Random Sunday Morning Thoughts

I finally got a pedicure. Life is good.

Family comes home tonite after being gone since Wednesday. I actually am starting to miss them. I can't wait to see the pic of Tiffany playing with the Chickens.

I've already had two steroid shots, and I'm on terbutaline to stop the contractions. I feel like a walking seizure after I take it.

Feet and hands are swelling - but it's from the high temps and driving Aaron's truck Spanky (has no power steering, no AC, and is a stick shift). Lovely.

I am already a week farther along than when I had the red headed terror (TIFFANY) so the docs are happy. I'm ready to get this bad boy out though. Just don't want to do the NICU thing again.

I have started the never ending chomping of the ice. Love Sonic ice and QT crushed ice. I can't get enough. I also love the soda Squirt. When I drink it it reminds me of my grandpa LaDell. Why? When I was like 5 I remember going to the store and he bought a can for him and a can for me after we worked on the lawn of the church in Snowflake. Ever since then, when I drink or see a Squirt it brings that memory back.

I am trying to convince myself not to purchase the $159 baby boy bedding - but my friends aren't helping me in telling me that I should. Thanks.

I'm off to eat another Root beer Popsicle. (We have a ton of banana and lime if anyone wants one).

The 7th Commandment

Soooo, we are commanded to Keep the Sabbath Day Holy. No big deal, usually, however, today I woke up and realized that we were out of milk. Now if we didn't have small children, I would have gone through out the day with no worries, however, Tiffany needs a little milk to help her fall asleep, and I wasn't go to go through the day without her having milk.

The ox was in the myer.

So I got my shoes on and went to Frys - our local grocery store. I went in, and instead of just getting milk, I picked up a few snacks for Stake Conference (two hours with small children - they need snacks right?!) , and some boneless, skinless chicken breast (on sale for $1.67 a pound). So I headed to the back of the store to get the milk. As I was pushing my cart long (the call it a buggy in Texas - FYI) I was looking to see what was chilllin in the milk area. That's when it happened. A lesson learned that we need to always keep the sabbath day holy.

Now picture this, me pushing a cart, a large puddle of milk spilled on the ground, me not noticing the milk, my feet and the milk joining together in a slippery combination that ended in me doing the splits, one leg in front of the other. OUCH.

Now for you who have forgotten - I am 29 weeks prego. So as I am falling down, trying to hold myself up with the cart, as a sweet Fry's employee came over and tried to help me. So embarrassed. The manager ended up coming back, asking if they needed to call 9-1-1 and if I was okay. Long story short- they did a report, got my info, gave me their info, gave me free donuts and chocolate milk, I checked out and went home.

I am really sore. Two hours of sitting in Stake Conference really didn't help, and so I walk around like an old grandma who needs a walker - baby steps, each step more painful than the last. So if you ever think that breaking the Sabbath is no big deal - DO NOT DO IT!!! BAD IDEA!! YOU WILL GET INJURED!!

Photos

So, my Granny asked me to get some photos together for her digital picture frame she got for Christmas. So I have been spending the morning gathering photos from my collection, scanning them in, and getting them ready. I also, have been "borrowing" photos off of family member's blogs and face book accounts - Sorry if this makes you mad - it's for Granny - get over it - don't put them on the web if you are so sensitive.


Ehm - back to me.


So in all of my findings I came across a few photos that I laughed at and thought I would share.

Aaron home from Iraq

Bro's, Sister, and dog sometime my Senior year.

Matching dresses and possessed sister

Clowning around.

Anywho - quick update on me - man this post is all about me apparently - I am starting to go down that all familiar path of pre-eclampsia. Joy. At least the docs have the heads up this time so we can try to keep it under control. My feet are fat and purple and my hands are starting to puff up - but not as quickly or as bad as last time. Cross your fingers, make a wish, and pray that my body chills out and allows me to go another 6 weeks - at least.

p.s. Tiffany is still pooping. I miss the consto days. 6 smelly poopy diapers a day is killing me - seriously - hazardous waste zone.

February Review

So I'm a tad behind. Sorry. I am in nesting mode - I know - it may seem early, but when you combine OCD with pregnancy - the outcome is scary!! So - please forgive me and let me recap this past month's events!!

LOOK - Up in the sky...is it a bird? Is it a plane? Well actually it is a plane - it's Air Force One. It flew right over our house when Pres. Obama came to town. We kinda made a big deal about it, because my poor Ashlee inherited the political gene, and she has been very upset that Obama won and not John Cocaine (She for some reason can't say McCain, but can say McDonald's). So after many talks about supporting and praying for our president, she is finally coming around.



I turned 30. That's right, I'm finally the big 30!! Hurray. I had an 80's retro party at Golfland Sunsplash, that was a totally awesome blast. My friend Jessica made this totally rad cake.

And then this is my totally retarded (gay) hubby and his friend Spencer before we did go cart racing. All, in all, it was a blast!!

Aaron had a bday too. And, so get this, my totally retarded (gay) hubby suggested that this year for bday gifts we should purchase Wicked tickets.

Apparently he heard the music somewhere and wants to see the show. So, being the totally cool wife that I am, I was able to purchase tickets early and we ended up with 4th row tickets for the 2nd night it's in town. The bonus, is that that we spent less than half the retail price. I love getting great deals!!! By the way - I haven't heard any of the music - I guess I should purchase the CD now and get to listening.

Tiffany is still having intestine issues, however, we are making progress (if you want to call smelly poopy diapers all the time progress). We have been doing test and all that fun stuff, and hope to have a diagnosis and plan in the near future.

By the way - this is Aaron's idea of getting her dressed - Elle's old shirt and pajama shorts.

Elle turned 9. And since I'm a bad mom, she only got a family party this year, however, she also got a Nintendo DS. I still haven't figured out if I made the purchase for her or Aaron. They seem to be on it ALLLLL the time. I now have time constraints on when they can be on it. It's crazy.

As a consolation prize to no friend birthday party, I let her invite a friend over for a sleep over and party. We ate pizza, watched Igor, stayed up till 1am and then spent then next day at the Phoenix Zoo.

Aren't they soo cute? Elle just adores this friend and talks about how cool she is all the time. I'm so glad that she moved into our ward!!

If I were a goat - this would be me. Poor pregnant goat. I feel your pain. I technically have 12 more weeks, but I would totally settle for 9.

On a side note - if you haven't purchased a Sentsy wax warmer thingy - you totally should. My house smells soo yummy right now. I have the smell of Sunkissed Citrus filling my home, it just makes it seem so clean and spring like. Not getting paid for this advertisement - but I totally should - with like NASCAR tickets - ehm - Becca.

That's all.

If only

So - as my desk top wallpaper background thingy, I have this:

Did you really expect anything else?

But here is the funny thing, when Tiffany sees him, she points and says "Papa". (That's what the girls call Aaron). I laugh, and Aaron thinks that it really isn't all that funny. I told him that it's a compliment of sorts. He has no sense of humor. Oh well, it's good to know she is at least my child.

I'm off to break up the WWF fight that is going on upstairs between two sisters that should be cleaning their room. joy.

I Was Told I Was a Bad Mom

I am sick of doctor's offices. I am sick of the smell, the waiting, and the hassle. I cringe when we set the next appointment and I don't look forward to it. That's just me. I can't stand the ring of their phones, or the weird scrubs they choose to wear. I get irritated if I am asked to arrive early and they are running late. I hate having my blood pressure checked, and seeing my weight on the scale. Grouchy bad mom.

I am a "bad" mother because I try to let my kiddos fight off any illness on their own - of course with pain meds when needed - but I don't rush to the doc with every bump, bruise, or fever. Their bodies were meant to fight illness. The pioneers didn't have urgent cares and such. I hardly use a thermometer, I rely on my wrist to determine if they are running a tad hot. When they get strep throat, I give them probiotics and let it run it's course, I don't always think antibiotics are the cure. My kids usually see their doc twice a year - and that for the routine stuff - I'm a bad mom, I know.

I don't believe in wasting money on organic. Aaron (ehm I ) did a paper last year on organic verses conventional. No difference, no boost of vitamins, nada zip zilch. Many studies showed that the soil is already contaminated from the air's pollution that all the food is the same. Also, the FDA doesn't regulate what stuff they spray on the organic food, so it could or couldn't be bad for ya. I just wash my food really good with Rit and then consume. Bad mom - wants to save money -send me to jail.

I guess between my appointments and Tiffany's appointment, I am done. Finished. No more. Okay, not really, but I have a small confession - when I checked my email tonight at 10:30pm and saw that the 12 year old girl I got to babysit for the doc appointment I have in the morning said that she ended up going to a sleepover and couldn't babysit - I kind of was relieved. Now I just have to call the doc at 7am and let them know that I can't make it. Bad mom.

Almost double digits

Isn't this an awesome picture? I took it at my parents house. I love how big her eyes are, and her little smirk on her face. It is one of my all time favorite pictures. FYI - This is Elle not Tiffany. Scary huh?

My sweet little Elle turned 9 yesterday. HOLY CRAP - she's 9. Scary thought. 7 more years 'till the driving and dating - and that scares me more!!

I am so glad she was sent to our family, my little red head who is filled with spitfire and is quick as a whip. I can't imagine my life without her. She has matured so much the past year and is one of the biggest helpers. Tiffany adores her, so I always feel comfortable leaving the kids with a babysitter because I know Elle with watch and mother Tiffany. I can't wait the 3 more years until I have a built in babysitter!!!