My Boy

Amidst the chaos of moving and having most of our stuff in storage, we finally found our camera cord! YAY! So, Darrin uploaded the pictures and I noticed he named the file "my boy". Made me cry, the title of that file did. (No, I have not been watching Star Wars). But, without further adieu...Jeremiah at around 2 months give or take....

Oh the fun you can have while living at your grandparents!

A moment in time where Tessa and Malia weren't fighting over who got to hold him.

Kinda melts your heart, right?

Bow WOW!! (Translation--Malia's 5!)

Only a dog party would do for this canine-loving 5-year-old!!

So here's a funny story that my friend, Lisa--the mom of Malia's friend Mylee told me yesterday. Malia was at Mylee's house playing and Lisa was asking her about her birthday and what she would want to get. I had told Lisa that Malia was really into pets, hence the dog party. Lisa knew I probably wouldn't appreciate her getting her a real dog (thanks Lisa!) So she asked Malia if she would want a goldfish for a pet. Malia's answer was classic..."Let me put it to you this way..." and she proceeded to sing the entire song "How Much is that Doggie in the Window?" Which include these lyrics...

How much is that doggie in the window? The one with the wagglely tail. How much is that doggie in the window? I do hope that doggie's for sale.

I don't want a rabbit or a kitten, I don't want a parrot that talks. I don't want a bowl of little fishies, you can't take a goldfish for walks.

Oh Malia. How I love you.

Grandpa Doug got confused and thought it was a mexican pig party. Silly Grandpa!!!

Made out like a bandit, that girl!! She got a ton of "Pet Shop" toys--something she's really into right now.

Grandma Julie did a "dog presentation". Malia and Tessa helped.

This little game was 95% for my entertainment. I wish I would have gotten a picture with their heads down in their bowls. HIL-arious! It was a contest to see who could eat their cocoa puffs the fastest. No hands allowed.

You can't see their collars very well, but they each made their own.

I brought out the cake and announced that I was so sorry, but Grandma's dog had somehow walked all over it! he he.

I do believe it turned out to be all that Malia could have dreamed in her little 5-year-old dog-lovin' heart. And what more could a mother want? Summary: We had a busy, but great Saturday afternoon.

Introducing Jeremiah Noal

Born: August 13, 2009 @ 11:35 a.m.

Description: 8 pounds, 21 inches, one dimple on right cheek, lots of hair, super kissable.

Welcome to Earth little one.

Dad, meet son.

What can I say? I worked up an appetite. Davis Hospital has really good food. This particular delight was a fabulous chicken caesar salad. They also give each new mom a complimentary pedicure given by the local beauty school students. I am in no way employed by Davis Hospital, but seriously, go here.
First bath at home--please ignore all the dishes on the counter. I have my priorities people.

These little girls are a BIT obsessed with the babe. They would hold him 24/7 if I let them.

All things go

Chicago, Sufjan Stevens

Today, driving myself to my last doctor's appt. before this little angel is born, this song played. It helped me.

I have tried so hard to imagine loving a third as much as my first two children. It troubled me before Tessa was born, but quickly got eaten up in the smell of her sweet breath and tetris-like quality that made her a perfect fit into our family. Is it possible to harbor this fit a third time I keep wondering?

And then there's the aspect of our Eternal Father loving each and every one of his children--as vast as that number is. What am I concerning myself with three for?

So, the first line of this song pretty much made my heart excited and filled with love that I'm sure is going to soon be regenerated enough and then some. Miraculously. Can't wait.

Thursday. 7:00 a.m.

All things go.

Wish us luck.

Mayfield Canyon

A few weeks back we went camping with my dad. That short respite from the heat may have been just what I needed to get me through to the end of this pregnancy. Well, and a lot of popsicles now that I'm home.

I attempted to make peach cobbler in our dutch oven. Let's just say good thing there were S'mores.

We saw many of these.

Tessa stayed dry the whole time thanks to Grandpa Ken's trailer's magnificent bathroom. I don't think she would have done as well with the stinky outhouse (nor would have I).

The girls got to meet their Aunt Angeline, a long lost half-sister I hadn't seen in over 10 years (she lives in California). The girls immediately loved her--she let them perform for her, played fun games with them, read stories, made funny faces in her camera with them, set up a squirrel trap with Malia, roasted marshmallows despite her not eating them herself (the whole horse hoof thing and she being a vegetarian) I could go on and on. It was so good to get to know her better and spend time with Grandpa Ken.

Grandpa Ken brought his toys. The girls loved going on rides. And yes, this pregnant lady went on some very breathtaking rides with her hubby over some very bumpy terrain, and no it did not send me into labor. Darn. Well, actually I don't think I would have wanted to give birth at Gunnison Hospital, no offense Gunnisononians.

Fun times, noodle salad. *$1.00 for anyone who can name that movie.

Sleepovers, parades, and slippery slides oh my...

Our townhome community held a 4th of July block party complete with jumping house, slippery slide, and blocked off road for kids to run and ride free. Thanks to Neil and Mindy our neighbors for planning it!
Tessa being sneaky at the parade opening the one candy she picked up. She didn't quite get the out of control fuss to get more and more.


4th O' July parade. Malia made out like a bandit with the candy this year...most of which has ended up in her mother's mouth. shhhh. And yes, we were pretending to have a Hawaiian 4th. One can dream.

These girls have been asking for sleepovers. (Well to sleep together) They're both such snugglers, as you can see by the top picture. And I sure delight in them when they're sleeping. shhh.

Stranger in Moscow

It was 10 years ago this August that I sat alone in a train station on a rainy day in Moscow. I had returned as a head teacher a week before my fellow American teachers. I knew so so so so little Russian, and the world swirled around me. Sitting in my lap was a Sony portable CD player and Michael sang to me this. I listened to this song over and over and over. My wait for my train was about 10 hours. Adding that to a 10 hour jet lag effect and you can see I was feeling a little strange. I felt like he knew my vulnerabilities and was singing me through them. I'll never forget that day or how this song helped me out. Strange, I know. Here's to the king of pop. His out of this world talent was heard and appreciated all over the world. May he finally be at peace and no longer be a stranger in his own life. If I didn't have this big ol' belly I would probably be busting out my rollerskates just for old time sakes and heading to Classic. Ah. memories.