Wait what, summer’s over? Ya, but I uploaded all these summer photos like, months ago, and uploading the photos is 90% of the battle that is blogging, right? So, I can’t just let them sit uploaded but unblogged. Wasted effort and all that. Also, these pictures do me good in reminding me 1) that sometimes we go on vacation, even though it feels like way too infrequently 2) of my family (holla family! I miss you!)

My sister Alison and her Alleman crew came for a visit!  At this point I couldn’t even tell you what month it was, but I do remember how excited I was to see them!  Alison because she’s my sister, Zach because I hadn’t seen him in AGES (Alison used to visit often for business trips, but Zach only gets to come for like weddings and Christmas, and he is one high quality brother-in-law) Owen because he’s a cutie, and Alex because it was my first time meeting this new little nephew of mine! We got to see them all sealed in the temple and it was beautiful.  IMG_0325 He adores me, obviouslyIMG_0321some fathers day breakfastIMG_0335And that one time we had a reservation for 25 at the Red Iguana and ruined probably more than a few people’s nights. CAM010241402185113416the day we found out it’s a boy!IMG_20140618_152547this girl loooves our trips to the “pizza store”  CAM01030And then there was that really awesome vacation we took with Tanner’s family to Eden, UT.  Jana (my MIL) has some mean vacation planning SKILLZ (really, life planning skills in general, but planning a vacation for this many people is no small feat I’m sure) and they always rent a big house for us all to stay in and plan tons of great activities and it’s a blast.  This year was no exception.  We rented some off road vehicles (side by sides?) and got lost on them for hours and by some miracle/the grace of God, I wasn’t motion sick for any of it and it was a gorgeous ride.IMG_0316 IMG_0313 IMG_0301 Jet skiing on Pineview.  We LOVE jetskis, especially Tanner–definitely want to own some somedayIMG_0276 Boating with the Quists!  The boat broke down and we had to get towed for an hour and it didn’t even ruin my afternoon, not one little bitIMG_0266 And. . .  Hiking the Mt. Timp Caves had been on my Provo bucket list for 7 years, and I got it done without a week to spare.  I dragged my little sister, brother, sister in law, and cousin Mary along and it was so much fun!  One of the most beautiful hikes I’ve been on.  The caves though were slightly disappointing, mostly because we had the worst tour guide in the history of all tour guides. He’d ask a question like “where do you think this rock gets it’s amazing color?”  and then he’d tell a serious of corny jokes interspersed with rhetorical questions and then move on without actually telling you where the rock got it’s amazing color. It was really irritating.  But the hike–was gold.  IMG_0264 IMG_0261 IMG_0253 IMG_0237 IMG_0221 IMG_0213 IMG_0205 IMG_0203 IMG_0199 IMG_0197 CAM01005 And this is Stewart Falls.  Right?  Pretty sure that’s right.  Camryn loves to hike–one more reason for me to miss the mountains like crazy!!!IMG_0155 IMG_0147 IMG_0142 IMG_0136 This is a complete Walmart meltdownCAM00969 our fire pit that hasn’t gotten any use since the day we realized Missouri summers are not condusive to firepits (even though Camryn asks me on the daily “can we make a firepit?”) We’ll try again in October. . .IMG_0512 IMG_0511 IMG_0510 And last but not least. . . .the beard that was and then wasn’t.  It was going to be the year of the beard, and he was trying real hard and I was being real supportive, until HE decided that he didn’t like kissing ME with the beard (????) Riddle me that.  So it went.  And I never got an “after” picture because I never see him long enough to make him pose for me. I just laughed because he walked in and I looked up and he looks the same as this picture.  Shaving doesn’t really make his priority list these days.  Neither does showering for that matter.  But I still love him!IMG_0456

in other news

The plan here is to start with a pregnancy update, a love note to my new car and then digress into a jumble of random bits of life around here that I’ve been meaning to blog.  Ready?

31 weeks, things are getting serious around here!CAM01375 CAM01376At my 30 week appointment, I was already heavier than the day I delivered Camryn.  And that’s with a lower starting weight (Lotoja, remember?) and waaay more exercise than my first pregnancy.  So, those of you considering/embarking on 2nd pregnancies, just know that’s a thing! Don’t know where the next 10 weeks will take my body, but one thing is for certain, my wardrobe is not prepared. Every time I deem an article of clothing UTAP–unwearable til after pregnancy–I add it to a pile on the bottom of my closet, and that pile’s getting BIG and another one of my regulars bit the dust today, so if you happen to see me on a regular basis, kindly pretend that I’m rotating more than 3 outfits ok? ok. Cold temperatures need to come and help me out here. I’ve got a few oversized sweaters just begging to save the day.

I’ve hit the huge and uncomfortable stage and my biggest/only problem is sleep.  It takes about 8 pillows to help me sleep comfortably and since we only have 5, Tanner is getting the short end of the deal. I should probably have invested in a body pillow or 5 a long time ago. I’m a sleep on my back or belly girl, and when that isn’t an option, I feel like my hips are on fire all night and also that I want to chop of my arms, because how do you sleep on your side with arms??  The heartburn beast is kicking in occasionally, but I would take endless months of these ailments over nauseous ANY FREAKING DAY so all I can say is that this pregnancy has been oh-so-good to me.

You know that awful glucose test they make you take?  With that disgusting drink, and if you fail you have to take it again but with 3 disgusting drinks over 3 hours? Well, I failed it.  And I was being really dramatic and obnoxious about not wanting to take the 3 hour test (my biggest issue is having to fast before.  Pregnant Dana does not fast.) and said jokingly to the nurse “are you sure? maybe you want to try again?”  She shrugged and said “i can if you want.  it won’t change anything though”  So she did.  And it did!  It did change.  A lot.  Enough to bump me well into the “pass” zone.  She was shocked and she and everyone else said they’ve never seen whatever levels drop so much so fast, and I have no idea what any of it means except that I didn’t have to take that dang 3 hour test, hallelujah.

Now, onward, meet my new friend:

CAM01399 I love our new car!  We weren’t planning on buying another one for a while and thought that we could just share out here until 3rd year and that until then, Tanner could take the bus or carpool or I could just drop him off on days that I needed the car. That plan lasted until about his 2nd day of school when it became very clear that my happiness and sanity depended on me being able to get out of the house. (The bus would take him an hour each way instead of 10 minutes, and he couldn’t find anyone to carpool with.) In Provo, it wasn’t too bad to be carless sometimes since I had so many friends and young moms on my street, and a park down the block. But here I’m more isolated, surrounded by old neighbors, and there are so many things to do around here that it would drive me crazy to stay home. So, here she is! It’s a Subaru Tribeca. And I love it.



Tanner had 2 tests on Friday and there’s another big one tomorrow (Monday) and all of us have seen way too little of each other and way too much of this box of bones.  CAM01424

Camryn and I though, we are buddies and we keep ourselves busy. We go to tons of play dates– movies, splash pads, parks, exhibits, farmers markets, festivals. Who knew Kansas City would have so much to do? There is a never ending stream of free stuff to do with kids and families around here and I don’t know how I’d survive otherwise! (Also, one night I invited over every first year I know, and many that I didn’t and had a house full of some quality ladies!  Sometimes you just need girls nights sans children.)

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Saturday was LOTOJA and I spent all day reliving last years race in my head.  My dad was riding it and I had an app that gave me a real-time update of his progress.  I had all this weird anxiety remembering what I was going through this day last year! The anxiety, and the excitement, adrenaline, exhaustion, disappointment, and pride. It was the most beautiful weather yesterday and I was dying to be on a bike ride. Being hugely pregnant, that life of last summer seems soooo far away. It still stings to be reminded that I didn’t finish, but I was talking to a good friend once who said that she loved reading about my experience because it was so real and it seems that all you ever see on the internet are people’s shining successes and not the times when you work so so hard for something and it doesn’t turn out how you wanted. So that makes me feel better.

p.s. my dad finished!  the man is almost 60 and he rode his bike 206 miles yesterday–mad mad props dad.  It made me homesick for the first time wishing I could be there to cheer him on!  And some nice fresh Jackson air wouldn’t kill me either.

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Being camryn’s mom lately consists of a lot of. . .

  • reading Fancy Nancy. We have a 6 book compilation and have beaten that horse to death.  It’s really cute to hear her say “fancy nancy” though
  • fielding her constant requests that we make cake.  and star cookies.  and christmas cookies.  and cupcakes with sprinkles.
  • telling her to LEAVE. BEAR. ALONE.  The puppy thing is going great, but sometimes camryn won’t stop terrorizing the poor thing
  • making sure that everytime I let her eat junk, i use it as an opportunity to bribe her into something healthy first i.e. you get a chip for every piece of broccoli

For some reason she hates when Tanner sings and always yells at him to “Stop that!”  One night he started singing “you are my sunshine” and she screamed  “No I not! I NOT sunshine!” and I died laughing.

Pretty much every time I ask her if she need to go potty she says “No ganks. I fine. I good.”

Today when Tanner asked her “Are you excited for nursery today?  What are you going to do there?”  She said “I not hit Isaac, I not hit Sadie, I not hit Mitchell.  I be waaaay nice.”

Here we are at a country fair petting zoo thing with Isaac and mom (who is saving my life because she can’t stand to stay home all day either!)CAM01437 and at a farmers market stand where she is explaining very animatedly to Isaac all about green beans which she inexplicably started calling “sunshine bites” CAM01439 and. . . the first time in about a month that I’ve even attempted to actually “do” her hair and it didn’t go over well.  CAM01442

And there ends a disjointed blog post. I finally got around to taking pictures of our house (read: cleaning it enough to be photographable) so, coming soon:  home tour!



on friends

I have always been blessed with an abundance of completely amazing friends. When I left high school, as excited as I was to move on to college, I knew in my heart and was sure–the friends I have now are the best people on the entire planet and I will never have friends this amazing. I will never have friends that get me like this or laugh with me this often.  Well, most of them headed down to SUU or USU and I went all by my lonesome to BYU where I moved in with 3 girls from different states who I didn’t know. I was open to new friendships, but I knew–it will never be the same as with my high school friends.  But guess what, I was WRONG!  I felt like that for a while and missed my best friends like crazy, but then this thing happened where I made more best friends. My roommates and others became the ones I laughed with, stayed up late talking to, and spent all my time with.  The day we moved out of our freshman apartment, I burst into tears as I hugged them all (which shocked them all because I never cry).  Those people and many others I continued to meet throughout college became every bit as special to me as my old high school friends (who I still love to death and talk to often by the way)  That has proven to be a really important lesson to me in life.

Sophomore year I went to Guatemala for 2 months with a group of people I didn’t know, and they became a whole nother group of important people in my life.  And then there are the ones I met in English classes.  And from work, and our first married student ward, and our second married student ward (oh my heck i miss you guys a lot a lot a lot and I would start naming you, but I would forget some and feel bad, but you know who you are and I miss you!)  And every time I had to move on, or when everyone else was moving away or whatever it was, over and over I was left in circumstances where I didn’t really know anyone and had to make new friends.  Often it was just about when I was finally starting to feel strong connections with those around me.  Every time, I missed the comfort and ease of old friendships and a little part of me believed “ya, I’ll make new friends here, but not like {         }, {       }, and {      } (insert names of amazing friends from years past}  And every time I was wrong.

Frankly, I’m kind of tired of making new friends.  I’d really love to stick around here long enough to not have to be doing it all the time.  But I’ve learned the important lesson that most people are pretty amazing and can become your best friends if you give it enough time and love and energy.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve misjudged someone.  Thinking right off the bat that they weren’t the type of person I wanted to hang out with a lot, or that they were boring, or obnoxious or that we have nothing in common.  But some of my dearest friends do not make awesome first impressions.  Some of them are weird 😉 or have social anxiety or depression, or bad days! Quite a few times, people I’ve thought were shy and boring started throwing out the most hilarious witty sarcastic comments that I never would have expected could come out of their mouths. And if I met myself for the first time, I would probably not be all that impressed either (though obviously once you get to know me, I’m everything anyone could want in a friend.  obviously.) Everyone has a story and a background, strengths and weaknesses, something really awesome to bring to your life.  Sometimes you just click with someone and it’s fantastic, but more often it just takes a whole lot of time, and usually the more I know about a person, the more I let them know about me, and the more I love them.

So, coming out here where I didn’t know a soul for 1000 miles, I knew–I will make amazing friends, because that is what happens to me. When I meet a stranger, I try to think of them as one as a Steph, or a Lyndi, or a Mandy that I just don’t know yet. I’ve met some pretty awesome women out here already.  A lot of them have really impressed me in a lot of different ways, and I’m excited to form the kind of friendships that are going to make me sad to move away.  Because as sad as it is to move away sometimes–I always want to be sad to move, because it means that there are people there that matter to me, and what would be sadder than moving away without people that matter to you to leave behind?

Now I’m getting borderline sappy, so on to the photos!  Before I moved, I tried to see and visit and lunch with as many friends as I could! A lot of them I’m kicking myself for not taking pictures with. So, I feel bad if you’re missing but it doesn’t mean you’re not one of my people! (Is it just me or is it weird to take pictures with friends once you’re older and married??  why is that??  I have countless awkward kiss-face selfies with my high school friends and roommates, but not a single picture of a ton of my friends for the last 4 years)

Guys, this is my crew.  From high school.  And I hated it when people said “you won’t even know those friends in 10 or 20 years”  because that is a stupid thing to say and these ladies are still my BFFFE’s.  We’ve clearly been busy being total baby-making machines.  Also, I’m going to take one moment and make fun of all of you for still living in/so near good old Davis County.  done.    Steph, Courtney, Heather

high school friendsI harassed Mandy for weeks to send me this.  She didn’t want to because “her hair was weird”  what???  Ashley, Mandy, Camiliamandy & friends This girl Natalie wins the longevity friendship award.  I can’t ever remember not being friends with her, but my first memory probably goes back to 4th grade, just the two of us playing soccer at recess because we thought it was so stupid that all the other girls just stood around in circles talking the whole time.  All through college, I’d call her up to go rollerblading with me no matter how long it had been since we talked.  Major props Natalie for being the only person I know (my age) with rollerblades!  We took them for one last spin before I got too huge to look like a complete fool.


This is the lovely Lindsey ready to have a baby! Our friendship goes back to working scooping ice cream together at Frosted Rock (for $5.15 an hour!) and being roommates at BYU 🙂unnamed
I hate all the rest of these pictures because of my atrocious Guatemala hair (i.e. the hairstyle I rocked for that entire 2 month Guatemala summer) but whatever.  Camilia, you’re awesomeCAM01093And all you ladies that cleaned my apartment on moving day while I ordered you around, you are so awesome!  I’m going to say you represent the whole ward and there are about 30 women and 10 million acts of service I could add.  Caitlin, Aubrey, Michelle, Emily, Chelsea.  (p.s. Emily–still kicking myself for not getting a yoga group shot, and still want one!)CAM01092

And then there’s Mandy, my bff 3 doors down.  Despite all we’ve been through (and how many hundreds of photos we have of our children) we have only taken ONE photo together. That’s stupid.  And every time I see this one, I think of how you woke up early to make us cinnamon rolls and we had to leave before they were done and how it was such a huge tragedy and I’m still not over it.  You’re. the. best.
IMG_0370here’s to old friends and new friends!