Home Ownership

Why I'm scared out of my mind to be a home-owner.
These leaks and cracks (4 total) came after that last ice storm that came through H*. We're on the top floor, so when the roof doesn't hold up, neither does our ceiling.

A lovely bowl that caught it all (er, at least most of it). I will say it was awfully nice to call our office and the maintenance team was up on the roof by the next day - it's all fixed. Throwing our money away while renting is occasionally worth the hassle-free upkeep. I don't have to clean my carpets, mow the lawn, fix leaky faucets, paint my walls, climb up on my roof - three stories up. Some things are just out of my league.

No News is NOT Good News

We were expecting to walk away with an offer while we were in M* interviewing last weekend. But, alas, they decided to drive us crazy and told us they'd get back to us sometime this week. We have yet to hear anything from them as of today and it's driving us insane. We're so filled with anxiety that we can't think about anything else. Steven hits the "refresh" button on his email account about ever 5-7 minutes. It's been pretty bad. So for those who are still wondering what in the world we are doing.....we're still wondering the same thing.
Besides that, we had a wonderful, but most importantly - FREE - vacation last weekend. It was such a beautiful place. When we told people that, they'd look at us surprised and say, "Really? It's the ugliest time of year. Just wait until the other seasons roll around!"
We probably won't be wined and dined again - at least for a long time. I don't remember ever ordering both appetizer and dessert in one sitting. I felt very spoiled and took full advantage. Maybe that's why we don't have an offer yet.

The Priest, Minister & Rabbi

I was thinking today about my office at work. I share my space with four other people. We all come from different backgrounds and various religions. It actually sound like I'm beginning a bad joke when I tell people, "there's a Baptist, a Muslim, a Mormon and Non-denominational all in the same room...." I still don't know how many of us it takes to change a light bulb, but we're an interesting bunch nonetheless (not to mention two Catholics in the next room). The majority of us LOVE talking about religion and what the other believes. It makes for some great lunch talk.

Discussing all of these different religions has made me realize how much I love my church. I love it's base, it's organization, it's standards, and the many, many things that set it apart from other churches; Our Book of Mormon, our work for the dead, a living prophet, our temples, that we aren't a break-off from another religion, the missionary program, eternal families, and best of all: the Plan of Salvation is something that saves me on those days when I feel like I'm going nowhere. The more I hear and learn about other religions, the more mine makes sense to me. Every time I feel like doubting and questioning it, all I have to do is open the Book of Mormon and I know within moments that it was translated - not written - by Joseph Smith. And if the Book of Mormon is true, well then, there's not too much to question.

I'm happy and very grateful to belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I don't know where I would be today without it, and quite frankly, I don't want to know.

Though I don't know the punchline to my ongoing office joke, I do know where I belong, that I am loved, and where I am going. That's enough for me.

5 Months

I'm officially five months. Before you decide to post a comment to this picture, allow me to answer some of your burning questions.

1. Yes, I counted right. Five months (only) to the day.
2. No, there's only one in there - though multiples run rampant in my family.
3. I'm only 2 lbs heavier than what the books tell me I should be. I just get HUGE and have pretty big babies.
   
4. No, I'm not insane to post this so the world can see. Just those loved ones who live far away should be privy to such pics - this is just the easiest way.
5. Some things should be documented. I'm still not sure if this was one of them.

If your wondering if I've ever taken "just belly" pics. It's just not my style. Besides the fact that my stomach now has stretch marks that look more like a road map of CA (or like someone has stretched seer-sucker material accross my tummy), I'm just not comfortable showing the world my stomach. So, that may answer your 6th question. This is as much as you're getting.

Oh, #7, I'm getting my roots done tonight, don't worry.

Cravings & Such

Cravings are a given with any woman (at least the ones I know) and just multiplied when she's pregnant. Due to the holiday season , graduation, Thanksgiving and Christmas all came within a month of eachother which means lots of free and somewhat unhealthy meals, desserts, etc were offered to me within one month of eachother. Becuase of my lack of self control, I'm 5 lbs heavier than I planned to be at this point during my pregnancy. It doesn't help that I'm one of those women who gets HUGE when she's pregnant...we're talking can't-fit-into-maternity-clothes-by-month-9 huge. Oh well, what to do.
Here's what I've been craving lately:

• Blue Cheese - or any cheese; the smellier the better. Right, Dominique?
• Chocolate - uh, duh. Dark or light you may ask? YES.
• Hard Candies - I've tried to be good and get the sugar free kind.
• Ice cold drinks - or if I have to, shakes...I'm not one to be picky.
  
• A Pedicure - I know it's not food, but, oh, how it sounds good.

Separation Anxiety

A small town in Oregon is flying Steven and I out for up to five days to check out the city. We're not going to take all five, we've decided three will be enough for us to make a decision and, if necessary, find a place to live. My good friend, Julie, lives in the same city. It will be nice to see her especially since she'll be having her baby sometime between now and then. Even if we don't like the situation, Steven keeps saying, "it's a free vacation!"
I'm a little worried (as always) about leaving my kids with someone for that long. The really sad reality about it is, the kids will be just fine (more spoiled than necessary), our best friends who are sitting them will be great (they love our kids and our kids love them), but I will be a wreck the whole time. To top it all off, Bradley's taking his vanguard test the weekend we'll be gone. GUILT is wreaking havoc on me. I know it's important for Steven and I to have time for just our relationship, but why is it so hard?

The Honesty of Children

I'm feeling huge for how far along I am. People keep telling me I look cute - I look cute for someone who's 6 months along - NOT 4!!! I guess I'm just destined to get huge. I did with my first two, why should this one be any different?

My girlfriend sent me a pretty funny story. When she was pregnant with her 3rd, she was explaining to her other two children (2 & 4) that the baby was growing in her tummy and that is why it was getting so big. Her 2-year-old pondered this for a moment before asking, "then why is your bum so big?"

Oh, out of the mouth of babes. The honesty of children is so....uh, what's the word, so.....adorable? Nah, I'd say deplorable.

Parenting

This week Steven takes his boards exam. It isn't until Thursday, so I have the week off from work. When we were expecting Bradley, Steven and I had many discussions on how we planned to "do things" with our kids. One was that we would never pay anyone to baby-sit so we could work. This resolve came in useful this week. They are paying me very well and I turned greedy this week. I told Steven that I was sure there were plenty of people that would be willing to watch the kids while I went to work for a few hours and he could continue to study. He simply said, "I thought we weren't going to do that." I recalled our conversation from 5 years ago and remembered that we didn't have kids so someone else could raise them. I know it may sound extreme. There's definitely a difference between having a child in daycare for 10 hours a day from the time they're 6 weeks old vs. having a family friend watch them for a few hours three times a week for a short while....it's simply the principle of the matter. I hope I'm not offending anyone when I say this. It's just a choice - more like a goal - we made a long time ago, and so far, it's working for us. I really am grateful to be a mommy.

So, for all you stay-at-home mommies out there working harder than anyone I know, KUDOS! Keep up the good work, even if it comes without pay, glamour, promotions, stock options, 401k, lunches, insurance benefits, and a company spending account. You are your child's top employee and you are irreplaceable.

Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
~George Cooper

Maternity Wear

I received a HUGE box of maternity clothes from my sister, Kristen last Friday. I'm in heaven. Not only can I breathe again, but she has flawless taste; so I actually feel cute again! It's a pet peeve of mine to buy something I'm only going to wear for 5 or 6 months, so this has been a VERY welcome package.

I called her to tell her thank you and she explained to me she couldn't fit it all in. "THERE'S MORE?" She said she was holding the rest ransome until I visit her in UT. Love you!

Since I got two new handbags for Christmas and I have a whole new wardrobe, I think it's time to go shoe shopping. Anybody?

Christmas Backlog

This working thing has me exhausted. I don't know how people do it. I would have to be a much more organized person.....which is bound to happen. I go through a "spring" cleaning right after the holidays. As I put away the decorations, I de-junk everything else. It's soooooo therapeutic. I only wish I had time for it. Steven keeps saying, "you know, I can put this stuff away into storage." But there's just something about my (occasional) cleaning OCD that let's me know, if you want it done right, you're just going to have to do it yourself. So until I get to it, hands off. Steven takes his boards exam next week (pray for him) so I'm taking time off work so he can get some studying in. This will at least give me a chance to get started on the cleaning.

After my last blog, I should let you know we had a spectacular Christmas. Some of the traditions that our family embraces stem from our own past or traditions from families that we thought woudl be fun to do ourselves. Every year we exchange new pajamas and get to open them on Christmas Eve. It's something both us did with our families did as children. My next favorite tradition, we got from my SILs family. You get to stay in you pjs all day long on Christmas.

Besides this, we do the usual read of Luke II, leave cookies (& carrots - who could forget the reindeer) for Santa, as well as check out Norad's tracking system.
This was hilarious because as we watched Bradley track SC through Columbia and through South America, he got closer to the US border and Bradley became more and more excited. Finally as SC entered Mexico, Bradley yelled, "WE GOTTA GET TO BED! WE DON'T EVEN HAVE TIME TO BRUSH OUR TEETH!"
Obviously another tradition is to exchange gifts between one another as well as watch eathother open them.
Santa was good to us this year. And so far, though slightly uneventful, our New Year has been just as wonderful. No word yet as to where we are headed.

Cops and Robbers

I just witnessed a robbery. It shook me up a little. I was out grilling when I heard a strange cracking noise. I thought something was falling on top of the covered parking in our complex. Then I heard more cracking and glass breaking. I followed the noise to the apartment building facing us and I watched a man shatter the sliding glass door on a ground-level balcony. I quietly backed into my own house, hoping he didn't notice me, and called 911. As I did, I heard what I think was the apartment's alarm system going off.
Steven was at the grocery store so after I phoned the police I called him to tell him to be careful when he pulled in as he was already on his way home. As I spoke with him, I noticed a car pulling out of the parking lot awfully fast. Though I'm pretty sure that was the guy(s) in the car, the H* police made me proud as they got there within minutes from my phone call. Steven happened to pull in right in front of the police and pointed to the apartment where I had described.
I, meanwhile, was hiding out in my children's room with the lights out watching the whole thing. When Steven knocked on our front door, I think I jumped about 4 feet. We watched the police as they waited outside to make sure the person had gone, brought the k-9 unit, and actually went in to make sure no "bad guy" was still inside. They later came to ask me what I saw.
I was mostly just a little flushed and excited about the whole thing. But I noticed the rest of the evening was shot. I was in a terrible mood, yelling at my kids for the lamest reasons. I even brokedown and cried when I noticed water on the bathroom floor from who-knows-what?. And kept crying. And crying (and I'm not a huge crier). That's when I realized, it bothered me more than I thought to watch the vulnerability of our home. Though we hadn't been broken into, it just as easily could have been us. The only thing we have going for us is being on the third floor - not an easy getaway for anyone. We've been blessed with safety for this long in this city, I pray that our little home will continue to be so.
Anyway, I knew writing about it would help me cope, so you poor people get to hear about my drama.

The Nutcracker

Two nights ago, Steven and I were lucky recipients of two excellent tickets to The Nutcracker performed by none other than the H* Ballet. I felt very cosmopolitan as we rubbed elbows with other theater regulars.

Though I took ballet lessons as a child and have always loved the ballet, I've never been to a performance of The Nutcracker. Nope, not even by elementary school-aged children. My parents were never really into that sort of cultural thing. They found it dry and dull. Maybe it's the background and training, but I thought it was fabulous! I think my own children are still too young to appreciate it (or even sit through it for that matter), but it will definitely be something I introduce them to.

Thanks to John and Elizabeth for the tickets! We're only sorry we couldn't all go together.

Name Nonsense

Now that we've decided that we aren't finding out the gender, the name issue has reared its ugly head. We have weekly familly discussions involving everyone's opinion on naming the baby. Before I go any further, as much as I would love to share my name ideas, I just don't have the stomach to. Responses to name ideas are never good (especially from my mother - sorry Ma, it's true). Here are some of my favorite responses from people:

• Oh, I had a dog named that once...
• Man! I was going to use that name. Great! Thanks alot!
• The "smelly kid" in my 5th grade class was named that.
• Wo, never heard that one. So, uh, how would you spell it?
• Isn't that's a boy's name?
  

So don't bother asking us what we are thinking of. I won't break. If you want to know more about what and why we named our other kids, see my entry November 2nd. Maybe from that you can guess, but until that fateful day in May, you will await yet another surprise from the Mick Monkeys.

Genderless

Yet another decision has been made in our house. We are NOT finding out the gender of the baby. I was pretty wishy-washy there for a while but we've finalized and decided that we're up for the challenge (of not finding out) and the surprise that will occur in the delivery room. Even as I type this, I'm dying to know -- but I can be strong, right?

Travel Plans

We've made our big decision on our Christmas plans. We've decided to postpone our trip to Utah until further notice. I now realize that I'm so relieved to have finally decided. I felt like everyone was waiting around to see what we were doing and when we were doing it. Though most are leaving elsewhere to visit their own family, we're happy to have a few select sticking it out here in H* with us.
Everything is just too up-in-the-air right now. I can't bear the thought of making that drive twice within a month. And getting tickets right now is ridiculously expensive. So I'm very happy to be staying. I know I'll see my family soon enough.

Trading Places

I can't tell you the irony of the past two days. Steven and I have truly traded roles in the home. He's taking care of meals, bills, and cleaning. Meanwhile I work all day, come home, bathe the kids and feel pretty tired. My favorite of all this was this morning as I left, Steven called down to me as I was getting into the car and wanted to make sure I had taken the right keys. I double checked and sure enough, I had my keys and Steven has misplaced his. For any of you that know me, I'm a chronic key-loser. I laughed the whole way to work knowing Steven had become me.
I will say that our house hasn't been this clean in a while. I had lost all motivation when we decided to move. Steven's been doing an excellent job at something I wasn't too sure about. I'm not sure, however, how long both of us will last in our new roles. The kids are enjoying their time with Daddy and I'm enjoying my lunch breaks where I get to go Christmas shopping without using the art of stealth-shopping so the kids don't know that I've slipped their wishes into the cart.

Job Announcement

We are very happy to announce that today we received a wonderful job offer we can't refuse. Ironically, it's not for my husband, it's for myself.
After all of Steven's efforts to obtain a job, his ego was somewhat thwarted yesterday when a friend called me out of the blue and asked me if I could do some temporary work in a local doctor's office to help with billing. It paid well and wouldn't last more than a couple weeks. Since Steven's home and we could always use some extra cash (especially since Christmas is around the corner), I couldn't help but jump at the offer. So I'm off to work for the common good of our household starting tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Late Thanksgiving Report

I have a bit of catching up to do. Our best friends John and Elizabeth invited us (again) to John's parent's ranch in/near B*. We, like last time, had a wonderful time and were able to stay three days instead of only one. Here are the highlights of our wonderful Thanksgiving:


Even though we could cook here (indoors), we decided to mostly cook here (open flame is always preferred).









The ranch had 10 cows that we were able to feed. They were all female and pregnant. Bradley, being all-too-wise for his years, knew about pregnant women because of his mother. And learned a thing or two more from Uncle John. Here are a few treasures out of that monkey's mouth:

• "Okay ladies, come to Papa." (Calling them to the feeding pens.)
• "John, they can't move that fast, they're pregnant!" (After John told the cows to hurry up.)
• "Moooooooooooo!!!" (We like to stress communication - even if it is with the animal kingdom.)
  
• "Mom, I think being pregnant means that you're going to have a baby and your mean." (Yesterday, after I got mad over something small and unnecessary to get angry over.)

Emmy being VERY brave - thanks to LeeLee!

Bradley on John's shoulders being, well, less brave.

Emmy giving John some extra needed love. Emmy has him wrapped around that chunky little finger of hers.






Bradley and his treasures (various animal bones) found on the 300+ acre ranch.









Not all were found by him, but the next picture is definitely his favorite find considering his history of broken elbows.

Real highlights:

From L to R: John, LeeLee (Elizabeth), Steven, Mindy, Emmy, Bradley, Harriett & Frank (owners of the ranch). Thanks for the memorable time.

Graduation

Oh how I've missed my blog. It's so therapeutic! Graduation was so much fun and a great experience. Jon and Domie were able to visit from SF* for a grand ol' time. There was lots of sightseeing and even more eating! (Ummm, I need to do something about that extra 3 lbs.)
Speaking of which, my little - or not so little - tummy seemed to have popped out this weekend. I noticed Friday night at the commencement ceremony that my skirt fit, just not nearly as well as before. By Sunday, my blouse wasn't enjoying its time buttoned up. Those poor threads were hanging on for dear life. I guess I just have to accept it at some point during my pregnancy. The only problem is that it's still way too early for maternity clothes, so I'll either look like a vagabond in roomy warm-ups/pj's or red in the face with eyes popping out because I'm sucking it in.
Here is Steven walking across the stage. My camera wasn't able to get it's flash clear across the room so you could see him really well. If I turned off the flash, it was miserably blurry. Earlier in the day, Baylor held an awards ceremony for the Allied Health Program. This includes his Physician Assistant class as well as the Nurse Anesthetist class. Steven was one of 1/2 dozen students to receive an award for maintaing honors grades throughout his 1 1/2 years of rotations. Way to go, Babe! We were all (yes, including Steven) very proud of him. We had no idea he was going to receive it. Besides, he'd never tell anyone, so this is my chance to brag about him.

As most graduations go, this one was slightly too dry for my kid's taste. Apparently there wasn't enough animation or candy involved. They decided to take a quick snooze on my lap. Besides that they were surprisingly well-behaved for a 7pm commencement.

Here's a picture of our little celebrating group. Though lots of our family was unable to make it, they've been super supportive in many other ways. Thanks Jon and Domie for a wonderful time in H-town.

Images Worthwhile

And this is why I have babies...


Thanks, Natalie, for a surprisingly successful shoot.

Exhaustion

I'm not dead - not all the way at least. I've been getting frantic calls and emails from readers asking if I'm okay. First of all, I had no idea of such a fan base - sort of flattering. Secondly, all is well in the household, I'm just exhausted from a truly busy...no, insane week (er, I mean weeks). More later, I need to go to bed.

Loved Ones

I'm going to lunch with Eli (aunt Leelee) today. She's one of my dearest friends. She reminds me so much of my wonderful MIL (I got lucky with mine). Thinking of these two very sweet women made me think of a few other people here in H* that I've become extremely close with. I've learned that you can still have a family while family is nearly 2000 miles away. Today I'm grateful for my wonderful friends and loved ones that treat me like family even though we aren't related to one another. I feel very blessed.

A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same.
~ Elbert Hubbard

Deck the Halls

Okay, okay....I know this may seem ridiculous to some (all) of you, but I have my reasons - my very good, sane, normal reasons.
I'm putting up my Christmas Tree today. I'm almost sure I'm not the only one that wants to, but I may be the only one that actually does it. Now before I go on, I love Thanksgiving and plan on celebrating it as much as the next person. Believe me, I love turkey with all the trimmings and I have so much to be thankful for this season that it might make you sick! I'm not blowing it off like the rest of the commercial/retail world. But here are my top 10 reasons I'm giving into my Christmas decorating urgency:

1. I don't know where we will be come Christmas Day.
2. We may even move before Christmas - and I can't just put everything on hiatus until we know what we're doing.
3. We're traveling for Thanksgiving and I need time with my Christmas tree and decorations.
4. Steven will let me ; ). It's sweet how he thinks he has a say in the matter.
5. Bradley's begging.
6. It makes me happy.
7. My kids don't take off the decorations - lucky me. Everything will stay in its place.
   
8. It's finally cold enough (below 70 degrees) that it doesn't seem nearly as ludicrous.
9. The entire family is home (no school for anyone), what else are we going to do that isn't going to require us to spend money?
   
10. Because it's my house and I can - my favorite reason.
    

So they're not great reasons, but I'm doing it nonetheless. Growing up my family was always the-day-after or the-Saturday-after Thanksgiving type of people. But I know that if we end up moving and I wait until after Thanksgiving, I'll feel sad and guilty for not having it up more of the holiday season. So if any of you out there are sitting on the fence, join me on the dark side - or better said - the pre-lit, glass-blown, smiling, tinsel-filled, fa-la-la-la-la side.

Student Gratitude

Our time as students is quickly coming to a close. I never thought I'd say this, but there will be things about being a student (and the wife of a student) that I will miss. Right now I feel too young, or maybe a better word is naive, to be a real adult with a mortgage and membership in my child's PTO. It sometimes frightens me that I feel that I may be too ignorant to be in the real world. So, until I learn that I'm just overreacting, I'm going to list the things I'm grateful for when it comes to being a student.

• Financial Aid (there is NO way we would have made it without some support from "the man").
• Being the dutifully supportive wife. Mostly because I'm happy I'm done with school.
  
• Gaining a new family with each move we make. Not to mention an actual family member with our last move.
  
• Appreciating a dollar - and how dang good I am at stretching it.
• Knowing that I'll remember this as one of the best times in our lives.
• Watching Bradley light up when we tell him he goes to school just like Daddy does.
• Our family's support....even when we moved far away from all of them.
• Friends we've made at each stop.
  
• Being on our own and making our own decisions.
• Knowing that it's healthy for us to know what it's like to be poor.
  
• It being over....

A year and a half ago Steven had his official white coat ceremony. Here's a picture from that day. Two weeks from now, he will graduate and we'll have new pictures, new coats, and new lives.

Indeed one of the ultimate advantages of an education is simply coming to the end of it. ~ B. F. Skinner

Life Without Email & Avery

Goodness, it's been too long. I do have good reasons, however. Steven has been uber-busy with his research paper. Because of this, he's been taking our computer (we're a laptop only sort of family at the moment) up to campus and to the doctor helping him do his research. A day without my email is like a day without electricity. I can't believe I'm so attached! Plus, by the time Steven did get home at nights, I was so exhausted, I would usually crash into bed without even opening the laptop. Needless to say, when I opened my account this afternoon, my inbox was feeling a little swollen.
Also, for the past 8 weeks I've been working about 6 hours a day. My friend needed someone to watch her 3 1/2 month (now 5 months) old for her while she went back to work and decided on a more permanent situation for her daughter. Her husband is in the same program as Steven so their lives are up in the air at this point and they didn't want to put her in a daycare for only a few weeks when they could find a home they could trust to put her in. So I was asked and gratefully accepted watching after little Avery. The extra money is coming in handy and it's been quite the eye-opener to what 3 kids will be like (I guess three carseats do fit in the back of a Honda Accord - though I'll still pine for an SUV when the time comes). Though I'm looking forward to having time alone with my little ones again, we'll sure miss our Avery. She is a delightfully happy child and I think Bradley and Emmy will miss her the most.

Where, Oh Where?

This mid-term election has reminded me of something. I remember during the last presidential election, Steven and I discussed how it would be exciting to move to a "swing state" and try and make a difference. If you don't know what that is, it's a state that is not always Republican or Democrat (NOT a kinky trade-ya-partners state).It's funny how minds change and how decisions are made, because when we were moving from Utah to Texas, we swore we'd never live in a place where we had to own a snow shovel again, which was ironic considering we each own at least one snowboard and love the sport to death. Since then, we've endured 3 hideous summers full of muggy, 104 degree, indoor-only weather. Right now I'd give about anything for four seasons again.
I'm starting to believe that though I'm usually an optomistic person, I'm also an idealist. The grass has to be greener somewhere, right? What's my problem? Maybe it's because I knew this was going to be a temporary move. Grad school would be done in 2 1/2 years, then we'd be gone. Now that our plans may be differnt than we had originally thought, I think I'm getting frustrated. My priorities right now are so skewed. One minute I think "all I need is a house with a backyard somewhere I feel safe." The next minute I think, "I need this and that and the other with sunshine and a quarter of a million dollars in my bank account." Now, is that so much ask?
We're in the middle of deciding where we should live. Actually, we're hoping to get a job that will make that decision for us, because it's become a tedious, and possibly unnecessary task. For if we can't find a job in the "ideal" city, I might just go insane. Whatever. This is quite the tangent. Hopefully this won't be habitual. I had to vent somewhere.

Halloween & Other Celebrations

Halloween was too much fun for the family. We're widdling down the candy supply and coming off a week long sugar high. Bradley has the whole family on Harry Potter patrol and talked Emmy into going as Hermione Granger and Steven and I took the easy (ahem, lazy) road and went as "muggles" - this actually means we didn't need to dress up. Here are pictures of Bradley's long, dyed hair (since been buzzed and rinsed back to blonde) and Emmy with her crimped hair (I'm very proud she was so willing to sit still for me!). I'm also happy I was able to make their costumes again this year. I know they'll soon think it's not cool to have your mom make your costume. Until then, I'll take full advantage.






Little Hermione....


Mr. Potter...


And my favorite and most magical of them all....


As for other such celebrations, the cat's out of the bag....at least it's peaking it's head out of the bag. We're very excited to announce to everyone that we're expecting a baby. I'm only 12 weeks along, but we were dying to share the news. Thanks to everyone that found out earlier than the rest. We appreciate you keeping our precious secret until we were ready to tell all. Here are some t-shirts the kids and I made to announce to family and friends.






I know there somewhat difficult to read, but they say: I'm going to be a big brother/sister. Then on the back of Bradley's it says: AGAIN. While the back of Emmy's says: FINALLY!

Why Blog?

My BIL, Brian, has begun a family history podcast called Family History Minute. If you're not familiar with a podcast, it's similar to talk radio, but you don't have to tune in at the exact time of your favorite program, you just download it, or better yet, subscribe to it. Then every time your favorite podcast(s) come out, it will automatically download to your computer and you can listen to it whenever and however you want.

Anyway, he called me to ask me why I blogged. I explained to him this is my way of keeping a journal (his latest episode of Family History Minute promoted journaling). I explained to him that I have tried countless times to begin a journal. I've tried everything from spiral notebooks to hard-backed & bound journals with my name inscribed very nicely in gold-leafing across the front. I've tried using word processors. I've tried many different venues and I always give up. It becomes either becomes tedious, unsavory or simply forgotten on a shelf.

Using a blog, specifically this blog gave me an attractive pallette to work with; and it's not the same one everyone else is using. There are dozens of color choices, layouts, etc. This website allows me to illustrate each blog if I choose with pictures of my choice. Never would I have taken the time to grab a 4x6 picture and glued it into one of my journals.

I'm on my computer daily....and lots during that day - even if it's just checking my e-mail. I'm am reminded to keep it up. My computer doesn't get lost under a bed or left on a bookshelf to gain dust.

One other reason I love blogging is it gives me the opportunity to share my writing. Rarely did I have the occasion to share my writing with others. Never would I hand my personal journal to my friend and said, "here, check this out. I wrote something about you." It's just not done. both of us would feel uncomfortable in this scenario. This gives me a creative outlet and allows people to see it and even comment on it. Plus, the fact that I know people are reading it gives me extra motivation to keep it up. Before no one would know I hadn't made an entry for months at a time.

I LOVE IT! I'm definitely addicted. I've never been able to keep a journal up this consistently OR for this long. Thanks to my girls for inspiring me to start one. I will also say, if you aren't doing either, give something a try. Your family will thank you one day for keeping records of your life.

What's In a Name?

Yes, I've been tagged. The initial question, I think, was what did you name your kid(s) and why?

Naming a child is surprisingly an overwhelming responsibility. I always made name lists growing up - not kidding, like since I was 12 and never thought it would be such a big deal when I was older. I loved the unusual, the gender un-specific, all those names that my future husband would hate. It wasn't until we were actually pregnant when we decided that we loved the idea of using our ancestor's names. This was a double positive because it made me fascinated with my own family history. Side note: we have records of one of my maternal lines goes back to the year 6 AD...crazy, eh?

Anyway, my eldest, Bradley Steven, wasn't decided on until 2 days after he was born. We went to the hospital with a list of four names and he just looked like a Bradley to us. Though Bradley isn't in our heritage, we had loved the name all throughout the pregnancy and Steven's best friend from childhood to college days was named Bradley. From the beginning I wanted Steven to be apart of his name, whether it was 1st or 2nd, I didn't care. I just didn't want a Jr. So if Steven were the first name, he would have gone by his middle name.

Bradley makes sure he goes by just that: Bradley; NOT Brad. He's very quick to correct you if you by chance forget -- even if you're his mother.

My little one, Emmy, is actually Amelia Maree. Her name was decided on before we got pregnant. Her middle name is the same as my middle name while her first name is after my great grandmother. Bradley couldn't say Amelia while I was pregnant, so for some reason Emmy stuck. It wasn't until a few months after she was born that Grandma R* (the daughter of Emmy's namesake) called me and told me that her mother's nickname was Emmy as well. We had no idea and I felt an even closer kinship with my great grandmother.

Emmy still has a difficult time saying Amelia. We're not sure when we'll begin calling her that, or if we ever will. It's just too pretty of a name to just be found only on a birth certificate.

As for future children, we'll hopefully will be having to think of one soon if all goes as planned .... wink, wink. We feel very blessed with what we have and feel lucky and priveledged to be parents of such wonderful monkeys.

Now it's my turn to tag you. I'm not sure who's been tagged, but I'm going to tag Terica and Laura, mostly because they're non-Texans and are less likely to have been tagged by the Texas Ring of Bloggers.