7 months

I can’t believe Greta is 7 months old.  I can’t believe she is ONLY 7 months old (sometimes–especially right now).  We took a trip to Rexburg this past weekend to see my not-so-little nephew, Kole, be blessed.  On the way,

It felt like time rewinded itself last night.  If I didn’t get Chris John Mayer concert tickets for Father’s Day, I would have almost believed that we were still dating.  Almost.  All day I worried about leaving Greta.  At the


Letting go.

It’s lunchtime.  I always feed Greta 4 oz of baby food for lunch.  2 oz of fruit and 2 oz of vegetables.  Once that is out of the way, the fun begins.  I toast some bread and break it up

I never thought a house could break your heart.  A couple houses have.  I was picking out a very contemporary wallpaper for the kitchen in Spanish Fork and drinking ice water while watching Chris cook in the professional kitchen that


My "Week Off"

I am not sure what I envisioned for my week off of house hunting.  I suppose I imagined Greta and I– poolside–with a tall, frosty glass of lemonade and, of course, a sippy cup for the little cub.  Maybe nice

Chris just left for work.  It’s Monday again.  Last night, Brandon and Stephanie came over for dinner and I was explaining that I feel like I have deja vu often.  I set my cell phone on the counter to clean


Vote for Us!!

Entry #33 by Julia in Pleasant Grove, UTWe were buying our couch and ottoman, literally checking out–we looked over and saw this dining set. It seats 6, but is also expandable…we were only two at the time, my husband and