Top o' the Morning to Ya!

I woke up Sunday morning with a horrible hangover and spent about an hour trying to figure out what to do with it so as few people as possible would notice it at Church. Unlike most people whose hangovers are a result of a long night involving heavy drinking and no food, my hangover is the result of a long nine months of heavy eating and no drinking. I'm referring to the wobbly area south of my ribcage that cheerfully spills over the top of my pants into what my sister calls a "muffin top." Do you know what I'm talking about?

Now I'm not naive - this is my second baby, after all. I was very aware that after I delivered Sean I would leave the hospital wearing the same maternity outfit that I wore into the hospital. I knew that my body wouldn't magically morph into its previous pre-pregnancy size and that it would take me a few months, even up to a year, to take off the baby weight. I even packed clothes in different bags, according to size, so I could start with a realistic-sized wardrobe and then open each bundle in decreasing order as I say goodbye to the weight.

Saturday night I decided that it was time to say goodbye to the last of the maternity clothes. I giddily ripped open the first of my packaged bundles and admired my "new" outfits. I hung them neatly in my closet and went to bed. Sunday morning, however, was like the day after Christmas. All of the excitement that I felt as I opened my gifts the night before faded as I tried on outfit after outfit and slowly realized that my clothes, despite their larger size, were not meant to accommodate a post-partum belly. *Sigh* Mom jeans, here I come!

A Soft Opening

So, I've been wanting to start a blog for some time now, but have been putting it off because I was waiting for something momentous and exciting to kick things off. You know, to start things off with a bang!

Not that life has been boring; on the contrary, it's been rather eventful! We welcomed Sean Anderson Yamada to our family in June,

Sean arrived June 6th at 7 lb. 11 oz

and promptly moved from Provo to Iowa City in July.

And since moving to Iowa, we haven't slowed down. We've taken a trip to Chicago

Across the street from the Chicago Tribune

and spent the day at the Iowa State Fair in Des Moines.

Prize winning, 1,000 lb pumpkin

So I could've start this blog off with a detailed recap of any of these events, but somehow it doesn't seem appropriate for the inaugural post of Mountain Fields to be written predominantly in the past tense about things that happened up to three months ago. And while this blog will eventually be filled with the specifics of my daily life, events like Kyle's first day of school, Sean's two month check up, or my trip to the meat counter at Fareway, a post on day-to-day life seemed much too boring for a debut. So I've resorted to this "soft opening", if you will. Welcome to my blog!

note: In a "soft opening," an establishment begins to operate without a lot of attention. This allows the organization to become more organized the first few weeks or months before the more publicized Grand Opening, and gives the management and staff a chance to become familiar with their daily operations. (from Wikipedia)

P.S. Be sure to stay tuned! For my grand opening, I'm going to have a ribbon cutting ceremony...