Whirl wind.

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This week is crazy busy.

Let me give you a run down.

Monday: Well child check up for Rowdy + pre-op physical + pre-registration at the hospital + drive time = exhausted.

Tuesday: Swimming lessons, grocery shopping, LAUNDRY, bathe Tip, she's getting fixed tomorrow, clean so I'm less stressed.

Wednesday: Tip to the Vet by 8 am, last minute prep for being preoccupied for the rest of the week. Rowdy can't have anything to eat or drinnk after 10 pm. Yikes!

Thursday: Rowdy to the hospital @ 6:15 am. Colt to an unspecified sitter before then. Chaos and recovery for the rest of the day. Make sure one of my E-Town friends collects Tip from the vet.

Friday: Rowdy back in O-Town for a post-op appointment at 9:55 am.

Saturday: Rest and regroup.

Wow. I'm exhausted just writing all of that down. I'm really hoping that I can get all of the little things done, there is so much more than just what's on this list. But I'm jsut hoping I stay sane. I also am hoping that I don't cry....call me, make me laugh. Life is good but not always perfect, and this week I feel like I am living by everyone elses schedule. Good thing there is always next week.

Summer 2009

My kid brother got his LDS mission call to the Tacloban Phillipines Mission. We are super excited for him, it wasn't Boise.

My mom had been planning a hoorah for all of us to be tgether this summer, and it just so happened we went to the Manti Pageant in Manti Utah of all places. My hubsters mom and stepdad have a cabin down there. So, wouldn't you know it. 11 adults, 2 kids, 3 toddlers, and 1 infant piled into one house for roughly 4 days.

I quite frankly enjoyed myself. Have I mentioned I love my family.

We were full blown tourists. Rowdy and Red, Rowdy's not so sure of the scenery.

I think Rowdy was a little bit scared of the scenery.

Maybe terrified.

This was pretty much his attitude for the entire rest of the pageant. We walked several blocks in Manti during the show. It's a beautiful little town. Maybe next time I'll see less of it and more of the show.

This was the weather, and the reason we walked in the rain. Hey, at least it wasn't hot.

This was the scenery before the pageant started. It was very pretty.

This is my mom, she's married to my dad, she's my sibling mom too. But I'm her favorite. Don't tell my siblings cause I'm pretty sure they think they are her favorite, and I'm all about keepin' the peace.

This is my baby Colt, I call him Dewey for short. You can too.

He takes after his aunt Heidi when it comes to getting his picture taken. They see that lens and their tongue sticks right on out.

This was the tub, It was bathtime, and since my mom raised my sisters and I to be efficient, we decided 3 naked toddlers were better than one. Rwdy wasn't feeling the efficiency.

My mom didn't raise him, But she's welcome to as long as she stresses the efficiency.

3 toddlers make for awfully dirty bath water, don't ya think?

And they all have perfectly polished farmers tans.

In our continued effort to be perfect parents, we found a mosquito and put it on our babies eye, we just wanted to see what he'd do.

Turns out he swolled right up, but didn't pop.

This is my kid brother, he was supposed to be cooking a mean lunch with the manfolk in the family

These are the manfolk in my family, minus my kid brother, they are cooking a mean lunch for all of the women folk and babies. They were moaning and whining...eeerrrr grunting and flexing. It was a bonding experience.

This was the mean lunch. It took approximately 45 minutes from atart to finish. It was delish!!!

Coming up next....The way my family entertains ourselves on vacation.

Visitors.

The other day I had a knock on my door. You might remember way back when Tally had a litter of puppies.

Well we had a visitor, I made her take a picture with her mommy, she was the "big bertha" of the group.

Aside from her cloring, she looked the most similar to her mommy than any of her sisters. Her name is Zoee.

Did somebody mention her sisters? Oh yeah oddly enough they visited at the same time. Imagine that coincidence.

WHat is black and white and cute all over?


A Tally and her babies. Sadie and Izzy

Sadie just happened to visit with Red's little big sister wh is my favorite. She and I have a connection. I love her, I'd have her live with me if she would, but her hub-a-roo, and daughter would miss her. She's great, and she's my favorite did I mention that?

T-Bone also visited. He's a humper. He tried to hump every girl dog here, but I stood up t T-Bone's attitude and I threw a pillow at him when he'd try to hump my girls. He's fixed but it's still so wrong. He was visiting with Red's Grandparents. They came for Colt's baby blessing.

Visiting at the same time was Red's Dad, he hasn't been here before, he came for Colt's baby blessing to. And he was great, super helpful with the kids. They were so happy to have Papa Larry because he was patient when mom and Dad weren't.


Sadie had a great trip and a great adventure. She ran away in Hooper for three days. THREE DAYS! Did I mention she flew here from California? Well she did and about gave Red's little big sister a panic attack. I guess you could say she is a shit of a shitzu. She ended up goign back to California with Red's little big sister though. All is well with her.

Rowdy loves his aunt, and her wants her back just as badly as I do!

He loves me....He loves me not

He LOVES me!

And this is just one of the many ways he shows me.

A crime has been committed

Red gets to stay home with the boys while I on occasion run to the wal-mart. SInce that's the only plce to run to up here.

Well I came home and this is what I saw! Not only are all three of them napping, they are napping without me! And during what would be the ideal nap time no less.

I was majorly offended. And to tell you the truth I still am. I secretly harbor bad feeling towards anyone who gets a good nap time. Just don't tell them.
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What we've been doing lately. Besides facebook.

I'm honestly surprised I'm back this quick! At our house we've been figuring out our new normal. Which not surprisingly consist of lots of jammie time. The boys both are in jammies way more than they should be, but they're fed, healthy and happy. That's what counts right? Please tell me that's what counts.

I think these three are going to be quite the trio. For the most part they are all adjusting well to each other.

We've been figuring out how to balance out our new additon. We are getting pretty good at it.

We've also been taking pictures of Colt for his birth announcement. Turns out he's not that photogenic. I'm pretty sure I won't be using this one.

Or this one. Well maybe when he's old enough to blackmail.

Other than that we've just been chillaxin' round these parts.


P.S. If I don't have your address email it to me and I'll be sure to send you a birth announcement. (cliffhangerse1188@msn.com) Thanks!

And life looks good

I'm not sure what lesson if not several I was supposed to learn yesterday, but I'll continue to learn them I'm sure.

After I posted the city workers came by and told me my car was in the way of the plow, I explained why it was there, and that I couldn't move it. The worker listened and informed me that I had 24 hours to take care of this. As you can imagine, this was just one mre reason to cry.

I called Red and left him some messages. He works with explosives so he has to keep his phone off a lot. And then I prayed, I prayed good and hard.

Later last night my Mom called after my sister read my post to her. She was going to be bring me money after she got done working. My sister was going to bring me a few groceries in the mid-morning, and between the two of them things were loking up for me and my sorry self.

The phone rang and it was our home-teacher. He'd called Red knowing it was his week off, to see when would be a good time to give a lesson. Red was on the ball enough to say "We don't really need a lesson, but we could use a favor and a gallon of milk." He explained the situation, and Brother Howell was right on top of things. His wife was running a few errands and would be back at eight with some milk and then he was going to come over.

Eight'o'clock came, so did he with the Elder's Quorum president who lives at the end of the block. And he brought me a gallon of milk. They worked my car out from where it was.

At 10:30 p.m. Red called and was coming home, for who knows how long, but long enough to help out. He carries cash and he has a work truck that he can use for private use, so he'll be able t get me to my credit union today.

Anyways I'm grateful Heavenly Father answers my prayers, I'm also grateful for my good family and ward members who made me feel better about life last night. I am grateful to know I'm never alone. Most of all I'm grateful for the good days!

Uuuggghhhh!

Today I went to the gas station to fill up the pick up. The low fuel light was on so it was vital that I get gas. I swiped my card at the pump. It said "see cashier." I waited for the pump to reset. Tried again. Same thing. So I tried my other card. Same thing. I tired them both probably three times.

I went inside and thought I'd prepay. I asked the lady at the counter to check my card. She swiped it an said it had been reported stolen. STOLEN! It is my card with my name on it. She took the card and wouldn't give it back even thught she checked my I.D. Which has VOID punched in it because I'm waiting for this states license to come in the mail. Now I'm with out a debit, or credit card.

I got in the truck and called the bank. Appearantly they cancelled my cards with some sort of a block because important information about my account was stolen by a middle-man company. The cards are being sent but won't be here for seven to ten days. There is a credit union here in town that I could get money from if I had a license that didn't say VOID on it. What the HELL! I'm stuck here without any gas and I needed groceries like milk for my baby cause we aren't doing formula anymore and I can't do anything. I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday and the only vehicle with any gas is my car that's stuck on the street, cause the snow is so deep around it.

My week is pretty much goone to crap. I really feel alone, and ridiculous. My "low fuel" light is still on and I don't ever carry cash so it's going to be a rough few days till I figure something out. If you have any advice feel free to send it my way.

Here's some tidbit's about my weekend/life.

I'm hoping someone else out there can share there weekend woes with me. I don't like being alone.

The weekend started out great, just like any other weekend. My house was clean, which is so abnormal. My laundry was caught up, again abnormal. My husband was going to get a day at home before his time off, again abnormal.

We planned my babies first birthday party for the first of February. His birthday is on the seventh, but Red is supposed to work. I already ordered cake, and balloons, cause I was trying to be efficient and plan ahead. When Red came home, he filled me in on the fact that his work is super-crazy-busy, and he has to work his week off. I shouldn't cmplain when the rest of the counrty is looking for work and we have extra, but five weeks with my baby and not really any relief seems a bit daunting.

I talked to my sister who is super organized and more on the ball than I'll ever be, and she was wondering if the same Sunday the birthday party was on was the same Sunday as the Super-Bowl. If I was married to any ther man besides Red I would have probably knwon that when I planned the party, and made invitations. But, here's a fact, Red is the one man on this earth who has no interest or passion for any organized sport whatsoever. I was glad my sister brought this up. Why would I be glad? I live in another state than all the family I invited, just an hour away. But, I'd feel bad to have everyone think they need to spend a relaxing Super-Bowl Sunday driving and doing a baby birthday party, because you know, they are super exciting.

Red and I did some damage control and called those we invited and let them know of the change of plans, because now he can get someone he works with to cover for him for the evening of our babies real birthday. Lucky for us this woked out, we only had a few kinks.

Sunday morning, Red left for work at 2:30 a.m. I stayed in bed till 7. I got up got ready for church, and looked out the window, we had about 4 inches of snow. Yipee! The car was parked outside of the garage and the truck was parked inside. We've had great weather so I've been driving the car lately. I went and switched the carseat, coats, and other things to the truck. I live at the top of a hill and this state doesn't believe in plowing or salting the roads, they don't do a thing. When it's snowy I always take the truck. Red drives his work truck, and we both have 4x4. I backed the car out of the driveway, and I got stuck in the middle of the road, just kitty-crner from my house. I worked on it for about fifteen minutes. My neighbors across the street just watched, nice neighbors huh? I went back and called Red crying cause I wasn't sure what to do. I can't just leave my car in the middle of the road. He called my uncle for help. He lives on the other side of town, it took him about fifteen minutes to get to my house. At this point I'm late for church, and I haven't called anyone to let them know. Which means my class has to go with someone else.

In the meantime, while I was waiting for my uncle to come I was getting Rowdy ready for church, I was ont he phone and walking out of his bedroom and I whacked his little head on the doorway. I burst into another balling fit. At this point I'm feeling like nothing but a failure. My day was going from bad to worse.

My uncle came and moved my car. I started balling when I saw him pull up. Funny thing abut this pregnancy, when I start crying I am usually on the verge of tears the rest of the day. So, I cried the whole way to church and I held back tears the rest of the day. I came home and got Rowdy put down for a nap made some cookies to take to my aunt and uncles house and crashed myself. The rest of the day I didn't really dare to do much.

I'm glad this is the start of a new week. My anniversary is on Saturday, 5 years! I'll probably be spending it alone, because Red is wrking this week, remember, it's supposed to be his week off. Hopefully I'll get to see him sometime. And hopefully I can shake this "down in the dumps" feeling.

Hmm.. Maybe his name should have been 'Danger'

Maybe the last few weeks are a simple preview of my life and what's to come.


In the last two and a half weeks this boy has done the following:

-Smashed his finger backwards in a drawer, which resulted ina trip to the E.R.

-Fell on a door stop, which cut his lipfrom front to back and a small cut in his gums

-Ate magnets, which means I get to dig through his poop

-Fallen off the high side of the couch

-Swallowed Jet Dry


Sometimes I catch myself wondering if it would be any different if he were a girl.

"Man-Signals"

Let me begin with my story. Last night Red (My husbands new name, which he shall be known here on out) was home for the evening from business. We made dinner together, cleaned up, he bathed Rowdy and got him snug in his bed, and I wasn't quite as tired as most normal nights since I had more help than a nrmal night around here.

I sat infront of the couch, because I love to sit on the floor in front of my couch. Next time I'll just buy a wall. Anyhow, Red came over, sat behind me on the couch, he likes to sit on the couch, he started giving me a back rub. Oh, Ooh, did my ever pregnant back need a back rub. Have I ever mentioned Red gives REALLY great backrubs? Well, he started to slow down, almost like he was going to stop, I shifted and showed him another problem of my ever pregnant ever painful back. He rubbed a little bit more, squoze a boob and continued to rub my back for another good long while. He started to stop, and I let him know there was another problem area.

I was literally in heaven. My back hasn't felt so nice in weeks. All my kinks were slowly being worked out. And then he stopped, sighed a big old sigh, and announced "I'm going to bed, you're ignoring all my Man-Signals." and with that he walked down the hall.

WHAT!! You mean he wasn't rubbing my back because I am carrying his second baby while caring for and nurturing his first? He wasn't rubbing my back because he felt sorry I'm pregnant and I'm probably going to get more stretch marks!? He didn't give Rowdy a bath and get him to bed early because he felt so bad for me for having to do that most nights all on my own, and wanted me to have a break? He didn't help me with dinner and the dishes, because he knows my feet get sore by 5 p.m.? Those were all MAN-SIGNALS for sex?

How could this be possible that I didn't read the MAN-SIGNALS all night? That he was really were buttering me up for some passion between the bed sheets? Is my brain really pregnant cloudy mush?

And get this, when I tried to play it cool, like I'm a regular Rico-Suave, he read right through me.

What's a girl to do? Tell me, would you have made my same mistake? Would you have been smarter than me? Would you have understod Red and known his outgoing signals? Please, I'm very interested to hear?


I offered to give him a back rub....with his shirt off.

Back With Good Intentions

Alright, let me tell you how much I enjoyed my blogging break. I feel great about it! Every once in a while it's nice to go, and not let this blog of mine be a concern. But, alas my break is over.

I hope all of you had a good Christmas and New Year's. Our's was good.

This is the only picture where Rowdy looks like he is slightly cncerned about the camera on Christmas morning. Frankly, all his new toys were way more exciting than posing for mom with the camera.


This has been fun. With this cold weather the wildlife come down lower where they'll find more vegetation. I took this picture from my bedroom window. They have been coming around every evening. Tally loves it. She gets all ferocious, and it makes my husband squirm, because we had to go and buy a house in the city limits, so it does no good to even try to track these guys.


We've settled right back into post holiday life around here. And this little nut is silly as ever. He is getting really funny. I can't even believe his birthday is coming up soon.


Are we really qualified to be parents? Wait don't answer that.


And some of the exciting news was I got to have my funnest sister-in-law ever come and stay for a few days. And even better she took the last puppy with her. Bonus!


Now we are officially a puppy free home. Yay! Now, I am getting to the things I have really been wanting to get to. Our guest bedrom has been stripped and is in the process of being remodeled. We are refinishing the ceilings, putting up new trim and new doors. I'll post a picture when all is said and done. I am the most excited to start having color in this way-to-white house of mine.

Do you ever get that look?

You know, the one where you look like a deer in the headlights.

A couple of nights ago we were winding down for the night. Just having conversational chit chat with each other. Rowdy was wearing us both out. I was addressing Christmas cards or something equally exciting. My husband was building a fire in the fire place, which by the way is his latest obsession.

I looked up from my unexciting task at hand and said "Hey husband, Rowdy got you a really cute Christmas present this year. It's small but I think you'll like it."

I got that look followed by an immediate "Uuuhhh, hey, do you know where that list you wrote for me went?" He started looking around the room trying to look calm, but you can totally tell when a mans mind is a bit frantic.

I love my husband, and as much as I love him and respect him, I would never want to trade brains with him.

Today I am glad I am not a man. Especially my husband, whom I love to pieces.

11 Days Old

These little babies are doing great! Even thought they are only 11 days old it seems like they all have doubled in size. They are all eating well, Their little dew-claws have been removed and they've recovered well.

These are the most maintenance free pets on the planet! Tally does everything for them, I am hardly bothered at all. However I do occasionally peek in on them (like, every day!) It makes me sad to think on just mere weeks they'll all be gone. If my hubby were sweeter to me he would let me keep them all. We both know how impractical that would be though.

This whole experience has made me hope and pray that I never end up with multiples. Tally is mothering nearly 24/7 without a break or a husband for relief. I seriously don't think I could do it. that and her little ta-ta's are so stretched out and saggy. (Yikes!)

This one looks the most like her Daddy.



This one is the runt, she is doing great!


This one's fur is turning brown around one eye, and she's getting some light tan spots on her belly.


This one looks the most like her Mommy.

Yucky!

I was helping my hubby down stairs and I came up the stairs and this is what I saw...

I ran downstairs and I grabbed my hubby and the camera, and we snapped a few pics, and we chuckled to ourselves.

Then we said "What are you doing?"

Then I'm sure he thought "Dammit I'm caught red-handed!"

Disclaimer-all dog chow was taken out of his mouth, the mess was cleaned up and so was the baby....Let's all hope this crime isn't committed again.