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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Noah's Three!

I hope all of my posts don't have an explanation point in the title...
On Saturday, March 17, 2007, we had Noah's birthday party with his friends. That wasn't the best part about Noah turning three, however. On Sunday, March 11, 2007 (Noah's real birthday), we went to church at 12:59 PM, just like any other Sunday. Noah was insanely hyper and in need of a nap, just like any other Sunday. Little did he know... ("I've taught classes on little did he know") that this sacrament meeting would change his life forever.

While the deacons were passing the water for the sacrament, Noah started to wimper that his tummy hurt. At this point, I thought to myself, "I just need to finish the sacrament, and then I'll take him out." Kristi turned to me and whispered, "you'd better take him out after you take the sacrament." Just then, Noah's wimpers excalated into a wail, and... he barfed all over me. He barfed all over me, the pew, the floor, and himself, of course. I whisked him away to the bathroom while he was crying, "I spit up... I spit up... my tummy hurts... I'm sorry I spit up..."

It took me half an hour to get the chunks out of our clothes and hair. Then, I took him out to the car in his undies.

It sucked.

Jer Gets A Truck!

On Saturday, March 17, 2007, I went down to St. George and bought a truck. I have been searching for a truck for a long time now, and none of the ones I looked at seemed to do the trick. That is, of course, until I found this one. Actually, Kristi picked this one out. We went down to St. George on Thursday to do some shopping and run some errands. She said that we could stop and look at trucks (since I called ahead and made an appointment). We went to the used truck part of the lot and began to look. I was looking at Chevies and Dodges mostly. On the way down to St. George, Kristi was asking me specifics on what I wanted in a truck. I told her a bunch of crap like 4 doors, big backseat, tow package, etc. Being a girl, she actually listened to me and tried to picture that truck. Being a boy, all I really cared about was a loud engine and big tires. Anyway, she walked right over to this Ford and said, "what about this one?" I was like, "No." Then she reminded me about our conversation on the way down and asked, "what don't you like about this one?" Then I decided to take it for a test drive. I fell in love. So, here it sits in my driveway.