Barber Bustlings

At my appointment two weeks ago my doctor told me, "Let's try not to have another 9 pounder." Uh, gee, doctor, I really liked being 8 days past my due date with Myles and then having an enormous baby boy to lug around. At the last appointment he says, "You can go into labor anytime now." Hmmm. And how am I supposed to do that? I am not dilated (I wasn't even to a 1 the day before I had Myles) and my body doesn't like to be induced. We tried to induce Myles three days before the due date and I was in full labor for 12 hours and didn't dilate at all. Please don't tell me to take castor oil, either. If being induced doesn't work, then castor oil will only make me very sick and dehydrated. I would much rather wait for when my body decides. I am truly okay with that. I have already planned to be a week late and we aren't buying newborn size diapers or clothes. I padded my due date by a week and have been able to mentally stick to it. I thought...

I remember how hot it was in Venezuela and yet we could not find ice-cream anywhere! Sure, some man in the street was selling some kind of icee (we were always wary of the artificial flavoring, especially the YELLOW ones) but we were not allowed to buy street food; that was a very wise rule from our mission president. I missed ice-cream terribly while on my mission. And peanut butter. And real chocolate. We all know my Kryptonite is chocolate and peanut butter. I just LOVE ice-cream. Very rarely do I go one day without eating an ice-cream cone at night. I love to sit with Scott and talk and indulge. It calms me and erases the stress of the day. Of course, when Scott is at work really late then I will have an actual bowl and put peanuts and magic shell in with the ice-cream. And I'll actually turn on the TV and watch something that Scott would not enjoy, like Biggest Loser or Samantha Who. Thank goodness for TiVo! So, the moral of this blog is: get some ice-cream and if you haven...

Bailey has had her front, middle tooth hanging by a thread for a few weeks now. Of course she wiggled it everyday and we ate lots of crunchy foods, but this stubborn tooth would not budge. She wouldn't even let us try to pull it out but today she bravely told the dentist he could do it, as long as it didn't hurt. Of course he pulled it out in two seconds flat. It is so fun to have Dr. Cook (a father of one of my mission friends) as our dentist. Both my kids just love him. Bailey looks so cute with this huge whole in her mouth, although I'm glad we did pictures a couple of days ago. I still have to take both Bailey and Myles to do pictures together so we'll have one picture with the gaping whole. Scott's sister cannot stand loose teeth so we were thinking of mailing it to her anonymously with some fake blood on it.... Just kidding, Holly! Good luck when Brooklyn's teeth start to come out. I can't wait to see how you handle it. We all have our things that cree...

"For where your treasure is there will your heart be also" -Matthew 6:21 My kids are my treasure. Cheesy, but true. Bailey helped Myles say the family prayer tonight before bedtime. It was one of those moments where everything is right: the kids are getting along, Scott is home so we are all together and the house is peaceful. She said these grownup sentences, like, "Bless Mom to be okay and Landon to be healthy. Bless Dad to get the things done that he needs to." Myles would just say the last word or two of each sentence. It was so sweet and my heart melted. My kids are growing up so fast and I can't stop it. I just love the ages that they are at and wish I could freeze time for awhile. Myles is going through the potty stage (we're not even close to potty-training him) but he likes to say, "poo poo, pee pee" and laugh like it's the greatest joke ever told. Bailey told him tonight that "those words aren't appropriate" and Scott an...

Well, last night was our big Enrichment (the first I was in charge of) and we had a great turnout! We had 50 out of our 95 ladies attend and, unfortunately as many other Enrichment counselors know, that is pretty good. "The Great Experiment" is a month-long "spiritual strength-training" program that my Enrichment Leader experienced in another ward and we implemented in our ward. We split our ward up into 7 groups with one leader per group. Each leader was responsible for making a weekly contact with each person in the group as motivation to continue in the program. The program had four parts: personal prayer, daily scripture study, journal writing, and following the promptings of the Holy Ghost. Each of the seven leaders hand delivered a packet to the ladies in her group. The packet had a welcome/introduction letter and a great talk by Bonnie D. Parkin on "Personal Ministry." http://speeches.byu.edu/reader/reader.php?id=11599 The talk was to motivate the s...

Well, I try not to count down the days, but I do get excited when I log into my blog and see the floating baby. Today it says only 45 days left. If only that were a guarantee. My two other kids were a week late, so let's just plan on that with this one, too. I am too cheap to buy more clothes so the "waistlines" of my maternity shorts just go lower and lower. Thank goodness for DownEast maternity shirts. They go down to my knees! (not really, but they do reach my hips) I am hot, big, uncomfortable and tired. Who cares? When people ask how I am do I tell them the truth? Of course not! Fortunately, the baby is healthy, kicking and certainly growing. Will he be as huge as Myles was? I am counting on it. Will I care? Nope. Once he is in my arms it will all have been worth it. If only I could just sleep through the next 45 days.....