Life has been extremely crazy with the holidays and with our family illnesses. All seems to be going along well with the pregnancy, although I am frantically trying to eat more healthily after my post-Christmas weigh-in. I guess I didn't have to eat all of the chocolate I saw. Ian and Justin had a wonderful time. Riht now Justin is eating some of my celery. I guess he is feeling the Christmas regrets also. Anyhow, we had a great time seeing family. It was Ryan's turn for Christmas this year, and we had his mom and dad and his sister and brothers over to our house. It was a lot of fun. We were also able to visit with my parents on New Years Day. Right now, I think I have a sinus infection, so I'm a little under the weather. Thank you everyone for all of the gifts and remembrances. The holidays are a lot of work, but they truly are my favorite time of the year.

Fun? in Carp

Well, we went to visit my folks up north for the weekend. It was a fun trip, other than the fact that the children refuse to sleep, play too many video games with Uncle Chad, and always seem to be finding something sugary to eat. The big excitement, however, was church on Sunday. Apparently, there were four police cars parked at the church at the beginning of the service. We were a few minutes late, and there was only one when we got there. In addition, there was a group of young looking people--looked like college students--in front of our family's pew taking notes throughout the Sacrament meeting. Everyone was really nice to them, although a few looked like they had swallowed something sour. There was one girl who was nice and laughed at all of Bro. Gonzalez' jokes, which were pretty funny, and she picked up a toy for Justin who probably threw it at her a little too hard. Anyhow, I just think that it is a sad commentary on what is going on today that families have to walk past police vehicles to just worship God. I mean, this is America, right? But, if it brings people who would never enter our churches into them, even if they are hostile, it can't be all that bad, right? My ward was apparently business as usual, but we live in a very religiously conservative area--for all I may say bad about Fo-town, the people are overall some of the best I have ever met. I am grateful to live in a town where so many of my neighbors, diverse though we may be, supported the view of our family on Prop 8. We never had to worry about our sign being ripped down or our house being vandalized (at least for that reason;).

Halloween in Hobbsland

We had a very nice Halloween even though it was very hot out. We started out by going to preschool and trick-or-treating through the classrooms. It was very hot, and Justin was dressed up as a fuzzy Panda. When I took the costume off, he was bathed in sweat. Believe me, I felt guilty.

That night we went to the Trunk-or-Treat at the church. It was a lot of fun, but still very hot, so we dressed Justin up as Hercules. Ian was very excited to be a Power Ranger. The best part of all, was that all the costumes were hand-me-downs, so it didn't cost a penny. (Thanks, Gen and boys).

Bedrest and Boys

Well, after enduring a few weeks of bedrest (thanks Mom and Dad, Julie, Brenda, and especially Grandma Arlena for all the help) we seem to have things back on track.

My kids have been suffering a little--I mean, it is hard to have an immobile mom--but now we seem to be getting back into the swing of things.

A little setback

I have been on bedrest for about five days. It has been the most boring time of my life, especially without my kids. My parents were kind enough to take them so that I could get some real rest. Well, you look ahead so much for time away, but when you have it, you realize that your children are what make life so much fun. Still, we had a good heartbeat and ultrasound, and I am confident that this pregnancy will progress. Say a prayer for us.

Cute and Disgusting Boys

Well, today the boys had something interesting for breakfast--Cheerios cereal and milk with Parmesan cheese on it. I know, I know. Believe me, with all my pregnancy nausea just the though makes me want to puke, but they seemed to like it. They just kept pouring more milk and more Cheerios and more Parmesan.

Also, I. has become very amazed by the small things in life, saying things like, "In my whole big big life my never did see that!" or "In the whole wide world my never did see that thing." He utters these exclamations for exciting things like superhero popsicles, Spiderman macaroni and cheese, and other amazing wonders.

I. also likes to teach J. The other day he told him, "Now, Justy, when my was a little little baby my couldn't walk. My walk really really slow. Now my run really really fast." He then proceeds to inform J. that one day he too with shake off the coils of babyhood and enter into being a big boy, with all of its delights. He lectures him in this way about pooping on the toilet, eating, playing with big boy toys, etc. J. listens, but does he care?

J. is becoming a little firecracker. He light-saber fights with reckless abandon. Today he hit I. about five times before I convinced I. that no matter how fun it was to fight, it wasn't worth the injuries a crazy 18-month old can inflict. He also pinches, tackles, and jumps off the couch head first, and still hasn't killed himself. Remember, he was such a mellow baby . . .

Numero Tres

Well, with a good ultrasound yesterday, and a due date, Ry and I and I. and J. are pleased to announce that a bun is in the oven. We are really happy and have gratitude or our little blessing.