And Many More..

Happy 30th Birthday to my Superhero Husband!

Jazz doesn't seriously wear a cape. Well, not all the time anyway. This cape was created to mock his uncanny resemblance to Chowder from the movie Monster House. I just spent like an hour looking through photos to find one to post and there are so many good ones I couldn't choose.

This was last year on this exact day. *not a Morgan Cake, hers are much better.

The thing about Jazz is he is genuinely a good person. He is helpful and kind, unselfish and giving. He is constantly thinking of other people and putting them first (myself included!). I've only celebrated 1/10th of Jazz's birthdays with him so I have a lot of catching up to do.

Happy Birthday Mr. Sorensen, I love and adore you!

Baby Shower Bonanza

Morgan keeps texting me about updating- so update I shall. Me and my baby daddy spent the weekend in Redding with my family. This is what you need to know about Redding.

1. It rivals Hell as the hottest place ever.
2. It boasts the best burritos north of Mexico City.
3. It will always feel like my home.

I love visiting our house- it is so comfy and homey and makes me feel like a kid again. My mom hostesses better than Martha Stewart and when it is time to leave I usually run and hide and have to be lured out from under the bed by a burrito bandito dangling on a stick.

Things are changing at home just a little bit. My bathroom drawer, formerly filled with makeup and hair products, has been refilled with baby bath things, the toilet paper cupboard re-arranged to accommodate swim diapers. Long lost favorite toys from my childhood are reappearing. I love this kind of change.

My female family members threw me a lovely baby shower on Saturday at our house. Everyone worked so hard to prepare- everything looked so pink and fluffy and babylicious.

The food was so scrumptious.

Handmade burp clothes and receiving blankets.

How cute are these favors?

Me and Scrabs

Leigh and Mex came up from San Francisco and spent the weekend in Redding. Seriously, the best of friends- real, true, life long friends.

(I guess this doubles as my 30 week shot too. Man, I forget how big I am until I see pictures.)

So many people made handmade items- everyone was so thoughtful and generous and we really appreciate everything we were given. Our baby will never ever go naked, so thats good.

Jazz had some testosterone man time at the lake and wake surfed for the first time. I wish I could have been there to see! I wasn't allowed on the boat (don't want that uterus falling right out) so I spent a LOT of time in the pool.

After a fantastic weekend, gifts galore, Catan, birthday celebrations, a couple of burritos, lots of floating, we returned to Utah on Monday.

I just want to say thanks to my Mom, who constantly works so hard to make me feel special. When I got home, I found some surprises in my closet. She had gone through her storage and found tiny baby items from when I was a newborn. Teeny little outfits, pink booties, special blankets- she had them all cleaned and pressed and out for me to look at and use. She had dad restore my white buggy and she re-threaded ribbon through the wicker- just little things that make it so wonderful to be her daughter. Thanks, Mom.

Bootsie, the Birthday Shark

I had a fantastic weekend, thanks to a lot of great people.

I turned 25. A quarter century. I'm pretty okay with this.

I have far too many awesome things going on in my life to be concerned with a silly number.

May I introduce you to Bootsie, the Birthday Shark? Let me back up. Mo and Jazz asked me what I wanted to do to celebrate my birthday. After thinking long and hard, I decided I wanted a Shark Cake. And purple helium balloons. Look, I know its weird but its just what I wanted, so deal. Anyone who knows me is aware that I love sharks (Shark week is like Christmas to me) and my favorite color is purple. Done and done.

Morgan took the shark idea, raised it to the 9th degree, magnified it by a trillion, and BAM, presented me with this glorious masterpiece.


A whole ocean of surprises! Can you believe the cuteness?

Did you miss the teeth? They are tiny marshmallow bits.

Can you see the crab? And the tiny turtle? And all the fish?

And if you have ever tasted Mo's cakes, you know they are to-die-for.

We ate my favorite chinese food.

We saw HP 6. Loved it.

Stacy surprised me with delicious cookie dough cupcakes at work.

I received some great gifts.

We played some serious Catan.

I felt loved and special and exactly as a girl should on her birthday.

Thanks, everyone.

And thanks to Bootsie, the Best Birthday Shark ever.

PS: Mom I know you are reading this and are thinking "oh heavens to betsy, what has Micci done to her brown hair? She has gone goth!" Mom, cool it, it IS dark, but it will lighten a lot, and I'm trying to maximize my time between trips to the salon. I promise it isn't as dark as it looks. Also, see you tomorrow.

I rock the crocs.

Look, people.

I know they are hideous.

I know they are offensive.

I know they defy all of my style/fashion knowledge.

But seriously.

Jazz gifted these to me for my 25th Birthday yesterday- I've been wanting them for a looong time. (Remember this post?) They had to be the closed toed kind, no vents (hello, snow) and black. And they are perfect.

I know I look like a total square walking around with these (plus a pregnant belly, priceless) but these shoes have tiny little croc nubbins in them that make me feel like I am getting a foot massage wherever I go. I'm excited to take trips to the bathroom at work now because its like, hey, I can get a massage the whole way there and the whole way back.

You may see me waddling around with these bad boys on my feet- you may point and laugh and mock me. But in case you haven't noticed from knowing me slash reading my blog, I don't really care what you think. Me and my feet are in croc heaven.

Blog, Background, and Bread

"Hey Micci, quick question, I like your new blog background and picture, but isn't that picture like really, really old? "

Why yes, Concerned Reader, actually it is very old. January in fact. But guess what? Using an old picture of normal Micci makes me feel a little bit better about current pregnant Jabba Micci, so deal with it.

Plus tomorrow is my birthday, so I do what I want. Usually, July 1st brings a PROCLAMATION to the WORLD concerning my giant birthday month. It is a 31-day festival of joy, a celebration and tribute to my excellent birth.

I don't know what happened this time around. This birthday has really snuck up on me- does baby trump birthday? I'm afraid to admit that I think it does. Not to say that this weekend won't be full of purple helium balloons, a SHARK CAKE, games, movies and food, because it WILL.

Thursday: Work (barfaroni), dinner at my favorite Chinese place, HP 6
Friday: Work (vomitous), Morgan sleepover, shark cake, Catan, and purple balloons of the helium variety
Saturday: Shopping, more catan, eating cake by the fistful, a commemorative birthday nap
Sunday: Church, primary, dinner with Jazz's family

There was a point to this post, and I believe I intended to blog about something near and dear to my heart: bread. Micci + Bread = True Love. I bought a book called "Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day." It's awesome. Basically you mix up a bunch of dough and you can store it in the fridge for up to 14 days without having to add more yeast, water, shake the baggie, whatever. You put it in there and when you feel like a delicious loaf of hot bread, you pop some out and let it rise for thirty minutes. Bam, fresh bread everyday.

Buy it. Read it. Bake it. Eat it.

29 Weeks

Here is the typical baby bump shot, just shy of 29 weeks.

Hey everyone, welcome to the third trimester! Technically we have been in the last trimester for a couple weeks but it is so weird thinking we are in the home stretch. Can you believe how ginormous I am getting? We had a doctor's appointment on Friday and everything is looking great- baby is measuring right on schedule. My doctor said, "If you think you are big now, just wait. This baby is going to triple in size, which means so are you." He is so tactful.

At this point, Baby Sorensen is about 15 inches long and weighs 2 1/2 to three pounds. Her little skeleton is hardening a little bit more every day and her lungs are getting more developed. If born now, she would have a 95% rate of survival. That is a comforting statistic for sure, but we still need her to cook a bit longer. She is still in breech presentation, but that is still normal for this gestational age, and I'm sure in a few more weeks she will flip around and start kicking me in the ribs.

Everyone keeps asking me how I am feeling, and I am happy to report I am feeling great. I've said before that I feel really lucky to have avoided some not so fun parts of pregnancy, and my fingers are crossed that I can finish strong. Yes, I am more uncomfortable, yes, I use so many pillows to sleep at night that I am concerned I might accidentally smother Jazz. But hey, I can still buckle my shoes, and I don't have any heartburn!

Last weekend I drove all the way to Bed, Bath and Beyond. I went in and started walking around and could not for the life of me remember why I was there. A gift? Some new spatulas? I have no idea. I wandered for about ten minutes and then I left empty handed. Pregnant brain strikes again.

Our mission now is to seriously get going on the nursery. After all, we really only have 11 weeks until this baby is due to arrive!

4th Festivities

Things I did this weekend:

1. Had a delicious steak dinner with Jazz
2. Set off a million fireworks (thanks Syd and Garrett!)
3. Witnessed the local parade
4. Ate an agave snow cone
5. Made a gargantuan batch of potato salad
6. Decorated festive flag cookies
7. Attended a BBQ at Jazz's family's house
8. Where I unknowingly walked around with a 3 foot tail of toilet paper hanging out of my pants.

Overall, a very successful celebration.

Hope you all had an equally successful holiday weekend.

7/2/09

One night when we were in Maui

we stopped in at an adorable kids boutique

they had all sorts of clothes, hats, puzzles, and swimwear.

I was browsing the back of the store and turned

to see Jazz browsing the front of the store.

He didn't see me, but I watched

as he picked up a tiny newborn one-sie on a hanger.

He held it up, looked at it up and down

and I could tell what he was thinking.

"Will the baby really be this small?"

"Can baby girls wear brown?"

"Do we need baby hangers?"

"Seriously though, this is small."


As I watched him examine

that tiny little outfit

I totally lost it.

I pictured my 6'1" husband

holding my small little baby.

I had to excuse myself from the store for a minute

while I gathered my composure.

I'm just so grateful.

That he chose me.