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!!!

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.