Easter Time

I debated whether or not to do anything for Easter-back and forth back and forth.

Brad and I had this huge money discussion and realized we had $30.00 left for the month after we had paid for all of our normal expenses (bills). (Don't feel too bad for us, its just because we had to buy some plane tickets, several hundreds of dollars for prep materials for an important test for Brad, and we went on a big trip to Dallas for spring break) So I knew we had no money, and that always depresses me, so I just didn't want to buy anything for Easter baskets.

Then I stopped being a downer went to the dollar store spent 10 dollars and had a ballin Easter.

It didn't even matter what I put in the baskets, just the fact that there was some baskets to rummage through made our house spirits shoot through the roof.

I hid the baskets and Miles crawled to his immediately.

My mom got Miles this Easter basket before Miles was even born. I would say it is a true treasure. He really appreciated its baseball theme.

He has started to be really scared of my flash. And it cracks me up, he squints before I even take the picture, just preparing for the brightness of it all.

We had to bribe him a little with a nice crisp plastic item.

Ya, he doesn't give an easter egg about the chocolate candy, its plastic that gets him a movin.

He was over there in no time, grabbed it tipped it over, and was chewing on everything before we knew it.

Also, who knew the dollar store produced such great toys. We have a squirty boat for the bathtub, links on a hook, a foam football, and bubbles. And an easter egg, that the easter bunny ate later. 

(I'm the easter bunny if you were unaware)

See that large scratch on his cheek. Yes that was me. I somehow managed to scratch him or make him scratch himself while I was trying to get a large booger in his nose. I think he did it to himself because he always brings his hands up and tries to push mine away in a very vigorous manner. Luckily it wasn't bleeding, and only parts of it scabbed. I'm a meanie.

Brad scored water guns, a back massager, plastic practice baseballs, Cadbury eggs, and some chocolate peanut butter eggs. Just today he said, "I didn't get to eat both my eggs." Then he had a large frownie face on his face.

I said, "Uh Easter was a week ago, I ate your other one long ago. Sorry babes."

His frown just got bigger.

PS, Maybe I'll get the stroller out of my front room so all my pictures aren't haunted by it.

Once again, who knew the dollar store produced such gems?

See how Miles is up on his feet and hands...cracks me up, he bear crawls, and sometimes gets on one hand and I think he is about to stand. 

I think I am about ready to just crash every day at about 7:30 PM. He wears me out. He is so active and crawling all over, and constantly into something. I knew this day would come, but it just seems like yesterday he would just sit and play with his toys. Now he is always playing cat and mouse with a ball all around the house, always going too fast on the tile and losing his balance and crashing on his head. Even holding him is a real chore. He wants everything around you and is reaching and going and singing and grabbing and laughing and drooling up a storm.

I am already having anxiety about a plane ride by myself with him on the way to Utah in late April.

Which by the way, I'm going to UTAH!!! WAHOO!!

Thanks to Sally being Valedictorian at UVU, and Echo getting called on a mission to Argentina and going through the temple in the same day. Its going to be one of those overloaded days.

Let's finish with a eyes closed Miles picture.

My favorite thing about him this week is when he gets into something he shouldn't and I say, "Miiiillllleeeeessss."

And he turns around looks at me for a minute, smiles slyly and then goes at full speed for whatever he isn't supposed to be doing.

It has begun.

If Easter..

If Easter lasted all the time, like all day long..I would be so huge and gross and eat candy all the time. With eating candy I would have no energy. But you knew that, because you ate way too much candy on Easter too huh? It is those stupid Reese's peanut butter eggs, they come in that addicting yellow wrapper. Yum. So being engaged still has its drama. It still isn't perfect like you think it would be. Drama? Ha!! Totally better when you are engaged though. Its drama you dream about, drama you wish you had over single people drama. Trust me I remember.


Just be thinking about who you want to marry as you look at my Easter pictures. If you cant decide who you want to marry, then just forget about it. Maybe you just want to be single forever. Thats cool too. :)

Maybe I am just a little focused on marriage right now. It doesnt mean you have to be too. You can find happiness elsewhere. Like if you are already married, probably your kids, or your job, or your husband. Freak I cant wait till Brad is officially my husband. Fiance is so....boringly cliche. Sorry for whoever invented that word. They are probably long gone anyway. Back to Easter. Oh and finals. I just took my last one today. If I could make a bulleted list and publish it to the nation of what the BYU testing center is like...it would say the following.

Farting.
A lot of farting.
From the man behind me.
He must not have known that is usually not acceptable in front of people, unless its your fiance. No deeper meaning there.
Sweat.
Smart people surrounding you. Don't compare your notes to theirs, most likely they are doing an equation that has symbols you have never seen. It's discouraging.
Bacteria. Probably everywhere.
Hotness. Shoving over 500 people into one room with desks so close you have to walk sideways to get to the end of the tunnel.
Positive things, like a water fountain in the back of the place. But that can be negative because when everyone is glaring you down for interrupting them by brushing their shoulders...its not worth the fifteen second drink that will just be sweated off in two minutes anyway..
Another positive thing. They have those gray chairs with a desk, as opposed to the porcelain looking chairs that hurt really bad. Gray plastic reclining, go for those. But that also is negative because everyone wants those. And there are only twenty out of 500 of them.
Wrappers.
Chips.
Gum popping.
Sweat from the person in front of you. Dripping on your desk.
Walking downstairs and seeing GREAT next to your test score. Then realizing you didnt follow your id number over right, and yours actually says 54%. (Not connected to me...at least not this time :))

Easter.

Wow.

Side tracked something serious.

Faith has this problem..she thinks she is chunky. We tell her she isn't but still she refuses to leave the scale for fear she might be gaining. Okay that was the hugest lie ever. But she is cute. And her shirt says something about candy. Which Summer bought for her. Summer my sister, not the season. Pretty sure the season cant buy things. I wish, then it would buy me fifty pairs of j crew flip flops. With alligators on them. There is something about Easter. And football on Sunday. What....its a family activity....right? Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad :) 30th...right? Still practicing the whole 'threshold' thing. At random times Brad likes to look at me, hold his arms out and whisper, "threshold." Right after my heart drops into my large intestine I jump up and we exchange that look of completion, like sweet we are going to rock the whole 'threshold' thing. Good thing we have been practicing for months.

There is nothing better than Standrod, Easter, and football. But I already said that.

I totally feel like I found the biggest jackpot. Like twelve eggs in one spot in a tree nook. I didn't even have to keep looking. I was fulfilled. You know I am dyeing my hair tomorrow. Brad likes it how it is. I don't. He is way supportive though. He traded all the good candy with the little kids. Meaning....he gave them the bad candy. My grandpa. He wears suspenders. I love him. He has these rainbow ones. I love those. My brother Tanner and his amazingly beautiful wife Amanda blessed their baby Sophia Gloria on Easter Sunday. I loved her dress. When I went to see her baby in the hospital I went with Brad. I guess holding a new born baby with the man you are going to marry is a good feeling. A really good feeling. Echo has great hair. So does Brad. They both do. What happened to me? Mom. Sorry its blurry. But this is the VERY first picture I have ever gotten of her looking. Its like she is changing who she is. She didnt know I would put this up, nor did she know I would be fast enough before she put her hand in front of her face. I see how I look like her. Duh, you know what this is. The line for food. I loved the funeral potatoes. Gosh I could eat those all night. Yes, in my sleep. Brad felt the need to victory pose for finding our basket. Yes, cows were amazed at his arrogance as well. He had to climb this tree, and rescue our Easter. Thank you Brad. And good job Honey, you are the best Easter basket hunter ever. He is still on the tree. I couldnt really get enough of his face. I really should have been getting ready for church right here. Instead...I was looking at him through a viewfinder. Ethan says, "This Easter was a success." What! Get the horse outta the house. See previous post for an awesome video of the horse. Doing backflips. Lad.....all by himself..Landon totally isnt holding the lead rope. Faith. Faith has a diaper on. Faith also has what we call a Easter sweater. Thanks aunt Tenaly. :) Ian and his horse skills. He said his legs itched. I wonder why. Easter creates meaningful experiences in which we can relate back to later in life to help us mentally and emotionally :)

I ask myself...

I always ask myself..how did I get to where I am now? How did I end up with Bradley L. Clark? How am I almost a Senior at BYU? How am I going to get through until next Wednesday?

And how am I still sane after this semester?

Oh I know how I am still sane...because I'm engaged.
ARe you sick of hearing about it? DO you think I'm sick of telling people about it? Im not. REally I plan to only tell people "Guess what!! Im engaged" ONCE in my life. I only get baptized once, I only plan to marry once. Wahooo!!!! Engaged To a drummer. And...a very HOt drummer.
you think thats all I care about dont you? Well I care about more too. Dont worry.
Brad had a concert TWO weeks ago...and we went back stage....so you know what happens backstage.....okay this is a family blog, I always forget. Jk. Nothing really happened backstage, except this.
Nothing too wonderful..we just took pictures. Some fan gave the entire band soccer jerseys. Brad is Beckham. And Im Victoria. Totally.
Brad totally looks like Beckham. If you dont think so here...what about..here..
No? Ya, he totally looks like Beckham...nope, he is better than Beckham..I actually have never seen Brad play soccer. He probably is good.

What about here???? Landon pointing really accentuates Brad's quality features here. You think I'm joking here...Im not.

After the concert we met my family because they came down for the weekend.....Faith is my sister and she is adorable. So adorable.

See my hand. ON the hand you see a ring. See the boy. Yes, I'm marrying that boy.

And some good news, we found an apartment...I'm moving in next week, not with Brad of course..............................


Oh and wanna see what we did for Easter??

Ian is on the horse, right out our back porch. Ammon is my brother who is autistic (person first when talking about a person with a disability, you cant say disabled person, if I learned anything from my special education class in which I finished the final yesterday it was that), anyway, Ammon was just chilling right next to me and then next thing you know he is running behind the horse. Totally normal. Totally Ammon. Totally freaky. Landon quickly whipped the horse around to protect Ammon. Later the horse side kicked Ammon to get him out of the way. It was freaky. We kept a better watch on him after that. The problem is he will just be standing there, all normal and you think okay he is safe, we are safe. Then wham he is gone.

Don't worry, you will see the Easter hunt images soon. So soon. Classes are over :) so....you know that means you will see them soon, because really...who studies for finals...I have one tomorrow :) Morning.