Deseret Towers, T-Hall, 1992-1993

I realize that by publishing that I am publishing my age...oh well. I feel like I've had a reemergence of BYU in my life lately. First, I went to women's conference and for the first time really since I graduated spent more than a couple of minutes on campus. Every young student I saw I thought I might know...and then I realized I wasn't their age anymore... Then I came home and the BYU dance group Living Legends came to Rosario to perform, so we hosted two of the girls in our house for two nights. There were super cute, and their performace was really excellent. One must have said "oh yeah" a couple of times, nothing too notable, but Gabe picked up on it and randomly looks at me throughout the day and says "Oh yeah. oh yeah, no hay mas oh yeah!" (no more oh yeah).
Then I reconnected with some old BYU friends from my freshman ward on Facebook. SO FUN. Really, I think someone should plan a reunion of our freshman ward, we had a great ward.

Other than that, we haven't been up to too much, so I will complete this post with some gratuitous photos of Gabe. Here he is at a friend's birthday trying to blow out the candle. He must be practicing for his birthday.

And in his Batman pijamas.

And sorry for the poor quality and sideways viewing (anyone know how to turn video?), but here he is demonstrating his early skill at golf...with a kitchen spatula and a tennis ball. All day long he asks to play with his "raquet, ball"! Mario is very proud.

Please Stop Talking - Pregnant Woman Present

For any of you not yet aware, our family will grow to four the end of October. That makes me just barely four months pregnant, looking slightly chubby but not decidedly pregnant yet. However, I reside in a place where people feel entitled to tell you exactly what they think about you at all times, so here are so recent comments I have been subjected to:

At the vegetable stand...
Vegetable wife: Are you pregnant?
Me: (completely dumfounded that someone would be asking me this while I am wearing a sweater and jacket) um, actually yes, but why would you ask me that?
Veggie wife: because your face has completely changed, so I knew you must be pregnant. Husband, She is pregnant!
Veggie husband: oh, how nice. You are going to have a boy, I know it, you don't need an ultrasound now.
Me: um okay (totally irritated, how does this almost complete stranger think he knows MY body??)

At church...
Me: Hi, how are you, I haven't seen you in a while..blah blah blah
church lady: oh look, your hips are getting really wide, that means you're going to have a girl!
excuse me?? I'm still in my size 6 jeans, maybe you're confused by the pleats in my skirt??

So apparently it's open season for commenting on my body/life/reproductive tendencies/etc. so feel free to comment away!

A Summary That Doesn't Do Justice to the Visit

The plane trip to get there best forgotten, Gabe and I had a great time visiting faimly in the US. Gabe learned lots of new tricks from aunts and uncles.

He spent lots of quality time with cousins.

We got to be matchy-matchy for easter (no fun with just one kid - I needed the cousins)

We got a taste of old western life at Josh & Misty's ranch, which Gabe absolutely adored.

My mostest wonderfulest friends came to visit and amongst eating, pedicures, shopping, long walks and visits to the Chihuly exhibit, I was brought back into the realms of current fashion, good parenting techniques, and pop culture. It was amazingly fantastic and I cannot even attempt to summarize it. Guess who's toes are whose??
I had lots of amazing time with my sisters (also Allison, not pictured). They had to outfit and accesorize me daily because I wasn't cute enough to hang out with them.

I got to go to Women's Conference at BYU with my mom, ashley, lindsay and misty. It was a great experience.

So, I'm ready to become a permanent resident again. Anyone have a visa and a job for my husband?