Was this on your Christmas list?

Wandering through Sam's Club one day we found this:

What family doesn't need a gigantic caterpillar?

The kids were in heaven.

All I could see was the amount of stuffing that would cover my house when Cody got ahold of it.

So we had fun playing in the store:

and then said goodbye to Mr. Giant Caterpillar.

Continuing the tradition

Ever since I was born my grandparents have bought me a new Christmas ornament every year, usually with the year on it. I have an ornament that has my birthdate on it and an ornament that has "My First Christmas." These ornaments are 34 years old. It seems incredible to me that we still have them. Over the years some have broken some but mostly I still have all of them.

My mom started the same tradition with my kids. Every year she has bought them an ornament. This year I wanted the tradition to continue so off to the Christmas store we went.

My mom's friend owns a Christmas store in Folsom. This store has every kind of ornament imaginable.

Want a pickle ornament?

They got it.

Want a cactus?

They got it.

Want a jaguar?

They got that too.

My mom has gone here every year to get the ornaments so there was no where else I was going to go. Ok, it was a little nerve racking with Evan. It is not the most child friendly store - lots of things to touch or knock over. We made a "pointing only" rule to try to limit the amount of touching.

Here are our goods:

Trevor's

(I wrote his name on it)

Evan's

The boy loves monster trucks!

Hailey's

A jeweled butterfly

Kayla's

A Fairy with a bird

Kayla, as usual, was having a little trouble deciding which one she wanted. She was choosing between 3. I saw this one and said "that looks like one Grammy would have picked" and after that there was no more indecision. She went for the one that looked like Grammy's choice. So sweet.

I knew it might be emotional picking out ornaments. I did really good until I got to my final choice. My mom loved angels. I mean she really LOVED them so I wanted to get an angel to hang on our tree to remind me of my mom. That's what got me. I started tearing up and trying to keep it together while I searched through blurry eyes. I enlisted the help of the kids. Here are our choices:

The kids liked this one because it lights up and the colors change.

This one spoke to me. It is a pretty glass ornament with a beautiful green dress.

I hope my mom is happy with our choices. I am sure she is.

We will continue this tradition and some year we will buy our grandkids ornaments. Man that seem weird! Our grandkids . . . the way time is flying it will be here before we know it.

34 years old and still growing up . . . but just a little bit.

I am what some would call a picky eater. Always have been. Drove my parents crazy.

I am sure there is a more politically correct name for it now. Maybe "taste bud challenged" or "texture sensitive" or . . ., I don't know, something cool like that.

Well this has been a big year for my pickiness. I have discovered 2 foods that I now like.

The first:

Mmmmm ~ Blueberries!

Love them.

Totally addicted now.

I eat them like they're candy.

And the second?

Would never have ever thought in a million years that I would eat them EVER!

Let alone like them.

I went to a Relief Society dinner and they served them. I didn't want to leave them on my plate like the picky little person that I was so I decided to try them.

And discovered that they were scrumptious.

(I even ate my friends that she couldn't eat because of a nut allergy and they had almonds in them.)

What were they?

The nasty, forever feared:

Green Beans

My poor mom tried for 34 years to get me to eat them and I refused. I am sure she is so proud of me now and saying "see, I told you that you would like them if you tried them."

Maybe in another 34 years I will discover that I like other things like tomatoes or onions or avocados or cheesecake or . . .

But I wouldn't hold my breath!

5 months old already

Where does the time go? I have no idea but if you find out, let me know. I would like to slow it down just a bit.

Trevor is growing soooo fast! And I mean that literally. He is 4 POUNDS heavier than any of our other kids at this age and is wearing size 12 months clothes. Did I mention he is only 5 months old? I think he is trying to catch up to his siblings or something.

So the other day I noticed that I haven't posted any pictures of Trevor since he was 6 weeks old (1st day of school pictures) and that wasn't even about Trevor. So here is a plethora of photos of Trevor.

About 1.5 months

Twiners - she was so excited to match him.

We went camping when he was about 7 weeks. We spent one day at a lake and this is how he spent his time most of the day:

2 months:

Almost 3 months:

3 months:

Kurt's Grandma made this beautiful blanket

1st Halloween:

Scarey, scary picture of me but the best we have of Trevor. He was a candy corn baby. This was coming off the week of NO SLEEP AT ALL and after walking a bazillion miles with Trevor in the front pack and Trick-or-Treating with the kids. The kids are getting older and not wearing out after a few houses anymore. I was a mess but he is cute.

4 months:

Just before he turned 4 months old he cut his first tooth. I couldn't believe it. All the others were 8, 9 or 10 months old. He was an early bird getting 2 teeth at 4 months.

He mastered sitting up at about 4.5 months. He doesn't like laying down at all which is why he was a little slower than our other kids on rolling over but the quickest on the sitting up.

I love this picture of my boys. They both crashed our bed during the night. Kurt and I didn't have much room. In fact, I am not sure where we fit in the bed?

This is what he does while I fold laundry. Well, this and knock over my piles of folded clothes =)

Thanksgiving:

Trev and his friends

5 months:

This is so funny - Kurt took this picture of him and Trevor the other day. He is fake sleeping but aren't they cute!

So many of my pictures were on Kurt's computer and so I haven't blogged about a lot of stuff. I found a quick and easy way to transfer them the other day so now I have all the pictures. I should be able to blog more often now. Yippee!

Sometimes life is just "ugh".

Do you ever get into a funk? Where things just aren't right? Where you just feel out of step or something?

Every once in awhile I do and I have learned that if I just acknowledge it and then ignore it, it will work itself out. Like if I don't feed it, then it goes away.

But this time I am struggling. I just can't shake it. I am trying to be positive. I am trying to be optimistic. I am trying to be funny (and, obviously, not doing so good at that). But nothing is working. I am just "ugh". I feel like I just don't fit or something.

I am pretty sure my exhaustion is the #1 reason that I can't shake it. I am just so tired. I haven't recovered from Trevor's little "hey, let's try not sleeping" routine and then after that we all got the flu. I now have him sleeping from about 8 or 9 pm to about 2 or 4 am so I get a good 5-7 hours of sleep (although, I swear it feels like only 2 or 3 when I wake up). So I would think that I would start feeling "normal" again but no such luck. I don't mind the 2 am or 3 am wake up but it's the 4 or 4:30 one that gets me. It is just so close to when I need to get up that my brain wakes up and kicks on and starts thinking of all the bazillion things I need to do so I end up tossing and turning before I finally drift off to a half sleep at about 5:30 or 5:45 and then I am supposed to be up at 6. Which usually doesn't happen so then I jump out of bed at 6:30 already running behind and our mornings are crazy.

Kurt and I used to have this conversation when the older kids were little:

K: If you could do anything, what would you want to do?

Me: Sleep

K: No, something fun.

Me: Sleep sounds fun.

K: No, we are talking about ANYTHING in the world.

Me: Yep, pretty sure it would be to sleep.

I am back to that point. I just want sleep. So I am sure that my exhaustion is just making everything else seem worse.

The other part of my melancholiness is I miss my mom. I think about her all the time. I know if she was here she would listen to all my petty little life stuff and give me a big hug and tell me it will all work out. And I would feel better. I just want a mom hug.

When she passed away I think I was in a shock / denial / fog state; as I am sure most people are. I knew she was gone but you know how you just really don't grasp it? Then we had the impending birth of baby boy to keep my mind busy. Then adjusting to the new baby. Then the new school year starting with the new school and everything. And even though I thought of my mom all through all of those, I don't think I fully grasped that she was truly gone. Now it is hitting me. Maybe it's because life is settling down a little. Maybe it's because the holidays are coming up. Maybe it's because my dad is dating someone (which is a post for another day). Maybe I am just going crazy.

Maybe it is the fact that I realized the other day that our kids don't have a living grandma. I always looked at it like Kurt and I have both lost our moms but it just hit me to look at it from my kids' point of view. And it really bothers me. Every kid needs a grandma. Who else is going to spoil them? Who else is going to listen to them complain about their crazy mom? Who else is naturally and instinctively invested in their day to day life? My kids have been robbed of both of their grandmas before they even got started. And it makes me really sad. Kurt and I both still having living grandmas but my kids don't. And, honestly, it makes me cry. Grandmas are just special. Their love is special.

But I can't do anything about it so harping on it is only going to make me sad. Like I said, I think the exhaustion is making it worse. So as my mom would say, "this too shall pass." And it will. I just need to keep plugging along.

The Importance of Sleep

One does not truly understand the importance of sleep until one is not getting any.

I don't know what happened but my sleep-loving little baby has done a complete 180 on me. He went from me laying him down with a paci and putting himself to sleep to screaming like crazy at any sleep time, naps or bedtime. He was sleeping all night and now he is up all the time.

I went 6 nights with hardly any sleep. Although, I can't blame him alone. He was the first 3 nights (honestly, he would only sleep 30-45 minutes and then was up again), then the 4th (when he actually slept from 11-4 (5 whole hours!!!)) Kayla was up from 12 - 3:30 throwing up. Awesome. Then the 5th was Trevor again and then on the 6th night Evan was up with a coughing spasm.

Seriously I feel like I haven't slept in a year. I am wiped out! And I can't sleep during the day because I have this business that needs my attention. Luckily, last night (night 7) everyone actually slept. And that means that Trevor slept 5 hours straight and then was up every 2 again.

I think that it is funny that Kurt says "hey, you got 5 hours of sleep last night. You must feel great". Uh, no. 5 hours doesn't make up for the loss of 30. Nice try though.

So that has been our life lately. One sleepy mom. I have learned that I am not a very patient mom when I am completely sleep deprived. Nor am I very organized. Or very on top of anything. Everything is a mess but o-well.

Running was going really good until last week. If I don't have the energy to shower or clean or cook, I really don't have the energy to run. So I thought this week I would get back into it. But I just realized that it is Thursday and I have gone once. Yikes - where did this week go?

Besides the lack of sleep, there is the small detail that bears were spotted in our neighborhood. Yep, thats right - bears. Right smack-dab in the middle of the burbs. Seriously. It kind of took the wind out of my sails for going early in the morning. Cody may protect me but I think bears may be past his limit. It was a momma bear with 3 cubs. Don't want to mess with them! So now I am trying to figure out another time to go.

Oh life. Aren't you full of surprises!

Adventures in Exercising

"Thinking Time"

So running/walking gives one a lot of time to think. It is wonderful. I can actually have full and complete thoughts without being interrupted a million times. Awesome! So I think and ponder and laugh at myself. It's a great time. I think of all these wonderful blogs that I want to post. All these funny stories to tell. And then I get home and either one of two things happens: 1) I don't have time or 2) I can't remember anything I wanted to post or any funny things I thought of. So frustrating! So this morning I used my phone to jot down thoughts. And here they are:

"The Glowing Chest"

I take my phone with me when I exercise so I can listen to music. The first day I put it in the waist of my elastic exercise pants. Worked good until I ran and then it wanted to slide down my leg. The second day I thought I would put it in my sports bra because that would hold it tighter. Which it did. But what I forgot was that when you start the music, the screen doesn't go off by itself. It stays lit. So I head for the door to leave and Kurt goes "hey hon? Um, we don't really want to be drawing attention to those." I looked down to see my chest glowing. Ha ha ha! We got a good laugh and I turned the screen off. Luckily he caught me before I left the house.

"Protector Dog"

I started taking our dog with me for added protection. We live in a good area but I go at 5:30 or 6 am and it is dark so Kurt wanted me to take the dog with me. The first morning that darn dog jumped and growled at everything and kept glancing behind us. Scared the hibbie-gibbies out of me. What a watch dog! Not sure if he was just being super observant and protective (probably unlikely) or was scared himself (more likely) but he was definitely putting me on edge. So much for feeling safer! Hopefully his size will be intimidating enough; although, this morning he seemed much braver and tougher.

"Breaks, breaks and more breaks"

Taking the dog leads to a lot of breaks. Gotta pee on this. Gotta pee on that. Oh! Look! The sprinklers are on at that house! I must get in the water! (Remember, he is a lab). Geesh! Not getting much exercise done with him around. So I started walking in the middle of the road. Nothing for him to sniff, pee on or play in and sounds safe doesn't it? Well, actually it is. Nobody is up and moving that early in the morning and if they are their head lights let me know they are coming way before they get to me. (And I am talking about our neighborhood streets, not the main busy streets.)

"Sympathy for Mac"

This morning I had a hard time getting out of bed. The last few nights I haven't gotten full nights of sleep (Trevor has been sleeping all night but the last few he has been waking up again. It really throws a body off when it is used to sleeping all night again). So as I dragged myself out of bed and walked down the streets of my sleepy neighborhood, I stared at all the dark houses and it made me feel like Mac on Lighting McQueen. You know, when he is passing the truck stop seeing all those sleeping trucks and McQueen is urging him to continue on to CA. I longed to crawl back into my own bed. But just like Mac, I continued on. Luckily I had upbeat music to keep me awake and no one switched it to sleepy music.

"My Second Line of Defense"

So, like I said, I take the dog. My number one reason for not wanting to take him? You guessed it - picking up the dooty. Really? We have to do this every time? Doesn't matter how long I put him out before we go, he will have to go on the walk. Urgh! But this morning as I walked the neighborhood with my dog in one hand and his full dooty bag in the other, I discovered that it might actually be helpful if one is attacked. If the attacker can manage to get passed my first line of defense (aka: scaredy-cat dog) then he will have me and the dooty bag to deal with. I imagined myself using it like nun chucks, swinging it around and scaring off any attacker.

And this is where I laughed at myself.

Good times, my friends, good times!

Me? Exercise? Are you crazy?

Apparently I am. Here is why:

Probably a little over a year ago, a friend of mine wanted a running buddy so she started asking around, put fliers in her kids classes and, I think, asked on Facebook. She was hoping to get 2-3 interested people in hopes of actually getting 1-2 running buddies.

She didn't get 1.

She didn't get 2.

She didn't get 3.

She got 80.

As in 8-0.

E.I.G.H.T.Y.

So she did what any sane person would do - she became a leader of an 80 member running group. And she has done an amazing job! She majored in physical fitness and was totally capable of taking on this monumental project. They had an amazing year last year and are continuing on this year.

Well, I have always wanted to be a runner but there is just something about it that I don't like. Oh, that's right - it's the running part. I'm not a runner. I sprinted through Sam's Club the other day because I forgot something in the back of the store and Kurt was loading things on the belt to pay. I about died. Ok, not really. But I definitely felt out of shape.

Last year I had the perfect excuse as to why I couldn't join her group - I was prego. Sweet. Easy out! Nice!

This year? . . . Still thinking . . . Hold on . . . Almost got one . . . Oh nuts! I got nothing. So I joined up! AHHHHHHHH! What am I thinking! I am crazy. But I am totally excited!

They are not hard core runners. The group ranges from 13 - 60 something year olds. Some only walk. Some only run. And everyone else in somewhere in the middle. She said everyone that has joined up has thought they couldn't do it but found that they could. It sounds like a great program that her and her friend, a doctor, have created. Training officially starts in January but right now is just getting in routine of exercising/walking/jogging. They have a schedule on their website: http://pacificcoasters.wordpress.com/

I think she said the only people who have stopped did so because they got pregnant. So then, of course, we teased that the only way out is to have a baby. So by this time next year I will either be running a marathon or having a baby, depending on how training goes. Either way, it's bound to be an interesting year!

Come be crazy with me! Either you'll get in shape or have a baby. Good deal either way =)

Amazing Changes

Unless you have seen Kayla in one of her melt-downs or seen her cower in fear, you can not appreciate the amazing changes that are happening in her. They truly are unbelievable!

This child would run from any, and I mean ANY, unnecessary attention. She does not like to be in front of people. She does not like to be in the spot light. She definitely does not like to step anywhere near the edge of her comfort zone, let alone, out of her box.

But do you know what she is doing today?

She is running for a position at school to be her classroom representative in the student body. In order to do that, she has to give a speech. In front of her class.

Holy Moly! Where did this child come from?

Last night she was in tears worrying about it and trying to decide if she felt brave enough to do it. Kurt and I both encouraged her but let her know it was ok if she didn't want to. Kayla and I said an extra prayer before bed saying that she decided she did want to go for it and asking for help for her to feel brave and strong today so she could give her speech.

She woke up this morning with such strength and determination. She wrote her speech, practiced and went to school happy as could be.

I am still sitting here in shock. This child has done a complete 180 and it is such an amazing thing to witness. I am in awe. I know that Heavenly Father is helping her so much and He is with her today as she completely jumps out of her box. He is there to catch her and hold her up, if needed. I am so blessed to be her mom and get a first row seat at the miraculous workings of our God.

So, whether she wins the position or not, it doesn't matter. She has already won a much bigger and better prize!

Me, My Mom and Jack-in-the-Box tacos

When my mom was pregnant with me she craved Jack-in-the-Box tacos. My dad, being the wonderful husband and father that he is, would get up in the middle of the night to go get her some.

When I was growing up, my mom and I would often, usually at night while watching movies, look at each other and say "taco time" and we would get up and go get some.

One time we even snuck them into a movie theater. Let me warn you - not the best idea. Besides the yummy food smell they emit, they are rather noisy to eat. Apparently people don't like you crunching in their ears while watching a movie. We giggled every time one of us took a bite. =)

Well, I can't drive by a Jack-in-the-Box without thinking of my mom and our late night, taco crunching escapades.

And I miss those.

So, most of the time, I stop and get 2 tacos and a root beer and think of my mom while I crunch away. It doesn't matter if it's 10 am or 3 pm, I stop.

Today was no exception.

It was just me, my mom and Jack-in-the-Box tacos.

(Oh, Trevor too, but he was sleeping)

Our New School

We are love, love, loving our new school!

It is a new charter school that just opened up this year.

So, yes, we are guinea pigs but so far it is wonderful. There has been the expected hiccups, like pick up and drop off procedures, but overall everything has been really smooth.

The students are amazing. Everyone is "new" to this school so they have all been super friendly. Everyone is in the same boat by not knowing a lot of other kids so they have all grouped together to help each other out. Awesome!

Kayla 5th grade

The teachers are amazing too! We went to back to school night this week and were so impressed with the teachers and their enthusiasm and energy. Everyone I have overheard has been saying positive things about the all the classes.

Hailey 4th grade

And, as you can tell, they wear uniforms. All I can say is I LOVE UNIFORMS! It is wonderful! So easy in the morning. Pick either a red, white or blue top with the school logo and either navy or khaki shorts or skirts. So simple!

My Kinder boy

Kayla is thriving! She was the reason we started homeschooling to begin with and we, especially Kurt, were really nervous about putting her back into the school environment but she is doing amazing! They all are and we are so proud of them!

Wonder Woman Complex

So about a week or so ago I was digging in a file in my filing cabinet looking for something and I stumbled upon some letters that a friend and I had written back and forth to each other a few years ago . . . you know, using snail mail. I am not sure why I kept these few letters because we had written a lot but, nonetheless, there they were so I read them.

We were talking about how women tend to try to take everything on themselves and expect too much of themselves. They try to be Wonder Woman.

I remember when we were discussing this and I was totally guilty of it. Probably still am but any-who . . .

Over the years I have tried to not think that I have to do everything but it is hard. I want to have a clean house. I want to have healthy, home made meals every night. I want to be at all my kids activities. I want our business to be successful. I want . . . it all and I think that I need to do it all. I have to say that I think I have relaxed somewhat in this.

Well 2 weeks ago I took another HUGE step in not expecting everything out of myself. I did something that I NEVER thought I would do.

I hired a house cleaner!!!!!!

And I love it!

And it is awesome!

And I am totally trying to not feel guilty over it!

Because having a newborn, keeping up with 3 kids school schedules and homework, and running a business is A LOT of work. And this is one step in helping me not take on everything.

And they come back tomorrow.

And I am soooooo excited!

A Whole Lot of Posts

So I have been neglectful in posting lately. I have wanted too but haven't had the time so I thought this morning I would catch up. So there are a few posts following this one.

So, yes, it is 10 am and I am still in my pj's but I have gotten everything blogged on my list that had grown longer and longer.

I now need to start a new list but at least I got this one completed.

Woo hoo!

Have a great Saturday!

Growing up so fast!

Ok, so these pictures are a little old in baby time but I have wanted to post them and just haven't gotten around to it.

So here is Trev in his first big boy outfit (meaning shirt and shorts, not just onesie type outfits).

4 weeks

I was a naughty mommy and let him try sleeping on his tummy for nap one day.

He loved it!

And I loved his little feet.

That is a birth mark on his foot - not an injury =)

He is such a great sleeper!

Here is a video of him "talking" at 6 weeks old. Hailey was filming and since the girl can't control her body for 2 seconds, it is a bit wiggly, just like our Hailey. But cute nonetheless (if you don't get motion sick).

Buying Jeans

When is the last time you bought jeans?

For me, it's been a couple of years. I don't like shopping. AT ALL!

And here is why:

I was in Old Navy shopping for school uniforms pants and shorts about 2 weeks ago and I noticed that the adult jeans were on sale for only $15! At normally $30, this is a great deal so I thought that I would grab a few pairs for Kurt and myself as we are desperately in need of new jeans.

So I wonder over to the female jeans to grab a few. And I stood in a daze at the wall of jeans in front of me. There was The Flirt, The Sweetheart, The Diva and The Dreamer. Then within each of those categories there was "skinny," "boot cut," "trouser" and then there were color choices. Then you had to find your size. WHAT?

I just wanted a pair of jeans. When did buying jeans become so complicated? Seriously!

So I grabbed a few different styles, colors, sizes and wandered to the fitting room. I happened to find a style, color and size that fit me so I bought a few of that one type.

Whew! Survived another shopping trip. Now it may be a few years before I attempt it again. By then all the styles, colors and sizes will all change again. Yikes!

Any PUG lovers out there?

A little Webkinz dance party.

Evan LOVES this song.

(Usually he dances better but Kayla was off the screen distracting him.)

Hailey's eyes

Many people don't know that Hailey has 2 different colored eyes. Sometimes it is VERY noticeable and sometimes you can't tell at all.

I have tried for years to get a picture showing the difference but have never succeeded.

That was until a few weeks ago when we were at a restaurant and the light coming through the window made her eyes very noticeable.

Of course a picture never does it justice but these are the best pictures I have ever gotten.

Our very special Hailey!

Bed Bug

I have discovered a trick to getting another hour of sleep out of Trevor.

I just pick him up when he starts fussing in the morning and lay him in my bed and wa-la, he sleeps for another hour. Awesome! I get to shower and get dressed in peace and then I am ready when he wakes up.

It is a wonderful arrangement.

Hopefully it will continue and I didn't just jinx us.

My Boys

The other day I was talking to someone about activity days and I said that I would have my boys with me. And it hit me - I have boys - as in plural. It sounded so strange. Evan has always been grouped with his sisters but now he has his own "club" called "my boys."

It's awesome!

So here are the members of "my boys"

I can tell they are going to be best buddies!

Check out his moves!

The whole hype behind the Wii was that it got you up and moving to play games and not just sitting on the couch.

Anyone who would argue that playing video games isn't healthy hasn't seen Evan play. Here he is playing basketball. My favorite move is his last one. Talk about being dramatic!

He wears me out just watching him!

Forget the gym. I just need to play basketball with him at his intensity level and I'll be in shape in no time.

I LOVE this boy!

Is he adopted?

People ask the funniest questions when you have a baby.

You know, like when they ask:

"Is it a girl or a boy?" and the baby is obviously dressed in all pink or all blue.

or when they ask:

"Are they twins?" and you have a 6 month old and a 2 year old.

Funny people.

Well, with Trevor, the question I have been repeatedly asked is:

"Is he adopted?"

Seriously. I am not kidding. It always comes right after the question "how old is he?"

I understand why they ask it. It's because I have been back in my regular clothes since 8 days after he was born. I don't look like I have had a baby.

So then they ask:

"Do you exercise?" No.

"Are you eating a special diet?" No.

"Are you breastfeeding?" No.

"What did you do?" Nothing.

Then I get the stare. They stare at me like I am lying and they are going to stare the truth out of me. I don't know - apparently my body just likes to be one size and it just went right back to it. I still have a little extra "fluff," (my skin is still squishy, not firm) but nothing you can see in my clothes.

It is rather funny. It happened again yesterday at the grocery store. My checker asked "the questions" from above and then called to her co-worker at the next check stand and said "hey, do you believe she just had a baby a month ago?" The co-worker and her customers then turned and looked me over. Lovely. Really - I just wanted to buy my 2 items and go.

So just to set the record straight - I didn't fake a pregnancy and here is the proof: my belly at 40 weeks 2 days.

Maybe I should carry this picture around with me so I can prove I did, in fact, give birth to him.

More adorable cuteness

Napping buddies

1st bath - he did great

Love those legs!

So cute!

Sometimes he sleeps in this really light sleep where his eyes are open and moving around and the funniest thing is that he smiles and laughs in his sleep. I managed to catch a very small laugh. It is 20 seconds into the video and very small but so cute. Sometimes he does like a belly laugh. It is so funny. At least he is dreaming of happy things!

Trau-ma-tized

That's me. And Kurt. And hopefully NOT Trevor.

He was circumcised yesterday.

Evan was done in the hospital while both him and I were still dazed and confused from the delivery and it just didn't seem like that big a deal. This waiting 2 weeks and doing it at the dr. office is just not right. They took him in another room because they don't let parents be present and he screamed the whole time.

Awful.

True, he was hungry (he couldn't eat 1 hour before the procedure and when I tried to feed him 1 1/2 hours before the procedure, he wouldn't eat. So by the time we got to the drs., he decided he was hungry). Hopefully most of his screaming was from that but to sit there and listen to him cry like that and not know if he was hurting or just hungry and not being able to do anything was AWFUL!

I started crying and Kurt offered to go into the other room but I didn't want him to startle the dr. by him bursting into the room so we just sat, listened, and waited. Luckily it wasn't too long but still - AWFUL! He was fussy the rest of the night, poor baby, but today seems to be just fine.

Kurt and I? Ya, we're still not fine. Apparently Trevor is tougher than us. I really hope it is rougher on the parents than the baby.

So at his appointment he was 9 pounds 10 ounces! Man, this boy is growing like crazy. And he should be because he eats like a horse. I swear he was born ready for meat and potatoes. He chows!

He is such a good baby. As long as that tummy is full, he is a happy camper. The last 2 days he has done nothing but eat and sleep so I am sure he is going to take off on another growth spurt. He is already outgrowing his clothes. It is just happening too fast!

That is one thing I like about going overdue - it delays the start of the baby clock. Once they are born, they start changing and growing up way too fast. As long as I am pregnant I know that clock hasn't started yet. Once it does, it just doesn't stop.

Apparently one of the kids got ahold of the camera in the back seat because I have about 10-15 of these:

Hailey loves to hold him and is constantly asking. She does really good with him too.

Always sleeping.

Kayla loves to hold him too. They are TV buddies.

I tried to set up a "photo studio" to take pictures for Trevor's birth announcements. This picture just about sums up how it went.

He got hungry again so we stopped and fed him and tried again.

I think I got some cute ones so now I just need to spend some time trying to decide which one to use. "Time" being the key word there. =)

I wonder what he is thinking here:

Probably something like: "Guys, I am trying to sleep over here!"

Such a sweetie!

I am bouncing back the fastest with this baby. Not sure why but I think it mostly has to do with the fact that I don't have a toddler to chase after. I can rest when I need to, nap when I need to without having to constantly keep a toddler busy or happy. The kids are amazing. They are quiet when I fall asleep on the couch and feed themselves when they get hungry. It has been awesome. I am truly blessed!