Ode to Little Blackie

Well, it's come to an end. We sold my '97 Civic last Saturday to CarMax. I got that sweet car when I turned 16...my parents surprised me with it when I came home from work one day. When I got into the driver's seat, I looked down and realized it wasn't an automatic- it was a 5-speed manual, which I had NO IDEA how to drive. A little peeved that my dad would get me a car I couldn't drive, we quickly set-out to learn. It was a blast. I loved that car, and it saw me all the way through high school, college, getting married and up to having our first kid! It had been broken into at least five times, the stereo stolen three times. The sunroof quit working right around the third year I had it, and it made a high-pitched whistling sound when you drove it above 50 mph. It's been in a handful of fender-benders. The most memorable being when I backed into the high school mean girl. I thought I was in for a good pounding for sure...but she just said "f*@$ that" and drove off. What a great car. I never had a problem with it breaking down, or not starting. I'm gonna miss it!

UGH, the MALL...

So today I took Miles to Fashion Place Mall and met my mom. Our mission was to find a pair of shoes to match my bridesmaid's skirt for Brad and Katy's wedding. It wasn't long before I remembered why I haven't been to "the mall" since, mmm, probably last Christmas season. I wasn't there ten minutes before I had this nagging urge to go home and take a nap. Miles wasn't liking it either. Maybe it was the hip-hop music blasting throughout the main halls, or the mixture of too much cologne and perfume permeating throughout the department stores...Then there was that "Dead Sea Salt" booth. Don't even get me started on that one! Anyway, Miles cried just about the entire time. And the only pair of shoes I liked turned out to cost over $100. BUMMER. Empty-handed and famished, we grabbed a quick bite at Pretzel Maker and I loaded up my tired, crying baby and drove home. Maybe I'll just wear my flip-flops to the wedding!

Fun Times with Miles

So, a lot has gone on these past few months! I have so many pictures and I don't know where to start, so I'm sort of playing catch-up. My goal is to be better at this blog thing!


We went boating at Echo with the family before Mike went on his mission...Miles was a champ in the boat! He didn't like the wind in his ears, so he wore his beanie. Everyone mostly air-chaired because the water wasn't real great for skiing, but we had a blast.

Neil ripping it up



Les and Stobbe





Miles' first cook-out up Farmington Canyon. It was cold, but we had him bundled like you wouldn't believe!





Our little Aggie.




Hanging out with Aunt Paige at Snowbird before we went on the tram...

Silver Lake.

We spent last Sunday evening walking around Silver Lake by Brighton Ski Resort just before dinner. It was Miles' first trip to "The Outdoors." I'm pretty sure he liked it. At least that's what he told me.

-Neil

Summertime Pics.

Seeing as Miles is so new, we haven't had much of a summer. Here's some pics that I've taken during our summer vaca!

-Neil

Lovin' little Miles

Well in my last post I wrote about how darn tired I'd been. I'd had quite the rough time getting used to my new night time schedule with Miles. But the good news is things are now much better, and now I don't feel like crazed zombie I was a just few weeks ago.

Miles still gets up in the night to eat (he's only six weeks old) but I think my body's finally adjusted to things, and we are just loving the little guy. I can't believe how much he's grown and it's so much fun watching him learn things, like how to suck on his fingers, or lift and turn his head from side to side when he's on his stomach. I love that he recognizes my voice (and Neil's). He's so stinking cute! Being a mom is hard work, but definitely worth it. I hope I'm doing things right. Who knows?! I promise I'll post some more pics soon! I've got tons, but can't seem to find the darn cord to download them to the computer... ADIOS.

TIRED.

Noboby really told me just how tiring it is taking care of a newborn! Don't get me wrong- I knew I'd be getting up a time or two in the night to feed him, but really I wasn't expecting it to take a toll on me like it has. I literally feel like a walking zombie during the day, and have a hard time just talking on the phone! I think he's finally on a schedule to where he knows that the night is sleep time, so things have been getting a bit better. It's a good thing he's so darn cute! So, to all of you who have tried to have a decent conversation with me the past month, PLEASE accept my apology and if I said something totally weird, or started to drool, just set it aside and know that I AM TIRED!!!