Long time, no blog

Not that anyone has missed me tragically (hellooo, no posts, my blog is the unpopular kid from high school.)

Speaking of high school, just attended my husband's 10 year high school reunion. Not a totally horrible night- probably aided by the open bar for those who needed/ wanted it. (I admit to glancing wistfully at it a couple of times- mostly during those awkward, no-one-will-talk-to-us moments.)

I leaned over to Hubby at one point during dinner and asked him if we had ended up at a table full of people who were much more popular than he was in high school. (Not that it matters to me at all, but just for information's sake and to understand the potential awkwardness of the dinner that was stretching before us.) He didn't miss a beat when he replied, "Oh, yeah."

It was a strange night. Some people wandered around with their Christmas card photos attached to their plastic necklace nametags, so they could easily showcase their kids/ spouse/ dog. It was like watching an old western: the battle of the soccer mom quickdraw. ( I mock and tease, but deep down I know I may easily end up like that in a few years.)

After the "party" started to wind down, I looked to my handsome husband for his take on the whole evening. He was in a daze, and replied when I asked him what he thought of it all, his only reply was, "Weird." (And he literally did not stop saying it until we got home.)

I wonder if the strange and awkward night was made so only because of my cute Hubby's fairly antisocial high school self (he was in a band) and it was manifesting itself ten years later? Or are all 10 year reunions destined to be a strange, almost naked-in-public-dream like evening? I'll have to either sneak into another one and do some research or wait another five years until my own 10 year to see if I will end up muttering incredulously, "weird," all the way home.

The bane of human existence: the DMV

I have been trying unsuccessfully) for the past week to change my name. I got married! Wahoo! Great news! Or so I thought. No one else cares that I'm a "newlywed"- that a mere few months ago I was "the Bride". When you are "the Bride" you get some respect! People want to help you and make sure you're happy and throw you parties and buy you presents. But now, as a plebeian again, I am just thrown in with the masses (which by coincidence, all happen to be in line at the same Driver's License Office that I am). I thought it would be romantic to take on my husband's name- a show of my committment. But instead it has been the biggest pain- social security card, driver's license, bank, employer, credit cards, gym, school, church, email, doctor... pretty much anyone I've ever talked to needs to be informed (via official documentation) that I am the person formerly know as (Prince and I have that in common).

Adventures in wedding land

Deja vu. Tonight I went back to the bridal shop where I purchased my wedding gown a mere six months ago. I was there as a consultant for my sister-in-law, Kate, the soon to be Mrs. Jeff. It was an entirely different experience to be on the advisor side of the tulle and hoop skirt. First of all, it required much less nudity, and second, was a lot more fun! Kate has a cute body and chic style, so it was like playing with a Barbie doll (one that can dress itself...and talk...and isn't plastic...and, well you get the idea.) A big shout out to Mary's Bridal in Holladay, Utah for the best customer service (especially Cathy... can that girl tie a corset or what?!)

Lily Bright Eyes

Lily's Schedule

Eat (a lot: either from Mommy or a bottle or both)

Burp/Hiccup (not necessarily in that order)

Sleep (preferably in an arm, on a chest, or in a swing)

Poop (usually accompanied by some crying)

Wake time (this consists of blinking and frowning at the sunlight)

Eat again

John and Lily

Cutest husband ever, my John, met cutest little Lily today making for the cutest man-meets-baby meeting in history! Almost turned into a diabetic because of the sweetness overload. (Luckily, was already in a hospital.) Also suffered some baby hunger pangs. However, decided to investigate a child time-share before committing to buying the condo. (An arrangement also known as babysitting.)

A Lily is born 

And so is a baby!

Lily Isabelle, (Lily Belle to her friends), was born today at 1:17 pm, Mountain Standard Time. Weighing in at 8 lbs. and 11 oz., she beat her older brother out by one ounce. She is 21 inches long. My niece already adores me and I suspect I may be her favorite auntie. She is beautiful and perfect and already has figured out how to stick her tiny finger into her tiny nostril. That's my girl. I am so excited that she is finally here! Congrats to parents Steve and Kerry and big brother Sam!

A blogger is born

Far from having my finger on the pulse of all things cool, this is my first foray into blogging. Yet, admittedly (and thankfully) the appeal is not the trendiness of blogging; rather, the versatility afforded to those who "blog". Where else can one be a photojournalist, a gossip columnist, a writer, and a techie simultaneously!? I have ventured into the sphere of blogging not to Be Cool, but because it is so cool.