THE SCOOP!

Well, it's official! Barry and I are having a GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO!!! I am sooooo excited!

And we are officially scheduled to have my C-section (I have to have a C-section. They don't allow VBAC's in Carlsbad) on October 6th! I don't know what time yet, but that's the News! YAY for babies!

This is the most innappropriate picture I will ever post of my little girl. When the doctor was checking the sex, he said, "Oh, I see a little hamburger!" I said, "did you just call it a hamburger?" and he points at it and says, "Well, that's what it looks like!" haha! So there you go. With Grayson they said they saw his "little floater" and now we have a "little hamburger"! Do you think they teach those terms in medical school? hahaha!

Here's her face. (We only have a 2D Sonogram machine here) She sort of looks like an japanese anime character... haha

Another day...

Well, today was MORTIFYING!!!! The worst moment of Mommyhood, thus far. We just got back from Alabama, so our fridge was completely empty. Grayson and I decided to do a harmless shopping trip to Walmart. Now, Grayson is WILD. RAMBUNCTIOUS. ANTSY. (Insert your own word here). He WILL NOT sit in the basket with a seat belt, so I let him ride in the cart (ignoring the warning sign they place on all shopping carts) but it has worked out well so far.

Today, I was simply reaching for a loaf of bread, turning my back for five brief seconds, just to turn around in time to see my son nose dive out of the shopping cart and hit his head on the floor. (It looked awful, I honestly thought he broke his neck for a few seconds.) But, two Walmart workers just happened to be walking by when it happened so they jump on their walkie-talkies and call a bunch of people over with a first aid kit and paper work. The store manager comes and makes me fill out a statement paper, and then she kept asking me, "Now you DIDN'T have him strapped in, correct?" She asked me that like five times, as if making sure I knew the whole incident was my fault. I was so grateful though, a passerby just happened to be an EMT so she came over and checked out Grayson and she actually snapped at the manager, pointing out that their shopping cart didn't even have a seat belt on it. Finally, they warned me about the signs of concussions, brought me a new cart with a seat belt, then told me they would be calling tomorrow and left after asking me if I was sure Grayson didn't need an icepack. I was just waiting for her to give me the "worst mother of the year" award, the way she was treating me. After they left, the EMT lady said, "Don't let them bother you, they're just worried about getting sued. All three of my kids have had broken noses and arms by falling off of stuff... that's just what kids do. "
It was nice to have someone there be a little understanding or sympathetic. I KNOW it was my fault (and partially my wild child's fault) for falling out of the cart. But still... it was so embarrassing. I guess I am officially inducted into the Motherhood club. Luckily Grayson didn't even get a bruise. I won't be stepping foot in a store for a while.

Photo shoot...

You can judge me or call me a bad mother, but you're wrong. It was a brilliant plan.

I've always wanted to take pictures of Grayson by our tree. Don't ask me why... I just love those pictures of little kids on or by trees. Unfortunately, Grayson has a mind of his own now and refuses to pose or smile for any kind of photo. Well, he was climbing this very tree the other day and his little foot slipped and was caught in a Y part at the bottom. Instead of helping my poor stuck child, I saw an opportunity. Fate was playing its part so I ran inside to get the camera (Don't gasp too loudly, the camera was right by the door!) My little boy was trapped, glued to the tree I've always wanted to capture on film and I got to snap all the pictures I wanted! He couldn't move! (Insert evil laugh here.) In most of them, he is shouting, "MA!" (That's Mom in Grayson talk) and trying to break free, but I got a few cute ones. No smiles, but cute. And in the end, he finally sat for five seconds so I could take one last picture... So I'll take that as a sign that he wasn't too traumatized.

GRRRR....

I don't have anything fun and exciting to blog about so here is a gripe, because people love listening to other people complain right? RIGHT??? Anyway, Here are things that drive me crazy.
1- TEXTING in the movie theatre. Seriously, if you honestly think people won't notice and become irritated by the constant little flashing light of your phone screen... you're probably not bright enough to be using a cell phone.

2- Teenagers who talk CONSTANTLY during movies. (Can you tell I recently went to the movies?) There was a group of about ten teenagers who talked during our entire ACTION movie... WHO DOES THAT?!?!? I can understand maybe wanting to chat during a sappy drama, but this was WOLVERINE! There were explosions, slashings, fight scenes, sexy men... YOU JUST DON'T chat DURING ALL OF THAT!!!!

3- Teenagers in general. (and children) OK, I know a lot of great teenagers BUT... I feel like the majority of youth nowadays are simply not being taught respect... and yes I blame the parents. My good friend is a second grade teacher and she already has bratty kids talking back to her. I heard of a kindergartener (I think I massacred the spelling of that) that yelled at the teacher using the Mother of all Swear words!!! Teenagers crack jokes about things I consider entirely sacred. AND... THEY TALK DURING MOVIES!! What is WRONG!?!?! Where are the parents and WHAT THE HECK are they teaching these poor kids!?!

4- It's hot!!!

That's it. That's my gripe. Maybe I shouldn't go to the movie theatre anymore. I think the stress it causes might be bad for the baby!

Kids do the darndest things...

I guess this is my 100th post! YAY!!! But that's not what I'm here to write about. Our house isn't that big, but it is mostly (fake) wood floors, so it takes a while to sweep it. The other day I was sweeping, and my "wonderful" little boy followed me around the entire time with his recorder, blasting the only note he could play. Usually, I would be pulling my hair out but typically, he tries to grab the broom or dustpan and then cries when he doesn't get it... so that one, close-to-a-dog-whistle-pitched recorder note was beautiful music. I actually finished sweeping. What a great day!

Yesterday, I was also trying to clean. The recorder was no where to be found. But what was found was this huge spiderman alarm clock my little brother passed down to Grayson. Its batteries are almost dead so very mumbled, Spiderman would say "I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman" followed by some bizarre dying crunchy noises. Well, the button to that little phrase was easy to push so that's what followed me around as I was cleaning. Over and over and over and over and over. "I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman" crunch crunch crunch.

Next time, I think I'll dig out the recorder before I start cleaning.

Things.

Mommy and Grayson and Daddy in their matching shirts; Easter Sunday.


Grayson doesn't smile for the camera anymore, so this is genuine. And my favorite pic in the world. HE got a little frog that does flips and this was the first time we wound it for him. haha



Still watching the frog...




If you haven't noticed, I haven't blogged in a while. Our computer crashed... again. BUT, my amazing tech brother fixed it... again. So he will be mailing our hard drive back today so we should have a computer up and running in a few days. YAY!!!!!! SO I thought I would just fill you in on the few things that have happened over the span of this time.



#1- nothing exciting.



#2- my husband turned 25... and for your information says that he is NOT old, and won't be old until he is really old. It bothers us when young people say they are old... haha.



#3- We officially have tickets to fly to Alabama in June!!! I will be meeting Barry's oldest brother and family for the first time, and although I know them relatively well and I already love them, I'm kind of nervous. haha! It's like I'll have to impress his family all over again, like I did so they would let him marry me!!! But seriously... I AM SOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!



#4- I am already 13 weeks and 4 days along, and today they couldn't find the baby's heartbeat. I freaked out a little bit, but they found it on the sonogram. The doctor said the baby was hiding behind my pelvic bone. So everything is great, I am healthy, baby is healthy...



#5- I found out I have only gained one pound thus far. Which should be really exciting news, but it's not. It's like being told... "You're just fat." haha. Oh well, it will give me a resolution for the new year right?

#6- Barry's almost done with all his pre-reqs and will be applying for the nursing program soon. I am so proud of him and can't wait to have him home for the evenings this summer.

So there you go... I could only come up with six things for an entire month's span. Oh well, life is good! Hope you all had great Easters... sorry I haven't been able to keep up on your blogs!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARRY!!!!

Barry's birthday happened to fall on Easter this year but I tried to make it his birthday anyway. On Friday, we went bowling with some great friends of ours (don't ask our scores, they were pathetic haha) then we went to another friend's house for cake and ice cream. Next comes Easter. I was supposed to sing in Sacrament meeting, but go extremely sick the Friday before (Don't worry, I am fine now) so the night before, I taught Barry a new song and he ended up singing in my place. My Grandparents were in town, and by the end of the song they were both bawling... oh yeah, he's that good! For those of you who don't know, my husband pretty much has the most gorgeous voice ever, and you should all be jealous :). So after church, we had Barry's birthday BEFORE we celebrated Easter. So we opened his presents: two cards from my parents and grandparents, and then I got him a new frisbee golf set and I also gave him a bag that he lost about four years ago. It was his favorite bag and my dad found it a month ago in their garage so I wrapped it up and he was soooooooo excited! So then we had MORE cake and icecream and that was Barry's Great birthday. I love my 25 year old stud!