I had to make a "themed" blog for one of my classes and update it every day.
I had a very perfect theme in front of me.
Check out my baby blog: babymakingbybecky.blogspot.com
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Bella Baby Photography
After lots of training, procrastination and feeling scared I am finally beginning my new job! Early tomorrow morning (so when you read this I'll probably be at work!) I will drive the scooter to the hospital, camera bag in tow, and begin snapping photos!
I'm working with Bella Baby Photography taking pictures of the new born babies. Check out their website, it's SO sweet. We take the pictures right in the room, always in sight of Mom, often on the foot of the bed, or even in Mom's arms.
We post the pictures online within a half-hour and sell the pictures to any family that wants the pictures (and who wouldn't?) and I get paid a commission. So even if Grandma is across the world she can look at them the same time as Mom can. It's pretty amazing technology.
I can't post any pictures because of confidentiality issues, but I'll be sure to tell you every time I see a really cute baby (probably every day.)
Travis says "Promise me you won't come home wanting a baby."
I say, "Yeah right, there's no way I can go and take pictures of an average of 10 new babies a day and not want one. I want one now and I hardly ever see them."
I love babies.
I love taking pictures.
This is the perfect job, am I right?
I'm working with Bella Baby Photography taking pictures of the new born babies. Check out their website, it's SO sweet. We take the pictures right in the room, always in sight of Mom, often on the foot of the bed, or even in Mom's arms.
We post the pictures online within a half-hour and sell the pictures to any family that wants the pictures (and who wouldn't?) and I get paid a commission. So even if Grandma is across the world she can look at them the same time as Mom can. It's pretty amazing technology.
I can't post any pictures because of confidentiality issues, but I'll be sure to tell you every time I see a really cute baby (probably every day.)
Travis says "Promise me you won't come home wanting a baby."
I say, "Yeah right, there's no way I can go and take pictures of an average of 10 new babies a day and not want one. I want one now and I hardly ever see them."
I love babies.
I love taking pictures.
This is the perfect job, am I right?
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Uganda
We're leaving Uganda. In one half hour a man will be here to pick us and our luggage up and take us to the airport.
So I will be quick. I think you deserve at least one decent blog post while we're here, no?
This is what Uganda is like: No INTERNET.
But other than that... here are three stories to help you picture Uganda, treat them as individual blog posts and remember, in a mere three days I will have Internet good enough to post PICTURES online for you.
Story One; Chicken Eating Ants
Everywhere in Uganda there are tall (sometimes 10 feet tall!) red mounds of dirt as though some one dug a gigantic hole and piled up everything that came out. Having read the Posionwood Bible these mounds terrified me and I assumed that they were gigantic ant-hills.
After I finally asked about them I was told that not only was I correct, but that our cook said that when they all come out they could eat a live chicken.
The night after I was told this was a very scary night. Travis and I have been sleeping on a mat-thing on the garage floor of our house. As I prepared for bed I saw what could only be described as a CHICKEN-EATING ant. He was freaking gigantic, walking calming towards my side of the bed.
In a daring act of bravery I smashed the ant (which was as long as half my pinky) with our sunscreen bottle repeatedly. It proceeded to release the worst-smelling poison (I'm SURE it was poison) in to the air making it even more impossible to sleep.
Why was it already impossible? you ask.
Here are three good reasons:
1. We live next-door to a piggery and can hear pigs screaming all night long as they are slowly killed with a blunt knife.
2. We were given a chicken as a "gift" and he does not only crow at sunrise. I would describe his crowing as insanely loud and occurring every 15 minutes.
3. There are two goats on our land too. One of whom (Aberforth) is very pregnant. If I had not seen her sans-baby the next morning I would assume that all of her human-like screaming was due to the pain of giving birth. Guess what? That treat is still to come.
Oh, and our cook finally told us today that the ant-hills are filled with delicious crickets... not ants.
Story Two; The Orphan Choir
On Monday we were asked to join a few HELP Intern. volunteers as they went to listen to the Orphan Choir in Kyini. We were to record music for them that they could hopefully sell. I was prepared for the same sort of children that we often see here: Happy laughing children in matching but shabby uniforms sing songs of welcome and simple pleasures.
I was not prepared for a small group of 15 students who sang songs abut AIDS, death, loneliness, the possibility that God did not exist and other horrible things, all while many of them wept themselves.
If that were not enough, the director of the Orphanage kept a running commentary. "That girl who is crying, her last parent died on Saturday. That girl in the yellow, she is HIV positive. That boy there, he is thirteen and is caring for 4 younger siblings on his own." Besides that, we met another woman who was caring for her own children and the children of her deceased brothers and sisters, 27 kids all told.
Travis and I had to have a serious discussion about adopting a child. Leaving them seemed too heartless.
People on buses, have actually asked me if I would take their child for them. All of the girls here have had babies thrust on them and been begged by desperate adults who cannot feed all their siblings children to take the baby back to America and raise it.
I was prepared, I think, for Annie. I was not prepared for actual orphans. It was the hardest day I've yet experienced in Africa.
Time is running short. Here is the third story.
Story Three; Freddy the Boda-Boda Driver
Today our friend Freddy's wife had a baby. She is a beautiful little girl (but little might not be the right word, she was nearly 10 pounds!) After driving Travis around this morning on his Boda-boda (motorcycle) to film around Mukono Freddy came back to pick me up to take us to his new house and make a video for Mr. Clint and Tammy, some of our mutual friends.
Throughout the tour of the house (which you can all see soon enough) Freddy would add "I love Mr. Clint so much," or "It is all to Mr. Clint that I have this," or my favorite: "I wish Mr. Clint to stay here one week, seven days and six nights and every day he will give me a new idea. I could use seven new ideas."
It seems that Clint gave Freddy his first lessons in business, teaching his valuable but uncommon ideas like "Spend money on what you need, not what you want."
Ever since they came 8 years ago, Freddy has worked on changing his life around. He works hard, and saves money. He can send his children to school, and now is building a new house. (If any of you are interested in helping Freddy, he's trying to earn money now for a water tank, about 400 USD.)
After the tour of his house and the meeting of his three sons and adopted daughter (his sister's) Freddy took us back to see his new wife and baby who were still at the hospital. Despite having been in several hospital-type places here I couldn't help but think "At least there will be an indoor toilet there. I've got to go."
We arrived at the hospital by traveling down a thin dirt-path (treacherous for motorcycles) and arrived at a shabby building no different from any other. There was an uneven dirt floor with an open ceilinged court. There was trash littered everywhere and a dozen doors leading to private rooms.
Private rooms without electricity, water, special beds for babies, without ice chips, without nurses to get you things, without even a fan or a real pillow for the new mother. They had to bring their own sheets for the bed.
I can't believe I expected her to have her own bathroom.
A legit bathroom.
Freddy told us the medical bills would cost 50000 shillings (25 dollars) so he had to go back to work.
We said, It is customary to give gifts when a baby is born in America. Stay with your wife today.
And helped him pay the doctor's fee.
I feel a little guilty, perpetrating the whites have money to spare stereotype.
But not very much.
That baby deserved to have both parents there. She was so stinking cute.
And that is all. Tomorrow we will be in London.
Wednesday we will be home.
Wish us luck, we love you
So I will be quick. I think you deserve at least one decent blog post while we're here, no?
This is what Uganda is like: No INTERNET.
But other than that... here are three stories to help you picture Uganda, treat them as individual blog posts and remember, in a mere three days I will have Internet good enough to post PICTURES online for you.
Story One; Chicken Eating Ants
Everywhere in Uganda there are tall (sometimes 10 feet tall!) red mounds of dirt as though some one dug a gigantic hole and piled up everything that came out. Having read the Posionwood Bible these mounds terrified me and I assumed that they were gigantic ant-hills.
After I finally asked about them I was told that not only was I correct, but that our cook said that when they all come out they could eat a live chicken.
The night after I was told this was a very scary night. Travis and I have been sleeping on a mat-thing on the garage floor of our house. As I prepared for bed I saw what could only be described as a CHICKEN-EATING ant. He was freaking gigantic, walking calming towards my side of the bed.
In a daring act of bravery I smashed the ant (which was as long as half my pinky) with our sunscreen bottle repeatedly. It proceeded to release the worst-smelling poison (I'm SURE it was poison) in to the air making it even more impossible to sleep.
Why was it already impossible? you ask.
Here are three good reasons:
1. We live next-door to a piggery and can hear pigs screaming all night long as they are slowly killed with a blunt knife.
2. We were given a chicken as a "gift" and he does not only crow at sunrise. I would describe his crowing as insanely loud and occurring every 15 minutes.
3. There are two goats on our land too. One of whom (Aberforth) is very pregnant. If I had not seen her sans-baby the next morning I would assume that all of her human-like screaming was due to the pain of giving birth. Guess what? That treat is still to come.
Oh, and our cook finally told us today that the ant-hills are filled with delicious crickets... not ants.
Story Two; The Orphan Choir
On Monday we were asked to join a few HELP Intern. volunteers as they went to listen to the Orphan Choir in Kyini. We were to record music for them that they could hopefully sell. I was prepared for the same sort of children that we often see here: Happy laughing children in matching but shabby uniforms sing songs of welcome and simple pleasures.
I was not prepared for a small group of 15 students who sang songs abut AIDS, death, loneliness, the possibility that God did not exist and other horrible things, all while many of them wept themselves.
If that were not enough, the director of the Orphanage kept a running commentary. "That girl who is crying, her last parent died on Saturday. That girl in the yellow, she is HIV positive. That boy there, he is thirteen and is caring for 4 younger siblings on his own." Besides that, we met another woman who was caring for her own children and the children of her deceased brothers and sisters, 27 kids all told.
Travis and I had to have a serious discussion about adopting a child. Leaving them seemed too heartless.
People on buses, have actually asked me if I would take their child for them. All of the girls here have had babies thrust on them and been begged by desperate adults who cannot feed all their siblings children to take the baby back to America and raise it.
I was prepared, I think, for Annie. I was not prepared for actual orphans. It was the hardest day I've yet experienced in Africa.
Time is running short. Here is the third story.
Story Three; Freddy the Boda-Boda Driver
Today our friend Freddy's wife had a baby. She is a beautiful little girl (but little might not be the right word, she was nearly 10 pounds!) After driving Travis around this morning on his Boda-boda (motorcycle) to film around Mukono Freddy came back to pick me up to take us to his new house and make a video for Mr. Clint and Tammy, some of our mutual friends.
Throughout the tour of the house (which you can all see soon enough) Freddy would add "I love Mr. Clint so much," or "It is all to Mr. Clint that I have this," or my favorite: "I wish Mr. Clint to stay here one week, seven days and six nights and every day he will give me a new idea. I could use seven new ideas."
It seems that Clint gave Freddy his first lessons in business, teaching his valuable but uncommon ideas like "Spend money on what you need, not what you want."
Ever since they came 8 years ago, Freddy has worked on changing his life around. He works hard, and saves money. He can send his children to school, and now is building a new house. (If any of you are interested in helping Freddy, he's trying to earn money now for a water tank, about 400 USD.)
After the tour of his house and the meeting of his three sons and adopted daughter (his sister's) Freddy took us back to see his new wife and baby who were still at the hospital. Despite having been in several hospital-type places here I couldn't help but think "At least there will be an indoor toilet there. I've got to go."
We arrived at the hospital by traveling down a thin dirt-path (treacherous for motorcycles) and arrived at a shabby building no different from any other. There was an uneven dirt floor with an open ceilinged court. There was trash littered everywhere and a dozen doors leading to private rooms.
Private rooms without electricity, water, special beds for babies, without ice chips, without nurses to get you things, without even a fan or a real pillow for the new mother. They had to bring their own sheets for the bed.
I can't believe I expected her to have her own bathroom.
A legit bathroom.
Freddy told us the medical bills would cost 50000 shillings (25 dollars) so he had to go back to work.
We said, It is customary to give gifts when a baby is born in America. Stay with your wife today.
And helped him pay the doctor's fee.
I feel a little guilty, perpetrating the whites have money to spare stereotype.
But not very much.
That baby deserved to have both parents there. She was so stinking cute.
And that is all. Tomorrow we will be in London.
Wednesday we will be home.
Wish us luck, we love you
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Marriage, sex, things like that.
(tehe, this is a picture Travis took this morning. Heso tall, look at my little feet, all the way down there.)I heard a conversation on campus like this:
"So how's being married?" (a favorite BYU question)
"Oh, you know. Weird, different."
"Really?"
"Good different, but yeah. Really, really different."
And I thought, "different how?"
A year ago on a normal weekend night I might fall asleep on the couch with my roommates watching the OC with our mouths half-full of poptarts. At some later, early-morning time I would wake to the disk menu playing on repeat and stumble to my bed.
Or, as is more likely, go back to sleep on the couch.
NOW, however, I fall asleep on the couch with my roommate (aka Travis, aka best roomie ever) watching The Lord of the Rings with my mouth half full of homemade cookies. When the movie finishes, Travis wakes me up and when I decide to stay on the couch all night instead of getting up he carries me to our bed and I sleep there. (Heso strong. Meso love it.)
So what I mean, I still hardly ever brush my teeth.
And it seems really similar to me as before.
Different better: Yes.
Different a lot: Not really.
It's especially not different to the six months BEFORE we got married. During that time I would wake up, call Travis and see him all day every day. Then fall asleep where ever we happen to be at 10 o'clock ('cause I go to bed every night at ten, even if I don't mean to) and he would take me home and make me sleep in a bed, instead of outside in a tree.
Now it's the same except we live together.
Two nights ago after Travis carried me to bed again (it would be four nights in a row that he carried me to bed, except that on Monday night we ate dinner in bed and then just stayed there until I passed out.) Anyway, last night, Travis said "You know, you're completely helpless after 9:30."
and then he laughed and said, "And you don't get up in the morning until after 9 everyday.
Why do you need twelve hours of sleep?" Then he laughed and laughed.
Laugh it up.
Whatevs.
On a different topic, and to justify my very suggestive blog title:
Every time I see O Magazine (Oprah's Magazine) I think of the big O.
Which is why I sometimes call it Orgasm Magazine.
I don't call it that because it excites me. Just because O as a letter makes me think of O as something that isn't a letter, but is an.... action?
Reaction?
Now I can't decide how to define the big O.
Also, the big O is a phrase I really like to use, ever since I read it on a website about chick-flicks.
It said something about how When Harry Met Sally was the first movie that talked about girls faking it, but instead of it, they said faking the big O.
And I laughed and laughed. On account of, I LOVE When Harry Met Sally.
Speaking of things I love:
I LOVE Glee.
Even though I was originally against it.
I was against it because girls who I think are annoying watch it.
AND because I knew too many kids like that in high school.
AND because I knew that they sang a song from Wicked in it, and nothing can get stuck in your head for the rest of your life like Wicked.
But I've turned a new leaf, because girls I like watch it. (and I'm all about doing what other people do.)
AND because it reminds me of how much I both liked and hated everyone I knew in high school.
AND because it's really, really, really funny. And knowing that it's a satire makes it okay to watch.
(also, every time Jesse St.James is on the screen I can't help but think of Jimmy Person)
Travis loves Glee too, but he won't admit it.
And he'll probably leave a comment like "I don't love it, you make me watch it!" Except he'll also have to justify that comment now since I already called him out.
WHAT!
Speaking of WHAT!? (which is a word I exclaim when something amazes me or is funny[even if I'm doing at myself, 'cause I often think I'M funny]) watch this video.
WHATT!? HOLY FREAKING CRAP! Those are the sounds I made when I watched it, so if you want to pretend that we're watching it together then say them aloud anytime someone does something crazy, amazing or funny:
Yesterday I bumped into a pretty group of girls from my Freshman year. We were talking about BABIES, which comes out this weeeekend. Are you freaking out? 'Cause I. AM. SO. PSYCHED.
"How are you getting your husband to go?" Candace asked and I thought What craziness! ALL humans with a soul should want to see it. Because they're little babies and babies are the best, cutest, snuggliest, funniest, softest, happiest, best best best thing ever. DUH!
Hmm, my computer doesn't think snuggliest is a real word, but it does think snuffliest is.
Babies are the snuffliest thing ever, too. DUH!
Turns out DUH is still fun to say, even when you're not seven.
Travis wants to see Babies even as much as me.
Watch the preview again, or go to the babies website to watch happy little clips that will have you giggling like a lunatic... or maybe they just do that to me.
So have we talked about things in order?
First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage.
Really? How can you not be dying to watch this?
Monday, April 12, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
April Fools
I am apparently not very good at convincing anyone that I am pregnant.
My call with Matt was not successful. He sounded too nice and congratulatory and since he's usually a bully I felt guilt and said April Fools right away, but he had me already figured out.
"I know," he said "Lisa's been pulling pranks on me all morning." (yeah right she has)
When I called my grandpa he said "Let me think, IT'S APRIL FIRST. Did you mother tell you to call me? Give the phone to her. She played this prank on me for 15 years and for 10 years I believed it!"
When I tried to tell my parents at dinner they beat me to the punch, "We have something to tell you," I said, "Let me guess!" said my mom, "You're pregnant!"
Then they laughed and laughed.
Only when my mom typed to Mary on an IM "Your sister just told us she's pregnant" did we get the response we wanted.
"IS THIS FOR REAL?!"
No Mary. Sorry Mary.
I'm not pregnant guys, I'm just an April Fool
Friday, January 22, 2010
Dumplings are Delicous
Yesterday I watched the first few minutes of Mr. Smith Goes To Washington before I had to leave work. (I LOVE watching movies at work, especially good ol’ Jimmy Stewart movies.)
During the credits I was impressed by all wonderful names.
You know, like Ruth, Astrid, Beulah and of course Baby Dumpling.
New decision. My first child will be named Baby Dumpling.
Oh, little Baby Dumpling Pitcher.
Or if it’s a boy we could call him little Baby Dumpling Pitcher.
It’s perfect.
A perfect name for a son or daughter.
Yay!
(uh oh, am I planning on naming child after food? Dumplings sure are tasty. Maybe I'll name one of my children Chocolate Chip Cookies. We'll call him Chip.)
Friday, January 15, 2010
Baby Elliot
Our neighbors have a sweet little baby and I was over there the other day (making cookies, yum!) and I played with my new lens by taking Elliot's picture over and over again.
Then I played with photoshop for a long time.
Oooh, isn't she pretty? The last two pictures here I was practicing using textures. They're weird, but I kind of like them.
She's SO fat. She's probably the fattest baby that I have ever seen.
I love her.
I am trying to think of how to talk her mom and dad into letting her live at our house.
Then I played with photoshop for a long time.
Oooh, isn't she pretty? The last two pictures here I was practicing using textures. They're weird, but I kind of like them.
She's SO fat. She's probably the fattest baby that I have ever seen.I love her.
I am trying to think of how to talk her mom and dad into letting her live at our house.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Christmas (p.m.)
Mmmm, we got lucky on Christmas because the Pitchers make a big breakfast but not a big dinner, while the Patchs don't have a big breakfast but recreate Thanksgiving for dinner.
So we got two big meals with a decent lunch in between. Isn't this the reason for the season? Fooooood? I do love food.
We got to the Patchs right in time to avoid doing most of the work, but still get to feel like we helped.
Even Grandpa was mashing potatoes! The dinner was a delicious group effort. And there was a perfect turkey, and thanks to his practice in November, Travis carved the bird perfectly!
"You look nice," I said.
"Well, we're taking... I mean you're taking our family pictures today. I meant to ask you, but I figured you'd have your camera."
I did take a couple pictures of the family, but I must admit, I got carried away taking pictures of Isaac.
Even though he's usually making sweet faces and NOT crying, I love the pictures of him crying.
Maybe it's mean, but I think they're cuter.
And here's grandpa with baby Isaac, I'm lucky I even got these since grandpa was very against me taking his picture.
So we got two big meals with a decent lunch in between. Isn't this the reason for the season? Fooooood? I do love food.
We got to the Patchs right in time to avoid doing most of the work, but still get to feel like we helped.
Even Grandpa was mashing potatoes! The dinner was a delicious group effort. And there was a perfect turkey, and thanks to his practice in November, Travis carved the bird perfectly!
When I got to their house, Keira was all dressed up.
"Well, we're taking... I mean you're taking our family pictures today. I meant to ask you, but I figured you'd have your camera."
I did take a couple pictures of the family, but I must admit, I got carried away taking pictures of Isaac.
Even though he's usually making sweet faces and NOT crying, I love the pictures of him crying.Maybe it's mean, but I think they're cuter.
And here's grandpa with baby Isaac, I'm lucky I even got these since grandpa was very against me taking his picture.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
LISA FOUND IT!
The baby doc! The baby doc!
Travis and I went to see Where The Wild Things Are and this preview played. We came home and both spent waaaaay too much time trying to find the preview so we could watch it over and over and over. But all we could find was THIS. Useless.
Today over breakfast, Travis and I watched this preview twice, and now I will watch again.
It makes me ansty with anticipation.
Thank you sister!
If you're having difficulty watching it here (the link seems to have gone bad) watch it at their website: Babies
Travis and I went to see Where The Wild Things Are and this preview played. We came home and both spent waaaaay too much time trying to find the preview so we could watch it over and over and over. But all we could find was THIS. Useless.
Today over breakfast, Travis and I watched this preview twice, and now I will watch again.
It makes me ansty with anticipation.
Thank you sister!
If you're having difficulty watching it here (the link seems to have gone bad) watch it at their website: Babies
Saturday, December 5, 2009
musical talent is BORN not MADE
Which is why I've always been quite hopeless.
This is my new favorite baby video.
also, you've probably seen this, and I've had it posted on my blog before but...
and this baby, who is not exhibiting any musical talent, but whom I am sure is musically talented:
oh no. I have a problem, don't I?
This is my new favorite baby video.
also, you've probably seen this, and I've had it posted on my blog before but...
and this baby, who is not exhibiting any musical talent, but whom I am sure is musically talented:
oh no. I have a problem, don't I?
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Isaac Michael
Renn and Kiera had their baby today.He is little and soft and not very snuggly, but all wanted was to snuggle him up and breath in his nice baby smell.
He has a little teeny mouth and squinty, almost suspicious looking eyes. He cried when I first picked him up, but patting him on the butt calms him down instantly. It was a bit silly. He would whimper if I stopped patting, but if I began again he made a goofy little face and quieted right down.
Renn wouldn't let me look at his feet, because he was bundled up tight and warm, but soon I will, and then there will be pictures of them. Lotsa pictures of them. Baby feet are so cute.
It made me want a baby again. I say again, even though my previous desire for babies hasn't really calmed down a great deal. They're so nice and soft and good-smelling and loving and everything good.
Here are some pictures of Isaac, and some of his parents, too!
For more pictures of Isaac, Renn, and Kiera see our family blog: Aka The greatest Family Ever.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
the friend maker strikes again!
new friends! new married friends! new married friends with a baby!
yay!
We made friends at church, and we like them very much. They're super cute and funny, and like the same things as us. (Uh-oh. Does this sound like dating to anyone else?)
At his family's Halloween party Daryl Lee told us, "No one tells you how much harder it is to court couples than a single person. You like the wife, he can't stand the husband and you have to start all over."
That's super funny too, because as soon as we got married we had this need for married friends. We still love our unmarried friends (nothing could diminish that love!) but there's something about inviting another family into your home that is really fun.
We invited two couples over after dinner today for dessert. One family had relatives in town, but the other family came over. Unfortunately, Travis and I got into a baking craze and made about 12 dozen cookies of various kinds, and it was all I could do to talk him out of brownies, too.
We talked and laughed and lost track of time, and oops, now the boys are late to their priesthood meeting. But it was really nice. We loooove the family ward, it's surprisingly diverse, and has YW/YM and everything, and a lot of people who are a lot like us.
Maybe Kaylie and LJ will even be in our ward, they live just a few blocks away, and we have pretty big ward boundaries for Provo.
Our new friends even borrowed some DVDs, now they'll have to come back. Muwahahaha!
Hide in fear, ye friendless masses, because you could be next!
The friend maker strikes again!
(p.s. Why hide in fear? We're lovely people and a swell couple. Come eat some tasty peanut butter cookies. And if you're allergic, we also have chocolate chip!)
yay!
We made friends at church, and we like them very much. They're super cute and funny, and like the same things as us. (Uh-oh. Does this sound like dating to anyone else?)
At his family's Halloween party Daryl Lee told us, "No one tells you how much harder it is to court couples than a single person. You like the wife, he can't stand the husband and you have to start all over."
That's super funny too, because as soon as we got married we had this need for married friends. We still love our unmarried friends (nothing could diminish that love!) but there's something about inviting another family into your home that is really fun.
We invited two couples over after dinner today for dessert. One family had relatives in town, but the other family came over. Unfortunately, Travis and I got into a baking craze and made about 12 dozen cookies of various kinds, and it was all I could do to talk him out of brownies, too.
We talked and laughed and lost track of time, and oops, now the boys are late to their priesthood meeting. But it was really nice. We loooove the family ward, it's surprisingly diverse, and has YW/YM and everything, and a lot of people who are a lot like us.
Maybe Kaylie and LJ will even be in our ward, they live just a few blocks away, and we have pretty big ward boundaries for Provo.
Our new friends even borrowed some DVDs, now they'll have to come back. Muwahahaha!
Hide in fear, ye friendless masses, because you could be next!
The friend maker strikes again!
(p.s. Why hide in fear? We're lovely people and a swell couple. Come eat some tasty peanut butter cookies. And if you're allergic, we also have chocolate chip!)
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