please

Welp, I'm registered for a new semester. It's going to be insane! I have three classes the first eight weeks of Summer, one of them being Math (Blah) 4 nights a week for two hours. Another requires an internship. Am I really doing this? Is it really possible? Because my mom is the angel that she is, and my husband is the supportive champ that he is, it's possible. I WILL graduate at the end of the Summer! The eight weeks of out of control busyness will put this madness to an end and I will have my bachelor's of Social Work.

Please tell me one year olds are resilient.
Please tell me it's worth it.
Please tell me Owen won't be traumatized.
Please tell me he won't develop some sort of separation anxiety.
Please tell me I can pass an extremely intense math 1050 class.

My biggest stress is, so much time away from my baby! Some days he'll spend at least 7 hours away from me, and most nights I won't be able to put him to bed. It feels so unnatural. I know he can handle it, in fact he may even enjoy it. It's healthy for children to have a variety of care takers, love givers and support systems, but man that maternal instinct is so real; it causes way to many zits, even more tears, shortness of breath and sleepless nights.

P.S. I know anyone reading this, has or is currently going through something equally or more physically hard, mentally difficult, or emotionally draining. I am well aware that in some areas I am weak.

On the bright side:

• I love my major, and what it teaches me.

• I'm excited for an internship (possibly with LDS family services) where I can sit in on counseling sessions, and actually practice what I would love to have a career in some day (sounds like something I could use right about now right?)
  

• I'm so blessed to have the opportunity to get an education.

• The summer semester approaching means summer is approaching.

• I have a week long break between this semester and the next.

• Owen says basketball like this:

Notice he's so bugged I'm holding him back? Sheesh.

Today

I am recovering from a late night at a Jazz game with Treavor. I'm getting old. It was so fun to hang out just the two of us!

Owen ate croutons and a pancake for breakfast. I guess that's better than the taco shell he had the other day. He grabs whatever is in reach in the pantry and is absolutely set on eating it.

I am sad my Spring break has come to an end. It was fabulous!

I want my money back on the burned batch of graham crackers I got. How do graham crackers burn?! aren't they on some sort of timer at the factory?

I am loving these two pictures:

Trying on some hip glasses at forever 21.
(that tag might be causing a little bit of cross-eyed-ness)

After an hour or so of shopping with Me and Mally, Owen started picking random items up and saying "tuuuuute" (cute) in that super girly shopping tone. I guess there was one word he was hearing an extra lot that day.

Wearing Claire's coat

Owen has a friend named Claire. The sweetest, littlest, cutest angel baby! She's a month older than Owen and much, much smaller. I babysit Claire while her mom's in school, and Owen goes to Claire's while I'm in school. they're together a lot and I love watching them interact. Today Owen wanted to wear Claire's "Da-Kit" (jacket). So he did.

Free at last!

First day of nursery

He was in heaven.
So were we.

Road Trip

We spent another relaxing weekend in St. George. A few days with the boys is just what I had been craving.

I've always loved flying. Weird right? No one loves flying, but I really love it. When I'm going on a trip with someone I almost look forward to the time on the airplane more than anything else. Well I finally figured it out. I had an epiphany, and realized that the reason I love flying is because I have whoever I am with totally cornered. I love chatting, and the only thing better than chatting, is chatting without distractions. There's nowhere to go, no interruptions (except for maybe the offering of a bag of peanuts by the stewardess) , no excuses just lots and lots of time to chat with moi. I have a similar fondness for road trips. There's not much I enjoy more than a drive with sunflower seeds in Treav's lap, my feet on the dash bored, a snoozing Owey boy in the back and four whole hours for me to talk Treavor's ear off. And that's what I did.
Along with chatting we were able to hike, swim, shop, run, watch movies, eat good food (don't be surprised if the next time you see me, I have turned into a peanut butter m&m), hang out with friends who also happened to be there, take lots of walks, golf (not me of course), and enjoy the company of Treavor's parents. Owen couldn't get enough of "mama" and "papa" and the warm weather.

Six and Four

Six Years Ago Today:
Was the first time Treavor kissed me. We went to a basketball game. Separately. He was in the BYU section with family, I was in the Utah visitor section with friends. We went to his apartment to hang out after. We were friends. Really really good friends with secret crushes. He made me laugh harder than anyone I had known. He was in blue, I was in red. He kissed me! I said "you just kissed a Ute". He laughed. The rest is history.

Four Years Ago Today:
Was the day we were married. Treavor was handsome and calmed my nerves. I loved the temple and the luncheon, being with family. I loved that all four Grandparents were there, and the kisses my Grandpa Bell gave me from his wheelchair. I loved the tears and kind words given by siblings. I loved the reception, the amazing party my mom had planned for months. Everyone we loved was there. My feet hurt. I loved feeling beautiful. I loved dancing with my Dad. I loved marrying the man of my dreams. I love Treavor and I love that he loves me.

I love that I have a few of these around the house, reminding me of four fabulous years!

P.S. Don't be too impressed at our memory of dates. The rivalry game, is the only reason Treav remembered. We were planning a close to Spring wedding and I was shocked when he casually said "we could do March first, that's when we kissed". Then I realized it was because his precious cougs played (and won) that day:)