Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Levi Daniel Parkhurst
Levi Daniel was born on July 20th, 2010 at 10:28 PM. He weighed 7 lbs. 11 oz and was 19 and 3/4 inches long. He has brown hair and dark eyes that I'm guessing will be brown.
Everything went grand and easy as pie. I will post some pictures soon, but I can't on this computer cause it sucks. =)
Everything went grand and easy as pie. I will post some pictures soon, but I can't on this computer cause it sucks. =)
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Come on!!!!
That's it. I'm officially filing a complaint against the stork. Sure he said between June 28th and July 19th. I know there's that whole 3 week span. But why do delivery people always do that?!?! They expect us to take off work and put our lives on hold because they will show up eventually in that time frame. Just tell me when the frick you are gonna show! Don't give me a giant span of time and show up on the tail end.
With Caleb the stork was so prompt. I know he's got nothing better to do. He's just taking his sweet old time because he can. He's probably parked out in front of my house eating a sandwich in his kidnapper van because he knows he doesn't HAVE to be here yet.
Piss me off....
With Caleb the stork was so prompt. I know he's got nothing better to do. He's just taking his sweet old time because he can. He's probably parked out in front of my house eating a sandwich in his kidnapper van because he knows he doesn't HAVE to be here yet.
Piss me off....
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Stupid Truck
Yesterday I tried to borrow my parents' truck. We recently got our boys bunk beds, but haven't had a way to get them mattresses. I was at their house so I figured I would just drive the truck home. Yeah right.
(Please remember I'm a week away from my due date, it was hot outside, and I had both of the boys with me. Truly this wouldn't have been such a dramatic occurrence if I was alone and not carrying a giant bowling ball in front of me.)
First problem: The truck wouldn't start. Oh, there was nothing wrong with it... I guess turning the key so hard there are indents in my fingers just isn't sufficient. The boys are buckled in and sweating already. My dad finally tries the ignition and of course it fires right up for him.
Problem B: The stupid thing that points of the PRDN23 doesn't exactly work. It goes between two of the letters, so what I thought was Drive was actually Neutral. Stupid truck.
Problem III: The truck had no gas. Or did it? All signs point to empty. When I go to fill it it does the clicking thing and refuses to fill. I'm sweating like crazy at this point, nearly swearing at the frickin thing. I leave the boys in the boiling car and go tell the guy at the register to help me. "The tank is full" he says. Sure, of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?!?!
Fourth problem: A mile down the road the engine starts smoking. I wasn't sure at first. Then I came to a stop light. Smoke is billowing out from under the hood and now filling the car. Adam says, "Mommy, we gotta get out of this place because it smells like hot dogs!" You're right Adam. Hotdog smelling cars are never good.
I pull over and we all get out of the car (lest it does us all the favor of just blowing up.) While waiting for rescue from my parents, I call Kyle. Poor guy. I'm not scared or hurt, I'm just frustrated. But how do you articulate that through tears? He thought I must have gotten in an accident and been hurt or something.
Anyway, eventually I was rescued and got home safe and sound. I know it wasn't as big of a deal as I made it out to be. I knew that while it was happening. I blame it on being pregnant. AHH.. sweet pregnancy, the 9 month long disease for which there is only one cure: the expulsion of an 8 pound parasite! Unfortunately all that excitement didn't put me into labor. I thought at least one good thing might come of it. Nope!
(Please remember I'm a week away from my due date, it was hot outside, and I had both of the boys with me. Truly this wouldn't have been such a dramatic occurrence if I was alone and not carrying a giant bowling ball in front of me.)
First problem: The truck wouldn't start. Oh, there was nothing wrong with it... I guess turning the key so hard there are indents in my fingers just isn't sufficient. The boys are buckled in and sweating already. My dad finally tries the ignition and of course it fires right up for him.
Problem B: The stupid thing that points of the PRDN23 doesn't exactly work. It goes between two of the letters, so what I thought was Drive was actually Neutral. Stupid truck.
Problem III: The truck had no gas. Or did it? All signs point to empty. When I go to fill it it does the clicking thing and refuses to fill. I'm sweating like crazy at this point, nearly swearing at the frickin thing. I leave the boys in the boiling car and go tell the guy at the register to help me. "The tank is full" he says. Sure, of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?!?!
Fourth problem: A mile down the road the engine starts smoking. I wasn't sure at first. Then I came to a stop light. Smoke is billowing out from under the hood and now filling the car. Adam says, "Mommy, we gotta get out of this place because it smells like hot dogs!" You're right Adam. Hotdog smelling cars are never good.
I pull over and we all get out of the car (lest it does us all the favor of just blowing up.) While waiting for rescue from my parents, I call Kyle. Poor guy. I'm not scared or hurt, I'm just frustrated. But how do you articulate that through tears? He thought I must have gotten in an accident and been hurt or something.
Anyway, eventually I was rescued and got home safe and sound. I know it wasn't as big of a deal as I made it out to be. I knew that while it was happening. I blame it on being pregnant. AHH.. sweet pregnancy, the 9 month long disease for which there is only one cure: the expulsion of an 8 pound parasite! Unfortunately all that excitement didn't put me into labor. I thought at least one good thing might come of it. Nope!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Silly Boy
A conversation between me and Adam.
Adam: "Where is Daddy going?"
Me: "To work."
Adam: "Why?"
Me: "Because he needs to work."
Adam: "So he can make money to get more toys?"
HAH! As if my kids need any more toys! Where would I put them?!?!
Adam: "Where is Daddy going?"
Me: "To work."
Adam: "Why?"
Me: "Because he needs to work."
Adam: "So he can make money to get more toys?"
HAH! As if my kids need any more toys! Where would I put them?!?!
Update
We are still settling into our new home. Most of our furniture and things are here and put together. The boys are still lacking mattresses on their new bunk beds and Levi's room is a disaster. His crib isn't set up and the boys are sort of using it as a toy/junk room.
My due date is July 19th. Less than two weeks away. YAY! Levi's just hanging out, having a grand old time in there. I am pretty certain he practices martial arts; from the feel of things, I'd say he's set to be the next Jackie Chan! We're not quite ready for him. I don't have a single diaper in the house. Luckily, I still have a little bit of time left. I'm only a fingertip dialated. I think that means less than a one. I'm kind of happy I probably won't be having him this week since my doctor is out of town. This doctor also delivered Caleb and since he's already seen me inside out, I don't wanna go to someone new.
We haven't been to our new ward yet. We went camping last week and were moving the week before that. I'm sad about leaving our old ward. I'm slightly anti-social, so it took me about 3 years to get comfortable and make friends in the Rossmoor ward. Who knows when I'll be at home again in this new one. Another thing is Levi will be born once we've gone to one week of church. No one will care about him like they would have at my old ward and he will be blessed in a place where NO ONE knows him. I'm just sad. Not to mention, no one will even really be aware that we will be needing meals when he's born. My last ward brought dinners for 4 nights I think. Oh the joy of making dinner the same day I get home from the hospital! I would say Kyle could handle it for a few days, but honestly, I've never met anyone as hopeless in the kitchen. He ruins the Nestle Tollhouse cookies that come prepackaged. No joke. I didn't know that was possible. How he survived a mission at all is a mystery. I'm assuming either his companions took care of him or he ate A LOT of cereal. My money is on cereal. I imagine that's all the boys will eat while I'm in the hospital.
Speaking of Kyle, I just gotta say... I'm lucky to have that guy. We were talking about it the other day, and came to the conclusion that we need each other! He's the ying to my yang, the peanut butter to my jelly, the cheese to my mac! Sometimes people think it would be easier if they were married to someone more like them. Let me tell you, for Kyle and me, that would be a nightmare. Kyle would not get along with a Type A as a spouse and if I'd married someone like me(Someone so Type B, we're nearly C's), we'd be unemployed and possibly homeless! Like a sandwich with peanut butter on both sides, it just wouldn't be right! I'm not gonna lie and say I'm always as appreciative of Kyle as I should. Sure, there are days I would love to shove him full of Ritalin just so I could take a nap, but mostly I just love that guy and can't get enough of him.
Coming soon... pictures of our new house.
My due date is July 19th. Less than two weeks away. YAY! Levi's just hanging out, having a grand old time in there. I am pretty certain he practices martial arts; from the feel of things, I'd say he's set to be the next Jackie Chan! We're not quite ready for him. I don't have a single diaper in the house. Luckily, I still have a little bit of time left. I'm only a fingertip dialated. I think that means less than a one. I'm kind of happy I probably won't be having him this week since my doctor is out of town. This doctor also delivered Caleb and since he's already seen me inside out, I don't wanna go to someone new.
We haven't been to our new ward yet. We went camping last week and were moving the week before that. I'm sad about leaving our old ward. I'm slightly anti-social, so it took me about 3 years to get comfortable and make friends in the Rossmoor ward. Who knows when I'll be at home again in this new one. Another thing is Levi will be born once we've gone to one week of church. No one will care about him like they would have at my old ward and he will be blessed in a place where NO ONE knows him. I'm just sad. Not to mention, no one will even really be aware that we will be needing meals when he's born. My last ward brought dinners for 4 nights I think. Oh the joy of making dinner the same day I get home from the hospital! I would say Kyle could handle it for a few days, but honestly, I've never met anyone as hopeless in the kitchen. He ruins the Nestle Tollhouse cookies that come prepackaged. No joke. I didn't know that was possible. How he survived a mission at all is a mystery. I'm assuming either his companions took care of him or he ate A LOT of cereal. My money is on cereal. I imagine that's all the boys will eat while I'm in the hospital.
Speaking of Kyle, I just gotta say... I'm lucky to have that guy. We were talking about it the other day, and came to the conclusion that we need each other! He's the ying to my yang, the peanut butter to my jelly, the cheese to my mac! Sometimes people think it would be easier if they were married to someone more like them. Let me tell you, for Kyle and me, that would be a nightmare. Kyle would not get along with a Type A as a spouse and if I'd married someone like me(Someone so Type B, we're nearly C's), we'd be unemployed and possibly homeless! Like a sandwich with peanut butter on both sides, it just wouldn't be right! I'm not gonna lie and say I'm always as appreciative of Kyle as I should. Sure, there are days I would love to shove him full of Ritalin just so I could take a nap, but mostly I just love that guy and can't get enough of him.
Coming soon... pictures of our new house.
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