Bear Lake Getaway!

Amy has given me full rights and privileges to write this entry on this cutesy blog site of ours. That said, we were bored today (May 29th) and I came up with the ingenious plan of going to the beach at Bear Lake: a proverbial hop, skip, and one long jump away over the mountains. I had only been to Bear Lake once before, and that was just at the rest-area lookout a couple thousand feet above the lake. This time second time around, coming around the bend over the summit, I was still just as stunned as the first time to see the majestic panorama, as well as the vista bellisima. I was stoked. I wasn't so stoked about the SUVs tailgating me.


We finally arrived at our destination after a misadventure into Idaho, nearly reaching St. Charles before Amy finally called her dad (I've never been the this beach before, and Amy apparently forgot how to get there), thereafter we promptly adjusted our course back the way we came, this time heading south.

I must say, the beach was much bigger than I anticipated, which is by no means a disappointment. I was also surprised to find very few beach goers on this fine, dandy, and sunny day. But hey, more to love for us, right? Anywho, we got right to work at setting up our picnic towels upon the sand, and ate our yummilicous turkey-spinach sandwiches. And don't forget our fun and crisp Lays Stax Potato Crisps and Mozzorella Stick and Marina-flavored Pringles. We come to find out that Mozzorella and Marinara flavor for Pringles is an idea best left as an idea.

The plan was for me to have the Pringles, and Amy the Lays. Since we love each other, we compromised on her sharing her Lays crisps with me, and the Pringles would go to the rotund and plump seagulls. I was very happy that Amy obliged me.



After our feeding, we finally got our feet wet. Amy informed me that when she was a little girl here at Bear Lake, she would collect many of the seashells here. I quickly learned why as I approached the water front. Wow. There were enough shells to choke a whale. And, to my great astonishment, many of the minuscule shells came in veritably diverse colors, shapes, and sizes. We agreed to wade about the waters edge in search of more shells. Amy got bored real fast and thought it was "cute" that I was continuing my very focused and important quest for pretty seashells. So, she took a picture of me in my "cuteness".



Cute, no?

Anyway, I finally finished with my quest, being satisfied with the sea paraphernalia I had procured. I then returned to our picnic area with Amy in hand. Deciding that I was bored, I remembered that I was going to feed the plump seagulls my unfavorably-flavored Pringles. Amy didn't like that idea since 1) she hates seagulls, and 2) they have a tendency to swoop down suddenly and abruptly after I threw out a potato crisp. Logical solution: walk away at least 100 feet from Amy, and enjoy my time feeding the seagulls. And Amy enjoyed her nap-time (though little did she know that the sun would come out from behind the clouds and catch her slumbering long enough to give her a good old solar version of the indian arm rub). Sidenote: Seagulls are vicious towards each other when feeding, kind of like the old days with my brothers and sisters :D.

Well, that was a delightfully fun and sunny trip to the beach, my first time at Bear Lake, and I have to say that I was not disappointed. We packed up our picnic materials and headed back into scary-driver Logan canyon, which is okay because the scenic-ness of it all makes up for it.

This was one of the most fun times I have spent with my sweet and loving wife, Amy. And you can bet we'll be back again, hopefully this time with some friends and/or family.



Until next time, adios amigos!

33 Weeks!

So I realize that I haven't posted in a long time. Call me busy or lazy. I blame it on forgetting because of my pregnant brain. Some of you (a.k.a my sister Annie) have wanted to see how I am looking these days as I am in the home stretch of the pregnancy. I am nearly 34 weeks now, and I feel so round! These pics should give you a good idea of what I mean.

Marc and I love our new apartment. Pics are to follow. It feels so spacious compared to our last place! I want to decorate some more, but right now our budget is concerned with saving up for all the things that we need when the baby comes. We have bought our car seat and a stroller, which was very exciting. But of course, there are other things that we need to get to be prepared. Marc and I think that the D.I is one of the greatest places on earth for baby clothes, as we have found some really cute Aloha (Hawaiian print) shirts for the baby. Most of the baby clothes seem hardly worn, probably because babies grow out of them so fast! Can you tell that we are getting excited?

Our baby moves so much these days. He likes to kick in the middle of the night and wake me up. I think that this is to prepare me for when he is born and wakes me up in the night to be fed. I guess that I had better get used to it. Sometimes it is fun to have him kick, especially when my whole belly moves. The baby still really likes when Marc puts his hand on my belly. He kicks Marc every time, and often moves whatever body part is closest over to where Marc's hand is. It is so cute!

We're Moving!

Okay, so it is just two houses down from where we currently live, but it is still great. We knew that we needed a bigger place for when the baby comes, and this place is just wonderful. The best part is that included in the rent is gas and utilities! We will definitely be saving money, since paying for gas and utilities at our current apartment has been hard during these cold winter months! We were going tot have a basement apartment directly under the one that we now will be living in, but I will freely admit that I really wanted the upper apartment. It just so happened that the family that is moving out came over to our house and mentioned that they were possibly moving and that the couple who had wanted it had decided against it. We went and looked at it and came home praying to get it. The next day we heard through the grapevine that everything had worked out for the couple to move out, and Marc didn't waste any time. He called the landlord and we met with them that evening. They assured us that the place was ours, and that we could move in after the carpets were cleaned. YAY!!!

A little about the place. It is a portion of the upstairs of an old red brick house. Marc does better in the winter with lots of light, and this apartment has a lot of windows. My favorite part is the large built-in bookshelves! We also like the layout, which seems so roomy compared to where we are living now. I think that it will be less awkward to have people visit now. Many places are a step or two above where we are living, so we are happy with a little improvement. I like to joke that anything is amazing to us because our standards are low. We plan to move on April 1st, and I have already started gearing up for it. I try to clean and organize at least two things/areas a day. It is going to be mostly my job, as Marc is in school and has work and I have the time lately.

The most important part about this news is that I know that it is a blessing that came from Marc and I paying our tithing. With the economy how it has been, my hours at Kohl's department store have been reduced. Marc and I have had financial struggles as a result. Things were already tight, and this made them even tighter. We had forgotten to pay our tithing for a few weeks, mostly due to my pregnant brain. I would remember on Saturday, but forget by the time church rolled around at 1:30 on Sunday. Marc decided that we really needed to remember, so he put the check right next to the front door. We paid tithing even though things are really tight, and we felt happy that we had finally remembered. The very next day is when we found out about our new apartment. It is as if our Heavenly Father was just waiting to bless us and got the chance when we paid our tithing. I am so grateful!

Wow, have I been getting behind on this blog thing! I have been pretty busy lately. I will try to be better, but no promises. Besides, how could I follow a post like Marc's? Isn't he just the greatest?

I think that one thing I need to post is my new haircut picture, which is above. I am so happy with it! Marc was the one that got me to finally do it by setting up the appointment for me. It is fun and different and SO EASY to maintain. This will be good when the baby comes.

Speaking of our baby, he is getting more and more active every day it seems. And he kicks quite hard! Yesterday it seemed like he was doing flips or something. He really got going when I was at my friend Nic's performance. He played piano in a performance of the Mozart Piano Quartet in G minor. It was very good. I guess my son thought so too!

Marc's Blurp: A letter to someone special

So, I was thinking about my baby boy yet to come. Actually, I was really thinking about him yesterday when I was holding Amy's cousin's baby, Jacob. Jacob's 10 months old, and Amy and I have had the great privilege of baby sitting him on more than one occasion. Because we have had many occasions to baby sit him, I noticed yesterday that he has become cognizant of me as a person. I suppose the term for such cognizance, as far as the relationship between he and I, would be "uncle", though I'm certainly not his uncle. But I sure feel like it though. Yet, as I was holding his tiny, itty body in my lap, as Amy and I conversed with his parents and real uncles and aunt, I couldn't help but experience a brief, yet powerful, thing; it's what I can only describe as a imagination of feeling, pondering on what it will be like to hold my little boy in my arms.
It was then that I knew that I already love my son very much. I don't know yet what he looks like, whether or not he has black or red or brown hair, nor do I know what's the colour of his eyes. And somehow, I love him. He is my son and I am his father. I want him to always know that I love him and care about him. It's February right now son, but June will soon come, and thereafter begins the rest of my life with you and your siblings. I love you Ethan.

Your daddy,

Marc Alan Fuentes

It's a BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday was our ultrasound. Everyone thought that I was having a girl, but I guess that we were all wrong! My parents had been so sure that it was girl that they had bought some pink baby clothes. When I told my dad, he joked that I would have to dress him in pink. I'm sure that they will have a grand-daughter to give those clothes to someday. In the meantime, they will have two grandsons to have fun with!

During the whole ultrasound Marc was beaming and wide eyed. It made things real for him to actually see that there is a little person growing inside of me. It was so fun to see our little guy wiggling around in there. He kicked and moved his arms. We saw his little hands and feet, spine and little bottom. We even saw his little face, which as you can see looks like a little alien. Right when the ultrasound tech went to see his gender, he got tired of being poked and flipped over on his belly. Then he crossed his little legs and we couldn't see where we needed to. What a funny guy. The ultrasound tech then jostled my belly for a while until he moved a leg so we could see.

As you can guess, Marc is ecstatic. There is just something about having a son that is so special to a man. When we left the room, a nurse said "It must be a boy!" We asked her how she knew, and she said that she can tell by the father's face. We had our OB appointment directly after, and he said the same thing as the nurse when he came in. From both my measurements and the baby's, we are looking on schedule and healthy. There's just 4 months to go. The rest of the day after the appointment our little guy was being really active. I love to feel him move.
I can't wait to meet our little guy!

Thoughts about baby

It's been a week since my last post. I guess that I haven't felt like there was anything interesting to mention. Probably because I have been asleep or sleepy for half of it. My baby has been doing some serious growing lately! The baby bump is getting bigger every day. I think that this obvious evidence is helping Marc to really wrap his brain around the fact that a person is growing inside of me. He is so cute and sings to the baby sometimes.

All along, I have felt that we are having a girl. So have my parents, my older sister Annie, my cousin Emily, and my best friend Shelby. They are all convinced. We would be thrilled with either, but this is just the feeling we have. I guess we will see if we are right or not next Wednesday when I have my ultrasound. Marc and I already have some names picked out, but things have been interesting lately. We have wanted to name our first girl Gracie Anne since the beginning. We have just felt really good about that name. Yet the other day Marc came home and told me he had had an interesting feeling about the name while at work. He just felt that this baby isn't Gracie. Now this can mean two things: either it isn't a girl, or it just isn't our Gracie. This is another thing that we will have to find out. I think about this baby all the time, so I hope that it doesn't get old for anyone that might read this. I am just fascinated by the fact that I will get to meet a new person at the end of these 9 months that is part of me.