So, Carter has been babbling for awhile, but my favorite is sort of this high pitched squeal he does. You can’t even get the full affect of the “high pitchness” from this video, but you’ll get the idea.

We are still eager to see him roll from back to front. We tried to simulate it several times today by “helping” him, but as he is trying to get over a cold, he wasn’t quite in the mood for our antics and just wanted to be held.

So, it has been a good 3 and a half months since my last blog…but every girl deserves a little maternity leave, right?
My little guy will be 4 months old on Christmas Day, on which day I will probably sacrilegiously put a little Santa hat my sister gave me on his head and take a million pictures. I can’t help myself. He is so cute and getting cuter by the day me thinks. Today he sat in his swing and talked (and sort of yelled) to himself for about an hour straight.

In the meantime, though, he had the chance to play a part in what is the actual Christmas story. Our friends Dave and Keri have a Christmas festival of sorts at their church every year. Normally Dave gets mistaken for Jesus on a semi-monthly basis, but I thought he and his wife made a great Joseph and Mary that night when they borrowed C for their little station as kids came around and interacted with them. Fun, huh?
Merry Christmas everybody!

They really don’t. The sun always rises and sets. Or the burnt taste my Starbucks coffee always has. Scripture never changes – that’s a good one. And the fact that I always want to spend much more on cosmetics and shampoo than I can actually really afford – sigh…

Take this stationary bike for instance. This ugly old stationary bike that has been sitting outside my apartment for the whole of the 5 years we have been living here. Doesn’t it kind of depress you to look at it? Is it mine? No. Is it actually ever used? No. Our neighbor just can’t seem to bring himself to get rid of it apparently. I’ve tried to think of ways to bring up the subject tactfully but how do you say, “Hey Jeronimo, how bout we toss this nasty eyesore I have to greet every morning?” The right words just don’t come to mind. Is it earth shattering that it continues to sit there?…no…

So I guess, there are just some things you can pretty much always count on. 

Some things do change, however, like my growing tummy or as my husband S likes to call it, The Baby Hut. I am now in my 31st week of pregnancy. I am not totally uncomfortable yet, but there are days I wish I hadn’t eaten so much in one sitting. The baby is moving a ton now, especially when I am trying to sleep. It is the oddest sensation sometimes, I’ll be honest.

Ah yes, it is May 2nd and spring has finally decided to grace us with its presence here in Salt Lake, although I am not about to throw a parade because the day started out at 32 degrees and will probably barely get into the 50′s today – not record breaking weather by any stretch of the imagination. According to my husband’s bitter diatribe this morning, we probably won’t have much of a spring this season, heading from freezing cold to really hot weather. I don’t care though – I am ready to say good-bye to the cold, cold, cold winter we had. Goodbye freezing hands and feet, goodbye winter coat that really didn’t cut the mustard this February, so long frozen nose hairs!!

These pics are taken from my garden and front yard…oh wait, not really. But they are pics from around my neighborhood. They make me happy I must say and although spring is not my absolute favorite season of the year, it certainly ranks up there. Speaking of things blooming, I’m in my 23rd week of pregnancy. Like my self portrait? I realized it’s a little hard to take a shot of your own stomach…