Somewhat normal again

As of today, we are somewhat normal people again. My poor 2-week old baby got the stomach flu on Wednesday night that lasted through Friday. On top of the flu, he had a croup-sounding cough that was kind of scary. I almost took him to the emergency room on Thursday night, but thought that I would wait until Friday. Luckily, he felt better on Friday. He has slept on my stomach for the past 3 nights so that he wouldn't choke if he threw up or coughed.


Wednesday night, my fabulous book club friends gave me a little baby shower with the 6 of us. They are the most giving and thoughtful people. I received some adorable clothes, the softest blankets ever, and a photo session with Jill (I am sooooo excited!). And, of course, a great assortment of yummy food. Naturally, I just took for granted that Jill would document the event with pictures; so, sadly you'll have to look at her site for pictures of the fun occasion.

With this crazy flu that has been storming through this house, I still have not written about Halloween. The kids picked out their outfits this year (thank goodness for costumes that you can buy for under $20!). Max was batman, Jake was a black Ninja, Devin was a "BIOOO" (BYU) football player, and Mason was a giraffe. Now this sounds great; however, I believe that there is always trauma that comes with Halloween. It happens every year. Let's see if I can document this correctly.

• Max's batman costume was a button-in-the-back costume. He wore the costume to school, so we were just praying that he didn't have to go to the bathroom, because it would be very embarrassing to have to ask the girl teacher to button him back up. (He didn't have to go, thank goodness.) But, the batman costume has flashing lights that you can turn on and off. The wire to turn the lights on and off was hooked up to the back, so we had to rig the costume to have the wire run down his arm -- heaven forbid that he couldn't turn the batman light on by himself during the Halloween parade!

• Jake's costume was supposed to be a white ninja. Of course, he opened the package before Halloween and has been wearing it around the house. Well, the morning of the Halloween parade at school, he couldn't find the white ninja mask. He couldn't possibly wear the costume without the mask! So, 10 minutes before his ride was coming and very upset about the mask, he decided to go as a karate person with his somewhat dirty karate outfit. But, for trick-or-treating, he didn't want to be the karate person, he wanted to find the ninja mask. It was not to be found. So, I let him open the black ninja costume that I was going to return because Max decided to be batman. Unfortunately, now the white shoes that he was going to wear didn't match the black ninja outfit. And, he was furious with Max for wearing the black shoes to go with his black batman costume. 15 minutes late for trunk-or-treating, we finally got him to wear the black cowboy boots. What a tragedy to have to wear cowboy boots when you're a ninja!!!
  

• Devin, for some reason, decided that he was not going to wear any of the many costumes that we have in the Halloween bucket. (Although, he has been wearing them around the house perfectly happy for the past how many days!) So, once again, late for trunk-or-treating, we asked him what he wanted to be. "BIOOOOO" (BYU) football, he said. Great! We could pull together a costume like that in this house full of BYU fans. But, unfortunately we couldn't find our BYU jersey. So, we put any shirt on with a number and gave him the BYU helmet that is broken to wear. He was pleased as can be.

• Mason was a giraffe. The outfit was 12-months, but I just couldn't fathom buying a new outfit when I wasn't even going to take him out trick-or-treating. So, I let him curl up in the costume just for pictures. So cute!

Yeah! Halloween is over. It's definitely not my favorite holiday. Bah humbug to me!

Thank You!

We have sadly had a horrible case of the flu here this past week. Devin had it last Wednesday, Nate had it Friday & Saturday, and I got it last night. My laundry room is out of control. Because we have been dealing with so much sickness, the mailbox was left unopened this past week. I had to laugh at Nate as he finally went to the mailbox and stumbled in with his arms full. He said that he almost had to make two trips.

I was so pleasantly surprised with the many thoughtful things in that mailbox for me and for my family.

Jill sent me such a sweet card welcoming Mason into the world. Thanks, Jill!

Amy Hanks sent me the most unbelievable package. She made this adorable, pink, girlie, purse just for me. Amy is one of the most talented people that I know. She also included a mystery book for me to read. I love to read mystery and suspense novels. Thank you so much, Amy!!!


Jenn sent a cute Halloween package for the boys. They absolutely love to get mail. She sent Mason some adorable Halloween pjs, and there was even a little goodie bag for me! Thank you so much, Jenn!

Jenny Clouse also sent me the sweetest package. A Sudoku puzzle book -- those puzzles really relax me, a note pad and stickers, and the cutest outfits for Mason. I absolutely adore little velour outfits. Thank you so much for thinking of me, Jenny!!!

I really appreciate everything that everyone has done for us -- the meals, the calls, the notes, the packages. Thank you.

He's Here!!!

First of all, thank you so much for all of your sweet comments on your blogs. Thank you for thinking of me.

Mason Kyle Jensen
Born: October 15, 2006
Time: 8:02 am
Weight: 9 lbs. 12 oz.
Length: 21 inches

Yes, my plan worked somehow. I had this baby on the 15th. I am very stubborn and strong-willed, but we all know that. The irony is that my induction was scheduled for 7 am on the 15th, but my water broke at 2:06 am. I went into labor on my own for the very first time -- on the day that I wanted! The other ironic thing is that I was talking to my neighbor a couple of days before telling her that she might be getting a call at 2 am on that day because my body just might be listening to me. And then my water broke at about 2 am!


So, after my water broke, we really didn't have a plan because we had a bunch of helpers scheduled in shifts for the next day. Although I did tell my neighbor that I would call, she has a nursing baby and her husband is the bishop. Sunday is not exactly the best day for the bishop's wife to not have any sleep and to have to get 5 kids ready for church on her own the next day. So, we ended up calling Nate's cousin and wife who don't have any kids to come and sleep over with the kids. We left and called them while en route to the hospital hoping that they would answer and would get to our house quickly. It all worked great.


After I was checked in and set up in a room, I was officially checked into the hospital at about 3:30 am. Because I wasn't progressing very quickly, they started the Petocin to get things moving a bit faster. My contractions at that time weren't too bad because they were all in my stomach, not my back. As the time got closer to about 5:45 am, my contractions were about 5 minutes apart and moving quite strongly to my back. I asked for my epidural, but I still had about 15 minutes left of the Petocin to work through my body. Then, it took the anesthetist about 10 more minutes to get to my room. By the time he got there, my contractions were about 1 1/2 minutes apart -- all in my back -- and I was in intense pain. I had a fabulous nurse, though, who talked me through every contraction. It took about 20 minutes to get the epidural in my back and working. I was in so much pain that my back kept arching and it was hard for him to get the needle in place. They had me sit up and hold onto Nate's arms and neck. He had bright red scratch marks on him after those excruciating 20 minutes. As a matter of fact, after the epidural was finally in my back, I heard the nurse say, "You don't look so good. You better lie down." I was about to lie down when I realized that everyone in the room was not looking at me, but at Nate! It was like a scene from a movie when everyone forgets about the woman in intense labor pain and instead all their attention is on the poor husband who doesn't look so good. Nate had his head bent down with my nails clawing at him and his knees locked. He was pale and sickly green when I let go and he almost passed out. Although at the time I had absolutely no sympathy and actually said, "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"


My doctor arrived at about 7:30 am dressed in his suit -- he had to leave his Bishopric meeting. He said that when the nurse called him at 3:30 am and told him that I had been admitted, he just started laughing. I think that my doctor was the only person who realized that I was serious about this baby coming on the 15th. At least someone had faith in me!

I think that the anesthetist felt bad about all of the pain I had and gave me an extra dose of something, because I could not feel my legs until about 4 hours after I gave birth. I felt pretty stupid when people had to literally pick me up to move me to different beds, or to put my feet in the stirrups.

Mason was born at 8:02 am and was 9 lbs. 12 oz. -- my biggest baby! We named him Mason Kyle Jensen. (Mason just because I like it, and Kyle after my brother) I absolutely love his name, although it sounds a lot like Nathan, so people think that we named him after Nate. I hope that it's not a huge problem as he is growing up.


I spent every minute that I could in the hospital. I had such kinds nurses taking care of me. Although with the epidural, I didn't feel the pain of giving birth to such a large baby, I sure did feel the pain afterwards. In fact, they kept giving me Percocet to help lessen the pain; but, my body isn't used to so much pain medication, so one night, I just threw it all up.

Nate and Jake came to pick us up from the hospital on Tuesday morning. I found out that Nate brought Jake to the emergency room at the same hospital the night before because he had asthma and croup so badly that he couldn't breathe. They were kind enough not to call me knowing that I would just freak out and feel that I had to be with him. Poor Jake.

Mason is an absolute angel. He rarely cries and sleeps so well during the day, and as of last night, during the night as well. I have the best 4 little boys in the world!

Almost Ready

I can't even begin to tell you how much I have been able to accomplish the last couple of weeks.

1. The crib is ready
2. All the baby clothes are washed & ironed & hung
3. I finished (7)of the pictures that I still had to do. Now I only have (4) left.
4. The dishwasher is fixed -- thanks to (3) gallons of vinegar and (1) fabulous bottle of Dishwasher Magic (it really does do wonders!)
5. We found the most fabulous plumber who didn't charge us a thing to fix the sink in the bathroom, the plug in the tub, he tightened and fixed valves on the water heater, and gave me advise on the dishwasher. Does anybody need to know his name? He's definitely going to be my plumber of choice when we finish our basement.
6. I got a pedicure -- thanks to my fabulous book club friends. I kept one last pedicure to use right before this baby. Nobody should have a baby without cute toes!!!
7. I finally packed my bag
8. The kids have outfits washed and ironed for a few days
9. The kids' homework is organized and ready to go

I went to the doctor on Monday for my last check. I haven't even started to dialate, yet. Ironically, my Cabbage Patch feet went away and now my feet only swell if I sit for hours at a time in one spot -- like I did at church and at Young Womens when we made jewelry. I still have fluffy Scarlett Johansson lips, though. Tuesday (the 10th) was my due date. The doctor will induce me whenever I want. I honestly almost asked to just get it over with on the 10th (just to make sure that I have a date with a multiple of 5); however, I decided to gamble and try to hold out until the 15th. And, yes...the doctor does know that the 15th is a Sunday. He told me that after what I went through last year with the two miscarriages, he will do whatever I ask. So, the induction is scheduled for Sunday the 15th. Now, let's just hope that I don't go into labor on Friday the 13th. Wouldn't that be a slap in the face!!! I'll keep you posted

Company for Conference Weekend

We have had a rush of company again this Conference weekend, which is nothing abnormal, but why is it that so many crazy things seem to happen to us before company arrives?

Nate's parents and sister and her family came into town and stayed with Nate's other sister. My sister Alli and her husband and new little baby came as well and stayed with us. The night before they arrived, the pilot light on our hot water heater decided to stop working causing a leak in the basement and no hot water upstairs. I could not do dishes, and I could not do laundry. And, I had to give everybody a sponge bath because we could not take showers. With that, the problems with our house now also included:

1. Broken dishwasher
2. Plugged pipes in the laundry room
3. Clogged sink and tub in master
4. A/C still broken
5. Our nice big screen tv decided to blow some of the color tubes that we will have to fix because the picture is kind of fuzzy

It was unbelievable. Our house is only 4 years old!!! While we were trying to deal with this, the bunk beds finally arrived. Actually, I shouldn't say that they arrived, because they didn't on their own. I was told that they would be here last Saturday, so we took all the beds apart and moved the crib only for Bassett not to show up last Saturday because some of the parts had not arrived. Then I was told that they would come on Monday -- nope, not Monday either. I called again on Wednesday and was finally told that the part had arrived, but that they didn't have enough delivery men there to deliver it. I told the supervisor that I did not care how it got here, but the beds would be delivered to my house that day and that he would have to figure out how to get it here. The supervisor delivered it himself. Cute bunk bed, but I'm done with Bassett.

The great news is that Devin absolutely loves his new big boy bed. It was a brilliant plan on my part to buy him the train bed comforter. He stayed in his new bed from night #1. Yeah!!!

Although we had company this weekend, Nate and the boys had already planned on going to the Boise State vs. Utah State game with some friends in the neighborhood. I've always thought that Nate was an intense BYU fan, but he is nothing compared to this neighbor who is a Boise State fan. He bought about 50 tickets to the game and had shirts made for everybody who went. Then he created his own tailgate party and painted all the boys with orange/blue hair and painted their faces. My boys had a blast.

By the way, we did figure out the hot water problem. My fabulous neighbor who is the wife of a heating/plumbing specialist gave us a few tips. They worked. She saved us a lot of money. We were all able to take showers this weekend. (Although there is still a slow leak in the basement and the dishwasher still doesn't work!!!)

And...I do have pictures taken of most of the above but I don't know how to get them off of my camera because somehow I didn't put the memory card back in from the last time that I used it. So, once again, I've messed up with the camera. At the end of the day, it's just nice to know that we had a good time with our company and we're still trying to piece our house back together and to get ready for this baby.

Brotherly Love and Craziness As Usual

Today found Devin in time out -- once again. This time for writing on the kitchen table with a marker. (He's lucky that it was washable marker, but it is still unacceptable.) Devin usually sits in his time out chair quietly until I go in and talk to him; but today, he just screamed. When the screaming stopped, I went in to talk to him, only to find Jake holding him and quieting him down. It was so cute. Those two are really good friends.

Jake was invited to a boy/girl birthday party today. Since entering Kindergarten, he suddenly thinks that girls have cooties. Once he found out that this was a cowboy birthday party, though, he couldn't stop talking about it and was so excited to go. It was a very cute party and looked like it took a lot of preparation. They had the little girls grandfather bring his shetland horses to the party and he gave all of the kids a ride in a buggy. It was so cute. They even let Devin and Max ride in the buggy, which really made everyone happy. It brought back memories for me. I had a little shetland pony named Spunky when I was little and we had a buggy that our horses would pull. I love horses.

(Jake with Mindy the shetland pony)

This weekend was pretty full, as usual. But, it was also fun. This was our Saturday schedule:
9:00 -- Jake's last soccer game
1:00 -- Max's last soccer game
1:00 -- BYU game (Nate went with some friends)
5:00 -- Max's 1st basketball game
6:30 -- I went to dinner with some friends
9:00 -- Nate watches a football game with some friends
The rest of the evening: I plan my Young Women's lesson. I was definitely not prepared.


We were almost late for Jake's 9:00 soccer game on Saturday because we couldn't find Devin's soccer shirt. Even though he is only 2, he thinks that he is also on the team, and he won't go to the game without his soccer shirt.

(Devin thinks that he was the star player of the soccer team.)

(Devin)

(Max)

(Jake with 2 of his good friends)

By the way, whatever rule changes they have made to football is fabulous. The BYU game started at 1:00, and Nate was home and ready to go to Max's basketball game with us at 5:00. It's great!

Max's 1st basketball game went well. Basketball is currently his favorite sport. I'm glad that he has so many good friends in the neighborhood because it is fun to be on the same sports teams with them.

(Devin eating a cinnamon roll during the basketball game.)

After Max's basketball game, I went out to dinner with a few friends. (The boys gave us time off so that they could get together later that evening to watch another football game.) We went to Macaroni Grill -- it was yummy.

I hope that you all had a fun weekend, too.

Good Mail, Good Friends, Good Family

This past Saturday began with an unusually freezing day of soccer games. Unfortunately, we all woke up at 8:30 to get to Jake's 9:00 soccer game and didn't even step outside until after we were all dressed in shorts and sandals. It was freezing!!!!!! The other spectators were dressed in winter coats, and my poor kids were frozen. Max spent the game buried under two blankets. Devin just curled up in a fetal position with Nate holding him. I felt like a horrible mother. I did dress the kids a little warmer for Max's 12:00 soccer game, and we were just fine until it decided to rain/hail on us. Of course, we didn't have umbrellas or hoods, so we were drenched.

My Saturday ended up on a much happier note when we got home from the games and got the mail. I got good mail on Saturday!!!!!!!! Talk about a happy day. The first package was from Michelle. Inside was a cute little journal (I love to write!), Reese's Pieces (my favorite), and ribbon (blissfully beautiful).

The next package was from Jill. Inside were 6 spools of ribbon. (Have I ever mentioned that I would love to have a whole wall of just ribbon? I don't know what it is about it, but ribbon just makes me smile.) There was also a CD of mellow music. Oh......happy, happy day.


THANK YOU, MICHELLE AND JILL!!! What fabulous friends you are. Thank you for thinking of me.

Saturday was also Nate's birthday. Of course, birthday boys get to do whatever they want to on their birthdays. And, in this house, a fun birthday includes sports. So, we all sat and watched the BYU game on tv. (Well, let me clarify. I sat for 5 minutes here and there until the 4th quarter and then I watched the last 7 minutes.) This would have been a perfect way for Nate to spend his birthday had BYU won.

I decided to make Nate's favorite cake -- Red Velvet -- from scratch. I had never made this cake before, and I'm not one for making a cake from scratch when the mix tastes just as good. But, I decided to do something a little different. It took me an hour to make this cake -- I followed every direction. (Surprise, surprise.) My plan was to have a little birthday cake and then to take our little family to the Mayan for dinner. The kids have always wanted to watch the cliff divers there. Now, you will remember that whenever I plan something to do and/or make something that takes a long time, someone always calls and invites us to do something. It happens every time. Well...this time was no different. Just as I finished frosting the cake, Nate's aunt called to see if we wanted to have a little birthday party for Nate, Nate's great aunt, and Nate's grandfather (who was in town from Idaho.) Of course, the answer was "that would be great!" They had reserved a club house, which meant that I didn't have to do anything at my house and didn't have to clean (woo-hoo!!!).

So...the Red Velvet cake went uneaten, we'll go to the Mayan next week, and the little party at the club house was a success. Nate's aunts prepared all the food -- we had yummy tacos, carne asada, and salad, store-bought birthday cake, and just talked. It was fun and I'm glad that we went.

(Picture of Nate with his grandfather and great aunt, LeAnn)

Overall, this was a great weekend. It ended on Sunday when Nate told me that he and the boys would do the dishes and that I needed a nap. I didn't need much persuading. I went right to sleep and slept for 3 hours, uninteruppted!!! It was a good thing that I got the nap, too, because last night I could not sleep at all. The baby's head felt like it was stuck in my pelvis and it gave me the worst cramp. So...I had to try to sleep sitting up. Then, every time I turned, some part of his body hit my bladder and I had to go to the bathroom. From 3:00-3:30 am, I went to the bathroom 4 times!!!!!! Overall last night, I probably went to the bathroom about 10 times. I haven't gotten a good sleep in a long time. But...I guess that last night was technically the start of this week. So, that means that this weekend was just blissfully happy.

I Can't Think Of a Title

I often find that the hardest part of blogging is coming up with a title that encompasses everything. I'm not going to try tonight.

Today was the last Young Women's activity that I had to plan before my baby comes. I took the girls to the driving range at Tri City Golf Course. I also took my little family with me. My boys had a good time swinging the golf clubs and I had Nate give the girls a little golf tutorial before letting them swing the clubs. I don't know if any of you are golfers, but I have the hardest time swinging the club with the boobs getting in the way -- and I'm not even that well-endowed!!! I think that I need to take golf lessons from a girl. I think that the girls had fun -- they probably would have had more fun, though, if they could have shown off in front of some Young Men. Maybe next time.

On Saturday, I went out to dinner and had game night with some of my friends from our old neighborhood. We had a good time. I love keeping in touch with old friends. And I'm always up for a really good steak!

Poor Max went to the dentist yesterday to get a cavity filled. He's kind of been picked on with his ears and now his teeth. Maybe he can be done for a little bit now.

I went to the doctor today and had to wait for over an hour for my appointment -- just to hear that I'm still here and the baby is still in there. The doctor said that he would duct tape me so I don't have this baby before I want to. Now that's my kind of doctor -- someone who completely understands me, listens to me, and does exactly what I want.

Tomorrow I am giving my last two piano lessons. Yeah!!! Some of the students I am genuinely going to miss. Others, I'm just fine seeing them go. I do love teaching, though, so we'll have to see when I'm ready to start again. I just want all of the kids to keep playing. It's so easy to forget if you don't keep playing.

I hope that you received an invitation to a jewelry party at my house on Thursday. (Those of you who live in Utah.) You never know about the postal service, though. This jewelry company has some really neat stuff -- but I'd love you to come just so that I can see you. Feel free to bring anybody that you would like. Anybody is welcome to come. Thursday @ 7:00

We Eventually Had Fun

I just got back from the school party at Classic Skating. I took the 3 boys by myself because Nate had to install servers this evening. Sometimes I wonder why I leave the house when I am not in the right mental state to do so, but it always comes down to the fact that I want my kids to have a fun time and good memories. So...let me see if I can sum up some major set backs that almost prevented our going to the skating party:

1. I had to decide if I really wanted to take the kids without Nate -- especially when I was not in a very happy mood (perhaps that has something to do with our broken a/c!!! It is so hot in this house.)
   
2. This was kind of a contentious day with the children -- not very normal, but when I'm crabby it sort of rubs off. When the kids are rude to each other or defiant, I simply give them another chore to do. So...we couldn't get ready to go if the kids were constantly being given another chore.
3. Jake's new friend from Kindergarten kept ringing the doorbell -- apparently not understanding that Jake could not play AT ALL today.
   
4. We had an issue with dinner -- nobody cared to eat.
   
5. During dinner, my mom called to tell me that a family friend just died of a heart attack while on a trip with his wife. So, then I was crying and no longer cared about dinner -- and obviously neither did the boys who had left the table while I was talking for so long.
6. After the phone call, I had to round them up to do the dishes.
7. By this time, it was 7:00. The party went from 5:00-9:00. So, now the questions: Did I really want to go? No! Did I already tell the boys that we would go when they finished all of their stuff? Yes. Was Devin tired? Very. As always, the "fun" (yet very cranky) mom side of me came out and I decided that we would still go.
   
8. As we were getting shoes on, every child had holes in their socks because that's what boys do -- ruin every pair of socks they own because they forget the rule that shoes need to be worn outside.
9. Once finding new socks to wear, we had to find the shoes to wear.
   
10. After finally finding shoes to wear -- (honestly! where can they all possibly be? We have a specific place in the mud room for shoes. If they are not there, where are they?) -- we discover that all of them have hard double or triple knots to remove. Very time consuming and frustrating.
    
11. Once getting to the Classic Skating place, the boys started to unload their own scooters. Both Max and Jake accidently wacked each other in the head with their scooters and both thought that the other did it on purpose. Not funny!
12. After talking about it and finally getting an apology out of both of them, we entered the skating place. But, it took them about 10 minutes to feel comfortable even going out on the floor with people skating so fast.

We ended up staying there until 8:45. Once the boys started riding out on the floor, they loved it. Even Devin took his scooter out on the floor and rode around. (He's very fast on his Sponge Bob scooter!) There were several people that I knew there and I enjoyed talking with them. We all ended up having a fun time, which was probably better than staying at home and being contentious until bed time. And somewhere in all this blabber, I'm sure that there is a good moral to this story. I'm just too tired and still too cranky to find one! (And, yes -- I forgot my camera -- again!)

Fun Weekend

I don't know if you're like me, but I sometimes have a really hard time with the odd kind of holidays -- like 4th of July, 24th of July, New Years Eve, Memorial Day, Labor Day. I love having that one extra day to relax, but I hate to feel like I have to, or feel obligated to, plan something or do something fun.

I was so excited when my parents called to say that they were going to come up from Arizona to spend time with us this Labor Day weekend. Not only did that mean that I didn't have to plan something for the kids to do, but my kids absolutely love them and were so giddy for them to be here.

Visits from my parents always start with a couple small gifts.

This time it was: a lighted ball, a wooden airplane, and a harmonica.

My parents are like me and have a hard time sitting still, so we are always doing something. I love that!

Jake and Devin went hiking on Friday morning while Max was at school (sorry, Max!).

Friday afternoon, we went up to Midway to eat at the "Train Restaurant". On the way, we spotted a sign advertising free puppies. Of course, my dad who thinks that not only every household but every child should have a dog, got the kids' hopes up by saying that he would buy them one. (And he will the second that Nate even slightly hesitates.)

The kids love the train restaurant in Heber. They have the best shakes.

(Yes...I tried to cut Devin's hair, and he moved.)

(Sadly, this is the only picture that I took of my mom. She's usually the one behind the camera.)

My mom and I made a few trips to Roberts for their 50% off sale. I LOVE 50% off at Roberts!!! Devin feels really comfortable in that store.


We ate pizza in the mountains on Saturday.


On Saturday afernoon, we had a little mishap with Devin (of course). He walked out of the laundry room saying, "ow, hot" and then he started crying and holding his hand. He burned his hand really badly on the iron. I had just finished ironing our clothes for church, and it looked like he took a shirt from the dryer and tried to iron it. The blisters are still pretty bad. He is an incredibly tough child, though. I'm amazed at his high pain threshold.

My parents left Monday morning. The kids were sad to see them go. The next time we see them, we'll have a new baby in this house. If this baby comes when I want it to (meaning, October 15th), my parents will be in China. This will be the first of my births that my mom will miss. It makes me sad.

Our Labor day weekend continued on Monday when we went out to lunch with Nate's sisters and their families while one of the families was passing through on their way to Las Vegas. After lunch, Nate took Max & Jake water skiing with some friends. Because I'm not quite ready to have this baby, I decided that water skiing was not the best idea for me, so I stayed home with Devin. Both boys had a blast. They both tried knee-boarding. They are both a little fearless and they did a good job.

I am so glad that our weekend turned out fun. The kids definitely have a lot of things to remember and enjoy.

Catch up

I feel that I have been very out-of-touch lately with things. We have had a very full week. Where do I start? I guess where I left off....

I mentioned that Max's ears were a problem? Well...they became worse last Friday night when he woke up screaming uncontrollably. He is such a tough kid, that obviously something was very wrong. He screamed from 1:30 am-4:30 am. We almost took him to the emergency room, but we finally got him to sleep and he woke up much more content. We were able to go to the ENT on Tuesday to find out that both of his ear drums had burst and his ears were full of blood and puss. Gross! So...it was tubes again for him -- his 4th set in 2 years.

I took Max in to get his tubes on the morning of the 31st. Because you have to get up so early to get to the hospital, I was really tired and didn't eat very much before leaving. After waiting for over an hour for his surgery, my blood sugar started getting really low and I started shaking. Max went into surgery and a nurse took one look at me and made me sit down with my feet up and kept bringing me food. It was so nice to be taken care of. She said that just by looking at my stomach, there was no way that I was going to last until October. She doesn't know my sheer determination to have this baby on October 15th!

Max came out of surgery really well. The doctor couldn't believe that he doesn't complain about his ears. She said that they were so full of blood, etc. that there was no way he could hear. Sorry, Max! I really hope that that these bigger tubes will last longer and that his hearing will vastly improve. Even though he never complains and says that he can hear just as well as before, I already notice that he is much more content and happy.

Do you remember when Nate fixed my violin? Well...he happened to on purpose mention to the most musical family in the ward that it was fixed and that I should play. So, they promptly asked me to play for an adult fireside last Sunday. Did I mention that I haven't played for 12 years? Needless to say, I was a little nervous. I can't believe that I remembered how to play! She and I played a duet on the violin to "Love Is Spoken Here" while her husband accompanied us on the guitar. Everybody said that it was amazing, but I kind of felt like I was in Jr. High with a wobbly bow that I couldn't control. Let's just say that I did OK for not having played for so long. But, if you ever have to give a lesson on not using your talents and then losing them, you are welcome to use me as an example.


Jake started Kindergarten. Yeah!!! He is very ready to be older and more mature. I put him in afternoon Kindergarten and love it. It gives me time to get ready in the morning so that I am ready to do errands or other things while he is gone. It has worked out really well so far. He loves his teacher and already has some really good friends in his class.

I do feel bad for Devin, though. He and Jake get along so well, that he really has a hard time when Jake goes to school. So, I am now spending part of my day playing trains, Legos, and puzzles again. (And of course, letting him watch an occassional Dora means that I get a little more time to get stuff done.)



I was pleasantly surprised to open my mail last week to a Good Mail package. My mailbox is usually bills, bills, bills. Jenny sent me the cutest Texas postcard and a Live, Laugh, Love book. Jenny...thank you. The phrase Live, Laugh, and Love was my sister-in-law's favorite phrase. After she was killed in the accident, I made her boys mini-scrapbooks with that title. My brother also put that phrase on her tombstone. So, without even knowing, you gave me a very special gift. Thank you!!!

We had a very belated, yet fun Renegade birthday dinner for Jill's birthday last week. Amy outdid herself with the table decor again. The food was fabulous, and Jenn's birthday book was unbelievable. Seeing as how my camera is never in my purse when I would like it to be, but always in my purse when I don't even think about using it, it would be better to look at Jill's blog for pictures. I have always been blessed in my life to have really good friends. Jill, you are an incredible person and a friend to all -- Happy Birthday, again!

I'm getting my boys ready to go water skiing. More about that to come. Hope you all have a fabulous Labor Day weekend.

End of Summer

School has started -- for Max. He is in the 2nd grade now. I absolutely love Max's new teacher. She was a 1st grade teacher last year and told me that she was so excited to see Max on her class list -- she said that he was a smart and cute little blondie. I really wanted to cry. I'm sure that she is so positive with all of the parents, but Max's Kindergarten teacher was an ancient teacher who kind of forgot the art of making the kids feel "warm and fuzzy", and his 1st grade teacher was young and very organized, but I don't know if Max really bonded with her. Every mother needs to hear that her child is well-liked.

I took Max to the audiologist last week to check his ears before school started. We've noticed a few problems, so I was expecting something bad, but the audiologist came out of the test and told me that Max can basically hear at 1/2 the volume that we speak. He has to go back to the ENT for more tests, but we can't get in until the beginning of September; so, in the meantime, the audiologist said that we are treating his hearing as a chronic problem. He would like the teacher to talk into the microphone during class so that Max can hear, and they are going to closely follow his progress. As I was talking to the teacher about the problem, I just really wanted to emphasize the point that I did not want him to be treated differently -- in fact, I want him to be pushed harder academically. He has a focusing problem because he can't hear very well, but his little mind and abilities are grades ahead of 2nd grade. He is extremely intelligent. I really hope that we can figure out this problem and find a solution. I just feel so bad for him.

We went on one last family outing last week before school started. (I remembered my camera, but forgot to charge the battery.) We went with another family to the new Living Planet Aquarium in Sandy. The kids had a good time. They were able to pet a sting ray, see the Nemo fish, and see shark. The aquarium is still expanding, but it was only 1/2 price on Monday night and worth it as it was something a little different to do. It only cost $11 to take our whole family. We were going to try the Mayan for dinner, but it was extremely crowded; so, we went to Eat at Joe's. We really don't venture to a lot of restaurants with the kids. Usually Carl's Jr. and Sonic are the safest bets if we go out. But, we thought that we would do something a little different for our outing -- and kids eat free on Monday night. Wow! We scored.


Today was Jake's 1/2 birthday. He's 5 1/2 today! Nate thinks that I'm crazy celebrating 1/2 birthdays, but I think that it's fun. Just another reason to celebrate! Yesterday, I took Jake and 2 of his friends to Chuck E. Cheese for lunch to celebrate (I forgot my camera); and today, he got to ride on my Uncle's motorcyle. That was present enough for him.

By the way, did I mention that I've started my nesting phase?!!? Woo-hoo! It started about 1 1/2 weeks ago after I went to my last OB appointment. I was asking the doctor if there was a magic pill because I was so tired. He asked if I was taking my iron pills. Yes -- as well as my prenatal vitamins, 1 baby aspirin, 800mg of folic acid, and my seizure medication. You would think that any one of those pills would jump start me a little bit. He told me that if I didn't start feeling better, that he would have to put me on a little bed rest everyday. I think that about did it. Mentally, I'm back. My 1st nesting project has been to scour, strip, and reseal all the travertine and granite in my house. It's quite a big project, but oh so satisfying to see the result.

Today was our babysitting night. One family couldn't make it, so we kind of got off easy. The kids had fun and were so good. We had our very healthy, but kid-friendly meal of chicken nuggets, watermelon, applesauce, carrots, popcorn, and cookies. The kids played so hard creating a Halloween haunted house in the basement (I didn't even think to use my camera), and then they watched "The Sandlot" and that was it. I even sat on the couch and read a book for about 1/2 hour while they played. It was fabulous.

Sincere Thank Yous

I am always impressed with those who are so thoughtful and very timely with thank yous. It's a quality that I admire -- and many of you possess it.

Tonight the door bell rang with a little boy holding a box from the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory and a thank you note. He was one of my piano students who just wanted to thank me for teaching him. Inside the box were (3) scrumptious dipped apples. They were so good. Sometimes it's easy to give a thank you without realizing the impact that it has on the recipient. Let's just say that I needed that thank you today.

There are a few times in my life when a thank you is just what was needed. One thank you that I'm thinking of goes back to when I was teaching Jr. High. It was my first year teaching, and the school that I was placed at did not have a curriculum established. I was the only teacher who had to teach 8th & 9th grade, and I had to basically establish my own curriculum with minimal materials. As I was in the classroom before school started, a mother entered my classroom and asked to see my curriculum. I showed her what I was planning on teaching and the books that we would be reading in that English class. She was actually quite rude and told me that one of the books that I had chosen was not suitable for the English class that her child was in. I later found out that this lady was a member of the Eagle Forum -- a very conservative parent group who is extremely vocal. Needless to say, that made me a lot more nervous for the school year to start. Long story short, at the end of the year, this lady sent me the nicest thank you note telling me that my class was her child's favorite and she really liked my teaching style. That is the kind of thank you that you just want to frame.

I really need to be better at sending thank yous. Sometimes it is the only way that other people have to realize that their efforts are appreciated. It's a very admirable quality to have.

p.s. Totally off the subject...but I was thinking about my fast sprint up to the stand last Sunday. You're right, Amy, funny and embarrassing things tend to always happen to me. Many of you will remember when I was pregnant with Devin and I pulled my groin muscle. It was November and Devin was born in January, so I was about as far along as I am now. I decided to be stupid then and run on my treadmill at the speed of 7. I can't remember how long it took for me to be able to walk correctly, but I do remember that it was extremely painful -- and embarrassing. Someday I will post a list of all of the embarrassing moments that I can remember from my life.

Church Callings

One of my callings is that of ward music coordinator. Besides planning the Sacrament music, I also lead the music in Sacrament meeting. I usually like to sit with my family in between songs to be with the kids. However, by the time that Nate gets there with the 3 kids on his own, they are usually sitting at the very back of the cultural hall. So, it's a long walk back up to the stand.

As the meeting on Sunday was coming to a close, I walked out the door to the hallway so that I could walk around to the front of the chapel. I left in plenty of time before the last song. Somebody stopped me in the hallway right as I walked out the door and started talking to me. Unfortunately, the speakers were turned off in the foyer so I couldn't hear when the speaker was finished, but I thought that I had plenty of time. All of a sudden, I heard the organ start playing the closing song. I couldn't believe it! Remember that I was in the hallway at the very back of the cultural hall. I ran all the way down the hall and onto the stand, grabbed my hymn book and started leading just as the congregation started singing. Needless to say, most people were laughing too hard to sing. I'm glad that I can be some comic relief during Sacrament meeting! I ran so fast that I couldn't breathe very well to sing and lead -- how can you sing a high "E" when you can't breathe? If they don't release me after that, I don't know what will make them!

My other two callings are MiaMaid Advisor and I'm also over all the music for the Young Women. I just found out today that they are calling another advisor to help while I am having my baby. Let me see if I can explain. We only have about 7 Mia Maids. There is already a counselor and two advisors for the MiaMaid class. Calling this other person would mean 4 leaders for 7 girls! I'm a little in shock. To me, that is totally unneccessary. I had a long talk with the presidency member today who basically told me that after I have the baby that nobody is allowed to talk to me for 2-3 months. Everything will be taken care of. I've never heard anything like it. Not only that, but I've been told that several people have told the Bishop to release me from ward music coordinator because I have too many callings. I don't know what to say. Isn't it normal to have several callings? I can't believe that I am being taken care of so well.

I was called as Young Women's president when I was barely pregnant with Jake. I had that calling through my pregnancy and after he was born until we moved here when Jake was 1 1/2. Those were some of the hardest years of my life, but I just believe that you serve to the best of your ability.

It feels good, though, to serve with women who understand that we are there not only to serve the girls, but to help and serve each other. The group of women that I work with are absolutely amazing.

First Babysitter of the Summer

We have a babysitting swap with two families in the neighborhood with whom we switch kids every Friday. All the kids are pretty much the same age, so they really entertain each other. Every three weeks, we end up having 9 kids at our house. We feed them dinner and let them play hard, put a movie on for the last hour or so, don't worry about the mess because it will keep getting messier, and then look forward to the next week when it isn't our turn. Each couple goes out from about 5:30-9:00 and does whatever they want.

So...I really haven't had to get a babysitter, which is fabulous, because who can afford to go out these days? Some friends asked us to go to the Hale Center Theater to see a play on Wednesday, so it was necessary to get a babysitter. It is the end of the summer, and I just hired my first babysitter of the summer. Is that amazing, or what? The play was a comedy and very good. I think that it was called "You Can't Take It With You."

The babysitter, I think, did a good job. The kids were all asleep, and the house was at least picked up when we got home. I just remember when I babysat, though, I always scrubbed their houses. I mopped or vacuumed, did the dishes, cleaned up, bathed the kids. It was a tough job! And, the going rate for a babysitter was $1.75/hour -- regardless of the number of kids. I remember watching a houseful of 7 kids for a minimal amount of money.

My number one concern is that my children have fun. I have had some nightmare babysitters in the past. I have come home to some of the following:
1. A babysitter who brought a friend along without my knowing.
2. A babysitter who decided to just play with my expensive label maker and waste all of the labels. The weird part was that she didn't even bother cleaning up the labels that she wasted. The labels were all over the floor when we got home with I Love _______ on them.
3. A babysitter who was asleep on my couch with the pizza and fruit and hotdogs just sitting on the counter ruined.
4. A babysitter who said to the kids, even before we left so that we could hear: "You play by yourselves. I'll just watch." She didn't play with the kids at all, didn't clean up, and according to the kids, just sat on the couch. And this girl's mother had told me that when they lived in Michigan, parents wouldn't go out unless they had one of her girls babysit. They must have been the only girls available to babysit, because I was so disappointed that I never had her come back.

I pay between $5-$6/hour for a babysitter. There are some in the neighborhood who pay $7-$8. (How much do you all pay?)

Am I the only one who has a hard time spending money on a babysitter? And...when I spend money on a babysitter, I want it to be worth every penny. I want my children to have a really good time, I want them to feed and put my kids to bed, and I want my house to be cleaner than when I left it. Is that too much to ask?

Gratefully, I had a good experience with this last one. She is one of my Mia Maids, and I absolutely love her.

A Fun Birthday

We finally celebrated Max's 7th birthday a few weeks late. I've been so tired that the thought of 20 kids at the house seemed a bit overwhelming. And the idea of not having a party this year was just not an option. Max is my child who just loves birthday parties -- he dreams about them and talks about them several months in advance.

I've never done this before, but we kind of went the easy route this year for his party and went to a place called Backyard Adventures. I don't think that it was worth the amount of money that it cost me, but I really hope that the kids had a fun time.


Do you remember when I told you about the cake decorating that I "won" at a Relief Society Enrichment? Well...here it is. I had this lady make a Star Wars cake for Max. I don't know if this picture does it justice, but she really did such a cute job. She even used a little Spanish Moss for the twiggy hair. Max loved it.

Max is a really neat little boy. I can't believe that I have a 7-year-old. He grew up so fast. Max is:

1. a very good eater -- my only one!
2. very intelligent
   
3. a fantastic piano player (he has a little metronome in his head. His counting is unbelievable)
   
4. very imaginative. He has always had the ability to build and play by himself if needed.
   
5. a good artist. He loves to draw and color.
6. very quick at figuring out things like computer and XBox games (although these are not my favorite things so he doesn't get a lot of time with them)
7. a very good friend.
   

Happy 7th Birthday, Max! I love you!!!

Definitely not nesting

I am seriously wondering what is wrong with me right now. I am waiting for my pregnancy nesting phase to begin, and it just won't happen. I have so much to do, and I have no motivation whatsoever. I am just plain and simply tired. Those of you who know me well know that I am usually out-of-control and can't sit down. I guess that I still can't sit down, but I don't really have the desire to do anything.

Devin is still in the crib -- we need to buy him a bed and repaint and redo his room. I still have several framing projects that I have to finish in the next couple of weeks; I have not done any school shopping; I'm still finishing up with piano lessons; my "to do list" keeps growing everyday and I don't feel the desire to do any of it. Not only have I lost my desire to do anything, but I started to finally feel a little nausea.

A little side story about my nausea: I was teaching a cute little 7-year-old girl piano. Towards the end of the lesson, she sneezed and blood came spurting out of her nose. I took one look at her and started dry-heaving. It was so gross! I guess that she had a bloody nose before she came to the lesson, and it wasn't totally dried up. I tried really hard to be nice and positive, but I couldn't even help her clean it up. I felt so bad!

Anyway, our schedules are usually packed. But, last week after the kids' soccer games, we finally had a Saturday free to get things done, and I just couldn't move. I ended up lying down most of the day. It was so disappointing for me not to see things getting knocked off of my "to do list." I ended up reading and doing Sudoku number puzzles. Definitely not like me!

So my ultimate question is: How do I start this nesting phase?

A very thoughtful gift

Nate and I had our 10th anniversary on August 1st. We usually miss our anniversaries because we are on family vacations or I'm having babies, etc. This year was kind of no exception. I had just gotten back from San Diego the night before, and I was tired. We didn't have anything planned, but we did go out to dinner a couple of nights later.

Although we didn't go on a major vacation like some do for their 10th anniversary, Nate really put a lot of thought into my anniversary gift this year. I was so impressed with him that it made me cry.

I used to play the violin quite well. I started taking lessons when I was 4 and played throughout high school. Although I still played as I got into junior high and high school, piano was my greatest love, and so I concentrated on that talent. After high school, I never picked up my violin again. Nate has never heard me play. So, for my anniversary present, he took my violin to get it restrung and tuned up a bit. It still works after 13 years!!! I was surprised at how much I remember, yet still saddened by how much of a talent I lost.

Thank you, Nate, for being such a thoughtful and wonderful husband.

Oh...you mean they were serious?

It was the 24th of July. We really didn't have any plans because Nate's family was in St. George where we were supposed to be. So...being the kind mother that I sometimes am, I decided that I would make Hannah's delicious strawberry shortcake recipe that is on her blog. Now, this may seem normal to most of you to make desserts, but I rarely even make cookies. Cooking and baking are just not at the top of my priority list. (By the way, I have a friend whose husband has to have a salad, meat, main dish, and dessert with every meal. Dessert, too! Honestly. I'd have to subscribe to the Dessert of the Month club. I am so glad that Nate's OK with peanut butter sandwiches and a glass of milk if necessary.)

Anyway, I whipped up the angel food cake (from a mix, of course). It looked and tasted pretty good. I was doing great! Then, I started to get the pan ready. Not that I've ever used it before, but I do have an angel food cake pan that we got for a wedding present 10 years ago. It looked almost brand new (except that I had a friend borrow it once). So as I was preparing to pour it into the pan, I see in bold letters on the cake mix box: Do not bake in a pan smaller than a 10x4 because it will overflow. My pan, of course, was a 9x3. What to do?

1) I could not find my bundt pan.
2) I already had the stupid cake mix ready to go so I had to do something.
3) My pan was an angel food cake pan -- how could there possibly be different sizes? Isn't everything standard?
4) My friend who borrowed it didn't seem to have a problem.

So...I thought that I would be just fine and I poured the mix into the pan and popped it into the oven. As the picture above suggests, that was not a good idea. The bold letters were indeed correct. The box did not lie. It was serious.

Embarrassing, but we happened to have friends come over just to talk because they were in the neighborhood. They witnessed the spill over and the burnt smell as it hit the bottom of the oven. Needless to say, I did not offer to have them stay for dinner.

The cake still tasted OK, but I completely lost my desire to make the delicious recipe on Hannah's blog. I decided that if my family wanted strawberry shortcake, they could just do it the old fashioned way -- by themselves. I did not even want to help.

As it turned out, we had friends invite us over for smores that night and we ended up having a firework show in our cul-de-sac. So, the strawberry shortcake was forgotten. It did not even have to be made in the first place.

And, not only that...I have a self-clean oven, but I have no desire to even turn on the self-clean. The mess is still there over a week later. I have a double oven, so I have just been using the other one. What a stupid mistake! Next time, I guess that I could read the directions. Oh yeah...the directions also said to remove the other racks and use the lowest rack of the oven. I kind of skipped that direction as well seeing as how my oven was already preheated and the rack was too hot to remove. Woops!

Michelle...I couldn't help but think of you and talking about the multiple steps that you have to do to make your yummy chocolate cake. Knowing my personality, I would probably try to combine the steps to get done faster and then waste time because the cake would be ruined.

Just out of curiosity -- do any of you make multiple course meals for your family on a regular basis?

Devin making smores at the neighbors. (Much more fun than eating my strawberry shortcake.)

So much fun!

I just got back from my San Diego/Arizona trip where I spent 5 fabulous days without kids. I highly recommend this for every mother. It was a much needed break. Nate was incredibly sweet to me and was glad that I had the opportunity to go. My inlaws were so supportive and came up to help Nate take care of the kids so that he could work. To all of them I give my sincere thanks.

The initial purpose of the trip was to go with my mom and sister to see "Wicked" in San Diego. Ever since buying the CD, I have absolutely loved the music. Seeing the actually show, though, was amazing. It was so well done. I LOVED it!!!!!!!

All three of us took the: "Is your personality more Glinda or more Elphaba" test. My mom's and sister's personalities, according to the test, are both more Elphaba (the Wicked Witch of the West). My personality, according to the test, is more Glinda (the Good Witch).
If I had to choose a role in the show to play, it would definitely be the role of Glinda. Her songs were so fun. I would love to get my voice back to where it used to be and play a role like that. Someday!

The initial plan was to fly home after the play, but Kelli was going to drive to Arizona to spend a week, so I decided to tag along for the drive and spend a day or two before flying back to Utah. I am very glad that I did.

I was able to meet my sister, Allison's, baby for the first time. He was born in May and she named him Barrett (our maiden name). He is absolutely adorable.
I was also able to visit with my brother, Kyle, who got into a horrible car accident a couple of weeks ago. After seeing his cute little bug that he was driving, I'm surprised that he is even alive. The car is totalled. When we got the call about the accident and were told that he was life flighted to the hospital, my mind automatically prepared for the worst. I am so glad that he is OK. He broke a few teeth, a little chunk came off of his nose, and he bit his tongue through and had to get stitches. He was in the hospital for about a week. The steering wheel is completely bent and twisted. I am surprised that he doesn't have chest trauma. He is still undergoing some tests, but I was so happy to see how well he is doing.

My trip was full, but successful. I even slept until 11 am one day. I think that it has been since college that I've had that opportunity!

I was excited to fly back and to see my kids. They are so cute. And they were so good while I was gone (or so I was told). I'm now putting my house back together and getting back into the swing of things. After being home for a full day, I think that I'm tired again and need another vacation!