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!! :)

Daddys Boy

Kyler absolutly adores his daddy. He is the first person he asks for in the morning when he walks into our room (if i am not already up), and gets the most adorable look of sheer joy on the weekends when daddy sits up in bed and says good morning. He gets that same happy look when he hears the back door open when daddy comes home from work. He melts when he wakes up early enough to see daddy leave in the mornings, seriulsly he just sobs and it breaks mine and his daddy's heart every time.
Lately the two have been up to lots. Brandon is on a cookie making kick and makes a batch every Sunday morning before he leaves for meetings (we have 1:30 church so he has plenty of time!) Kyler is his big helper, every time. The best funny story is he had Ky on the chair and the cookbook in front of him...Kyler changed the page, and Brandon didn't even notice till he was halfway through the recipe...he was so MAD! I just laughed. Someday he will learn to not trust a toddler with a book and keeping it on the right page! :) Here are some pictures from one Sunday I took a while ago.

Today Brandon was helping me get the handles on Kyler dresser I just painted ( i will post about it soon) He is such a helper. Brandon would drill the holes in the drawer and Ky would dust off the shavings smiling all the way. Then he helped daddy screw in the screws. Or tried to help, he wanted to turn it the opposite way daddy needed to, it was quite amusing. Here are some pictures of them working together (and I promise Brandon does wear more than that same Grey shirt, kinda ironic that he is wearing it in both set of pictures)

look at him adoring his "my daddy" as he lovingly calls him

Lastly this is unrelated to him loving his daddy, but really just too cute.....

He threw a fit when daddy left to go snowmobiling with some men from our ward (ok so it does have to do with daddy!) So mommy tried to save the day and give him a "nack" or snack and turned on "Cars" for him to calm down to.... I was busy trying to do a project on the computer and was wondering why he was so quite and not bothering me :) and looked over onto the couch and this is what i found. HE HAS NEVER FALLEN ASLEEP ANYWHERE BUT BED OR HIS CARSEAT!!!! I was so super surprised! Its apparently tough being almost 2! :)

Seriously isn't he the absolute cutest little boy you have ever seen!!!

Feeling a Little "Whelmed"

It seems just when you think you are getting a handle on things you get to try some other trial on for size. :)
Like i mentioned in the last post i have been having issues with my heart. They have been a large source of worry for me, but now after lots of blood work and other tests, i am apparently ok as long as they don't get worse and go away once I have this Little Miss. ahhh, that was a nice thing to hear from my doctor yesterday. But, that is not where the conversation ended. I was then told that my glucose was so high that they didn't even have to do a second longer test to prove that i have Gestational Diabetes. WHAT!
I immediately started freaking out. I was terrified when pregnant with Kyler that i had GD, cause i would get shaky all the time and feel faint if i missed a meal. I remember going to Richfield one Saturday with Brandon leaving just after breakfast and shopping till about 3 when we were at ACE picking out nursery paint, and I almost passed out, so i bought a big bag of almonds (they might have been covered in chocolate:) ) and downed a good 3 handfuls and was fine. I told my Dr. and had the glucose test the next week (it was time for it anyway) and the first test came up positive, freaking me out completely. They scheduled me to come back for the 3 hour one, and i passed with flying colors. Not the slightest abnormal. Fewww. What a relief. I just made sure that i always had a granola bar with me from then on and I was perfectly fine.
This pregnancy has not been like that at all. I could skip meals and be fine. I often forget to eat when i am feeding the kids i tend until 2 or 3 when they are all sleeping, and i have never felt faint or funny. So when i got the nasty drink, my dr told me to do it fasting just to make sure i passed the first one this time, i was not worried in the slightest. Not one worry in my mind that i would pass. I drank the drink, went to the hospital and had my blood drawn, went home ate a muffin and ran to the World Wide Training for church. I never felt funny at all. (with Kyler i felt so sick and wanted to puke during the first and second test). All these things made me so confident that there was no problems but my dang fluttering heart, that when the nurse gave me the news that i had GD i might have fallen to pieces. . . . ok so i did fall to pieces.
I hate knowing that i have this issue. I hate more that it is something that i could have probably avoided if i would have been at a healthier body weight when i got pregnant. I feel so horrible that I have done this to me and my baby girl the guilt is enough to kill me. I had a serious meltdown last night, but all things considered and after a blessing from my oh so amazing loving and understanding husband, i am happy to say i will be just fine, at least mentally about it all. I am still scared to death that she will be a monster baby! Kyler was 7 lb 2 oz a month early with no problems with GD, this kid could be HUGE by the time i have her! That honestly scares me the most. That and all the other health affects that come along with GD and the increased chance i have at getting it later on. So why am i telling you all this. Well really i am not tell you specifically. I am just journaling my feelings and you just happen to have access to my blog which grants you the opportunity to hear me whine and boob about things. :)
So i have an appointment Friday with a dietitian who is supposed to get me all set up with what i can and cant eat, and the little blood taker thing. I will have to take my blood 4 times a day, and eat right. Hopefully if i am religious about it, everything will go ok and i wont have a massive Little Miss to deliver this May!

The second part of my "whelmed" day....Kyler had to go to the ENT (ear, nose, and throat) Dr today to follow up and talk with him about his nasty bad ears. I feel so responsible for this one too, cause i got my grandmas nasty bad ears and remember still very vividly getting millions of ear infections, and have several ear drum bursts. Yes i know, mother of the year award for passing that one on.
Ky got tubes not even a year ago, and one fell out about a month ago. He had an infection and it was draining like it should, but cause there was so much gunk coming out it pulled the tube out with it. Darn! So this appointments was to address that problem...and now we have an appointment scheduled for March 2nd for my little man to get another set of tubes (these ones a T shape, that are supposed to stay in longer) and have his adenoids taken out. Apparently the adenoids can cause problems with ears and such, so its better to just take them out. I am all go about it. I haven't had mine since i was 5, and seems how they can just knock him out once and get both done at the same time i am all about it. Hopefully it helps him.
The sadder part is that we haven't even paid off the other set of tubes from last year yet!! Stupid cheap insurance!! So here we go! This is the year for us to have medical problems though with having the baby and Kys tubes we should be great on meeting our deductible! :) I keep telling Brandon if he is going to get hurt doing anything for a while, this is the year to do it!! He always just laughs at me, but really, it would be good planning if we could decide this is the year for him to have anything go wrong too!! :)

So there you go a long long story, and i hope that none of you actually read the whole thing. How boring for you! :) I will make a much more fun and uplifting post soon...as soon as i have pictures and a story to tell! :)

Another Comparison

With Kyler i was so good to write down things i was feeling, etc when pregnant with him in a pregnancy journal i was given. This time, i don't have a journal, and haven't been good about writing any of it down. So i thought i would do a symptom comparison between the two babies, because i don't think the pregnancy's could be more different!! :)

So here we go

Kyler-- never threw up
Little Miss Muffet--threw up twice ( i know thats not a lot, but i wanted to LOTS more)

Ky--got migraines the first trimester, and then for the remainder of the time, no headaches, which was a huge bonus cause i get them often when i am not pregnant
Little Miss Muffet-- I get them SUPER often. Still.

Ky--Was a super mover inside of me
Little Miss--super mover as well

Ky--sat high in me, liked to hang out in my ribs the majority of the time
Little Miss--She is a low rider. She like to be as deep down as she can go in my back. She is already scoping out her exit, which irritates me and scares me a little...she has a while to go!!

Ky--Never had tight muscles in my neck and shoulders...I loved that relaxin he was given me
Little Miss--ya remember how i mentioned constant headaches...she isn't so liberal with that relaxin hormone i guess, cause my neck and shoulders are in a constant knot!

Ky--Got tired, but could deal with it. I was working full time out of the house, so i couldn't just take naps and i survived.
Little Miss--I work full time, at home which at times i think is harder than working away from home. I see the couch and die a little thinking i cant lay my poor aching body down. (although i have been known to sit down to read and go out like a light, good think i am a light sleeper!!)

Kyler--by now i was swelling like a balloon. No rings on my fingers, having to buy new shoes for my large and in charge feet. Looked super fluffy! :)
Little Miss--Proud to say that my wedding ring is still on and fits like a charm!! :) No swollen achy feet, and lots less fluff in my face!

Kyler--occasional heart flutters, but never anything I was worried about
Little Miss--Constant heart flutters, which granted me the opportunity to get an EKG for the first time in my life and lots of blood tests to see what is up with my freaking out heart. (apparently i am throwing in an extra beat and my pules is fast) It makes me feel weird when it gets on a role which is why i finally told a Dr.

 Kyler--Had his room all arranged, painted and lots of clothes to dress the boy in.
Little Miss-- I have hit a few clearance racks...she will be a well dressed 6-12 month old....a little more worried about the 0-6 department!! :) She will look fabulous in blue with footballs and bears i am sure!! As long as she has a bow in her hair, it wont matter, right!! :) I do have her bassinet set up in our room, cause i tend a little baby that is snoozing there for now. But no room for her, and really right now no plan for a room for her, we are a little short on bedrooms for little monkeys. So funny the difference in preparations between the first and the second child.

Kyler-- Took my glucose test, failed first one. Took the 3 hour test. Passed with flying colors.
Little Miss--Took the glucose test, failed miserably. Blood sugar should be in the 90-120 range. Mine was 211 on the test. Scary. (But a happy side note, my nurse told me i am excelling in keeping it controlled. Happy thought)

Kyler--had to get up 2-3 times a night to pee...seriously it was ridiculous
Little Miss-- rarely even have to get up to pee at night. :)

For now, that's all i can think of. I might revisit the further along it get, cause this is the only journal i use for now, and i am sure i will have more to compare later!