Loveology

Two.

2011-06-29T19:59:00.001-07:00

I know it might not always be easy but I'd be lying if I said these last two years were anything but.

Thanks for the fancy French dinner and slightly (totally?) off-color Vegas show after. It was perfect for us.
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Beverly Hills

2011-06-29T19:44:00.001-07:00

Seeing as it has been over a year since I blogged I'm going to try to get on top of things before more fun summer events go undocumented. A couple months ago some friends and I made a quick trip to Beverly Hills to celebrate our friendship with sunshine, delicious food and shopping.

We're all waiting on this lady to plan us another trip because I honestly don't think we could have done it without her. At least not as fantastically.
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Pictures

2010-05-28T14:46:00.001-07:00

It has been a wonderful couple of months...

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Girls Trip

2010-04-21T13:30:00.001-07:00

On our way to Arizona.

...outfits available upon request (wink wink)

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Books

2010-03-06T10:16:00.001-08:00

I love this bookcase Wyatt built for me for my birthday. As I have previously mentioned, living in Tiny House presents us with some complications when it comes to decorating. Just yesterday I received a rug that I ordered for our living room that ended up only being a couple feet short of covering the entire floor space. Not exactly what I had in mind when I went looking for an accent rug. Anyway, I love having somewhere to display books. I feel like I have a relationship with books that is similar to the relationship most have with music. Every book I own holds it own memories. From my Chanel book that reminds me of Jenna and living on Center street, a cracked leather cover of Walt Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass' reminds me of an ex-boyfriend who probably really wishes he had never leant me his favorite poetry book, all the way to my Primary manual that reminds me I need to get cracking on that lesson. I haven't really finished putting this thing together but it is my new project. I'm seriously considering picking up school this fall and starting over (don't cry, Dad) with interior design. I'm starting a class on Tuesday that I'm hoping will solidify my decision. Check back here for updates on that decision and other updates to come which include a little trip to St. George and my birthday.

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2010-02-14T20:50:00.000-08:00

This Valentines was full of food. Wednesday was our official date at The Melting Pot, Thursday was our cooking class at the Blue Lemon, and last night was a 5-course French inspired culinary masterpiece hosted by a Grow family friend. So this morning when I woke up to the smell of popcorn I could tell that today was going to be no less indulgent. A few moments later I was greeted with this:

I was equal parts embarrassed and flattered. It reminded me of this:

Yes, it is a well established fact that I love dessert. Since I know this fact put a strain on our courtship, I interpreted this gesture as total acceptance of who I really am.

Dear Valentine,

Please see the card I wrote you entitled Valentines 2010, you know, the one that plays "Hot Blooded" when you open it. It will tell you exactly how I feel about you.

Love,
Shortney

2010-02-14T19:36:00.000-08:00

Valentines might be my favorite day of the whole year. I love this holiday so much because it makes the things I like to do all year (i.e kiss, hold hands, buy presents, eat gourmet food, and buy See’s Candy by the pound) totally acceptable. Yes, today is Valentines but to skip straight to blogging about that would cut out a lot of good stuff that has happened in the past couple of weeks. We have managed to find a way to sneak down to California once a month since Thanksgiving and thanks to Nick, and some finalized adoption paperwork, we were able to continue the streak in January.

We were sealed to our little brother the afternoon of this 15th birthday and followed it up with a little birthday celebration!

I need to take this opportunity to next discuss the joys of being home with my mother. Everyday with this woman is a new surprise. Whether it's a chatty email at 4:10am, sending me three packages in ONE week at EFY (seriously), or a chocolate cake that is so good Wyatt hovers in the kitchen for hours with a fork in hand, everything she does is spectacular. One thing she is notorious for is being the last to leave. I took a moment to document her shutting down Marshalls the last time I was home. I think these were taken about 45-minutes after close.

Mom, you are my idol.

Speaking of idols, how can I not mention this girl. The only girl I know who actually wears a hole through her high heels. The girl who not only got the freckle genes in our family, but the narrow hips and the great singing voice ones as well. She is fabulous.

2010-01-20T17:46:00.000-08:00

This past weekend Wyatt and I were supposed to speak in church and I came down with the worst cold of my life. I ended up not having to speak so I can't complain. Although Wyatt failed to convince a member of the Bishopric to let one of our Primary kids read my talk in sacrament meeting, he did manage to catch a member of the Primary Presidency in a moment of weakness and she agreed to let him take the kids we teach on a field trip to visit me. As soon as I heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet I quickly turned off the TV and pretended like the giant bag of watermelon Sour Patch on my belly was for them.

In other news, we tiled the bathroom at tiny house. I no longer have to stand outside naked (in the cold) if I want to weigh myself. Our house is no longer 450 sq. ft. of complete carpet! No matter what you say Mom, I know this is why you refused to stay with us when you came to town. The end result was worth having our only toilet disconnected for almost 72 flu-filled hours.

after

We promise to fix the part around the base before anyone else comes to visit...

twenty ten

2010-01-04T10:54:00.000-08:00

Every year just seems to get better.
Happy New Year!

Who is Wyatt Grow?

2009-09-10T09:27:00.000-07:00

Wyatt celebrated his 29th birthday this past weekend. The festivities included a ride down the alpine slide with Scott and Carly and was followed by a big win for BYU. The birthday weekend would not have been complete without a little court time. This is obviously different from Court-ney time and is differentiated by really short OP cords, lunchables and volleyball equipment. Thank goodness Monday brought Labor Day with its annual volleyball tournament at UVU. I love watching the shortest shorts on the court in action.

happy birthday. you're wonderful.

Jentney

2009-09-09T19:15:00.000-07:00

Wyatt and I were out and about running errands when he pointed to this car and declared, "That's you and Stenna in 10 years." I can only hope that the future will bring sunny Utah afternoons, riding with the top down in a green Sebring.

Europe

2009-08-10T19:34:00.000-07:00

I've really wrestled with myself as to whether or not to start a blog. So much so that when Wyatt walked in the door just over a half hour ago I refused to tell him what I was working on. I quickly realized that the vision of me hovering over the laptop and turning the computer any way to escape his vision looked incredibly suspicious. When I finally came clean and showed him what I was working on his first comment was to how lucky I was to have married someone with such a great name. Although I thought his comment was a oddly vain and out of character I shortly realized what he meant.

mikeandcourtney.blogspot.com
adamandcourtney.blogspot.com
ryanandcourtney.blogspot.com
mikeandcourtney.blogspot.com

aaronandcourtney.blogspot.com

all taken.

Maybe someday far, far in the future I can use this to convince him of one of those slightly obscure, gender-neutral baby names I love. Anyway, we went to Europe for our official honeymoon and loved it.
London Barcelona I'm glad it only took two seconds to take this picture because that is about how long I can fake a smile when I'm actually terrified and hanging on for my life. Wyatt, on the other hand, had the time of his life.
Rome Alex and Annie told us about an amazing night walk that I loved so much I made Wyatt do it with me again the very next night.
Paris
Alex and Annie traveled down from Belgium and played with us in Paris. Long story short, I've never loved a city more. After Paris we went back with Alex and Annie to Belgium. In Belgium we went on a beautiful kayaking adventure (that turned out to be a little more than we bargained for), watched Independence Day fireworks and enjoyed the best waffles in the world.
Speaking of food, I cant forget to mention the large amount of McDonald's ice cream and caramel Wyatt and I consumed while on our trip. Thank you Europe for having such an extensive collection of Mcflurry mix-ins.
(Wyatt discovered that his glasses were broken about 30 seconds after we arrived in London so this is what they looked like the whole time)