Monday, April 9, 2018

Casey Jones Village

Over Spring Break, we took a day and headed over to Jackson to check out Casey Jones Village.
It's a collection of old-fashioned shops, a museum, and a vintage ice cream parlor centered around Casey Jones' famous story of how he saved his train full of passengers while only he himself died.
It happened to be his 155th birthday, so admission to the museum was only $1.55 and they served us birthday cake, too!
The boys had a great time playing on the train (especially ringing the bell!) and walking through the original Casey Jones house.
It was a simple little outing, but perfect for our little troop.
While eating ice cream a woman stopped to comment on my 4 little boys+my pregnant tummy (we get LOTS of comments), and she said, "You are a blessed woman!"
I couldn't agree more.

Also, Maxwell desperately needs a haircut but it's going to be hard to say good-bye to those baby wispies! His flyaway hair always makes us smile.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

38 Weeks


Today I am 38 weeks, 2 days along with baby boy.
I feel like I look just the same as I have with all my other pregnancies (even my 10 lb baby),
but each time I would go to the doctor he would remark that I looked small/the baby seemed little and then at about 35 weeks I began measuring small. It was only mildly concerning at that appointment,
but then at my 37 week appointment my measurement dropped several centimeters to be only 32 centimeters.
The doctor was concerned enough that he sent me in for an ultrasound right then.
The baby was measuring in the normal range (about 6.5 pounds), but apparently his head dropped down far enough that it caused the measurement to go down significantly.
The doctor wasn't worried but of course I convinced myself that our baby was shrinking and something terrible was going to happen despite all reassurances to the contrary.
So I was greatly relieved this morning when I measured 36 centimeters and it looks like baby boy will be just fine!
The doctor is certain he won't be another big one, though.

A few tidbits for me to remember:
I am staying busy by eating Blue Bell ice cream and taking a nap pretty much every day.
I've only recently started struggling with insomnia, which is great since that has been a part of my previous pregnancies from early on!
I'm having lots of contractions and am dilated to 2 cm (but I usually dilate early, so that means very little).
My sweet friend treated me to a pedicure last night so I can have pretty toes in the hospital.
Maxwell is getting annoyed that my stomach is in the way when he sits on my lap so he sometimes turns and hits it in frustration--hope that's not an early indication of how he'll respond to the baby!
My mom will arrive on the 19th (my due date is the 16th), so a big part of me hopes he is a few days late just like his brothers so she will be here. It would definitely simplify things with our other kids if Grammy was here already!
Lincoln is totally set on naming the baby "Henry," although Sam and I have never talked about that name as a possibility. It won't really shock me if he decides to call him that anyway after he's born because, well, he's Lincoln.
My induction date is set for the 24th and I am REALLY hoping I don't make it that far because I am NOT a fan of induction. Like, at all. I had a terrible experience with it when Lincoln was born and I am hoping and praying he comes on his own before then.

We're so excited to meet you, baby!!!

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Winning at Life


Our holiday traditions thus far this year have been some of the lamest in my mothering history.
Because right now I'm the epitome of lame.
On St. Patrick's Day, for example, I didn't even wear green, let alone make our usual green dinner.
But that's okay,
because halfway through the day Talmage and Wesley remembered it was St. Patrick's Day
and immediately donned green clothes.
And then Talmage found a 4-leaf clover in our yard (lucky!).
And then the boys started picking wildflowers and bringing them to me in bouquets.
And then Wesley decided to make me a clover crown and I was officially crowned queen of St. Patrick's Day.

So I basically feel like I'm winning at life.

Monday, April 2, 2018

How We Know What Love Is


A couple of months ago,
Talmage came home from school and told me that he had been feeling sad at school.
His sweet teacher asked him what was wrong (because he was "moping," in his words),
and then told him that she knew of something that could help him feel better.
She shared with him that the mother of a little boy in his class had passed away a couple of days prior
and that he could be especially kind to that boy.

I was grateful for his wise teacher's advice
but my heart simultaneously broke for his classmate.
A few days later it was Valentine's Day.
Talmage came home with the usual loot:
colorful cards decorated with cartoon characters, stickers, obnoxious toys, and way too much candy.
But tucked in the midst of all the red and pink was a simple paper Valentine from the boy who had just lost his mom.
"This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down His life for us. 1 John 3:16" I read, my emotions welling up to the surface inside me.

I was so touched by this mourning family's faith and their willingness to share it with the world.
  Truly, Jesus Christ is the greatest example of love
and His Atoning Sacrifice and Resurrection bring us hope to overcome despair.
How grateful I am for my Savior.


Thursday, March 8, 2018

Just Because

Just because I think this picture is so cute...
here is a daily dose of Maxwell for you.


A few other random things to note:

-Yesterday I bought grapes for the first time since probably last summer. Maxwell evidently didn't remember eating them and triumphantly held one up in the air proclaiming, "Ball!" I ate a couple to demonstrate how good they were and encouraged him to put one in his mouth, but he would just suck on it for a minute and then spit it out whole without breaking it open. To show him how it was on the inside, I broke one in half and placed a half in his mouth. He quickly realized he loved them, but now will only eat them if they are halved! He can't seem to wrap his head around the idea that he could actually eat a "ball."

-Sam was out of town for the first half of the week. Wesley cried for a good half hour before we dropped him off at the airport. I asked him why he was crying and he said, "Sometimes I have nothing to do and I want Daddy to play with me!" I told him I would play with him and he replied, "You have a baby in your tummy! So you can't do anything!" Ouch. I asked him what I couldn't do and he said, "Play sports!" Ah...no wonder my sports-loving boy thinks his mom is pretty lame at the moment when compared to his Daddy who willingly plays tackle football in the backyard.

-Speaking of baby, he seems to be doing well! The boys were giggling tonight as they watched him pushing hard against my stomach. I told them he was saying, "Let me out! Let me out! I want to meet my brothers!" and they were delighted. The doctor says he "feels like a little baby." We shall see...the midwives expected Maxwell to only be about 8 lbs (and he was over 10), but I do feel like I'm not quite as uncomfortable with this one as I was with Maxwell, although I find it rather difficult to compare pain levels from the past.

-Because Sam is the greatest, he often acts out scripture stories with the boys which greatly increases their ability to recall the stories. From a pretty epic Samuel the Lamanite to the dramatic deception of Lehonti, Sam and the boys can often be found immersed in the scriptures on Sundays. The other day Lincoln came running in all decked out in armor and said to me with great passion, "I am Nephi! Where shall I go to bu-tain food?" That little reversal of "obtain" delighted me.

-Talmage is LOVING Cub Scouts. He has really great leaders who do so much for him and his brothers are beyond jealous about all the fun activities he gets to do. He recently had to make a cake for the Blue & Gold Banquet without any female help...and since Sam had a crazy week at work, he did it essentially on his own with only verbal coaching from me. It had to fit the theme, "Chivalry is not dead," and all decorations had to be edible. He mixed up and baked the cake, made ganache to top it with, made rice krispie treats and sculpted a knight helmet out of them, and then frosted the helmet with a little help from Sam.  He was pretty pleased with his cake!

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