Tuesday, January 26, 2010

I have the sweetest husband ever!

Why, you may ask? Well, because he showed up to my office today, totally spontaneously! And as if that isn't awesome enough, he brought me this:



Butterfinger blizzards are the best!

I love you Jared!

Monday, January 25, 2010

The Dreaded Screaming Monkey

Everyone has things they are afraid of. For babies, that list is usually quite long- vaccuums, the dark, monsters, vegetables, etc. So, as a mother, I was expecting these things to register a reaction of fear. Taylor is crazy. She's not afraid of ANY of these things (although she did freak out a little when Grandpa Payne was using the hose to vaccuum something and pretended to vaccuum her arm...that was REALLY funny!). In fact, there's only one thing in all of her 9 and a half months of life that we've discovered actually scares her:
THE SCREAMING, FLYING MONKEY!!!

It really is one of the funniest things I've ever seen!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

This is for my friends who've removed me from their blog lists because I never update :)

Well, friends, that is if I have any left after my 9 month blog break, I'm alive. And how do I know it's been 9 months? Because the last posting, done by my awesome sister-in-law Leigh, was the day after Taylor was born...and she's 9 months old now. Geez! So, here's a quick update:

Taylor is FREAKING adorable and super tiny. That's right folks. Tiny. At her 9 month check up, she weighed in at 14.9 pounds...which in the 3% of her age. I PROMISE I'm feeding her. In fact, I'm pretty sure eating is what she does all day...and, she's in the 10% for her height. So, yes. She's little. Or, as Grandpa Payne says, she's a "gidget. But please. Look at this face, and tell me she's not the most adorable thing you've ever seen:
Ya. I know. GORGEOUS!!

Anyway, Taylor is all over the place. She is WAY too brave for me to handle. She tries to climb out of her highchair, scales the couches, scales her crib, and climbs anybody who's holding her. Seriously. She's a little climber. And a crawler. And a wannabe walker. And a jabberer. And the best, sweetest little girl that I could ever ask for.

Alright. Enough gushing. I will be posting more often now, so hearing about Taylor's antics will probably be more than you'll be able to handle. On to more updates:
- I'm still working full time at Rehabarizona as a insurance checker/chart prepper/auth keeper, etc. I don't really know what my official title is. I don't know how much longer I'll be working...if life ran the same way it does in my dreams, I'd be home all day with my baby girl (and learning how to do crafts at Leigh's house :) ). But, well, life HAPPENS. At least I like my job and where I work. Honestly- me working where I do has been a complete answer to my prayers. That's another story for another time.

-Jared, Taylor, and I are currently living with the Paynes. Now, when I've told people this in the past, I've gotten sympathetic nods and hms. DONT' WORRY! Living here is FUN! I'm not gonna lie. I get along with my in-laws REALLy well! We were here so much anyway that we practically were living here, so it's not such a big adjustment. And, it's a pretty smart financial move. Now Jared and I can work hardcore at getting out of debt and building up our savings. Hooray for positive changes!

-I have a new calling. I was working in the Young Women program as a Laurel advisor. My girls were the best. And, I felt young and cool. But, with Jared in the Young Men program, both of us getting to mutual right at Taylor's bedtime was a little bit of a problem. So one of us had to get released. I knew it was going to be me right off because Jared is a miracle worker with the YM. I was at peace with that (even though I knew I'd miss my girls). What I didn't count on was the calling that they extended to me....WARD CHOIR DIRECTOR. Uh. What!?!?!? Yes. I know. Insane. I felt right away the ironic confirmation that I was supposed to have this calling, but I swear I could hear Heavenly Father chuckling at the same time. Here's the thing. I kinda quit singing for a while (long story...). There's a good majority of my ward who had no idea that I can sing. In fact, when Bro. Peterson extended the call to me and I accepted, he said, "are you even musically inclined?". Boy did I feel sheepish. See, I'd been feeling very much that Heavenly Father was disappointed with me for not sharing my talents. I just didn't know He was going to get even with me. Anyway, this is literally the scariest thing I've ever done. I would much rather sing solo in front of a million people than actually direct a choir. I feel REALLY out of my element and really wish I'd payed more attention all those years in choir to the actual DIRECTING.

Ok. I'm tired and this is all starting to sound garbled. I'm sorry if none of this made any sense. But come on. It's a post. That's PROGRESS!!