are the joy of my life. Very rarely do I get embarrassed, especially by my little peeps. EXCEPT today. Today, they wrecked me. I won’t go into the adventures of playing trains and superman while trying to shower and get out of the house, but I will say, it was dramatic. Today’s FAIL was my fault of course-expecting them to function normally at the doctors which is now Kaiser. (which is a joyful experience in itself). So we check in, immediately the boys start playing owl running and hooting all over the lobby while flapping their arms. We caught everyone’s attention, and they weren’t smiling. Not even a pity grin. Then we moved on to melting down over the buttons at the elevators. You would have thought I cut someone’s arm off. Apparantly there are NEVER enough buttons. And no button is as fun as the bright red one that says alarm. After that display, we go to the doctors where they are threatened to stay in the 3×3 area I have assigned with my imaginary line/ rope. They did pretty well. B tatoo’d his leg with 99 cent store markers, and I am hoping it comes off without me busting out the ajax. All is going ok during the appointment, until the doc has me lose the chonies to do an, {clears throat} invasive ultrasound. 3 minutes in, B announces as he is dancing holding his wee wee he is going to pee himself. The doc was scared, it was awkward.
The appointment abrubtly ended and I learned a valuable lesson: taser guns are way underrated.
The bright side? I am sure Kaiser is thankful I provided complimentary birth control for everyone who witnessed the glory of what went down today. Even if 80% of the people are 30 years past the option of reproduction.
An update per a few requests. I am shocked to find out Bob is a mere 3 inches long and only weighing in ounces. I would like to know why there is an extra 7 around my waist and 10 pounds on the scale. Had a very wierd Dr. visit. (not going to bore you with my negative first impressions of Kaiser, but lets just say I am switching Dr.’s asap and settling for a midwife.) All good things for Bob. Bob is measuring 2 days ahead of schedule-healthy, big, gave us great shots of the spine, (fabulous), but would not rotate so I could see if there was a weenis or girly bits. So we will hopefully be finding out in a few weeks. Doc was too lazy to give a heart rate but says, and I quote, “it’s a good one”. I am thankful for our Great Physician who knows all, and that I can put my trust and faith in Him. He has providentially provided medical care for us, and I will rest in that and be thankful and not bash Kaiser like I would not so secretly like to.
I am feeling better, more energy, etc. Boys have been so sweet wanting to kiss my belly all the time. Both in public awkward places and privately. Regardless if I am wearing a dress…there has been a few showing of the chonies, thank you squirts. Brayden is now convinced it is a boy and his name is now plunkie. We need to find a name asap. Starting to get names made up by a 3 year old is giving me nightmares. I think we actually have no contenders…that we agree on at least. You know if its a boy, I get all rights to name, and or dress questionably. Pink is totally ‘in’ for boys, and I am sticking to that as this will most likely be our last, and dangit, SOMEONE IS GOING TO WEAR PINK.
While I was gone. You think they missed me? Me thinks not. Daddy made sure to do LOTS of fun memorable stuff. Stop 1: Adventure City.
I got nothing but love for that place and the people. I seriously threw a look back behind me as people were talking to me. You know when you think “why is this person being so nice to me?” and realize they are really talking to their best friend that is 19 degrees behind you? Yah, it was like that, only they were talking to me. Just good people.
And of course the best peeps were the ones I actually went there for;) We had a great time together. L-boogs is entirely too funny for his own good. This kid catches FLIES. I kid you not. He is awesome. 2 years old and he knows what he wants. Baby Connor was a snuggle bun. I wanted to pack him in my bag. But I am not lactating so that wouldn’t have worked out for either of us. (thus he stayed, I am not really a baby snatcher.) Onto the pics:
I have never seen a love for short grass like Jeremy has for his 10 acres. He does this EVERY TWO days. Lets look at what he has to conquer since their property is the size of my neighborhood.
