march madness

no, this isn't matt writing about college basketball. this is jessi catching up what's been going on in our lives.

first thing's first. we started off the month with matt's 28th birthday. he got an iphone--something he's been wanting since they came out, but that i wouldn't endorse because of the cost of the phone and the cell phone bill. he's worked so hard with school and work and other training things that i figured what the hell. so what if i have to sell my body and soul to pay for it? it's an iphone. it's worth it.

we went to dinner with his parents on his b-day and then celebrated with a little cake and ice cream. a week or two later we did dinner and cake with my family, too. nothing like stretching the birfday fun out.

skylar and i spent the afternoon, or a 1.5 hours which felt like an afternoon, at jungle jim's. she had a blast.

we also checked out the new 'provo beach resort' with genet. now THAT was fun. no really. watching a six month pregnant fatso chase her daughter up a four story jungle jim with obstacles at every corner. so fun. and then torpedoing down the steepest, curviest slide known to man. even better. and worth every penny.

when we're not out and about, we kick it at home. old school. we took skylar over the our pool to swim...little did we know the water was going to be ice-freaking-cold. she shivered and her lips turned purple, but she loved every minute of it.

and some random goodness:

i went upstairs to get my phone (okay, and check my email) and came down this. skylar + desitin = disgusting disaster.

she has an attitude. already. what am i in for? some kind of diva, i guess.

she's the cutest naked thing i've ever seen. except for the time i saw brad pitt and george clooney and shaq naked. kidding.

and i guess that about wraps up our month. matt's almost done with deer valley for the season and starts fire fighting april 30. i'm still chugging along cooking up some baby and counting down the days 'til she's here and i can stop waddling. and skylar's keeping it real. she's learning and talking so much my head spins. it happens too fast. love it while it lasts, i guess.

adios.

xoxo

well, hello

matt.

-finally done with school and passed his finals

-interviewing for summer jobs (keep your fingers crossed 'cause

if he doesn't get one i'll be hookin' on the corner.

me and my huge belly)

-working on a sweet goggle tan

-is almost 28 (dreaming he'll get an iphone for his b-day. ha.)

-totally slacking on rubbing his pregnant wife's feet

-world's best daddio

jessi.

-pregnant

-pregnant

-pregnant

-still crying that shaq didn't travel with the team

when i was on the front freaking row. my chance to

score has passed me by yet again.

skylar.

-talking like crazy and starting to string words together

-absorbs and copies everything we do (not good when she runs

around the house saying shit balls. i really wish

matt would watch his mouth...)

-freaking adorable

-hugs my belly and says, 'oh, baby sister'

-is just starting to be able to sit for a few

minutes and watch a movie (SO nice)

-is a great helper and my favorite person to spend the day with

baby girl.

-kicking

-punching

-twisting

-somersaulting

-chillin'

-still nameless

pictures.

the best part.

she fell asleep while watching dora on netflix.

this is how she sleeps almost every night:

bunny, ox, ya-ya (the blanket), and a water bottle.

making boob cups. that's my girl.

she loves wearing a mustache.

and "playing" on the computer...

and that's all.

xoxo

boo hoo

i can't believe sloan resigned.

i loved him (not as much as my mom, but still).

seriously.

i wanted him to win SO desperately before he retired.

oh well.

he's the man.

xoxo

PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT

i have a public apology to make:

last night my wonderful, beautiful, slim, witty, kind, intelligent, caring, optimistic, hilarious, gracious mother gave us tickets, HER tickets, her FRONT FREAKING ROW tickets, to the jazz game. she was supposed to take matt, but at the last minute gave them to us so we could go out and have a date together. we felt bad, for like a second, and then took 'em and ran. we had a fabulous night--dinner before the game, amazing seats, and a good game. then the bomb dropped. i was caught. caught clapping for the thunder. did i want them to win? no. do i hate people who boo and hiss at the opposing team? yes. unless it's the lakers. so, i clapped when they made a good play. my mom happened to see this clapping on tv (yes, i was on tv. i'll sign autographs later) and called matt to warn me that my next ticket, my ticket for the boston game (ie: my chance to gawk and gaze and shaq for like 2.5 hours) was on the line. so i did what anyone would do. i clapped lower so she couldn't see me. like a fool. she saw me. and now my ticket is on the line. so, in an effort to get that ticket back:

mother dear,

i apologize from the depths of my soul for supporting the opposing team and therefore shifting 100% of my jazz dedication to the thunder. it was a foolish thing to do and it won't happen again (until i'm clapping my ass off for shaq). i will support the jazz with all of my being for the rest of the season and the rest of their existence. please forgive me my flaws and, if at all possible, find it in your kind, loving, wonderful being to take me to the boston game.

sincerely,

jessi

xoxo

drum roll, please

no seriously. drum roll. before i tell you that...we're having another girl! i thought for sure it was going to be a boy simply because i wanted a girl (ie: i have girl stuff. and really, what would i do with a little pecker in my house?!). we couldn't be happier. everything appears to be great and healthy and, when it comes down to it, that's all that really matters. especially since the kiddo i've already got is freaking sick. rsv. double ear infections. NOT a happy camper. cest la vie. or something.

that's it.

unless you have any rad girl names you'd like to share--since we have NOTHING!

xoxo

nada

i'm getting threatening emails nagging for a blog update. so, here's what we've been up to:

1.) waiting for february 28--when i'll be front and center for shaq kicking the jazz's ass (literally, front row baby)

2.) growing belly (genet wants to know why i'm getting fat)

3.) skylar breast feeding her babies

4.) matt working 1.5 jobs and going to night school (ie: we never see him)

5.) trying to figure out how to switch up our furniture for the impending arrival of the new baby (and wondering how i'm going to get skylar to sleep in a twin bed without use of a straight jacket)

6.) scheduling an ultra sound soon to find out gender of said new baby

7.) eating a lot of candy (i'm going to birth a sugar baby. seriously)

8.) enjoying my kindle

9.) wondering why skylar loves to wear a mustache

i guess that's it.

hopefully something exciting will happen soon so our posts won't be so friggin' lame.

adios bitches.

xoxo

NBA All-Ugly Team

It is that time of year. The Eagles have disappointed me once again by making me think they have it in them to make it to the Super Bowl and then losing in the first round of the playoffs. Thus my attention gets 100% focused on the NBA. Here is this years installment of the NBA ALL-UGLY TEAM. Enjoy!

First up we have, Pau Gasol of the L.A. Lakers. Something about bearded Spaniards...

Next up, Kosta Koufus. Former First-Round pick of our beloved Utah Jazz. He (and his nose) were spotted shooting a Proactive commercial in Hollywood last month. You can hardly see his Acne!

Third we have Marquis Daniels. He now plays for the Boston Celtics, you have to actually watch a game to see how handsome this fella is. FEMA uses his forehead as an emergency heli-pad.

Next up, Joakim Noah of the Chicago Bulls. He is actually one of my favorite players in the NBA, but man is he attractive!

Last is Marc Gasol of the Memphis Grizzlies. He is on the list because he was "Blessed" with the same great looks of his brother Pau. Lucky guy.