The Much Awaited Pictures...

Here is all the cute pics leading up to Christmas. Don't mind the fact that I have the same shirt on in all of them! I don't have alot that fits these days:)

Our Gorgeous tree and my protruding belly!- 32 Weeks!

Temple Lights

The Rainforest Cafe

Making Cookies for Santa

Little Angel (Lauren), Mary (Brooklyn), Big Angel (Morgan), Joseph (Little Man), Wise Man (Squirt), Shephard (Logan)
Our little Nativity.

The cutest Joseph and Wise Man around!

Me & Hubbie

The Family.

6 of the 10 cousins. Me and My sister in law Emily got together and made Jammies this year. They were super cute!

Here is Christmas day!

The boys on their bikes

Little Man showing his new football

Squirt unwrapping something

Cooper and his bone

Hubbie and the delish turkey he made. He copied the one my brother made at Thanksgiving and it was so yummy!!! Don't mind his puffy eyes. He didn't get much sleep and had to go to work this night!

Helping Squirt ride his bike. I think he kept forgetting he was steering.

Little Man on his new bike!

Playing football with Daddy!

We are the cheering section! I've got to be honest with you. 70 degree Christmas days have grown on me! Didn't miss the cold and snow one bit!!

Sleep over at Grandma's christmas night. Cousin's #7-10 showed up!

We let them sleep in a heap in the spare room. The little one's didn't fall asleep until after midnight!

The quilt I made Little Man, Squirts is identical except it has a "T" in the middle, and monkey's playing guitar on the back. With the curtains in that corner, it kindof looks like the room puked blue. But it really does look pretty cool!

Oh My...

Let me preface this post with this disclaimer: My husband has never once hit me. Got it? Okay, now keep reading.

My boys have spent a few days out at their Grandma's house. My Mother-in-Law calls to tell me of a conversation she had with Squirt. It's never a good sign when she asks if I'm sitting down!

She said Little Man hit Squirt and so Squirt came and crawled up on her lap to be consoled. He says something to the effect of: I cry when Bubby hit's me "Just like Mommy cries when Daddy hits her" he then informs Grandma that "Mommy has bumps and bruises all over" WHAT THE HECK??

Fortunately, Little Man came into the room just in time to defend his Daddy's honor. And it's also fortunate that Hubbie's mother knows that he wouldn't hit me, otherwise he'd have some explaining to do!

Now I think we need to have a chat with Squirt - if he said that to somebody that didn't know us, this could get ugly!

A New Vegas Show

When was the last time you laughed till you cried?

Well, mine was last night. I had this sudden burst of energy to clean the bathroom (totally crazy, right??), but it was nearing bedtime so I put Squirt in the tub to play and I cleaned. (I've said this before, but I am constantly amazed at the amount of pee my 2 boys can get on the wall BEHIND the toilet!) So I finished and got Squirt out, wrapped him in his towel and sent him on his way with instructions to get his jammies on for bed. I then decided to clean the bathtub since it was wet and all. Probably about 10 minutes had passed, when I entered his room to this scene (I'll save you an actual photo, but give you a great visual):

My 3 year old, standing buck naked in the middle of his room, wearing nothing but a hard hat and a tool belt, with a hammer on one hip and a screwdriver on the other.

I just wasn't prepared for it when I turned the corner, and I nearly wet myself. When I finally stopped laughing long enough I asked if he thought he should put on underware. He looked down at himself and with this goofy grin and just said "Oh..." I can think of so many little by-lines for this new Vegas show, but I'll save those for your dirty imagination!

Christmas Fun...

I have lots of photo's to post of the Holidays. But that involves reading the manual to my new camera, which I will do ... eventually!

I think I probably say this every year, but this Christmas was just the best. There is such joy in seeing your children so happy they could burst. The cool thing about this year is the lack of stress I felt. I had this brilliant idea back in like February, to save a little each paycheck for Christmas, (I don't know why this concept hadn't dawned on me before this... sometimes I'm a little slow) but it was amazing how cool it made my Christmas. I paid cash for everything, brought it home, wrapped it and didn't feel that guilt of did I go overboard? I also finished all my sewing projects a good 2 weeks before Christmas so I didn't feel rushed by anything.

We went out Christmas Eve Eve (I'm declaring it a holiday as well) We went to the mall to visit Santa, because somehow we managed to forget that. Woops:( We split up and let the boys buy each other a gift which was actually really fun. Little Man was way into getting Squirt something. Squirt just didn't understand why he couldn't buy something he wanted. Then we ate at The Rainforest Cafe. That was so much fun, my boys were in awe. Then we went over to see the Temple Lights in Mesa. It was cold and we were assaulted by missionaries (one even asked to see Scott's cell phone so he could write down all his numbers to contact them- can you imagine??) but all in all it made for a really wonderful night.

Christmas Eve we went and saw "A Christmas Carol" Little Man watched most of it with his hands over his eyes, but I think he got the message and said he liked it when it was over. Then we went out to Hubbie's parents house and had a mexican feast. We also had a nativity and I have to say that Joseph and the lone Wise Man were just too cute!

Christmas Day we spent by ourselves because Hubbie had to go to work that night. We made our own Turkey feast and it was delish! I ended up going back out to Hubbie's parents house that night so the kids could play with their cousins who came into town that day. Fun was had by all!

Little Man loved his quilt I made... the little Stinker. Santa brought him a bike and I heard him go out into the living room Christmas morning, say "Oh...My...Gosh..." and then charge into my room. "Santa brought me a bike, and it has training wheels just like I asked for" and he was off again.

Squirt was the sweetest little thing. EVERY present he opened he said "It's just what I always wanted" whether it was batteries, underware, or a new dinosaur. He also got a new bike. We went outside to ride them and it was the coolest thing ever. My boys are getting so big!

Cooper (the dog) also celebrates his birthday on Christmas Day. He turned 8, so we got him this HUGE dog bone. He put it in his mouth and just walked around with it. It was about as big as his head so it was really hillareous. NO ONE is allowed to go near it still. Good times.

The one gift that I was shocked over was the gorgeous little necklace Little Man got me from the Holiday House at school. Now, I know that it only cost him like $5, because that's all the money I sent him with but it's a silver heart and it says "Mom" in it. It was so special to me I actually teared up. My boys are so sweet.

We took Christmas slow... each taking turns to unwrap presents (and then throw away the paper 'cause I'm anal like that) and it made the morning go smooth too. There was no fighting, no whining, no complaining. Can everyday be Christmas??

Little Man actually asked Santa for a Santa suit because he loves to play Santa that much. So of course after it was all said and done he re-wrapped everything in towels and blankets and had Christmas all over again. Kids make Christmas time so fun.

This is the last week of Hubbie on nights. 3 more days to be exact. That will just end the year on a perfect note. Now we're onto getting ready for baby. Cause ready or not... here she comes!

Remember how I was complaining about bleeding money? Well guess who came home from school today with a letter saying that he needs a $5 book for a gift exchange and Christmas cookies for his school party on Wednesday? (Store bought cookies, none the less, because homemade cookies are against school rules) So it's back to Walmart for the millionth time this holiday season.

It's so getting old!

Update:

So Little Man understood Squirt alittle too well yesterday. He says to me: "Mom, I know you're making me a blanket and I'm going to hate it."

See, about a month ago he saw me sewing some stuff and told me he DID NOT want me making him clothes or anything for Christmas. He only wanted toys and if I made him something he'd just hate it. I left the room so I didn't do something hazzard to his health.

I mean come on, it's not like I'm sewing his jeans or underware or knitting him sweaters with cats on them. It's a freaking blanket.

I'm so close to throwing Christmas in the trash. So close.

Little Snot

I've had to depend on Squirt keeping secrets this year about what everyone is getting for Christmas. I realize that relying on a 3 year old is a dangerous game I'm playing but so far he's done okay. I made it through almost all of Hubbie's shopping by making a game out of it. "SHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! It's a super special secret, so don't tell Daddy" "He He He, okay mom."

I also decided to make quilts for both boys. I totally made Squirts during the day, he could have cared less what I was doing. (And it looks awesome, by the way!!) But when I started to work on Little Man's he became all interested in the sewing machine and wanting to help. And then he started asking questions. Well, last night I had to work on it some more (once they were in bed), I'm getting close to the deadline here, afterall. Squirt kept coming out of his room and bugging the CRAP out of me. Once he realized what I was doing it got worse. I kept explaining to him that he needed to go to bed and don't spoil Little Man's surprise. After about the 6th time doing this, he sticks his head out of his door and says "Ha Ha, I told him!" in this little sing-song, snotty little voice.

I'm only hoping Little Man didn't understand what he was saying since the rest of us hardly ever can.

Bleeding $$

Did you ever have one of those days where you feel like your bleeding money?

I woke up yesterday and was reminded that Little Man had library today so I better pay his fines so he can check out books. See last week for the first time ever I had him fill his water bottle before going to school so I could comb my hair (didn't want to be one of those mom's I see all over campus that look like they just rolled out of bed). When I pick him up I get informed I need to go see the librarian. Apparently, he didn't put the lid on right and there was about 2 inches of water in his backpack by the time he got to school. Every thing was ruined including 2 National Geographic books. Library Fines = $31!!

Then he reminds me that it's the Santa Shop at school too, so I wrote a check for another $15 so he could buy us all cheap, crappy gifts from the heart.

Then I went to Walmart for like 2 things and left $82 poorer:( That was a moment of weakness I tell you, only wish I was indulging myself. No I was buying air filters for the furnace and weather stripping for my doors and windows and the stuff to make 5 pounds of fudge, that- I'm sure I will regret later:(

Then I pick up Little Man only to discover that someone "Stole" his brand new coat I bought about 2 weeks ago. This is the 2nd coat this year. And it was 35 degrees this morning, so I don't have much choice to go buy another one.

Then on the way home he informs me that he "totally forgot" to take his lunchbox with him to lunch and so he didn't eat it, he just bought a lunch. I said okay well what did you have? His response: a bagel. Anything else? No, just the bagel. YOU MEAN THEY CHARGED MY ACCOUNT $2.25 FOR A BAGEL??? That one topped the cake. I could buy him a package of bagels and the cream cheese to go with it for $2.25.

Then, this one didn't cost me money but it felt like the perfect end to the perfect day. I walk in the door only to have my dog, for some strange reason, run between my legs and down the street. I throw the mail in my hand, tell the boys to stay inside and take off RUNNING after my dog. I don't run anymore people. I went 2 full blocks before I caught him, thanks to the help of a little girl who said "She wuved my puppy!" So I limp home carrying my dog I'm about to kill only to see my 2 children standing in the street cheering me on. I get home and tell them to both go inside.
I say to Squirt "Go inside, I thought you had to go potty."
He says "I already went mom, I pee'd on the rocks"
"The rocks in the front yard??"
To which Little Man responds, oh so proud of himself, "Yeah, I did too- but don't worry mom, no one was watching!"

I couldn't even respond to that one, I just hung my head and walked inside. It was just one of those days:(

How could I forget...

to tell you our totally awesome news?!!??!

Starting in January, Hubbie is getting transfered to A DAY JOB!!!!

For the past 18 MONTHS, we have been "passing in the hallway." I go to work all day, come home, make dinner, pack it up for him and he goes to work all night. He comes home, helps with breakfast and getting the kids ready, and we go to work/school... and so the cycle went. FUN TIMES PEOPLE!

In many ways this past 18 months has made us appreciate the time we do have with him. Daddy time is so valuable, I'm not even aloud to interupt (I guess they get enough of me?) On day's Hubbie picks up Little Man from school, Little Man always so kindly reminds me not to come home a minute early and interupt his time with Daddy. And as for me and Hubbie, when we do get to talk, we laugh and just enjoy each others company. I appreciate every little thing he does for me so much more, and he seems so much more grateful for all the little things I do for him. They're the little things that, after being married for almost 9 years, used to go unnoticed.

So needless to say we are so excited. It's a normal schedule M-F, with really flexible day hours. It's a brand new division that the county has created from a government grant. He interviewed for it about a month ago, along with 100 other people. Because they were only hiring 7 people, he wasn't really hopeful, but he had no idea how hard Little Man was praying everynight for "Daddy to work during the day, so I can see him more." The faith of a child goes a long way!!

Here's the cool part: The supervisor called around 9am and left a message, (Hubbie was sleeping) She was going to tell him that he was #8 on the list and that they could only hire 7 people. She really wanted him, but there were people with more seniority and so he's next in line. She was very impressed with his skills, blah blah blah. By the time he called her back at 4pm, someone else had backed out and he was in!!

So here's to 2010. It's going to be a great year!

And the Christmas Madness begins...

My kids are wrapping stuff. This means that:

a)you can't find any hand towels, dish towels or small blankets.
and
b)all of your small items will go missing.

During this time of year you regularly hear phrases like: "Little Man? Where is the remote??" To which L.M. will respond "Oh, I wrapped it, hold on." and then he'll start searching to find which package it's in. We will lose things like the remote, a belt, a wallet, CAR KEYS, cell phones, etc... All of the good things, the essential things. It usually doesn't start until the tree is up, but with Christmas music now being played on the radio we're feeling unusually festive I guess.

Heaven help me!

Another One For You...

Sorry for all the quotes lately, but my kids have been coming up with some real gems!

This happened this morning. Both boys are sitting at the table waiting impatiently for their heart healthy breakfast of waffles and bacon. I hear Little Man say to Squirt "Squirt, if you break my airplane, I'll spank you." Squirt replies "YOU can't spank me, that's mommy's job!"

I Love You...

"Mom," says Little Man today upon returning home from school "Someone lied to me today." (He's like the lying police lately, I guess I should be grateful- except when I forget to do something and I get told I'm a liar. That's not so good!) "Yeah, Victoria told me she Loved Me! but she's not in my family and so she can't love me, so she lied"

Ahhh... the life of a cute 6 year old boy. So complicated.

Words You Don't Want to Hear...

at 6am, from a 3 year old standing in the bathroom with his pants at his ankles:

"Look Mom, I can do it with NO HANDS!!"


needless to say, I'm cleaning today. What are you doing?

Pregnancy Update

See that little do-hicky thing to the right?? It says I only have 99 days left of being pregnant. WOOT WOOT! (That's only like 3 months... remember just a few days ago when it said like 205 days? Time flies when your having fun I guess!)

I got my H1N1 shot this week, which was a HUGE load off my chest. I swear, stories of pregnant women dying were suddenly every where I looked. I was even in line at Joann's just minding my business when some (nosy) kind older women starts asking me what I'm making and how far along I am, and what I'm having, and what I'm naming her. And then she throws out "Did you hear about the pregnant women last week that got the swine flu. They saved the baby but she died... Isn't that terrible??" I wanted to respond with "Did you hear about the old lady who got beat down in a local Joann's for stressing out a pregnant girl?" but I kindly responded with "Ya, it's just terrible... yada yada yada..." So if you're worried about what the shot will do to you, I was just your Guinea pig, I'm still alive, so go get it.

I went to the doctor this week and had to step on the dreaded scale. I was expecting a few pounds weight gain because food is my friend again, but I was not expecting what I saw. Ya right, I'm so not telling YOU! It's okay because I had gained nothing up to this point, but to say that I gained it all in the last 4 weeks, is just bad. The doctor was like "Looks like you had a good Halloween, did the baby like all that candy?" And then he measures me and says "Well, your measuring a little big" Well duh... I just gained XX pounds for crying out loud! Today I also noticed that I couldn't button my super cute maternity jeans (they were the under the belly type ones, I don't know why they make maternity jeans that still require buttoning but they were cute none the less). Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

For what ever reason my DR. is giving me a "complimentary" 3-D ultrasound next month. I'm so excited! So there is an update for you... Until next time!

Spaghetti

Have you ever seen a kid with no front teeth try to eat spaghetti?? It's actually quiet comical. He does have the bottom 2 grown in, but they're really pretty useless without the top. He lost all 4 with in just a few days of each other. The last one he pulled on his own (kindof on accident) he was playing with it and it popped out in his hand!

The boys tried making a tent in their room out of 2 chairs and a blanket (and a whole bunch of other crap) needless to say it didn't last very long, so hubbie set up a small hiking tent he has in their room. They had so much fun and slept like rocks. It was the first time in weeks Squirt hasn't woken up at least once with some kindof problem. I told them they could only sleep in it on the weekend, but they slept so well I might keep it up!

The cutest Prince Caspian and Pirate Ever!

Halloween Fun

I was too lazy to go buy pumpkins and then the thought of the mess associated with painting them or carving them was just too much for me to handle so I just thought we'd decorate cookies. But then I didn't really want to make cookies so we had some fun with rice krispies. Here's some pics for you to enjoy. Don't mind the quality of the pics. My camera is a piece of junk!

You can't really tell, but the boy is covered in green sprinkles!

Posing!

Yum!

My Horiscope...

today said :
"...During the next few weeks take full advantage of any offers of help... One reason you are finding life awkward is because you are carrying too much weight...."

Ha Ha Ha!!! They got that right!

Birds

I have this stupid fear of birds. It's completely irrational and unfounded.

When I was about 10, I was at a friends house and she really wanted me to hold her bird. I really didn't want too. When I had my back turned she put the bird on my shoulder. I felt something on my shoulder and turned my head to find myself nose to nose with the dreaded bird. I screamed and threw my shoulder. The bird hit the wall and I hit the door. That was my first "encounter" with a bird. (Don't worry, the bird lived, I think I just stunned it a little bit)

A couple of years later I was babysitting for a lady. When I walked in the door, a bird flew threw the room. I tried to maintain my composure as she said "I let the bird out to fly around a little. She'll go back in her cage when she's ready and you can just close the door when she does." I suddenly became very interested in the kids toys. In their rooms. With the door closed. I'd send the 4 year old out every now and again to check if the bird was in it's cage. I did not come out until it was.

A few years ago we were at Sea World. I was leaning over the dolphin encounter with a little fishy in hand trying to get them to come to me. Out of nowhere a Sea Gull flies at me, hits me in the face with it's wing and steals the fish out of my hand. It sure is a good thing Hubbie was holding a very small Little Man, cause I probably would have dropped him in the water when I screamed!

I really could go on and on. It's totally stupid, but what is annoying is that people think I need to be cured of this fear. Everywhere I go people say "Oh that is just silly, here hold my bird" I bolt for the door and don't come back until they know I mean business (ask Hubbie's grandma, she KNOWS I'm serious)

So last night I had a dream. I was sitting in a room talking with a designer. We were prepping for some kind of room makeover show. (Don't really know what that was all about!) I keep hearing this really weird noise and when I ask the home owner what that noise is she says "Oh, that's fluffy. Fluffy come here" Out of another room flies a very large bird, like a red Macaw type bird. I get up and go sit behind a chair with a pillow over my head. (My fear kicks in quickly, and I usually don't care how stupid I look) At this point in my dream my brother Bryce shows up and says "Ha Ha, don't mind her, she's deathly afraid of birds." Like they always do, the owner says "Oh that is so silly she wouldn't hurt a fly" and proceeds to put the bird on my back (cause I'm hunched over, still with a pillow over my head) it crawls up my back to my head and even through the pillow I can feel it's little claws digging into my head. Everyone is laughing, I'm holding my breath... And at that point I wake up nearly hyper-ventilating. And then I started crying. Even though it was totally a dream and I realized that, it was so real that I layed there crying like a baby. Even now I'm shuddering as I write this.

Do you think I need counseling?

Do You Have Boops?

While driving down the road the other day we passed a car dealership that had a huge blow-up gorilla our front. I don't know about you but I just really want to buy a car when I see one of those. Don't you??

Anyways... Little Man says "Ha Ha, That gorilla has boobs **snicker snicker**" in only a way that a 6 year old can. I just hung my head. And tried not to laugh, because I don't want to encourage the over-usage of the word "boobs" around my house. But Squirt wasn't finished: "He He, it has boops... ha ha boops... what are boops mommy?"

I gave Little Man a death stare in the rear view mirror and he changed the subject. He's smarter than I give him credit for... sometimes...

I stand corrected...

Remember when I was ranting in this post about how they would change dear and beloved "Dora the Explorer?" Well, Squirt was playing a game on NickJr and found the New Dora. Her and her friends are called the "Explorer Girls" and Squirt quickly proclaimed: "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom... Look, it's Dora. She's Bewtiful!" Now all he wants to play is Explorer Girls.

So I stand corrected. My Baby Boy is in LOVE!

Conference...

This weekend was conference.
Saturday I had to work. Didn't hear a word of it, but I did record it with some really good intentions.
This is what our sunday was like:
AM session, I let my boys go outside to play, I had a hose slowing running to water my bushes at the same time. I soon realized they were playing in it. Little Man got his school shoes all muddy and messy. I WAS PISSED. So I had to go out and soak them with water, getting myself all muddy and messy. I WAS MORE PISSED and then I stepped on a stick and got it stuck IN MY TOE, so I was covered in blood and mud. I WAS SCREAMING AND CUSSING I WAS SO PISSED.
So let's hope the PM session goes better:
It didn't start off well, when I had to turn off their movie to turn on the session and Squirt replied "Oh Mom, don't tuwn on the Pwophet again!"
After I'd asked for the millionth time for them to just quiet down a little, I finally snapped and just screamed it. Little Man got all full of attitude and told me to be quiet. (Imagine the hands on hips, face full of defiance, teenager look.) I promptly told him to go to his room. Which he did: he slammed his door, started throwing stuff and kicking the wall and then turned his music (his fisher-price "Animal Songs" music) on full blast just to piss me off. When I said in my last post that I realized I'd have teenage boys soon, I didn't think it'd be quiet this soon.

How was your conference weekend? Sure hope you got more out of it then me.

I have 3 brothers. (Whom, I love!)

I am the only girl.

I've always wanted a sister. I've always wanted someone to do hair with and play dress up with. I liked to play with dolls and all that, but usually I was out playing with my brothers and the other neighborhood boys, because I was surrounded by those too.

It was just me and my mom to add a little bit of femininity to our house. We had fun, we'd have our girl nights when the boys went to Father-N-Son outings and stuff like that.

Then I went off to college and deserted her. (So sorry about that Mom, by the way!)

Then I got married, and had to, again, live with a boy. We even got a boy dog. Then I had a baby boy, and then another. We did eventually get a girl dog, but then she went and deserted me (Well, she did have cancer, so I've forgiven her). When I got pregnant this go around I didn't even want to entertain the thought that this baby would be a girl. I didn't want to get my hopes up. I didn't want to dream about dressing a sweet little baby is pink and purple. I wouldn't even let myself go there.

A couple of months ago, I found this blog called "Boys R Us" Have you ever read her? She is hilarious! She has 7 boys!! So reading her blog I can relate on a very small scale. I mean sometimes my 2 boys feel like 7, ya know? Anyway, I was reading this entry yesterday. It's about living with teenage boys. I laughed so hard I literally started crying. I mean tears running down my face. At first I was crying because it was just so funny. Then I was crying because I realized that in just a few short years I will have teenage boys and that insanity will be my life. And then I sat there and bawled like a baby because I realized I was having a girl. I would get to do hair and make pretty clothes and do fun things on Father-N-Son nights. I know it's not gonna be all rosy. I have been informed I had my fair share of attitude and drama. But at that moment I was so over whelmed with gratitude and happiness!

My dear hubbie will be so glad when this "adventure" is over. My hormones are CRAZY!

Half way there...

I'm officially 20 weeks people!!!! I'm half way done. At the beginning I never thought I'd make it this far. I was so sure I would die long before now. I'm finally starting to feel better, I still can't eat anything "good" (you know, french fries, chocolate, etc...) but that's okay. I'm finally starting to feel her really move, which is very cool. Hubbie even felt it the other night. The boys aren't patient enough yet to sit and wait to feel her move, as she gets a little stronger I'm sure they'll feel it.

And for your viewing pleasure:

Some New Pics for You!

Here are some pics of the kids.

Baby "I'll never have a name" is totally sucking her thumb in #1 and #2 is proof that she's a girl!

Then there is Little Man and Squirt. I didn't want to spend money on the school pictures that are poor quality and usually pretty expensive. So I took the kids to WalMart because they had a $7.99 special. $75 later I got some great pics. Hubbie didn't exactly see the logic in spending $75 to save $40, but you do right?

Enjoy!

Baby "I'll Never Have a Name"