Yo-Yo Ma ain't Yo Mama....

When Dave returned from his travels, we spent a few days in SLC - just the 2 of us. Sounds super romantic right? Whelp, we were both near complete exhaustion.....I kid you not. Here's an example.

For lunch on one of the days, we went here. (It's spectacular, BTW). On the way there was this sign at an intersection.

What did my comatose brain read? (Wait for it....)

Not Yo-Yo Ma's BBQ

As in the famous cellist. Then I spouted off a slur of nonsensical questions to Dave. "Wait, is he too good for BBQ?"...."Or, does he not like it?"...."Is it a cultural thing?"...."Does he suck at cooking BBQ?"...."Do the owners not like Yo-Yo Ma?"...."Such an odd name for a restaurant". So on an so forth.

I'm not joking.

I'd like to point out that Dave is lucky to be married to a girl that can even make such a reference. A girl who's brain simply rejects poor english/grammar/ridiculous restaurant names and instead replaces them with sophisticated cultural references. Just sayin'

The rest of our childless stay was pretty much filled with enough sleep, food and bad movies to get a bear through 2 winters. You may think we're old and boring, and......you're probably right.

This was the only other picture I took all weekend. 

An awesome little breakfast place by Liberty Park. Also - this photo documents that when forced by his pregnant, grumpy wife, Dave will consume breakfast food. Seriously, it's the best genre of foods. Who doesn't like breakfast food?

Viva french toast! And also, Yo-Yo Ma......

Wait. It's June?

I'm not going to lie, the past 2 months have been crazy town. But we're alive and well. There was our 9th Anniversary (NINTH people), the birth of a new niece in May, and new nephew in early June, a trip to LA without children, Dave being gone for a month, then Dave returning from his month of globetrotting (I don't really want to talk about the in-between...ever), my parents visiting twice, a Hoopes family reunion and 2 very dear college friends traveling briefly through town. And I finally shook whatever alien disease that was plaguing my body.

Also, remember when I had 2 kids and am now 7, (SEVEN) months along with the third? That will complicate things a bit. Things like getting anywhere on time, and speaking in coherent sentences.

Also, also. I have pregnancy insomnia. It happened with my other children, and is currently happening with the one that's baking. It's real, and exhausting. 5 or less hours of sleep a night will make you crazy. Or the very least, incredibly cranky. I feel the need to wear a sign to explain my behavior.

So, our house has been a hotel, maybe a Bed and Breakfast is more accurate. But there's been a lot of dinner cooking involved, so maybe its more like a "Dinner and Bed", (cuz we all know I'm not going to get up early and make your sorry a$$ breakfast). But I will say it's been a blast. Happy Wednesday y'all!