Chicken Legs!

Okay so Spike is adorable. Love his cute hair, love that he looks like Max and at the same time doesn't. Love his chicken legs!!!!!

June 30th

Busy day at our house. The C-Section was scheduled for noon but then pushed up to 7:30 that morning. I am actually glad for the early slot cause then there were no other surgeries to push it back and make the wait longer. We got up at 4:30 to get there by 5:30. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight that evening so I was super parched. I think that was more annoying then the early morning. I was hooked up to machines when we got there then we waited around for a bit to get everything in order. The ironic part was that according to the machine I was having pretty regular contractions, although I didn't really feel them. So perhaps I would have had the baby that day anyway. They took me off to go get my spinal block. We dropped Jeff off to get changed into scrubs so he didn't have to watch. They had me start sitting up, but I got so dizzy they had to carefully drop me to my side. Then I almost threw up. Good Times! Once the spinal block was in place, I got a serious case of the giggles that lasted on and off for several more hours. I was laughing so hard at first that the doctors and nurses couldn't help but laugh along with me. They thought it was great. I suppose giggles are better then tears or screams. The C-section went quickly and the little guy was out. I was sewn up and then rolled to recovery. It was quite fun being rolled from the operating table to the gurney. All and all a really bizzaro morning. And best part of all there was a healthy beautiful boy to go with it. The nurses kept remarking on how big he was which we found funny compared to his brother. I love all his thick dark hair. He totally looks like Max but with darker coloring. Very much more like Jeff then the other two.

Spike!

A Ray of Hope

Sending this out for my parents. Those fantastic souls are about to brave a miserable 15 hour drive through the most boring section of the United States. To get them through the pain I took a few shots today of the end prize. EYE ON THE PRIZE GUYS!

Look at me being all Suzy Homemaker

So if you'll remember last spring I learned how to make freezer jam. I actually went to a farm picked the strawberries and made my own jam. Yum. I learned a few things. The picking part sucked. It would have been better without two whiny kids. The picked strawberries also made a really watery jam consistency. They tasted fantastic, but more soupy. My friend Jill taught me to mix half picked and half Sam's Club. I also attempted to make Peach Strawberry- total bust. There are so many reasons why it could have gone wrong that I am left stupid on that one. I also attempted to do blueberry syrup. It didn't go well either, but I am more optimistic about that in the future. This year I was all ready to send Jeff to go pick me some strawberries, I so wasn't gonna go picking berries pregnant. Then we got flooded and ruined all the local strawberries. Sad, but I moved on and made it all Sam's Club style. This is the result. Yum!

In the last few years I, along with everyone else, have fallen in love with Basil. Isn't it great? So yummy and smells so good. I have tried to grow it for the last two years with limited success. I barely had enough to make anything at any time. This year after a rough start, the plants have gone gang busters! Today I celebrated by making homemade Pesto! How cool is that? Yeah, I know probably not that cool, but I feel totally awesome about it so there.

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to my dad. If he lived here I would actually make the stupid loaves for church this morning. As it is, I ordered him a personalized steak brander from William Sonoma cause hey, they they barbecue a lot and they even raise their own cow so they deserve one to let every one know whose meat that is. Max reminds me a lot of my dad. Everyone likes Max and everyone likes my dad. They are just good guys. Happy Father's Day dad!

p.s. oh yeah and that moment I was talking about in the last post, gone with a stinky diaper and a whine about TV programming, but at least Jeff is still asleep.

Moments

I think it was President Monson or one of the Tweleve who recently said that parenting is about moments of happiness. Right now I am having a moment. Mae is walking around in an adorable tank top and short get up that is a smidge too small for her making her look extra chubby cute. She is clutching her sippy cup, which she has been doing a lot recently, and just exploring the room occasionally stopping in front of the t.v. to watch the puppet parts of Baby Noah. Max has made a fort in the climber in our living room and debating with me whether or not to change Spike's name to Spiderman or Doctor Octopus. Jeff is asleep on the couch and so far Mae has not slammed her sippy cup in his face, so good Father's Day for him. Oh now Mae is trying to hide in the entertainment unit. I know that by the time I finish this entry someone will have an issue and crying will probably be involved, but right at this moment things are good.