Jesse =D

Well, after some interesting ups and downs and many discussions...Jesse and I are officially dating. He started to try to push me away a couple weeks ago and his dad noticed something was up, sat him down and had a nice long talk with him. His dad essentially told him he was being an idiot and that there was nothing wrong with Jesse and I dating. Just so you know...I love his dad. I actually like his entire family...well I haven't met Stephen yet, but I might get to eventually! Both Jake and Tessa (his little siblings) and his parents like me and have all commented on it...so that's a good sign!...right?

I've got a couple good pictures on my camera...but I don't currently have a way to upload those onto my computer. I can post a couple that I do have access to though. He's cute and he is a really big sweetheart!!





Oh...and I'm not as white as I am in those pictures anymore! I've gotten tan-ish. Or at least tan for me!

3 Tales from the adventures of Wesley and Adrianna!

Today at breakfast I was singing a song from one of the baby signing time videos it goes like this: "I really love my shoes." Well, that's one line anyway. It changes shoes for other items and has other words, but the chorus is mainly "I really love my shoes...I really love my socks...." So today I sang "I really love my shoes." Wesley then pitched in, "I really love my socks!" I replied with "I really love my shirt." His response was then, "I really love my sunglasses!" My brain started running out of ideas so I said "I really love my.....hair?" He then took his turn and said, "I really love my...pause...Adeneena!" (Which that is how he pronounces my name). It was sooo precious and the first time he has said that without being prompted. It was THE cutest thing, it made my heart melt a little.

This evening we were making some delicious, no bake, PB Chocolate chip recipe and I had just finished melting the peanut butter and chocolate chips on the stove. I told him it was hot and moved to the other counter, keeping one eye on him. He has understood for the past few months that when we say it's hot, DO NOT touch. Apparently he forgot, or just decided to see if we've been lying to him... He put his entire hand on the burner. It was sad to see him hurt but at the same time it shows us a pattern in our own lives. We know not to do different things, but sometimes we forget, or choose to test it and we end up hurt, broken and humbled.

The other day I was attempting to turn right out of the post office parking lot. There was a big red truck in the left turning lane who was blocking my view. I pulled forward a little bit, so did he. Frustrated I said "Get out of my way, fatty!" I then heard giggling in the back seat...I turned to look at Wesley who then, still laughing, said "FUNNY!!!" Maybe I should think about what I'm saying around him..?

Fairy Tale Ending post poned...

Well, I obviously knew that there would be a postponement in my fairy tale story with Jesse. He's the sweetest guy ever but both him and I are planning on serving missions. We've had to decide (more so he has had to decide..) that us spending so much time together and getting attached is not a good idea for either of us. He really wants to focus and prepare for his mission and I respect that. He's my best friend and we still get to hang out and see each other and talk...but no more cheesy cute poems like my last post. But that's alright.

So I know I haven't known him for very long....but if you haven't been able to tell I REALLY like him. We are so much alike, yet so different. He balances me where I am falling short (and visa versa). He brings out the desire in me to be better and to try harder. I could go into everything, but I'll leave it at that. Basically after I return home from my mission I plan to make plans to meet back up with him...and if there are still feelings, then maybe I'll get to date him then. :) It's been a little weird trying to find where I stand as a friend, and when I should and shouldn't talk to him and how to support him while staying back. The whole situation has actually made my stomach upset and come to find out, his has been too. Is that weird? I often have little desire to eat but have to make myself do so. But my stomach feels better when I'm with him. I don't know. It's craziness. Overall I really just like him and am happy he is in my life in someway or another :D

So as this year is progressing I feel like Satan is trying harder and harder to discourage me from a mission. He had practically succeeded back in January, but I rechanged my mind and I am going on a mission. No one is gonna stop me. However, I keep getting these thoughts that I'm not cut out for it, or that I'm not knowledgeable enough, or that I won't be able to remember the things I need to remember. When I sit down and actually think about this I know that the Lord will bring things to my remembrance if I am trying my best and remaining close to the Spirit. So many people have told me they think that I will be an amazing missionary--and I really hope they aren't lying to me, because that is what I'm leaning on right now. Anyway, I'm scared for the trials that lay waiting for me to deter me from my mission plans, and at the same time part of me is saying, BRING IT ON! I know I can handle it with the Lord's help and that it will make me stronger.

I love this gospel with all my heart, I know that it is true, and I know that Joseph Smith was called of God restore His church back to the Earth. I know that the Book of Mormon is the word of God and that Christ died for each of us and suffered for our sins. I know these because I have studied and prayed about them and I hope that each of you will take the time to do so too. :)

Cute Humor :)

The other day Jesse was on the phone with me right before we were gonna hang out and he decided he was going to write me a 5-minute funny poem. So he asked me for a random topic. I had Enchanted sitting on my dresser and so I said fairytale! Here is the poem he quickly wrote up:

There was once a girl from Nebraska,
With curly luscious locks.
She flaunted her gorgeous hair,
Quite like a fox :)

Thank goodness she was single, for in my heart I knew,
Girls like that were far and few.
So I made a point to meet her, with confidence in the Lord,
That this dearest girl would hopefully not get bored.

In the midst of my babbling, I noticed something new
I said to myself "This girl is actually listening to you!?!" :)
So the more we talked the harder I fell,
Though on the outside she could not tell....

I knew I was talking to someone precious,
A choice daughter of God
Who it's clear, holds to the iron rod
You are my fairytale :)



Cheesy? YES. But still cute. It made me laugh, and blush, and smile. He's basically a sweetheart :)

Fairytales!

After Curtis and I broke up I told one of my new found friends, Jesse, that there was no such thing as prince charming...I think I may have been wrong! Here's my fairytale story :)

Once upon a time lived an average girl with the name of Adrianna. She had been attending college only to find that money does NOT grow on trees. She was then forced to find a job and leave school. She left behind a boyfriend, friends, and family to move to Arizona to become a nanny for a 2 year old little boy. Not far into her stay in Arizona her boyfriend left her, but she began to make friends in her new home and was happy. Then Prince Jesse came along and began to help her realize that there are some amazing men in the world--men that will do cute little cheesy things for girls just to bring a smile to their face. Men that will treat a woman with utmost respect and kindness, always being a friend, a helping hand and a great example. Prince Jesse and Adrianna began spending lots of time together, both preparing to leave for a mission to serve the Lord and share the gospel with those who had not yet accepted it. They talked about everything and grew together spiritually. They were each others best friend. He always treated her like a princess, although she was nothing more than average, and the small ways he showed her that he cared made her like him even more.

To be continued... :)

Breathing

So I have never had allergies until moving to Arizona. And it has really triggered my asthma. Yesterday I went to take my inhaler to find that it was empty! I knew I'd be ok for the night, but I was worried about today. Today I was having difficulties breathing and it got worse while at church. During Sacrament meeting I started feeling dizzy, drowsy, and it was getting even harder to breathe and had an added wheezing sound to it. I got a drink of water and tried to stay relaxed but I really needed air. So after Sacrament I asked a couple guys to give me a blessing. It was amazing. My lungs loosened and I have been able to breathe well since then. It was absolutely wonderful. Tomorrow I have to find a doctor to renew my prescription and get me an inhaler, but I wanted to share with you my little miracle. :) It was a great reminder that the Lord loves me and that the priesthood power is real, and that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the true gospel on the Earth.

Disciplining a 2 year old...

Alright so I need help. Wesley typically responds to counting (1...don't do that, or you will get time out. 2...do you want time out? 3...) He will usually stop right after 1, sometimes he will get a time out but our old method of time out no longer works. He would be placed in his play place until he could say "I'm sorry, (name of person)." Now he can climb out of it. (Not to mention he's picked up on that he gets out after saying sorry)
The other day at the park we were running on the grass and he ran up to where the rocks were and started going toward the road. I told him to come back to the grass. He looked at me and kept going. I said, "1...we will go home Wesley." He stops and looks and continues. "2...Do you want to go home?" Stops and looks again and continues. "3." Screaming from Wesley as he darts toward the grass. I pick him up and take him over to the stroller. Once I attempted to put him in his stroller he started to throw a tantrum so it was impossible for me to put him in. I told him he would get a time out. He still didn't stop so I sat him on the bench and told him he was on time out. I told him that he didn't listen to me and that it was time to go home now. He started trying to get off. I picked him up and sat him on my lap. He then wiggled around, stood up, looked at me and smacked me on the side of my face. I told him NO, we DO NOT hit. I picked him up and put him in his stroller. He didn't throw a fit after that. But I had no more discipline at that point. How am I supposed to get through to him that hitting is not ok. It's not the first time, but usually he gets time out. He was already on time out. So how do you discipline a 2 year old and get them to listen to you? How long should a timed time out be? Should I have him count to ten (since he has recently learned how to do that) and then say sorry? Will he sit still on a chair? Will he associate timeout on a kitchen chair with eating and throw a bigger fit about eating? Man, I have a lot to learn about kids before I have my own! If you have any suggestions they would be much appreciated!