Birthday Boy

It's Trace's birthday! Happy birthday future daddy!! (Just a reminder, this blog is ALWAYS directed towards our future kids; that was not an announcement.)

I know we haven't been very active on this blog, but I wanna wish my amazing partner in crime a happy birthday.




We have almost been married for 6 months! That's crazy! Here are some things I have loved about my best friend during this fun newlywed time.




He goes to bed late, which I don't like. But he always makes sure to say prayers with me and kiss my head.







He always puts family first. He is always saying we should stop by and say hi. I love when he asks when we get to watch the nephews again.




He is always trying to speak my love language. Which changes really often. I can always tell that he is trying to convey his love for me. I adore that.




He is always willing to run errands with me, even on busy Saturdays.

I also love his music. So I hope he enjoys his new recording equipment!!

Love you honey bunch.

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.