Oh Boy!!!

I am pregnant!  I am 16 weeks tomorrow and we just found out that another tiny weeny will be joining our family.  Our third boy.  When we went to Fetal Photo I was hoping for some pink but right away it was obvious it was a boy.  Of course I became a little teary eyed because this is our last, and of course wanting a girl is only natural.  Jon was at the ultra sound with me and he did a good job telling me it was okay to be sad, but right away I felt peace and guilt for not just being thankful for this opportunity.  I am so excited for this little boy to join our family.  I have been so sick and miserable with morning sickness that I haven't been enjoying being pregnant.  However, I have some medication now and it seems to take the edge off.  I just hope I get three pretty darn good daughter-in-laws in due time.  I really do feel so thankful for my little family and am praying that I will know what to do with all this blue.  

Since it is my last I figured I should document it a little since I didn't with the other two.  

16 weeks and feeling like I want to puke my guts out!    

I am trying to prepare this little rascal, but as you can see picking at the baby's eyeballs is his top priority.  Heaven help us!

Getting the hang of it!

Well Abbey, it is just you and me against all these boys.    

Remi's Birthday

Poor Remi didn't have the best birthday this year.  Unfortunately he got croup and was miserable the entire day, with a fever, cough, and runny nose.  Since we didn't want to share the wealth of germs we postponed any celebrations.  Remi spent the entire day at home, except for a drive around the neighborhood to look at Christmas lights.  He is slowly getting better but man the croup is tough!

Birthday morning where he barely touched his scrambled eggs.

The Sunday before his birthday my side of the family had a celebration for all the cousins born in December. Remi got to open a few presents early, which one was a cool ball jumper.

Judd struggled a little with the focus being on Remi.  Judd is learning that he doesn't always get presents.  It sure is hard watching him try to understand that it isn't just about him all the time. Judd was good and held  back so Remi could play with his new gifts.   

Remi was not impressed with his four-wheeler gift.  He cried when the button got pushed for it to ride on its own.  Slowly he got used to it and now he is riding it like a champ. 

Remi and Judd playing with his new map rug.  

I think they liked the box more than the new toys!

I felt like a Griswald

This year we decided to get a tree permit for Christmas.  We wandered up to Heber to find the perfect tree. It was whole day process, and I can't say everyone enjoyed every minute of it.  Remi was an ornery gizzard and Judd fell and wasn't impressed with the mud situation.  I got sassy because Jon kept passing some of the trees I felt were the "one," but he caved and went back to the spot I wanted.  Once we had lunch and were on our way home, the boys seemed to get excited about the prospect of decorating the tree.  

 Cried the entire time!

 Watching Dad load the tree

 I get in a dither when it is time to decorate.  Jon had to tell me a couple of times to settle down and that the point is to let the boys have fun.  Sometimes I need that little reminder not to be a perfectionist.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving this year was a little different.  We have never had Thanksgiving at our house before but this year we did.  Jon's family came to us, but luckily Kris (Jon's Mom) did all the cooking.  I however, and proud to say, that I made some pretty good mashed potatoes.  Second time of ever making them.  We ate pretty early because we had other family to visit, so Kris spent the night before getting prepared.  I can honestly say I have a whole new appreciation for anyone who has made a Thanksgiving feast.  What a process it is to have a Thanksgiving dinner.  I know that Kris was up at 4 am to do something with the turkey, bless her little heart.  I have to say it was fun getting to spend time with her.  Jon took charge of the boys so I got to visit and watch her work her magic in the kitchen.  Before we ate Kris wanted the kids to do a couple of crafts.  After round one of  Thanksgiving dinner, we went to my parents for dessert but of course we were so full we could barely take a bite of anything.  Then we made our way to Grandpa and Grandma Bowen's house, where we got to visit with more family and was offered more dessert. 

This was one of Judd's preschool crafts

Getting Rid of the Halloween Candy

After Halloween I got pretty tired of all the candy laying around so I took the advice from a friend and made a gingerbread house.  I hot glued most the candy because it was not sticking very well, but I forgot to inform Jon.  I noticed as a few days went by, candy went missing.  I knew Judd and Remi hadn't gotten to it so I asked Jon if he had been snacking on it.  Yep, he had. I asked him how he liked the taste of hot glue.  His response, "Taste the same to me."  Guess a little hot glue doesn't hurt...probably puts a little hair on the chest as my Dad would say.  

The Weekend it Snowed!

The weekend it snowed, Judd begged to go out and build a snowman.  Jon had been hunting that weekend so I kept putting it off, telling Judd we would do it when Dad got back home.  On Sunday morning Judd needed a hair cut so Jon took out the old clippers.  Immediately Judd started to cry because he hates hair cuts.  They are very traumatizing to us all.  So, I told him if he was good through the hair cut, we would build a snowman after church.  He was decent through the hair cut, meaning he was just crying not screaming his lungs out, so I told him after church we were going to build the biggest, fattest, snowman he ever did see.  Unfortunately, during church the sun came out and melted most the snow.  I felt so bad because there wasn't much snow left by the time we got home.  Hence, the small snowman.  It didn't matter to Judd how big the snowman was, he loved the whole 5 minute process.  I snapped pictures while Jon and Judd built this little ditty.  As I am writing this it makes me regret not taking him out sooner.  My Mom keeps saying to not mind the dishes and laundry, and just go have fun while they are little.  I need to be better about taking that advice.  It is just that life sometimes gets in the way!  Next snow storm I am on it,  like white on rice.