Saturday, July 30, 2011

Fall 2011 Tour

Announcing our Fall 2011 Tour.

Seattle, WA - Aug. 11-14
Washington DC - TBD (recruiting office visits, Sept.-Oct.)
San Antonio, TX - TBD (possibly Oct. 27-30)
Omaha, NE - Nov. 23-28
Los Angeles, CA - Dec. 27-Jan. 3

Tickets are on sale now! We look forward to visiting those of you who are in these selected cities. We'll be announcing our Spring 2012 Tour by the first of the year. If you have any requests or suggestions, let us know.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Cribthumping

We used to have a routine. Baby would go to bed at 9 or 10 and we'd hear him jumping in his crib by 5 or 6 the next morning. At that time I'd go get him and bring him back to the bed where the wife would feed him and he'd fall back asleep. Earlier this week we decided to cut out the morning feeding and replace it with a bottle. That was a horrible decision.

Now he wakes up at 3 and jumps in his crib until someone goes in there. So for the last few nights I've been in there with a bottle trying to get him back to sleep. Last night (early this morning), I realized that's not the right approach - I shouldn't be feeding him that early, I should be encouraging him to go back to sleep. Additionally, we can't have him jumping in the crib at 3 in the morning - we've got neighbors who would probably like some sleep.

So I started something new - Cribthumping

I knock him down
He gets back up again
I'm never going to keep him down
(repeat for a long time)

Basically when he jumped in the crib I knocked him down and he'd cry... until he got back up again. This went on and on until the wife came in and rescued him and sent me back to bed.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

My Wife's Mountain West Burrito Review

Three months ago I visited Mountain West Burrito and reviewed it here. After that post and a subsequent post, my wife really wanted to try it. Last week we finally got around to visiting it again and I will now post our experience.

Like last time, we were greeted by a super friendly owner who brought our food to our table within a few minutes of us ordering. He also brought us free chips and salsa, which was awesome. I got the regular deluxe steak burrito, my wife got the regular chicken burrito and we got a plain cheese quesadilla for baby.

Like last time, the restaurant was spotless and the food tasted really fresh. There was still something missing though in the taste, and my wife was able to put it into words. She described the beans, rice, chicken, and cheese as combining to create a delicious wrap, but that the burrito itself didn't taste like Mexican food. I have to agree. I love the way that Mountain West Burrito uses fresh ingredients to create tasty wraps - but I wouldn't say that it's good Mexican food. But I will be the first to admit that I am not an expert on Mexican food. There is a common taste between Beto's, Cafe Rio, Maria Bonita, and El Azteca (local Mexican places I enjoy), and I don't recognize that taste in food from Mountain West Burrito. Maybe if they marketed themselves as a wrap shop instead of a Mexican place, I could get behind their food a little more.

Again, I am not an expert on Mexican food, I can only compare Mountain West Burrito to other Mexican restaurants in the area. My brother lived in Mexico for two years though, so he knows a thing or two about Mexican food. So in the next few weeks (or months), I will take him to Mountain West Burrito to get his opinion. And then I'll post his impression here.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

A New Development

My son just learned how to make farting noises with his mouth. This is a proud day to be a father.

Also, I am proud to announce that Rate My Singles Ward is coming this fall to ProvOrem.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Poop Eater

So I haven't posted in a while.

The other day we gave baby a bath and then placed him on the ground wrapped in his towel for a minute. By the time we got him a diaper, we found this:


No - that's not deer excrement, it's baby poo. We followed the trail of pooplets until we found baby sitting under the table, eating his own poo. Never have I been a prouder father.