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and we're in love.
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Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
ATTN PLEASE: We Have a TWO YEAR OLD!
Can't believe Brigston is TWO! Our handsome little man had his birthday at the beginning of Feb. We spread out opening presents all day because he'd gotten packages from grandparents and aunties, so he was in heaven! He picked to have a train cake and loved it. He still goes to the fridge asking to see his long gone train. Here are some of our favorites about our Brig. He falls asleep and wakes up talking about cars, trains, dump trucks, and airplanes. He's obsessed with dirt and asks to play in it everyday. He loves to play outside. When he gets mad he screams well enough to break glass. He's obsessed with puzzles on the Kindle. He knows his numbers, the alphabet, colors, and shapes. He loves to pull on kitty tails. He will sometimes pee in the pot and thinks it's funny. He loves to play in his bed and hates it when we make him get out. He likes to squish bugs. He loves having us draw pictures for him. He's super sneaky at drawing on furniture and walls with chalk. He has gorgeous hazel/green eyes. He loves to go to Walmart to look at the fishies. He's still big for his age and has awesomely big feet. He's ticklish, loves to read, and loves to watch Finding Nemo. He's got a sweet demeanor, is actually pretty obedient, likes to hold Mom/Dad's hand, and loves to play with friends. He'll sometimes pretend to get hurt so Mom will hug him and kiss it better (lil corker!). He never seems to run out of energy.
I wish I could memorize every funny thing he does, the cute ways he says things, how he looks when he's sleeping, and how much he makes me laugh, yet gets me to my wits end some days. I think he's going to be a great big brother! I'm sure the adjustment will be a bit hairy, but here's to hoping he's gonna be awesome!
In other exciting news, Nana is coming to H-town tonight! She gets to stay for a couple weeks, so we'll be in heaven! It's been too long since we've had her here for a visit. We're so excited to have her come spend some time with us and have some time to play before Brig's lil sissy gets here. We love our Nana! :)
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Christmas Time Festivities
This picture pretty much sums up how our Christmas trip to Idaho went! It's always the best to get to spend time with our family, but unfortunately we can never go without getting sick sick sick.
We got to spend a week in Rigby, and it was fun to spend time playing with cousins. We got to go shopping with Aunt Kelsie, got to see the Hancock's house in progress, fed the goats, visited Grammie at work, and went to a live nativity with Aunt Ash, Aunt Kels, and Bridger. Dave's parents both had to work the week we were there so we didn't get to see much of them, but such is life sometimes. I didn't take very many pics in Rigby, dang it!
We hitched a ride to Paul with Aunt Ky to spend Christmas with the Dayters. Everyone was there, and we all stayed at Nana and Papa's house for a week long sleepover. It was so fun, and Brig loved playing with Haylee and Saydee. In fact, he absolutely loves Saydee. They would just follow each other around, and they played so great together! He still talks about her all the time. It's stinkin' cute! 
Brig went sledding for the first time, and needless to say, he didn't love it. In his defense, he got sick the day we went so we're thinking maybe he just didn't feel good. But he pretty much cried the whole time. Things went downhill from there. Brig and I got the pukes, he spiked a fever, and we were pretty miserable the rest of our vacay. We both ended up at the hospital, me to get IV fluids for dehydration and be monitored because I couldn't even keep down ice chips (it was a little scary!), and Brig for a double ear infection, burst ear drum, and upper resp. infection. This was definitely the sickest I've ever seen our Brigsy, and it was so sad! David lucked out and didn't get sick until the day we flew out. Yeah, our travel home day was not pleasant for any of us. But, we're so thankful we got to see family. There's no place like home! |
| Nana would chuck snowballs at the window whenever she'd go outside. Brig thought it was hilarious! :) |
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| We can't go to Papa's house without riding Bucky! |
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| This is David pulling my mom, dad, & brother behind the 4wheeler. Yes, even the adults still love sledding! I love my fam! |
Friday, January 11, 2013
Sequal Time
Time for the next part of our little story.
**Just a disclaimer: I am sooo grateful that we were able to get pregnant again. I know we're being sent another sweet miracle and we couldn't be happier or more excited. I just really don't love being pregnant like some women do. I prefer the part where there's a sweet new baby that you get to love on all day and night.
So my first pregnancy wasn't pleasant. I was sick. A lot. From week 10-28ish. I got two blood clots, went into early labor, yada yada, kinda scary. Right off the bat this time I started feeling yucky, like 6 weeks in. The memories of pregnancy all came rushing back to me with 24 hour nausea. We went to Idaho after David took (and PASSED! YEEHAW FOR MY AMAZING HUBS!) his boards. I was pretty miserable the whole time, wasn't a real fun trip for me. The week we got back is when the pukes started. I threw up a lot with Brigsy, but holy cow, this time was worse. I threw up daily, multiple times, for five months. I couldn't go to the grocery store or any store really. Couldn't cook, let alone look at food or talk about it, but I had to eat every hr or I was heaving. I ate baked potatoes plain, like eatin an apple, white bread (no I'm not prejudiced against wheat), and I could only drink milk, literally. Water came right back up. Yes, weird, I know. Not even kiddin, it's what I ate for 4 months. I had to wear dental masks to change Brigston's diapers. I had pretty close to every unpleasant side effect of pregnancy you can get according to my dr, but for the sake of not embarrassing myself, I won't talk about them. I gagged at everything again--gross house colors, a person's voice, perfume, watching people eat, PDA, baby slobber, burps. It was ridiculous. I won't even admit the coctail of meds I take everyday to help me not be quite so sick.
At 8 wks, we made a trip to the ER. I almost passed out from pelvic pain. It was scary. David gave me a blessing as we waited to see a doc, and I said a prayer making a deal that I would do all I could to be a better person if our baby could just be okay. The pain subsided in the next 30 mins. The ultrasound showed baby to be fine, there was a subchorionic hemorrhage, but it was away from the babe. Deal on!
I'm embarrassed to admit that I cried a lot. Like everyday. I'd ask myself if I could really do it, say a prayer, and then feel sorry for myself a bit. I felt like a terrible mom. We watched too many movies and a lot of youtube so I could lay down, and Brig would go to trash cans pretending to puke because he saw me do it so much. We never went anywhere outside of church or to the dr. The poor kid had to have been bored outta his mind! Oh how I wished we lived closer to my fam so someone could give Brigsy some better attention! But, it gave me more time to work on me. While Brig napped, I'd read my scriptures, the Ensign, looked around on LDS.org. I read the Book of Mormon and started over again. I grew spiritually, and stayed somewhat sane emotionally. I like to think it's made me a better person so I feel like I'm keeping up my deal because Heavenly Father kept His! So, for that aspect, I've loved this pregnancy. It's helped make me better.
Onto some more good stuff. Now that I'm doing better (I only puke every now and then. Still have nausea daily, but not so much pukes. YAY), I can see all the good stuff about those horrid months. I live by some pretty great people! A friend would check on me weekly. She also has horrible pregnancies, so she'd sympathize with me, help me see it could be worse, and make me laugh. She brought ginger ale, potatoes, and she even showed up to take Brig on a walk with her and her lil girl. Another friend who was also pregnant and not feeling the greatest would send frozen meals over for David and Brig so I wouldn't stress about them getting food because I couldn't cook. Heavenly Father was giving me these boosts from people to help me survive! Tender mercies! My mama, sissy, and auntie were also able to fly out in Sept to visit and help, and it was a heavensend to have them. Kind of a crappy vaca for them, as they cooked, helped me clean, and played with Brig the whole time while my head was in the trash can. But I will be forever thankful for that visit, I needed it, and it helped recharge me.
So the countdown's on. Baby girl will be gracing us with her presence in just 2 months. We're so excited, and while I'm nervous to tackle a girl, I can't wait to meet our lil munchkin. I'm excited that she'll have a big brother to protect her and be her bud. I'm excited to have have a Daddy's lil girl. I'm excited to have a forever bestie, because I know that's how I am with my mama. I would never have imagined a year ago that this is where we'd be. But I'm a firm believer that the Lord has a plan for all of us, we just have to trust Him. Even if it means being sick for 9 months. (BLAAA) I told David we may only be having 2 kids. If there's more that need to join our family, I better have some sort of serious preggie amnesia hit me so I'll forget what pregnancy's like for me. I try to remember IT COULD ALWAYS BE WORSE. Much much worse. With all my complaining, I'm thankful that I have a healthy family and a healthy baby growing.
**Just a disclaimer: I am sooo grateful that we were able to get pregnant again. I know we're being sent another sweet miracle and we couldn't be happier or more excited. I just really don't love being pregnant like some women do. I prefer the part where there's a sweet new baby that you get to love on all day and night.
So my first pregnancy wasn't pleasant. I was sick. A lot. From week 10-28ish. I got two blood clots, went into early labor, yada yada, kinda scary. Right off the bat this time I started feeling yucky, like 6 weeks in. The memories of pregnancy all came rushing back to me with 24 hour nausea. We went to Idaho after David took (and PASSED! YEEHAW FOR MY AMAZING HUBS!) his boards. I was pretty miserable the whole time, wasn't a real fun trip for me. The week we got back is when the pukes started. I threw up a lot with Brigsy, but holy cow, this time was worse. I threw up daily, multiple times, for five months. I couldn't go to the grocery store or any store really. Couldn't cook, let alone look at food or talk about it, but I had to eat every hr or I was heaving. I ate baked potatoes plain, like eatin an apple, white bread (no I'm not prejudiced against wheat), and I could only drink milk, literally. Water came right back up. Yes, weird, I know. Not even kiddin, it's what I ate for 4 months. I had to wear dental masks to change Brigston's diapers. I had pretty close to every unpleasant side effect of pregnancy you can get according to my dr, but for the sake of not embarrassing myself, I won't talk about them. I gagged at everything again--gross house colors, a person's voice, perfume, watching people eat, PDA, baby slobber, burps. It was ridiculous. I won't even admit the coctail of meds I take everyday to help me not be quite so sick.
At 8 wks, we made a trip to the ER. I almost passed out from pelvic pain. It was scary. David gave me a blessing as we waited to see a doc, and I said a prayer making a deal that I would do all I could to be a better person if our baby could just be okay. The pain subsided in the next 30 mins. The ultrasound showed baby to be fine, there was a subchorionic hemorrhage, but it was away from the babe. Deal on!
I'm embarrassed to admit that I cried a lot. Like everyday. I'd ask myself if I could really do it, say a prayer, and then feel sorry for myself a bit. I felt like a terrible mom. We watched too many movies and a lot of youtube so I could lay down, and Brig would go to trash cans pretending to puke because he saw me do it so much. We never went anywhere outside of church or to the dr. The poor kid had to have been bored outta his mind! Oh how I wished we lived closer to my fam so someone could give Brigsy some better attention! But, it gave me more time to work on me. While Brig napped, I'd read my scriptures, the Ensign, looked around on LDS.org. I read the Book of Mormon and started over again. I grew spiritually, and stayed somewhat sane emotionally. I like to think it's made me a better person so I feel like I'm keeping up my deal because Heavenly Father kept His! So, for that aspect, I've loved this pregnancy. It's helped make me better.
Onto some more good stuff. Now that I'm doing better (I only puke every now and then. Still have nausea daily, but not so much pukes. YAY), I can see all the good stuff about those horrid months. I live by some pretty great people! A friend would check on me weekly. She also has horrible pregnancies, so she'd sympathize with me, help me see it could be worse, and make me laugh. She brought ginger ale, potatoes, and she even showed up to take Brig on a walk with her and her lil girl. Another friend who was also pregnant and not feeling the greatest would send frozen meals over for David and Brig so I wouldn't stress about them getting food because I couldn't cook. Heavenly Father was giving me these boosts from people to help me survive! Tender mercies! My mama, sissy, and auntie were also able to fly out in Sept to visit and help, and it was a heavensend to have them. Kind of a crappy vaca for them, as they cooked, helped me clean, and played with Brig the whole time while my head was in the trash can. But I will be forever thankful for that visit, I needed it, and it helped recharge me.
So the countdown's on. Baby girl will be gracing us with her presence in just 2 months. We're so excited, and while I'm nervous to tackle a girl, I can't wait to meet our lil munchkin. I'm excited that she'll have a big brother to protect her and be her bud. I'm excited to have have a Daddy's lil girl. I'm excited to have a forever bestie, because I know that's how I am with my mama. I would never have imagined a year ago that this is where we'd be. But I'm a firm believer that the Lord has a plan for all of us, we just have to trust Him. Even if it means being sick for 9 months. (BLAAA) I told David we may only be having 2 kids. If there's more that need to join our family, I better have some sort of serious preggie amnesia hit me so I'll forget what pregnancy's like for me. I try to remember IT COULD ALWAYS BE WORSE. Much much worse. With all my complaining, I'm thankful that I have a healthy family and a healthy baby growing.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
That time I considered getting Depends...
Well, time to finish playing catch-up. I honestly feel like I've had no control over the last five months of my life, and I'm gonna tell my life story of why. I definitely have changed, grown (in more ways than one haha), and realized some valuable lessons of which I'll be forever grateful.
PART 1
So at the beginning of this past year, right as our lil Brigston was turning one, I went to this womens fireside at my church. I remember sitting there, enjoying the night, and I saw a woman get up with a baby who was fussy. I got this overwhelming feeling that I needed a sweet baby to hold in my arms. Well I almost peed my pants. Remember, Brig's just turning one. David's still in school. We have no family anywhere near us. I laughed to myself and thought, Brigsy's my sweet baby, I'll hold him in my arms. WHAM! The thought came again, a baby baby needed to be in my arms. I shrugged it off, kept it to myself. Super long story a little shorter, over the next month or so, I continued having these thoughts. I continued to almost pee my pants, and I didn't say a word to David.
A month later, David tells me he's gotten this feeling that we need to have another baby. I almost peed myself. I kept quiet for a few minutes, then confessed I'd had the same feelings...for a month. We waited a long time for Brig. We had to have help. It was expensive! We knew we couldn't do that again with David being in school. We decided that if a baby was so desperately needed in our family, Heavenly Father would help make it happen. Over the next couple months, it was pretty apparent that the same troubles I'd had before were still present. But, we had the faith! If it needed to happen, it'd happen. We were doing everything in our power (we thought), to make it happen. Nothing happened.
For our 6th anniversary, we were able to go to the Houston temple to do sealings. It was a sweet experience! I remember looking over at David at some point, and he was looking right at me, struggling with his emotions. I gave him a questioning look, and he whispered that a baby girl was waiting to join our eternal family. I felt at peace, got the chills, and of course started crying myself. I knew he was right, I felt it!
Shortly after, an Ensign article came out about a woman who struggled with infertility. I was reading it and she was talking about how they had done everything in their power to get pregnant (At this point I'm thinking, I KNOW!! I feel ya sister, I'm in the same boat here! If it can happen to her, it can happen to me) which included going to doctors for help. I almost peed my pants. I hadn't thought that getting a doctor's help was doing everything in my power. Then I cried. I knew Heavenly Father was trying to send me a message again. I told Dave, and we decided to call our doc. I figured it would start the long process all over again, and I was dreading it. I called, got an appointment within two weeks, and to my surprise, my dr started treatment that day. Again, I almost peed myself (this is getting embarrassing). A month and a half later, we were pregnant! I almost pooped my pants this time...that's when I decided it wouldn't be so bad to invest in some Depends.
PART 1
So at the beginning of this past year, right as our lil Brigston was turning one, I went to this womens fireside at my church. I remember sitting there, enjoying the night, and I saw a woman get up with a baby who was fussy. I got this overwhelming feeling that I needed a sweet baby to hold in my arms. Well I almost peed my pants. Remember, Brig's just turning one. David's still in school. We have no family anywhere near us. I laughed to myself and thought, Brigsy's my sweet baby, I'll hold him in my arms. WHAM! The thought came again, a baby baby needed to be in my arms. I shrugged it off, kept it to myself. Super long story a little shorter, over the next month or so, I continued having these thoughts. I continued to almost pee my pants, and I didn't say a word to David.
A month later, David tells me he's gotten this feeling that we need to have another baby. I almost peed myself. I kept quiet for a few minutes, then confessed I'd had the same feelings...for a month. We waited a long time for Brig. We had to have help. It was expensive! We knew we couldn't do that again with David being in school. We decided that if a baby was so desperately needed in our family, Heavenly Father would help make it happen. Over the next couple months, it was pretty apparent that the same troubles I'd had before were still present. But, we had the faith! If it needed to happen, it'd happen. We were doing everything in our power (we thought), to make it happen. Nothing happened.
For our 6th anniversary, we were able to go to the Houston temple to do sealings. It was a sweet experience! I remember looking over at David at some point, and he was looking right at me, struggling with his emotions. I gave him a questioning look, and he whispered that a baby girl was waiting to join our eternal family. I felt at peace, got the chills, and of course started crying myself. I knew he was right, I felt it!
Shortly after, an Ensign article came out about a woman who struggled with infertility. I was reading it and she was talking about how they had done everything in their power to get pregnant (At this point I'm thinking, I KNOW!! I feel ya sister, I'm in the same boat here! If it can happen to her, it can happen to me) which included going to doctors for help. I almost peed my pants. I hadn't thought that getting a doctor's help was doing everything in my power. Then I cried. I knew Heavenly Father was trying to send me a message again. I told Dave, and we decided to call our doc. I figured it would start the long process all over again, and I was dreading it. I called, got an appointment within two weeks, and to my surprise, my dr started treatment that day. Again, I almost peed myself (this is getting embarrassing). A month and a half later, we were pregnant! I almost pooped my pants this time...that's when I decided it wouldn't be so bad to invest in some Depends.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Idaho
I have so much catching up to do this is ridiculous. Embarrassing really. I'll try to do a recap on our summer, then work my way to the present.
First and foremost, I'm so excited to record that my David passed his first set of dental boards in July! I am so proud of him! To say that he studied his REAR OFF is an understatement. I'm pretty sure that Brigston and I forgot what he looked like some weeks. He was always locked away studying, studying, studying. But it paid off, and he passed! We're getting closer...
The day after Dave took his boards, we were so lucky to be able to fly home to ID to visit our familia. We got to spend time with both our families, and it was heavenly. Well, heavenly up until poor Brigsy got the pukes and ended up sick the rest of the trip. :( Poor guy, it was horrible!
We spent the first week in Rigby where David's entire family was home for the first time in like 10 years. It was so fun to meet cousins for the first time and just play. I hadn't seen Marnie and her family for about four years, so it was wonderful to spend time with them. Brig loved to feed the goats, helped dad mow the yard, played in the sandbox, and mauled the daylights out of Aunt Amy's innocent kitty. The second he woke up, he'd want to go straight to the toy box to find trucks to play with. He got sick towards the end of our Rigby visit and was pretty much miserable from then on out.
Next we got to spend the night with Aunt Jer and Auntie Ky in Idaho Falls. Poor Brig was a good sport, even though he felt crummy. We got to feed the ducks and geese along the river by the temple and Brig was actually pretty dern brave with the demon birds. He let'em eat out of his hands! I think he ate half the bread himself, but who doesn't work up an appetite feeding birds, right?
For the last week we headed to Paul. My parents were so good about trying to keep Brig entertained and happy, even though he was still sick. I never had to wonder where Brig was, as he was always outside somewhere with Nana or Papa. He got pushed in the toy car, helped Nana pick beans in the garden , played on the swing, went for walks, blew bubbles...he was in heaven! We went camping up to Pomerelle which again was interesting with Brig and I not feeling the best, but it was fun and there's nothing like camping in beautiful Idaho! To round off the trip, we all went to Lagoon for a final hoorah. We swam our hearts out, Brig took a nap poolside (how bout that) and he even rode his first rollercoaster, good ole Puff the Magic Dragon.
We feel so lucky to have awesome family and it was a great trip, even if we were sick half the time. Makes me homesick for them! :)
First and foremost, I'm so excited to record that my David passed his first set of dental boards in July! I am so proud of him! To say that he studied his REAR OFF is an understatement. I'm pretty sure that Brigston and I forgot what he looked like some weeks. He was always locked away studying, studying, studying. But it paid off, and he passed! We're getting closer...
The day after Dave took his boards, we were so lucky to be able to fly home to ID to visit our familia. We got to spend time with both our families, and it was heavenly. Well, heavenly up until poor Brigsy got the pukes and ended up sick the rest of the trip. :( Poor guy, it was horrible!
We spent the first week in Rigby where David's entire family was home for the first time in like 10 years. It was so fun to meet cousins for the first time and just play. I hadn't seen Marnie and her family for about four years, so it was wonderful to spend time with them. Brig loved to feed the goats, helped dad mow the yard, played in the sandbox, and mauled the daylights out of Aunt Amy's innocent kitty. The second he woke up, he'd want to go straight to the toy box to find trucks to play with. He got sick towards the end of our Rigby visit and was pretty much miserable from then on out.
Next we got to spend the night with Aunt Jer and Auntie Ky in Idaho Falls. Poor Brig was a good sport, even though he felt crummy. We got to feed the ducks and geese along the river by the temple and Brig was actually pretty dern brave with the demon birds. He let'em eat out of his hands! I think he ate half the bread himself, but who doesn't work up an appetite feeding birds, right?
For the last week we headed to Paul. My parents were so good about trying to keep Brig entertained and happy, even though he was still sick. I never had to wonder where Brig was, as he was always outside somewhere with Nana or Papa. He got pushed in the toy car, helped Nana pick beans in the garden , played on the swing, went for walks, blew bubbles...he was in heaven! We went camping up to Pomerelle which again was interesting with Brig and I not feeling the best, but it was fun and there's nothing like camping in beautiful Idaho! To round off the trip, we all went to Lagoon for a final hoorah. We swam our hearts out, Brig took a nap poolside (how bout that) and he even rode his first rollercoaster, good ole Puff the Magic Dragon.
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