yummy food

I am by no means a chef, but I do make some pretty good food, if I do say so myself.  However, I could NEVER come up with recipes on my own.  My brain just doesn't work that way.

In this past week I've made some pretty dang good food.  Just in case you're interested, this is what I made.

I made this quiche:

It was delicious.  The only thing, apparently Connor likes crust, so next time I'll have to make it with a crust.  If you have a good crust recipe, let me know.

Then I made these enchiladas:

Also delicious.

Tonight I made this pasta:

It's a copycat recipe from Buca di Beppo.  Apparently it's really spicy, but I only put 1/2 tsp of the red pepper in it (we don't eat much spicy food around here) and it was perfect.

I got all these recipes from Pinterest. :)

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Baby's the size of a sweet potato

My view

I had a doctor's appointment today.  We got to hear the baby's heartbeat again, for a minute.  The doctor was talking to us about something, and by the time he was done talking, the baby moved behind the placenta and he couldn't find it again.

We tried to get a look at the sex.  The doctor said that it is a very inaccurate prediction, and we shouldn't buy anything based on what we saw today.  So, we went in for the ultrasound and we saw what may or may not be a penis, but then the baby moved his/her little legs up just so we couldn't see anything anymore.  So, who knows?  It could be a boy, but it might not be.

I go back in a couple of weeks for another ultrasound, so hopefully we'll be able to get a better look there.

18 week ultrasound.

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Baby's the size of an onion

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Baby's the size of an avocado

Happy Easter

This year we celebrated with way too much candy, and way too much food.  

This is my Easter basket.  I will probably only eat 1/3 of this candy.

Connor's Easter basket.  He'll probably eat what I don't out of my basket.

Our Easter Dinner.  Yep, all that food is for 2!  Well, I guess 3 if you think about it that way.

Happy Easter, everyone!

Headstone

Today Connor and I ventured down to Provo to go to J Dawgs (yum!) and to visit the cemetery to see the new headstone that was just installed.  The headstone is for my dad, Ryan, and my mom.

It looks nice, I think.  It'll look better when the grass grows back.  

Bratty Puppy

Andy did not like the cone of shame, and somehow was still managing to lick his incision.  I took him back to the vet to see if they'd give him a bigger one but they said they thought he was scratching the incision with the cone, so they didn't want to do that.  They instructed me to put Neosporin on it for the next 3 days(this was last Thursday).  They hoped that Andy wouldn't want to lick his incision anymore with the Neosporin on it because it can't possibly taste good, right?

Wrong.  He still licked. 

I had the bright idea of putting the cone on him like a skirt.  He couldn't reach it anymore!

While I thought I had a victory, I was mistaken.  I put the cone on him like this Thursday night, and Friday morning he had managed to wiggle out of it and had licked his incision all night long. 

So, the cone of shame was a bust.  I gave up on it and am now just letting him use it as a chew toy.  The good news is he's much better.  He hardly wants/needs to lick his incision now, and he's healing really well.

Now if he can just stop peeing on my carpet. 

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Baby is the size of a naval orange