On Valentine's Day we went over to the Christensen's and frosted cupcakes with Kelsey, Leslie and David. Kelsey made the cupcakes and we just brightened them with colored sugar. Marianne made the first one with her favorite color blue as the background and an "M" (can you guess what it was for?).
I made a smiley face on my cupcake and my face and both were probably the best I've ever done/made.
David made a tooth because he's a dentist AND an artist.
The creator of all the cupcakes, icing, and party idea.
Maggie with a football flying at her head that Chris threw.
Marianne's cupcake is a little child swaddled in a blanket representing the one we are expecting on August 27 of this year. She is 14 weeks along and does not like being sick. Hopefully trimester number 2 is less harsh. All we know right now is that the child is human and obtained 23 chromosomes from me and another 23 from Marianne. We don't know any genotype and obviously we don't know any phenotype. It will be cool and interesting to see if any recessives pop up and what they are. We love genetics. Right now the little chicken is about the size of a lemon. A LEMON! I told Marianne once before we were married that when we had a kid it would come out and take a big bite of an apple and after hearing the heartbeat a few weeks ago, I still believe that. It's so weird how it "wooshes" instead of "lub-dubbing" (both are examples of onomatopoeia). We're excited to be parents and I know I have been watching parents all around me and seeing what seems to work and what definitively does not. And anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely love to be around kids so this is obviously the best news of our young marriage. We've known for a while but as our odds of miscarriage continue to drop significantly we feel more comfortable shouting it from the mountaintops (blogging about it). Since I don't have to be the pregnant one it's all excitement for me. I'm sure Marianne will let you into the darker side of this new experience for both of us. (This is Marianne, feeling sick, and right now it stinks most of the time. I think when I start feeling it kick around in there it will be awesome, if I am not still sick.)
In other news, we bought 2 24-packs of Gatorade at Sam's Club a little while ago. Between my obsessive sports participation and Marianne's love for those sweet beverages, this will presumeably not last as long as you might guess.
(This is Marianne again. I think Gatorade makes me sick now, so my side is still pretty full. There must be a link between ascorbic and citric acid and my stomach exploding out my esophagus, pharynx, larynx, oral cavity and onto to some innocent bystander, because orange juice does it, apple juice a little bit, cheese has done it, artificially flavored things . . . oh I DON'T KNOW! It's so frustrating.)
Yesterday was Marianne's 22nd birthday. Born in 1987, she has only benefited from the additional years. During this year of her life she graduated from the University of Utah, found out she was pregnant, taught Spanish for Nutcracker and made some incredible plays at 2nd base on our softball team. Grandma Roselyn gave the cake to Marianne.
We went to the Lagoon indoor tennis facility the day before her birthday to celebrate. David had us play this game in which we hit volleys to each other only letting the ball bounce at most one time between us. Not a bad game.
We had fun out there and Erica came down for the big celebration.
Leslie gave Marianne candy and some oyster crackers.
It was a good couple of days of relaxation and fun.
