We're back and the blog is now way behind

We are back home and my oh my, does it feels good to be home!

But oh how I love being with Family for the Holidays. The food, the fun, the games, the laughing, the memories made. I love it all, from the fighting and sleep deprived nights to the silly goofy times, it all makes the Holidays what they are to me, time spent with Family.

We had a good two weeks at my folks home. C's Parents even got to come spend a couple of days with us, it was so good to see them and the kids loved being able to visit BOTH sets of G-parents.

Two weeks of living out of suitcases isn't ideal for a family of four but it was well worth it! Next year we'll be a family of 5 and I think we'll just stick around here so I'm glad we squeezed in one more Christmas out West with the Family.

We had a LONG day yesterday flying back home. UGH is the only word to describe how that day went. I'm not complaining but there is just no way I can say "It is so fun spending 14 hours in one day flying from airport to airport getting on air plane after air plane with two kids." It was fine, nothing major happened just a couple of small delays and for that I am thankful, but spending a whole day trying to keep your spirits up and your kids happy and not hate each other in the end is exhausting to say the least. Thank heaven my kids are fairly good on airplanes! They are getting older and so they are much easier to contain on a small confined airplane or several airplanes in our case! The disadvantage of flying from one small air port to another.... you HAVE to have at least one layover and in our case two.

To end on a positive note.....We survived it yay! And we are happy to be home......for now :) I'm sure missing our family will kick in soon enough and my spoiled kids will realize being spoiled here with only Mom and Dad around just doesn't happen.

Thank You Thank You Mom and Dad for "making" us come out for Christmas, we loved it and we are so thankful to you for all you do for our little Family.

He just doesn't get it

So I don't want to leave the blog with that last depressing post, so I will tell you a funny story about my J boy (again, it's always about him these days, I know).

He's not quite getting this whole "baby in my tummy" thing. Some times I think he understands where the baby is growing and other times, not so much.

We got those magazines/booklets they give you at the Doctors office that show those really amazing detailed pictures of the process and growth of the fetus in the womb. You know the ones I'm talking about right? My kids both love looking at each stage. E asks "where is our baby at?" and I'll show her the picture of the week in which our baby is at. It's cute how interested in it she is, and she gets it. Although, now, she's asking "How does the baby get in the tummy?" Uh I'll tell ya that when you're older! She'll say "Is it like a trick?" Yeah, it's a trick you can know some day, and only use when you're married.

Well J boy does not put it together that the baby is in MY tummy and not just in the book.

One day he was carrying around the little booklet looking at each phase and picture saying "This is what the baby looks like!"
So I asked him "Yes, buddy but where is the baby?" He points to the book and says "In the bubble." By that, he means the Yolk sack. In each picture it shows the baby inside the sack and to him it's "the bubble"

So I tell him "Yes, it is in its bubble but that is just a picture. There is a bubble and baby that is in my tummy, that is why my tummy is getting bigger."

I then explain to him that the bubble is in the tummy and it helps protect the baby while it grows in MY tummy (with emphasis on "in my tummy" in hopes of him getting it). I then tell him that he was once a tiny baby just like that one, in my tummy and that he had a bubble too, to help protect him until he was ready to come out and be with us.

I say to him "You were in a bubble in my tummy a long time ago too, and then when you were ready to come out the bubble popped and out you came." I thought maybe he'd like to know that he was once like the baby too.

Apparently that was not a good thing to say. He bursts into tears, real tears, and is crying and saying "NO! I want my bubble, don't pop my bubble, I want my bubble!" then he says "Don't pop the baby's bubble, don't pop it!"

I had a hard time not laughing, I really was trying to take him seriously but I could not help but chuckle and smile at his response to his "bubble being popped". So of course he gets mad at me for laughing at him. I try to explain that he was ready to come out and didn't need his bubble any more but he still was upset about it.

What a funny kid.

His poor bubble got popped and he wants it back!

Being honest with you and myself

I'm just gonna spill my guts out right now, OK. Hope you don't mind but some times blogging is like therapy. This may be a little depressing, sorry.


This is the weirdest pregnancy for me by far. I'm not enjoying it at ALL, though I am trying to be excited about it for my kids' sake. Yes, it is even more weird than the last one that wasn't really real.

I am not a "freak-out-over-every-little-thing" kind of person. I usually have common sense and try to use it when needed. I don't like drama all that much and avoid making it happen in my life. I believe it was because of what happened with my last pregnancy, that this pregnancy I have become that person I don't want to be. I'm not really that person "out loud". I don't vocalize my fears and overreactions. I try not to show even my husband (except for one time so far) that I'm being this way because like I said, I don't like drama. I can't help but get these freaked out thoughts in my head. I hate it. I hate being that paranoid person, because usually I'm not.

I'm going to say something and hopefully no one takes it the wrong way, but I'm just being honest with you and myself.......

I do NOT love being pregnant, ever. I don't necessarily hate it, I just have a hard time enjoying it completely. I feel guilty for feeling this way because I see and hear other Mothers-to-be say how much they love being pregnant. Well I just don't love it. I love certain things about my pregnancies, one being the miracle that it is that there is life growing inside me and what it brings to my life, a beautiful child. I love to feel the movement of the baby inside me but I don't love the whole process of it all. You might be saying "well you must get really sick, so of course you won't love it." Well no, I don't get really sick. I get a little sick at the beginning for the first ten weeks and then it's gone. I don't have terrible complications with my pregnancies, well besides J boy being 5 weeks early but that was just a weird fluke thing, so what do I have to complain about right? Nothing! I just can't find that "OH I love this so much!" feeling that some women get with each pregnancy. Maybe it's because I gain like 55lbs with each one! OK I didn't gain that much with J boy but I truly did with E and I came close with J. But really that doesn't bug me all that much because I can always lose the weight. Maybe it's because I hate my maternity clothes. I hate all maternity clothes. For some reason I put them on and instantly I feel ugly and fat. I think other women look so good pregnant and their maternity clothes look so cute on them but when I look at myself in my "fat clothes" I just don't love it. Maybe I just hate all the yuck that comes with pregnancy....ya know heartburn, constipation, cramps, stretchmarks, you know....the works! But no one really loves that either, I guess.

So what is my reason for not LOVING being pregnant?!

Why do I not love or even like being a pregnant Mamma? It's a mystery. Please tell me some of you feel the same way. Please tell me that I'm not the only one, that this is normal.

Going on with my thoughts on this pregnancy being a weird one for me....

It's weird because I can't find myself happy at all, at this point, for this child I will soon have. I guess I don't want to get too attached to the baby "just-in-case". Just in case something goes wrong and I miss carry again. I know I'm way past the risky point in the pregnancy and my Doctor says everything looks good, but there is still that 5% that I could be in. So in a way I guess I'm protecting myself by not letting myself believe it's real. Since I'm already the type of pregnant person that doesn't enjoy being pregnant then to add this fear on top of that, well I feel really bad about this but I can't stop it. I can't stop myself from being this weird person that I am right now, that I'm normally not. I hate it. I hate when I feel crampy (which is totally normal in all pregnancies and I KNOW this) and then I start to get freaked out and get panicky. I hate it when I start to get excited about having another child, another baby to hold, and then my weird self tells me not to and pushes those good thoughts out. I hate it when people congratulate me and I try to show that I'm happy too and I feel like I have to fake it. I mean I like it when people say congratulations, I think it is very nice of them but I hate that I can't respond better, ya know? Am I making any sense?

I am happy to be having another child, and I'm not at the same time and I don't know how that is possible but it is how I feel with this pregnancy. I can't find myself getting excited but I am trying to. I do love, however, my kids' response to the whole "baby is coming" idea. I love that they talk about it all the time, it makes me forget about being weird. I love that J boy tries so hard to understand what it all is, he's so confused and it's pretty funny some times. I love it when my hubby rubs my already bulging belly with love, it makes my heart skip a beat. I love that my good friend and neighbor is excited, REALLY excited for me because it makes up for me not being like that. I love that my Mom (and family but mostly my Mom) is SO excited and wants to shop for me and the baby and I love that, it helps too. I'm working at getting more excited for another baby but it's a slow process with this one and I can't help but feel guilty about it. I don't ever want to tell this child "I couldn't be excited for you" because I am, but I am not, and how do you explain that to your kid. I guess I'll just have to lie. I bet once I get HUGE (cause I do get huge) I'll be excited to get the baby out which will hopefully get me excited to meet it.

Am I an awful person? Because I'm feeling like one. Maybe when I find out what we're having I'll be more excited, who knows what will do it for me but I hope it happens sooner rather than later.

Okay I'm done, I've said enough I think.

Flash Back Friday #2 Dating while at College, good times.

I didn't know what to share for my flashback Friday. I was having a really hard time trying to think of some thing to share that would be some what interesting.

I guess I could share my appendix story, but maybe you are sick of hearing about hospital visits, besides it will never compare in awesomeness, as was C's appendix story was pretty awesome.

After much delay in trying to think of a fun flashback this is all I got....This memory will only be fun for those who once attended good 'ol Ricks college or Adrienne, my roommate who was there with me, or Ricky Martin j/k :)

Freshman year of College, Fall '99

My very first roommate and I hit it off from the start. Adrienne showed up at our apartment for the first time wearing pretty much the same out fit I was wearing, shoes and all, and we had a very similar hair cut. We looked at each other and knew at that moment we'd be friends. We ended up sharing a room and the rest is history. Today she is still one of my best friends who I love keeping in touch with. I can't wait to live closer to her so we can visit each other often. She is the reason I was so attracted to Canadians in the first place. She was a cute Canadian girl with a lot of personality and she was just so fun to be around. She used to tell me all the time "You're gonna marry a Canadian some day." I think she was brainwashing me because after that whenever I'd meet a guy at school that was from Canada I had this immediate attraction to them, so C had that going for him from the beginning. All he had to do next was show me his bum and he was set, I was sold :) (read my first flashback if you are confused about that last comment)

Anyway....
The fun memories I have with her are many but there is one I remember in particular.
She ended up dating a guy, Ryan was his name. They hooked it up during one of these two semesters while at Ricks. I liked the guy, I guess. He was fun to hang out with and pretty cute and he seemed to treat her ok.

For those of you who have never been to Ricks College, it is like a Glorified High School at its best. It was so fun though! There were dances all the time, which we'd go to all the time in hopes of meeting cute guys.....high school I tell ya, but it was a fun time! Then they had formal Dances and of course Formal "girls choice" dances because the guys are too lame to ask the girls out so this gave us the opportunity to do the asking.

Adrienne wanted to go to one of the Girls Choice dances with her boyfriend and she wanted me to double with her and go with one of his good friends. I was okay with asking him to go with me because we had hung out in a few group settings together and I thought he was cute, best of all he was a Premie.

Ahhh, ha ha ha, that just made me laugh out loud! The funny terms us Mormons come up with, we have our own little language and it just made me laugh right now. I have not used the word "premie" in so long. A Premie is what guys were called before going on their Momrmon Missions, it stands for "Pre-missionary". Premies were awesome because you did not feel pressure to get married. If you dated a RM (Return Missionary) your odds of getting married at 18 went WAY up, like 90%. I liked the Premies, they were a safe choice for me, I wasn't about to get married at 18 :)

So he was cute, he looked like Ricky Martin but younger and cuter, and he was a premie so I was cool with asking him out.

To be honest with you I have no idea how we asked the guys to go to the Girls choice dance with us. I'm sure it was in a cheesy Mormon creative way but for the life of me, I cannot remember how we did it, but we did. We asked them to go to the dance, "MORP" in some cute way and we waited for their response. Mormons are weird, aren't we, but we sure like to have some good clean fun, right?

Going on....


So it was in the wee hours of the morning when I am suddenly awaken by a guy in my room pulling on my arm to get me out of bed. I was a little freaked out. I looked over next to me and Adrienne was being pulled out of her bed by another guy. He blind folded her and walked her out the door. I couldn't tell who these guys were at first and I was a little freaked out. The guy holding my arm began to pull me out of bed and tried blind fold me. I didn't know who it was until he said something, like "Don't be scared, just come with me." I recognized the voice it was Brandon the guy I asked to the dance.

I'm relieved that it's not some weirdo in my room but at this point I realize I was in a small tank top with no bra on and little athletic shorts, that was it. This is Rexburg Idaho here in the fall, it's cold out at night and I did not want to go with him half naked for more than one reason. Before I'm all the way out of bed I say loudly "Wait! let me get some clothes on first."

The look on his face is forever in my memory, it was priceless. Immediately he turns away and walks out my door. I later realized he thought I was completely naked under my blankets. C'mon really? Girls are not like that, guys may like to sleep in the nude but not us ladies. Either way he was not about to see some girl he hardly knew naked. So out the door he went as fast as he could.

I put on some pants and t-shirt and went to the living room where I saw Adrienne Blind folded in a guys sweatshirt. Ryan was holding her hand and they were waiting for me. Brandon gave me a sweatshirt and blindfolded me and we headed out the door. They piled us in the back of their car and we began driving around what seemed like forever.

They drove us around for a quite while and before coming to a stop I had figured we must have gone out of town by now, since Rexburg really is not that big of a town. Finally I feel the car pull off a narrow road and come to a stop. We stumbled around as they helped us out of the car still blind folded. It was a pretty chilly night and I was glad I decided to change into some pants. I remember being lowered down onto the cold ground next to Adrienne with blankets thrown over us. I felt sand go between my toes (I had only flip flops on) and I knew where we were, the infamous St. Anthony Idaho Sand Dunes. These Dunes are pretty awesome and we had been to them several times already during our Freshman year. There were always groups of people going out there to have bonfires and to just hang out in hopes of finding a cute member of the opposite sex to flirt with. HIGH SCHOOL, I tell ya, gotta love it!

We waited....and waited....We could hear them doing something and I could smell gasoline. After much rustling around and mumbling coming from the guys direction we were finally told we could take off our blind folds. Before I did, I could feel the heat on my face and knew there was a fire. We took off our blind folds and in the sand stretched out on a large space of sand, probably a good 15 yards, in front of us were very large letters Y-E-S all squiggled across the sand in flames.

Awwwww ((sigh)) so cute! OK it was a little cheesy for me but I was 18 and thought it was pretty fun and creative of them. I was impressed by the effort they went to respond in a manly yet creative way.

I'm not quite sure how I felt at the time about having a guy come in my room in the middle of the night and pull me out of bed while I was half naked, but it makes for a fun memory of my first year at Ricks College.

Sometimes I tell people I went on a date with Ricky Martin, cause he kinda looks like him.

Then End!

More Randomness. I want to write these things down

I witnessed the kids first pillow fight with each other the other night. That was fun! The intensity in their faces as I encouraged them to whack each other (in the faces none-the-les), was priceless. For some reason they looked as though they really wanted to hurt each other but I'm sure they were just having fun! It was cute and there were very few tears, which surprised me.

The other day I ate Cheerio's for breakfast and then was talking to my daughter who politely told me my breath was stinky. I told her I agreed with her saying "Yeah my breath smells like Cheerio's huh?" her response....."No it smells like the potty!" NICE! Guess I need to clean the Potty first off and second, I need to remember not to forget to brush my teeth after eating Cheerio's before going out in public. Thankfully I ate these before I had brushed my teeth so the problem could be quickly solved.

FYI Cheerio breath= toilet breath.

My cute and silly boy and I did a secret hand shake this morning. He was laughing so hard like I was the funniest coolest Mom ever, I loved it! Soak'n it up while it lasts because soon I will not be so cool in their eyes.

My Son colored a cute Christmas ornament picture and showed it to me all proud saying "Look Mommy what I did." I said to him "Oh buddy that is so pretty!" In a serious face he says "No, cool Mom, it's cool." Sooorrry! I thought not matter who colored it, ornaments were always pretty but noooo if he colored it, it is cool!

The Man of the house finished his finals and did great! I love that feeling but not as much as he does, I'm sure. One more Semester down just three more to go! Now for Christmas Break with lots of Daddy time.

I Sent C to pick up E from school. She waits in the "car rider line" and every day she sees my van pull up she smiles and waves frantically at me. It is so cute every time. Well I knew with Daddy being the one to pick her up she'd be out of control with excitement. I asked Him if they had to check his ID since he usually doesn't pick her up he said "No cause she was waving and yelling 'that's my Daddy, that's my Daddy!' They believed her." I wished I could have seen her face. She loves her Daddy.

E was talking with her Daddy about all kinds of things tonight. It was so cute, it melts my heart to hear them love their Dad so much. I heard her say some thing like "You just know everything huh Dad?" Don't all daughters think that about their Dads? I did and still do :)

hhmmm last bit of news to document....

We're going "home" for the Holidays. To my Folks place. I'm glad, I love family during the Holidays. Well I love Family all the time but it's more special during the Holidays.

Oh one more.....I have a great reason this season not to worry about gaining those Holiday pounds. "I'm eating for two!" will be a phrase I will use often in the next few weeks as the yummy food will be all around.

Yes it's true! We are excited to be having another little Harker join us in May.

Flashback Friday (a little late)

So my friend said we needed to take on a challenge and have this flashback Friday thing on our blogs every week in December or as long as we can do it. I told her I'd give it a shot but I, of course forgot.

The rules were that it had to be a memory of our own from before we were married and had kids, since our blogs right now are mostly about our lives with our husbands and children. She said it might be nice to go back in time before we had them.

So here is my first flashback. I think I'll start with this story of C and me just before we were engaged and move backwards in time with each flashback, does that make sense?

I love this story we have together and the memories it brings to me when we were dating and how hard it makes me laugh every time. here goes.....

Warning: This may be long, I don't know how to make this story shorter, stick with me here it's a good one!

C and I attended BYU-I together. Actually when I first met him I was taking classes but the next year that we dated I came back to Rexburg but just worked full time. We lived right across the street from each other and we were in the same student ward and yes we met the year prior because we were in the same FHE "family", classic!

When we both came back to Rexburg after the summer spent at our parents houses we didn't know if we'd even see each other again, be in the same ward again etc. I was hoping he would be coming back to school there and I was hoping he'd still be in the same apartments because I like the cute Canadian and thought it would be nice if we hooked up when we came back. Later I found out he liked me too and was hoping the same thing. So when we ended up living in the same housing as the year before we pretty much hooked up right away. We never said the official "we're dating" but when we both came back we started hanging out every day and we just knew we were dating. I loved that about us, there was no awkwardness, we both just knew it was right.

About two months of us dating we had a bonding moment and this is when I knew we'd be married one day.....

In October (I believe, but C will correct me if I am wrong) I was planning to attend the Temple for our ward Temple trip. I would be doing just baptisms since I was not yet endowed. I asked C if he was going too but that Friday night he was not feeling well and said he'd probably just sleep in. I was excited to go because I think in the back of my mind I wanted a peaceful place to pray and contemplate this new relationship I had and try and find out if it was what I was hoping it was. It sounds silly now because we had only been dating for a couple of months but I felt strongly I needed to find out if I should persue him more in the "let's take this seriously" kind of way or if it was just another one of my "this is just for fun" relationships. It felt so different with him from the beginning and it kind of scared me but made me excited at the same time. Looking back I felt so mature and "old" at the time and ready to get married, HA! I laugh now at my "feeling so mature", I was so young (22) but I know I was ready.

Going on with the story...
I got up Saturday morning and began to get ready for the temple trip out to the Idaho Falls Temple. I kept getting this nagging feeling not to go. I disregarded it several times because why would the spirit be telling me not to go to the Temple, it was a righteous thing to be doing so I ignored it. As it got closer to leave I could not stop this awful feeling. So I told my roommates to go with out me. I called C to see if he was awake and feeling any better. He sounded awful on the phone as he told me how he was up all night throwing up and had terrible pain in his stomach. I went right over to his apartment which was empty except for him because all his roommates went to the Temple too.

I immediately thought it was food poisoning since we ate the same thing for dinner that night and I felt kind of sick the night before too, but in the morning I felt better. So I ran to the store to buy him some Gatorade to rehydrate him and Activated Black Charcoal (which you can tack in a pill form to help the body absorb or rid itself of the food poisoning or something, all I know is it helps).

After an hour or so of trying to take care of him, he was not feeling any better. Still throwing up, still pain in his stomach. I started getting scared, he looked like he was dying. OK I'm exaggerating a little but he looked terrible and was only getting worse.

Then it was like I knew, I knew what it was. It was that AAHHHH(that was supposed to be the Angelic sounding Aaaahhh) moment of revelation.

Some thing said "Take him to the Hospital it's his appendix." I told him what I thought/knew it was. Being a regular Man and a bit prideful, he was hesitant to let me take him to the ER but then he gave in and let me drive him to good 'ol Madison Memorial Hospital.

The reason I knew this was what it was, was because just a couple years back in '99 my freshman year in College my roommates had to rush me to Madison Memorial for the very same thing, my appendix. For some reason I didn't think of it at first because I was so sure it was food poisoning. At that time of revelation, I knew exactly why I was not supposed to go to the Temple. C was very sick and all his roommates left him without even thinking anything of it. There was no way he could have driven himself to the hospital. So I was to be the one to sacrifice my temple trip to "save him". I was so relieved to know I wasn't crazy and that the spirit did in fact prompt me not to go to the Temple.

I rushed him to the ER. We sit at the check-in desk and as he holds a hospital dish while throwing up he gives his information to the girl/nurse at the desk. She asked what we thought was wrong, what his symptoms were etc. So I tell her I think he has appendicitis. She then watches C throw up again.....OK, I'm trying not to be too gross here but it was pink (from the Gatorade) and black from the Charcoal. The nurse looked at me and said something to the effect of "What did he last have?" I told her I thought it was food poisoning at first and that I gave him activated Black Charcoal. She then nodded and complimented me on my knowledge that that would help with food poisoning.

It was a slow Saturday at the Madison Memorial Hospital ER and so he was taken back pretty quickly. I sat in the waiting room as they wheeled him back, knowing they usually only let family members back there. I know this because they would not let my roommates go back with me when I had my emergency visit for the same thing.

About 10 minutes or so later a nurse comes out and says
"Mrs. Harker, would you like to come back and be with your husband?"

So at this point I am not "Mrs. Harker" but in fact I am still Ms. Weathers. I am not his wife not even engaged to the guy but I pause just a moment and contemplate what to say. I wanted to see him and knew if I told her I was not his wife she might not let me go back. So I jump up and say "Yes, thank you." with a little smirk on my face.

At this point I'm laughing in my head thinking "what have I done." I felt like Sandra Bullock in the movie "While You Were Sleeping" It was kind of fun to pretend to be his wife.

I get back there and the male nurse finishes taking his vitals and leaves the room. I quickly say to C "Ummm so, they think we are married, just so you know. They called me Mrs. Harker and asked if I wanted to see you and I just came back here. If they ask don't tell, OK?" We both laughed about it and let them believe whatever they wanted to.

The Dr. came in what seemed like after not waiting too long in the room. I explained what had gone on the past 12 hours or so with C and tell him that I think it's his appendix. He then confirms my theory and says that it is his appendix and they would get him in to emergency surgery as soon as possible. I get C's parents phone # from him so I could call and tell them what was going on with their Son.

The conversation went some thing like this:
me: Hi is this Celia Cory's Mother?
Celia: Yes
me: This is K I am C's girl friend. I'm just calling to let you know he's here in the Hospital. We found out he has appendicitis and he should be going into surgery in the next hour or so. I thought maybe you'd like to know what was going on. I can call you when he gets out and let you know how it all goes.

I don't remember her exact response but she was very nice and grateful to me that I was able to take him to the Hospital and be with him since she could not be there.

About an hour later they tell us they are ready to take him back to surgery. They had already started his IV earlier and gave him medicine to help with pain. He was a little out of it from the meds so I'm not even sure he knew I was still there. As they wheeled his bed down the hall I followed until we came to the restricted area. I held his hand and he looked at me. The last thing I said was "I'm going to go get some lunch and then I'll come back and wait in your room until you are out of surgery." He smiled and then they wheeled him behind the doors. I felt like I should say "I love you" cause that is what you should say when some one goes off to surgery especially if it's a family member and all the nurses thought we were married. We had not yet said those words to each other and I regretted not saying, not only to keep fooling the nurses into thinking we were married but also because I really thought "I love him". awww ((Sigh))

I went and grabbed some lunch "Mill Hallow" to be exact YUM! I love their sandwiches! I went back to where they told me his recovery room would be and I waited for a while. They wheeled him in all out of it still, he was not fully awake from being put under.

Are you still with me? OK good cause here is the best part of this story....

So the huge male nurse comes in to check his IV and meds and what not and take his vitals. I am sitting next to C's bed in a chair. The nurse is on the other side of him asking him to take deep breaths in and out. C would take one and breath out and Oh my goodness did his breath reek! I had to turn away. Then C would start to fall back asleep. The nurse would tell him to wake up and start breathing deep again. I finally stepped to the end of the bed where they had a chair placed facing the foot of his bed, I couldn't take the smell of stale puke breath any more.

The nurse and C go at this for a while, trying to get him to come out of it. C had on only the hospital gown and the bed sheets were no longer across his legs but down at the end of the bed. I think the nurse took them off so he'd wake up. As the nurse is trying to get him to come out of it C keeps lifting his legs, bending his knees exposing himself a little more each time. Remember I am sitting right at the foot of his bed, and remember this nurse thinks I am his wife. I am keeping my eyes up and not looking at the dark spot between his legs, but C keeps exposing himself more and more as he squirmed more and more in his bed and as he lifted his legs higher and higher. He's obviously not doing it on purpose, he was still so out of it. But if I acted all "scared" about it the nurse would wonder what's wrong with me, I was married to the guy, nothing I shouldn't have seen already right? So I sat there at the end of the bed gazing off to the side trying not to look at C's, well ehm, crotch all the while I am and trying to be discrete about it.

We laugh so hard about it now, it's such a good story to retell.

It doesn't end there....

He finally comes out of it more and starts talking to me, noticing I'm there. He was HILARIOUS to say the least as he was coming out of it. The first thing he said to me was "Did you go and get some lunch?" I told him yes that I went to our favorite place for a sandwich. I can't remember all he said or what he was doing that was so funny. I just remember him asking me the same three or four questions over and over. I would smile every time and tell him the same answers. He would ask in this cute little voice like he was so concerned about me, I had not ever seen this side of him before and it was funny to me. Finally he said to me "Have I already asked you these things?" Yes, like three times! It was funny.

I remember him being more with it when the nurse came back in to give him some shot, I don't know what it was for. I remember getting this shot too after I came out of surgery. I'm sitting right next to C and the nurse comes in and tells him he has to have this shot. He tells C to roll to his side and then he immediately flips open C's gown and begins giving him the shot right in his bum. I am sitting right there on the same side as the nurse and have full view of C's rear end! This time I could not act cool. I looked at his little butt, smiled got up and walked to the other side of the room and faced the other way. I think the nurse began to catch on about us but they never said anything.

So yes, I saw my hubby's crotch and butt all before we were even engaged let alone married :)
C always says I must have really been in love with him to continue the relationship after seeing all that! HA, it's true.

I stayed the day with him and ended up falling asleep on the pull out bed that night. So yes, I spent the night with him too, oooOOooo. Don't worry! The nurses came and went every hour through the night or so it seemed so we were supervised the whole time.

It was such a bonding moment for us. Such good times, good memories :)

Me seeing him in pain, racing him off to the ER, then wheeling him off to surgery knowing at that moment that I loved him, then getting a nice crotch shot as he was coming out of it and to top it all off I got to see his cute little bum. What's not tender about all that?

This picture was taken that winter, so not long after all this had happened. Awww so cute! Oh my look at us, we were so young!

The End!

Random thoughts....

I love how my kids can find joy in such simple things. After having my own children I have really come to know what it means to "become as a little child" like we are told to do in the Bible.

Kids are so honest, fun loving, forgiving, humble (most of the time) they love life, find joy in simple things and the list goes on. I love watching my kids be kids and the example they are to me.

I've been focusing our Holiday season on Jesus Christ of course and J boy is really soaking it up. I love his excitement to learn. E remembers from years past what Christmas is all about. She said to me this morning "Mommy I really love getting presents but I know that's not what Christmas is all about." It was so cute. She wanted express how much she loves getting presents but wanted me to know she knows that's not the most important thing. She is so funny.

We took the kids out on a drive to look at lights one night over the long weekend. They LOVED it (to say the least). Even if they saw just one string of lights on a small house they got so excited yelling out "look more Christmas lights!" We did see a couple of really fun houses, one that was all decked out as the North Pole! The kids LOVED that. I was glad to see lots of Nativity's out in people's lawns too. During our little drive J boy says in the cutest, most excited voice "OH Christmas lights make me soooo happy!" It was so precious! E added in "yeah Christmas is a happy time." They are both so sweet, I love their massive amounts of excitement this time of year, it's contagious.

Every time we pass by a Salvation Army bucket at the stores J boy and E (if she's with me) reminds me to put some "monies" in the buckets. I know they mostly like putting the coins in for fun, it sounds cool and whatnot. But as they are doing it I try to explain what those buckets are for and why we put "monies" in them. I'm grateful for these teachable moments.

The day before Thanksgiving we decided to go out and beat the crowds and get our real Christmas tree. I knew if we waited we might not get a good one for the price we could afford. After Thanksgiving, during that weekend we set it up and decorated, and by 'we' I mean 'I' decorated. The kids enjoyed "helping" for the first two minutes and then I was on my own after that. Oh well! The house looks good and the kids love to stare at the lights on our tree. What fun times we have as a family this time of year.

I love this time of year for so many reasons:

For family (my distant and extended family but also my own little one right here)
For the spirit it brings
For the Beauty all around this time of year brings
For the joy it gives not only my kids but me and my husband too
For opportunities it brings to serve others
For the opportunity to reflect and be more Grateful
For the fun stuff I get to do with my kids like making goodies, making christmas crafts, decorating etc. These opportunities to bond more with my kids are priceless
For the Birth of Christ and for his life he lived for us and for my Faith in him.
For my life and the blessings I enjoy during this time of year, I know some people are not as fortunate.
And yes, even for the the food mmmm


Here are a couple of funny and random videos. I love laughing at my silly kiddos.


He was begging his Daddy to "hit my face again!" what a crazy kid! I think Daddy was enjoying it just as much, any opportunity to hit your kid in the face with a ball should be taken advantage of.
(excuse the mess of toys in the back ground)


J boy was taking forever on the toilet doing his business. I don't quite trust him to be in there by himself since many times when I leave him alone I end up with the whole roll of TP on the floor or in the toilet, not fun! So I had the door open and was trying to entertain him while he "finished up" and I taught him to wink. He's pretty good at it. It's hilarious and yet a little awkward that he is winking at me while he's sitting on the pot.