I could write a book

with all that's happened in the past...gosh... however long it's been since my last post. Lucky for you, I'm a terrible writer and I run out of steam in less than 20 minutes when my hiney's at the computer (doing anything other than FB stalking) so I won't be writing any books any time soon. The tentative plan is to take it one baby step at a time. Hopefully, I will be up to date on here before little Miss comes around. Well aware of the fact that everyone has more than likely given up on me as a blogger/revolutionary online diary-keeper, I will mostly focus on highlighting the major life events under our Umbehrella since the last post. Max's vocabulary list will no-doubt blow you away but since there is still no baby book for him, it's got to be documented somewhere!

Without further ado, welcome to my family documentation dumping ground! Hold on tight!

We'll go back to the beginning of March.

My wonderful husband decided to surprise me (ahead of time) with a babymoon. I stupidly and, really on accident, guessed that he was planning on taking us to New York City for a weekend. (Don't you hate it when you ruin your own surprises?) Anyway, through the combined efforts of Adrienne, my mom, and my sister and brother-in-law,who sweetly came down from KC, Max was completely cared for.

It was a really quick trip - with us leaving on a Friday morning and coming back Sunday afternoon - but a much needed time for Kelby and I to enjoy one another in an exciting place. After landing we pretty much hit the ground running and did as much stereotypical tourist stuff as we could in a short amount of time. 

We gawked, chin-drop style, at the number of people and the enormous buildings that saw no end. We paid a lot of money to ride an elevator. That elevator did give us a pretty darn good vantage point from which we could see the entire city. We had Little Italy pizza and tried to order as fast and efficiently as possible so no one would hate us. The pizza was fabulous. Duh. I'd have to say Friday was my favorite day, by far, because that night we ate super tasty Brazilian food and then went to the Majestic Theatre to see The Phantom of the Opera. Phenomenal. Aside from Raul being undeniably not interested in females, we were totally floored by the whole experience. Broadway sure knows how to please. But I guess we weren't quite as moved as the lady next to me who, during the final song, was literally sobbing. Maybe she used to be in love with a deformed mad man who rocked the opera scene? 

Saturday we thought we'd be really smart and take one of those giant tour buses that let you off at 6 major attractions and then another will pick you up on a schedule. Theoretically, great idea. Not so much for the the one we picked. The "tour" was done by CD and the driver kept starting the wrong track so we never really knew where we were or where we were going. And the "schedule" was quite loose so we found ourselves either waiting for an hour or running to catch our giant confusion carriage before we were stranded. We had some good laughs though and really had to just relax and try to see what we could. One of the musts on Kelby's list was the 9/11 Memorial. It was in the middle of a lot of construction zones - since it's on the site of the attacks - so not everything was complete but it was a moving experience. I'll always remember "where I was." 

One of the pools recognizing those lost in the attacks

We made it to mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral where we marveled at the diversity of the congregation and how full it was on a Saturday night! Sunday we accidentally slept in and barely woke up in time to throw our stuff into bags and call a taxi. 

I'm so grateful to Kelby for his thoughtfulness in taking me on such a special trip. Even though his "thing" is big cities and seeing as much as possible, he was so relaxed and understanding about my pregnant needs. He frequently asked if I needed to rest or if I was hungry or if I wanted this or that. This trip, like our honeymoon, made me appreciate the man that he is and grateful to God for leading us to one another. I hope I get the opportunity to show him how I can rise to the occasion for him just like he did for me.