Twenty-Five

I spent today thinking about what I would write about my twenty-fifth year and couldn't think of much.  Hallelujuh, you must be thinking...or not because you haven't read to the end of any of my previous pre-30 posts but whatever.

Just after I turned 25, we headed to Disneyland with my family to celebrate my brother's mission home coming.

Greg and Rex got buttons for being there for the first time.

Here's what I came up with for twenty-five.  I was in my mid-twenties, by definition, and in reality.  Nothing very exciting happened and much of the year is a fog of memories.  I was back in school.  I started babysitting Regan when her dad stopped me when I ran past his repair shop at the end of my street.  I didn't even know his last name.  Not one of my best ideas.  I hated it but Greg wasn't making as much as we thought he would and I secretly enjoy being stressed out about things I shouldn't stress out about so the little bit of extra cash was nice.  The fall was spent as I had spent the summer: running, playing at the park, putting Rex (and Regan) down for naps, doing homework/napping myself.  The winter consisted of playing at McDonald's, playing at the mall, and playing anywhere else we could indoors, naps, dinner, running at the BYU in door track and bed.

Rex chilling in the jogger

Cowboy and indians that year for Halloween

I mean really, how could you not love Provo after looking at this picture?

At some point Greg bought this riduclous truck, which was nice as we had gone about a year with only 1 car and even though I walked most places, I hated the idea of not having a car.

In January (we're in 2011 now), when I put the kids down for naps, I would get out my favorite blanket and try to study, but could not stay awake.  I remember Rex waking up and crying once and I tried to open my eyes and get off the couch but I couldn't.  I feel back to sleep for another few hours.  Rex must have too because he stopped crying.  I thought I had mono.  Turns out I was pregnant.

That summer, I continued to be pregnant while watching Regan and Rex.  I got some fun looks.  But this is the summer I am most nostalgic about Provo for.   I pulled a ligament in the spring trying to run while pushing Rex in the stroller, so had to stop running.  Rex, Regan and I spent the summer walking to the Provo library for Canopy Capers (outdoor story time with lunch, preceded by a craft hour), walking to various parks around the city, turning our swing set into a water park, mini golfing and going to 7 Peaks (this was the first year they offered the Pass of All Passes).  I just had so much to do and a fun little toddler who was starting to talk to do them with.  I mean Greg was still around, but he was working.  Though Greg and I went on a lot of mini golf dates with our passes and got pretty good.  It was a Sand Lot type summer.   The kind you try to repeat every year, but you just can't.

Rex, Beaver and the best stroller every at the airport.

Rex and Regan playing on our backyard water park

One Sunday in June we walked to a nearby park for a concert in the park--just wonderful.  I mean, really, are you at least starting to see why I love Provo so much?

And then we flew to North Carolina for Greg's sister's wedding and Greg thought it would be funny to apply for a job in North Carolina.  Two weeks after we got home, he packed his truck up and drove to North Carolina to start his new job.  His sister and her new husband moved in with me on my 26th birthday.

And so begins the dark days of North Carolina.