Heavely Laundry Room

This past weekend i finally tackled the project that i have wanted to do for about a year and a half... i guess nesting at its best. :) I don't have a room to decorate for the new baby so the laundry room was the next best thing! I am so so so so loving the new room. I hated the dark maroon paint. It showed everything from dirt/dust/and the millions of dings that a mud room is bound to get. It is now a happy light heavenly room and just thought i would share the happy yellow with you all!! :)

Prayer and more

Kyler is getting so smart and fun. Tonight was no exception. While saying prayers Brandon was prompting him to say his parts, like "mommy, daddy, grandma, baby sister, papa, mama, and then in the end he said "in the name of Jesus Christ" and wanted Ky to say 'Jesus Christ' but Ky comes back with "AMEN" giggles and jumps into bed.   What a funny boy! He really wanted to read his book and wanted to get to the end i guess!

Also today while in the bath tub he put his face in the water to blow bubbles, he loves doing this, bless his daddys heart for teaching him. :) This time he was a little careless and sucked in instead of blowing out, a slightly common mistake. He comes up gasping for air coughing his little heart out. It happens often, and i usually just pat him on the back and tell him to cough it out. Tonight he was all independent cause while he was coughing, eyes watering, still gasping for air he stood up and started patting his bum...guess thats the next best place to help calm those coughs! :)

We love our little Ky Ky. He is truly my best bud, i wonder all the time where all the love for the little girl is going to come from, and have come to decide that my heart will have to grow 10 times larger to make room for another little monkey in there.

Caught the Bug!

Nope not a sickness bug, although it could be considered a sickness! ;)
One goal i had for this year was to do Kylers first 2 years scrapbook...so I finally got into it, and now i am loving it!!
Here are a few i have been working on lately:

Craftyness

Kylers dresser was in desperate need for repair and new paint job. So i finally got it all done and decorated. I think it looks tons better!

Little Cowboy

Saturday Brandon had to go to the farm and help his dad and brothers tag the new calf's to their moms. So I told Kyler if he ate all his breakfast (which was a real threat cause he has not been eating well this past week) he could go to the farm. Shock to mom, my threat paid off...for the first time in Kylers short life! :) he gobbled his oatmeal and banana in about 15 minutes flat. We got our clothes and headed down to the farm (might i add not without a total meltdown when mommy wouldn't let him wear his nice boots, and tried to put roper boots we got as a hand-me-down. So he went in tennis shoes...oh i love my little temper tantrum son! :) )
We got to the farm, and honestly Ky was super nervous at first. He has been around the cows and horses before, but it has been a while, and i think he forgets how BIG they are! I decided it would be better to take him to the shoot where the calves were all stuck and let him check that out first...and that's all it took. He started warming up to the large creatures, and soon enough me and him climbed the fence in with all the mommy cows. :) He went bazerk in love! :) He was mooing at the cows and even joined in to yell "Get in there" to a couple of the moms and babies. I was cracking up the majority of the time.

The best of all is he was being packed around by his favorite Uncle "Twavis" and they were bellering like a baby calf to get the momma cow to notice we had them and come "claim" their baby. It took a few times, and then Kyler joined in. Really so super cute!! At that point i had to grab my camera and I caught it on tape, so here is that and a few pictures of our fun at the farm.

Ky and his main man Daddy

Ky and Uncle "Twavis"

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Checkin the calf in the shoot

It was serious work out there....mom couldnt get a smile for nothin

Favorite Quote

I bet you read that title and think i am going to be inspirational....but, that is not the case! :)
Kyler is newly addicted to "Cars" we watch it lots more than i would like to admit. I am so against letting kids watch TV/movies too much. So i do try to limit to every other day. :) But in my defense, and yes i do realize i am my own worst critic, he doesn't sit and watch the movie, he is usually playing and looks up occasionally. ahhhh, ok i feel better now. Now I can share my favorite quote from the movie.....

I'm telling you, you gotta help me! . . . I'm in hillbilly hell! My IQ's dropping by the second! I'm becoming one of them!

Seriously, this is so my thoughts at times living in a smaller community. Dont get me wrong, i love love love it here. I love all the people, i love the smallness, and love all the millions of quirks of a small community, but seriously, i can feel my IQ dropping. :) At times i about die when bad grammar comes out of my mouth. I never ever talked like a hick in my life, and i grew up on a farm!! I used to sound smart, or atl least i thought i did. Now at times, i think i have officially become one of 'them'. I guess that happens. But that is why I laugh every time that part comes on the TV. I was so hoping i could stand strong and resist the urge to become lazy in my language, but its so hard when your surrounded by it. It would be like living in a different country and not picking up on their accent, impossible when you have been there for over 3 years.
So There you have it, Marci's quote of the year! :)

Bye Bye and Hello

Bye Bye adenoids, Hello new ear tubes

Today was Kylers surgery day to have his adenoids removed and new, better tubes put in. It hasn't even been a whole year since his last tubes were put in and one already fell out and he continues to get ear infections every time his nose gets a little runny. Which sadly now I do daycare happens a little more frequently.
I past this darn problem on to my little boy, so when the Dr suggested taking his adenoids out would help his ears drain, i was all go for it! They also put in "T" shaped tubes that are supposed to last lots longer than the regular round ones. We will see.

Making fishy faces with daddy (his gown had them all over it)

Happy boy in the morning before...he had everything a little boy dreams of...daddy, blankey, and Elmo

This morning we woke him up and ran him right over at 7:15...he is a big breakfast kinda guy so we were a little worried that he would freak about not getting any "bood" (food) this morning, but he never even asked. Relief. The nurse came in to give him some medication that would calm him down, she was so shocked that he took the medicine so happily. Yes, my strange son loves to get medicine from a syringe, he sucks it out fast than you can push the syringe in! :)  He does call it "juice" which might be a problem someday, but geez they need to not make it taste so darn good i guess! :)
Then the anesthesiologist came in, we put him on the rolling bed, and he got to go for a ride back...he thought it was purely awesome and didn't even flinch when mom and dad gave him bye bye kisses and he was taken through to the OR. Serious, no looking back, he was having a great time on that big rolling bed!
I wish i could say that he returned just as happy. I could hear him crying down the hall when they were bringing him back. Oh so sad! He was having a really hard time waking up from the anesthetic. It was not a good sight. At least not for a Mommy's heart strings. He thrashed and cried and cried and kicked and kicked. He was hating everything, the IV, the band aid on his thigh and foot, and his gown. We had the power to remove the poor little boys gown and he sported his diaper for a good 30-45 minutes until he calmed down enough for me to get his "jammers" back on.  He hated, and when i say hated I mean loathed the IV in his foot and after about 5 minutes of pure torture on our part and Kylers, the nurse finally decided he would be ok and started to take it out. He was still not completely with it, mostly just thrashing and kicking and slobbering all over, so me holding him and his leg, Brandon holding his feet, and the poor nurse trying to nicely take out the IV we got it out, but not without lots of blood getting on the bed and my nice shirt. Darn it, the poor kick ripped the IV out and it bled like a bugger, mostly cause he was kicking so much and we couldn't put pressure on it. With the IV out, "B" (blanket) and "melmo" (Elmo doll) in hand, cartoons on TV and a warm daddy to cuddle up to he started to calm down. Thank goodness.
He finally fell asleep, they could finally get his vital signs, and we finally got to leave at about 10:30AM. He was out and stayed out until 1:00. From 1 on he was a happy happy little man. He ate and ate and ate. Seriously that kid could have eaten me out of house and home...good thing i have lots of food on hand! :) Besides a little sore throat apparent when he coughs, he doesn't seem to really mind at all that he was put under this morning. He was tired by about 5:30, so we had a bath, dinner, prayer and jumped into bed at 6:30. He wanted me to sing a couple times...i am a sucker for his "gin" (again) "pweese" (please) so we might have sung 3 songs at least 3 times each, he got a night night kiss from mommy and 2 minutes later he was out. Its 11:00PM now and he has not moved. Now lets pray he sleeps till 8! :)

28 Weeks

This Little Miss is 28 weeks

This week means more to me than I think it probably should. Why, you ask? Well since my first Child Development class i took in high school and then in the 5 or so i took in college i have learned about the age of vitality, which means if if the baby is born now, their chance of survival is very high. I remember learning about week 28 in school and always thinking it would be such a relief to know that at that time, your worrying would lessen at least a little knowing if something, heaven forbid, went wrong, and you had to deliver your baby, its chance for survival is very good.
So I am now 28 weeks. This means more this pregnancy than last time, and it is probably cause the problems i have had this pregnancy have surfaced much earlier than the high blood pressure in Kylers pregnancy(they didnt come till i was 30 weeks). I by no means plan on having this little monkey early, although i do plan on not taking her to 40 weeks...i mean come on people Ky was 7 lb 2 oz 4 weeks early!!! :) But to know, that if something did happen, she would be fine in the long run if she came now (she would still be so so tiny and too too early to be ok to come right home with me) brings a huge sigh of relief. Can you hear it!?
Just thought i would share one of my many thoughts that run through this crazy brain of mine! :)

Here is to a healthy 3rd Trimester!!

Funny Kid

Often this conversation happens at our house and the script is usually universal for both of us....
"where does that kid come from",
"don't know, must be from you, im not that funny or weird"
"Well neither am I!"
Followed by laughter on both accounts

Why do we say this? Seriously, you should come be a fly on our wall...you would get serious good entertainment from a almost 2 year old. Off the top of my head here are a few examples of his funniness. You might not find them as funny, but I am writing them down anyway! 

* Church Sundays is a difficult time for us all. Ky is a super active little boy. We are FREQUENTLY told how entertaining he is to watch during sacrament meeting. He has his good days, he has normal days for a 21 month old, and then he has horrible days that make me desire inactivity in the church just to keep my sanity. :)
This Sunday he was particularly good. He was so super tired cause he refused his forced nap in the morning. So he just ate his snacks, and then layed on the floor and looked at books and scratched at the wall. At the very end he was loosing it though. He wanted to escape, and successfully did twice. We come back in after chasing him out into the foyer, and finish the closing song, he folded his arms to pray. Short prayer, thank you! and then....  At the top of his little cute voice with his arms flying in the air comes, " ALL DONE, ALL DONE, ALL DONE!!!!" Followed by a huge grin and squeals! We both about died laughing, and the people all sitting around us who heard him. Funny boy.

* We moved him to his big boy bed oh about a month or so ago. It has just been a twin mattress on the floor, I was too paranoid to put it on the frame. But, he has proved he can successfully get off tall beds, so this weekend while re-arranging his room we decided we would put it on the frame. WOW, that made it tall! Poor boy cannot get up on his bed without a stool. Mom still wants to take it down, but i might just be a super worrier, dad says he will be fine. Who knows, but now he has to have the stool used in the bathroom to get to the sink for daycare and him, to get on his bed. He thinks its AWESOME. He will find that stool and haul it to his room whenever he thinks he should be on his bed. Its made me chuckle a couple times cause he has such a proud look on his face like, "I have thought it through, and this is the plan, i am soooo smart!!"
Then this morning, I had moved the coffee table we use in the front room as a foot stool/Kylers stool to get on the couch. Poor toddler, he cant reach anything!! Anyway i moved it out of the way so i could vacuum. He immediately leaves the room and comes back with that dang cute, "Im so SMART and TRICKY" smile on his face, props the stool next to the couch and climbs on up. He laughs, looks at me and smiles a huge smile. Geez kid i love you!!

*Last night we put him down for bed at about 7:45. I decided at 9 to take a bath, thinking that was plenty of time for him to have fallen asleep. (his room has a door into the bathroom, so its noisy, we hate it) Anyway i start the tub, and am getting undressed and he opens the door with a book in his hands and says "Mommy, books". Mom says, "have you been reading books for over an hour!?!?" Kyler--all smiles. Darn it how do you get mad at a kid who just loves bookies!!?? I put him back in bed, and i guess he had finally had it, cause when i got out a half hour later, he was out cold on his bed.

*He often will just walk up to the toilet and pull up his shirt, stand there in front of the toilet for a second, then put his shirt back down and go about his playing. Makes me laugh every time!

* For the rest of the stories, i might have to combine movies.... Like his killer dance moves...they are priceless. I will post it soon. Its just harder to take videos during the day when i have 5 other kids here who want in on the movie making magic. :)

*There are lots more stories, i will add them later. and every time i say i do this...i usually do. So dont think i am just pulling your chain!! :)