4th of July Weekend in Lava Hot Springs

We spent last weekend in Lava Hot Springs with Adam's family. It was a blast. We learned that Lava is a bit trashy, but still mega fun. We started the night off with dinner and bingo. Adam won a couple times. It was so exciting!

Sunday was swim day. We spent the morning at the swimming complex. All who were allowed (so, not me and the little kids) went down the water slides. Adam and Taylor played on the diving boards and platforms. Even Lyv snuck onto the diving board twice. She's a brave one. After running the kids ragged at the pool, we went back to the hotel where the tired ones slept and the rest of us got ready for tubing fun. I wasn't so sure I was going to tube...you know, since I'm super pregnant...but I decided to, and it was awesome. We rented a four-man tube. The first go around, I was instructed to sit in the middle. We thought this was wise and the safest route. False. It was horrible. So Mary Jo and I took turns sitting it out and taking pictures. The tube really was only meant for four and it was a lot more fun that way. On our last run, we hit a rapid at a crappy angle and I unintentially aspirated a lot of water. No good. No good at all.

That night, everyone hit up the mineral pools. I hung out on the deck to avoid roasting Baby Kay. It was such a fun trip full of staying up late with the brothers, joking around with the parents, and playing with the little kids.

Sick

I'm sick. Nothing major. Just sick. I'm pretty sure I just have a head cold and a hint of bronchitis from my recent near drowning (more on that later). Even though my symptoms aren't bad; overall, I feel like shish. But the bad word. Yesterday I called in sick and slept all day long. I got nothing done and felt like a lump but I didn't care.

My nice husband came home from a full day of work and his daily exercise (in this case an hour of lap swimming) and took care of his lump. He got dinner. He cleaned the kitchen (not just dishes and stuff...mega cleaned kitchen). I slept. He got me a bunch of juice and a popsicle. He let me whine all night. He was sweet and concerned when I woke up several times thoughout the night (sometimes for pregnancy related bathroom breaks, sometimes because I wasn't breathing so well). He tried to talk me in to not going to work today because I didn't sleep so well (giant belly + hurty hips + stuffy nose + congested lungs + summer time temperatures = crappy sleeping for Jen). He told me not to make him lunch this morning...he conveniently didn't need one today. He is nice to me. Even when I'm so gross. Which I am currently. On so many levels.

I don't like being sick. And all the regular coughing has made my belly hurt in new ways. But I am so lucky to have a nice husband who takes care of his sick lady and lies to me and tells me I'm still pretty even though I feel like death.

Two Years

Eight years ago, I met Adam. He had a nice tan and strong calves. He was funny. He was real cute. He seemed too cool for me.

Almost seven years ago, we went on our first date. It was really fun. His roommate thought I was engaged to another guy and really disapproved of the date. We were pretty inseperable from that point on.

Six years ago, Adam finally got to see my true colors...and they didn't scare him away. Since then he's seen me at my best and at my very worst. And he's been there for me through it all.

Three years ago, Adam asked me to marry him. Easiest decision ever. I had pretty much fallen completely in love and committed myself to him and only him years before. He's the only person I have ever met in my entire life who I can never get enough of and who never gets on my nerves. I had to keep him around forever.

Two years ago, I knelt accross from the most amazing guy ever and promised myself to him forever. I accidentally interrupted the sweet, old man called Jay. He teased me for being too excited. Maybe I was. He advised acts of love and kindness. He said "love and kindness" a lot. We do too. Our wedding day was spectacular. It was really hard to not have some really important people there and I really appreciate the sacrifice and understanding of my new family. It was cloudy all day. My hair sucked...all day. But it was a great day. One girl cried because the weather was ruining her wedding. It made me happy. I know...I'm rude. But it made me happy because I knew I was marrying Adam, something I'd been wanting to do for a long time. I was blissfully happy. Nothing, especially not a little rain, could ruin that day for me. I was finally married to my fella for time and all eternity.

People said that marriage is a huge adjustment...that getting used to living with another person is really difficult. Being married to Adam and living with him has been so easy and wonderful. I guess we just knew each other so well that there wasn't much else to find out. In our two years of marriage we moved into our house, bought a new car, sold a truck, got a bachelors degree (just me...he already had one), and got pregnant. There will be a lot more changes in the future and we're really excited for all the adventures our lives have in store for us.

We went to Logan to celebrate. That's where our history is. We visited our old haunts and had Aggie ice cream. I'm glad we got to spend time with my best friend.

I am so grateful to have married someone as great as Adam. He has made me a better person. He makes me want to achieve so much. He is so nice to everyone. He is hilarious and not above a little light-hearted mockery. He loves me and would do anything for me. He is a genius...he really knows everything. He is strong and athletic. Adam is as close to perfect as a person could be and somehow he chose me. Thanks for marrying me Adam. I hope I make you has happy as you make me! I love you, champ.

Baby Stuff?

I need some input. I'm new. And Adam and I are kind of simple when it comes to "stuff"...we don't usually feel the need for a lot of it. So tell me, what do we need? What don't we need? Is there stuff you loved and couldn't have lived without? Did some stuff seem important and then you never used it? I'm especially unsure of changing tables, bottle and wipe warmers, and diaper specific receptacles. I've heard people say I need a bumbo chair. Do you agree? What about a boppy or other nursing pillow (those two things were clearly named for babies, right?)? In short, tell me what you loved and why...and maybe what you think I don't need. Thanks!

Called to Serve

Jacob and the other missionaries in his district sang Called to Serve with a man playing the organ like a merry-go-round. I tried to post the audio file but couldn't. If you want to hear it, email me at jefanga@hotmail.com and I'll forward it to you.