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We got a little rained out on this shoot -- but Melanie has awesome skills and managed to get some great shots while navigating the irrigation ditches and the oncoming rainstorm. She's amazing.

Will one of you guys come out here and comment on the meat I'm grilling?

You can't fake a grin like that. This birthday boy finally got his smoker grill. You can fit a whole pig in there...apparently. So useful since our pork farm has really taken off.

Love you babe-- and Happy 26th!!

p.s...I was looking through our wedding slideshow to look at what a Brittany/Michael Baby combo might look like and stumbled upon this photo...couldn't resist throwing it in there since obviously some things don't change. 

Burgeoning Bump

My alien baby literally trying to bust out of my uterus -- it gets exciting around 1:00 -- and the rhythmic up and downs going constantly are just me trying to breathe...don't worry about it -- I can get more oxygen later. 

Mike being cute with Maggie at a Sunday dinner. Not going to lie...the hormones were loving this. 

Posing with my brother at his soccer game. While Utah State didn't win against the Cougars...I now have to say that ashamedly quiet since our own embarrassing loss to the Aggies... Don't know what the world has come to....

Deadly Every After Murder Mystery Dinner

We had the pleasure of attending a "literary" murder mystery dinner with my study group last weekend. Brittany Bayles and Erica Kiefer were our talented hostesses -- who did a fabulous job of pulling the event off.

I went as Snow White...courtesy of my Mom's costume which thankfully included enough stretchy fabric to accomodate my bump. Needless to say, my pleas to find true love were not taken as seriously with my burgeoning belly underfoot.

Michael went as the strong, silent Robin Hood. I made most of his costume and found the green sweats at DI.

This was Michael beating Erica at a highly-contested musical chairs match. I'll let you be the judge if it was a fair match...surface area-wise.

I'm your huckleberry...

If you need some inspiration for a different date-night activity, one filled with classic romanticism, windswept plains, and the pinging noises of bullets bouncing off of shattered refuse -- may I suggest a shooting double-date.



Please note that I did not actually shoot the gun from this position...I was having severe wind-tousled hair issues and was trying to get my locks out of my face before unloading on the unwary clay pigeon assailant.







As Tallahassee said in Zombieland, "Thank Goodness for rednecks!"

And thanks to our cousin David who went with us with his wife Shalynna and took these amazing pictures!!

29 Weeks