A Day for Daddy's

Yesterday was our 1st time celebrating Father's day in our home and I think it was a total success. It was so fun to brainstorm ideas of how to make the day special for Robby and for him to get to have his big day. I kept things relatively simple because after all, I've got a lot of Father's days to do and I'm going to have to out-do myself every time. Better set the bar low for starters. :)

All of my ideas were inspired by Pinterest, including dessert. I don't know what I'd ever do without it in my life now haha! It's kind of cheating...Because Robby didn't have Pinterest to help him he just had to wing it! Oh well!

Father's Day package for Robby

Happy Father's Day to the Best Daddy...Hands down! :)

We Love You to Pieces!

You're never jerky to us and always happy to see us and spend time with us!

Best POP Ever! :)

It may all kind of seem cheesy and corny...But I'm that kind of gal, and Robby pretty much expects cheesy and cute stuff from me by now and he humors me by loving it to bits! It was fun to surprise him with it.

AND now some pictures of the honorary father..

Aren't they so handsome!? I'm such a lucky gal...

We love daddy!

AND NOW...For dessert! I got this idea from Pinterest so check out my "Father's Day" board if you are so tempted to try. Or just come to my house right now...I've got over half a pan left cause there's only the 2 of us to eat it and we're really trying to watch out eating! It's so delectable and rich I could have died after eating it! It took me over an hour in prep time to make it so ya...I'm bragging about this delicious morsel just a bit.

Sweet yummy morsel of goodness..

What could be better than oreo, reese's, chocolate, in a cold dessert on a hot summer day?

So that's just a little about our Father's day. I'm so incredibly thankful for the men in my life and especially my husband. He's my rock and my soft place to fall. He's the father of my baby and our hard working man. I'm incredibly lucky!!

A Baby's Story...

So un-like most people who have a baby and own a blog I failed to write up our birthing story. For many reasons but namely because A) I thought I was gonna die and B) I was so incredibly sleep deprived that blogging was the last thing on my mind and C) Did I mention I thought I might die? Between those and many other small reasons I just never got around to it. Even after my wee one coming up at 7 months I still reflect back to that day and what it meant...and didn't mean for me...

Baby Robby's due date was November 13th, 2011, and up till the last month of my pregnancy everyone pretty much assumed he'd either come then or a little after. After all, most first time mom's go past their due date as they told me; something I wasn't really looking forward to! But as the weeks trudged on and I went in for my weekly appointments my measurements started getting farther along. By the last week of my pregnancy I was measuring 2 weeks ahead, so it was decided then that I would go in for one of those ultrasounds where they try to determine the size of the baby. Robby had been asking them about this for WEEKS because he really wanted to know how big this kid was gonna be! I...thinking I was going to have to push this kid out of me wanted to know just how big myself! So on November 8th we went in for that ultrasound. The ultrasound tech. informed us after it was all over that this kid was showing up at 9lbs 2oz give or take. The funny thing is she was only off by 1oz! He ended up being 9lbs 3oz so those things are pretty accurate! As I sat dumb founded that I actually had a kid that big inside of me the RN consulted with the Dr. over the phone (Who was at the Hospital) if I should be induced. Being the naive and desperate female that I was at the time (I was HURTIN and ready for that kid to be OUT!) I really encouraged and supported being induced. So after discussing it with the Dr. and between me having a large kid inside and being 2cm dilated already he agreed that I should be induced, hurray! We're gonna have a baby soon!

We were scheduled to go to the Hospital on November 9th at 8PM. I would be staying the night and they would start me on Pitocin that evening. I had a stomach full of nerves and was so nervous and excited for what was to come. I was ready to get the ball rolling and have this baby! I was ready to experience child birth and prove I could do this! I wanted to do this! I was scared out of my mind but with my mom and husband at my side I knew I could do this! The love of my life and the one who birthed me are a pretty good team I'd say to have! So off we went with the mindset of delivering this baby tomorrow! Robby was a little bummed because he wanted him to be born on 11.11.11, but I didn't think I could possibly wait another day!!

I was one big mama! No wonder I had back pain and couldn't sleep!

When we got to the hospital we got all checked in and I adorned one of those fabulous gowns. If I was shy or had any modesty left it went out the window with that gown on and that first nurse! She said we were about to get really personal and close and she wasn't kidding! Haha. After they got me hooked up with my IV and got the Pitocin drip going I was checked to see what I was at and I was actually at a 4 when we got there! Great news! Everyone had high hopes of having a baby possibly in the night or early morning. I was given a sleeping pill and told to try and get some rest. With SO much pressure on me to really try to relax and get some sleep I ended up getting pretty much NO sleep that night. All I kept thinking was "You gotta go to sleep you gotta go to sleep you need your strength and rest so you can have this baby tomorrow." But between that and one of the stupid monitors I was hooked up to going off every 30 minutes I didn't get much sleep at all. At one point my nurse came in to check on me and asked how I was doing and I just started to bawl. All the pressure of trying to get rest and relax and not being able to had me quite wound up. I remember her being so sweet and running her hand on my head and just telling me it'll be ok and that even if I don't actually sleep just laying here and relaxing will help. She was SUCH a great nurse! I wish I could have kept her the entire time!

All checked in and rearin to go!

So the night went on and I laid there amongst the sound of my babies heartbeat and my own thoughts. Listening to his little heart beat and thinking how he would soon be in my arms was calming all in itself. I couldn't wait. Did I mention Robby stayed with me all night? I was so grateful he stayed there...Wasn't the best sleeping conditions but I loved just knowing he was nearby in case I needed him.

Morning came and things REALLY started to heat up with the Pitocin. The Dr. came in at 6:30AM and broke my water and I really began to feel those contractions and strong! One pain in the butt towards the end of my pregnancy was my stupid blood pressure. It gave me a run for my money in the end and was nothing but a bother in the Hospital as you'll soon read. So the contractions started and they kept monitoring me and as things got more intense my blood pressure got higher and higher. So they had to put me on some sort of medicine (I didn't take note of the name) to help bring my blood pressure slowly down because I was informed if they didn't get it down I could start having seizures because of the alarming number it was at. Awesome. So by the end of the morning I had 4 or 5 bags being pumped into me from my IV. There was the Pitocin, fluids, Antibiotics, and this medicine for my blood pressure that made me feel nauseated and like I was going to black out constantly!

As the day progressed the contractions got stronger and stronger. And by stronger and stronger I mean they were one on top of the other. When one contraction would end another would begin and they were INTENSE! I just remember my mom telling me to breath which helped tremendously! Every time one started I just started to cry and clutch the railing while holding my breath. She kept informing me I needed to breath and that it would help. It really did help...And it kept me distracted some what from the intense pain going on elsewhere in my body. Well the Dr. came in and checked me around noon and I was at an 8! I'm almost there I thought! We're gonna do this!

It was never my intention to have a natural birth, I mean...I was all for drugs if needs be! But in some sick and crazy way I really wanted to do without drugs or see just how far I could push myself without drugs before they were needed. I wanted to prove to myself that I could take the heat and do without the drugs. So for at least an hour I suffered with the one on top of another contractions until I thought I may pass out. My mom encouraged me to get an epidural because lets face it...I was in bad shape! I'd like to think that if the contractions weren't one after the other I could have handled it but..We'll never know!

So I consented. The anesthesiologist came in and gave me an epidural and it was wonderful! He was so good and sweet and everything went off without a hitch. I'm thankful I got a wiz at epidurals that day cause I had enough craziness already going on! My mom held me and coached me through the on going contractions while the epidural was adminitered and being the sweet gal I am I let my hubby watch, because I knew he wanted to watch! He's crazy like that. :)

After the epidural kicked in I felt awesome! I highly recommend them except for the fact that epidurals are known to make your blood pressure drop. Which in my case was good...I needed it to go down! But it was bad...Cause bebe's heart rate started to decrease. Around 2 the nurse came in and checked me...I was still at an 8 and the baby wasn't engaged at all. For those of you who may not know what that means...It means bebe wasn't ready to come out! His head wasn't engaged or down in the birth canal where it should be when it's getting close to that time. So between his not being engaged and his heart rate decreasing the Dr. was called in to asses the situation. He checked me and tried to see if there could be something done to get little man down but he was NOT ready to come out. So with a dis-heartening look he told me he was sorry and that we'd have to perform a C-Section. My heart broke...

I knew there was a slight risk of a C-Section, but I honestly hadn't prepared for it to be me nor had I imagined it would ever happened! I knew generally about a C-Section but I never imagined. I was completely heart broken and just began to bawl. I felt ashamed...I felt as if I hadn't done it...I remember looking up at Robby with tear filled eyes and asking him if he'd still love me if I had to have a C-Section. He said of course...He said all he wanted was our son to be born and me to be okay. He admitted to me later he was scared out of his mind about me having a C-Section, but he didn't admit that at the time.

I was prepped and wheeled in and at 2:26PM my little 21 inch 9lb 3oz baby boy was born. I remember holding Robby's hand and listening to everything going on on the other side of the "veil" and hearing that little cry for the first time. I just started to bawl and when they held him up for me to see I really lost it! All I kept thinking was, "He's here! He's here and he's crying!" It was surreal...

I remember once they had him all cleaned up they brought him back in for me to hold (With my one free arm ha) and I remember him crying as they brought him in and as soon as they laid him down next to my face I started to talk to him and he immediately stopped crying. I like to think he heard his mommy's voice and it just calmed him. Cause that's how it seemed...Ah...He was perfect! 9lbs may sound big, and he may look big in pictures, but he was our little guy. Oh my he was perfect and I was so anxious to hold him and feed him and bond with him! One of the things that upset me the most about not delivering him vaginally was I had envisioned the moment he was born them placing him on my chest and just holding him. I had heard and read so much about how it's important to bond with them immediately and I just felt heart broken when I realized that wouldn't be a reality anymore. I worried I wouldn't be able to bond with my baby and that I wouldn't love him or something stupid like that. But after those first couple minutes I can't imagine being more in love with him than I was. I just can't!

Being that I had a C-Section I was required to stay at least 2 days for monitoring and healing. I would have gladly stayed as long as they wanted me to looking back now, but at the time my mom was only going to be there for a short time and I really just wanted to get home so she could help me with the bathing him and what not. Due to my stupid blood pressure being so high they wanted to keep me longer for monitoring and to try and get it to go down, so I ended up staying in the Hospital from the 9th to the 13th...I was SO ready to go home by then! But like I said...Looking back..I would have stayed longer! The bed was a lot easier to sleep on and get in and out of than at home, free room service, and free meals prepared for me with constant care and monitoring was pretty good looking back!

So if any of you actually read all of that there's the story...I remember after he was born people asking how much he weighed and when I'd tell them they'd be like, "Woah girl good for you! Big boy to push out!" I remember feeling so ashamed and embarrassed that I had had a C-Section that I would just go along with it and be like "Yaaa..." I didn't want to admit that I had had a C-Section. I felt like having a C-Section made me less of a mom or woman because I didn't push my baby out and labor to get him in this world. I almost felt like...Like I didn't deserve him cause I didn't work to get him in this world. To this day I am still struggling with feelings like that. That's why I'm writing this right now because at least once a week I think back and wonder what if...What if I hadn't been induced...What if I had waited and things had gone differently and I could have had him vaginally. A part of me feels like I was robbed of my right to birth my child. I feel so much sadness and bitterness at not getting to birth my own child. I will say this...Pitocin is for the devil and I will never be induced unless it's highly encouraged by my Dr! I'm going to give it my all to have my next baby vaginally and I'll wait well past my due date if permitted to have my baby! I know a lot of people who have had babies vaginally might not think it's that big of a deal, or even women who have had C-Sections. But I just can't seem to shake this feeling of feeling less of a woman and feeling like I didn't do it. I really wanted to prove to myself that I could hack child birth and now I'm not sure if I'll ever get the chance...I've just really been struggling with these emotions the past 6 months and I sure hope someday I shake them...I'm so incredibly thankful for my son and love him to death! He is my world and I'd do anything for him but how he got in this world is just not how I envisioned it.

I'm An Addict.

It's true...I really am. There's no other way of putting it when you're over-weight and like food. I'm an addict! My mom and I were discussing this a few days ago and it's no different than someone addicted to drugs, or alcohol, or pornography. You gotta cut the craving from your life. And at first it's gonna SUCK! You get anxious and want that fix. For me, it's junk food. That sweet fix of something yummy on your tongue loaded with sugar and fat just takes the edge off. And once you get that fix you can function in life again and things just don't seem so bad. But as soon as you run out you gotta have it again and again! Usually regretting that you did the un-thinkable, AGAIN!

Almost 2 weeks ago I wrote about starting to lose weight and exercise. And..well...I've lost. A pound. In 2 weeks that's not really good enough. Granted along the way I've had several days where I just couldn't take it any more and I had to get my fix. I noticed it takes about a week to detox the body. At least if your addiction is food. I noticed after that first week that I was feeling pretty good and wasn't thinking about the junk food as much. But then we went out of town for the day and of course eating out and buying sweets ruined that. Since then this past week has been a rocky climb again. So I'm starting a new week today and I'm recommitting myself.

Hi, I'm Brittany Ladle. And I'm a food addict. 

My mom and I are really trying hard to lose 10 pounds before she comes (Or at least she is...I'm nursing and I'm not sure 10 pounds in a month is good but I'm gonna try my hardest just to NOT eat the junk!) and she's really my support group thus far. If anyone else would like to admit they are a food addict and join in please let me know. I'm still trying to figure out what motivates me...I thought money? A trip? What will help motivate me? I've always thought a goal outfit was a good motivator. So when we were at the Mall last Saturday I got a SUPER CUTE JUMPER that I REALLY wanna fit into! So this is my goal outfit.

It's simply perfect! It's got pockets (I LOVE pockets on stuff!), a high waist-band, LONG pant legs, and it's made out of thin material so it'll be perfect for wearing here come this fall. It's gonna look good...But it's gonna take a good 15 or 20 pounds before it fits! So...that's my motivator. It hangs in my closet and I take it out and look at it every so often...I think I'll be looking at it alot this week!

Robby started running today so that's a good push for me to work out too. If he's getting up at 5AM to run I can surely work out during the day while bebe is happy or sleeping. I'm gonna do this gosh dangit!

So anyway...Not much progress thus far but I'm re-committed and admitting I have a problem!

OUR NEW PLACE!!

Alright all you happy patient people...I've got pictures!! Some rooms are still a work in progress but I know you've waited oh so patiently for. So here ya go!!

Livingroom from front door.

From Dining room opening

Dining room. There's a whole other side across from the table that I'm trying to figure out what we'll put there. Perhaps a wall table and mirror?

Kitchen from Pantry opening.

Kitchen from window.

Back door and Pantry.

Pantry, and lots of cubboard space! Thank goodness!

Our room...A work in progress..We're looking at getting a desk maybe to put in the corner? And of course the bed is still not made with all the pretties on it...

The rest of our room..Please excuse the bra hanging..I'm a bra-less kind of gal...I'd fit perfectly in the 60's/70's.

Bathroom

Me standing in the shower to give you another angle of the bathroom.

Awesome large closet we're fully taking advantage of.

Bebe's room. A HUGE work in progress but I'm on my way! I'll be blogging about that soon enough.

And the cute kid who's waiting for his room to be done!

Front of the house.

Right side...I LOVE our trees! It'd be perfect if we had grass.

Left side of house...We had a garage to store MORE stuff in haha.

This is for you mom! LOOK! They're still alive and so pretty!

From across the street. We're the corner house!

Well that about sums it up! I'm hoping to have bebe's room complete in a week or so which I'm really excited about! So look for pictures coming soon!

Little TOO much to love...

Okay...So oooone more blog post before the new pictures. I promise they're coming! In fact I'll take them tomorrow. After I get the place fixed up haha. I'm afraid the place is as good as it's gonna get for now...Our bedroom and the babies room are a work in progress, but that's another blog post in itself! So. You may be wondering, what's this blog post regarding then? A little too much to love? Are you sick of your baby already? No, it's nothing like that...It's about something I've been trying to make a goal of mine even BEFORE I had the baby...See...When we decided when we'd start trying to have a baby I had a good ohh 6 months before that deadline. So, I had told myself I was going to get in shape and fit before getting pregnant so I'd be in tip top shape for pregnancy. Pwahaha! What a funny joke! Now I have a 6 month old, am still just as fat (if not heavier), and keep dreaming that I'm going to do something about it. At this point I just feel really trapped because I'm nursing and I am SO paranoid about drying up if I start exercising and "dieting". So the past 6 months I've just used that as a convenient excuse to not put forth a good effort. But there's just so many reasons that I really need to push forward and just be cautious and smart about what I'm doing. I really don't want to sabotage nursing! 

What has really gotten me thinking a lot about losing weight (other than thinking about it for the past ohhh...5 years or so?) is that I have a little guy now. And I want to be able to keep up with him! I don't want to end up being one of those parents who just watches my kids life from the sidelines. I want to be able to keep up if not be able to out last my little guy when we play around the yard. I want to be able to crawl around with him on the floor and not need a break because my legs hurt or I'm out of breath. Being able to experiences my baby boy's life right alongside him is one of the BIGGEST motivating factors. Along with that I have decided I REALLY want to be at my weight range for my body before my next pregnancy. It's not an option...I HAVE to lose weight and get down to the targeted weight for my body before we get pregnant again. Robby may hear that and start bringing home the ding-dongs and ho-hos, cause I'm not sure another baby is in his future at all right now. ;) I just know that even though I had an easy pregnancy I don't want to put my body through the strain of carrying around all this extra weight again. It's got enough work cut out for it for 9 months as is. Plus, looking back I really don't know how much my weight hindered how well things went in the end. Maybe if I hadn't been over-weight I would have had the baby vaginally? Or not had high blood pressure which complicated things. I'll never know unless I get down to that weight and have another baby! So ultimately that's where we're at...I HAVE to lose weight if I'm going to have anymore kids.

So with that I started eating right yesterday. I'm still not sure what I want to do exercise wise...My favorite thing of all time is working out on the elliptical. But we don't have the room or money for one right now and I don't have a free Gym I can go take advantage of anymore. So right now it's just figuring out what works for bebe and my schedule and what I enjoy. We've been going on walks of an evening, but I just don't know if that cuts it. As far as food goes I started a food journal yesterday and I'm just trying to be aware of what I put into my body. Not really trying to diet, but just be mindful of my carb and sugar instake. So with that I took some pictures...So I can remember how chubbilicious I was when I'm hot and skinny. ;)

There are a few things I've come to terms with...One is I'm always going to have a booty and always going to carry fat around my belly. But since having the baby the belly fat as multiplied and that's just no bueno! I think my biggest goal is to get a flatter smoother tummy.

I mean...I don't want to still look like I'm pregnant here!

I've also come to terms that I'm never going to be shapely. I'm not going to be that hour glass\ pear shape I've always drempt of being. No hiplicious boy legged figure for me I guess!

A face shot as well...Because I know my face will thin out as I lose weight!

So, I feel like I'm beating a dead horse here...But I REALLY am going to lose weight! It may be slow since I'm nursing and all, but I am! I'm determined! Because no cute siblings for baby Robby if I don't! And I do want to have more babies! So if anyone has tips\trips or wants to be my cheerleader I'd greatly appreciate it! I need all the help I can get. Food is just too dang good so it's going to be a struggle!

In other news...I just wanted to post a few pictures of my adorable bebe! Ugh we love him so much!!

We don't have an actual bathtub...So he gets warshed in the kitchen sink!

You blinked!!

Smiled like this all on his own!

Lovin's from mommy! :)

Mommy's Day

Ok ok...So I said my next post would be a tour of our new place, BUT! I failed to remember that Mother's Day would probably be coming around before I got another post in. After all, it took me 2.5 months to finally post? Plus I'm not ready for the big un-veiling just yet...I'm still trying to get it looking how we'll be living in it for the next 4 (hopefully more) months. Plus there's like what...2 maybe 3 of you who even read this so it's not like I have a BIIIG audience awaiting photos or anything...I'm full of excuses so don't try to fight me on this! :)

So yesterday I got to officially celebrate Mother's Day for the first time! Last year I was pregnant and I remember Robby getting me a card and making me dinner and what not...But I didn't feel like I deserved to really celebrate; boy did I this year!! I was happy to call this holiday mine and celebrate it. After all...I've put in enough sleepless nights, blow-outs, and screaming fits to at least celebrate a wee bit. Not as much as you momma's going on 10+ years or experience or anything! So it was neat to get to celebrate being a mom and having my guys around me all day. I'm thankful for the one who helped make me a mama, and for the one who made me a mama!

Being that I love flowers (pretty much any shape, size, and color) my hubby got me something more practical...A potted flower (I'll still end up killing it cause that's what I seem to do!). He got me orchids which I think are very pretty and very delicate, nay, difficult to keep alive! Pretty none-the-less and I love having greenery in my home!

The other thing my hubby gave me was a gift from him, credited to my son. It was his hand prints with "Happy Mother's Day 2012" around it. I love it! It still needs a frame and then it's going on the bookshelf most likely. Going to keep it forever!!

Awe!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being that I'm married to a chef (a chef who no longer cooks for a living!), I got a mouth watering dinner and dessert! Robby's signature dish (at least that's what I'm calling it) is Chicken Samarino. He practically makes it for every special occasion for me because it's soo good and takes hours in the kitchen to make. But it's sooo good! Dessert I thought was sweet (literally and emotionally) because my hubby made Red velvet cake, which I LOVE! And I've been going on and on lately about Red velvet cake so the fact that he remembered and thought to make it was sweet. He's so good to me.

Dinner!

And half of dessert, yum!

I'm so grateful for a husband who appreciates me and recognizes all I'm doing for our son. I try to be the best mom I can but I know I fall short a lot of the time. I just hope I'm giving him enough hugs, kisses, squeezes, and lovin's to make up for my short comings. I use to have such a fear of not being able to become a mom (cause I'm a debby downer like that) and so I was so incredibly happy and grateful to become a mom! No matter HOW hard it is sometimes!

I have a 6 month old...

Sooo...It's been a while since I've blogged...And in this space of time I went from having a 4 month old to a 6 month old! Lots has transpired in between my last post, but I'm going to start most current and then go backwards, because I'm crazy like that.

So yesterday our sweet chub-muffin (as he's been nicknamed by friends) turned 6 months old. Looking back at the last 6 months it has FLOWN by! Time has flown by so much that I still think my buddy is in 3 month clothes; to mommy's dismay he is now in 6-9 month clothes! That 3 month shirt just can't get any tighter momma...time to bag it. Darn. Here's looking back at how much chunk-a-munk has grown! <3

2 weeks old

6 months old

2 weeks

6 months

 So me being the sentimental person that I am I took about a billion photos of bebe yesterday and went out and bought him his first 6 months+ toy. He was a little hesitant of it at first with it's fancy music playing and the way it wobbled back and forth, but I think he warmed up to it in the end..

I just cannot believe he's ours...I'm so incredibly blessed to have such a fun, happy, precious, joyful little man in our home. He's incredibly trying at times! But he's making me such a better person through it all; and he's making me a more patient momma for his siblings ;) I couldn't ask for a more perfect spirit to start our family...I just wish he'd slow down with the growing up and getting big stuff!

Snuggles for mommy, my favorite <3

And kisses from mommy! His favorite? :P

My big boy!!

Ooook. So now for some scattered events...You can't really tell in the pictures above, but at the beginning of April chub-muffin here got a haircut...Just a trim mind you, and it was only along his for-head and neck that I trimmed. 5 month olds aren't the most cooperative and easiest customers to get a haircut mind you!! So daddy held and I did my best to get the hair out of his eyes...It looks pretty dorky since it's combed straight down and it's freshly cut, but it looked better with time ok!

Makes me think of a Ninja or something...

Before

After

It's been quite the adventure having a baby with such luscious locks from the get go for sure! But I've learned how to trim a 5 month old's hair and I've learned how to keep a 5 month old distracted long enough to de-tangle their hair as well! :)

SO. Onto the next event! Most of you are aware that Robby got an internship down in Arizona and we are now residing in Miami, AZ. Needless to say a 16 hour trip with a 5.5 month old seemed daunting and impossible, but venture on we did! We split the miles up into 3 days and I couldn't have asked for a better backseat rider. Bebe did FANTASTIC! We ended up stopping more for the adults than we did for him. I'm so incredibly thankful that my mom was able to come along for the ride as well! When bebe was getting a little fussy my mom was able to get in the back with him and play his Baby Einstein's for him. PORTABLE DVD PLAYERS ARE A GOD SEND! It ended up being a rather pleasant trip and I'm so grateful we made it here safe, sound, and our sanity in one piece. Thanks for not screaming bloody murder the entire 16 hours bebe! :)

Family water photo op!

His first time in a pool and all he wants is to suck his thumb! :)

Welcome to Arizona! Please excuse our dorky Prom type pose.

Budget truck!! Oh...And Robby's gun which he speedily put on after we crossed into AZ!

When we had to take the Budget truck back the drop off was in Mesa. My Grandparents and mom and uncle were sealed together in that Temple, so we took a little pit stop so my mom could get a few pictures of it and we could see it. It's very pretty grounds I think with the palm trees and water pools!

Baby Robby, Daddy Robby, Me, & my Mom

His first time on grass...He wasn't THAT into it!

I just thought this looked so cool, so I took it!

Next time on Brittany's Blog: We'll be taking a photo tour of the new place! Yay!! Till then here's a sneak peak...

It's not much of a looker on the outside...But the inside is Great!