Me and my cute boys.

I went to the doctor on Tuesday. Everything looks good. He is going to let me stay pregnant as long as my body/the baby decides to let me. I feel really good about that. I am hoping to have him on Easter, but I really don't get to choose. We have pretty much decided to name him Oliver. Unless a name comes out of the blue between now and the time he is "officially" named. Chances are it could happen. It did with Spencer.

I have decided that I have got to do something to get out of Harmons. I started here 8.5 years ago as "holiday help". Every time the holidays come around I am reminded that my 3 months has turned into years. I don't like it. Not to toot my own horn, but I am really good at what I do, but most of what I do could be done by a monkey. I have decided to go back to school and pursue my dream of teaching Kindergarten/First Grade. I applied for school and financial aid and I am now waiting to hear the results of that. What better time to go back to school than as a mother of 3 boys. Ha. Just taking the step to apply has lifted my spirits. Sure, I will probably work at Harmons until I am done with school, but knowing that I am on the path to freedom makes my heart skip a beat.

Spencer and Chandler are very excited for the arrival of their little brother. Chandler said to me the other day "I wish it could be night for long so I could sleep until April." I told Spencer yesterday that the baby had been kicking like crazy all day. He said "He is probably really mad because he wants to come out and meet us." Makes perfect sense to me.

Please help me. (Too much information warning)

I am looking for a breast pump. Any opinions would be very welcome. I want to breast feed, but actually feeding with my breast makes me want to throw things. I am planning to pump my breast milk and feed with a bottle. This would also make it possible for Brandon to help feed, something he enjoys doing. I've never used a pump, so I would like to hear from someone that has experience with it. Thanks for your time.

I need more time...

I went to the doctor yesterday for a routine prenatal exam. I found out that I have my 3rd bladder infection. I will be on antibiotics until I am at 36 weeks and then I will probably be started. That is 4 short weeks away. YIKES! I was ready to go full term, which meant I have 8 weeks left. That time just got cut in half. I am having a bit of a freak out about this. I have another appointment in 2 weeks. Hopefully at this appointment he will tell me that everything looks good and I can keep being pregnant for a bit longer.

What kind of crazy pregnant lady am I? I am asking to be pregnant longer. Most want the baby to be here NOW. I want him to come, just not yet. I have had a really good pregnancy, with the exception of the bladder infections, and I am not quite ready to be a mom to a newborn yet. I guess if nothing else this should kick my preparations into high gear. Let's hope that Park City has some killer deals this weekend. Yay for Girls Day!

Cuddles and video games

Not cuddling with a person, but a toy elephant.  Pretty cute.

Not playing ds, but cuddling and cute.  James came to stay the night at our house.  Brandon had to introduce him to some movies that he missed in the two years he was gone.  The boys were loving having him here.  They are right by his side whenever he is around.  

The Nintendo DS is a single player game, but 9 times out of 10 it is played by one person who is cuddled by another.  There has been far more cuddling around me since the boys got their ds for Christmas.  

Welcome Home, James!

Melanie had her spleen removed one week before James came home.  She was still quite sore and weak so she used the airport wheelchair.

He is still super cute:)

My boys were so excited to have him home. Chandler had to have his hair done just right so James would think he was "nice".

The boys and I were flipping through a magazine. We saw an ad for pampers swaddlers. It had a picture of a baby with the umbilical cord stump still attatched. They were both curious about it. I explained to them what it was, and that they were not to touch it. Chandler looked at me and said "Whatever, I am going to pull it off. That's DISGUSTING!" He sounded like a total teenager. I have since convinced him that it would be a really bad idea to pull it off. Hopefully when the baby is born he will leave that alone.

Australian Pockets

My Sister-in-Law, Amber, was living with my Mother and Father-in-law for a few months this fall. Her husband, Greg, was transferred to Tasmania, Australia and she stayed behind for a while to get all of their things in order. Three weeks before she moved over with him, Greg's sister, Tracey, came to stay. Greg is originally from Australia and his family is all located over there. Spencer was pretty fascinated by Tracey. She told him all sorts of stories and facts about the "Land down under." The night before they left Tracey gave both of my boys an Australian coin. They were so excited. Spencer put the coin in his mouth to hold for just a minute. We all told him to take it out because money is dirty. He wanted to know why money was dirty. We told him all of the reasons that money could be dirty (ex. dirty hands touching it, falling on the ground) . I guess one of the reasons really concerned him, because on the way home that night he said "Crap. I forgot to ask Tracey something." We asked him what he needed to know. He said "I wanted to ask her why they don't have pockets in Australia." Brandon and I were puzzled. We asked him to explain why he thought they didn't have pockets in Australia. His reply was "Because they have to put their money in their shoe." Brandon and I laughed and explained to him that they did have pockets, but sometimes people just stick money in their shoe, even in the United States.