show me the baby.

Yes, it's been over a month since I have updated this little blog; but, let's be honest, there were some things that trump a blog in life (like school, and my husband, and my job). To do a quick re-cap, Robert has been busy finishing secondary medical school applications, running a business, taking sixteen credits and working up a storm. My professor always says, "don't complain about the pain, just show me the baby!". So, here is glimpse of Robert's "baby":

(so for all of you Rexburgians, you should come to Paint & Fire Ceramics)

Okay, so he hasn't been busy matchmaking, but that is his company's latest commercial. And Robert dies laughing when he watches that commercial. every.single.time. And then he spends the next hour singing "I believe in miracles, you sexy thing".

As for me, I don't really have a baby to show for my semester thus far...... just a husband who keeps losing weight (but since I am his "personal trainer" for the semester, I guess that would be more of my failure. The kid is crazy.) He does have wicked sweet abs now, but I won't share that "baby" with you, I don't know how I feel about posting a picture of my husband's abs on our family friendly blog. awkward.
I have just been loving my job as the head anatomy TA. In all honesty it's probably been my favorite part of the semester. Up until Saturday I was also loving my sewing class, but then we got into a bloody battle and the sewing machine won. I now have a hole in my finger and a nice accent of blood on my bedskirt.

Exactly a month ago, there was also another addition to the Wixom grand babies. This is Nat's little hunk, Emerson.

(this is my favorite picture)

His hair sticks straight up naturally, and I think it's the cutest thing in the world. I finally get to see him on Saturday, and I am stoked.

I wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving! Drive safe :)

A little BNS

If I lived in a perfect world.....

I would be living in London while still attending BYU-Idaho while having a job as an airline stewardess while participating in a flash mob daily; there wouldn't be a 6 week wait for medical school application, there would be fifty hours in one day, the so called "high salary" at BYU-I would be above $9 an hour, Joshua Radin would be my personal troubadour, and most importantly my butternut squash plant wouldn't look like this:

Back in June Robert and I planted in our square foot garden. I don't have any good pictures of our beauty before it bit the dust, but it was quite lovely. We had a voluminous butternut squash plant, peppers, beets, basil, (a) tomato (that died), and cauliflower that was attacked and then killed by aphids. Okay, so about half of our garden was successful, but I can't even begin to tell you my excitement for this squash. 

Two years ago I was living in London, and my parents came to visit for Thanksgiving. We took a lovely trip over to Plymouth. For Thanksgiving dinner we ate at this incredible restaurant that completely changed my palate. It was a fancy restaurant that may or may not have been owned by Jamie Oliver (by far the fanciest I have ever been to). Layne and I both had a butternut squash risotto (which I want to weep thinking about) that gave me a strange fascination with the squash. 

The thing I looked forward to most about Autumn (besides the colors) this year was the chance to eat my homegrown butternut squash. FAIL. An early Rexburg frost robbed me of that opportunity.

 But, when the weather fails, WINCO doesn't (bonus points, it also doesn't force me to break my wallet). Butternut squash was eighty cents a pound, and I jumped all over that one. Good thing my husband is a good sport, and will eat whatever is put in front of him (except butter, cream, grease, overly sweet things, or high fat foods. but that is another story). The last few days our dinners have consistently been orangey, and delicious. 

butternut squash risotto (a favorite), butternut squash curry, roasted butternut squash, butternut squash macaroni, butternut squash soup, mmmmmm. Did I mention I heart butternut squash?

highlights

One of my most favorite things about the church I belong to is the chance that we have to listen to the Prophet(s) of the Lord twice a year. (plus, who doesn't love being able to have church on their couch in PJ's? Just sayin') On my favorite family traditions is having breakfast with family friends (usually waffles) before the morning session. This year Robert and I had some friends over on Saturday morning for waffles and a hash.

We were just sitting down to our waffles when we heard the announcement that has gone viral. (the poor people who aren't a member of my church are probably very confused by all the talk on FB). Young Men can now go on missions at the age of 18, after they have graduated high school. The age for women has also decreased two years, to 19! In summary, this is what was gained from Saturday morning:

(my awesome aunt made this)

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And then there was the talk given by Dallin H. Oaks. This was one of my favorite talks given in the past two days; before this talk the subject on which he spoke has been on my mind, a lot. I am convinced, LDS or not, everyone in the world needs to see/hear/read this talk: