Annie is seriously so cool.

Did you know:
She HATES to have her hair combed or touched
but she LOVES to have her face wiped or washed?
Isn't that funny?

Two month check up = Tired hungry girl who barely cried at all.
What a baby. Hope all our babies are this happy. More please.

35% in weight.

Just Annie and I walked down to the 3rd parade in our neighborhood in two weeks.

So I SO have the best idea for our float next year. DON'T think you're getting out of it fellow alumni!

I love me some Annie:

Annie smiles on cue. She loves to be admired and delivers huge grins in return.

Q was so mad. I made him pose for a family photo after church.
For some odd reason he gets all embarrassed doing this kind of thing.
Like anyone cares! Plus, we all matched so a photo was called for.
[BTW: Q gets embarrassed over matching too.]

...Did you notice that I squeezed into a Betty Page dress?!

I think Annie's hair has a bit of a curl.

I was running and jumping to get Annie to giggle. She's making laughing grunts but no full giggle yet. We are so close!!! In the mean time, I'm getting some exercise looking like a complete idiot. Oh well. At least Annie (and I'm pretty sure Q) was amused.

She's so cute. I can't handle it.

A few more pant options. Annie was quite pleased with these options but I think it's just because I did a crazy happy dance every time I could successfully zip up another candidate.
...When I say successfully, I mean SQUEEZE SQUEEZE SQUEEZE and then ignore the muffin top splurging over. NOT that you care about this, but I DO! Do you know how difficult it is coming up with semi-decent outfits for work everyday? I teach middle school people. If you look like a dork, you get crucified!

I bought this cute number on zulily. It can be a dress or snap into a snazzy pant suit.
Annie is starting to hold her head up pretty good
so I figured it was time she too enjoyed the bliss that is my luxury rocker.

Lake Girl

I took Annie to Lake Powell last weekend and she loved it. We went on a couple boat rides
and watched Mormon conference on satellite. I even got all my grading done... finally.



I climbed the sand hill only to discover just how many extra pounds and ounces I seem to be storing under my epidermis. I swear my body thinks I'm going to need it all for a coming famine or something. It's like asking a well working chipmunk to give up his stash of acorns just before winter. Annie was waiting with a dinner order when I finally made it back down.


I kept Annie in her pram on the boat and it worked wonders for shade. She loves kicking the cover when the boat is going. She also loves trying to fit both of her fists into her mouth at once. I think she truly believes that any time now she will successful complete the task.





It was shaded enough at dusk in Antelope Canyon to take Annie out for her first real look at the lake. Naturally, she loved it. I think she is planning her skiing debut for next summer.


In the nick -and I mean not a moment too soon- we got the boat loaded before a huge storm rolled in. Did I say "we"....? I mean Mom and Meg. I hung out with Annie on the dock.

Last Night:

Annie thought she'd sport her Brazil-wear for Q.

I picked this up while we were in Brazil over Christmas.
Some friends of Quinn's sent Annie the Brazil booties all the way from
the outer-most-outers in his Porto Alegre mission area.

Bunny feet. Love it.

You LIED!

Those of you who told me nursing was a weight loss catalyst... you lied. If anything it's only adding about 30 pounds in water weight. I swear I could feed the Goslin sextuplets if I had too and YES, I am aware they are in grade school now.

Enough.
I'm actually going to have to diet.
I only tell you this because if I don't, I will eat the entire pot of Zuppa Toscana in my fridge.

Maybe this small form of accountability will help.
Mom says this is what happens when you let your 20's pass you by before you bite the bullet and have kids.

I say, whatever the reason, I'm here in this agonizing place we call size "no-zipper" land and if I don't escape soon I may actually die from it.

Meghan Fox, your despicable picture is going on my fridge tonight.
Ug.
Let the battle of the bulge ensue.