Premature...

I am sure most of you have heard. Remember how I had babies coming in February, or maybe January? They decided to come in November. So, things have been a little tad bit crazy.
As it turns out, I must have a higher tolerance for pain that I thought. This is evidenced by the fact that I didn't realize I was in labor until my water broke and it was everlastingly too late to do much to keep those kids in. J was gone hunting, Lexi was up to help me, and the twins were bound and determined to come.

I had an emergency C section. There was a time I was afraid of being abducted by aliens, I think I have experienced the closest thing to it. They wanted to fly me to the hospital. The dr. came in and told me I was fully dilated, he said he could see a head. Emergency C-section, here I come. Bright lights people holding me down and shoving things places things should not be shoved. Bless Lex, I think Lex was going to march herself in there with me. They had to stop her from coming in, her face was so sad. I remember telling her it would be OK. The one guy kept telling me he was going to put me to sleep and I just remember thinking "OK then do it, I don't want to feel this catheter if you don't mind."

I woke up to my brother in law and one of the Dr.'s giving me a blessing. From here details are fuzzy, I was fuzzy. My parents were there, J was driving down from Flagstaff. From what I understood the babies were alive and going to be flown to TMC. I got to see them in the transport, I remember it took longer than I thought it would. My family brought me pictures, Lex took some with my phone. J called, he was broken down in Globe. My parents drove our other car down to him and he headed to Tucson to be there with the babies. His parents met him there. Or so I hear.
Lex slept in the hospital, she stayed right with me. When they thought they would fly me out, she was going to get on that helicopter with me. They had to tell her she couldn't. She is good to have around in an emergency. I am glad they didn't fly me out looking back, I can't imagine her driving to Tucson, she would have flown. Three days in the hospital and I finally got to go and see my babies. Apparently, J should have died driving that truck, we are so blessed. Can you imagine if he had been in a horrible accident too? Words cannot express how blessed I feel.

This is Mr Moonpie

This is Doodle Bug

It's only been two weeks since they came, it's been a total roller coaster. My emotions have run a muck. I have never cried so hard, or been so completely overwhelmed with gratitude. I have been angry at the situation, and so utterly relieved by the situation. As of now, all I know is that the priesthood is amazing, people are good and kind and giving, and I completely believe in miracles. We have witnessed miracles. The miracles to get the boy, and now the miracles of these sweet little babies. They keep doing better, and I am just so glad they made it and keep fighting through. I was able to hold Moonpie when he was 10 days old, and today was the first day I was able to hold my Doodle, 16 days old.

This is me holding Moonpie.

Moonpie was 2 lbs 11 oz 15.25 in long
Doodle was 2 lbs 9.5 oz 15 in long

They are both doing pretty well, Doodle struggles a bit more than her brother. Please keep them in your prayers. Thank you so much for your love and support, we are truly blessed by you all.

Late Halloween

Before the car and blanket:

After the car and the blanket:

Note to self:
Make-up after the car and blanket. Lesson learned.

Possibly upcoming: I crocheted something really cute and I don't know how many of my readers crochet, so I have been debating putting it up here. You see, it's a Christmas present, and I am grappling with the joy of surprise and the joy of getting to make a present for some lovely little girl you know. If you are interested let me know, otherwise it will be a post for another year, next year to be exact. :)

Fall for the boy...

Yesterday J's aunt took Grandma, J, The  boyand I out to the pumpkin patch. At first I wasn't sure I really wanted to hop back into the car, to tell the truth, I feel as though I could never go on a road trip again and be fine. I am sure that feeling will fade with time, but I am over it for the time being.

That being said, I am really glad we went. We took the scenic route, and it was really nice. I had never been that way and it was nice to see some off the beaten paths in our grand old state.

Messing with my setting since I don't know what I am doing.

Apple Annie's pumpkin patch was our destination. This is lesser Apple Annie's, I think the one further on up was the main Apple Annie's. This is my logic on this one, I didn't see an apple tree where we were. The corn maze was pretty impressive. We didn't have time to go through and it cost $7 to get lost in it. Really Apple Annie's?

The boy loved it. His favorite? I am glad you asked.

This machine type thing. He was enthralled.

His auntie decided she would let him pick out a pumpkin, he liked that too.

He picked one out that was just his size. And today I had the pleasant surprise of hearing him say "unkin" He can say pumpkin. What a boy I have.

Another thing we found to be The boy's favorite. Dilly Beans. They are fresh green beans which have been pickled. They were really good. The boy loved them! I think he would've eaten the whole jar. Weird. kid.
It was a really beautiful night and a really fun time. Thanks Aunt Debbie! We had a blast!

The boy also had a lot of fun with the rocks. Which is good, because our new place is basically built on rocks. Mud pies and rocks for us! Yup, we are moving out on our own. Our very own double wide on dirt. We are renting it, but I am still really excited. It will be like Christmas when I get to crack open all those boxes of my stuff. I won't miss the stairs, but we will miss Grandma. Hopefully people will still come to visit us. They really should, I will have babies that need holding soon.

Until Next time.

Halfway home...

Seriously guys, I am already huge and I am technically only half done. Of course, I figure I am more than half done, because I probably won't go all the way to 40 weeks, but yeah....

Insane right?

The boy and I have had some bumpy days. He is starting to run and his little legs get going a little faster than the rest of him.
He is talking more, It's hard to say what his first word was, but we have some vocab going.

If he spits on you raspberry style Phhhhlt! That means Up. He is actually starting to have it sound more like up now, but I have to memorialize the spit.
Sheeeth = teeth and means he wants to brush his teeth.
Dada, Daddy, Dad, = Dad
cheesh = cheese
shooosh = Shoes
anket = blanket
Shesus = Jesus
eeeesh = please

He also uses hand gestures to tell us which song he wants to sing.
A waving finger = 3 monkeys swining in a tree
Hands rubbed together = slippery fish
Hands up in the air fingers waving = Twinkle Twinkle
points at picture of temple = I love to see the temple
Picture of President Monson = Follow the prophet

I like him lots. Even with a bruised noggin.

What we are having...

Here we are having fun at the lake. The boy was pretty unsure at first. He didn't know what to think. He seems to be a cautious boy who likes to check out a scene first before he jumps right in. After a few minutes, he warmed up to it, even if his teeth were chattering the whole time.

Here we are having a very blue moment. I think he turned into a smurf or something. This was a caving moment. Every time we head to Bashas we hear a tiny squeak like a little dog barking, it is the boy begging to ride the cars.

We are still having two babies.

We, in the very British sense of the word, are having a hard time giving up these two hot dogs. They might just have to stay with us.

We are having a hard time finding room for all the ultra sound pics.

We are having one who is stretched out and easy to see a nice profile on, and one who is squeezed and has a scary skeleton face.

Our little boy is the photogenic comfy guy, and our little girl is crammed and squeezed. We are having a boy and a girl, and we couldn't be more excited about it!

Bumps in the road...

Hi there,

Some have been asking to see my bump. *Fan fare* The time has come!

I call this one, "Trying to look cute, while feeling like crap and it's hot and I want to die." This was supposed to be my every week outfit that we were to watch in wonder as I ever expand. Ha! I am 11 weeks here.

This one I simply call. "My bump in the road" I know, I am so clever! 16 weeks here.

So, between the lack of energy and motivation. The hip that will not stay in place and the evil charlie horses of doom. The side sleeping and wrestling a memory foam body pillow in an alligator like death spiral every night. (It's green and fuzzy, and heavy as all get out.) The headaches and general blahs. The terror of bleeding and worrying about all that can go wrong. Being pregnant is awesome. :) No really, it is. Anything worth doing is going to he hard right? I am starting to feel better. I am grateful I wasn't sick. I know women who are sick the entire pregnancy. You guys are saints, because seriously the 24 hour flu has taught me the limits of my wimpdom and I don't think I could deal with days or weeks or months of sick. You are troopers. I am grateful for this experience, I am grateful for the wonderful blessing it is to be entrusted with two more sweet little spirits and I hope that with God on my side, I am up to the task at hand.

In other news, remember that time that the boy went to visit his aunt and uncle and cousins so mom and daddy could have a date?

Remember how we came to pick him up and he was sitting in a planter of water and mud, happy as a clam?

Remember how mom forgot his bag of wet clothes and just now got around to putting them in the wash?

Remember how the pants sprouted...something? O_o

It appears to be a watermelon sprout. I am awesome.

And just because I can, and he is awesome.

Mr. Sun, sun, mr. golden sun...

Please stay behind that tree!

Is anyone else just sick to death of the heat? I am in a slightly cooler place where it actually cools off at night and I want to cry.

So I found a bunch of these on pinterest.

And I thought, how hard could that be? Plus, added bonus, I won't have to sit with a hair dryer or something hot, I have the power of the SUN!

Problem is, I really underestimated the power of the sun, or I over estimated the how much it would take to melt a crayon.

I learned long ago from a hard hitting and controversial science fair project that different colored crayons melt at different heats so I expected to see some drippy awesomeness in my little project. Silly me.

VAPORIZED!
You see, when it's the basically as hot as hades, melting temps really don't matter. Add in the fact, that I stupidly stuck the thing in my car to "speed the process" and this is what you get. I left it out there for two hours. O_o I blame pregnancy brain. Seriously, what was I thinking. Either way, it's kind of nice right?

So I tried again, and I left it out front, not in the car and within 45 rockin minutes I got this.

I had to adjust it, I laid it flatter to try to get some drips, but again, might as well be walking on the sun.

So the moral of the story is this. If you want a drippy cool version of this I have seen people use blow dryers, and someone said they ran the crayons through a hot glue gun, maybe a heat gun of some sort, but if you are relying on the sun, he will take it all, and he will take it fast. I still like them and considering I bought the 24 pack of crayons X 4 at .40 a pop and the canvas was two for about 8 at wal- mart, it's a fun little project and I am excited to have it up in the boys room. Crayons are on sale now so go if you want to try it out!

Try this on for size, the one in the link sold on etsy for around $70. Really? Considering the materials cost about $6 I am happy with my versions. :)

Sorry about my pics, there are not a whole lot of great places to get pictures at Grandma's it's kind of a cave, which, with the heat I am OK with.