date night surprise.

about a month ago, i decided that i wanted to plan a surprise overnight getaway for Tayl for our anniversary.

when I thought about leaving my baby overnight, I panicked. but I was reassured by my beef, Jen, that he would be perfectly fine and there was nothing wrong with leaving him for one night.

So I swallowed all of my worries and booked the hotel, hoping that I would be able to pull this off.

Taylor knew that my dad and step-mom were going to babysit while we went on a date. We decided to go to Color Me Mine and get sushi for dinner and then that was it. It just so happened that Color Me Mine was having a pajama night where if you show up in your PJs the studio fee per person is 2 dollars instead 10. So we agreed that we would do that, because we're always just going to dinner and movie and it would be something different.

So we showed up to that place in our pajamas like a couple of geeky teenagers on a prom date and the girl at the counter is like, "are you guys here to paint?" I was like, "no, we just like to loiter at places of business in pajamas for the hell of it." Okay, I didn't really say that. If I had a dime for the number of times I have to swallow back some mean sarcastic comment because of something stupid a stranger said, I'd have like 50 dollars in dimes.

Anyway, it turns out that they had no available tables for painting. So they said they would put us on a waiting list and call when something opened up. So immediately I'm like, F this. (F as in forget) we walked back to the car, and I looked up what time and where The Grand Budapest Hotel was playing. We had just enough time to get downtown. We changed our clothes in the parking deck like hobos and made it just in time.

After the movie, we went to go get sushi.  When we pulled up to the restaurant I noticed that it was right across from the hotel. Which was really convenient.

Prior to the date I thought about ways I could execute letting Taylor know about the hotel stay. I wasn't sure how I would be able to pull it off and so on the way to dinner I shot from the hip and told him I was buying his anniversary present from a guy on craigslist but the guy wanted to meet in the lobby of this hotel. Tayl was slightly concerned about this, "should I go in with you?" "are you gonna be okay?" "maybe you should talk to me on the phone while you're walking up to him." but I assured him all would be fine and I didn't want him to see what I was getting him. I told him not to pull up to the doors cause I didn't want him to see. So I went inside, checked in, and walked back out to the car. I got inside and handed him the room key and said "Happy Anniversary" he stared at them for like what seemed like forever as though he had no idea what he was holding in his hand. Finally he said, "wait, are we staying here?"

At first he didn't seem like he was very excited. But then I realized that I had about a month to prepare for leaving the baby overnight without one of us, Taylor had none time to mentally prepare so he was just trying to process, that boy loves his baby, like a lot. In the end he was excited and happy.

Then we went up to our hotel room, watched the news, kissed each other goodnight, and went straight to bed.

(I'm lying about that part. But I'll spare you the details.)

the one that got away.

*WARNING* love and emotions.

today is our 3 year anniversary. so this is kind of a love letter to my husband. except a love letter that other people can read because no one wants to read the ones I write privately because they would gag or throw up  and/or cry. I guess this might induce the same reaction but in a different way...

sometimes I think about how easy it would have been for Taylor and I not to end up together and it blows my mind. actually I'll be honest, it terrifies me. which is stupid. because why would you be scared of something that never happened? It was just too many close calls. Like dodging bullets. If you would have just slightly tweaked one thing in either of our lives, we could have just never met. Or met but ended up with someone else, anyway.

I think about how many people have the one person in their life that they label as "the one that got away" and how horrible it must feel to live a life of "what ifs" or "what could have beens".

Taylor is my one that got away, that didn't really ever get away. I know that there are lots of people who feel that way about the one they ended up with too. So it's not like we're some kind of needle in a haystack but we are one of the lucky ones. To be in love with no regrets. To know that we are exactly where we belong.

I may hate where I live, but it doesn't make me feel any less blessed. I am married to the man of my dreams and I got to have his beautiful baby and will hopefully pop out a few more in the coming years, and maybe one day live somewhere that I don't hate...

When I think back on our life so far, scenes play through my mind like a movie montage (cue bryan adams cheesy 80's ballad) we're getting engaged and fighting more than ever, we make it through and we're getting married, we're on our honeymoon without a care in the world, we're back to reality, we're getting into debt, we're stressed about our future, we fight sometimes, then we make up, we're relieved when Taylor gets a job, we are living in the UK (seriously, who gets to just live in the UK all expenses paid?), we're homesick, we're moving to Savannah, I'm mad about something, Taylor makes it where I can't stay mad, find out I'm pregnant, 5 days later, miscarriage, Taylor leaves for China for a month, we're skyping, he comes home, we're kissing, we're laughing, we're enjoying Savannah, suddenly we're unemployed, we're bickering, then we're laughing again, he gets a job in Idaho, total shock, we drive to Idaho, when we arrive first thing, I see a lady wearing a scrunchie and I cry because I hate it here, Taylor laughs at me, we live in a camper for a month, we buy our first house, we're settling in, get another dog, a reckless valentine's day, pregnancy test positive, in shock, then really happy, Taylor bringing me cold rags and glasses of water as I barf into the toilet every morning, getting ready for baby, baby gets here, in love with him, adjusting to parenthood, and suddenly we realize we've been
at this for 3 years and we're still in love.

In the scheme of things, 3 years isn't even that long. And the speed at which it has all taken place makes it feel like it's only been a few months.We've seen a lot of places and been through a lot of changes and ups and downs and I'm glad I picked a good one to do it all with.

happy anniversary my love. you're the only one for me, even if we are 11th cousins.

notes on the bathroom mirror.

before Emerson came along. marriage was easy. when you have nothing but each other it's not hard to make time to spend quality time with each other and connect and be romantic or whatever.

but then a third person comes into your world and you both love him immensely and he changes your world and he IS your world. So then you have to retrain yourselves to set aside time to also focus on each other sometimes. and it isn't exactly easy to, but it's necessary. 

we've been able to go on a couple date nights while my dad and step mom babysat for us. which has been wonderful but they don't live close so those don't come often. so I've been trying to get creative.

I bought a dry erase marker to keep in the bathroom to write each other sweet little love notes. I am pretty sure I saw this idea on pinterest. and I thought aww, cute. 

but because it is us we're talking about, "sweet" is the last thing they've been.

Obscene love notes would be a better description. Because we are perverted and immature. Obviously I'm not going to relay the messages that have been written on the mirror, because they would burn your eyes.

But nonetheless, that is what makes us perfect for each other so it's a nice reminder of why we are in love. And you know, the notes aren't totally perverted all the time, sometimes they are actually sweet, or sometimes they are sweet but slightly cutting. I.E. this.

"Tayl, I <3 you even though you left the diaper bag. <3/kynslie xoxo"

So now I understand what people meant when they said marriage was hard, but it's still not really THAT hard. just like, have to actually make sure we don't get totally lost in parenthood and forget to be lovers. (sorry that word is SO gross, but... I wasn't sure what other word would get the point across.)

a slightly sporadic and moderately vague post about love.

Something about the anniversary of things makes everyone sentimental. And today is no different for me, so I apologize in advance.

today we have been married for 2 years. It has blown by so quickly that I can hardly believe it's really been that long. it's so cliche to talk about how quickly time flies, but it seriously does. I'm afraid if I blink I'll open my eyes and it we'll be celebrating 50 years together.

If you could be a fly on the wall in our house (which isn't to say we have a lot of flies in our house...) you might catch me every once in a while saying something along the lines of how sad it is that Taylor and I don't have the kind of "love at first sight" love story. Because it was more like a "Hi, you're a person. Nice to meet you." story the first time we met. But in all seriousness, I wouldn't trade any of it for anything. My whole life, all of the best friendships I've had are with people who had a different impression of me than who I actually was (It's probably because I seem mean and disinterested, but that's just the way my face is, sorry.)
and then as they invested time in me, I grew on them. Because they really got to know me. And getting to know the man who is now my husband was no different.

I could just make a over-zealous facebook status about how MY HUSBAND IS THE BESSSTTTT!!!!! HE BOUGHT ME FLOWERS!!!! But my husband is so much more than that to me. If I could ever even put it in to words, I would. However, I don't know how to. I don't know how to properly explain that after four years with him, I have never for one second thought, "am I with the right person?" even during the times where we don't see eye to eye. It's more than just the butterfly magical feeling that happens at the beginning (which is an amazing feeling nonetheless). And I know this isn't necessarily rare, but with such a high divorce rate in this country, it gives me hope to know that even when I HATE HIM AND I WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE FOR BEING A TOTAL IDIOT, I still love the hell out of him and even in those moments I'm not too proud to tell him I love him out loud. And I would literally ruin the life of any person that ever tried to harm him or speak ill of him. I'm being dramatic, but it's true.

I have literally followed this guy all over the world. I married him in Utah and he took me to Hawaii to celebrate, and then to South Carolina for a temporary job, and then to England for training and then to Savannah  and now to Idaho (the glamour of my life has basically completely diminished) And I'd do it a hundred more times if you gave me the chance.

Taylor Giddens is not perfect at all, and neither am I, and even as a couple put together, we are not perfect. But we are perfect FOR each other. (You knew that was coming, didn't you?) I keep trying to spit this all out without saying all the things that have been said or things you expect me to say, but sometimes romantic things are hard to express without sounding overly cliche.

Here are some links to some other times I tried to explain my feelings for this guy publicly on the internet like a freak girl:

This time when it was way too early on to be talking like this but I already knew.

This time when I was being dramatic about how much better Taylor was than my ex-boyfriend (he is though. It's been scientifically proven in a social science experiment I conducted.)

This post where I was trying to be sweet but I am actually kind of rude to single people. Sorry.


Here's to a 1000 more years Tayl. I love you.

i-15 southbound.

the last two weekends we have traveled outside the grasps of potato hell. the first was Easter weekend where we went down to Manti, UT (my hometown). It is typically--- supposedly a 5 hour drive. But for us it turned into a 7 hour drive. On account of the fact that poor Tayl got food poisoning that LUCKILY, kicked in 2 hours into our drive. Barfy McGee had a real rough trip and I was tired and grumpy so I wasn't nice. Until we finally got there and I saw him in the light and his face was actually GRAY and he was shaking like a Polaroid.  He luckily recovered in time for Easter lunch and we had a short little less than 5 hour ride home.
The thing that changed my life Easter weekend: Discovering Dr. Pepper with coconut syrup at Sip It. *DROOL*

NOW this weekend we decided to sneak away for a lovers night getaway to SLC to celebrate our 2 year anniversary a little early. I looked forward to this little trip for two weeks. It's almost all I thought about at work. AND LUCKILY we were able to catch sessions of conference on the radio on the ride down. We decided to eat at Tucano's a Brazilian Steak house (unlimited MEATS) for lunch and then catch an early showing of JURASSIC PARK 3D IN IMAX (WHICH WAS AWWWEEEESSSOOOMMMEEE). Then for dinner we went for sushi at a tasty little place called Simply Sushi. Which has endless sushi for 21 bucks. ANYWAY, We did more than just eat and watch a movie. But for the sake of censorship, I will spare you. But in closing: I love Salt Lake City, and I love my Tayl.

HOW TO COPE WITH UNEMPLOYMENT.

look, I already look kind of homeless and it's not so bad.

sometimes your husband gets laid off, and sometimes you need to do things that keep you from being depressed while taking a break from near constant job hunting.

 here are things we've been doing instead of crying:

well for starters, I've been cooking/baking a lot. Like almost every night. And I'm sure better housewives (and mothers) than me would scoff at that, but I mean I've been going HARD in the kitchen. Like I am getting in trouble because we have too much leftovers.

For example, I've made this (as pictured above). and this. and this to go with these. and this. and these.

And most of it was with the help of my lovely new kitchenaid!

Which I'd like to point out was pretty much free.

We spent almost 5 days straight in the house in attempt to find a job for Taylor and also save money, obviously. BUT yesterday we caved and decided to go see The Dark Knight Rises. DON'T WORRY, it was the super matinee so it was only 5.50 a ticket. And Batman is my favorite so I had to go, finally.

It was sooo grood.


To supplement our income and also to be nice we have been dog sitting for the family that I "nanny" for while they are out of town for the week. It sure is different having  TWO regular sized shedding dogs in our house on top of my sassy little virtually shed free cotton ball. But they are really sweet and Lux likes to boss them around and make sure they don't get on the couch and they think she is an idiot, but strangely, they are also scared of her. Also they are basically in love with Taylor.

the boss

lily and ella

And then today we decided to plant some flowers in our ugly back yard.

IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL I MIGHT NEED TO HAVE A GARDEN PARTY!! and get some G.D. garden lanterns.

If you're wondering how the job search is going, it's going well. I mean not well in the sense that we have any specific leads but there are plenty of jobs for Taylor to apply for. In fact, so far I've compiled a list of about 80. And that was a list I made while being picky about locations. Currently Tayl is thinking about switching to teaching so we're trying to get more information about doing that. So if anyone knows anything about becoming a teacher in the state of Georgia (for someone with a Masters Degree), holla at us.

All of your kind words and prayers and helpfulness and well wishes are GREATLY appreciated. We love you all! We're gonna be okay. Probably. But if not, I think I could find a way to make a cardboard box a home. I'm resourceful.

We were bored, so I curled Taylor's hair.

it got really weird, really fast. 

but hey, at least I didn't put make-up on him.

the time Taylor's neighbor got shot.

throughout our travels i have found that when men tell stories to a group of people, their women (wife, girlfriend, fiance) like to "help" them tell the story. even, though, typically, it's a story that the woman was not around for, so most of the time their additions are either embellished or completely inaccurate. and so when this happens, it takes at least double the time for the guy to get through the story because she interrupts, or he has to constantly correct her.

in this video, Taylor tells the story of the time his neighbor was shot in the middle of the night. This was several years ago before we even met, but I help him tell the story anyway.

and sorry, a couple of times I almost busted up, because I think we are so hilarious.

ENJOY. (Nice thumbnail huh?)

 

don't forget about the GIVEAWAY.

friday i'm in love. then it's saturday and i hate you.

I know it's not kosher to make things like this public, but now it's funny to me, and I want to remember it. So I am blogging about it.

All week long I look forward to the weekend, for one reason, and one reason only, because Taylor doesn't have to work on Saturdays and we get to hang out all day.

I suppose since we're going to spend thousands of Saturdays together in our lifetime, I should expect some of them to be a bust. And this Saturday was a bust.

I don't really know what it was but a couple hours after waking up, I found myself snapping at Taylor for no reason.

 And it 

   all went 

    downhill 

     from there.

We went to the grocery store and disagreed about pretty much every single thing that went in our cart. And Publix was really busy, so I'm sure the other people in there thought we were nuts. THEN, it got to the point where I would be like, "We need this, let's get this brand of it." and Taylor would be like, "Um, no, we need this brand." and then I would be all,  "FINE!! FINE! FINE. JUST GET IT. YOU'RE RIGHT .YOU'RE ALWAYS RIGHT." And I would storm off, but then obviously have to come right back, cause where am I supposed to go?

So, as the day went on it was like that with every single thing that happened. I found that the worse mood I got in, the more it rubbed off onto Taylor. And before I knew it we were both in such rotten moods, and I realized that no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that it was all his fault, I couldn't. Because it was actually my fault. But it was TOO LATE to fix it, because I'm prideful and once I pick an emotion, I stick with it.

Later on, on our way to Stake Conference, I finally told him I was sorry for being so mean. And he also apologized. 

Afterwards we went and got ChikFilA and laughed about how we hated each other all day. 

Then we went home and made out.

And now we love each other again.

On a slightly related note, here's my book recommendation for wives and future wives:

The only rule is that if you're going to read it, you have to put aside whatever triggers you to be offended by things, and open up your mind. Because otherwise, you're going to be mad and feel like she's saying it's entirely the woman's fault. Which she kind of is, but that's because, if you married a normal, nice guy (like me), it usually IS the woman's fault (just like Saturday being ihateUday, was pretty much my fault.) .. Anyway, you'll have to read and tell me what you think. I don't necessarily agree with everything in the entire book, but I feel like she definitely brings up some good points. 

sippin on juice and juice.

here's what we're up to.

recently we watched this movie (it's available on netflix and huluplus)







And needless to say, we were inspired. not only were WE inspired, but the entire Giddens clan was inspired. some pulled out and dusted off their old juicers and others bought brand new ones.  We wanted to get our juice on. 
this weekend while we were in Valdosta celebrating Kendall & Laney's first birthdays, we tried out some juicing as a family. 
here's some testimonials:
April: "It's actually pretty delicious."
Nana: "I think you could just blend and it would be just as good."
Pop: "Can I juice a honey glazed ham?"
Thomas: "No way, I'm not juicing. I don't eat food!"
Jamie: "I'm pregnant. Where's the bacon?" 
John: "I'm going full force on a juice fast. Next stop, total health transformation."
Angie: "John, get me a Dr. Pepper. STAT." 
Alex: "Taylor bribed me with money to drink some mean green juice. I would have done it for free."

As for Taylor and I, we're trying it out. Slowly. We borrowed nana and pop's Jack Lalane juicer and Taylor tried it out last night. I actually, really don't mind the juice, but it always comes out warm and I like my beverages to be icy cold. So I went ahead and tried out this smoothie recipe (which I found on, of course, PINTEREST) in the blender which proved to be satisfying and delicious:
1/2 Cup Frozen Peaches1/2 cup frozen mango2 bananasa couple of handfuls of fresh spinachIcea little bit of water to help blend
Blend, and enjoy.
Super easy, super delicious.
Anyway, back to the juicing. Juicing is fun, and it's super good for you. The guy in the movie went on 60 day juice fast and did nothing but juice. He lost 80 pounds and was able to completely wean himself off of his autoimmune disease meds. I'm not sure that we will ever get to the point where we go total juice, but I would really like to see us get into juicing regularly. we only get this one body and i want to start taking better care of it. 

FRESH BEETz

I'm not totally loving the juice yet though, but I feel like there are so many options out there that maybe I will find something that I like, or maybe it's like beer and I will eventually acquire the taste for it. I know Taylor is pretty excited about juicing and I think it's important to support him. It would probably be really hard for him if i was eating bacon and chocolate while he's trying to be healthy. 
if you are interested in trying out some of the juice recipes that we're all trying, you can click HERE!

shaving.

i know that technically, as a married blogger i am supposed to update on the holiday happenings. but this isn't it. maybe tomorrow.

i love Taylor's beard. seriously, i love it. it's multi colored and a little gingery, but i just think he is so cute with a beard. i love him without it too. but i really feel like he is personalizing his face specifically for me when he sports his technicolor dream beard.

but sometimes, he has to shave it. i don't really understand why, but i guess it's probably good to let your face breathe once in awhile

at first i would get really sad when he would shave it. but it grows back pretty fast, so it's fine. but we've (Tay) has gotten into this new thing where he shaves it but he likes to take multiple hours to do so.

he'll shave it into weird designs and hang out like that before he shaves it all off and then try to make out with me and it upsets me. he'll do mutton chops, Hitler stache, goatee, chinstraps etc., but today he did the worst thing ever, he did a Fred Durst-esque kind of thing and it was extremely unsettling.

April is visiting us and she encourages his exploration of facial hair design, as she finds it humorous or cool. i am definitely an advocate for comedic and/or ironic facial hair but not when it comes to the man that i share my home and bed with.

it's harder for me to love him when he looks like he belongs in a limp bizkit video.

don't worry though, i bartered some kisses to get him to shave it off and it's gone now.

for my husband, i prefer a nice manly mustache. or a well trimmed beard. but legally i am obligated to love him, even when he looks like trash and takes pictures of himself in the mirror to amplify the trashiness.

sigh.

best 2 years.

Today I reached a milestone no other female has reached before.

I have officially been Taylor Giddens' woman (girlfriend, fiance, WIFE) for 2 years.

Most people know the story. And I'm not going to get real far into it. But let's just say, Taylor and I had a real immature start. I mean, homeboy, asked me to be his girlfriend on facebook. and let's not talk about how twitterpatted I got over that move.

Anyway, I wish that I could say that we've gotten more mature over the past 2 years, but we have not. We stay up way too late playing video games on work nights. We laugh at tasteless jokes. And we eat children's cereals.

But I think it makes for more fun.

Anyway, I made this little slideshow with a picture of us together for every month we've been together. It took me like 3 days to gather these together, and some of them are really ridiculous cause I REALLY had to scrape...even cell phone pics. (So not our style, right?)

(However, November is missing, because we weren't actually together until December...see: facebook relationship.)

Honestly, you'll probably think this video is lame. But it's FINE.

we're in love.

a post that might make you vomit.

considered yourself warned.

This is one of those posts that I am mostly writing for myself. I never really considered a blog to be something I did for myself (rather, we blog for attention) until I was saying how I didn't feel like blogging one day, but I felt like I needed to, for our family and friends. That's when my best friend told me that I shouldn't blog for anyone but MYSELF (and I guess my husband too..) as a way of documenting our lives.

THIS GUY. 

So if you haven't guessed already, this is going to be a post about how much I love my husband.  It's a post for me to reflect back on when I am feeling like he takes too long to get out of the house when we're leaving, or when he's snoring too loud for me to sleep, or when he acts like a diva because he is hungry.  A post where I remember not to take him for granted.

I am not sure where to start so I'll start at the beginning.

I was pretty sure that I was doomed to be with a crappy guy who I would probably end up divorcing. This wasn't really a self esteem issue, it was just based on the women in my family (my mom, my aunt, my grandma) and the men I had dated up until I met Taylor.

This was how I KNEW that Taylor had to be TOO good to be true. There had to be some horrible awful qualities that would definitely ruin my life.

I figured I had better move to Atlanta to be sure.

Moving to Atlanta sucked. I left a lot behind in Utah, including people who loved me. I remember one of the first days of being there I was at Institute at the church and I overheard some girls talking about how weird I was and they were surprised that Taylor was so crazy about ME. It really hurt my feelings, and I would be lying if I said it didn't make me hate them a little bit. Especially because it made me realize that probably a lot of girls felt that way.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? It didn't matter. They were rude and catty. But they were right. I am STILL surprised that Taylor is crazy about ME.

This is the part where I tell you what's so great about him.

BESIDES THAT HE IS SO HANDSOME


He is so sweet (some people call him gay), he gives everyone the benefit of the doubt, he will talk to anyone about anything, he takes SUCH GOOD care of me, he doesn't mind cooking dinner or doing laundry sometimes, he opens doors for me, he goes out of his way to make sure I get GOOD shampoo, he will help anyone, at anytime, no questions asked, he likes to spend time with me, he laughs at my jokes, he doesn't always say the right thing, which I love, because I know he's sincere when he says lovely things, he has never lied to me, I always know he will tell the truth, he gives Lux haircuts, he actually kisses and hugs me TOO MUCH (I would rather have too much, making people gag, than not enough), he likes children, he tells me I'm pretty, he eats what I cook even if it sucks, he lets me be who I am, he doesn't care when I fart on him, he always wakes me up to kiss and hug me goodbye in the morning, he fixes stuff, he likes my friends, he encourages me to do the things I love, and most importantly he cherishes my good qualities instead of focusing on the bad all the time.

There's actually like 1000 more great qualities about Taylor but we would be here for days.

If that made you WAY jealous, and you are single, here are some tips on how to bag a classy gentleman like Tayl Giddens.

1. Be funny and/or charming.
2. Be at least mildly attractive. (i.e. Brush your hair.)
3. Don't be a psycho.

That's pretty much it. Good luck!

let me take you to da movies.

The first time we went to the movie theater, I was pretty sure my English movie experience was doomed forever. We went to the Odeon in Oxford and it was gross. The popcorn was gross, and I don't even like popcorn. They only had Pepsi. No ice. The place smelled like pee and the theaters were small and the seats were crappy. 

I never wanted to go back there, and I didn't think going to the movies was going to be something that we did while we were here. Which was kind of disappointing, because I really love going to the movies.

One Saturday, we went to the adjacent town, Didcot, for Taylor to get his haircut. It was here we would accidentally discover our town favorite local things, and (also not to ever get Taylor's haircut at a place called "The Cutting Bar" ever again.)

Cineworld and Prezzo.

Cineworld is a movie theater (cinema) that is closely modeled from American movie theaters. The popcorn is good, the place is clean, they have ice, the seats are comfy, and even better, they have bargain Tuesdays. And so that's how Tuesday's became date night.

Consequently, right around the corner from Cineworld, is Prezzo. A delicious little Italian restaurant chain. (I've found that the places we've eaten the most, have been Italian. Strange.) Prezzo has this amazing dish that just changed our lives, Penne Con Salmone. It's uH mAze ING. Loaded with slices of chile peppers, broccoli, oakwood smoked salmon, and FLAVOR. Sorry I am like drooling just talking about it. Oh, the life of a fat girl. 

Anyway, so we have decided that our new tradition is TUESDAY DATE NIGHT: go to the movies for bargain Tuesdays and have dinner at Prezzo, where we will become regulars. 

TODAY (WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 14th) Taylor's sister, April is coming to visit us for three weeks!! So she gets to come with us to Tuesday date night. PARTY!

Here's us getting ready to walk out the door this picture is creepy of me but Tayl looks good:

Also a new game we played in the car, make up potentially obscene lyrics to instrumental songs. Inspired by this song:

Framing the Question for Success

Sometimes I like to frame questions to Kynslie so I can get a specific response like, "Compared to everything you've ever eaten in your life how were those crepes?" looking for the answer "better" because it avoids the use of the superlative "best" which is harder to get someone to say, or like when she complains about her feet hurting while we're supposed to be walking around having fun I ask, "How many of your feet hurt?" knowing that the answer will be both and it will immediately conjure up spirit-lifting images of nicole337 singing one of her originals, "Both of My Feet Hurt".

Honeymooners.

Here are some pics from our fantastic Honeymoon (I apologize in advance, I am never good at coming up with clever captions.):

This is our duck that hung out by our balcony waiting for food. I liked him.

Sunset from our hotel.

WHALE WATCHING! Which was my all time favorite thing. Even though I got a 3rd degree burn on my shoulders.

It was even more awesome in real life.

blow. hole.

We're on a boat.

That  dark spot was the whale that swam RIGHT under our boat. I think.

Whale

Whale

Bye.

Submarine Tour

We were about 100 ft down, so it wasn't very colorful.

Fish

The sleeping shark, it was actually really small, so it seemed really lame compared to the whales we saw before.

Sunken ship, that the submarine company sunk on purpose, lame.

Eagle ray

View from our hotel again.

On our way to Sushi

Oh, this was the sub. a little out of sequence with the pics.

Fat tourists on their way to the luau. I wanted to get a matching moo moo but the asian lady at the shop said it was for grandma's and wouldn't allow me to purchase it. What a buzzkill.

Helicopter tour! This was Tay's favorite.

Honestly, I don't remember the names of stuff.

west maui?

Anyway come over sometime and watch the DVD of our tour. You can hear Tay ask a lot of questions. And hear our pilot who we are unsure if he was a person or a robot. He had a very soothing voice, and we never saw his face.

Molokai

highest seacliffs ever.

Taylor really loves this picture.

We saw whales from the helicopter!!

it was awesome.

Legitimate.

We had an awesoooome time. I cry everyday and say I WANT TO GO BACK TO MAUI!!! We ate shave ice after every meal, we had breakfast outside every morning and birds would just come up and hang out by us like it was no big deal. We met some awesome locals, and we did other stuff, but I'm too lazy to write about it.

Anyway, we love each other, and we have fun together, so we probably could have enjoyed ourselves any place, but we're glad we choose Maui.