Thursday, December 18, 2008

New family addition

So let me preface this story. Aaron and some of his family and friends are into the whole "end of the world" I call them the dooms-dayers. Some of the stuff they talk about could have merit, the other stuff, I just roll my eyes and keep my "ha ha you're retarded" comments to myself. I do have an agreement with Aaron that I will trust him and do what he needs me to do when and if the time comes. SO a few weekends ago we were heading up to Payson (that post and pics to come soon) and we were talking about the last days and I said that if we have to hike in the mountains to his parents compound then our hand gun wouldn't protect us from the wildlife. We should probably get a shotgun for mountain lions and mace for the bears. Aaron took this as "WE NEED TO PURCHASE SHOT GUN NOW - ME MAN - ME MUST GET GUN - ME NO LISTEN UNLESS ABOUT GUN" so for the next 2 friggin weeks he has been consumed with getting a shotgun. Not just any shot gun, a Mossburg tactical home defense bla bla bla...... I said just get what ever is cheapest, he wanted the Mossburg because it is good for left handed people. whatever. SO finally after much searching and many phone calls, he found his baby.



Hur-freakin-ray!

Now hopefully he will start focusing on the holidays, his family, and other important things in life.




As for the rest of us. All is good. My pregnancy is going good. I have been slowly getting more and more energy. I've stopped my love affair with the toilet (hurray) and I am starting to feel the little flutters of the baby. My kidneys seem to be doing good, but my protein levels are slowly creeping up.


The two older girls are excited for school to be out and for Santa to arrive. I love this time of year when I can use the "Santa is watching" threat. It's lovely. They both are growing like weeds and have been very good helpers with Tiffany. Elle is my big reader and can't get enough of books. If she isn't playing Club Penguin on the computer she has her nose in a book. I'm trying to get her to read the Box Cart Children. Ashlee is 6 going on 14. I swear. Her hair, shoes, outfit and all must be perfect. She is total girl and loves anything pink, Jonas Brothers, and Hannah Montana.


Ahh - Tiffany. I remember that one time at the NICU the nurse overheard me say that I couldn't wait to get her out of the incubator and into a normal bed. She said to me that one day I will want an incubator at home to lock her in to keep her out of stuff. That time has come. She is a tornado. She walks, climbs, grabs, yells, and is doing stuff a 2 year old should be doing. I thought she was suppose to be behind the curve. Ahh - at least she is 18 months and in nursery now at church. YAY!!! She is my loudest, roughest, toughest child, and I love her. I love holding her during her naps and I love when she wakes up and then wakes me up by kissing me on the lips or nose. Its the best. She is my cuddle bug and my buddy.


So that's our life. Sorry so long and for the lack of pictures. I will load them today (hopefully) and post.