For I First Time I Feel . . .

Tim and I went to see "Wicked" last night and it was AMAZING! Tim bought me tickets for Chirstmas and it's seemed like a lifetime before it was time to go. We saw "Wicked" at The Capitol Theater in Salt Lake City. Tickets sold out in record time. There are rumors that the show will be coming back in October for another booking because of the overwhelming response. Here's hoping that I can save up enough money to go again if I can even get tickets.

I have listened to the soundtrack over and over. I was a little worried that I wouldn't like the singing as much after listening to the original Broadway cast. Because really, who can sing Glinda and Elphaba like Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel. Well, I loved the Elphaba in this production. She was amazing. She carried the whole show. Glinda was good, but I think that is because her character is so over the top and so well written. Not to discredit this actress' talent, because she was very talented, Elphaba just stole the show.

We had great seats. We were 11 rows back and just to the right of the stage. For about the first 20 minutes or so we didn't have anyone sitting in front of us. We had a perfect view of the stage. Then, of course, this couple that had to have been the tallest people in the theater, plowed their way through to take their seats. It wasn't too bad though. We could still see. I did get them back accidentally though. When we stood up for a standing ovation at the end, then didn't stand and when I went to straighten my dress, I totally knocked the girl in the head. Sorry, super tall girl that sat in front of me.

Just a little side note. Am I a bad mom for posting about "Wicked" before I posted about my new baby?

Nursery Rhymes are Alive and Well

Josh and I got to school and as usual, my arms were loaded with all my stuff and all of Josh's stuff as well. I open Josh's car door and say, "Come on, lazy." Josh responds with, "I'm not lazy, you're lazy!" And so the conversation continues:
Me: I'm the one carrying everything and you're not carrying jack!
Josh: I'm not Jack.
Me: No, jack means nothing.
Josh: No mom, Jack goes up the hill to get the water!

Thanks to SLCAP HeadStart room 2 for teaching my son nursery rhymes. Now if they could only teach him to help me out once in a while, I would be set.

Six More Days!

We went to the doctor yesterday and the most exciting thing for a pregnant woman happened. My doctor asked if I wanted to deliver one day sooner. Now, for those of you who are not pregnant now, maybe you've forgotten how crappy these last two weeks are. I'm miserable. I wake up every night between 2:00 and 3:00am because my back is killing me. I decide that turning over might help. So I try to turn over, but then I remember that I have to heft the 30 extra pounds I have in front of me over as well. Not too easy at that time in the morning. Then, when I finally get turned over, I realize that if I move even a little bit, I'm going to pee all over the bed. So then I have to heft myself and my stomach out of bed and walk as fast as I can to the bathroom while still squeezing to make sure I don't leak. When I get back to bed, I repeat the turning process over and over again until my alarm goes off. So, when the doctor said I could deliver one day sooner, I almost jumped over his desk and kissed him. But I decided against it when I thought I might have to pee again. See you on April 6th Benjamin!!!!

Happy Birthday Lily!

Happy Birthday Lily! We miss you tons but love remembering you by eating some of your favorite foods. We can't wait until you're back with your family so we can all share with you again! We love you!

Josh's "Other Mommy"

It's true. Josh has an "Other Mommy". No, Tim and I have not decided to become polygamists (although Tim might not mind too much if it meant he would get a little action now and then, but that's for another post).

Anyway, MaryBeth convinced me to try out this game called Animal Crossing for the Wii. It's kind of like Sims but way toned down. You are a character that lives in a town with some animals. You make your way in life by fishing in the river and ocean, digging up fossils and picking fruit from trees. You then sell your stuff to get "bells" from the local merchant. Now what do you do with "bells" you ask. Simple, you buy furniture for your house or try to pay off your mortgage so you can get a bigger house. Or, you can go to the city.

Well, in the city you can get a makeover. That's what I did. After the stylist asked me a series of questions, out my character popped looking eerily similar to me. A nice little brown bob. Josh looked up from his trains most likely and said, "That's my other mommy." Now when I play, he asks if "other mommy" is going to go fishing or hit the rock to see if anything happens.

If I could only get "other mommy" to clean our house, I would be in heaven.

Puff the Magic Dragon

Puff the Magic Dragon is one of my favorite songs. I learned to play it on the guitar and would play and sing it for Josh quite often. So, it has also become one of Josh's favorites as well. Tim checked out a Puff book from the library with a CD.

One night before bed, Josh, Tim and I were reading books. He picked out this one and wanted to listen to the CD with it instead of just reading it. He was so focused on the pictures in the book this time as we listened to the music. We got to the part where Jackie Paper stops coming to see Puff. Josh asked why "Uff" was sad and I explained that Jackie Paper had grown up and was probably a daddy now so he didn't have enough time to pretend anymore and come and see Puff. Josh looked that page even more intently and his lower lip began to quiver. I then saw tears forming in his eyes. He let go of his side of the book, wiped his eyes and said, "Oh mom, that is really sad."

We continued on with the book with Josh wiping the few last tears that came. At the end of this book, a little girl shows up to play with Puff and you see Jackie Paper all grown up peeking at Puff and the girl you assume to be his daughter playing and having fun. Josh asks who that is and I explain. He then gets a huge grin on his face, his eyes light up and he says, "Hey, Uff is happy now!"

Check Please

I know that I am not skinny, slender or . . . okay I'll say it - I'm obese. Technically morbidly obese if you asked a doctor. But you won't see me on any of those TLC shows for sure. Even with all that said, I thought I could still enjoy a meal out with my husband for a early Valentine's Day. Not so. Not only am I overweight, I am also seven and a half months pregnant.

So we decided to go to Texas Roadhouse Grill on Friday night. This is the newest restaurant in Bountiful so it is always packed, especially on the Friday night before Valentine's Day. When we get there, they told us the wait would be about an hour and 15 minutes. Not too bad. Tim tried to shave some time off by telling them I was pregnant but it didn't work. So off we went to a couple of stores to buy things we didn't need. We get back about an hour later and Tim goes up to check where our wait time is. The hostess tells us happily that we have about another hour wait ahead of us. Apparently they said an hour and 50 minutes, not 15. Whatever, we'll wait.

So, about 5 minutes later, they call Tim's name. They had a table ready for us. Wow, I guess telling them I was preggers worked. But, it actually wasn't a table they had ready, it was a booth. Well, when I get to the booth, it looks pretty small. As I go to sit down, turns out I was right, it was really small. I almost needed a shoe horn to wedge me in there. Tim asks if I'm okay and I think I can handle it so I say I'm fine.

Now, the thing about having a little too much fat hanging around is that it squishes around and in pretty easily. It may not look pretty but you can squeeze into some tighter places than you really should if you have to. Not so when you are preggo. In my case, all the extra flab has moved down and around back. I'm pretty tight were the baby is. By the time our salads got to our table, I was pretty uncomfortable. After a couple of bites of salad, there was no getting around it, I was killing the baby. He was pushed in so far that I'm sure he would have been saying some choice words to me if he could.

So, my uncomfort took the cake and we had to ask for our food to go even though I was totally mortified that I had to admit that I was too fat to fit into a booth. That's it, after this baby, I'm hitting the gym. For reals this time.