I read this quote on Dr. Laura's blog. Pretty awesome coming from an extremely opinionated person...

"I’m convinced too much of the time it has become more natural to dislike the person whose message is counter to your preference than it is to simply agree to disagree, or congenially debate without hate. However, hate has become the current means of dealing with differences of opinion."

Crazy-train

First off, sorry to leave the mushy post up there for so long. That post was really just for me and I realize it could have been a little nauseating for some. Thanks for indulging me.

So I've kind of been in my own world for the past few weeks. I'm definitely on the crazy train, the end of pregnancy horemone fest where I'm either a) really frustrated and angry with everyone around me and especially myself for no great reason. b) weepy and sad about my current condition (I just know I'll be pregnant forever!) c) bouncing off the walls with energy to get things done before this baby comes. And while the list of things to get done before baby comes does get smaller, I keep adding to it so it really won't ever be done. I'm kind of crazy and I know it. Sorry Dave.

I've kind of lost all my social skills as I often find myself staring at someone who's talking to me with a blank 'stupor of thought' look on my face, having no idea what they're saying and nothing in particular going on in my brain. I don't really feel like talking, especially small talk with strangers. I about decked the cute little hostess who sat Dave and me at Chili's the other night because she said "2 and a half?" with a cute little smirk on her face while she eyed my bulging belly. Not a reasonable reaction to someone who's kindly nodding to the fact that you're 9 months pregnant and look like you should have given birth yesterday. When she brought crayons and a kids menu to the table to really send the joke home I shot her a seriously dirty look. That's really not like me. But I'm afraid I've turned into prego-zilla. Rahhhrrrrr.

So a few weeks ago I started having contractions off and on, nothing consistent but real contractions none the less. These have basically carried on for the last 2 weeks, some days being worse than others. I'm getting tired. Baby girl keeps dropping and then dropping more, and then dropping more. She's really ready to come. Sometimes I'm afraid she's going to suddenly stick her head out and say "whats up mom?"

And I don't know if it's horemones but I'm freaked out about loving another baby. I know I'm going to love her as much as I love Sol and something about that scares me. I think it scares me how much I love Solomon because I know how vulnerable that makes me. When I think of having another, part of me somewhere in my head is going "WHAT? You're going to add another amazing cherub to your world?! You're nuts! They they have your heart, what if something happens and you get crushed forever?" And that little nagging fear really flares up when I start to have contractions. Is this normal? I've been pregnant for 9 months and now in the last few weeks the idea is starting to really freak me out. I know I can handle it. I know we'll be happier being a family. But it scares the whits out of me to think of loving another child as much as I love Sol. Maybe that's why I keep starting contractions and then stopping, my subconscience is screaming "SLOW DOWN!"

On the other hand I can't handle staying in the prego-zilla condition for much longer. I'll make myself and everyone around me crazy. She'll be here soon. In fact she's so close I can almost smell her. I'll see her and instantly fall in love with her and everything will be right in the world. For now, I'm on the crazy train. Be warned. :)

On a happier note, Sol is so much fun right now. He's really such a good boy and only goes to time out for roughing up Ella (the dog). He thinks its so funny to chuck something big at her or jump on her and watch her scramble to get out of the way. He's such a boy. Ella still loves him though she's a little nervous around him.

We spent some time with extended and immediate family up in Idaho this last week which was really great. Sol had a blast on the 'forver' (four wheeler) and swiming in Grandma's ditch. He loved playing with his cousins and riding in Grandpa's boat.

On the way home we had some drama with Mazdy car. The engine blew up. I guess you could call that drama. Luckily we were in Layton and made it to a Walmart parking lot where we could call Dave's sis that lives in the area. They rescued us and helped us tow Mazdy to the car hospital where they are still troubleshooting the problem. It's not looking good. Dave loves that car almost as much as he loves peanut butter bars so he's rather distraught over the whole thing. Especially because it doesn't yet have 100k miles on it and its just out of warranty.

Oh well, at least its a car and not one of us.

Well if you're still reading I'm impressed. This is one looong post. Here are some recent pics for the skimmers...

Fathers Day. While trying to get Sol to say 'Cheese,' Dave pulled the 3rd grade class picture smile out. Nice.

Sol's new skill: somersaults. He really just rolls around on the ground but he fully believes he's somersaulting like the big kids.

Swimming in the ditch.

My family had a lovely baby shower for me where I felt very loved and showered. I'm not thrilled with the pics as I realize I'm all boobs, belly, and elephant legs. Oh well. The shower was still great!

AF City parade!

Sol discovers they throw candy.

It was a long parade. Thankfully uncle Steve had his phone with the Helicopter video to keep Sol entertained.

ttfn! Hopefully the next post I write will be a little less crazy. However, I make no promises.

5 Years

5 years ago yesterday I woke up at 5:00 am. I showered, shaved my legs, carefully put on my makeup, had my hair curled. I rode with my parents to the Salt Lake Temple where I met Dave and married him for forever. I was nervous, I was excited, I knew I loved Dave but I also knew that marriage was hard and life didn't make it easy. But I knew I loved Dave. I knew he was my very best friend above everything else. I knew he loved me and wanted me to be happy more than anything. I trusted him with everything. And so I decided that morning to never look back, to dive in with my everything, my whole heart, my whole head. He was mine and I was his forever. And with that decision came peace. Sweet peace. And that peace has been the biggest blessing of my life. It's never left. With Dave I'm home.

Yesterday marked our 5 year anniversary. With our current circumstances (just bought a house and a lawn mower and all those fun home owner things you get to buy when you have a house AND I'm 8.5 months pregnant) we didn't plan anything too grand to celebrate. We got a babysitter. A good one who loves sol and makes dinner and cleans up after herself. She's awesome. We drove up to Park City to our favorite restaurant, Ruths Chris, and ate on their back deck. The temperature was perfect. The view was beautiful. And the food, oh so good.

On the drive up to Park City Dave gave me my anniversary present. He'd been working on it late nights for the last few days at a friends house. I had no idea what it was, who he was working on it with or what it was. I kept joking he was getting a tattoo of my face on his hiney. I would have been okay with that. :)

He turned on a CD and it started to play. Guitar....okay...then the voice. It was him! He gave me my own song that he recorded professionally! My heart melted into a puddle on the floor. I was so in shock at the present and amazed at how good he sounded. This isn't something he's done before or even mentioned. I knew he played the guitar and sang but its totally just a hobby. And compared to his other hobbies it took a back seat. So my heart just melted. You can listen to the song here. And Dave played/sang every part you hear:

And then the next song came on. It's a song he recorded for Solomon. We love the lyrics to this song. If you have boys or just kids for that matter I think you'll understand. Notice he changes the lyrics at the end to make the song especially Sol's.

*sigh*
I'm so in love with this man.

Here's some of my favorite pics from the last 6 years (5+ dating).

Last saturday, much to everyone's surprise, I announced I wanted to do something FUN instead of work all day. I've been in that crazy nesting stage where I feel the intense need to make sure everything is ready for the baby. This usually includes yard work, painting, organizing,etc. . All of Dave's favorite things. :) Maybe thats wearing off because I realized this week that we'll have just a few weekends where we could be having FUN as a family of 3 before baby makes us 4. And lets be honest, newborns aren't exactly FUN. Sweet, yummy smelling, and fuzzy, but not FUN.

So we headed off to the Lindon city pool. This pool was awesome. Sol, ready for pool FUN.

Sol enthusiastically marching toward the FUN. This pool is awesome. See the lazy river?
Daddy and Sol, both so good lookin!Love this pic...

I'm so glad we took a saturday to have FUN. We need to do this more often!

summer

What's been going on, really.

So instead of the fluffy post about what magical memories we've been creating I thought I'd write a post about what's really up. Besides all the magical memories. If you'd like to look through some pics of the last month you can click here. Otherwise, read on for the real update.
I think we've arrived at 2. Sol is changing so quickly, daily we are amazed/baffled/trying to keep up. Sometimes I think we have the 'deer in headlights' look (like this)

(Deb - do you think he gets it from me? :))

as sol whips out a new one for us to try to tackle.

Like running away from me in public. It's really cute. Really, I feel so cool as I waddle/run-waddle my 7 month prego booty around the store trying to catch my little turkey. I think its time to get the monkey leash out. Judge me all you want on-lookers. At least he's tethered.

Or yesterday for example when we had to run to the store and he insisted that "Solomon Drive!" I let him sit in the front seat for a minute to pretend. I even let him hold the keys. But he looked at me like, "Are you kidding mom? You hop in back." While he's throwing a fit as I strap his ridgid body into his car seat I'm thinking, "How do I explain this so he understands?"

"Sol - you're not of legal age."
"Sol- you wouldn't make it out of the garage"
"Sol- I know Grandma let you sit on her lap while she drove in circles around the cul-du-sac, but you weren't really driving"

I settled with "Hey buddy, want some chocolate?"

It did the trick.

Actually, I'm really loving having a 'little boy'. He's amazing and so much fun. He's recently discovered bugs and usually examines them to death, and then says "ouch! sleeping..." He loves to jump and bounce and is currently getting about an inch of air with both feet when he jumps. He's speaking really well and its so fun to learn what big thoughts are in his little head. The other day we had a discussion about the sky and why he couldn't reach it. He wanted to stand on my shoulders/face to try. Sorry buddy. When they say 'Reach for the Stars' they don't mean you'll actually be able to touch them. He's still as sweet as can be, loves to give hugs and kisses and pats on the back. He's our sunshine, what a great kid.

However, if any of you seasoned moms have advice for us as we take on this new challenge please pass it on!

As for baby girl, she's getting big and rolly. I think she kicks my actual organs more than Sol did. He was so high and this gal's much lower. She bounces on my bladder and pokes at other things that kind of make me sick. I'm already having lots of braxton hicks, and remembering how anoying/uncomfotable they can be. Sometimes I stand up to go to the bathroom, and as I do so a contraction starts making my uterus rock hard, which makes it really difficult to walk to the bathroom without 1. peeing my pants or 2. waddling like I'm saddle sore. Awkward.

But she's doing great, everything looks good. 2 months till she's here! I'm so excited to meet this little cherub. For now this is what she looks like:

And I can't leave off an update on my hot sexy beefcakes. Does this picture not just scream "hot sexy beefcake"?
He's loving all the warm weather and has already racked up several miles on both his bikes. Yay for summer!

I'll leave you with this video. Sol loves this song (and who can blame him?! its a classic!) and insists we all dance to it:




and yes, Dave is sporting a 'stache in the video.

tired.

After a few weeks of mission home comings, visitors, dinners, laughing, shopping, gardening, painting, and seeing nearly every member of both Dave's and my families I am happy and exhausted. I hit a wall today. It took everything I had to shower. Dave was pretty surprised that I had no agenda of his Saturday at home.

So in short, we had a great couple of weeks with family and friends. We're so excited Dave's brother Steve is home from his mission and making a decent running for the position of Sol's favorite uncle. We're so excited to have him move into our basement for the summer. I'm thrilled to have had my mom here for a week to help me tackle all those projects that had to be done before the baby comes (in less than 2 months). We got a lot done.

Now to recoup. See you in a few days.