Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Indecent ABCs
About half way through he realizes we are watching and then REALLY shows off. I love my little dancing, jumping, singing boy!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
How I know I am 9 months pregnant . . .
When walking, there is more movement side to side than forward
I know where every bathroom in Utah county is located
Haven't even thought about cutting my toenails in months
Walking a flight of stairs is harder than the Boston Marathon . . . if it was run on the Alps.
Remember the fat lady fanning herself in church with the program while everyone else is bundled in their coats, scarves and mittens? That is me.
Becoming acquainted with the "wee hours of the morning" as I wake to roll over
My nightly desert . . . TUMS! yum!
Yesterday, one of my students told me that I 'sure was getting TALL' - pretty sure I haven't grown an inch in 10 years.
Nesting . . . spending more $ on a baby that isn't actually here than I am on Christmas for my living loved ones
When was the last time I got to hug my husband?
STRESS and WORRY: I knew long before we conceived that this child's due date may just fall in a time when I really didn't WANT to have a baby. Not that I didn't want a baby, but that I wanted it in October, or November, or February, but NOT in December. When I realized the due date was January I breathed a sigh of relief, but as every fat and heavy pregnant lady knows, by 37 weeks, you just want the pregnancy to be over. BUT despite the physiological cravings to have this baby out, my mental and emotional Being wants this baby IN as long as possible. Not that I have ANY control over it, but that is what is just so stressful . . . no control. I have no say in when, where and how she appears into this life. I worry that if she DOES come before Christmas, she will be emotionally scarred that we didn't want her here then. I worry that the rest of her life she will hate the fact that she has to share her special day with the Christmas hullabaloo. Then again, if she waits until Jan 11 (induction date) I will be so antsy and tired of being pregnant. Plus, I don't even think we can figure out a name by then! AUGH!! so much to stress over and so little time with the Christmas season fully engulfing us! And by stressing over it, I can somehow control the situation more right?
heehee, those were the inner workings of my mind at this current time, I understand if you faded out on line 2 . . .
But really I am excited for this little girl to come. Lots of things I am nervous about, but after Dec. 25th (and even more after Jan 1) I will be ready and waiting for her arrival (with the exception of knowing her name).
I know where every bathroom in Utah county is located
Haven't even thought about cutting my toenails in months
Walking a flight of stairs is harder than the Boston Marathon . . . if it was run on the Alps.
Remember the fat lady fanning herself in church with the program while everyone else is bundled in their coats, scarves and mittens? That is me.
Becoming acquainted with the "wee hours of the morning" as I wake to roll over
My nightly desert . . . TUMS! yum!
Yesterday, one of my students told me that I 'sure was getting TALL' - pretty sure I haven't grown an inch in 10 years.
Nesting . . . spending more $ on a baby that isn't actually here than I am on Christmas for my living loved ones
When was the last time I got to hug my husband?
STRESS and WORRY: I knew long before we conceived that this child's due date may just fall in a time when I really didn't WANT to have a baby. Not that I didn't want a baby, but that I wanted it in October, or November, or February, but NOT in December. When I realized the due date was January I breathed a sigh of relief, but as every fat and heavy pregnant lady knows, by 37 weeks, you just want the pregnancy to be over. BUT despite the physiological cravings to have this baby out, my mental and emotional Being wants this baby IN as long as possible. Not that I have ANY control over it, but that is what is just so stressful . . . no control. I have no say in when, where and how she appears into this life. I worry that if she DOES come before Christmas, she will be emotionally scarred that we didn't want her here then. I worry that the rest of her life she will hate the fact that she has to share her special day with the Christmas hullabaloo. Then again, if she waits until Jan 11 (induction date) I will be so antsy and tired of being pregnant. Plus, I don't even think we can figure out a name by then! AUGH!! so much to stress over and so little time with the Christmas season fully engulfing us! And by stressing over it, I can somehow control the situation more right?
heehee, those were the inner workings of my mind at this current time, I understand if you faded out on line 2 . . .
But really I am excited for this little girl to come. Lots of things I am nervous about, but after Dec. 25th (and even more after Jan 1) I will be ready and waiting for her arrival (with the exception of knowing her name).
Friday, November 26, 2010
Look at me, I'm crafty!!
I usually don't interact with any sort of craft that requires cutting, glueing or sewing, but I made an exception to make some cute things for our baby girl and a few Christmasy items. What do you think?
Car seat canopies
(The red one is for my Sister in Law, brown and pink is for my little one)
These aren't crafts, but still it is a project! We tend to get into doing different puzzles during the holiday season and up to this point these are the ones we've completed.
Car seat canopies
(The red one is for my Sister in Law, brown and pink is for my little one)
An Unfinished quilt top- this was quite the project because the fabrics I first picked out didn't go well together and we had to try and get new fabrics to go with what I had already sewn. Luckily, Dave helped me to figure out what I like and was patient with me (and did lots of unpicking) so I didn't give up. 
Christmas Advent calendar - this took me the ENTIRE Super Saturday time, but it is done!
These aren't crafts, but still it is a project! We tend to get into doing different puzzles during the holiday season and up to this point these are the ones we've completed.
Monday, November 1, 2010
What do you think Jackson was for Halloween?
An overexcited missionary?
A "skinny- jumping" kid?
A animal cage fighter?
Happy toddler?
Mad?
Surprised?
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| Nope, he was a tiger! or a jumpy tigger! |
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| And our little girl was humpty dumpty | Dave and I were party poopers and didn't dress up :) |
Monday, October 18, 2010
Anxiously awaiting the arrival of . . .
Even though I am not sure I am ready for a newborn, I also am excited to have a new little "Jackson" in our lives. I am also excited to not be pregnant any more. I have been feeling like it has been SO long since I've held a little tiny baby I am not sure I'll know what to do with her when she gets here. But hopefully in the next 12 weeks I'll get myself prepared and be ready to be a newborn mom again.
This is her at 12 weeks along:
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We got a great video of her sticking her tongue in and out. It reminded me of the cute little baby faces we loved to stare at.
Her beautiful face
Showing off her biceps for the camera!
We are still hoping to figure out a name for her. Jackson has decided her name is Allison. Any other name we say, he replies, "No . . . I like Allison!"
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
More funnies
I have a complete lack of pictures and events in our lives right now, but it is FULL of fun with Jackson around. Here's a few more for memories sake.
I tell Jackson that when he doesn't fold his arms or stay focused in his prayers that he makes Jesus sad. Yesterday, Jackson folded his arms and stayed folded the whole time. After I finished he said, "Mom, I fold my arms! I make Jesus happy!" I smiled and said, "You make ME happy, too!" He smiled and replied, "And I make Joseph Smith happy too!" What do you think? Did he?
In the car Dave and I like to talk and lately it is driving Jackson crazy, he keeps yelling at us "NO TALKING" so I told him that if he wanted to say something he could politely ask, "Mom, dad I want to say something please." A few moments later I hear the politest, kindest voice, say "I want to say something please mom." (I know that is alot of words!) I am so impressed at how quickly he learned it, I ask what it is. Slowly, clearly (loudly) he says, "STOP . . . TALKING!!"
We worked so hard to teach Jackson to say President Thomas Monson so he would at least have 5 seconds he could pay attention to in General Conference. Then on Monday we took him to his first movie (Toy Story 3). He was glued to the screen and couldn't get enough of Buzz Lightyear. Later, he found something at the store with Buzz on it and couldn't remember his name. I said Buzz . . . and he replied "Oh, Buzz Monson!"
We found an Eeyore and I told him who he was and that he was sad. Jackson said, "Don't be sad Eeyore! I'll be your friend!" I am amazed at his ability to put words together and come up with his own thoughts.
I told Dave I was mad at Jackson for taking his shoes off (so they were left at the church). He said, "He's only two, you can't be mad at him." Then Jackson says, "MOM! I'n only TWO! (Slowly and commandingly) Don't . . . get . . . mad . . . at . . . ME!! Well when you put it that way . . .
I tell Jackson that when he doesn't fold his arms or stay focused in his prayers that he makes Jesus sad. Yesterday, Jackson folded his arms and stayed folded the whole time. After I finished he said, "Mom, I fold my arms! I make Jesus happy!" I smiled and said, "You make ME happy, too!" He smiled and replied, "And I make Joseph Smith happy too!" What do you think? Did he?
In the car Dave and I like to talk and lately it is driving Jackson crazy, he keeps yelling at us "NO TALKING" so I told him that if he wanted to say something he could politely ask, "Mom, dad I want to say something please." A few moments later I hear the politest, kindest voice, say "I want to say something please mom." (I know that is alot of words!) I am so impressed at how quickly he learned it, I ask what it is. Slowly, clearly (loudly) he says, "STOP . . . TALKING!!"
We worked so hard to teach Jackson to say President Thomas Monson so he would at least have 5 seconds he could pay attention to in General Conference. Then on Monday we took him to his first movie (Toy Story 3). He was glued to the screen and couldn't get enough of Buzz Lightyear. Later, he found something at the store with Buzz on it and couldn't remember his name. I said Buzz . . . and he replied "Oh, Buzz Monson!"
I told Dave I was mad at Jackson for taking his shoes off (so they were left at the church). He said, "He's only two, you can't be mad at him." Then Jackson says, "MOM! I'n only TWO! (Slowly and commandingly) Don't . . . get . . . mad . . . at . . . ME!! Well when you put it that way . . .
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