6 Months!

I can't believe Savannah is already 6 months old! I think this was the first time that I felt a little sad that she is growing up so fast. Before, I couldn't wait until her next milestone, but now, I realize that I'm really going to miss these days. I'm still excited to see her first tooth, to see her crawling and talking and eventually walking, but it's just weird that in another 6 months, we will be celebrating her birthday!

We had her 6 month check-up Monday and once again, I have a happy healthy baby!

I can't find the paper with all her stats on it, I know It's in the kitchen somewhere but I'm too tired and lazy to get up and go look for it, so I'll put her official numbers up in my next post.

I do remember that she is in the 75th percentile for height, 50th for head circumference, and 25th for weight. She is now 15lbs 5 oz, which really surprised me because thats only a pound in the last 2 months, and I swear she chunked up a whole lot more that one pound. I mean, have you seen her legs? Her rolls have rolls, on tops of more rolls! But she's tall and skinny. The doctor said that her weight was actually more like the 40th percentile according to her stats, but by the national average, she was in the 25th. Not sure what that means, but he said it was perfectly fine for her, considering I (used to be) was tall and skinny most my life (until I got pregnant haha!)

(She loves this bouncer! She was actually getting pretty tired so she wasn't jumping as much as normal, I'll have to get a better video soon)

But as far as developmentally, she is right on track as well. She just learned to sit up, and is so happy that she can. It took her a while to figure out her balance, but now she does fairly well. She just needs to learn that she can't look too far up, or grab for something out of her reach or she topples over.

She still loves food, and has figured out that anything that goes in mamas mouth, is probably food and she wants it Right. This. Minute. In fact, Bryant and I took her with us to a restaurant recently and I was holding her on my lap, eating some bread dipped in cheese, and she started to get mad that I wasn't giving her any, so she picked up a piece, shoved it in her mouth and chewed off a chunk and swallowed it faster than Bryant or I could fish it out of there!

She still sleeps through the night, mostly between 11:30pm and 9:30am. She has decided that she only likes to sleep on her stomach though, which really worried me and I was waking up every couple of hours to go flip her over. But I talked to the doctor about it and he said that I absolutely should NOT worry about her sleeping on her stomach. He said that if she's strong enough to roll over, she can roll back if she needs too and that SIDS is virtually not a problem from here on out. He also said that honestly, once a baby can roll over in the middle of the night, there is not much you can do about it (other than get up every 10 min to roll them back over, which, as I said, isn't a hazard any more.)

 

(She sleeps with her bum in the air. I love it!)

She gets noisier every day and has a different sound for everything. She spits when she wants attention, she yells short, loud "Ba!" sounds when she wants something from you, and high pitched squeals when she's playing. Her new favorite thing is to tease Bryant. She will sit next to him and get a big smile on her face, then slowly reaches her hands out and grabs his shirt, then he acts surprised and turns to her yelling "what are you doing?" or "Are you getting me?!" and she squeals and laughs! Then he goes back to "ignoring" her and she does it again! 

(This is Savannah with Bryant's parents. Ed is making silly noises and she's trying to copy him!)

She still gives kisses if you ask, but she's gotten picky about dishing them out. I'm happy to say that I get the majority of them! 

She's also gotten really attached to her stuffed cow. It's one of those stuffed animals with a blanket as the body, and she hangs onto that thing all day long. When she goes down for a nap, she snuggles with it, usually with it pressed against her cheek or covering her face (don't worry, I take it out of her crib entirely when she falls asleep). I have to wash it constantly because it gets chewed on so much! It just melted my heart when she got her shots the other day and she cried and cried until I handed her her cow and she buried her face in it and calmed right down!

 

(She sleeps with her eyes slightly open, just like her mama!)

My little girl is getting too big!

Crepes, Fairs, And My Birthday!

Sunday was my 24th birthday. We started the morning off right by being lazy and watching sesame street with Savy.

 

 

(I love these two pictures. They both looked at each other all serious like, and then when I was about to snap the next one, they both started laughing. Like it was some kind of inside joke! These two are like peas in a pod and Savannah, even at only (almost) 6 months enjoys teasing him. It's too adorable.)

Then Bryant took me out for breakfast. There is a fairly new place in Provo called the "Awful Waffle" that I have heard good things about and have wanted to try for a long time, but it seemed that every time we made plans to go, they would fall through last minute.

So Saturday, we headed down for breakfast (more like an early lunch) and the place was PACKED! There was a line that stretched the length of the parking lot and it took us a good 15 minutes to order. But it was definitely worth the wait. 

I got a crepe with bananas and nutella, and Bryant got one with strawberries and cream cheese icing. I think next time, I'm getting a crepe with bananas, strawberries, nutella and cream cheese icing combined. 

I was in heaven.

After breakfast, we headed up to the south town mall to look for a necklace I had seen there before  to get as a birthday present for myself, but they didn't have it, so we continued on our way up to Salt Lake.

My brother has been working at the Utah State Fair and had gotten us free tickets. We met up with my mom and sister there and had a great time! Savannah really liked the animals, but would scrunch up her nose every now and then and make a face like she was smelling something bad, which she was. Those cows are stinky!

 

My favorite thing was the homemade crafts. I was so impressed with all the things people have made! Especially the handmade lace. There were a few people doing demonstrations and it looks like such a time-intensive process! I would never have the hand-eye coordination, the skill or the patience to make lace.

 

After the fair, we went shopping for a few birthday presents, and, like every year for my birthday since I married Bryant, I picked out a new CD. I always try to find one that I like, but that I'd like to introduce to Bryant. Last year was a success with the She and Him albums, so this year I got Mumford and Sons, and Bryant and I have been listening to it non-stop all week!

That night we cuddled up and watched the BYU vs. Utah game. I'm not even going to say anything about that... Other than it was sad.

Sunday we got up and made it to church late because Savannah had had a diaper blowout, then decided to roll ALL over her crib. So needless to say, I spent my morning cleaning her, her crib, and throwing her sheets and jammies in the wash and giving her a bath (after I had given her one the night before.) What a stinker!

Church was great, and I met two other moms there who invited Savannah and I over for a play date (which we went to today. Major success!). I have been dying to make some new friends, and they seemed really great!

That afternoon Bryant and I went out for a motorcycle ride, and came home to my mom having the kitchen all decorated! My grandparents, aunt and her husband and kids came over for dinner and cake and ice cream. It was a great way to celebrate my birthday!

 

(Yes, those are cake-pops on my cake! So Yummy!!!)

Not How I Planned

Everyone always tells you that however you plan your life to be, it will never follow that exact plan.

All growing up, I went through several life plans. I remember that the first time anyone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up was at kindergarten graduation. We had to draw pictures and then give them to our parents. I drew a picture of a police officer, because that was what my grandpa was. 

As I went through grade school, I was going to be an artist, like my dad.

In Jr. High, I wanted to be a forensic investigator, until 9th grade, when they take you into the counselors office and say "from here on out, what classes you choose to take will affect your career in the future". I had to really plan on what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I decided to go into history, because it was the field that interested me the most. 

High school was spent deciding what I wanted to do with history. At times, I wanted to be an archaeologist, others, a museum director or curator. Then I wanted to work for art museums restoring paintings and artifacts. Then I wanted to be an anthropologist. Besides a brief flirtation with the idea of becoming an oceanographer, I knew that anything involving history was what I wanted in life. 

My senior year, I got serious. A history teacher. Yes, I wanted to teach and educate young minds and open their eyes to what the world was like. 

My first year of college, I mapped out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, not just my higher education. I had it all figured out. My life plan went something like this:

1. Move out at 18, live with roommates.

2. Go to school, date lots of guys, but none too seriously. Focus on school as first priority

3. Go on a study abroad to Sweden

4. Graduate college with a degree in History Education by 22 at the latest.

5. Get a job teaching at a high school, possibly working summers as an archeological cataloger

6. Make enough money that I can move into my own apartment.

7. Travel a LOT! Visit everywhere I have dreamed of before I "settle down"

8. Find a nice boy, fall in love, get married by 24

9. Wait 3 years to have kids (I want some uninterrupted fun with my husband for a few years)

10. Have kids at 27-28, but be a "working mom" Having a career is important...

I was so sure that my life was going to pan out like this. School and a career were going to be my main focus in life and a husband and kids were just icing on the cake. But, just like all those people said, my life panned out nothing like I had thought. It went more like this:

1. Graduate High school, travel to Italy and France

2. Get pneumonia, be hospitalized during first semester of school's finals week, which caused me to fail all my classes, set me back a semester. 

3. Continue to live with parents the rest of that first year while I recover from pneumonia.

4. Finally move out! 

5. Met a nice boy, fell in love.

6. Get engaged at 21

7. Get married to the man of my dreams

8. Take the next semester off of school.

9. Go back to school, get told my math has "expired" and I have to re-take it. ALL of it.

10. Decide that even though we cant afford it, even though we were still in school, even though we were living in my parents basement apartment, we had our daughter anxiously waiting to join our family, and decide to get pregnant.

11. Being heavily pregnant, I decide to go to school part time, online.

12. Just shy of our 2 year anniversary, we bring Savannah into the world, and couldn't be happier.

13. Officially decide to change my major to Political Science

14. Celebrate my 24th birthday. Still in school, married, a mother, majoring in political science, and realizing that 24 was when I was going to start my life. 

What was I thinking?

My priorities have completely shifted. My education is still a priority. But loving my husband and being a good mother are now the most important aspects of my life. I no longer want to be a "working mom" a "career woman." History is still a passion of mine, and I will work to help support my family if needs be, like right now, but I hope someday to get to the point where I can be a stay-at-home mom. Be there to teach, care for and nurture my children.

So what if I'm 24 and havent graduated college yet? So what if I married young, had Savannah young? So what if I didn't get a chance to live on my own, travel as much as I wanted, am working at a bookstore instead of a school?

So what? I'm happy with my life and how it panned out.

So far, it's the best life I could have ever imagined.

The Road Less Traveled

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

and sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

Looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh 

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that had made all the difference

         --Robert Frost

     I'm not sure why, but I woke up this morning with this poem on my mind. I used to have it taped to my closet door and would read it often, back when I was planning on being this exotic world traveler (well, I still plan on that actually). Whenever I think of this poem, I imagine Robert Frost in the quaking tree forrests up by my grandparents cabin, the leaves turning yellow, and him standing there with a book and a pen in hand. I picture him getting that tingly, warm adrenalin feeling that starts in your lower back and rises up through your head and down your chest and into your hands that comes with that excitement when you know something exciting is about to happen.

  I'm feeling a bit adventurous today. I can't explain it. I just woke up and thought "Today is going to be exciting! There's an adventure going to happen!" Maybe I've just got that traveling bug again...

     Now if you'll excuse me, my two biggest adventures are still asleep (sleeping in on a Saturday? Who does that?!) and I need to go wake them up, I've decided we are going out to breakfast to start our day off right!

Whats your adventure going to be today?

Happy Saturday everyone!

As big as a penguin

So last weekend we went to the zoo, so this weekend we went to the aquarium!

We woke up late after Savannah went to bed at 1:30am (3 hours after she normally does) and then had gotten up at 6:00 (3 hours before she normally does) and then crashed at 8:30, and then Bryant and I quickly followed suit. The 3 of us didn't get back up until 10:30! Since neither of us worked, and we missed the majority of church, Bryant then decided that he would take us somewhere as a surprise.

Just so everyone knows, he's terrible at giving clues.

In fact, here is a list of the ones he gave me:

1. You've wanted to go for a long time

2. It's blue

3. It has lots of glass

4. There is water

5. They may possibly have food there

6. You will like it.

My first guess was Ikea. My second was the aquarium.

So off we went to the aquarium!

 Bryant teaching his daughter about fish!

(Bryant is so smart when it comes to any animals. It's crazy how much he knows!)

It took me a long time to get a photo of this guy. He would hide every time I was about to press the button.

 

Of course Bryant had to pet a stingray (sorry, I'm not sure why all these photos turned out grainy)

The penguins were pretty awesome. We got there just before it was time to be fed. This is a bad photo, but you can kind of see the lady hand feeding all the penguins. I learned that these are the 3rd largest penguin species and that the largest one the aquarium has is 16lbs, which is what I estimate Savy to weigh at the moment (we will have an official weigh-in in a couple weeks) which means that Savy is as big as the 3rd largest penguin haha!



And a video for you all!

Probably my favorite thing at the aquarium was the octopus. I learned that because she has no bones, she could fit through a hole the size of a silver dollar! She was also extremely smart. One of the employees there was telling us that they like to put her food in a Mr. Potato head because she can take it apart, and one time, they put her food into an Easter egg, put that egg into a bigger egg, and that one into an even bigger one. At the end of the day, they noticed that the egg was still in tact, so they took it out of her tank, opened it up, and found that she had opened all three eggs, ate her food, placed a rock in there, then put them all back together! That's one smart octopus!

 

Eventually, Savy crashed. Check out her outfit, it's got seahorses and starfish on it and I dressed her in that before I even knew we were going to the aquarium! Go me!

I also surprisingly really liked the jellyfish. I've always had a slight fear of jellyfish, but these ones were really beautiful. Did you know they don't have brains? They are basically just a giant nervous system! (I learned that on animal planet, thank you very much!)

So I would say it was another successful weekend!

I remember

I've been debating all day if I wanted to write something about Septermber 11, 2001.

I almost didn't want to because I am not quite sure how I would be able to express my feelings about that day in a way that everyone who reads this little blog would understand them completely. But as I sit here, Savannah asleep and curled up next to her daddy, who is quietly chuckling at a movie, I realize that I am so lucky and so grateful for my life, and I would be doing those who lost theirs that awful and terrifying day a disservice if I didn't say anything.

10 years ago today, I had woken up to get ready for school. The previous Christmas, my parents had gotten us kids each a stereo that played the radio, tapes and CD's and, even at 13 (a week shy of 14) years old, I liked to listen to talk radio, like my dad did. I turned it on as I got dressed and I remember hearing that planes had been hijacked. I also remember my exact thoughts were "Hijacked planes? That would only happen in some 3rd world country..." and I turned off the radio and off to school I went. It wasn't until I showed up to my first period drama class that the TV in the classroom was on and I saw both towers on fire. Students were talking with each other and our teacher did nothing to quiet us down. 

I realized that I had forgotten to have my dad sign a paper for my class and I figured it was a good excuse to call him. When he answered the phone, I asked him if he saw the news. He said he had, and asked if we were watching it in class.

After first period, the principle came on the PA system and said that "Something has happened in New York", and that our teachers were not allowed to turn on the TVs or have any radios on the rest of the day, where it may be too traumatic for us young students. Of course, every teacher I had that day wasn't about to be kept in the dark that day about what was happening, and classroom TVs played the news coverage and we watched the towers fall in 2nd, then 3rd and again in 4th period. It was awful. It was terrifying. I was almost 14 and the term "terrorist attack" had never crossed my lips before. I was confused as to who would do this and why anyone would want to harm thousands of people. 

For months afterwords the stories of the phone calls from those on the airplanes to their families were heart breaking. The country was grieving together and I felt so small. I wanted to help in some way and my mom and dad came up with the idea of me selling t-shirts. I remember that people were buying American flags left and right and they were becoming rare and hard to find, so my parents came up with the artwork for a flag design to silk screen onto t-shirts. For days I stood outside my parents shop, selling these t-shirts and I donated all the money to the red cross. Receiving a thank-you note from them was one of my proudest moments. 

I know that my little contribution doesn't mean much when you watch the stories of the firefighters who hiked floor after floor of the towers to help save lives. Many of them never making it back out. My grandpa was a volunteer firefighter, my great grandpa was a fire chief and my other grandpa was a police chief. I've heard their stories and I know how dangerous their jobs were. 

I'm so proud of those who went into the towers to save lives. My heart goes out to those families who lost someone. I'm grateful for those who protect our country, past, present, and in the future. 

It's been ten years, and in another ten years, my daughter will be sitting in class, learning about that day. She will be part of a generation that will just see 9/11 as another day in history, A tragedy that happened long ago, while my generation will see that day as an actual day in our lives. A day that changed everything. I just hope that I raise her to be grateful and respectful for those who fight for our freedom.

I'll never forget September 11th, 2001.

Happiness is a choice

It's so weird how the universe gives you little hints and nudges, just when you need them most.

Last night I was being a HUGE complainer. I was studying for a political science test and I was getting upset with the fact that I had to change my major from history to political science. I changed my major, mostly because I am tired of going to school, and if I continued with history, I still had at the very least, another year and a half to two years, if I went full time, year round (summers included) and if I changed it, I roughly only have 9 classes left. 

I felt sad that I wasn't studying history. I was angry at UVU for giving me the run-around all these years. I was starting to feel depressed and I just kept thinking "If I were just done with school, I would be happy with my life."

Then, in my bad mood, I was trying to do laundry and Bryant had to squeeze by me to get to the bathroom, and I started lamenting about how small our apartment is, how I was still living in my parents home, and how I felt like we were never going to live anywhere bigger than an apartment. "If I could just live in a house, or even a condo or townhouse" I thought, "I would be happy with my life".

Then Bryant and I were discussing the loan we had to get to help pay for school, and somehow it turned into a discussion about my job, and I began complaining about how little I make. "If I just had a career, I would be happy with my life..."

Later on, I was playing with Savy and I was day-dreaming about her having a younger brother or sister. I've always said I wanted to wait at least 2-3 years to have another baby, but at that moment, I wanted another one on the way right now, but I knew, logically, we couldn't financially handle another baby right now. Once again, I thought "If I could provide for more children, I would pop them all out right now, and then, then I would be happy with my life."

And as  Bryant and I were going over our schedules for today, I realized that I would be home alone from 9am until 11pm, and lately, I haven't had many friends want to hang out or go to lunch. I've been feeling very, very lonely around here. Bryant has told me over and over again that there is a difference between "alone" and "lonely". "Just go out and do something by yourself, for yourself" he'd tell me. "Go for a walk, go for a drive, go get lunch with Savy, go for a hike" But I just kept thinking "If I just had some decent, dependable friends. I would be happy with my life"

I got very down on myself late last night. I couldn't sleep and I was grumpy and exhausted. Bryant could tell, and he asked me what he could do to make me happy. I said "Just get me a diploma, a house, a career, more children, and a friend all by tomorrow and my life would be better!" 

Needless to say, I was being a stinker.

He just gently said "is there nothing in your life right now that makes you happy?" He reminded me that happiness is a choice. He reminded me that he used to live in Brazil, where families are packed into one bedroom apartments, stacked on top of each other, and yet they were some of the happiest people he had ever known.

At the time, I thought he was just trying to make me feel bad, make me realize how ungrateful I was being. but this morning as I got out of bed and grabbed a very confused baby girl out of her crib (she had rolled from back to tummy and it scared her, plus, she's not used to waking up in her own room, alone) and she gave me a sleepy smile and touched my face as if to say "good morning mommy, I love you" I realized that he was trying to tell me that my happiness shouldn't depend on the things I have, but rather, my choice to be grateful for the people I have in my life. 

As Savannah took her first nap, I was catching up on my blog reading and Rachael, a friend of mine, wrote this post over at talk2thetrees. It was exactly what I needed to hear. I sat and contemplated what she had written, and I couldn't help but remember a scene from one of my favorite books (and movies) Fight Club when Edward Norton's characters apartment blows up, and he's having a drink with Tyler Durden and he says something like "It's just, when you buy furniture you tell yourself thats it, thats the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, at least I've got that sofa problem fixed, and I can be happy. I had it all, I had a stereo that was very decent, I had a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete."

And Tyler simply says "The things you own, end up owning you."

And then I was going through my pins on Pinterest, and I saw one I had pinned a week or so ago, and I re-watched it. It made me realize again that "Alone" doesnt have to mean "Lonely".

Now in retrospect, I am one of the most blessed people. I have a husband who works hard, who takes care of me, who loves me uncondtionally. I have a daughter who is beautiful, healthy and smart. I have a roof over my head, I have food in my pantry, I have clothes on my back, I have an education. So what if I don't have what I want?  I have everything I need. 

 

And I am grateful, and I am happy.

In Which Savannah Goes to the Zoo!

Labor day is a joke. 

I'll start off with that.

Every year, Bryant and I have to work. And this year was no exception.

In fact, Bryant took an extra shift so literally, the only time I saw him was as I drove him to work, when I picked him up, and he dropped me off at my work, and then when he came to pick me up when I got off. We knew labor day would be busy for us, when the rest of the working world (ok, not the rest of the working world, just the government working world...) would be vacationing and having BBQs and such. 

So Sunday morning, we woke up and as we were sitting on the couch eating pizza for breakfast (cause we are cool enough to not have a table, plus, who doesn't eat pizza for breakfast? Sheesh!) I turned to Bryant and said "Lets take Savannah to the zoo today!" So it was in the car we went!

 

  

 (Measuring up!)

We had so much fun! It was a LOT hotter out than I thought it would be and poor Savy was sweating in her stroller, so we carried her a lot, which made for a hot, sweaty momma. But she never once got fussy or bored! She wasn't as interested in the animals as I thought she would be, she was more interested in all the other kids running around, and Bryant's green apple ice cream, which she basically smashed her face into because she was couldn't wait another second to taste it!

 

 

 (Poor elephants! And I thought 9 months and a 7.5lb baby was a lot!)

However, she DID like all of the monkeys, I think because they were jumping all over the place (sort of like her! ) and for some reason, she really liked these animals (can't remember what they are called ) that looked like mini kangaroos. They didn't even move, but she was fascinated by them!

 

 

 

After the zoo, we decided to head to the Gateway and do a bit of window shopping, and then on the way home we picked up some cheesecake to take home for dinner (you know, cause if you have pizza for breakfast, you need cheesecake for dinner... right?)

We were exhausted by the time we got home. The sun and all the walking (and un-healthy food, I'm sure) had really gotten to us and we were wiped out, but blissfully happy! As we were walking back to the car, Bryant was holding Savy and she sleepily look up at him, grabbed his cheeks and just started laughing like he was the funniest thing she had ever seen! I can't even begin to describe how hilariously cute this was! She was "sun drunk" as Bryant called it.

I think I really like being "Sun drunk"...

The epic spitter

So I decided to post a video of Savy, mostly for my in-laws to see (and anyone else who cares to watch.) It's of Savannah making her favorite sound. She does this all day long, and that's not an exaggeration...

Oh, and please ignore my double chin.

And the fact that Savannah looks like a boy...

(She's wearing a shirt my mom made for my brother when he was a baby, because my sister tried to feed her a chocolate moose bar and it got all over her pink shirt)

A question for you experienced moms out there!

Ok all you experienced moms out there! I have a question: Savannah has been on rice cereal for about a month and has done just fine with it. A few weeks ago, I gave her some bananas (beechnut brand) and her face broke out in red blotches, mostly under her eyes. I tried again the next day with the same brand, and the same thing happened. A few days later, I mashed up my own fresh banana in a food processor, mixed it with formula, and she did just fine. No blotches. I decided to lay off the fruit for a while, then tonight, decided to 
 her poor face broke out in blotches again! As soon as I stopped feeding her, it almost instantly went away. I called the nurse, and she said it may be a food allergy, but I don't think it is, seeing as it was two different types a fruit, and Savy did fine with a fresh banana, AND the blotches were only on her face, specifically around her eyes, and no where else on her body and didn't seem to be affecting her breathing or swallowing in any way, and she seemed perfectly fine in every way (besides being mad that I stopped feeding her yummy peaches.) Any one else ever have this problem and possibly know what it may be?

Happy Birthday Bryant!

Tuesday was Bryant's 26th birthday!

We tried to celebrate all weekend long, since school started Monday and he's a busy kid going to school full time and working full time. Saturday, his Sister Chantel came to visit from Idaho (where she's going to school). It was so fun having her here (and not to mention, a HUGE help! I got a lot of stuff done with her here to watch Savy.) Sunday, we went to church, came home and had homemade lasagna (which, I made. Go me!) and chocolate and peanut butter ice cream cake, which Bryant requested weeks ago. That evening we went for a walk and watched a lightning storm that was hovering over Provo, and made it home in time to play some games while it hovered over our house.

Monday was hectic, and we didn't get to do much. I spent the day standing in lines at the DMV and UVU and running to BYU and a couple of banks and stores... you name it, I was there. And Bryant was at school, then work, then school again. 

That evening, we spent our time indoors watching movies and hanging out.

Tuesday, Bryant had an hour and a half break so Bryant, Chantel, and Bryant's Brother Tyler and I all met at Tucanos for lunch. I love Tucanos, but I always come out overly stuffed! After Bryant went back to school, Chantel, Savannah and I went to the mall to go birthday shopping for Bryant (and maybe a quick stop at the Disney store for Savannah...) And that evening, my mom had bought ice cream, made brownies,and I decorated her kitchen. After brownies and ice cream, we played games, opened presents, and watched more movies together.

I think Bryant really enjoyed his birthday. I always wish I could do something really fun and outgoing for his birthday, but unfortunately, it falls on the wrong day and it's always during the first few days of school. Maybe next year we will have to plan something huge and do it a couple of weeks early.

I love Bryant more than anything. He's the best husband a girl could ask for, and an amazing dad. Savannah and I are so lucky to have him in our lives!

(I had the entire weekend and I didn't take ONE picture of Bryant! Geeze, I feel like a terrible wife haha! So instead, you get this picture from our thanksgiving trip to Mt. Shasta when we were dating. I think he was about 23 in this pic.)