Sunday, November 23, 2014

Well, it's been 6 weeks of fun and games and escaping reality and starchy freezer dinners, but tomorrow it's back to regular life around here.
And let's hope
For the sake of all of us 
That regular
Means 
REGULAR!!


Happy Six Weeks Baby Matthew!

Aka Lucky Seven, aka Bruiser, aka Santiago, aka "Ma-poo"

The Many Faces of Lucky Seven


Quickly...some photos from the past few weeks...I will start with one of all the kids, just to let you know that I know I still have other kids!!  I just spend an awful lot of time with Seven.












Like this last photo suggests...life is exhausting...but life is good, too. 

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Major Accomplishments


Matthew is one week old, but instead of cataloging his milestones this week I thought I would catalog mine.

So, this week I...

Locked the kids and Luke out of my room. (In my defense, I thought Luke knew where the key was hidden.)

Took nine naps.

Didn't yell at Reillee when she came to tell me there was a monster in her room RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of what could have been a FOUR HOUR sleep stretch.

Avoided a tongue lashing by playing the baby card to guilt an angry mother bear into passivity.

Read a book.

Kept up the laundry and the dishes.  

Didn't chide Luke for not noticing the...you know...I am not even going to list everything.  It makes my tired ache.  He was stellar, however, at jumping up whenever I sent the kids away from me with an overloud, "Go ask your father!  That's why he is here!"

Showered.  Twice.

Renewed the library books.

Resisted the urge to roll my eyes when Luke got home from playing taxi driver and wanted to know why dinner wasn't on the table.  Same goes for when he got home from Costco and wondered "where the day had gone?"

Ah, I love these couple of weeks where I can be completely tuned out!  I know there are consequences, but for now I will just revel in my daily naps.




Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Jean Luc

We are soooooo happy to announce the arrival of our little "Lucky Seven", born on the ever fitting lucky 13th of October, at 1:47.

I received a call that the hospital had an empty room, or 12, on Monday morning.  (My doctor had already put me on the induction schedule fearing 1. Luke's travel schedule 2. The size of the baby and 3. The position of the baby.  While I feared being induced, and was praying that I would just go into labor on my own, Luke gave me a blessing that reassured both of us and I ended up jumping, literally, at the opportunity to go to the hospital Monday morning.

We got the kids off to school, arranged babysitting for the day, and arrived at the hospital around 7:45.  After the oodles of logistics, they finally started the pit drip at 9:30...I was already dilated 3 cm.  At 12:30 I was still as comfortable as anything, but starting to think this whole induction thing was going to take FOREVER.  The doctor came in and agreed to break my water to see if it would speed things up.  I was dilated to a 4 at 12:30, and the baby came at 1:47, so I would say that my theory was correct!

Can I just say that having my water break was the biggest relief ever?!  For the last few weeks, I have felt the worst sensation of being full....like Thanksgiving dinner and and an entire pie full, but without  any relief or remedy.  I have eaten very little because I already felt "full", and that only contributed to pregnancy weakness, lethargy, grumpiness, etc.  Misery, I tell ya!  But when my water broke, and for the next half hour, I paced my hospital room simply ecstatic that the feeling of baby-tearing-right-thru-my-stomach was gone!

Also, thank heaven for wireless monitors that allowed me to pace that hospital room.  I didn't actually get into the bed until about 1:30.

Backtracking...At about 1:00 my contractions began in earnest, coming one on top of the other until I asked the nurse to please check my progress.  I thought about how, if I was home, this is when I would head to the hospital (Holy blessing....I wouldn't have gotten to the hospital in time at all!).   I also thought that if I was still dilating at a rate of 1 cm/3 hours, then it was time for an epidural.  I can't say I was that shocked though, when she checked me and said, "Let me get the doctor. Try not to push." Yeah right!

The doctor got there just in time to grab some gloves and catch.  Our little BOY was born healthy, huge, and screaming.  He weighed in at 8 pounds, 5 ounces, 20 inches long, and has blonde hair and blue eyes (for now).  He looks like Joshua and Reillee did as babies, and is simply perfect!

One more little experience to relate.  In between my last two contractions, when I was, shall I say wishing for death, I had an absolute reprieve.  It was probably only 30 seconds, but it was just what I needed, while the doctor and nurse were rushing around getting things ready, to regroup and gather the wherewithal to make it through the last minute.  For those precious seconds the pain was gone and I was so peaceful....it was something that I didn't experience with Reillee or Benjamin, and it was a small miracle that I will be forever grateful for.

In the next day or two, we will give our little guy a name.  For now,we are just happy to finally have him here.


Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Quotables

Reillee:  But HOW does the baby get out?!  But HHHOOOOOWWWW???!!!

Sam:  Oh yeah, let's watch that movie!  Wait, do I even know what I am talking about?

Willie:  I got in trouble for doing long division today.  My teacher says I have to do it the new way, but that's not fair cause she even has to use a book to figure it out!
(Common core...yay!!)

Me:  Does your teacher call you Sam or Samantha?
The Boss:  He calls me "Yes, Ma'am!"

Reillee to Grandma:  You should learn how to be a mom.  My mom can teach you.

Sam said something that came out terribly wrong and funny and EmJ and I started cracking up...so Sam started laughing, too, then stopped and said, "Wait, you are laughing WITH me, right?!"



Monday, October 06, 2014

I Did It My Way

Why, yes!  Yes I did!  Luke and I flew to New York to see Derek Jeter play his very last game at Yankee Stadium.  I got to go I the new stadium, I bought a knockoff tshirt and a hot dog from a street vendor, I saw the plays, the hits, and the walk-off.  I got beer spilled on me during the celebration, and I saw him cry...and I cried, too....blame it on the pregnancy.
The view from our extreme upper deck, give you vertigo seats.
Everything #2 became significant that night.  (That doesn't sound exactly right, does it?!)
We stuck around...in the comfy seats this time, for the press conference.  My favorite part, "I may not be the best in the game, but there is no one who can say he worked harder than me day in and day out for 20 years."  Truly, I will be telling my grandkids about how I got to see Jeter play.
We stayed in Jersey with Juliet, and it was so fun to catch up with her again!, but after the Yankee game we drove up to Boston like a bunch of groupies.  We went to the temple and then headed up to Lawrence to visit Luke's mission.  By this point I was pretty swollen and uncomfortable, so I was a rotten traveling companion, but I think Luke had a good time reminiscing.
His home in Lawrence.
Finally, we got to Boston proper...I wanted to walk the 50 miles of trails around Boston Harbor, but due to time constraints I only got to snap a picture.  Boston warrants it's own vacation.
We found some relatively cheap parking and gave ourselves 90 minutes to walk around Fenway....the atmosphere around that park is amazing.  We ended up finding a pair of tickets for the sold out game and saying a prayer that our car wouldn't get towed.  
So cool!
We were closer to the field than this picture makes it seem.  I decided I love Fenway, and the crowd was kind to Jeter and even boo'ed when they took him out of the game.  I am sure it helped that Boston was up by about 10 runs!

We spent one last night in Connecticut, and were able to attend church and see a primary program.  I am sad we missed our kids' program, but it was cute nonetheless.  (It was also interesting seeing the east coast in comparison to the west...kids memorized their parts and those that didn't could actually read!...shocking!) After church we flew to Salt Lake and got to see Lindsey and Co during our insane layover and then finally home, exhausted but happy, to our own little flock.  I think Luke's parents were pretty wiped out from dealing with our crew for five days, but the kids had a great time and we are so grateful to them!!

Farewell Captain!!

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

First Day of School


We said goodbye to our summer tans...

...and hello to our school year goals.
Sam packed nubby pencils...
...and the boys woke before the sun.
EmJ and Sam personified the difference between a first grader and a seventh grader (NOT a reenactment)...

...and we brought apples to the teachers.
We got excited for our new classrooms (but I only took one photo)...
...and by 8:30 we were ready for recess!

Happy First Day of School!! August 25, 2014

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Alivia is Home!

Alivia returned home from her mission a few weeks ago and boy were we excited to see her!  Thankfully, she and Zack were able to come and spend a few short days with us.  Too short, but the kids packed in all the fun they could handle...namely a temple trip, a pizza buffet, a hike, a fashion show, and lots o' swimming!  
The back to school fashion show is a serious ordeal in this house.  As you can tell.  I especially enjoy that Reillee tucks in her shirts, Joshua is too cool for school, Benjamin buttons his top buttons, EmJ's leggings fit loosely on her chicken legs, and Sam, well, she is fully Sam.

School starts tomorrow and I couldn't be more excited.  I am sure the enthusiasm will wane in a day or two, but I am about ready to be back in a routine and I've had enough swimming and bickering to last me a lifetime!  Plus, the start of school ushers in the fall season...playoffs and jacket weather and apple pie.  But best of all--our trip to Yankee Stadium is just around the corner!!!