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.

Best day ever

Let's get ready to Ruuuuuummmmbbbble!!

FYI. Aaron, my bro, and my cousin have been at Fry's Electronics since 3pm on Thanksgiving Day. Yeah - their first in line, Aaron is so proud!

OUCH

To the person who invented:

I LOVE YOU!!!

To the person who invented:

YOUR ON SANTA'S NAUGHTY LIST!!!

Love - Sarah

P.S. Anyone who standed out in line to see the midnight showing of Twilight - - yeah - - I won't even go into it, my head hurts too much.

Here we go again

So, for those who have wondered where I have gone, sent emails, or left voice messages. I am sorry it has taken so long to return them. Life has been crazy and I mean CRAZY for the past few weeks.. Some of you may have noticed that I deleted the last post. It's time to revise it. It was harsh I know, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta to do. So here's the scoop. We tried to keep it on the down low, but a nosey sisters in the ward decided it was her calling to spread the news, so I guess it can't be kept under wraps anymore. (How she found out still behooves me.) So we are expecting number 4. Since I am the queen of miscarriage, we wanted to wait until Thanksgiving - but since I'm a few days shy of 12 weeks, I guess now is okay to let the cat out of the bag.

Remember the post a few back about me going to the hospital and having kidney stones - there is nothing better than finding out that you are pregnant while you are passing kidney stones. Total surprise. All alone, in pain, and in shock. No wonder I yelled at my nurse that night. I guess it has been a blessing in disguise because we have been able to discover that my kidneys are not doing so well, and that I am a candidate for a new procedure where they will take the cord blood and inject it into my kidneys to see if they can repair them selves - otherwise, I'll be getting me a new one eventually.

So that's the scoop.

We won't find out what it is. I feel this time its a boy (unlike the other pregnancies). If I can get past 32 weeks, they will be happy. I will be starting dialysis every other week to help alleviate the stress on my kidneys. It sounds so much worse than it is. So don't stress out.

As for the Dear John letter - total coincidence that I was sick with the flu and morning sickness all at once. Today is day two that I feel better - thanks to all the med my doc has put me on. So I hope to finally fold the laundry, and finally get my house back in order.

Life is grand, life is crazy, life moves on even when you don't.

Thanks for all of those who got the news and came over to help out. For a girl who hates to receive or ask for service, I have been thankful for those who listen to the spirit and dropped by to help. Someone always showed up in my deepest darkest hour to help.

SIDE NOTE: Halloween was great - I'll get to that post after the laundry, dishes, and mopping of the floor.

Dear John

Dear Mr. Toilet (also known as the latrine, the crapper, the porcelain throne...etc),

As much as I enjoy your modern use and that you make doing business so much easier unlike living in other parts of the world, I must tell you that our little romance over the past several days needs to come to an end. I do believe you were not intended to have one's face in your seat three or four times and hour. It needs to end. This little bug that has made its way into my stomach believes that it's purpose is to be a match maker by bringing us together so much, however, it has made me despise you and the room that you occupy.

Please don't take offence to this letter, it's not you, it's me. I need a change of scenery. Being with you every second of the day has made me realize how much I need to clean my baseboards and how I desperately need to paint and decorate in that room.

I hope we can remain friends, I promise to visit, just not so often.

Love - Sarah

Busy Tonight?!

Hey Breann - I got your message about you being in town. Guess who else is in town:

A coincidence - I think not!!

**For you feeling left out of the loop - here's the story - I won through KNIX tickets to go see Josh Gracin at the Ostrich Festival last year - I think it was like April 2007ish. Anywho - when I called Breann she thought I said Josh Grobin - close - but no cigar. She came with me anyways since we got to meet him. Yeah. While waiting in line "backstage" we could see him yelling at someone in the tour bus - they quickly closed the blinds - and then a band member came out swearing and mad about something. Then when he finally came out to meet and great - he had this weird rehearsed smile - totally fake - and was really in a "whatever" kind a mood. I guess we were all burdens to him (hello - guess who buys your crap - the fans - so suck it up and play nice). Anywho - it was such a crappy event that we left the concert - before he went on stage - got us a fried pickle, funnel cake and went home. I did get his autograph - maybe one day I can sell it on ebay for $20.

***Currently having computer problems - don't want to wake hubby - will post pic of Breann and my prego little self with Josh "crabby attitude" Gracin when hubby wakes up****

Night Owl

So for those of you that don't know. I'm a night owl. I work at Wells Fargo at night processing checks. Why? Well for the almighty insurance. This is why:

Aaron's Work - $900 a month, $5000 deductible.

V.S.

Wells Fargo - $200 a month, $0 deductible. Only have to work 18 hours a week for insurance.

Which would you choose?!

I don't work Wednesdays - I asked for them off from the beginning so that I could have a break in the middle of the week, and because I have mutual that I go to. Since my body's clock is outta whack - Wednesdays are a crab shoot for me. I either stay up all night and go to bed around 3am - OR I fall asleep early in the night and wake up at 3am unable to go back to sleep. This time around - fell asleep early - woke up at 3am.

So here I am. It's actually 4:43am now. I have cleaned the kitchen, mopped the floor, and I have done some laundry. I actually love it in the morning, when the house is calm. There is something about the early morning air that makes me happy. I open our front door and let the cool fresh air in. It's nice.

On a side note:

Along with climbing everything in site - her new obsession is to sit in things. This is her latest adventure. She loves the drawers, toy basket, and the box from her diapers. Hours of fun right?!

Also - I hate this tree. If we could have one more big monsoon storm, I'm sure with the help of me and a rope, this puppy could be HIS-STOR-REE!! I hate this tree. All I want for Christmas is this tree gone, a wagon, and a Zune. Is it really too much to ask?!

Today's agenda includes - getting new tires on the van - gathering my stuff for weekend of sewing (I always do a project during conference. I just can't sit and watch, I have to do something else as well) and make some eggplant dinner Aaron had been dying for me to make. Why? Who knows.