Baby Dreams

So the other night I had this dream.  I was in labor, at the hospital with Brad by my side, expecting to meet my sweet little baby girl and I was so happy that it was finally the day.  So there I was, in the hospital bed, laboring away, pushing just like I'd seen on the million episodes of Baby Story that I've seen when finally she was born!  I didn't see her though, and they took her and put her on one of those little cart thingys to clean her off and whatever else they do.  So I spring up from the bed to come get a peak at my baby. . . only that's not exactly what I saw.  I peered up over the top of the cart (it was really high in my dream for some reason), full of anticipation, and I saw, lying there on the cart. . . a pizza.  A steaming hot pepperoni pizza.  I had given birth to a pizza!  I look at the doctors, confused, wondering where my baby is, and they just tell me nonchalantly, "Oh, well it looks like it's just all mixed up.  Sometimes this happens."

And so it happens that I apparently have a pizza baking in my oven.

A Book Signing

Do you read The Pioneer Woman?  Well I do, it's such a bright and happy place, and I really like her recipes.  So when she announced her new cookbook and a book tour to go along with it, I was intrigued.  Then when I saw Salt Lake City as a stop on her book signing tour, I was excited.  I've never been to a book signing before, so I wasn't quite sure what to expect.  One very long line, and lots of women, is what to expect.  So when Brad and I got there and realized that we'd be waiting for hours, we thought we'd get a bite to eat and then see how it was going.  Then we realized we were right across from this little french restaurant that Brad took me to on our one year anniversary of dating.  Yes that's right, after a year of dating.  And we dated a few more before even becoming engaged.  We were just breaking Utah County stereotypes right and left!  So we headed in and had feast.



I had the salmon, of course.  And may I ask you, have you ever had gelato?  Because it's diviiiine!  This was a mix on honey, coffee, and vanilla gelato.  Oh my.



And back to the book signing, with the help of my very non-timid and, oh shall we say creative husband, we actually got in!  Proof: