Lemons to Lemonade

A couple of weeks ago we had a fantastic weekend planned to escape the coldness of this Valley. Due to unforeseen events we didn't get to leave it behind. Now me being the emotional woman I am was not very happy with this, my wonderful husband on the other hand decided to make lemonade with lemons we'd been handed. (Side note: Mark really wanted to write this post and had a huge story about lemons to lemonade & probably some great way to tell the story, I do not and since Mark is always busy you get my writings). As we were feeling sad for ourselves, okay I was feeling sad for myself, we decided we should enjoy the weekend since we had work of anyway. We had Mark's Mom look up when the tulip festival was, it happened to be going on. So we ventured out into the cold, yes it was very cold, rainy & wet. Trying really hard not to complain about being cold my husband decided he should warm up by jumping around in the kids play area.



As you can see I am no great photographer, but by the time I actually caught him jumping we were laughing so hard the coldness has melted away. Isn't he great?
The tulips were really pretty, even if some of them were not surviving the cold weather.

As most of you know Mark & I love Chicago, we haven't been back in almost a year (very sad). One of our favorite things to do, besides see family, is eat the yummy goodness of Chicago Style Pizza. No the stuff from Papa Murphy's is not Chicago Style!! (That deserves extra punctuation). One of our friends on facebook is a fan of Sweet Home Chicago Pizzeria so we thought why not try it while we were in SLC. Walking in the man said hello with a slight Chicago accent, oh this place has promise I thought. Behind the counter & basically everywhere on the walls there was memorabilia of Chicago sports teams...mostly Sox :) Starting to have more promise by the minute. Could this place really satisfy the craving for the cheesy, saucy, bready, meaty goodness? The owner is actually from Chicagoland (this brings more promise), he smiles with appreciation when we don't freak that the Pizza is going to take 30 minutes to cook....you can't rush the process. We sit down anticipating the arrival our pizza. Almost exactly 30 minutes later we see the wonderfully thick crusted pizza coming towards us. It LOOKS like the write kind of pizza, there is TONS of cheese, could it actually be? Mark picks up his fork, cuts his pizza and takes the plunge. VICTORY, it does taste like the goodness we've been missing! Joyous Day! Now if only they delivered to my house :( I could use a slice right now.


The adventures of that weekend do not stop here, however my Camera batteries did. For information on the rest of the adventure check out my sisters blog It is worth popping over to read.

GASP, COUGH, CHOKE, GASP. Yes that is pregnancy picture of me on the internet. Why the overreaction you ask? I told myself I wasn't going to post any but I've had a few requests from friends and when great friends who have been there for you through happy & sad times make a request you grant it (obviously there are times you don't but this was legal so I figured it should be granted). So here you go my dear friends, this was taken 1 week ago at just over 27 weeks.