Hiatus. Sorry.

Wow! It's been a really really long time! 

Remember me complaining about hormones and all that jazz? Well, the problem is fixed! Hooray! Your Dad and I are in the greatest groove! We are communicating, compromising, and I can't think of another C. 

The thing is, since we got through the craziness of psycho Katelin, life seems like a breeze now! We are really looking out for each other and putting each other's needs first. This, kids, is love. 

We love our calling in the nursery. 

We go on lots of dates slash adventures. Here we tried to drive up the mountain to catch the sunset and ran into a a road closed with snow everywhere and missed the sunset. 

We said goodbye to your uncle Zach "Elder Rodgerson" and miss him so so much. 

We go on lunch dates when I have a day off

We go to bed way too late cuz we always end up telling stories from our childhood and laughing our heads off

We went camping with uncle Josh and his friends and it was a nightmare but had potential to be really fun... we'll try again soon. 

The sun is shining, summer is here, and love is in the air! 

Here's to newlywed life. 

Intolerant.

Thank heavens I'm not referring to my sweet husband. He is quite tolerant.
What isn't, is my body.
Oh kids I hope I don't pass this on to you.
My whole life I have had two true loves. Your father... And ice cream.
However this weekend, as my hormones were giving me grief... I started realizing there was a pattern to my discomfort. It was strictly correlated with dairy.
Now I haven't confirmed this yet, but I plan to go without for a few days to make my final decision.
Funny story.
Today I didn't have any dairy all day. Then my loving husband, your sweet father, made me a milkshake. Since then I have felt like I should throw up because something isn't digesting right.
After your dad's friend left tonight, he came to lie down next to me. I began telling him how sad I was because I love milk and ice cream. Unfortunately, my hormones are RAGING. It turned into a full blown cry session and anxiety attack. We were laughing so hard but I also couldn't breathe because I was crying so hard.
"Katelin stop crying!!"
"I ca-a-an't!!! *gasp*"
"What's the matter?!"
"I *sniff* want to eat ice cream on the cruuuuuuise!!" *gasp for air*"

Good times.
Well ice cream, goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend.

Hypochondriac

Oh children. This is about to be a serious TMI moment. 

There's a little pill I have to take to make sure you don't come yet. It's been giving me some real issues and making my body really upset at me sometimes. 

I get random headaches, random nausea attacks, and random cramps. Oh, and also it makes me really mad for no apparent reason. 

Your father is sure that I'm a hypochondriac. That's a big word, kids. It means I'm a crazy person who thinks I'm sick all the time. But, the good news is. He stays by my side through it all. He is always offering to help and canceling plans to be with me. (even if I tell him not to) 

The point is... I married a very patient man. I love him very much. 

Four Years Ago.

I'm sure you already know by now, but our first kiss, your father and I, was quite memorable. I'm sure the dating scene has evolved, or maybe it's regressed and no one even talks face to face anymore... either way, I probably don't let you date. The point is! Back in our day, there was this thing called a "DTR" (define the relationship). This meant you had to have a seriously awkward conversation. I hate confrontation... so young Katelin and Trace decided that after we had kissed, we had defined our relationship. 

Anyway... that was four years ago! Two of those years we weren't even together, but we were closer than ever. 

Guess what happened [almost] four weeks ago... We got married! Huzzah! It was the most perfect day of my whole life. 

After that perfect day, we went to New York! We had more perfect times. And some not so perfect times. AKA they lost my bag... but we got it later! don't worry! I'll post more on that in a while... 

Here's the gist, kids. The last four weeks have been the most fun, most crazy, most memorable, biggest learning experiences... of my life so far! I can't wait to tell you all about our crazy newlywed life. When we budgeted every penny, when I worked so hard to master recipes and be a good housewife. When we got into silly fights about baby blankets in our bed, and when we fell madly in love all over again because we got to stay up late talking about nothing every single night. 

I've already gotten sick and your daddy was a champ taking care of me. Making trips to the store for NyQuil, kneeling next to me to pray when that NyQuil had already kicked in and I was too doped up to kneel, etc. etc. etc. 

We pray every night and I know it makes a difference in our marriage. I hope we have taught you the same. Telling your Heavenly Father about your day should be one of your favorite things to do! He loves you, and so do we! 

As Is

Dear Kids,

This is my first letter to you, and the moral of the story is, your father is crazy. But, I love him oh so much.

Kids, you know how every time you try to ride on the shopping cart, I abruptly tell you to get right off? Well that's because one time, when mommy and daddy were out shopping, daddy thought it would be a good idea to ride the shopping cart.

We had just left Bed, Bath, and Beyond; we were using all of the gift cards from our wedding! Then we were headed to Target to do the same, we even got a gift card for Olive Garden, we were so excited to eat there!

BUT, there went your father, riding ahead, full speed on the shopping cart, feet up and everything. Then, all in one motion, the center of gravity shifted and down went that tall, handsome, insane man I married.

Daddy tried to stay calm, but he doesn't do very well with pain... we made it to Target, but not far in the parking lot. I was ordered to stop the car, get out, recline his seat, then go to the hospital. Instead, I called Nurse Kristi. Your Grandma Rodgerson is one cool cookie in situations like this!

We stayed in the parked car and took deep breaths for a long time then finally drove to Grandma's house.

She helped us clean out Daddy's hand. And now Daddy's in bed watching LOST.

He was so silly when he was in so much pain. When we were driving, he said the funniest things when we were driving home!

"Why can't I be like fetching Wolverine?! Then I could fetching heal myself!"

Silence... "Wow... that car's from Maine. That's far" More Silence....

I love him.

Side Story...
Yesterday when I was upset because your father likes to be wrapped up in blankets and not under the covers with me in bed, Grandma Rodgerson told me it was just like when you buy a skirt with a broken zipper. The tag says you get it "As Is" and you like it a lot in the store with the broken zipper. Then you take it home, and you always have the skirt with the broken zipper! Well, it's a bit extreme. But when you get married, you get your spouse AS IS!! I love my broken zipper. He makes me laugh. All the time.

Something New.

The other day I took this video of Trace because I was bored...

I got a crazy idea. 

A new point of view for our blog. Each entry will be addressed to our future children. This is gonna be awesome. 

Credit.

When my dear Trace does something sweet, he never does it so he can get some points or anything like that. I can always tell he does out of genuine love and care. Often times he does it quietly without telling me what's happening. Whether its doing the dishes or just getting up to refill my drink. Last night was a wonderful example. And I would like to give credit where credit is due.
This is a very detailed account. But I never want my kids to not know that their father loves their mother very much.
Around 10:00 I started getting a headache. I usually get a headache around 10:00 it's weird. So I laid on his bed and slept while he cleaned his room and wrote some letters. Then he napped too, we woke up about 11:45 and I felt like I was going to to die. Everyone at work has had the flu so of course I was panicking, praying I wouldn't throw up. Trace had to drive me home anyway, so we went downstairs, he gathered all my things (I had lots of extra stuff for some reason) put me in the car and drove me home. I thought to myself, he is so sweet. But then we got home. He carried everything in and I said "thanks honey, drive safe getting home!" He turned me around, pushed me down to my room (gently), stayed outside the door and pulled it shut. I put my pjs on and opened the door to tell him goodbye, he pulled me upstairs, put toothpaste on my toothbrush and walked out again. Then pulled me back to my room, tucked me in, held my hands and said a beautiful prayer. I said thank you and goodnight and he said "oh I'm not leaving until you're asleep" then Kelsey told us she felt awkward cuz we were whispering so we went upstairs by the fire. He tickled my back (which I think he hates so its even sweeter when he does it for extended periods of time) while I wiggled around wanting to die. I finally found a comfy spot totally facing away from him. Poor thing, I didn't even feel like cuddling. I fell asleep around 12:45 and woke up at 1:30. I hope he slept too. He made sure I'd be ok then drove home on the icy roads.
I have no doubt I am going to be well taken care of the rest of my life.
I love you Tracer.