Just a typical Sunday after church.....

Me: "Caleb, go put your dirty socks in the laundry."

(Caleb runs off to my closet, where he encounters Kyle undressing after church)

Caleb: "Daddy, get out of here!"

Kyle: "Don't talk to me that way. This is my freaking room."

Caleb: "No, come on, I'll show you."

(Caleb takes Kyle by the hand and leads him out of the closet.)

Caleb: (pointing) "This is your freaking room."

I know that's a totally random post, but we both about died laughing. =D

Update

I am negative for gestational diabetes. Yay! Bring on the ice cream!

And Pictures!

Sorry about the blurriness. Anyone with 2 boys can tell you, it's not easy getting them to pose for pictures. They are monkeys and nearly impossible to get holding still!

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In the second picture Caleb is sitting on Adam's lap in the car (Yes, I'm aware it wasn't safe, but it was a super short distance and it was 100% necessary. Don't judge me!) I thought it was so funny that Caleb was tired enough to actually fall asleep on Adam's lap. So cute. Adam's actually almost out too. Not quite... but pretty close.

Good Morning!

This is my first time posting a video, so I hope it works.

It recently came to my attention that people that I didn't know were reading actually are. (Hi Ray!) Now, my blog is pretty random and may not be all that interesting to some, so I figured I would make it a little bit more of what people wanted to see and less of my everyday musings.

This is how Kyle wakes up every morning. Not 2 times out of 3, not 6 times out of a week. Every Freaking Morning. And he absolutely loves it! I happen to know he's thrilled our next baby is Levi instead of a Levi-tina. He can't wait for him to come out and get to jumping age. (The better to wrestle you with, my dear!) Now, remember I'm in the bed too. Me and all 7 months of Levi inside me. I am constantly in the danger zone, but when you get 3 boys wrestling it just doesn't matter. I become little more than an afterthought. If anything I'm considered collateral damage to their war games.

I hope you like the video!

Gloucose

Stupid blood sugar test. I said I wasn't going to take it. The last two pregnancies I've come in the perfect range. All it does is waste an hour of my super busy life. =) Well, I got in trouble at my doctor's office. I was told it's mandatory.
Whatever.
Don't make me do stuff.
I went anyway. I'm a big pansy when it comes to people telling me I have to do something. I'd rather do it than argue.
Today I got a call from my doctor's office. Yup. I failed a blood test. Of all the tests in the world, I failed one that I couldn't even study for. (I sure hope this isn't a new trend. It's finals week!)
I thought I knew everything. "Oh, I've never had a blood sugar problem. I'm awesome and invincible." Stupid me. Life has a way of reminding me there are lots of things I just don't know, even things I think I'm sure about.
I will be taking the 3 hour blood test on Friday. I will keep you posted.
On a different note, I realize that my blog has taken a turn to focusing all on pregnancy stuff. I'm sure this is boring for some of you. I'm sorry. On the other hand, it's kind of my life right now, so you know... If you don't wanna know, don't read. I promise to keep it clean and what I think is interesting. There will be no placenta, dialating, mucus plugging talk, (<- This being the exception, of course.) so if that stuff makes you feel icky, or if you are a man, at least know you are in the clear for reading.
I will try to post some pictures of the fam soon. The boys are awesome and it's selfish for me to keep them all to myself! I probably won't post any pictures of myself. 30 pound overweight me is not my favorite version of myself...
Now that I've slightly rambled...
ta ta for now!

Pregnancy and High Heels

When I'm pregnant I like to draw attention away from my expanding physique to just about anything else.

Fun colors of makeup make it so people pay more attention to my eyes than to the fact that I've lost my chin in a sea of mushy flesh. Even if some people think it's too much, too colorful, or verging on hookerish, I don't care. It's fun and their eyes are drawn away from other things.

High heels thin out legs. My legs are pretty short for someone my height anyway, but add a couple extra pounds to each of them and you have yourself a tree trunk situation. Again, my shoes may border on hookerish, but I get my ankles back so red light district here I come!

Well, there I went anyway.

Stupid shoes.

You would think just 4 (or so) extra inches wouldn't be a long way to fall if you lost your balance. You'd be wrong.

I'd like to blame it on the floor. Stupid cement was all uneven. Still... I don't think I've ever fallen all the way down to the floor in my heels before, bad floor or not. It was very embarrassing. Not so much falling. Heck, people trip all the freaking time right? Just falling and being pregnant and having people freak out and ask how you landed and if you're okay and to be sure you don't start having contractions and yada yada yada.

For the record, my hip caught me.

And I'm okay.

And Levi's just dandy. I imagine for him it was like the tower of terror. He was free falling, the floor coming at him so fast and at the last second, he was safe in his little cocoon. The most damage it did him was give him a love of amusement park adrenaline. No big deal.

Stupid shoes.

So, should I really go high-heel-less for the next 3 months? That just makes me sad to think about. My shoes are sad too. I think I hear them beckoning me to the closet. I hear their sad pleas. They've past denial and anger. They've reached bargaining. "Your legs will look so much better with us at the bottom of them." "Come and play with us, Forever and ever and ever."

So sad.

For now they are staying in the closet. We shall see what happens. It's taken me 3 pregnancies to fall even once, so I'm thinking it may have been a one time thing. And there was the floor to consider. Can't people just fix their stupid parking lots to be even?

3 months might just be too long to put away heels...