I miss

I looking through some old documents and I found some of my old photos. It made me miss photography

Oh wook!!

This is McKay's new phrase of the week. It's pretty cute. As he points to everything, "Oh wook!" He has been saying this to the fish a lot too. "Oh wook, fishy" (Speaking of our fish, we threw most of them back into to pond, because they just kept dying. I know they are just going to drain the pond next month and they are going to die anyways. But at least they have one more month to live. As for the tadpoles they are doing very well, getting big and leggy. )

McKay has really started to talk, and it is so fun. He yells Mommy all the time. Our conversations go something like this. "Mommy, Mommy!" Yelling "What McKay?" "Oh wook"

What a goofy boy we have!

Fishy, Fishy, Fishy

Christina and I went to bed around 11 p.m. last night. It is somewhat unusual for both of us to be in bed that early, so the night already started off strange. Then, at 12:19 a.m. (I remember specifically) the doorbell rang. I don't know if I've ever even heard the doorbell before that. Bella, of course, went crazy with the most ferocious bark I've ever heard her make. Nobody visits us during the day time, now in the middle of the night?

I managed to find some pants and stumbled to the door, still wondering if I had dreamed the whole thing -- and wishing for the first time that I owned a handgun. I was still hoping there wasn't really anybody there when a flashlight beam went across the window next to the door. Now, I was officially terrified (as if I wasn't before). I peaked through the blinds, and, believe it or not, felt yet another wave of adrenalin pump into my blood stream, further increasing my terror. It was a police officer.

I did a mental checklist to make sure the I KNEW McKay was in bed -- and then wondered if someone could have gotten in without me knowing. In retrospect, it was a strange thought, since even if something had happened to McKay, I have no idea how they would connect him to us. (As a side note, I am now considering having our names and phone numbers tattooed on his butt...)

I cracked the door just a tiny bit, and the officer asked if I owned the pickup in front of our house. Finally, the rush began to subside. Imagine being relieved at this thought: "Whew, its only that somebody ran into my truck." But it wasn't that, either. He just wanted me to move my truck, because, well, because the whole road had flooded, and the water was creeping its way up our driveway.

Turns out a water main had busted, not 15 feet from our driveway. I rolled up my pants and waded through water deeper than my ankles to move my truck into the high part of our driveway. (Thank heavens I drive a pickup and not a small Honda or something...)

It took awhile to fall back asleep, as I stressed about them demolishing the entire road in front of our house, and me not being able to get out to go to school in the morning to take my exam, and debating calling one of my friends in the middle of the night. Finally, though, sleep came, and carried me through the night -- until about 5 a.m., when the backhoe showed up. I monitored the situation for awhile, making sure they weren't going to block me in, and then caught another hour of sleep from about 6 to 7 a.m.

The damage seemed to be minimal, except for not having water for most the day and mud deposits on the road. We do live next door to a little pond, though, so that complicated the flood somewhat -- like all the little Coy fish that got washed out into various mud puddles around our house. Thank heavens, though, that our one-woman rescue team (Christina) jumped into action, grabbing live fish with her BARE HANDS and carrying them back to the pond.

She also netted hundreds (without exaggeration) of minnows and a handful of tadpoles, complete with little legs just starting to form, for her own collection. (Since a very stern man with a quiet voice came and told her not to put the minnows or tadpoles back in the pond.) Because they are draining the pond in a few weeks to get all the mud out. Now, what are we going to do with them? I am wondering the same thing...

So I guess it's our anniversary ?

So Michael came home with a plant and a card that said "Happy anniversary!" Missed the memo. We have this debate every year. When did we start dating? Well it was sometime between the middle of Oct and the end of Nov. Because right before I left home for Thanksgiving break, he told me he loved me. I thought he was crazy. I barely knew this kid.

So I guess we picked a middle ground 6 years ago. Nov. 8

It wasn't until January we had our first kiss.

In March he told me, "I will marry you." I laughed, "What ever." It took me a few years to realize I wanted to marry him and he was right. I guess it's good i'm so forgetful, so he can surprise me each year!

Instead...

I should up because I'm taking care of a newborn, instead I'm up in the middle of the night because I can't sleep but whats new.

I should be so dead tired because I have two kids.

I should be wondering how I'm going to make it with two babies under the age of two, instead I'm wondering how I'm going to make it without him.

We should be buying two sizes of diapers.

We should be late to things because we have two kids.

I should be happy and not care that my friends and family are pregnant, but instead it hurts and I get easily hurt by how insensitive people can be to me.

I should be happy and grateful that I have two healthy boys, instead I get to wonder what I did to deserve this.

Instead I get to worry about if I'll ever want to get pregnant again. Because it will be the longest 9 months of my life, hoping and praying that I'll even get 9 months with my baby.

Bye Bye Mommy/ New house pictures

My mom left yesterday. I hope she had a good time. We didn't do a lot of fun things because it was just to hot. It was great having her here, she helped clean, put away stuff, unpacked boxes, made dinner, played with McKay, babysat McKay and even played with Bella. I realize we didn't take any pictures of my mom being here or her with McKay. So I guess I will just post pictures of my new house and some things we worked on while she was here.

Kitchen

Breakfast nook, where we eat

part of the living room

Door to the back yard

Other side of the living room

front door/ McKay's play area. I tried using totes to keep McKay in his play area, he's not to sure about that idea.

Laundry room

front door

McKay and Bella's bathroom

McKay's room

Hallway to master bedroom

Master bed room

Master bathroom shower

Walk in closet

More of the master bathroom

Backyard more like the porch

More backyard

I put up all my Willow Tree angels up. We have to be careful because McKay loves to climb up my shelves and knock everything down. Looks like we will have to build higher!

My mom helped put Connor's shadowbox together.

Well... I got selected to stay in the West Valley...

Does it ever end???

So my mom went to the cemetery to see Connor's head stone. It wasn't there....It's been 2 1/2 weeks since it was finished and dropped off. After doing some calling around she found out, there was a big fat fee waiting for us to pay....Yuck!! $245 + $90= $335 Seriously? It will be a miracle if we make it through this school year without taking out another loan, which I don't even think we can. We are already short more then $1,200 this month.

My mom to coming!!

My Mom is coming tomorrow!! My mom had already booked her tickets before everything had ended. So hopefully we can have a good time. I hope it will cool down some so we can have a good time!!

Sunday Afternoon Fun!

OK, so I wanted some grand blog post. This isn't really it, but it's time to post something new. I just keep getting further behind.

We have had a lot of new things happen in the last few weeks. We went back to Arizona, we moved into a house, we had to pay a lot of money to get out of an apartment, Michael started his second year of Medical school, and we still have to decide if we are going to be moving again in 9 months (that has to be decided in the next 4 days). That's just to name a few things.

Anyway, I will start off with today:

We went to church this morning. Going to church has been really hard lately. It's an emotional roller coaster every week. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but very draining by the end of the day.

That aside -- on to the cute stuff! So there's not much to do on Sunday afternoon. We got spoiled in Utah with cousins every Sunday night. I really wasn't going to let McKay get to wet, because it's Sunday. Bella, McKay and I were just playing in the backyard. I got a Tupperware tub and filled it with water. I thought McKay could just splash in it and I could put my feet in -- because it is HOT!! Well, McKay had other plans, he hopped in and thought it was a pool party. Oh well!

I was done being outside and McKay was soaked. I started taking his diaper off, but it was too late. Michael informed it was poopy. So I really couldn't put it back on. I didn't want to carry a bare-bottomed poopy boy back in the house, either. So.........

I just sprayed him down with the hose! The best part: He thought it was fun. By the way, hose water in Arizona is NOT cold.

My Shoes

My Shoes

"I am wearing a pair of shoes. They are ugly shoes. Uncomfortable shoes. I hate my shoes. Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair. Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step. Yet, I continue to wear them. I get funny looks wearing these shoes. They are looks of sympathy. I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs. They never talk about my shoes. To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable. To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them. But, once you put them on, you can never take them off. I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes. There are many pairs in this world. Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them. Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much. Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt. No woman deserves to wear these shoes. Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman. These shoes have given me the strength to face anything. They have made me who I am. I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child/children".

Author Unknown

Little Robbie's birthday

We had fun! I think it was the first time in a month we had a great time!

New family picture!

Morgan having a good time!

Birthday boy!

Colton and me, he wasn't to sure!

I think this was the first time I had laughed in a long time, it felt good!

McKay loved the water slide. He could barely climb up the stairs.

posted: 8.28.11

Puppy Face

This is what happens when mommy gets bored! My mom had this face painting kit, so I thought I would try it out on McKay. The paint was oil based, so it didn't work so well and this kid would not sit still.

13 months and he still barely has teeth!

posted 8.28.11