First time seeing snow. January 26, 2011

David & I went to New Jersey to visit my family last weekend – more of that in this post – and it was his real first time seeing snow (minus when he was a baby & too young to remember). I have some cute videos of his very first reaction & some snowball fights we had, on my point&shoot camera (which I forgot there but am getting soon) that I’ll put up sometime.

David’s thoughts on snow to one of the 9-year-old girls at Church last Sunday, who still hasn’t seen snow either: “It’s way even fluffier than it looks in pictures.”

Or something along that line. It was just very cute the way he said it to her :)

So by my parents house there was this really cool cement crumbling building. So we randomly had some fun – or atleast I did, shooting the pictures! I think David did as well…minus when I made him throw snow up in the air over 12 times  ;)

His smile looks really genuine here…it must’ve still been one of the first couple times he did it:

Isn’t he a cutie?

We had some fun with this building.

a LOT of fun. Especially since I only made him do this twice, and he was most willing:

There were also a ton of icicles hangin’ around. Yes, pun intended. My *ahem* lame attempts at humor are always labeled as ‘so cute’ (and followed by a kiss on the forehead for some reason) by my highly sarcastic husband. Sarcastic, as in his type of humor is full of sarcasm, not as in he was being sarcastic at my trying to be funny – just making sure thats clear. He loves me very much & wouldn’t ever do that. More like, he knows I don’t appreciate negative sarcasm & I probably would never attempt making a joke in front of him again, and he enjoys it waaay too much to discourage me.

Happy wednesday! :)

A New Jersey weekend. January 18, 2011

Today I feel like writing something filled with happiness.

David & I went to New Jersey to visit my family. A ‘second’ Christmas. And we most definitely had fun. It was my husband’s first time ever seeing snow…and he for sure got that facewash! Saturday we went skiing/snowboarding, my third time ever snowboarding. Even after an hour of group lessons, this is how I spent a good chunk of the day…

Yep, on my butt.

As well as a good twenty percent of the time was spent running into David, my family, and random people. And apologizing profusely.

My favorite part though by far, was getting off the lifts with my husband. Being a first-time skiier, and nervous about how to get on & off lifts…he took the majority of the landing pad up when getting off. In fact, the second or third time we did this, he got off a couple seconds before me, and I found my path quite blocked by a ski pole that was, unfortunately, tied around Davids wrist. Had I continued trying to get off, I would’ve ran over the pole, most like pulling it in some direction that wouldn’t have turned out well for David, being attached to it. So I waited another second…and then the lift started the fast dangerous u-turn to head around, with me still on it, and my choices became: bail off a quickly moving lift hoping to land in softish snow, or head on another ride, with everyone on the chair lifts headed up thinking I had wimped out; my knees weren’t too happy with me at my decision. David finally managed to stop (something he hadn’t quite picked up on yet, as apparently the instructor of the lessons only taught them how to turn) a good twenty feet away, turn around to see me half-sprawled on the ground way off course, and ask me innocently what had happened. Happy Jillian was not the one doing the explaining.

Unfortunately the following picture isn’t of the specific incident, but another attempt. Notice David’s wide armspread (and cute concentrated look!), please.

We also went tobogganing at the end of the day. My mom took this picture (as well as all the pictures):

And the next day & reason I took so many day to blog again (beyond this book I started reading & could hardly put down)? Well, that was spent taking care of a very sick David. Somehow he got something like the 24-hour flu. It was my first time taking care of him (other than a common cold)…he said I did a great job holding the bucket. I just felt so useless and bad for him as he was dry-heaving, his whole head & neck going beet-red, and it just looked like he was chocking. After a whole day in bed though, and another day of rest, as well as time to get over the sore muscles from skiing, he’s feeling a lot better!

We also got to have some good, deep, hard talks over the weekend. Marriage, with all that comes with it, with being close to another person, giving & trusting them with your heart, is scary and good, & such a blessing!!

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So for the exciting news in this blog post: Tomorrow I am attending a photography workshop, with Kenny Kim & Ray Santana, in Miami! Tonight there is a social mixer for it as well. So stoked to start learning more & more!!

I’m sure there’ll be pictures to come. ;)