Our littlest angel

Our sweet baby is here! Livia Elsie arrived at 9:59 PM on Thursday, September 25. She is so tiny!! She is smaller than anyone expected. She weighed 6 lbs. 3 oz. and was only 18.5 inches long. (For anyone that remembers Sam as a baby, he was more than 2.5 lbs heavier and 3 inches longer.) So I'm still trying to figure out what to do with such a little being!
These pictures are a few of Serena's 'photo shoot' that she did at the hospital. It's nice to have snap happy friends and family that actually have nice cameras! Thanks Serena!!


I will post again soon with a few more details of the day and delivery (without getting too graphic!) in the next few days. I know some people have been anxious to see what she looks like so here you go! We seriously have no idea who she looks like... any suggestions?

My sweet hubby-bubby

I am so blessed! I have such a sweet and thoughtful husband. Lately, I know I haven't been a very easy person to live with, and it's probably not completely fetal child's fault. Yet, still, Jason has been so patient with me. I have been having a really hard time being patient with Sam lately, I don't know if he can just sense a big change coming or what, but Jason has been so understanding of my little emotional break-downs. He brought me flowers for no reason last Friday and it almost made me cry. He doesn't complain about my lame excuses for meals, or the fact that the same lame ones are repeated often, which I am grateful for, because I know he's got to be tired of eating the same things over and over. He helps me with the laundry and cleaning the house and the dishes. I am grateful that I have such a loving and caring husband, who is mindful of my physical, mental and emotional limitations right now. I love you, Jason!

Jelly belly

Just a comparison between my pregnancy with Sam and my current pregnancy, both are taken 3 days before the due date and I am wearing the same shirt. I tried my best to be standing in the same position, to show the difference in my belly size.

This first picture was taken yesterday:
This picture was taken 3 days before Sam's due date. And I even went a week past his due date, and gained about 5 pounds in just that last week! Which means I only got bigger from there.
Maybe it's just me, but that is a pretty big difference!

What is your guess?

So, now that we are within a week and a half of finding out all the fun stuff about our baby... let's see how inspired our friends and family are. We'll can assume the baby will be born on September 26, but if you think differently, let me know...
Put your guess down on:
the day (if different than the 26th)
the gender
the weight
the length
the time of day
and anything else that's fun to guess about babies!

I'll keep track and post who was the closest on all the different guesses. Happy guessing!

No more painting!

As I mentioned previously, I have been meaning to paint the two upstairs bedrooms since we moved in. Well, I painted the baby's room last week, and really wanted to believe that I would be motivated enough to paint Sam's room as well, before the baby comes. And I did it! This last Thursday I painted from about 8:30 in the morning until almost 10:00 at night, taking a short lunch break and a little time to make and eat a quick dinner. My knees are still killing me and my back, well, let's not mention what that feels like.
I really wanted to finish it in one day, since tape is way too fun to pull off for a 2 year old if left alone with it. I wasn't sure how Sam would do with my face to the wall all day, but he did so good... with a little help (ok a lot of help) from Buzz, Woody and Jessie. I'm embarrassed to admit that he watched Toy Story 2 three times in a row that day... I know, I'm a bad mom. But that is not, nor will it be a frequent adventure for him. He was content to just be watching his movie with me in the room. I wanted to get done with the top half before laying him down for his nap so that I would have the maximum amount of undisturbed time to do the bottom half, where he can actually reach. Right before I was about to lay him down, he saw his friends playing outside and ran out to play with them. I watched him from the window as he sat on the curb and hang out with them. (It was super cute to watch, they all ranged in age from about 2-5.) After a while he made it back to the house and I could hear him down in the garage doing whatever he does in the garage.
At 6:00 when Jason came home from work, I was pretty confident that he was still in the garage just playing around. Jason came upstairs and asked me if I knew where he was. I told him he was in the garage. He then asked if I knew what he was doing... and I got worried. Until Jason started laughing and told me I had to see for myself. I went down to the garage, and this is what I found:

Poor Sam, I could see as he was outside that he was pretty exhausted looking. I figured it he came upstairs and was crabby then I would just lay him down for his nap. But he never made it upstairs, I guess he was just too tired! We put his extra car seat in the garage when we switched vehicles, so he just crawled right in and took his nap... better than the dirty garage floor! While he was asleep some neighbor kids were riding a 4-wheeler pulling one of those little battery operated jeeps that little kids can drive. They were turning the corner in the cul-de-sac and scraping the plastic tires on the street, making a ton of noise, and it didn't even make him stir. I guess I should have laid him down after all! Yet another bad-mom-moment I guess... I really am a better mother most days!!

Getting closer...

I am now 37 1/2 weeks, so only 2 1/2 weeks until my due date... and the date that I decided this baby WILL come. I don't think I'll be one of those lucky women that goes into labor on her own, it's not really a common occurrence in my family. Since I went a week over with Sam, and he was a baby of 'goodly size' according to my doctor (8 lbs 12 oz) my doctor told me he's willing to induce me as early as 39 weeks. Jason and I discussed when we think it would be convenient to have another child and we decided to just go with the due date, September 26. (Unless I am the family freak and go into labor sooner...) So that is the plan! We will have a baby in 2 1/2 weeks! We still haven't agreed on any boy names, so it would probably be easier on me if it's a girl. But since I already have boy stuff, a boy would be nice too. Guess we'll all find out in 17 days!
I haven't really taken many prego pictures, I think I'm a bad pregnant lady. But here I am as of today. I personally don't think I look 8 1/2 months pregnant, but I am. This baby is apparently quite a bit smaller than chunky ol' Sam. I've been measuring on the smaller end my entire pregnancy, and since my insides appear to be a soccer field, my doctor isn't concerned about the size. I'm pretty sure I won't be meeting an 8 1/2+ lb baby though... which is fine with me! I think it also helps that Sam gives me a daily workout whether I want it or not...

My latest projects

Last year sometime I watched an episode of Rachael Ray and there were a couple of different painting projects on the show. I loved both of them, but couldn't do them since we were renting an apartment. A few months later, I saw that they were showing this episode as a re-run, so I taped it, so that I could do that when we bought our own house. So, for over a year now I have been visualizing these projects, and yes, I have watched the same re-run multiple times...

Last Friday, my friend, Megan, came and helped me paint the nursery. (Thanks Megan! You were such a big help!!) Each time I see this room, I smile, because it makes me happy. Not only because I think it looks super cute, but that I actually followed through with it! (I bought the paint like 3 months ago.)
Obviously, I haven't done any more with decorating the room. I am planning on doing a little shopping tomorrow... don't tell Jason... I'll probably post more pictures when the room is complete. I have been wanting a cute nursery since before Sam was born, and now I am finally going to get it and I am so excited!!

The other project, I actually did a couple of months ago, but there is one more step to it that I am afraid to do since I am clueless as to HOW to do it. (I have the materials though!!) This one is in our bedroom above the bed. I still plan on putting trim around it, like you would around a doorway. But if you can't tell, the background is tan and then I painted a red rectangle to fit nicely around the picture frame. It is pretty close to how I imagined it, so it works. I just don't know how to put up the trim so that it doesn't look like someone who has never done it before, like me, did it. That's tricky. (Any pointers would be appreciated from you talented handy people...)


I still plan on painting Sam's room too. I have the paint for that too. It will look like the nursery only instead of yellow and green, I will use two shades of blue. His room is much bigger, so I need to build up a little more motivation to start the taping again. (Taping the ceiling gets your arms really tired...) But it will be a nice feeling to actually open the cans of paint with a purpose!

Secret buttons...

Today I was at the bank to sign some papers. Of course, Sam was over-tired and quite hyper as usual. While I was waiting in one of the manager's offices for her to return with some copies, Sam wandered behind her desk because she had enticing little toys on her shelf. I asked Sam a few times to please come back over by me, a little worried that she would walk in and not appreciate a 2 year old behind her desk. Well, all of a sudden, she hurries in and asks me if he was behind her desk. I told her he had been and that I was sorry, as I wondered how she even knew. She proceeded to tell me that the secret alarm had been pushed and the police had just called to make sure they were being robbed. I was rather embarrassed and apologized again. She just laughed it off, but then told me that this branch had been robbed three times in the past year. I guess we were lucky that the police didn't actually come, or Sam may have been hauled off in handcuffs...

Camping Trial Run

Several months ago we decided we should go camping at least once this summer. We thought about a couple of different weekends, but never actually went. We were always hesitant because we didn't know how Sam would handle it. Now, here in August, we realized how fast we were running out of time. A few weeks ago, we decided the best option was to do a trial run in our back yard. If Sam passed, we'd consider still trying to get in a weekend camping away from home.

As soon as Jason got home from work last Friday, we pulled out the tent and started our "camping trip." Sam was a little confused about it all, but still had fun watching daddy set up a big thing to play in.
Great campsite, huh? We purposely put it up right by the fence, so it would block direct sunlight in the morning. We're such dedicated nature lovers, especially in the morning.
To get full use out of the tent, we heated up some pizza and quesadillas and had a tent-picnic.

Sam had a lot of fun playing in the tent, especially since there are two rooms, which are great for hide and seek and jump out and 'scare' daddy.
Poor Maggie, she wasn't welcome inside. She was sad.

After we ate, we set up a pack-n-play for Sam and our air mattress and brought all our pillows and blankets out. We watched the first half of Princess Bride out there on the laptop (once again, we're awesome with nature...) An hour after Sam's bedtime we finally put him to sleep, thinking that the real trial was about to begin. He went right to sleep, just happy to be in the tent. He was an angel in fact. Jason and I even watched the rest of the movie out there, and he didn't complain that he was stuck in the other section. We realized the real trial only began when WE went to bed. Since air mattresses are so awesome, especially for someone that is 8 months pregnant, we knew there was a possibility that we wouldn't still be there in the morning. Jason warned me he might go in during the night. I didn't think we should leave our child outside in the middle of the night by himself, so I figured I would be the one to stay out there. After two hours, I wanted to cry because of the amount of pain my body was dealing with, my parched throat, my filled to the rim bladder, my sciatic nerve, and my throbbing hips, just to name a few. I finally got up to go inside to use the bathroom and just move around a little bit. I looked longingly at my wonderful bed, but was determined to not chicken out. So outside I went again. After four more hours, with still not really falling into a deep sleep, Jason, also nice and awake, informed me he was going inside. We realized we were crazy for actually thinking we would betray our bed in this way, picked up Sam, carried him to his bed, and had a great rest of the night!

Summary: Sam gets an A+ in camping. Daddy and Mommy get an F. We will not be camping again until we forget this whole night, which will probably take place next fall, when we reconvince ourselves that we can be campers for a night. Then we will be reminded again of why we don't camp... ever.

Thanksgiving Point Activities

The week following Jason's work party, we had a couple of passes to the different Thanksgiving Point sites. My sister-in-law, Allyson, and I went together with Sam and his cousin, Brigham.
First we went to the gardens, which are huge and beautiful. On a hot day, the walk got a little longer, and it didn't help being 7 1/2 months pregnant...
Sam had lots of fun with Brigham smelling the flowers and running all over the place when we would let them out of their strollers.


It's really funny to watch two toddlers trying to run downhill. Sam probably would have been fine, but he thought it looked fun each time that Brigham fell down, so he would fall down too.

After the Gardens we went to the Children's Discovery Gardens. We didn't realize until we got there that most moms brought their kids in swimming suits... Hope they didn't mind that our kids were only in their diapers...
Our next stop was to the Dinosaur Museum. Sam is looking up at the bones and stuff hanging from the ceiling. I think it was all a little confusing to him.
until he met this guy. This one made more sense than just a display of bones. They became such good friends, he didn't want to say goodbye. Oh and Brigham liked him too!
Our little archaeologist...
After the Museum, Allyson and Brigham went home, but Sam and I decided to make one more stop at the Farm Country. Sammy loved to pet the animals... of course most were hoping for a little corn instead of dirty little fingers, but I'm sure they found the flavor of his hands to be similar to the stuff they eat...
We went on a little carriage ride at the end which was fun for both of us. (probably because he was tired of walking and he's really hard to carry around these days...)
We had lots of fun, but by the end we were so tired. Sam fell asleep pretty quick once we got to the car. The next day he kept talking about the animals he saw, and wanting to pet them again. Maybe we'll go back someday....

"Carnivale"

Last Saturday was Jason's summer work party. Sam didn't have a great nap that day, so I was a little worried that he would be a major pill... until I realized that a little sugar goes a long way with a small child's attitude! For the party, Omniture rented a carnival... which in a child's world means... a lot of sugar. (It's hard to say no when it's all free!)

Here is his first shot of sugar... his beloved 'stwawbewwy ice'
While we waited in line at the ferris wheel, Sam enjoyed watching the Tornado... I think he would have preferred to be on the other side of the gate... well, at least until it started going.
I was worried that he would be a little scared of how high we would go, but he had more of a smile than a frown, so I took that as a good sign. Plus I think it helps to be jammed in between the two people in the world that you trust the most...
Believe it or not, he actually did get one of the little bean bags in the pocket, I was actually impressed. He has a good throwing arm, but not the best of aim usually. You can see the red bean bag in the yellow pocket.
Sammy met Sammy T the clown. Gotta be honest with you, I think he was a little weirded out. It was the first clown he's seen as far as I remember. But it was all ok when he handed him his very own balloon sword.
This would be his sword about 5 minutes after the previous picture. It didn't like the biting.
While we waited for our turn on the cow train, Sam found popcorn kernels on the ground. After watching him pick them up and try to eat them, I decided it would be best to let him have his own bag...
The cow train that Sam still talks about.
I got a quick picture of him before I crammed myself in there too to hold him, since he probably would've tried to climb out if he had been left on his own. If you're wondering how I fit, I promise you don't want to try to visualize it... it wasn't pretty. It didn't cross my mind that I should look for a bigger cow... so we picked one of the smaller ones. Apparently Bella is one of the more petite cows... but fit I did, in my own way. And I only ended up with a small bruise on my knee from the bumpy ride with a child jammed in between my crunched up legs. I don't think the fetus enjoyed it too much... yeah, so it was pretty much the worst ride of my life. But Sam loved it!
We had so much fun. Later in the evening (when Sam should have been in bed) everyone gathered on the grass for the usual Rock, Paper, Scissors tournament, a band played and then it ended with a great fire work show. The whole time Sam was exactly as you would expect a 2 year old to be with a body full of sugar... totally wired. But he loved dancing to the band and his eyes would light up with the fire works.
I think most of all I enjoyed the fact that we were together as a family. I feel so blessed to have Jason and Sam in my life. Jason was so patient with me as I tried to give Sam all sorts of carnival experiences that maybe weren't entirely necessary... I'm so blessed that my children have such a wonderful daddy.

Our fun adventure

A couple of weekends ago, we went to visit Jason's brother, Troy and his family in Idaho. Since the family reunion a couple of weeks before, Sam had been obsessed with playing with "Doe-Doe" or as we call him Joe-Joe. Sam loves playing with Joe-Joe! He's so fun! Joe-Joe loves to play with Maggie! She's so carriable. Well, actually not, and poor Maggie had a rough weekend, but the kids sure had fun with her!
On the way home Sunday night, just past the Utah border, our car started acting up. Or maybe I should say down... since it died. Luckily it was more like taking a nap than dying, but it still was causing problems. It started again just fine, but once we got into the south part of Salt Lake it started 'taking a nap' more often. We realized it would take us forever to get all the way to Springville at the rate we were going. We called Jason's parents, who live in Lehi, and asked if we could spend the night there. Sam was excited to see Gampa and Gampa. (Sorry Grandma, the M is usually overtaken by the P.) Even though it was bedtime, Sam found the news very interesting.


Our little cherry picker:

We recently discovered that Sam loves cherries! And once again remembered that he is a messy eater!