Surprise!

We are excited to announce we will be adding to our team in August! 

Yep you read that right, we are having a baby!

It has been so hard to keep our little "P nut" a secret.

We have both wanted to just shout this good news to anyone and everyone. 

Our official due date is August 16, which makes me 14 weeks along.

We have had 2 ultrasounds and so far our "P nut" has been sucking on its adorable

little hand or waiting for the hand to fall in its mouth.  

When you look at the pictures below just know in advance that there is some 

serious cuteness developing. 

Cutest hand I have ever seen.

This adorable little foot measures just shy of 1 cm! How adorable. 

We are already so in LOVE! Our next ultrasound is in 4 weeks to make sure that this babies heart is more like its fathers, and less like its mothers. We are also hoping that the baby will cooperate and hopefully even find out if we are having a boy or a girl.  

The After Party

After the game was over, we made our way down to the players' bench.  The usher told us that we needed to wait around for a few minutes until the tunnel was cleared out and there was room for us. 

It turns out that there were about 25-30 people that had these passes.  In the tunnel there was a section that was between the locker room and the player's exit that was roped off.  The few of us with passes stood in this roped off area and when players left the locker room, most of them were kind enough to stop and chat, take photos, and give autographs. 

Jamaal Tinsley

Jeremy Evans

DeMarre Carrol

Coach Corbin

Derrick Favors

Paul Millsap

Here we are with Gordon Hayward.  It was hilarious.  When we were taking pictures with Gordon, some of the players family members walked by and this old guy, who was a total dip-wad, (side note = He was taking pictures with his son's phone and couldn't figure it out, kept on recording video) yells at the family members.  (Of course they were black so he just assumed that they were players.)  SURE, JUST WALK ON BY."  Gordon turns to this guy and very politely says "I don't think those were players."  I felt embarrassed even standing by him, he was that dumb, and it was that awkward.  I mean the players were not obligated to stop and talk or take pictures, but they were just being very nice--even though they were tired from just busting their butts all night.  I felt no entitlement for having anyone stop and talk but felt grateful for anyone that would.   

Marvin Williams - he is a seriously a great guy.  Hope he is with the Jazz for a long time.

Funniest thing of the night though involved Big Al.  Some girl approached Al after he was done signing autographs and taking pictures with all of us.  She did not have an access pass, so I have no idea how she managed to get down there, nor do I want to know.  She asks Al if he remembers her.  He is staring blankly at her.  She tries to refresh his memory by talking about this party that they went to and some of the other players that were there.  She said, "It was a pretty memorable night for me because we made out."  Al was just like oh yeah, I remember you.  I don't know if he really does or was just faking in remembering her.  Everyone is basically listening in on this girl's conversation, and she has no shame as she then tells him, "I just wish that I could have made it more memorable."  Al then just kind of shrugged her off and said "See you later" and proceeded to walked away.  It was priceless. She then had to take the walk of shame past all of us people who just watched her get rejected.  That was funny. 

Mo Williams was seriously the best.  He will probably forever be my favorite Jazz player.  We introduced ourselves and he said that he had been looking for us.  We were so appreciative and thanked him profusely.  We told him that we had had a great time.  We snapped some pictures with him, and he signed my jersey. 

We spent the most time talking with Mo so when Enes Kanter, Kevin Murphy, and Alec Burks came through, we missed getting pictures with them.  Other than that, we basically saw the whole team. 

 

The whole night was just incredible and so much fun.  We will remember it for forever.  It was definitely the greatest night that we have had as Jazz fans. 





Tweet Tweet

Wednseday morning I was just sitting at my desk working when I saw that Mo Williams, point guard for the Utah Jazz, sent out a tweet:

I replied back and told him that it would be pretty amazing if I won those tickets. A short time later I get an email telling me that Mo Williams mentioned me in a tweet. So I checked out twitter and saw this incredible tweet:

I am freaking out at this point in time. And then Mo Williams starts Direct Messaging me:

I call up Sarah and ask her what her interest is in going to Salt Lake. She responds that she does not want to go that bad, but then I tell her what has happened. Her attitude immediately changes from one of indifference to ecstasy.

Originally, the plan was to leave at about 2:30 or 3:00, because the game was not until 7:00 pm. I was having an incredibly difficult time focusing on my work, and I could not stop wondering what adventures we would have that night. I imagined that we must be getting pretty good seats, and I figured that I would get the chance to meet Mo. I wondered if I would get to meet other players, how much time I would get to spend with Mo, and what I should talk about with him.

We left at 12:30 and got down to Salt Lake at 3:00. I wanted to go immediately to Energy Solutions Arena and pick up the tickets so that we could figure out where we would be sitting. I go up to the will call window and give them my ID. The guy working the window sorts through the tickets but does not find mine. He asks how I got the tickets, and I replied that they were being left for me. He asks me the name of the person leaving them. I rather coyly say Mo Williams. He responded that the players usually do not drop off their tickets until about 6 or 6:30.

We left and went up to the parents house to hang out and have dinner before the game. We got back up to the arena a little after 6. I go back to will call to pick up my tickets. This time, there is a new guy working the window. I give him my name, and he looks through the stack of tickets but does not find mine. He asked me if someone was dropping them off to me.  I said yes.  He asked me the name of the person.  When I told him who was dropping off the tickets, I could tell from his expression that he did not believe me.  He rather smugly said that I would just have to check back in a little bit. 

About 20 minutes later, I check back.  The employee finds my tickets and he can hardly beleive it when he sees our tickets.  He could not stop smiling.  He said Mo really hooked us up.  Along with the tickets were a couple of Player Tunnel Access Passes.  He handed us the tickets and passes and said, "Wow, you guys are going to have a great time tonight."  When Sarah saw the Tunnel Passes, she said that she could start to feel her heart palpitate.  I knew that she wasn't having heart problems, because I was having the same feeling.

Our seats were on the 16th row, behind the bench.  Our seats were surrounded by family members of the Jazz players.

 This is what the game looked like from our seats.

 It was a good game and close, but the Jazz pulled out the victory in the end. 

With each minute that ticked off the clock, our enthusiasm grew.  Sarah said partway through the game, I have never been so excited for a game to end.  We were so thrilled to get down into the Player Tunnel and meet Mo after the game.