Welcome to Us

Well, folks, I'm doing it. I'm finally hopping on the mommy blogger band wagon. My husband will not approve, haha. 

The way I see it, blogging can be just another way to waste more hours on the time sucking vortex that is the internet, BUT if I keep myself in check, I think this could be a good thing. I think keeping a journal is an important thing, for posterity and whatnot, but I haven't written in my journal in forevers. For one, I put it off for so long that I feel like there is so much to catch up on, it's a lost cause. So I figured I should just start fresh. Plus I get writing cramps. I type much faster, and it's nice to know that someone might be reading this now, even if it's just my parents, maybe even my siblings. Although they will probably only read this for updates on my baby. *Sigh* It's hard to compete with one so cute.

Anywho, I guess the best way to start this off would be to introduce ourselves, like I would in a sacrament meeting talk in a new ward. (Mormon reference, sorry, I'll probably make these a lot throughout the blog. If you want to understand them, don't hesitate to join up! Haha) 

Hi, we're the Dunns! I'm Victoria, and my husband and I along with our 4 month old son Jack live in good ol' Provo, UT, Mormon capital of the world. And now I will tell a brief tale of how our family came to be...

 Once upon a time, when I was about 5 my family moved to the dry, hot little city of Lancaster, CA. There, we came to know of the infamous Dunn family, and their ridiculously kind and generous reputation. I really don't think anyone can say a bad word about the Dunns. My husband's father was our Bishop and his mom was my mom's visiting teaching companion. And that my friends, is when they started to plot the marriage of the eldest Mohun girl to the youngest Dunn boy. I don't think I actually ever talked to Robert Dunn until I was probably 16 or so, and even then it was probably only a "Hi, howya doin'?". You see, he is 7 years my senior, and we didn't exactly run in the same social circles. Every time my mom would "joke" about us getting together, I would quickly dismiss the thought. Yeah right mom, like he would ever even consider marrying little ol' me. He'll probably be married by the time I'm allowed to date. Plus isn't he kind of emo? (My husband insists that he was not, but he didn't talk too much around me I guess, and he kind of had that brooding look, at least this is what my teenage self remembers) But lo and behold, by the time it came for me to attend school at BYU, Sister Dunn had told my mother and I (with a *winkwink nudgenudge* kind of look) that Robert had just been royally dumped by his fiancee and was now single once again! I felt bad for the guy, and assumed he probably wouldn't be ready to date again anytime soon, but when he came to visit before school started, he gave my parents his number to give to me, in case I needed anything while I was up in Utah. Awww.
Fast forward to about a month after school started, and as fate would have it, I ran into Mr. Dunn on campus. We talked for a while, and agreed we should "hang out sometime". I nonchalantly added him on Facebook, and he invited me to have soup at his place, and go sledding. I found him to be a lot of fun, but, I admit, I was a little hesitant to fall for him. A) I was just getting over someone else myself. B) This guy was 26, and he liked me, and if I started dating him, he was probably going to ask me to marry him at some point. And I didn't know if I was ready for that. C) Because I knew his family background, I knew he was going to eventually go bald. Could I handle that??? (Hahaha just kiddin' honey :))
Well, after a few months of my head and heart battling it out, I finally just told God that if he asks me, I'm going to say yes soooo stop me now if that's a bad idea... And then I just got a really good feeling. And that was enough for me. We got engaged in July and were married in November in the L.A. Temple.

Happiest. day. ever. :)

And that's the not-so-brief-after-all story of how our moms hooked us up.

Robert is now graduated and working, and I start my second to last semester at BYU next week. (Kill me now Yaaaaaayyy) Really though, I am stubbornly determined to get my degree, and I WILL TRIUMPH. 

And yeah that's basically it. Except of course for our adorable child! The fruit of our loins! The apple of our eye! And all that jazz! Buuuut this post is getting long and I don't want to scare off readers already. SO I'll write all about him in the next post. (Sorry family, you have to read about ME first. ME. Mahaha)

And now there's the question of how I will end my posts... With a question for the general public? With a witty/inspirational quote by some famous dude? Eh, it's really late. How about:

Until next time... peace out.