Terrific Twos **sigh**

I can't believe that two years ago today, my co-worker called me fat and told me that I needed to go to the hospital. (He meant that my swelling had gotten tons worse that it was earlier that day.) After arriving at the hospital, I was whisked away via helicopter to St. Joes. Yep, tomorrow our little Monkey turns two. Holy crap where did the time go? She seems so huge now compared to Abram. She is finally talking more and is very funny. She has a mind of her own and she loves her Papa.

Last night she had something she wasn't suppose to have, and as Aaron chased her around the house to retrieve it, she threw it into the corner and then looked up at him and said "Uh-oh. Where go?" She shrugged her shoulders and acted like she had no clue where it went. We couldn't stop laughing. She is going to be t-r-o-u-b-l-e!!

She is slowly warming up to the new little man, however, she doesn't like her Papa to hold him. She immediately becomes territorial and tells Aaron to give the baby to me. She loves to look at him, she even has held him a few times, but if the scenario is Aaron and Abram, count on a fit with a high, and I mean high pitch scream. That's her new favorite hobby, squealing. She does it for excitement, for boredom, and for anger. It's so enjoyable. I only wish you could enjoy it on the bi-hourly basis that we do.

My sister is putting together a little bday party for her tomorrow. We were suppose to have her party last weekend...before the baby was suppose to arrive....I guess Abram wanted to ruin those plans. I will post pics (heavens knows when) from her party. I am so glad that she is part of our family, screams and all!!!

Pics

The Scoop

So here is the story......

There is a nasty 24 hour flu like bug going around town. It seems to only attack adults and it make you double over in pain super ill. Trust me, it's not something you really want to enjoy.

Wednesday morning, while I was about to leave work, I noticed the contractions I were having were getting stronger. No big deal. Been there done that. So I came home, did a little cleaning, and then tried to get some sleep. Usually the contractions end during my sleep. Not this time. They kept me up. So as I watched the clock to time their distance.

When morning finally came, I told Aaron that I had had contractions all night and that they were different from the ones before. He really didn't care because he was sick. He got that nasty 24 hour bug. Aaron NEVER gets sick, and when he does, it's like the end of the world. Then again, isn't it like that with all men?! I told him to stay home from work, and he just rolled his eyes at me. Heavens forbid that work actually functions a day without him. Whatever.

So I got up and started to go about my day as normal. Then I started to feel sick. Dang it. I was getting the same stupid symptoms of that 24 hour bug from hell, plus I was having contractions. Not the best combination. So I tried my best to hold out and just try to get through the day. I finally called Aaron and told him it was time for him to come home and take me to the hospital, and I quote "Can't you find someone to watch Tiffany and then you just drive yourself?" Really?! I then told him that it wasn't possible and that he needed to leave work and come home.

2 hours later...

Aaron arrives home and is upset that I'm at the door waiting to go. I told him that I was going to wait until the girls got home, since it was only like 30 more minutes and that my sister Julia was on her way to watch the girls while we went to the hospital. He was upset that I made him leave work and that I wasn't in the car waiting for his arrival. So he went and laid down. I had to cut him some slack, because he is sick, and bla bla bla.

So finally we head off to the hospital.

We get there just after 2pm.

I told them the scoop.

Aaron was doubled over dying in the corner.

I got an IV.

Aaron was still dying.

I was told that I was going to have a baby at 4pm.

Aaron wasn't thrilled, but began to make calls to everyone.

I began to pray and demanded that he would be made well. Through this whole pregnancy I have gained such a testimony of prayer, and this was the first time in my life that I have ever spoken to the Lord and demanded something.

Aaron was no longer sick and was able to get ready.

Miracle.

So they began to give me the meds needed for a c-section and had me drink this stuff that is suppose to settle your stomach...it was worse the second time around. I guess it didn't do it's job. I had this issue through the whole c-section. Not the best of memories.

After a few minutes of slice and dice, I see Aaron stand up, take some pics, the doc say "It's a healthy baby boy...and he's peeing on you...good job buddy."

He then cried, Aaron that is. He finally had his son. The brought him over for me to see him. Then whisked him away for cleaning.

Hurray it was over. I finally could close the chapter of pregnancies from hell at 4:29pm. He was here, I was done, and my tubes were tied. Hallelujah!!

FINALLY!!!!!

PLEASE WELCOME:

Abram Deal Doster

May 20, 2009

4:29 pm

7lbs 15oz 20 inches

Looks like his Papa!!! More details to follow.

Growing too fast

I love this show. It's actually tolerable, and it teaches about music and art. It's very interactive and Tiffany LOVES it!!! She follows along and "helps" them when they need help by patting her legs, clapping her hands, and singing. It's so amazing to see her grow up. I can't believe that she will be 2 next week. I swear it was just yesterday that I was making trips to St. Joe's in Phoenix at night so that I could hold her and spend a few hours together. I was so excited with every milestone, and I remember telling the nurses that I couldn't wait for her to be in a real bed and not the incubator. One of the nurses told me that there would be a day when I wish I could lock her back up in the incubator..yeah, I have had several of those days.

It is going to be crazy next week when little man is born and he is the size of a normal baby - not 2lbs 12oz. Ashlee and Elle keep asking if we get to bring him home with us, or if he has to stay in the hospital...poor things, they don't know that it isn't normal for a baby to stay in the hospital. If all goes well, he should be coming home with me. HURRAY!!!


Okay, I'm off to do some more cleaning, I have a week until the big day. **Applause**

Long Night....Long Day....Grouchy Sarah

So, as you may know, I work at night - and when I say night, I mean all night (sometimes until 3:30 in the AM) at Wells Fargo. I process checks that people have deposited through out the day, so that they have cash flow in their account.

I am one of several women who work there basically for the really good and really cheap health insurance. Since we are stuck together in a room, and there really isn't any distractions, we tend to talk and get to know each other and share fun, crazy. wild stories. It's awesome.

There is one lady in particular that I have become rather close with. Her name is Sonya. She has been at Wells Fargo for over 25 years. Crazy Huh. She also works at Target during the day in their accounting department. She works like a total of 70 hours between the two jobs. She is nuts. Her hubby is rather ill and unable to work, so she is the bread winner.

When she found out I was preggers, she started taking extra care of me. Making sure I wasn't over doing it and making sure that my health was in good condition. I got to know her family through her stories and she has gotten to know mine. I consider her like a grandma. So caring and loving.

Friday, I went to work and was pulled aside by one of the managers. I thought "Oh crap - I am getting laid off." That kind of news would have been easy to deal with. Instead I found out that sweet Sonya had a heart attack while taking a nap earlier that day and had passed away in her sleep.

Totally devastated.

Even though we both have the gospel in our lives, and I know where she is at and that she has a forever family, I am still confused.

Why?

So none the less, Friday was a very long and somber night. Many tears and memories were shared.

I got home and was only able to sleep 2 hours so I got up with Aaron and started to work on the house in hopes of keeping my mind busy. We got a lot accomplished. The back porch is done, just needs some paint. The little man's room is painted, just needs a crib. The laundry and dishes are done, just need to mop, and the upstairs is totally clean...(yeah - that's gonna last 24 for hours if I'm lucky.)

I'm not only tired and grouchy, but I'm still sad and sore.

oh well.

**Sigh**

No baby. Not yet. Oh well. **Sigh**

13 more days until I an scheduled to get sliced and diced. **Sigh**

School is out in one week. **Sigh**

It's way to hot already and I don't have a pool. **Sigh**

But on a positive note....my back porch will be finished this weekend...tar, shingled, DONE!!! HURRAY!!!!

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SIDENOTE: Check out my sister Julia's blog here... she tried out for Wheel of Fortune, and today is her second audition ...Good Luck Boomer!!! Buy a vowel or two.

Sick and Tired

I'm tired. Last night when I left to mutual, Tiffany was totally acting normal and just doing fine and dandy. When Aaron came to pick me up from mutual he said to me once I got into the car "I think that Monkey (that's what we call her) is sick. She is really hot and didn't eat dinner".

Great.

So, after running a quick errand to my parents, we came home and gave her a bath. She seemed to perk up and was acting as if she was feeling better. That soon ended. Once we got her dressed in her pajamas she went back to having a high temp and being very whiny and clingy. She wouldn't take her sippy that we put her meds into, and she wasn't about to eat anything. I could tell this was going to be a long night.

It was.

Aaron threw up in the towel at midnight. I stayed up and took care of the child that couldn't decided if she wanted to be held or not whether to watch Blues Clues or not, whether to be covered by a blanket or not. It was a long night. I just couldn't figure out why she got a temp so fast and so high. I did at one time wonder if she had somehow caught the stupid swine flu.

Finally around 4am she fell asleep. I am pretty sure I heard the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on my back porch sing the "Hallelujah Chorus". Finally I could sleep. So I went to my room and attempted to crash.

HA!

Soon as I laid down, the little man inside of me decided that it was his turn to play. He was a moving and a shakin, and doing his best to keep me awake and uncomfortable. His father also decided it was time to snore.

Joy.

So after an hour of that madness, and the never ending thoughts of what I still need to clean, I finally gave up and got up. I cleaned up a little in the garage. I did some laundry. I swept the front porch, I dusted, I cleaned up some of Aaron's mess on the back porch, and then I waited for the rest of my family to finally get up. I apparently had a rather large spurt of energy.

Finally at 7:15 it hit me. I laid down and fell asleep.

Monkey woke up at 8:30.

Joy.

She finally drank her sippy. She snuggled up to me in bed and watched cartoons while I was able to take a little nap. That's until I heard her get up, then I heard something spill on the floor, and then she said "Uh-oh". I quickly asked myself if I had left some water or other type of drink out.

Nope.

Monkey, who loves to take off her diaper, decided it would be better to pee on my floor that in her perfectly dry diaper that was at on her body. I got up, put her in the shower, and then cleaned the mess.

We repeated this 3 times in less than 1 hour. I don't get how she is able to get her diaper off even through her clothes. Yes, she had shorts on, and was able to get the diaper off and keep the shorts on...this talent does concern me when she gets older.

She is finally asleep. I PRAY her diaper stays on, and she sleeps atleast 3 hours.

I'm going to crash.

P.S. Yeah, I am sore from my little cleaning spree. I really need to learn to just lay down and shut my mind off. Stupid OCD.

TORN

SOOO I'm torn. It's a stupid thing to be torn over, none the less, I'm torn. Last night on Biggest Loser, us the viewers were given the task to choose who the third player would be in the finals. We have to choose between Ron or Mike. I hate both.

Here's why I'm torn. If I vote for Mike, then there is a chance that he could win and Tara wouldn't win. Not good. If I vote for Ron, then Mike could win the "at home" challenge between those who were sent home. I want Sione, Felipe, Dane, or Blaine to win that. (Of course, I would really love to see Sione win, since I still have my Jr. High crush on him.)

Anywho, I'm torn. I know it's silly, but hey, this is just as serious to me as voting for a new president.

P.S. Funny Quote: Aaron just started watching a few weeks ago. When he saw this flash across our screen:

He said "WOW, some things SHOULD NOT be in high definition!!"

I agree.

Sorry if you just threw up alittle in your mouth. I did.

Ahhhh

I'm in a much better mood. While the family was at church...Tiffany and I ended up watching "West Side Story" and she fell asleep. I was able to get a nap. Hurray!!

Life is good now. Why?
Everyone is asleep.

I was clearing out the pictures in my camera....heavens forbid I have the baby and the 248 pics I could still take wouldn't be enough. Now I have over 1000 available slots.

Anywho I came across these and thought I would share.

Ashlee got another award at school for being so well behaved and smart. I think this is her 3rd one of these.

This is Aaron and Elle's outfits for the Daddy / Daughter Activity Day's night. The theme was Nerds. They got an award for best costumes...sad thing...this is how they normally dress, no costumes needed.

On a side note, I guess the new trend in delivering a baby is receiving a "push present" from the father of the child being born. Even though I won't be doing any pushing, I think I deserve a gift for being dissected. I came across this on the Things Remembered website. Of course I want the gemstones to be February, August, and May. So if you talk to Aaron...casually mention the ring. I don't need it for Mother's Day (he already knows I want the Wicked, Phantom, and Les Mis soundtracks) but this beauty in a size 7 would be a nice thing to recover with.

Strike

So, the last few days I've actually felt kinda normal...well....as normal as one can be with a little monster taking up space inside of you. If he injures on of my ribs too.....well...it won't be pretty.

ANYWHO - back to my story.

So I've felt kinda normal. I have had some energy and so I've used it to do some much needed deep cleaning and junking out. I was able to go upstairs and totally junk out the toy room and then the girls room and then scrub down the bathroom. I then was able to wash the baseboards and do some other downstairs cleaning. (I tell you it's the OCD and Nesting combo...it can be scary.) I was tired afterwards, but very proud that I was able to get so much accomplished. The next day I was pooped. In fact the next week I was pooped.

Fast forward to today.

I asked Aaron to take up the clothes I got from the baby shower that I had washed and folded and place them on our guest bed.

waiting....

waiting....

waiting....

Nothing.

I asked again.

Nothing.

This time I was angry because I hated to see the baskets sitting in front of the stairs, plus they blocked the stairs so the girls couldn't get upstairs.

So I went over, picked up both baskets, and made my way upstairs. Of course once I get to the top stair he says "I was going to do that"...yeah right.

So I go upstairs head into the guest room that was cleaned a few days ago only to find that an apparent tornado had made its way through the upstairs.

I lost it.

I told the girls the upstairs needed to be cleaned and that I was on strike. No more cooking, no more cleaning, no more of me washing their laundry.

Ashlee cried.

Elle didn't care.

Aaron told me that I needed to chill out and that I am getting upset over nothing. NOTHING?! Yeah, not a wise statement. So, I've hidden his hammer. We'll see how upset over nothing he gets tomorrow when he looks for the stupid tool.

mwaa haa haa haa.

p.s. since I am in such a poopy mood, I know I'm going to H-E-double hockey sticks, but I feel like I am not in the best mood to go to church. So I'm ditching. Tiffany and I are watching Imagination Movers and Little Einsteins. Hopefully she'll take a nap. Heavens knows I need one.

Random

SPAWN #4
Well, after two trips to the Hospital (one for a broken tailbone..that's right..little man kicked so freakin hard he busted the tailbone..go figure. The other trip was for amazing contractions and other things...but doc wants to wait at least one more week to deliver...whatever) I've decided that little man isn't going to come until my scheduled c-section on May 27th. **Sigh** oh well.

SPAWN #3
So Tiffany is being super funny. She hates clothes. She will strip off her shorts and shirt in a flash. (get it - flash?!?!) She is also a major climber. It's annoying. Her new thing is she walks around saying "Knock Knock...who's there" over and over. She also likes to dig out any of little man's clothes that have a baseball, basketball, etc on them and them and then bring them to me and say "Ooh ball" or "Ooh baby". Even though she looks like a normal 23 month old, her speech is delayed, but that's what happens when you are 11 weeks early. If the doc doesn't see any improvement by August, then we get to do speech therapy, which we are not strangers to in this family.

SPAWN #2 & 1
Elle and Ashlee are counting down the days until school gets out. Not me. The normal summer program I put them shortened their time and weeks, and then doubled their price. Jerks. So now I have to figure out what to do with my ever so bored children this summer. Joy. Ashlee will have a reading camp the month of June, so that will keep her a tad busy. Elle wants to be enrolled into every class possible and doesn't understand that they cost major $$$$. If anyone has ideas or wants to do like a swap of kiddos during the summer so that we can get at least one day of peace...let me know.

HEAD DORK
Aaron is doing much better on the covered back porch than I thought. I'm amazed by his Bob Villa skills. He has the posts up and the truss' up. He basically needs to put the roof on it, tar it, and then shingle it. Hopefully he will be done in 2 weeks. HURRAY.

So that's our story. Nothing that great, nothing that amazing, just life as usual.

P.S. It's hot.