acadia national park

our next stop in maine was acadia national park. we camped. yes. 8 months pregnant and i camped. camped...but did not sleep. and this was even MY style of camping. you know the kind where you drive up on a paved road, park your car, and pitch your tent by a fire pit and a picnic table? the kind with flushing toilets and running water? wade is not a fan. wade would rather put everything he needs in a backpack and hike 20 miles into the middle of nowhere. (one time, he took me to an REI and started showing me backpacks and hiking boots. I was like, "those are lovely honey, but you already have that stuff." and then he told me that it was for me. ME. I laughed. and that might have been mean, but it really was quite funny. I am not a backpacker.)


we went on some beautiful (and short) hikes to the beach and to the top of a "mountain" that was more like a hill... i think these people are deprived and don't know what a real mountain is. but i have never seen such an amazing coastline and i absolutely fell in love with maine.


we made tin foil dinners and smores that night. The next morning, i PAID $3 for a shower. it was a beautiful thing. it was the shortest shower of my life. and wade thought i was crazy. (and I thought the lady in the stall next to me was crazy...she was singing, LOUDLY. also, I sneezed and she said, "bless you." and I just feel that showers should not be a public thing and I found it odd. but i guess thats what i get for showering while camping.)



lubec, maine

our first night in maine was spent at a cute little bed and breakfast in Lubec, Maine called The Peacock House. It was so quaint and cozy and everything I ever hoped a b&b to be. We stayed in the room called the Captain's Cabin. The next morning, we ate a lovely breakfast with 3 other couples at the same table. They were all old and retired and traveling the world and so stinkin' cute!

the real reason we drove all the way out to lubec, maine was to see the West Quoddy Head Lighthouse. It is on the Easternmost point of the United States and such a looooooooong drive, but I am a fan of lighthouses (I think I inherited that from my mom) and I just had to see this one because it has stripes! oh my poor husband is so supportive of my crazy whims.


we then took a little trail down to the rocky shoreline and walked around the beach. It was so beautiful! wade skipped rocks and explored the tide pools while i...watched. i'm a little off balance with this large accessory and didn't want to risk climbing around slippery rocks. long drives aren't fun with wet bums.


costa vida

wade and I took a much needed vacation away from the city and into maine a few weeks ago. we did so much in just three days, so I'll probably just post them all separately. On our way, we stopped in south portland, maine...and look where we ate!

no, your eyes do not deceive you. that is a true costa vida on the east coast. the one and only, i might add. I believe that one day, i may find myself driving there just for a pork salad. yes, it may be 2 hours away...but desperate times call for desperate measures.


baby shower

my cute ward gave me a baby shower. i love them a lot.

these are the cute presents, party favors and my diaper cake:
baby shower

they sewed cute little shapes onto onesies:

we ate really yummy fall food...like cider and caramel apples. and I was taught many things by the experienced mothers in my ward, some of them quite graphic and disgusting. :) My favorite part of the night was when I opened a box of nursing pads and a girl yelled out, "WHAT are those??" I think she got even more of an education than I did that night. Mothers put their bodies through a lot... (I'm saying this and I haven't even delivered yet?)
thanks to ashley and adrienne for putting on such a fun party!
i also must add that my cute mother-in-law, kristy and my 2nd cousin, cherri gave me showers in utah which were also so great! i just forgot to take pictures... :(
thanks guys!

we feel so blessed and loved! Our little boy is all stocked up on anything he might need. We've been given so many great things and I just can't even wait to use them!



this man's name is gary hennessey. he works for the malden police department. and he is currently my favorite person in the entire world. the story you are about to read is unbelievable.

On Saturday, I was taking this lovely couple - Miriam and Bryant's, pictures in the fall leaves.

We went to a pretty cemetery that was basically desolate. We were the only people there. I find that lugging around my equipment while taking pictures is getting more difficult these days, considering the extra baggage i'm carrying around my mid-section. So I set my camera bag down, by a tree, about ten feet behind me. As we were taking pictures, a man in a silver truck drove by. We thought nothing of it. He drove by again, only this time he stopped for a minute, and slid to the other side of his car and opened the door, then drove away. And we still thought nothing of it. Until five minutes later when I realized that my camera bag that had been so lovingly left by the tree behind me was no longer there. He took my bag!! Snatched it right from underneath my nose and I just let him!

I started to get very nauseous and shaky and sad feeling all over. Because inside that camera bag was my $500 lens. And all my other camera equipment/knick knacks that I have gathered over the years. So we hoped that maybe that man worked for the cemetery. And maybe he was just tidying up...
only why the heck would he take my CAMERA bag if I was standing right there with my CAMERA in my hand? It was very obvious it belonged to me.

So we started to search the cemetery for this silver truck. It was no where to be found. We went to the cemetery office to find out if he worked there. They were closed. So we went back to Miriam and Bryant's apartment and made some phone calls to the city cemetery management, but couldn't get a hold of anyone. At this point, I've pretty much realized that I would never see that precious bag again. And as Miriam so happily put it, "Your chances of getting it back are pretty much zero."

Luckily, my current payment plan for my camera equipment is set up so that I don't have to pay for something that gets lost or stolen. So I called the credit company and they said I needed a police report to prove that it had been stolen. So about 45 minutes after the robbery, we made a call to the police department. I then called Wade to tell him what was going on. He just so happened to be listening to this talk from conference when I called (read it. it's a good one). He didn't mention this to me, but he told me not to worry and that everything would work out. I'm not going to lie, I thought he was full of crap. It would not work out. Things like this don't work out.

The above mentioned man showed up in a very jolly mood. He made me laugh even though I was so upset. And he seemed genuinely interested in helping me get my bag back. He took all my information and the description of my bag down and then suddenly an idea popped into his head. He said, "hey, there's a camera store just a couple blocks away from here. let's go talk to them and tell them to be on the lookout for anyone who might come in trying to sell your lens." I'm so skeptical! I thought it was a ridiculous idea. But I went down there with him anyway.

The manager at the store said he would keep his eye open for someone in a silver truck, but really, thats all the information we could give him. He said he wouldn't just accuse anyone coming in selling a lens of stealing it. And then we left, and I felt like it was pointless going in there.

Miriam and Bryant stayed with me this entire time and were so helpful and supportive. We got back in the car and debated whether or not we should go finish taking pictures. I was pretty grumpy, but figured there was nothing I could do about the situation, so we might as well go finish. We went back to the cemetery and took pictures for about a half hour, when the same police man showed up. He yelled out his window, "Hey! I got your bag back!" And I thought it was a joke. I really did not believe him. He then told me that someone had come to the camera store we went to and tried to sell my lens. He just needed me to come down to the store and identify my equipment and the truck parked outside. Even as we were driving back to the store, I refused to believe that it really was my lens. I didn't want to get my hopes up. Like I said before, things like this just don't work out.

We got to the store and immediately recognized the truck sitting outside. There was the culprit, talking to some policemen and sure enough, it was him. He had told the trade-in manager at the store that his son had dropped his camera in a lake while they were fishing, so he didn't need the lens anymore. Yeah...he left out the part where the fishing was actually stealing, and the lake was actually a cemetery. Anyway, the police showed me the lens and bag and I told them it was mine. So they arrested the poor man and put him in the car right in front of us! And then I felt such sadness for him... such a dumb thing for him to go to jail for.

As we got back in the car, another police man pulled up to the window and told me how lucky I was. He said, "um...that NEVER happens." seriously...how often does stolen merchandise get returned to its owner? So I kept thinking about how "lucky" I was. But once I really started to think about it...I realized it wasn't luck at all. Too many things went right. Too many things could have gone wrong. It just so happened that Gary Hennessey was the police who came to file my report? It just so happened that he thought Hunt's camera store a few blocks away would be a good place to go? It just so happened that the robber chose that store to sell the lens? and it just so happened that we beat the robber to the store before he tried to sell it?

Wade texted me as the police showed up and said, "I'm praying that the cops will know where to find your bag." My cute Wade always has so much faith. Much more than I have. I'm what you would call a realist...which doesn't mean I don't have faith. It just means that certain things in life happen, and I feel that there are natural consequences to those things. And that God doesn't intervene in petty things like camera lenses. But now I'm learning that He does intervene for silly camera lenses. And He knows what's important to me, which means it's important to Him too. And I think He knew that I couldn't possibly handle one more rotten thing to happen to us at this time in our lives (especially financially related...), because I would just be crushed.

and all i can really say about the whole thing is i'm so grateful.

also...i am thinking about naming my first born after him.


wear sunscreen

do you remember this song? I think it came out when I was in Junior High, and still too silly and naive to really believe any of it. But I stumbled upon it again recently...and it's amazing how much I've learned in my wise old age of 23 (ha), because I actually agree with so much of it.

ladies and gentlemen,
wear sunscreen.
if i could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.

the long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own
meandering experience.
i will dispense this advice now.

enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
oh, never mind.
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
but trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can't grasp now
how much possibility lay before you and
how fabulous you really looked.
you are not as fat as you imagine.

don't worry about the future.
or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as
trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.

the real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind,
the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle tuesday.

do one thing every day that scares you.


don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.


don't waste your time in jealousy.
sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
the race is long and, in the end,
it's only with yourself.

remember compliments you receive.

forget the insults.
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
keep your old love letters.
throw away your old bank statements.


don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
the most interesting people i know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
some of the most interesting 40-year-olds i know
still don't.

get plenty of calcium.
be kind to your knees.
you'll miss them when they're gone.

maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much
or berate yourself either.
your choices are half chance.
so are everybody else's.

enjoy your body.
use it every way you can.
don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it.
it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

dance, even if you have nowhere to do it
but your living room.

read the directions,
even if you don't follow them.

do not read beauty magazines.
they will only make you feel ugly.

get to know your parents.
you'll never know when they'll be gone for good.
be nice to your siblings.
they're your best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

understand that friends come and go,
but with a precious few you should hold on.
work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,
because the older you get,
the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

live in new york city once,
but leave before it makes you hard.
live in northern california once,
but leave before it makes you soft.

accept certain inalienable truths.
prices will rise.
politicians will philander.
you, too, will get old.

and when you do,
you'll fantasize that when you were young,
prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble,
and children respected their elders.

respect your elders.

don't expect anyone else to support you.
maybe you have a trust fund.
maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
but you never know when either one might run out.

don't mess too much with your hair
or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

be careful whose advice you buy,
but be patient with those who supply it.
advice is a form of nostalgia.
dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts
and recycling it for more than it's worth.

but trust me on the sunscreen.


Did I mention that we love having Jared and Susan here? And our cute little nephew Jackson? We went up to Salem to see the "sights"...although the sights mostly consisted of a harbor and a cemetery. We went to a cute little candy store where we bought yummy clove and root beer flavored candy and also saw a re-enactment of the Salem witch trials.

"The Salem witch trials occurred in colonial Massachusetts between 1692 and 1693. More than 200 people were accused of practicing witchcraft—the Devil's magic—and 20 were executed. Eventually, the colony admitted the trials were a mistake and compensated the families of those convicted. Since then, the story of the trials has become synonymous with paranoia and injustice, and it continues to beguile the popular imagination more than 300 years later." Read more here.



and I have no idea what this pirate has to do with anything.
but secretly, wade wishes he was one.



remember that time I had a centipede crawl across my stomach?
well I'm sure you didn't think much of it.
I'm sure you thought I was being ridiculous.
I'm sure you thought it was not a big deal.
but I am here to tell you that it was very much a big deal.
also, I would like to show you exactly what it was that so lovingly graced my presence that unforgettable night:

have you ever seen such a thing?
I don't even know if you can even call it a centipede.
call it what you will...
I am being haunted by them daily.
yes. this is a picture of OUR COUCH.
but that is not the only place they exist.
they have also been known to show up in the kitchen sink (which gives me great pleasure because I can then drown them.)
and the bathtub (where they can also be drowned)
and the walls
and the doors
and the carpet
but the good news is they don't make me cry anymore. obviously....
because instead of crying about this one, i took a picture.
it was all for the sake of the blog.
nevertheless, it is proof that I am making progress in my bug freak out episodes.
but this does not mean "centipedes" is not at the top of my list titled: "what i will not miss about massachusetts"



last month, we went whale watching. we hopped on a gigantic boat from a wharf in downtown boston and drove (boated?) far, far, far away from the city and into the middle of the scary, gigantic ocean. and suddenly, there were gigantic animals, known as humpback whales, diving in and out of the water. and i was amazed by the following things:

1. their gigantic-ness


2. the water shooting out of their blow holes

3. and just mostly their gigantic-ness.

(i feel that i must take credit for this picture. i'm that proud of it.)

oh, and our hair...after a very speedy and windy ride...

i know. it's awesome.

p.s. i promise not to use gigantic as a descriptive word anymore.

i think i've out used it for the next year.


it's coming...

here's my belly at 36 weeks...
could it be any bigger?!
also, here's wade's belly...
he wanted in on the fun too.


side note:
i just love you guys!
all of you who read my blog and write such nice things and make me feel so much better about my life.
and i know i'm the worst at commenting,
but i still read your blogs all the time and i think you're all amazing, talented, beautiful people.
is that cheesy? it's true.

side note #2:
dear mom and dad,
i miss you. a lot. and i can't wait until you come visit.