I Love This Kid...

So while Zac and I celebrated our 6-year-date-iversary (Skyroom for lunch and a movie), Logan went to his Aunt Liz's. Last time he was there, he managed to lock himself in her bedroom and she and her roommate had to break in through a window to rescue him. This time, he managed to get himself in trouble again...and you can read all about it here.

He never fails to amaze...

Six Years Ago Today...

...two people fell in love.




Well, they had their first date. And if you really want to, you can read all about it Here.

Love you, hunny!

Bree Biesinger Despain Rocks My World...

Through a friend of a friend, I have yet another favorite author. And not only is she amazing in the literary world, she is also pretty fan-freaking-tastic in the blogging/giveaway world, too. So in order to bump up my entries for her latest contest (which you can enter here) I am promoting her site, too.

I highly recommend you enter the contest for a chance to win "The Chosen One." My creative writing teacher from a few semesters back wrote it...and it's amazing. So amazing that it will blow your mind. While breaking your heart. And still leaving you with a sense of hope. And if you don't win it, I'll lend you my copy. Or better yet, buy a copy for yourself. Or, if I win the grand prize, then I'll send you one of the copies.

So when you go to her site to enter, make sure you leave a comment saying I sent you, so I get more entries. And again, if I win, I promise to send you the autographed copy of "The Chosen One." Cause I already have one.

Random, scatter-brained, 1:00 am thought over.

"Oh It's Windy..."

My good friend Rachel Sheehan had this home video if her at about three years old and she was outside playing on her swing set. She's just doing normal childhood stuff and then this gust of wind blew her way and she turned and yelled "Oh it's windy!" The memory of that video has always made me laugh.

And boy was it windy here today. Well, sporadically, but ut was.

It hit 91 today and was really freaking hot. But around 4:00 when Zac went off to work, Logan and I walked him out to the car to say bye. It had cooled off significantly, with clouds on the western horizon, so we decided to stay outside and play for a while. Logan's friend, Lydia, also came out to join us. They played on Savannah's exercise trampoline, threw some pine cones around, and were riding up and down the sidewalk on some of Logan's push toys. While they were playing, I decided to call my mom and tell her I got my diploma in the mail today. (Side note: I GOT MY DIPLOMA IN THE MAIL TODAY!!!) So while I was talking to her, the kids wandered down to the end of the building and were playing under some willow and pine trees. I could still see them, so I wasn't concerned.

Until the wind picked up.

This huge gust of wind blew by and literally knocked Logan off his feet. I started walking over to make sure he was ok while he stood up. Then another huge gust came by and not only knocked him back down, but flipped him over! The same gust literally picked little 3-year-old Lydia up off the ground while on Logan's fire truck, too. So I said something along the lines of "Holy crap Mom, I'll call you back," hung up, and ran over to grab the kids. When I got to them, I just grabbed them and held on tight. Without the building there to block the wind, it was INSANE!!!!! Then I saw my neighbor run out of the house looking all frantic and searching for her daughter. I yelled to her and she ran over and was almost knocked over by the wind herself. So the two of us managed to get the kids inside, but not without being pelted by pine cones and small tree branches first. Thankfully, no injuries to report. Just traumatized kids.

Well, turns out (according to the news) it was officially a "dry microburst" that hit us at about 70 miles per hour. There was one reported up north of us in Centerville, too.

And the funny thing? We never got any rain.

Sunday Snapshots...

The ones of Logan are stolen from Liz. 'Cause she's amazing. The one of me is at 30 weeks. This silly little girl has been lying sideways (or "transverse" if you want to be all technical about it) for the last month or so. My doctor said she wouldn't worry about trying to turn her until I was at least 34 weeks and that she would probably end up flipping on her own.


And last night she did.

I first started feeling VERY pregnant yesterday. Like my stomach was sticking out super far (as opposed to the picture, where I just felt wide). Then I noticed I was using the restroom about every hour, I was having the worst heartburn of my life, and I could no longer feel a head on one side of my uterus and a bum on the other. I'm all squishy on the sides now! So hurray for that. Yes, it means I may be a bit more uncomfortable in bladder and heartburn terms, but I can deal with that if my little girl will cooperate with my attempt at "natural" childbirth...which wouldn't be happening if I had to have a c-section!

Happy Mother's Day!!!

And since it's such a wonderful day to celebrate all of the Moms out there, my Sunday Snapshots are dedicated to you:

My Favorite Mother's Day Video...

I seriously can't get enough of this. So as a gift from me to you, Happy early Mother's Day!!!!

Where To Begin...

So so so much to catch up on. First, WE GRADUATED!!!!! Second, my mom, my grandma, and my mother-in-law all made it out for graduation. It was a ton of fun having them here...it was my mom and my grandma's first time out to Utah. I think they had fun.


While they were here, I made sure to take them to all of the must-see places (well, as much as I could do in 4 days). We did a campus tour, hit the bookstore, L&T in the Cougareat, Cafe Rio, Tucanos, the Museum of Art, Ikea, Temple Square (and the Family History Center), SubZero, and had planned on going to Arches National Park down in Moab, but didn't make it. We were too worn out!

And then, if you can remember back to a post in December, I got tickets to go see "Wicked" in Salt Lake. So I left my mom and grandma home with Zac and Logan and went to see it with my very best friend in the whole world. Dani and James flew up from San Antonio for a few days just so she could go see "Wicked" with me!!!! Well, and to see her family, but whatever. So the show was AMAZING. We had seats near the back on the aisle, and we were even fist in the restrooms at intermission. But that's what you get when you put two pregnant girls together :-) She took all the pictures on her camera, so I'll have to post those when I steal them off of Facebook. (Hint: Dani, upload those pictures!!!)

So after a whirlwind week of family, friends, and graduation, everyone left on Tuesday the 28th. And my life came to a sudden screeching halt. I'm no longer taking classes, doing homework, taking tests, or writing papers. I don't have a calling in church (NOT complaining, by the way). I don't have a demanding child (again, NOT complaining). And I only have the one, for now. So I'm feeling a little lost. I joined a book club, a walking group, and a writing group, all in hopes of vamping up the social void graduating has left me with, but I still feel a little out of it knowing I'm a college graduate with no professional prospects.

(Well, there was that submission I made to an agency for my novel, but I'm almost praying for a rejection letter. I told them it was a complete 90,000 word novel. It's not. It's only about half done at 40,000 words. But I had to do it for my class.)

So I guess that sums up what's been happening the last month. Currently, we're waiting to hear back from a few studios for an internship for Zac. He didn't get one with Pixar (But that wasn't a huge surprise. They only accepted one intern from BYU), but we're still waiting on BlueSky Studios in New York and Avalanche here in Salt Lake. And if he doesn't get either of those, he will just complete his internship credits at BYU (which he is currently doing to build his portfolio anyways). So other than waiting for an internship...or even a JOB!...we're just waiting on the baby. Who currently prefers to lie sideways in my uterus rather than up-side-down like normal children. Just hope she changes her mind in the next 4-6 weeks!


A smattering of pictures to come...

Sunday Snapshot...

Sorry. I've been on blogging hiatus. And now it feels like too much to catch up on. But I'll do it. I promise.

Sunday Snapshots...

A preview of what's coming up this week!!!!!

Meh...

Went to the doctor's on Monday. Took the glucose test. My blood sugar was way too high. So I had to go back yesterday for the "three hour" test.

Three hours my butt.

I stopped eating at 8:30 Monday night and made it in to the doctor's for my fasting blood sample which was 76 (80 being normal). Then I drank the nasty drink again and had my finger pricked a second time, an hour later. That time my sugar level was 177 and the normal is 120. So I had to go back a third time. This put me at 12:10 and I still hadn't eaten since the night before. At this point, I was irritated. And I didn't want my fingers poked anymore. But an hour later, they did it again. And my blood sugar should have been back down to 105. It only dropped two points to 175. Even for gestational diabetes the level should be about 165. So that was cool. the last finger poke was at 1:10. The nurse told me if my sugar hadn't stabilized to about 90, I would probably be diagnosed with gestational diabetes. So she poked my finger and guess what me blood sugar read? 42!!!!!

Which meant a few things. No gestational diabetes. A worried nurse and a worried doctor. A shaky me because I hadn't eaten in 16 hours. And a sleeve of Oreos given to me to munch on. Logan was a fan of that last one.

So yeah the nurse kind of freaked and said, "that can't be right...hang on while I get the doctor." So the doctor (not my doctor, but a doctor in the practice)comes in and says, "are you feeling alright? Because a level that low would make most of us pass out." So I held up my hands and I was shaking a lot. And I was feeling a little hot and dizzy. So she gave me the Oreos and made me hang out in the waiting room for a while before I left. She didn't want me driving :-) She also wanted to test my sugar again but I pretty much refused to have my poor swollen fingers touched again. And after telling the nurse I hated her, I don't think she was willing to poke me again.

After about 20 minutes I felt better, so Logan and I got in the car and headed home. And I ate a ton of animal crackers, baked salt and vinegar chips, and chicken salad. It was delicious. Hooray for crazy blood sugar! I'm expecting a call from my doctor in the next couple of days to figure out what's happening, if anything. And I'm starting my two-week baby appointments...I can't believe how fast this pregnancy seems to be going compared to last time!

Happy Easter!!!

And wouldn't you know...I didn't get the camera out a single time today. Fail. But here's my favorite Easter picture:


And here's some pictures from last Easter...my justification being that I never ended up posting them last Easter. Check it out. Wow I'm a slacker!!!!




So anyways, Easter was great. I sang in the church choir...we did an Easter Cantata. And the last two weeks during rehearsals, I kept tearing up during the last song entitled, "He is Risen." So I thought I could pull it together and sing straight through it during the Sacrament meeting, but no. The spoken part at the beginning was supposed to represent Mary Magdalen and it was this really beautiful part talking about how Mary went to anoint the body of the savior for burial and she was told that he wasn't there but that he was risen. It then wraps up by her saying "Surely this was the most glorious morning the world will ever know..." or something to that effect. Well, I thought I was keeping it together, but the girl doing the narration started crying, which got me crying, and I could hardly sing the song. So why was I blubbering? Well, forgive me for getting all churchy, but here it goes. Not only do I believe in the Resurrection of our Savior, Jesus Christ, but I truly know that it happened and that His sacrifice will bring the resurrection to all who have lived on this Earth. I know that I will see my friends and family that have passed away again someday. And I know that because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, I have the opportunity to live with them through the rest of Eternity. I am grateful for this knowledge and I love this beautiful holiday we have to celebrate this wonderful gift our Savior has given us!

Ok, end of churchy stuff. When we got home from church, Logan and Zac got to take naps while the Easter Bunny came and his their baskets. The Easter Bunny should have come last night, but the Easter Bunny was really tired and went to bed super early. So the Easter Bunny came this afternoon. Also while the boys were napping, I made scalloped potatoes, a cucumber-tomato salad, and fruit salad. And put the ham in the oven. Then the boys woke up, found their candy, and we called my family who were all at dinner at my parents' house. It was great to be able to talk to everyone at once :-)

After we wrapped up the phone conversation (during which Logan learned to say "Happy Easter"), I set the table and greeted Zac's brother, Jon, his sister Savannah, his other sister, Liz, her roommate Elisa (or "Jaleesa" if you're calling her by what Zac made up), and our friend, Chris. We had a nice dinner followed by Cheesecake, Liz's sweet rolls, and a lot of Tetris in the Wii and Katamari Damaci on the X-box.

It was really nice to be able to continue my tradition of hosting Easter dinner...it was really hard for me when I first moved away from home to not have anywhere to go. Then after Gary passed away, I felt like I really needed to throw a big shabang to keep myself busy and surrounded by loved ones. So for the past few years I've tried to host a big get-together...I think this year was the smallest with only 7 people! But it was reasonable with me being all pregnant and tired, and I think we all had a pretty good time. Hope you did, too, wherever you're reading from!

I Think It's Over...

Well, last night was rough. We couldn't get Logan's fever down below 101 so he kept waking up and crying. About two hours after he went to bed, I checked on him to see how he was doing and I could see something dark all over him, his pillow, and his blanket. I turned on the hallway light and was able to see that it was blood. Every where.

So of course I freaked out, thinking he was coughing up blood. But once I washed off his face, I could tell it was just a bloody nose. So the bloody nose went on for a good hour, getting all over everything and everyone.

Once the nosebleed stopped, Zac and I brought Logan to bed with us where he proceeded to take up a good four square feet of the center of the bed...interesting, considering he is only like 32 inches tall. But he was sleeping well enough, so we dealt with it. With very little sleep. And the sleep I did manage to get was usually interrupted hourly by a tiny hand stroking my cheek. I'd wake up and look at Logan and he would whisper "Juice" in the sweetest, sickest little voice ever. It broke my heart. So I'd give him his juice and he'd fall back asleep.

Then this morning, when I came back into the bedroom after my shower, Logan was sitting up in our bed and said, "Hi Mama!" in the happiest voice ever. His fever was non-existent and he spent most of the day playing and catching up on all the energy he didn't use the last few days. It's good to have him back!

In other news...only 99 days to go till #2's due date!!!! That's less than 100!!! That's DOUBLE DIGITS, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!! Wheeeeee!!!!!

Homework, Doctors, and Hospitals, Oh My...

So last night while worrying about Logan, I forgot that I had astronomy homework due.
Fortunately, Zac's brother, Jon, texted me to ask if I had done it.
Unfortunately, he didn't text me until 11:30 and the homework is due by the end of the day Wednesday.
Fortunately, they don't actually collect the homework until Thursday mornings, so I got up super early and turned both mine and Jon's in before anyone knew the difference.

Then when I got home from running to campus, Logan had just woken up and was calling for me.
Fortunately, he wasn't wheezing anymore.
Unfortunately, his temperature was back up to 103 under his arm (meaning 104).
Fortunately, there was a nurse to talk to when I called the doctor's office.
Unfortunately, with Logan's history of pneumonia, she said I should bring him in as soon as possible.
Fortunately, there was an opening about an hour from then.

So I gave him more Motrin and we hung out on the couch watching Playhouse Disney until we left for the doctor's.
Fortunately/Unfortunately, Logan's fever didn't go down too much by the time we went back to the exam room. Fortunate for me so I didn't look like I was overreacting, but unfortunate for him...he was the one with the fever.
Fortunately, no ear infection or strep
Unfortunately,that meant something else was causing the fever.

Next stop was the hospital for chest x-rays to possibly confirm pneumonia again.
Unfortunately, being pregnant, I couldn't be in the room to hold him.
Fortunately, the chest x-rays were clean so it's not pneumonia.
Unfortunately, that means something else could be wrong, causing the poor little guy to have a 104 degree fever for more than 24 hours.

So the doctor said to keep him on Motrin/Tylenol to keep the fever down, but if it keeps spiking tomorrow, she would like to get some blood work done to rule out anything really serious.

This evening he was doing pretty well...he played with Zac while I was at class and was still in good spirits when I came home and brought Aunt Savannah with me. Then the Motrin started to wear off and his fever went back to 102.5 under his arm...an hour before I was supposed to be able to give him more. So he cuddled with Savannah while I did her taxes, then started falling asleep on her. So I pumped him full of more Motrin and we put him to bed.

We shall see what tomorrow brings...

Will It Ever End???

Logan is sick. Again. This morning he woke up with a terrible barking cough and by noon he had a temperature of 102.4 under his arm. So he took some Motrin and a three hour nap and started to feel better. He was still playing and being crazy Logan without too much cuddling, just with added wheezing. Then by 8:15 this evening he was passed out. Until 11:00 when he woke up sobbing (still with the cough and the wheezing) and his temp went back up to 103 under his arm. So I gave him more Motrin and he kind of fell back asleep...with a lot of tossing and turning.


(His first cold at 5 months)

For the better part of his entire life, Logan had been a super healthy kid. He had one cold and one ear infection his entire first year and a half of life. But since then, I swear he has been sick at least monthly. Cold after cold, fever after fever, two more ear infections, and pneumonia. Seriously...what did I start doing wrong???

So now I have this whole predicament. Fact: Logan gets sick fairly frequently. Fact: He often gets a pretty high fever (around 103 under his arm) for at least 24 hours. Fact: I hate taking him to the doctor only to have the doctor tell me, "give him fluids and use a humidifier in his room." Fact: Occasionally it is a good thing that I take him to the doctor's because he has ended up with ear infections and pneumonia before.

Well, there are the facts before you...so when do I end up calling and making an appointment? I figured I'd give the fever 24 hours to break and if it doesn't, then I'll call. But I don't want something to be really wrong with him and let him be in unnecessary pain for too long. And at the same time, I don't want to be that mom who takes her kid to the doctor's every time he sneezes. So where's the balance? What makes me a good, responsible mom versus the hypochondriac?

Now that I'm graduating, maybe I should apply to med school and become a pediatric physician. Then I'll know.

Or not.