise everyone". Brilliant idea. We run around to the back- I am getting more gitty as the moments pass. We look in the back window and see Matts family busily preparing all sorts of Chinese treats. Ben is right in there... pretending he never saw us. Matt lightly knocks. nothing... a little harder... still nothing. Its windy and cold and this plan was not well thought out. So we walked in- but it was through the back door and not the front so it was still a bit of an adventure. Lots of hugs and happiness, and of course amazing smells coming from the kitchen. Melissa already has her camera out capturing every moment, which I love her for. As the newby I was Joshs head assistant of the pineapple sauce for the won tons. That stuff takes a lot of attention- and young Josh is a master! Before learning Matts Christmas eve tradition I honestly did now know Chinese food could be made in ones kitchen. But let me tell you thats where it belongs because it was SOOO delish. Even on my grease belly. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> We sat in the living room and all talked for a while. We opened a few presents and everyone said what they were grateful for. (Matts parents had given us each the task of writing 100 things we are thankful for before Christmas eve- and we all got to share one). For some reason, still unknown, this gave my husband the giggles. I think its because he loves Christmas just as much as I do and he had been holding it in for months- it had to come out some how. We chatted late into the night- and I saw for the first time how Sanata does his thing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Christmas morning came early. Very early. We needed to finish Christmas at my house by 10 so we could all make it to the assisted living sacrament where my parents have their calling. We were spoiled! It was a different thing to have 3 people on the couch while opening stalkings rather than just Nicole and I. But Mr. Lowry fit there quite nicely. I love the feeling of everyone there just sharing the love. After we finally make our way through the mountain of gifts...present opening at my house always ends in tears... because we open cards... and the love is just flowin. Matt said our Christmas has a lot more "feelings". And then we begin to devour a stack of pull-aparts. This year with extra carmely sauce. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> To church we went... where some how Nicole and Matt became part of the program and were at the pulpit singing a duet without one moment of practice. For some reason this gave me the giggles and I couldnt watch. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Back over to the west side Matt and I went. When we got there everyone was in the living room opening presents. And the happiness begins again! Melissa got Matt and I a Polaroid camera! How cool is that right? Again, this girl is the best present giver ever! Again- we were spoiled. And then Matts mom gets us all set up in front of the fluffiest waffles my eyes have ever seen. Yum. So I might have gained 10 pounds in a week... so what. We spent the afternoon lounging, watching home videos, and I got to see hubs as a young blonde tot- causing chaos. And I may have fallen asleep a bit- whats better than a good ol Christmas nap. I wake up... and its time to eat again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">All of my favorites. Funeral potatoes, ham, YUM. AFter dinner we decided that we would watch some of our family videos too. Grannys feisty trend setting ways are not a new thing. We spent the night watching and playing games and reminiscing... and of course eating.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Overall, a huge success. No wonder why I cry and act a fool when I cant be home with these people having this kind of fun right?! Ok... there is no reason for that. But I have the best 2 families in the world. Who love us and spoil us and who we have so much fun with. To stay in Utah I have to remind myself that if we lived there it wouldnt be Christmas party day in and day out.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Turns out the next day we were exhausted, we didnt step out of the house, and I didnt get dressed. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas hangover maybe?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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