Clara's First Kiss Goes to a Chipmunk

We could be found amid the pouring rain and Matterhorn-sized puddles.  Clara was warm and cozy with her grandmother and great grandparents, while mommy ducked into kiddie rides and underneath castles, trying to stay dry.

The pink converse and raincoat were holding up quite well, until they met an unfortunate puddle on the way to Frontierland.  And why were they headed in that direction, you may ask?  The childless children were set on riding Splash Mountain in the rain and mommy was foolish enough to follow along.  Around the border of Rivers of America they trekked, and though she tried to avoid getting miserably wet, the splashing couldn't be avoided.  At long last, she committed herself to Splash Mountain.

At that very moment, they discovered that Splash Mountain was closed - due to the rain.

So, back to Main Street they headed, and they found one hungry little baby, who refused the comfort of anything but "milkie."  Soaking wet, the mommy danced from room to room, nursing cover in hand, looking for a place to rest her sopping wet body... when she stumbled upon a host of Disney characters... all by themselves...

As magical as these moments were for me, Clara was only slightly amused.

But that all changed when she laid eyes on her Prince Charming.

And that was Clara's first kiss.

It didn't go to mommy or daddy or grandmother or the baby in the mirror.

It went to Chip.

Our First Sunday

As nice as it is to have a legitimate excuse to skip church, after 5 weeks we started to feel a tad bit guilty.  (A tiny, tiny tad.)

So, I woke up extra early, put on the one cute, boob-accessible outfit that fit and did my make up.  Clara demanded that I feed her instead of do my hair, so I happily obliged.  Then, I changed her diaper, pulled out the cute, vintage-inspired dress that Grandma had picked out, and nursed her until she passed out.  

Picture (not taken, darn it) perfect.

Then, I realized why people with kids are always late.  I mean, really, these little people have their own dang schedules and you better just learn to work with it!

Choosing a seat nearest the door, we prepared for the service to start, but not before they asked us to give the opening and closing prayers.  (Really?)  Needless to say, Clara and I made it halfway through Daddy's prayer and well... we were in the Mother's Lounge nursing during the closing prayer (and pretty much the rest of the time after taking the sacrament in the foyer).

Ah, the Mother's Lounge.

Does the fact that the majority of meeting buildings have Mother's Lounges mean that Mormons have a lot of babies or what?  Probably.  I'm just happy that I can go to church, escape from everyone, take off my shirt (okay, not quite), and sleep in a recliner.  I mean, it's pretty awesome.  

Holy goodness, she is lovable.

Our First Easter

After General Conference and an awesome dinner with the in-laws, we hit the pavement.

Riding away, down our street.

Husband and our bikes.

Trying to get a good picture.  10-Second Timer only does so much.

The Phoenix skyline over Tempe Town Lake.

Wooo.

The (inflatable) dam.

It's time to dye some eggs!

Green grass.

In the act.

He complained a little bit... but then got more into it than I did!

Our pretty little eggs.

Photo courtesy of Husband. 

Kieren in the Kitchen: That's Amore!

Toppings, dough, and homemade pizza sauce.

Halfway there...

Ready to bake!  Looks delicious!

Mozzarella + chicken + onions + orange and yellow peppers = a happy husband.