thoughts on a sunday

We had a nice little walk with our girls while Mack was at school.    

• Would you believe it if I told you I have strep throat. . .again?  Yep.  Went to immediate care yesterday because my throat was pretty much killing me slowly with each swallow and sure enough the swab was positive.  When did I become such a sickly lady?  Strep is the worst.  By the middle of the afternoon I thought I was going to die.  I went to bed at eight and slept until seven.  Feeling much better today though. . .thank goodness for antibiotics. 

• I probably don't really even need to note the guilt I feel that Brian has had to nurse me back to health for most of his month off.  But I do.  Feel guilty.

• One fun thing we did do this month was read The Hunger Games trilogy.   My sweet sister sent us the set and they pretty much took over our spare time.  I never re-read books, but I'm slightly tempted with these.  Mockingjay totally got into my head.  Every so often a book will do that to me.  It was pretty much all I could think about until I finished it. . .and several days after.    

• I haven't said much about Layla other than she's sweet.  And guess what?  I wasn't being entirely honest.  She is sweet. . .but. . .she has been my most difficult baby by far.  And I guess part of that is the circumstances surrounding her birth.  But she's also a little fuss-bucket.  Mostly due to tummy aches, and maybe a little reflux, we think.  She's also a naughty little sleeper.  She likes to keep me up for up to two hours for her late night feedings.  It's not fun.  We are slowing getting better the older she gets.  Actually, the last few nights have been so much better because we started to put her to sleep in her car seat.  

• But.  Good news!  She's one month old.  And for some reason we both needed a good month to get this bonding thing down.  We're there.  Totally there.  I'm so glad.  I was getting worried that the only word that came to mind when thinking of my new baby was mean.  Now when I say she's sweet I mean it 100%.    

• As I'm sitting here, I can hear McKay and Ellery trying to go to sleep.  Trying is the wrong word.  I can hear them not going to sleep at all.  I did hear McKay yell down that Ellery said "sexy" and Ellery repeatedly yelling "We're NOT talking!"

• I can't get too mad because those two have been SO good this last month.  We had a little trouble at the beginning, but it only lasted a week or so and then they became even better than they were before the baby came.  They help me with Layla- getting me diapers, showing her toys, finding her binky.  They also have begun to play together like best little friends.  This has been such a blessing.  They are making major messes everyday in their room, but the time they spend playing is totally worth it.  What is so wonderful about this is that usually McKay needs to be guided in his play.  He needs someone to give him ideas of what to play, and usually does best with an adult playing with him (yes, it's been exhausting his whole life!).  I don't know if Elle is finally old enough to fill that role for him, but they play on their own with no directions from me.  It's wonderful.  Ellery is a fantastic little player and can play by herself like I've never seen before.  Hallelujah!

• Yesterday we went to a pirate festival at the apple orchard by our house.  The kids got to touch a snake and a tortoise, play carnival games, go on a tractor ride and get prizes.  Ellery got a little barbie mermaid.  She could have gone home right then.  Lucky little girl.

• The other day we were getting in the car and as I was buckling Ellery in she said, "Layla's stupid."  Then, of course, looked at me to see my reaction.  I reacted, and told her it was not nice to say that and that it hurt Layla's feelings.  She then looked me right in the eyes and said in a sassy little voice, "Layla's butt."  Why is my little girl using words like sexy and butt?  Because she knows they're naughty, I guess.

• This week we went to the Adidas corporate store.  OHSU's CRNA students got a discount of 50% off and we decided to check it out.  We all came away with a new little something. . .shoes for the kids, running gear for Brian and a sweatshirt for me.  

• McKay's shoes have laces.  When we got home Brian decided it was time to teach him how to tie them.  They worked on it for quite awhile and I must note the amount of patience this took for both of them.  And now?  We have a stylin' little five year old who can tie his own shoes.  We are kind of really proud.

• Brian learned how to tie his shoes the wrong way.  Well, I think it's the wrong way.  He does two loops and ties them together.  He decided to teach McKay the correct way and looked it up online.  

• Since this was our last week with Brian home all week, we decided to do some fun things.  We went to Big Al's for bowling and games.  Ellery thinks it's called Big Owl's.  I think that's cute.  They enjoyed bowling, but had so much fun playing the games and picking out prizes with the tickets they won.  

• Another fun thing we did was go to Voo Doo Donuts.  Ellery thinks it's called Doo Doo Donuts.  It's really cute when she says, "Should we go to doo-doo donuts?"  She's been saying it a lot lately.  I personally always think donuts are a good idea.  The kids like the bubblegum donut.  I got the voo doo donut and was about to take a bite when Brian reminded me that I can't eat chocolate.  Thanks Layla.  

• Last week our neighbors asked us to cat-sit their kitty.  My kids were so overly excited about this.  After the first few visits with Annie they lost interest in the kitty and just wanted to play with the neighbor's toys.  This confirmed that we are not ready for pets.

• Layla has baby acne.  She's still totally cute.

• Since Layla was born little miss Elle has been having a hard time going to nursery.  It's like she's 18 months old all over again.  Today she protested (meaning cried) before they even left the house, and since I was home sick it was quite convenient for Brian to suggest she stay home with me.   

• I'm kind of really annoyed at the lighting in my house.  In Oregon they don't know how to do overhead lighting very well.  Most family rooms and master bedrooms don't have overhead lighting.  So it's all up to lamps.  Our family room doesn't have any direct windows either.  Add all the overcast days to that and needless to say the room is quite dark.  So that makes taking pictures really annoying.  I feel like I don't have any good pictures of Layla.  It's stressing me out.  

• McKay is back in school.  I'm glad to have a little routine again to our weeks.  This year he's goes in the morning and so far it's working out well.  We'll see how it goes once Brian is out of the picture.  It could be a little crazy for me!

• Brian starts school on Wednesday, and then next week will have three clinicals a week in addition to that.  I don't know what I would have done without him this last month.  He has done everything.  He's pretty much spent all his time off taking care of us and being Mr. Mom around here.  I've made dinner like once in the last month. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful husband.  I am really going to miss him now that normal life is starting again.

• But, there is something to say about moving forward.  It's good to move forward.  So it's not all bad that our "vacation" month is ending.  

• There are so many more thoughts that I've had that have slipped through the cracks.  I'm trying to catch up on all the things that have been going on so hopefully many posts to come.  It's just that Layla's fussy time also happens to be my blogging time.  Priorities.

• Also, I'm still planning on making my blog private this week, so if you haven't left your email address yet, do it!  

Happy Sunday!

he's five

I can't believe he's five years old.  Five.  Wasn't it just yesterday that my first little baby was put in my arms?  I remember being shocked that he came two and a half weeks early- I was fully expecting to go late- and so as I laid there in the hospital bed, waiting for him to come, I cried, thinking, "I'm not ready for him yet.  What will I do with him once he's here?"

Now I can't even imagine life if he wasn't here.  I am so blessed to be this boy's momma.  I couldn't ask for a sweeter kid.  He has a sensitivity and kindness that cannot be taught.  He just is.  He is so good to his sister.  Perhaps it won't always be like this, but for now his little sisters will not know the meaning of the term "mean older brother".  He is a protector.  A teacher to them.  A friend.  Goodness I love him.

This year, his birthday was two days after Layla's.  I was pretty much out of it.  Layla was starving and was not getting enough food.  I was about to succumb to the woes of scarlet fever.  I was scared that I might have MS.  I had just delivered a baby.  Yeah, I was completely out of it.  Useless, really.

Thankfully my sweet mother-in-law and Brian took care of everything.  I had planned a small birthday party earlier that week.  A few friends and Chuck E. Cheese.  I needed something easy, and for some reason a party at Chuck E. Cheese is about as good as it gets for my kids, so it was a win/win.  They had a blast playing the games, riding the rides and picking out prizes.  I don't think McKay even noticed my absence.  It was a perfect day for him.  

David, Jaxon, Talan, McKay


It seems that there is always a lot of drama surrounding this boy's birthday.  When he was three Ellery had a seizure the day before his birthday which made his Lion King party a little tricky to pull off.  The next year we were living in complete disarray as we were about to move to Oregon just days after his birthday.  And this year, well, you know.  The great thing is that he hasn't noticed.  He is as happy with Chuckie as he would be if I had spent hours and hours on a party at home.
And that's just how he is- happy.  

birthday interview

I've decided to do a birthday interview every year on my kids birthdays.  

Same questions every year.

I'll be interested to see if McKay always likes to wear fancy clothes, or if that's just a five year old thing.  

McKay's Birthday Interview ~ Five

• What are some things you like to do?  Play outside, go to the zoo, go to Disneyland and Chuck E. Cheese
• What sports do you like?  Soccer, football.  And my other favorite sport is baseball.  And basketball.  And I like running.
• What things do you like to do around the house?  Play games with my family.  Play with animals.
• What are some of your favorite foods?  Mac & cheese, fruits, not vegetables, ravioli, and candy.
• What are foods that you don't like?  Vegetables
• What do you like to wear?  Fancy clothes.
• What’s your favorite color?  Teal and blue.
• Where are some of your favorite places to go?  Disneyland, Chuck E. Cheese, parks.
• What things make you happy?  When people say I'm cute.  When I go to fun places.  My birthday and my remote control car.
• What makes you sad?  When people call me or my sister names and being sick makes me sad.   
• What do you do when you are sad?  Play with my mommy.
• What do you do when you are mad?  Make a really mean face.
• Who are your best friends?  Eto, Alyssa, Matty, Jaxon, and Tallan.
• What are your favorite movies or TV shows?  Cartoons, and Batman.  Berenstein Bears, Phineus and Ferb.
• What are your favorite books?  Superhero and transformer books.
• What is your favorite thing about school?  Recess.
• What do you want to be when you grow up?  A zoo keeper.
• Who is your hero?  Dad.
• If you were an animal, what one would you be?  A horse or a tiger.

Happy Birthday McKay!

why i've been gone

Brian has ordered me back to blogging.  I'm not totally feeling like it, but writing has always been my best form of therapy, so I'm sure it will be good for me.  Just to warn you, this is sure to be long and pretty emotional for me.  

I guess I should start by telling you the triple-whammy week I had.  Basically, in one week's time I was told I might have MS, delievered a baby two days later, which was quite painful, and then got scarlet fever three days after that.  One week.  It was horrible.  Really, really horrible.  Well, delivering Layla ended up being okay, but the rest was just awful. 

I don't love this picture at all. . .but this is minutes before we got the news.

So, here's the beginning:

To say that the last several weeks have been the craziest, hardest, scariest and most painful weeks of my life would about cover it.  Thank goodness we got such a beautiful reward out of all of the stuff we've been through.  Sweet little Layla.  Oh we love her.  Her timing?  Well, I know someday I'll look back on it and understand why she came when she did.  It was quite crazy.

I look back on my life three weeks ago and I feel like a different person.  On August 21st, in my 37th week of pregnancy, I went to the hospital because I had trouble talking.  That morning Ellery climbed in bed with Brian and I and we were snuggling for awhile.  Ellery was asking about burping the baby in my tummy and I was explaining what that meant.  I couldn't say the words that I was thinking.  I would try and try but they came out as non-words.  I thought I was having a stroke.  I tried to say, "Brian, am I having a stroke?" as panic started to set in, but instead of saying "stroke" I again said another nonsense word.  Finally, after several failed attempts, I just stopped talking altogether and after a few minutes my speech was back to normal.  Brian did some stroke tests on me, but was concerned enough that he encouraged me to call the on-call OB.  The OB wanted me to come in.  So to the hospital we went.  We were there all day.  After conferring with another OB, the ER doctor and a neurologist they thought that I should have an MRI to rule out stroke-like stuff that I don't know the name of.  

We waited all day for the MRI.  Really all day.  My kids were with my friend Starr, who had just had a baby two weeks before and I felt so guilty that we were taking so long.  I finally had the MRI, which was not a fun experience, and by this time it was about seven o'clock.  We had arrived at eleven.  Eight hours.  After the MRI they told us we had to wait for the neurologist to read the results.  By this time I was done waiting.  I was about to send Brian home to pick up the kids when the OB walked in the room.  Results.  Finally.  

"I have good news and bad news," said the OB.  I interpreted this as meaning they didn't see any signs of stroke (good news) but they don't know what caused the problems (bad news).  I was ready to hop out of bed and get dressed and get home, finally, when he said this next, "The results showed no signs of stroke, but, they did show several lesions on your brain that could be indicative of MS." 

Lesions that could indicate MS.  Mulitple Sclerosis.  As he said those words I could feel all the blood drain out of my body.  I tried so hard to not cry and was successful for a few minutes, and then I decided that I didn't care if the doctor saw me cry.  He looked around for a tissue to give me but could only come up with a scratchy paper towel.  I couldn't even look at Brian.  I had fully expected this to be nothing, just a precaution they were taking.  MS?  I had so many questions but at the same time couldn't really even formulate them to ask.  Plus, the OB was out of his element here.  He doesn't deal with MRI's and MS.  He didn't have a lot of answers.  

The doctors left the room, after giving me a sticky note with the neurologists name and phone number on it and instructions to call him on Monday.  Since I was still pregnant we couldn't do any of the tests needed to determine whether or not it was MS or just something unexplainable, which he said it could also be.  We were just given this potentially devastating news and all we could do was wait.  I stepped off the bed and fell into Brian's arms as our future swirled around in my head.  Visions of me in a wheelchair flooded my mind.  Or me not being able to use my hands.  Or me not being able to talk, like that morning.  I thought of my kids.  How I might not be able to be the mother that I am now to them.  How I might not be able to be the mother I had someday hoped to be.  How Brian might have to take care of me.   Somehow I managed to get dressed. My desire to leave the hospital and pick up my kids was now stronger than it had been all day.

As we were walking out of the hospital I still couldn't control my tears.  A kind nurse asked if I was okay as we walked across the lobby.  I nodded and she sympathetically said, "Did they send you home?"  Oh yeah.  I'm pregnant.  She thinks they are sending me home because I thought I was in labor.  "I wish," is what I thought as I again nodded to the nurse.  Easier that way.  

As we crossed the street and headed into parking lot, holding tight to Brian's hand, I had a moment of clarity through all my clouded emotions.  "Maybe this is all for our good.  Maybe this is a learning experience to bring me and Brian closer together, and closer to the Lord.  Maybe we need this to be humbled and to learn and to increase our faith.  Maybe I don't have MS."  

It was a comforting thought.  It was so comforting, in fact, that I recognized that it probably wasn't my own thought.  But fear soon took over my thoughts again and the shock of it all continued to set in.  

Are you tired?  I am.  I cried through most of this post. . .reliving it I guess.  I could talk about calling our parents that night.  I could talk about how our amazing families fasted for us the next day.  I could tell you how their prayers literally lifted me up at church the next day.  Or how our Sunday school lesson that day was on Job and how  I realized that I can do hard things and that there is purpose behind suffering.  There's a lot I could tell you about the days and weeks that followed.  But, I feel like skipping to the end.  

After Layla was born I met with the neurologist.  He did all sorts of funny tests with my body, asked me lots of questions and showed us the lesions on the MRI.  He ordered a more extensive MRI, now that I wasn't pregnant, that included my spinal cord and my brain again, this time with dye.  He answered some of our questions.  I had the MRI last Friday.  It was an hour and a half.  I was really nervous about having one that long.  But with the help of a little Xanex I did just fine.  After more waiting, we finally got a phone call from the neurologist last week.  There were no lesions on my cervical spine and none of the lesions on my brain were enhanced with the dye.  This is good news!  So, as of now I don't have MS.  I will get another MRI in five months to see if there are any changes.  I have mixed feelings about this.  I wanted the doctor to say, "You don't have it.  Go on with your life.  You're free of this disease forever!"  But he didn't say that.  There is not really any sense of closure or finality.  It's more of a wait and see thing.  Given the latest MRI results, MS is much less likely, but not ruled out entirely.  I have to keep in mind that this too is part of what I have to go through- part of what I have to learn.  Even though I am frustrated, I am very grateful.  

Now that the heat of it has passed, I can see that I did learn a lot through this experience.  And, of course, still learning.  I am so grateful for all those who prayed and fasted for us.  Clearly, prayers are answered.  I am so humbled by the amount of love we felt from so many.  That was another wonderful part of this whole awful thing.  We had amazing support from our friends and family.  We are so blessed.  I am grateful that I can already look back on this experience and realize the blessings that have come from it.  

So, that kind of explains my lack of posting.  That, and I did have a baby.  I knew three would be hard for me.  And it is.  It's just not in the way that I thought.  We are still settling in around here and I am still walking the line of normal life and postpartum land.  Trying hard to stay in normal life, but every so often I loose my footing.  I have loads of posts in mind though and Brian keeps bugging me to do them.  So, I guess I'm back.  It feels good to be back.  

The next story to tackle?  Layla's dramatic entrance into the world.  And I mean dramatic!

it's time

When I first started this blog in 2007, just months after Ellery was born, I decided that I would eventually make it private.

Well, eventually has caught up to me and now I've decided to actually do it.

Everyone is invited.  I just kind of have that feeling like it's time.  So, leave a comment with your email address if you want to keep reading.  I would love for you to keep reading.  Even if I didn't know you were reading. . .that's okay.    

Making a blog private, for my mom and sister who don't know what that means, will just make it so you have to sign in to your google account before viewing. . .just like leaving a comment, really.  I know it's kind of annoying, but I gotta do it.  

Think I'll make the switch in two weeks.

hi

I don't even know how to begin to tell you about the last few weeks.  Lots of tears, prayers, sickness, stress and frustration.  I'll get to it soon. . .I'm just slightly overwhelmed at the thought of writing it all down right now.  I will say that things are finally looking up around here.

This little girl has been a little light through it all.  Thank goodness for her.  Today is her due date.  She came at a really crazy time, but a day hasn't gone by where I haven't been grateful that she's outside and not inside still.  I'm loving not being pregnant anymore and loving snuggling sweet little Layla in my arms even more.  She is so precious.  So tiny and so precious.

I can't wait to get back to my thoughts on a Sunday. . .or Thursday or whatever day.  I have so many and I need to start writing them down or else I'll surely forget them.  One sad thought is that I wish I could have been showing you cute pictures of my girl all this time.  And my other kids too.  They are so sweet and already love Layla so much.  But I guess eventually I'll catch up.

picture pile

Finally getting around to posting some photos of Layla's first few days. 

The start of smother mother's favorite obsession.

First family photo.  Unfortunately not a favorite.

There couldn't be a sweeter big brother. . .or Grandma for that matter.

Sweet little Layes.

One-eyed Willy and a pregnancy mask.

Her middle name was all my decision. . .and it was most definitely a hard one for me.

Layla and her daddy have the same hairdo. 

Going home.

I wanted a picture of the weather on the day we left the hospital.  Maybe that's weird.

she's here

Sweet baby Layla 

August 25th ~ 2:24 a.m.

6 lbs. 3 oz. ~ 19 1/2 in.

Still deciding on a middle name.

Pretty certain her first will be Layla.

So glad she's finally here.

We are totally in love already.

thoughts on a sunday

*Never got a chance to finish this post, or put it on the blog, so here it is.

• Brian got new running shoes in the mail this week.  He opened them when he got home from school and literally spent the first hour looking at them, lacing them. trying them on.  At one point I looked over at him and he was just holding one in his arms like a baby, staring at it.  Lost in love, I guess.

• McKay learned how to pump on the swings.  Oh finally!

• I got my hair done this week.  A friend in the ward watched my kids for three hours!  I felt so guilty and really missed having Grandma live right by my stylist in Utah.  

• I missed Grandmas, yes, but I also missed my old stylist.  I sat there nervously in the chair wondering how and if my hair would turn out how I wanted.  I know there are bigger problems out there, but finding a new hair stylist is a very unnerving, annoying problem.  Glad to report that my hair turned out just how I wanted it.  Whew!

• Oh you just know that I have pink eye in both eyes.  Yep.  I am large, in charge and blood-shot.  It's a beautiful combination.  

• I miss the mother that I used to be.  Does that make sense?  I am struggling over feeling guilty about not playing with my kids and not having a lot of patience the last little while.  My poor kids.  Do they remember how I used to be?  Do they notice a difference?  I hope it doesn't take too long to find myself again after this girl comes out.  

• I keep forgetting to tell you, but the most wonderful thing happened to me!  A few weeks ago our landlord emailed us and said she wanted to get the condo "deep cleaned" and asked if it would be alright with us for her to send her cleaning lady here.  Um, hello!  YES!  So on Tuesday there were two ladies here deep cleaning for three hours.  That's six hours worth of cleaning my friends!  Can you believe my good fortune?  I feel so happy.

• Brian just shared with me what Ellery does when I send her in to wake him up on the rare mornings when he gets to sleep in.  First of all, she is the most heavy-footed toddler I've ever heard- you can hear her coming down the hall even if you're in a dead sleep.  She climbs into bed with him, kisses him on the back, says, "good morning, daddy" and then starts jabbering about the wedding picture that is on his bedside table.  Every time she does this same routine.  I think it is most precious.  I would love for her to wake me up with a kiss on the back!  I just get a nose-to-nose greeting with an adamant question, "Momma, please can I have a gink-a-milk?!"

Happy Sunday.

thoughts on a sunday

Mack, looking like a missionary with his newly acquired button collection, and a backpack full of crayons and snacks. . .what you can't see is the little Jewish cap he has on his head that he wanted to wear to church.  "But I AM Jewish, mom!"

• I'm sitting here in a quiet house while my two boys are at church and Ellery, aka pinkeye, is taking a rest.  When we found out that Elle had pinkeye I was the first to jump at the chance to stay home with her.  Maybe I didn't even jump.  Maybe I leaped.  If you know me well, you know that I hate staying home from church.  I always prefer to be the one to go if one of us has to stay home with a sick kid.  But not today.  Today I am happy that I don't have to squeeze into an uncomfortable outfit and sit upright for three hours.  And I'm happy that no will have to see me do that.  And I'm happy that no one will talk to me about how much longer I have left or how uncomfortable I look.  Yes, I'm quite happy right here in my sweats, reading the Ensign and taking my own rest.  Thanks pinkeye.

• No really, pinkeye is totally gross!  My kids have never had this before.  I hate it.  I feel extremely upset that just before I am due to have a baby I have this gross, goopey infection floating around my house.  Poor little Ellery woke up this morning with one eye glued shut.  At first, she thought it was really beautiful that we kept saying she had pinkeye.  Now she yells at us, "I don't have a pink eye!"  That's when we're trying to put her antibiotic eye drops in.  She doesn't like that at all.  Thankfully, the eye drops are working and it's already getting better.  By tomorrow she shouldn't be contagious anymore.  

• Back to the boys who are at church.  They looked exactly like twins as I kissed them goodbye.  Gray pants, white shirts, black shoes and belts, fuzzy, shaved heads.  It was precious.  Since I am not there with my big bag to hold coloring books and snacks, McKay packed a little backpack and thinks he is the man for carrying his own backpack to church.  He brought enough snacks to feed the primary.

• Last week as we were driving to church I recognized that I had more jewelry on than normal.  Necklace, earrings, bracelets and even a ring.  It suddenly seemed completely ridiculous to me that we decorate ourselves with jewelry.  We're just putting decorations on our bodies.  For what?  Not that I don't like doing it, but isn't it funny if you really think about it?  I shared this with Brian, who agreed with me and made some snarky comment about how women do that kind of thing.  But I was quick to point out the non-functional tie decoration hanging from his neck.  Nothing snarky after that!

• Portland is experiencing another heat wave.  Brian and I laugh at how crazy the news gets when they have a "heat wave".  The news coverage is equivalent to an earthquake or something.  Anyway, it really has been quite hot, which has kept us inside a lot the last few days.  The kids did enjoy it when we filled up a big storage bin as a makeshift pool for them to play in.  

• I read a quote this week from Gordon B. Hinckley about parenting:  

"You parents, love your children. . .You need more than your own wisdom in rearing them.  You need the help of the Lord.  Pray for that help and follow the inspiration which you receive."

• This has inspired me to more than ever pray for direction as I raise these babies of mine.  Up until now I have felt that they are too young and that we haven't really started that phase yet.  This week it seems that everywhere I look I am reminded that this is not the case.  It's not too soon to pray for help and inspiration as I interact and guide them.  Maybe I'm late to the game on this, but the experiences I've had that have directed me to these thoughts have most definitely caused me to change my view on things.  So grateful that no matter what- no matter how insignificant our worries or concerns may seem- we are not alone as we raise our children.  This brings me great comfort.

• Brian has his last clinical tomorrow!  After that he just has class once a week and then a couple finals to get through.  I'm so, so, so happy that this baby is coming during his time off.  

• Nesting is in full swing around here.  Typically, I have been pretty crazy with what I want to do or get done before I have a baby.  This time is different.  Maybe because my house is newer and cleaner and we just moved in a year ago.  Maybe because I just don't have it in me to be more uptight.  I don't know, but my list isn't as overwhelming this time and I'm enjoying that.  Still have plenty to do to keep me busy though.  I'm working on decorating the baby's room, which has been fun.  I'm in the process of making a few things and I just hope they turn out as cute in real life as they are in my head.  That doesn't always happen for me.

• I got out all the baby clothes and blankets and washed them.  As I was folding a basket full of clothes I think it hit Brian that we are having another baby.  It's always funny to witness this happening to him.  You know, the moment he realizes that there will be another child in his life.  That this is real.  This is pretty much spot-on timing for him as well.  The last month is when it happens.

• Let me tell you something that I have mixed feelings about.  Brian is running the Hood-to-Coast relay after all.  Initially he wasn't going to be able to because of a final, but then he got the "go-ahead" from his program director, and so that was that.  He was so happy that it worked out.  I am happy for him.  I know he really wants to do it.  It's a really neat opportunity.  But.  Then.  Part of me is feeling mad because now I have all this added pressure to not give birth on those two days.  And part of me wonders, "what if he totally misses it?"  He could.  He probably won't, but he could.  Me and this un-named baby girl do not like this kind of pressure.  It makes us nervous.  And you never know what will happen if we get nervous.  And.  On top of all that pressure, think of the backlash we might get if we happen to go into labor on that day and he misses the race?  Think of it!  We will never live it down. 

• On a positive note, Brian said, "If I miss it, then you can name the baby whatever you want and I won't say anything."  I said, "Um, hello obvious!"  Of course I would do that.  I wouldn't even bother to ask.  Then I would say, "Say hello to your daughter, Cosette." and he would have to.  

• Don't worry.  I really do love Brian. . .even if he says the name Cosette is equivalent to naming a son Pierre.    

Happy Sunday!

i spy with my little eye. . .

nine kids and a little momma at the fish hatchery. . .

with wonder in their eyes. . .

from seeing Herman, the 10 ft sturgeon. . .

and stinky hands. . .

from feeding all the fish.

  

I spy with my little eye. . .

a picnic blanket full of cousins. . .

and an outfit change from one fashion-conscious two year old. . .

with plates full of honey-lime enchiladas. . .

that were a hit with some. . .

and un-touched by others.

I spy with my little eye. . .

cousins playing together. . .

and a 16 year old and a 10 year old competing with the preschoolers. . .

after a late afternoon of church.  

I spy with my little eye. . .

a proud little boy. . .

showing his cousins the "gutter". . .

at the Portland temple.

I spy with my little eye. . .

cherry chip ice cream and brownies in the park on a Sunday evening. . .

and some very chilly people. . .

who aren't used to the humidity's cold effects. . .

even in the summertime.

I spy with my little eye. . .

nine excellent berry pickers. . .

and one with professional grocer/berry picking aspirations. . .

and some white shoes that will never be the same. . .

and a berry about to be snatched!

I spy with my little eye. . .

nine cousins at the Oregon Zoo. . .

and two balloons that had to be popped. . .

and one flip-flop, before it fell into the giraffe's home. . .

which meant one really dirty left foot for one unhappy little boy.

I spy with my little eye. . .

a fun late-night for some, sleep over for others. . .

and a bored 16 year old who doesn't love babysitting. . .

and a small pile of blueberries on the floor, 

followed by a, "lets not tell our moms" comment. . .

from my two year old.

I spy with my little eye. . .

a boy sleeping sideways. . .

and ashie's little bum. . .

and a limb from a night-gown wearing princess.

I spy with my little eye. . .

too big of a group at Powell's book store. . .

and pinduli the hyena-boy.

I spy with my little eye. . .

too big of a group on the train downtown. . .

and a unicorn. . .

and curly joe. . .

with an armful of trendy teenage bracelets. . .

and a tassel or two.

I spy with my little eye. . .

five cousins with one mother. . .

while the rest went for donuts. . .

and a boy who got soaked. . .

and a girl who wanted to get naked. . .

and a boy with stinky socks. . .

and three kids who had to go to the bathroom. . .

all at different times.

I spy with my little eye. . .

cute kids in the beautiful rose garden. . .

which is the only place. . .

in the portland area. . .

that sells shaved ice!

(you know my sweet husband surprised me with one.)

I spy with my little eye. . .

a lady with a long, swishy, pioneer-like skirt. . .

who walked around downtown Portland. . .

as if she had eight children. . .

plus one on the way. . .

who may or may not have felt. . .

that everyone was staring at her. . .

and her litter.

*****

What the eye can't see. . .

is how much we loved having these cousins visit. . .

plus their parents-

they were okay too.

And. . .

let us not forget

the major swelling left behind

for the poor, pregnant, pioneer lady

and her feet, face and hands.

We miss them already. . .

swelling or not.

Thanks for a wonderful four days, Allreds!