fancy a birthday?

Adam turned the big 2-8 Saturday, and we partied like it was 1980. Here are the highlights:

We got a couples massage in the afternoon (I know — we're so fancy!), which, I have to say, completely wore us out. Seriously, we had to take naps to recover from the intense relaxation.
We dined at the Chef's Table in Orem (another fancy activity). Little known fact: We ate at this delicious restaurant exactly one year ago. It was the night Adam met my parents for the first time, and the night we got engaged (it was a big evening!). This time around, I think Adam actually tasted the food.
We ate cheesecake for dessert — twice! The decadent (aka fancy) dish is Adam's favorite dessert, and so we enjoyed it both at the Chef's Table AND at my parents' house for Sunday dinner. Turns out my mom makes a mean cheesecake and cran-raspberry sauce. (There was no doubt, Mom — you're pretty much a culinary genius.)

Say cheese (cake).

So why the fancy celebration? Well, I took a fancy to the birthday boy just one year and five months ago. Every now and again, I figure it's time to return the favor.

Love you, Adam! Happy 28th.

wii will rock you

Adam and I traveled to Idaho Falls over Easter weekend to visit the Stewart clan. And there were absolutely no plans of exercising. That is, until we wii'd. 

Now, we started playing the Mario/Sonic Olympics, with the 100 meter run as our first event. This involves the pitter patter of your arms at furious speeds. Or, in Adam's case, sporting pirate-like facial expressions. Arghh!

But back to the surprise exercise. After we ran the track, rowed some boats and jumped the tramp, I felt searing pain in my arms for four (yes, four!) days. And I know what you're thinking: "Come on Bri, it's a video game! Exercise? Really?"

Yes, really. It's all fun and games until you can't lift your arms above your shoulders.

Here are two other snapshots of our fun, fun weekend. (Thanks for the pics, Michelle!) Above, Adam and I played house by posing for a family portrait with Michelle and Drew's cute kids. And below, Adam and I struck a fierce, top-model pose.

Eat your heart out Tyra Banks.

first things first

The time has come, my friends, for Adam and Bri to start a blog. No, we're not pregnant. (But good guess!) We're simply bursting with life's blog-worthy moments. 

Well, that, and the fact that I'm the only person in my family who doesn't have a blog. And I write for a living! Shameful, indeed. 

Nonetheless, the Stewarts are blog-less no more. And from our wild world travels to our tearful Tuesday nights (you're intrigued already, aren't you?), we'll keep you posted.