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?!?!

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.

"Hey Napoleon, give me some of your tots!"

I know that certain things are supposed to happen when you grow up. You are supposed to do and like certain things. You are supposed to give up or look down on certain others. You are supposed to be an adult.
But I gotta say...
Some days, tater tots are an excellent lunch!
Marred only by their uncanny ability to bring memories of mystery meat and hairnets from your youth, these salty bastardized potato children are nearly perfect!
Just thought I'd share my thoughts on lunch!

Moving!

Yup. It's finally time. Kyle and I are heading to Rocklin to be closer to his work. We're super excited. Our new house is bigger than what we had and our rent will be less than our mortgage was. YAY! I love packing because we've gotten rid of so much crap! Who knew there was so much unused stuff accumulating in our house? Kyle has taken out probably an average of 3 loads of trash every day for the last week. It's grand knowing all that clutter isn't coming to the new house.
Speaking of grand.... you know what's not grand? Packing when you are 9 months pregnant! I have 3 and a half weeks left of being pregnant (though I'm guessing/hoping less). Kyle doesn't have me carry anything. He is awesome. Still, yesterday while he was at work I took apart both of the cribs. It wasn't so bad, mostly just unscrewing things... but today my legs are sore. Who knows what I did. I let myself get way too out of shape just because I'm pregnant....
Tangent, I know... I tend to do that...
Yesterday we sold our old computer desk and hopefully today we are selling the old couch. They just would not go in the new house. I love our old couch, but it was a pain in the butt. Hooray for new furniture! Another tangent.... I LOVE craigslist! Who needs a garage sale when you can get rid of anything online!?
Um... yeah... I think that pretty much covers it: we're moving, it sucks, and it's awesome, and I love craiglist. Done.

Dear Sweet Old Ladies of My Ward,
I love that you are all thrilled that I'm having a baby. I love the congratulations and I love how excited you are at my growing girth. It's sweet the way you look forward to the birth of babies in the ward. It's awesome that my baby has a Parkhurst family and a ward family.
However, just because my tummy sticks out and houses a person, does not make it public property. It's sweet you wanna be a part of my pregnancy, but I don't even know all of your names and you're feeling me up! Before you think I'm being rude, please know that my husband is the only one with an all access pass. Even my mom and sisters ask permission before they get handsy with me. If people who've known me all my life still ask before touching, shouldn't you? Something to ponder...
Christina

Not Failing

Okay, I had to go back and read my Resolutions for this post. I thought I was failing miserably. Good news. I'm actually doing pretty good. I thought I had written how much weight I wanted to top out at while pregnant. Thank goodness I didn't! I went camping for the last week and a half. No scale... lots of food.
The first few days it rained almost constantly. What do you do when it's raining and you're stuck inside? You eat. Well, I eat anyway.
S'mores, cookies, candies... and then there is my dad's dutch oven cake that he makes by lining the bottom with candy bars.
Delicious?
Of course!
Fattening?
Well, I don't know... lets ask my poor, overworked scale.
The last month I was doing so good with my weight gain. A pound a week keeps the doctor away... or from yelling at me anyway. In the 2 weeks that included camping I gained 5 pounds!!!! I felt I had to apologize and explain at the doctor's office when they weighed me today. How embarrassing! I have now gained a total of 34 pounds. I was hoping to gain only 35 this whole pregnancy. I was doing pretty good too... But with at least 6 weeks left, it looks like I may top out at 40. AGAIN!!!!
Ugh. Baby making is stressful. You would think being pregnant gives you free reign to eat whatever you want. Well... you can if you want, but you will suffer the consequences (fat face, no ankles, thighs that jiggle minutes after you've stopped walking... the list goes on and on.)
So, here's to a skinny last 6 weeks!

Caleb the Athlete!

We went camping this last week. It was so much fun. For a few days, all the grandkids were there. There are 8 in our family by the way. Adam is the oldest at 3 years old. While they were all there it rained non-stop. It was kind of miserable at first. One day I begged Kyle to take the boys on a walk so they could get out and play even if it was muddy and icky. He ended up taking most of the kids. It was great! They had so much fun. As an added bonus, by the time they got back to camp they were exhausted and ready for bed.
Kyle took this video of the kids racing. I thought it was hilarious! That Caleb just cracks me up! Watch as he stops to pick flowers, then stops because he drops flowers.... He's just a riot!