Marathon Day 2011

Last week I had my first Saturday off in forever. Well, since my honeymoon. A whole three weeks! So we decided to make the absolute best of it. We slept in and then called the most riotous, adventurous, and exciting people we know to ask them to share it with us.
"Get up you lazys!" Ber and Peeps were in.

And that's how the marathon day was born.

Adventure one: Hiking Stuart Falls
We got on the Sundance lift (which still scares me a little bit, don't judge) and hiked in that way. Baby Breck has a  seat that is lazy-boy- recliner-esque that straps to JP's back, which allowed her to come along, and snooze mid hike.

Breck is more hardcore than me

sealion style kiss

Adventure two: Floatin' The Prov'

I could probs do a whole post about this event alone, but let's just say I was terrified. screaming. For some reason my $8 "pleasure craft" CRUISED way faster than anyone else's and I thought the mighty waters would take me away, never to be seen again. As I screamed back to my husband for help, I was not comforted, but met with belly laughs from the whole crew! I thought I was going to lose my life, buttheads. 

The only thing I did lose were my Ray Bans

(pause for remorse)

when I tipped completely and fell into the Titanic cold water. If you know me at all you know this is a great tragedy.

post rafting, sans sunglasses*

*Breck did not perish in the waters, she was napping. 

Adventure three: Thai Food 

it was tasty. 

Adventure four: Biking to get Summer Snow

On the ride there, this is when Brittany composed the Marathon day song. It goes something like

"We're having lots of fun

It's a MAR-A-THON

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah."

I can't even remember how Breck got there. Ah, yes. The baby trailer. I was like, "when did Breck learn to ride a bike?" silly me.

starting to get weary

Adventure five: Movie at the Lewis's

This is when I pooped out on Brittany. Too lazy to pose for a picture of even move my legs, I fell asleep probably 10 minutes in. 

babies need their sleep

Adventure six: Longboarding down the canyon

This never happened. Brittany suggested it at 1:00 a.m. With no more pride left in me, I begged for my sleep like a prisoner begs for food. On my hands and knees, near tears. 

I got the title of party pooper, but I didn't die cause I feel asleep on my longboard going 30 mph. I'll take not dying. 

I just don't have your stamina, Breck.

I wonder what's in store for Marathon Day 2012. Thanks for a great day friends. 

We're rolling in it.

Our wedding cheddar spread on my naked husband's bod

For now, we're rich. 

Brad, Rich, and the Debbie's friends were all very generous. This allows us to buy soda by the caseload and splurge on $7 boxes of goldfish, and also pose for awesome pictures such as this one. 

Mattress woes

Our bed is a QUEEN.

I understood it to be a FULL (when we registered for sheets).

the bed is too fat

When I called my sister today in a tizzy after trying to muscle on a FULL fitted sheet to my QUEEN mattress and asked her opinion on my bed size, she replied, "Oh, yes. mmmhmm. it's definitely a Queen. Much bigger than a full. 'Cause when I took a class on bedroom furniture at Yale they molded my eyes into skilled and trained bed size detecting machines."  

OK, so she wasn't that smug. (she didn't even go to Yale, guys, that was a lie). It's been great since then, trying to meticulously fold the sheets back into their carrying case in hopes that Target will let me return them. Do you think there are sheet-folding elves hidden in the walls of Target? Have you seen how they package 100 yards of sheet into a bag the size of a tissue box? It's unnatural.

After my best efforts, I sheepishly handed my crumpled bag-o-sheets to the Target return lady and explained the situation. She keep looking at the bag, wary of its crumpled-ness. Just give it to the elves, lady. sheesh. 

She must have remembered them, because now my bed is made with sheets that go on without trouble, and I am equipped with a few more facts that are must-knows for wifeys. The most interesting tidbit I discovered today? What a California King is. I'd wish for one if I was more confident that its enormity wouldn't make Josh and I lose touch. "Oh, you've been on that side of the bed for 50 years? I thought you'd packed up and left a long time ago. Sorry, our bed is a mile wide and you were out of hearing range." 

Makin' progress. 

Much love, Kris.

i made effing quiche

and it was a little garlicky and josh burnt his mouth, and embarrassingly it was the first meal i've made in several years (if ever) but it was edible and that's the real concern here.

picture to document 

I'm on a mission to find as many vegetarian recipes, as my other half doesn't eat animal flesh. So if you have any good ones send them my way!

In the meantime I'll just be making quiche for every meal. 

A Couple of Babies

I'm still uncomfortable with how hard this blog business is. The format of this is still frying my brain. Like, look up there at the title. Why is the "J" cut off? I don't know. And it's not like I didn't spend 20 minutes trying to figure it out. Don't even get me STARTED on cute titles. It seems as if while the rest of the world was majoring in Graphic Design I was struggling learning the Ctrl+C Ctrl+V magic trick in Word. What the F? excuse the harsh letter.
Rant complete.

It seems as if this is a good segway into the title of this post, and indeed the title of the blog. Recently married, Josh and I are both the babies in our families. Thus, we have little knowledge of things that everyone around us seems to know lots about. This is often puzzling, humbling, frightening, flabbergasting, and always hilarious. Example: On our second day of being married we found ourselves in Atlanta, calling every pizza place in a 10 mile radius begging them to feed us at 12:30 am. after just fighting off smelly Italians for our crappy hotel room. But my husband is resourceful and took our fistful of cash and bought his crying wife a dinner of M&M’s and Fritos out of the Day’s Inn vending machine. “How did anyone trust us to be married?!” Josh asked. “We’re just a couple of babies!”

So read our blog, cause we’re the coolest people we know. We may be babies, but we’re hilarious and it’ll probably make you feel better about your grown-up prowess. We hope you love watching us grow up together.