I'm tired.

So how was your night? Did you sleep well? Ahhhh - sleep, an old friend I rarely visit, but miss very much!

Last night or should I say this morning, I got home from work at 3:00am. No big deal - actually an early night for me. When I got home I was greeted by a certain 20 month old who was screaming and passing gas. This has been going on for days. I thought that maybe giving her a warm bath would help her relax and return to sleep. When I got her undressed for her bath I noticed the little rash that was on one side of her bum before I left to work had spread to both legs and her arms, and look very scary. I then noticed her breath was very foul and she was having no luck passing gas - or anything for that matter - this has been a chronic issue since birth.

I gave her a quick bath and then Googled - constipation, bad breath, and skin rash. The results were scary so I called the triage nurse. She said to bring her in ASAP. So off to the ER I went.

We were taken back rather quickly and x-rays and a number of other tests were preformed. It seems that over 80% thats right folks 80% of her insides were backed up with poop. So they gave her a high powered enema to help out.

It did.
It stunk.
It was done twice.
50% was removed.
She cried.

We now go see her gastroenterologist on Monday, in hope of ending this madness.

My past 24 hours:
Work 8:30pm - 2:30am
ER 4:00am - 10:00am
Nap 10:30am -12:00pm
diaper change
diaper change
diaper change.

I'm pooped.

What's in a name

I haven't quite processed that I'm having a boy. It seems so.... so.... so.... foreign. It's weird. It really hasn't hit me - well - it did a little bit when I was cleaning out Tiffany's clothes that were too small and making a pile for Julia's daughter - I got emotional to think that I wouldn't need this dress or that shirt ever again, and all three monkey's had worn it. Must be the pregnancy hormones.

We have picked out a name - trust me this was no small task - I am surprised we actually picked out a name before the burger was born - I thought for sure we would be looking at him in the hospital and trying to figure out what the man child should be called. Aaron has wanted to keep his family tradition (even though his bro's didn't) of the initials spelling something. Aaron is ADD, then we have BED, AND, & TED. So with this one, we needed a name that started with a vowel since Aaron wanted to pass on his middle name. My only rule is that you can yell the whole name with out stumbling over it - so when they are in big trouble you can scream it. We kicked around ALOT of names - but none felt right. So one morning, like this one - when I couldn't sleep I went online and started looking at boys names that started with vowels. I made a list, but one kept slapping me in the face. When Aaron finally woke up - I showed him the list - and the same name slapped him in the face. It felt right - so it's a keeper.

We have shared the name with a few people - a couple of ya'll liked it - the majority gave is a look of "what?!" as if we were naming him Adolf or Ebeneezer- and have since contacted us with better names. Sorry. We like the name we have chosen, but the suggestions are rather funny of what he should be named - remember the initials -

Stephen Allen Doster
Samuel Tanner Doster
Matthew Aaron Doster
Owen LaDell Doster
Kenneth Ian Doster - totally dig this one - I would call him Kenny for short.
Harold Ethan Aaron Doster
Renzo Elias Doster
Nathan Aaron Doster Sr - my mother thought of this one.

and so on and so forth.....

As for now, we are keeping the name to ourselves, mostly because I am sick of "the look". Until then - feel free to give us a suggestion.

OMG

So - like hell hath frozen over. The Cardinals are going to the Superbowl, Tiffany stayed in nursery the whole time on Sunday, and....

Aaron cried.

With or without nuts

So in just a few hours - 4 to be exact ( I had to wake up early to pee so that I had time for my bladder to fill before my appointment) I go to see my high risk OB doc in Phoenix. He is doing a level 2 ultra sound. He will be able to tell without a doubt if this is a boy or girl that I'm incubating. The level 2 ultra sounds are able to see inside the baby, so it's reproduction organs will be shown.

Do I want to find out? No. Does Aaron? Yes, he took the day off to join me for this very reason. He only joined me for Elle's ultrasound, so this is a big deal I guess. My feelings are that it's a boy. Since day one in the ER when I found out the unexpected news I had a boy feeling, however, I love calling the baby by the girl name we, ehm, I picked out, it really gets Aaron's feathers ruffled.

New subject. We went to Olive Garden and The Lion King on Friday. The girls LOVED it. They had no clue until we walked up to Gammage's door and they saw the Lion King banner. Pure excitement, joy, and giddiness. Watching their eyes and faces light up when it started was worth every penny. (Even though I don't remember purchasing the tickets). It really was a great musical. A little confession - I feel asleep in the second half. Here is my reasoning - A) I only had 4 hours of sleep B) Already knew the songs and the outcome C) Dark room, soft music, no Tiffany bugging you -you try staying awake. All in all, it was great. The girls haven't stopped talking about it or singing "Pink Pajamas Penguins on the Bottom" it's the chant from Circle of Life - go watch the movie - you'll hear it loud and clear.

Go Blue Team

Okay, so I am a biggest loser fan. I usually record it and then watch it later when I can't be bugged by my family. Plus I am able to skip through the commercials and boring stuff. ANYWHO I totally forgot to record the first episode last week for this season's show. So I started out with the second show. No big deal, the first show usually just introduces you to the contestants, and does the big weigh in. ANYWHO. SO I'm watching this past weeks episode, and I did a second take, a rewind, and a "No Way!" Low and behold, one of the dudes that I had a major crush on in junior high is a contestant.

Sione Fa

I just about died. I actually know this dude. Rock on. I guess the twist this season is that one member of the couples team is sent home for 30 days while they work their fanny off. If there team mate doesn't get voted off the ranch with in that 30 days, then they get to return to the ranch and continue on. I guess this is to show us people who sit at home eating Oreos that we can totally do it on our own. That's cool I guess. Anywho - so watch this season and root for the blue team!! (side note - Mesa Jr's colors were Blue and Yellow - I know him being on the blue team is a secret message to me that he had a crush on me too.)

Catch Up

So this post is long overdue, so let me just forewarn you of pictures and random thoughts. Warning, they may or may not be in chronological order. Sorry.

The Holiday Season. There are two traditions that we do as a family every year at the start of the December. The first is to go to Payson where my Aunt Wanda and Uncle Vernon lives and we go to the electrical light parade. My dad brings his fire pit to help us keep warm, and when the parade is over we head back to my Aunt and Uncle's house and eat super yummy food. Mmm Spudnuts (homemade doughnuts). The past few years during this tradition it has been FREEZING so I went overboard on the clothes and blankets. It wasn't too cold this year, but I felt like a retard caring all the blankets that really weren't needed.

The second tradition is that my parents take us all to Zoolights. Love it. If you haven't gone, you have until Sunday night. We usually go during the members only days, but due to every one's crazy schedule, we went the Saturday before Christmas.....ha ha ha.....not wise. Wicked crazy busy. But the girls had a blast. Tiffany would look at the lights and go "Ooooooo wow......wasz dat?" I'm just happy that "Wasz dat?" now sounds like Whats that instead of the BS word that it use to sound like. I would get mean looks in public when she would udder her question.

Next was our family Christmas Eve Party. We play our own version of pass the present when the word "the" is said while my aunt reads T'was Night Before Christmas. After that we act our our version of the Nativity. Yeah - sometimes it gets a tad outta control with the wise men, also known as the wise guys.

Wise guys

Our final tradition is Christmas morning. When the girls wake up, they find a letter from Santa and new slippers. The note points out nice things they did over the year and then tells them that their presents are at Granny and Grandpa's house. It tells them to brush their teeth and go wake up their parents, put on their slippers and head over to open their gifts. I was up at 7am awaiting their jumps into my bed...I waited an hour.

Heading over to Granny and Grandpa's

Christmas Pictures:

New favorite toy is a big box from Granny and Grandpa

Still the favorite toy

What Christmas is complete without a Nerf Shotgun?

Wait - there is something in the box?! Love the sound of ripping paper.

New bikes and bike helmets!!

"Hi Steve."

Michael and Sam playing with the remote control bat.

The New New favorite toy that was in the box. beep beep.

I got everything I wanted for Christmas, the Monkees on DVD, a electric griddle, a ring, and the new laptop I am posting from. I got Aaron a shotgun - previous post - new desktop computer, and Python-opoly. It's Monopoly with the Holy Grail theme. Totally awesome!!

I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and I wish you and your family and amazing 2009. We are going to kick off this year by taking Ashlee and Elle to the Lion King next week. They have no clue. It will be a total surprise. Yeah - another side note - don't take your meds to help you sleep and then surf the web. You wake up the next morning with a nice purchase of tickets to the Lion King.

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.