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King's birth story.. 3 months late

{I thought I would get around to posting this much sooner than I did... for the preface click here}

My dearest Kingston James,

The day you finally graced us with your presence was a beautiful one.

I say 'finally' because you threatened your debut around 26 wks, which you won't understand yet, but would have been completely disastrous.

We were living in New York at the time and cut our stay short by 2 months to be home to have you. Lot's of contractions made it impossible to live in the big city unless that is where I wanted to deliver-- and I didn't.

So with a lot of thought and prayer we decided it would be best to move home and be close to mommy's midwife and the hospital should you come early.

As the preface says I had decided long before it was time for your arrival that I was going to deliver you naturally. In preparation for the birth I had done a lot of research and found a doula to help me through the labor, a midwife to deliver you, and a hospital that catered to natural birth. I had read dozens of books and a gazillion birth stories.

I was excited, nervous, and completely prepared to have you.

On the morning of August 29, a good 2 1/2 wks before my due date, I awoke around 5 a.m. with the same contractions I had been having for some time. I had been to my midwife 4 wks earlier and was already at a 4 plus and 75% e faced at 34 wks, so I didn't think much of what I was feeling because I had been ready for so long.

It was nothing new to me-- But my heart told me that today was the day.

I woke daddy and told him I was ready.

I don't know if he believed me at that point, but he would shortly.

I waited 'til around 8 o'clock to call Cherrie, my midwife. I told her what I was feeling and that we were both ready.

Today was the day I was going to have you.

I knew you were ready, and I was DEFINITELY ready.

I learned a lot about mind/body power through my preparation to have you.

I talked to you daily and knew that we were on the same team. We would work together to keep you in until I would be able to keep you with me and not have you rushed away like Isaiah was. Together we were going to make it a good experience for both of us.

We went to Cherrie's home to be checked and learned I was already at a 6!

{hallelujah!}

At that point a million feelings rushed over me.

Fear, anxiousness, joy, anticipation- but mostly overwhelming excitement.

I couldn't wait to see your sweet face, and hold your tiny little body.

I felt that I already knew you- I knew your gentle spirit, and knew your face would be familiar to me the moment I saw you.

The anticipation I felt knowing that today would be our much anticipated reunion brought many tears to mommy's eyes- the happy kind of tears.

Cherrie told us to go home and do whatever we could to get the labor moving.

We did a lot of squats, pressure points, warm baths, and stairs--

{and maybe a few other things you don't want to know about your parents... ewwww! gross mom.. I know.}

Before too long I was in active labor and contracting every 2 minutes.

Cherrie came over shortly after we got home and did more pressure points and massaging to help ease the labor.

I don't know if the excitement I felt helped dull the pain I was supposed to be feeling at that point, but I don't recall being too uncomfortable.

I labored most of the time on the birthing ball in my bedroom, which was wonderful.

Mommy's favorite by a mile.

I tried the bed-

and the bath,

but the birthing ball was still most comfortable.

I remember the look on Isaiah's face as he watched mommy during a pretty intense contraction, he was so worried and rushed to my side to give me a big hug and a kiss.

At that moment I remembered all of the reasons I had wanted it exactly like this and found renewed energy that carried me through the next phase of labor.

Grandma Wright and aunt Hannah came over, and they were fabulous.

They played with Isaiah, cooked food, and cleaned house to make mommy more comfortable.

Daddy was amazing through it all.

He held mommy through the pain, kissed my head with the completion of each contraction, wiped my forehead, and even made me laugh in between.

Around 4 o'clock cherrie checked me again.

I was an 8!

YOU WERE ALMOST HERE!!!

{more happy tears}

Cherrie was so worried we would have you in the car so we rushed as quickly as we could to the hospital. When we arrived and had settled into my hospital room grandma Durfey came. Mommy cried again, more happy tears.

Aunt Jerika and Aunt Katie were there also. They were great moral support. The hospital told us that they didn't feel that I even needed them, with all of the help I brought! You'll learn quickly what a great family you have.

What happened next is something I want you to remember and reflect on often throughout your life. The importance of focusing on the positive in difficult situations.

On the way to the hospital all my fears of Isaiah's birth came rushing back and literally paralyzed my labor.

It stopped completely. For 4 hours I sat at a 9.

Daddy talked me through my fears of them taking you away and told me that I knew you were healthy, and that I needed to have faith in my body, and faith in you.

I believed daddy and shortly after it was time to push.

It wasn't until this point in the labor that I was really in any pain.

Before that I was uncomfortable, but not in pain.

Daddy was so gentle with me.

He encouraged me with each contraction, held my legs, and reminded me why I wanted a natural birth in the first place.

Then the pushing started.

{insert tears... lot's of tears, and screams... and maybe yelling... daddy had claw marks from my fingernails... }

This part hurt a little, okay- it hurt a lot..

but with each surge of pain I knew you were that much closer to my arms,

and a short 30 minutes later you were born!

WE HAD DONE IT!!!

With that last push I will never forget the feelings that flooded my body!

Relief that you were finally out, joy that you were here and healthy, and an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction!

I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy 7 1/2 lb. baby boy!

{and i didn't even tear!}

And I did know your sweet face, I did get to keep you, and the joy I felt was so worth the short moments I of pain I endured.

You are everything mommy knew you would be and so much more.

Never forget how loved you are! You have already brought more joy to our family than I could ever describe! You truly are mommy's angel, I love you chunky monkey

With every heartbeat,

Mommy

confession

Some days I wish I could trade Dode lives.

I mean really.

Who wouldn't want this guy's life?

Not a care in the world.

Eat, Sleep, Poop.

Be this fat and still happy-

AND

look this cute naked.

just sayin'...

Double Take

Exhibit A.

Exhibit B.

Exhibit C.

Exhibit D.

If you can guess who's who on each of these i'll give you a million dollars-

Or

maybe just a candy bar..

whatev

Dode Smiles

Wright Randomness

some of kings cuteness

more cuteness

and more...

and yet again.

me and my Isaiah (how cute is he?)

Isaiah looking a little drunk...

I love this picture.

We put a picture of the temple up on his wall a few weeks ago, and had a lesson on the blessings of the temple.

We decided to take him up to see it... he loved it.

This is him telling mommy all about the 'bempo'.

Lover boy, and the castle

Halloween!

this was at grandma and papa's annual halloween bash.

all of the boy cousins (that were still there, we were a little late... big surprise i know)

My chunky monkey

Chunky monkey with ma mah.

My giggly stinker

Mommy and chunk

Shay aka 'cinderella' and Isaiah aka 'Ninja'

mommy and ninja

Bath time... ebony and Ivory.

That's a wrap!

Dode to the King

Meet dode.

Fat toad

chunk

or chunky monkey.

We've called you a lot of things little King.

But Isaiah gave you a nick name today.

He heard mommy calling you fat toad so much that he picked it up and now you are 'dode'.

Sorry-- but I think it's going to stick.

I like it.

Dode you are.

a boy after my own heart.

My little version of Seth #1, aka- Isaiah is a very funny boy.

We were sitting at dinner and I had a diet coke-

(I know I know... one of these days I will give it up... but not one in the very near future ;)

He was eating his food and reached up by my drink and said,

'awnt dat'

(want that)

I said,

'you want what baby?'

and then, clear as day he said,

'awnt dite koke!'

WANT DIET COKE!

yes ma'am.

Look what I've started. . .

(mom, just for your peace of mind, no I didn't give him any. :)

Dear Chunky Monkey

On Sunday Oct. 25th, you were held by your daddy and many of the other worthy priesthood holders in your life and given a blessing from your Heavenly Father.

It was a beautiful blessing.

Mommy cried. A LOT.

Your daddy first told you how loved you are and how badly your Heavenly Father misses your sweet spirit.

He spoke of the faithful and courageous man you were before coming to earth, and

how thankful we are that you agreed to be part of our family and allow us to be your parents.

He thanked you for your diligence.

He blessed you with a healthy mind and body throughout your life.

He blessed you to avoid serious illness and injury, that you would be able to continue your earthly mission and help in building the Kingdom of God on the earth.

He blessed you to be worthy to receive all of the needed blessings and

ordinances to someday return to your Heavenly Father.

He blessed you to have a desire to serve an honorable full time mission, and promised you upon the completion of it that you will be prompted to know how to further your education.

He blessed you with a desire to obtain much secular and spiritual wisdom and knowledge.

He spoke of the many lives you have already blessed and will bless throughout your life.

He blessed you to be successful in all of your righteous endeavors.

He blessed you to find a beautiful virtuous woman (he said similar to your mother) to take to the temple and begin your eternal family.

He blessed you with all the needed talents and gifts to accomplish what Heavenly Father has in store for you while here on earth.

He blessed you to continue to be the happy vibrant baby you are now.

He told you of your family's love for you.

He told you of your mommy's love for you, and blessed you to always know how loved and needed you are in our family.

He told you how thankful we are that you are here with us.

Really, he could have gone on and on about the love we have for you Kingston, but the english language is woefully inadequate. It's just something you will learn as you grow further and further into our hearts. You are the epitome of love. I knew you were a very special spirit from the moment I found out you were coming to our family, and I am learning this more and more every moment. I can't wait to watch you grow and experience life. I know you will live it to the fullest. You have that kind of energetic, animated personality.

I love you chunky,

Mommy

Not the same boring gift you give every year...

Truly Unique.

Truly Original.

Truly Breathtaking.

Truly-CHECK IT OUT,

or you're missing out.

foralltimeclocks.com

P.S. Santa...

Any of the bags..

scratch that

anything at ALL...

from here...

{ petuniapicklebottom.com }

would be lovely.

Yours truly

{preface to King's birth story}

My reason for wanting a natural birth began long before I became pregnant with Kingston.

It actually began when I had Isaiah.

I had a long, hard pregnancy with a lot of preterm labor,

and finally went into the hospital three and a half weeks early and had him.

The labor was 27 hours.

Flat on my back.

With IV's, epidurals, you know... the whole shebang.

AND

right after I had him they rushed him away.

'Complications'

from the epidural.

He wasn't breathing well enough on his own.

I felt completely out of control.

I didn't feel like I had done any of the work.

(I mean... really... I was totally numb. I didn't feel a thing. not. one. thing)

at least not during the birth-

But the heartache after when they wouldn't give me my baby--

I FELT THAT.

They took him away.

I couldn't hold him

nurse him

or snuggle him

until he was a week old.

The hospital I had him in waited WAY too long to transfer him to a hospital with the proper care that he needed, and that led to a 10 day stay in the NICU.

It was AWFUL.

I was ANGRY.

I felt like I had done this to my baby, and was therefore a HORRIBLE mother.

(why couldn't my body just keep him in for 3 more weeks?... )

I felt like a FAILURE.

I HATED IT.

I decided then that my next baby would not go through the same awful experience my sweet Isaiah did.

I would be in control of my body

and therefore my baby.

dear santa...

this would be splendid to find under my tree

pretty please?

Hear me Roar

Today someone said this to me,

'You're such a girl!'

in a degrading tone, mind you

well DUH!

but

....

hmm...

yeah, what does that mean?!

I mean I know what that means but ...

HUH?

Yes.

I am SUCH a girl, and PROUD of it.

* I love pretty things. (lace, polka dots, ribbons etc.)

* yes, PINK is my favorite color, don't judge me.

* I love babies

* I love shoes... lot's and lot's of shoes.

(nothing makes me feel sexier than a great pair of stilettos)

* Some day i'll admit i have a ridiculous addiction to shopping.

but not today.

* Lipstick is a necessity.

* I'm a sucker for flowers.

* A long hot bubble bath is my cure-all.

* I'm a total hopeless romantic. Luckily so is my man.

(or at least he humors me... I totally believe him though.)

* I could NEVER have too many accessories.

* I love to sing, and dance,... and all that jazzzz!

(has to be sung)

* Getting dressed up for a night on the town is cure-all # 2.

(the big SLC does too count)

* I am white, but I can shake what my mama gave me.

* I don't like to get dirty... however if i'm going to I will usually be found doing so in heels.

* You'll never see my toes un-painted.

* Diamonds really are my best friend.

* and maybe i do still dream about being a disney princess-- only maybe.

So... insult away-

cause being a girl isn't all that bad!

PS Last night LoVeR BOy took me to chef's table and the symphony.

It. Was. Lovely.

( and so were my shoes.)

they love me

I am the luckiest girl alive.

This morning I woke up to my three boys loving on me.

I mean they really love me.

They love me so much they can't bear the thought of sleeping unless it is next to me.

or on top of me.

or in my arms.

or nursing... all night long. (applies to Kingston only- pervs)

You know, because who wants their 'own' space.

(what is that anyways?... whatever it once was it disappeared when I became a mom)

The point is this-

I thought I was lucky 3 years ago to have one fine looking gent holding and snuggling me all night long.

I still enjoy this, only now it's 3 fold.

What more could a girl ask for?

My strapping lover, and two mini's lying next to me.

I am very lucky indeed.

Family Pictures

Yay! I finally found 2 minutes to posts these family pics- better late than never!

If you actually looked at all of those you have way too much time on your hands... or maybe I do for posting that many-- either way. Our photographer, Sarah Ward, was awesome! Isaiah was a stinker and Kinston slept the entire 2 hours! But the results to me were priceless.

Smarty Pants

About 2 weeks ago we got Isaiah a "big boy bed"-

he was stoked!

Seriously so excited... but I think he was so happy because he thought it was a trampoline- Needless to say with a newborn and Isaiah's new discovery we have had little sleep around our house.

Anyways- a few day ago I told Isaiah to go to his room and get in bed for his nap. Typically after I close his door he gets up and we hear toys flying, drawers opening, the closet... etc.

however, this time I closed the door and didn't hear a thing.

Silence.

Which if you know Isaiah you know is not a good thing.

(Like he just laid down and went to sleep... yeah right!)

so i asked Seth to go check on him but not to open the door, just to look under the door, (there's a good two inch gap from the floor to the door) and just see where his feet were in the room.

A minute later I heard Seth laughing, he told me to come quickly, and said,

"look"-

I put my head down by the floor and looked under to find isaiah's little eyes staring back at me with a huge grin. then he waved and said, "Hi mama!"

Serious-

I could spank his little bum and cover him in kisses all at the same time.

I love being a mom.

Needing a little help...

Here's the deal.

I have tons of posts circling in my little head

(Kingston's birth story, New born and family pictures, pictures of our trip up the canyon,

oh and did I say TONS of pictures)

but-

I really want a new look to my blog before I post all of this.

I kinda know exactly what i want too...

I'm that way.

So if anyone know's how to re vamp this boring old looking blog

into the elegant classy look I have in mind

would you be so kind as to let me know?

I'm so not computer savvy.

Hence the title.

Call me a slacker- it's true.

It's ridiculous.

I know.

2 months?! that's a record.

I'll try to be a little less ridiculous.

In a few days I'm going to re vamp my whole blog-

I need a new look-

Something saucy..

Anyone know how to do this???

i'm clueless.

Really, there is SO much to catch up on.

I know i'll miss a lot too...

and Some are more important than others.

Most important we had our little King.

Kinda cute, huh?

Ode to King James.

We got the boys pics taken a few days ago, so when I put them up I will give you the whole run down of his birth story.

We did it natural- and I loved it.

Lot's of questions have stemmed from choosing a natural birth--

Details later. I promise.

But basically

I rocked it out.

Second:

These two got hitched.

They're way in love.

It's disgusting. In a melt your heart darling disgusting kind of way.

(and these two looked adorable... they didn't mean to steal the spotlight)

Third:

Really, I don't even want to talk about this one.

Seth thought it was a good idea to bring me home a pitbul puppy.

that's not all though-

somehow he thought this was a good thing to do

WHILE I WAS IN LABOR.

like i said-

i don't want to talk about it.

And Lastly-

My life consists of lots of poop.

Lots.

I've changed 6 diapers this morning and it's not even 11.

It's a wonderful life.

I see the light--

Where to begin... This is really just going to be a quick post to let everyone know that we are alive and well! We have been staying at my WONDERFUL parents house since we came back from New York (hence the lack of pics and posts) and it has been wonderful! My mom has completely taken over everything for me making it possible for me to keep this little one cookin' for a few more weeks. So a HUGE THANK YOU to her and my family for putting up with me and my crazy moody pregnant self-- (and they thought I was bad as a teenager-- HA! now they know what my poor husband has to deal with)

BUT- there is a light at the end of the tunnel! We move in to my equally wonderful grandma's house in orem (she is on a mission, we miss you grams!!!) on monday, and Baby will be here 3 wks later!!! My due date isn't for 5 more wks... but i'll be lucky if I can make it another 4. He's threatened to make his debut more than once, so here's to keepin the lil' man cookin' a little longer- we'll keep you posted--

out.

No Place Like Home

Country Road

Take me home to the place I belong-

After an interesting turn of events 

which I will explain at a later time---

WE ARE HOME!

There really is no Place Like Home-

Although I will miss So many things about New York-- 

{Especially one really cute sister of mine that lived across the hall, and Isaiah adores!!!}

We are very happy to be home.

My Isaiah Updates

* New favorite word is "TOO TOO"- you say this whenever you hear the train whistle in front of our apartments. This morning at 5:30- ish- we thought you were sound asleep til' the train came by and you said "TOO TOO!" with a huge grin on your face. You started off the day with a giggle.

* You say "teezz",  for Teeth (which means you want to brush your teeth) Please, Cheese, and  Keys. We just have to see which one of these is in eye sight.

* Your new found love is the 'wiggles' DVD- Sometimes I wish I had never introduced that one to you... But then when I see your eyes light up and you start shaking that little tush I would watch those annoying little ferries dance 20 times over. 

* You never say 'mom' once- It's 'mom. mom. mom. mom.' til i've figures out what you are trying to tell me.

* You LOVE doing anything outside-- (if only this bloody rain would let up)

* Yesterday you gave mom the sweetest loves ever. I was exhausted and put my head in my hands and just sat on the floor- you rushed to my side threw your arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. Then you held my face in your chubby little hands and said something along the lines of, 

'thes a soth e ah mom.'

Spoke right to my heart, and I was completely all better.

* You LOVE to play hide and seek. 

* You STILL LOVE peek a boo.

* You STILL LOVE anything round.

* When you are tired and ready for your nap you say 'in a bo-ow n na'  

(i want my bottle and night night.)

you say this as you run to the bed side. 

*You STILL have to hold my face in your hands as you fall asleep. I adore this about you.

* You truly are the happiest child I have ever known. People comment daily about what a happy boy you are. In fact- you went to Nursery the other day, (i know i know- he's not old enough yet, but the nursery leader told me to leave him so I did. I checked in every five minutes-- but none the less) and when I came in at the end of church to pick you up the nursery leader said, 

"Isaiah is just the happiest little guy we have ever had in here. He is so advanced and interactive with the other children! I never would have known he is only 15 months! In fact he has a new little girl friend that has followed him around the entire time to make sure no one took his toys--  He is just adorable!" already getting the ladies-- oh boy.

* You CLIMB on everything!

* You love to sing. Your favorite song is BOOK OF MORMOM STORIES. Complete with all of the actions. You also do eensie weensie spider, popcorn, and the monkey song. 

* Whenever I say monkey you put your hands in your arm pits and say 'ooh ooh ooh!'

* You fold your arms to say prayer, and have even started closing your eyes and mumbling your own little words here and there. And at the end you say 'MEN'!

* If anything is warm- cold- or hot, you say 'HOT'! sounds more like oughttt!

I'm sure i've forgotten twenty other things.... but for now this is all I've got.

I love you stinker bug- you've made me the happiest mommy in the world, and definitely the luckiest.

'Love the moment. Flowers grow out of dark moments. Therefore, each moment is vital. It affects the whole. Life is a succession of such moments and to live each, is to succeed.'

-Corita Kent

F.A.T.

Can I complain for just a second?  

I'm Depressed. Really Depressed. 

I got on the scale today for the first time in 4 months. 

Ladies-- if you've been pregnant before you know what 4 months can do to your scale right?

I think mines broken. Okay-- I wish it were the scale that were broken.

I officially weigh- right now- more than I have ever weighed. 

YEP- EVER. 

INCLUDING WHEN I WAS 9 MONTHS PREGNANT WITH ISAIAH! 

How far along am I now? 

oh... 7 MONTHS! 

And guess what? Just to make things even better-- 

I'm supposed to be on bed rest now!!! 

Not to mention the pounds that will pile on in the last couple months...

but now I can't even go for my walks!!!

like I said- I'm depressed.

P.S. How in the H-E- double hockey sticks am I supposed to be on bed rest with my hyperactive 15 month old???

Thank Heaven for wonderful friends and family out here. 

UGH. 

okay- I'm done complaining. 

{here's the proof- I'm fat. and as if this picture isn't awful enough-- you can't even see my fat butt!-- this doesn't do my fatness justice.}

And if it turns out it's over to fast... I'll make every last moment last

Wednesday night Seth made all my dreams come true.

He took me to see WICKED on broadway!

Look at the excitement on his face!

Okay though.. for real. IT. WAS. INCREDIBLE. 

I've known the story and the music for 4 years, but just never had the opportunity present itself in a way that we could make it work. In fact when Seth told me to get the tickets I looked at prices and told him that we just couldn't pay that right now. He told me to get them and that he didn't care how much they cost because soon I will have another new born and then it will be at least another year before I could see it... long story short- we went. And I am so glad me did. I would pay it again tonight if I could!  IT WAS AMAZING. I told Seth after the performance that I could die happy...

 I think it's been so long since I have performed that I began to forget the passion I have for musical theatre. It awakens something in me... something i've missed. 

I have decided that after I have this baby I am going to start auditioning for just smaller parts-- nothing that would keep me away from the babies for too long. But enough to bring that passion back. I need it.

But you know what? As I was sitting there missing my time on the stage I thought to myself how luck I am that I chose what I did. I chose my family. I have the best, most supportive, understanding husband in the world, and the most adorable, perfect little miniature replica of him in my Isaiah. And another little one on the way! I feel so blessed to be where I am in life and wouldn't trade it for anything. 

Thanks again babe-- I love you!

Da Da Da Da- CAN'T TOUCH THIS!

LOOKIN'S FREE, BUT TOUCHIN'S GONNA COST LADIES--

Morning Stroll

{So maybe this picture is just random and has nothing to do with the post... but he's pretty darn cute.}

Each morning I take a little walk on the pier... And this is what I see

Gorgeous right?

sometimes i get lucky and little man sleeps...

But it always ends with this. There is something extra inspiring about early morning and scripture study. 

I am so thankful for the incredible blessing that come from reading this book daily. I have gained a new love and appreciation since we have moved out here for the scriptures. The comfort and peace they bring is indescribable. My greatest hope as a mother is that I can somehow instill that love in each of my babies. It is truly the only way to find true happiness. 

okay.. okay. I'm almost done.

But really, I want to hear what some of your favorite, or inspiring scriptures are... please share. 

Here's one of mine.

3 Nephi 22:13 And all thy children shall be taught of the Lord; and great shall be the peace of thy children.

da da da da da- start spreading the news... {if you don't know the song forget it}

Last week we {me, Tammy, Aragon, and the two little one's (best buddies by the way, it's so cute) Evan, and Isaiah, took the ferry to Staten Island. It was so fun, and beautiful weather!

The other day Isaiah and I took a stroll through central park... Absolutely Beautiful!

Don't ask why these are the only two photos I managed to capture... something about chasing a hyperactive 14 month old.

This is our cute little selves on our way to church.(Don't worry We made him take off his hat for church.. although he probably would have fit in with some of the others had we let him keep it on. NO JOKE-- one girl walked in to sacrament meeting with an open botle of Vodka in her hand. Another girl was in tights and a tu-tu. OH how I love New York!.. really I do.)Church is an adventure out here in the big apple. We have to take the train to Grand Central, from there the subway to Time Square, and from there the subway to 65th st. About and hour an 15 min trip -- A far cry from the walk across the street we were so spoiled with back home. BUT- we love every minute of it because it's Sunday and that means Daddy is with us! Yay for Sundays... only wish they came more often. In the next life when I create my own world we will have at least 3 Sundays a week.

So this is a funny story. Any of you who know my Isaiah know that he is obsessed with basketball.. okay any ball.. or anything round.. or even remotely round. To him it's all the same. It's a ball. or 'Baw', as he says. 

We don't have TV out here and Seth had come home from work and turned a game on on the computer. It was midnight. Isaiah had been quiet for way too long.. we went in the family room to find him happily entertained by the game on the computer. 

He watched it for over a half hour with out moving. If you know this little ball of energy- you would know that that is a record.

*NOW THAT THE WEATHER IS SO GREAT OUT HERE THERE WILL BE MANY MORE CITY ADVENTURES WITH LOT'S OF PICTURES TO COME! PROMISE-*

But now for the important stuff--

I really have been horrible lately about doing my Isaiah updates. These are for me and might be a huge bore fest for the rest of you so if it is... deal with it. {with love}

I just need to brag for a minute. I don't know how, but somehow I had something to do with the cutest little man on the face of the planet. Serious. He's the best. He makes me smile. He makes me laugh... a lot. okay and sometimes (a lot more recently lately) he makes me pee my pants from laughing so hard, {i'm blaming it on pregnancy}. He does the cutest, funniest things. I just wish i could capture them all and rewind these precious times over and over. I want that tender darling innocence to last forever.

   SOME OF MY RECENT FAVORITE ISAIAH MOMENTS

His favorite song is Book of Mormon Stories. He does all of the actions  too.. he puts his chubby little hands together and goes open-close, open-close, to tell me he wants to sing that one. A giggle never fails at the end.

He already loves his little brother so much, he pulls up my shirt and kisses my belly. It's absolutely darling. 

He actually catches the ball now. He has impressed many of the boys out here that he's already playing catch. Good arm, and great catch.

He makes daddy so proud.

Whenever I put my make up on he stands next to me and smacks his lips together, I'm trying to teach him that boys don't wear lipstick....{ah-hum Adam Lambert} still so cute though it melts my heart.

Whenever we put him in his highchair he folds his arms to say prayer. He's been the one to remind me to pray on more than one occasion.

He says: da da, Ba ba, or baow.. [don't know how to spell that one],dog, ma ma, mom, mommy, ball, gampa {grandpa} gama {grandma}, baCUUM {vacuum}, and waTOW {water} and My personal favorite and his too is his own name. He says 'Isaiah' over and over... he calls all of his friends Isaiah. He apparently likes his name, what can I say.

His little giggle is really the cutest thing ever. I need to just get it on video.. and soon. 

 

He is truly the apple of my eye, the light of my life, my angel, my treasure, my precious, my sugar, my sweetie pie... my world. I just can't imagine how I will ever love another one as much as I do him... but they say it happens. Can't wait for his little side kick to get here... 15 more weeks. Sigh.

And now the little man is awake.. so duty calls. signing off. 

Happy Mums Day

To the two greatest women on the face of the planet! We love you both and Happy Mother's Day!

Mom, I just couldn't resist!

Earth Angel

I am a firm believer that the lord sends us angels, also known as children, to teach us and guide us while here on earth. At times, the journey can seem long and even hopeless, and it is those times that only the innocence and honesty of a child can penetrate the heart and soul in a way that none other can. Isaiah is teaching me more and more of this concept daily. I wanted to share the most recent lesson I've learned from my earth angel.

Thursday was a horrible day. I have had a severe sinus infection, constant headache, and more snot than... well you get the point. Seth works Monday - Saturday until around 10 or 11 p.m.- (we are having serious daddy with-drawls), and in the last 13 days we have seen the sunshine once. Yes Once. It has been pouring rain nearly every day. Isaiah has been cooped up inside for way too long, with the few toys we brought out here, and a very boring mother. Apparently New Yorkers don't believe in play rooms, play grounds, or even swimming pools... Not a very child friendly area.

 

And Really- you can only kick the ball up and down the hall so many times before you go in sane! 

And how many times do I need to tell him not to eat the play dough?

Bubbles are just a mind game- an illusion of dancing disappearing balls. 

And I'm about ready to throw "Baby's First Sounds", Baby Einstein DVD out the friggen' window!

Needless to say we are both on edge. 

Thursday I was truly at my wits end. Poor Isaiah was bored out of his mind, I was feeling terrible and again it was typhoon wind and rain outside. I finally gave up and went and got in bed pulled the covers over my head and cried. I cried like a baby. It was a little ridiculous. (okay a lot ridiculous)

Shortly after my tantrum I pulled the covers down and Isaiah was standing by my bedside with his chubby little arms folded looking up at me.

DUH! It was so simple. How was it that Isaiah understood that all we needed was a little help from Heavenly Father and I had totally missed it? 

I felt like a complete and utter idiot. Just Pray. I pulled him up on my lap, held him and cried a little more as we prayed together for comfort and peace.  

It was literally two minutes later that my sister-in-law Katie, (who lives out here across the hall from us) knocked on my door. I opened the door at 5 P.M. (yes p.m.) in my robe with old mascara smeared down my face, and Isaiah on my hip. 

 

"Give him to me and you go lay down, I will take him for a few hours so you can rest." 

Seriously Isaiah, next time remind me a little sooner would ya?!

Truly Katie was an answer to my prayer. And my earth angel was the reminder I needed to turn to the One who knows all. He is there. He hears us. He cares and loves each one of us. He will send us the comfort we need if we just remember to ask. 

Thank you my baby for teaching mommy today, you saved me yet again.

but my daddy really is the best in the world

CHEESE!

 In front of our apt building at the train station. 

Isn't it Beautiful???

(it's been rainy like this for 10 days now... 

beautiful?

 yes... 

Going crazy being cooped up inside with a 14 month old??? YES!)

[i almost got beat up by a Queen Latifah look-a-like, only not that pretty and maybe on meth.]

Dead Serious. 

It all happened yesterday while standing in line at the customer service desk at Target.

I didn't want to be there in the first place. I had gone through the regular check out, and afterwards noticed that the checker chick had put two tide bleach pens on my tab, I didn't want them, and they were 7 bucks! 

"well sorry ma'am, i can't do a return here, you'll have to go to customer service." 

URGHH! already a little bugged. 

So off I went to the customer service desk. 

The line was huge. 

I was ticked.

As i stood in line i watched this poor middle eastern woman struggling to keep her 3 children close. A baby, probably 6 months on her back, one 2 year old in one hand, and another three or four year old in the other, all while trying to communicate with the little english she knew her reason for being there. 

My heart went out to her.

 I can barley handle Isaiah and she was so gracefully handling 3! 

All of a sudden the oldest little boy broke free of his mom's grip and off he came to the line to flirt and talk with the others of us that were waiting. This poor little guy had on pants that looked more like shorts, and snot from his head to his toes. 

And then it happened.

Queen Latifah behind me snapped. 

She went up to the little boy, lifted her hand, and flicked him right in the forehead! I almost died! Then she flicked him again and said,  "Shoo! go get ya nose wiped kid! get out a here and get ya nose wiped!" She flicked him again and he ran to his mothers side. 

I. WAS. PISSED!

and then i snapped.

 (with my finger in the air, mind you, I turned around and said) 

"Excuse me! is that your kid?"

*Queen L*

"Hell no it ain't, and thank Heaven for that!"

 *me*

"Well then you better not touch him again! If you laid a finger on my kid like you just did to that little guy I would personally make sure it was the last child you ever saw, let alone touched!"

*Queen L*

"OOH... well miss whitey has attitude-"

*me*

"And you've got some nerve!" (edited for language)

Then she stepped closer... glared, turned around with her return, and left. 

*The end*

My mom is scared for my life out here in New York, 

I can't for the life of me understand why.

An Adventure?

I can't believe I haven't blogged about this 'til now... but better late than never. Seth started working for Pinnacle Security about 2 months ago. With this new job comes an exciting adventure, we're moving to New York! That's right, Yonkers here we come. We move on the 20th of this month and will be there 'til the end of August.

To be honest.... I'm excited but extremely nervous! I am due on Sept 10, but Isaiah was 3 wks early and although I'm thinking positive I am a little nervous about traveling when I'm 8 almost 9 months pregnant, with a 1 year old, none-the-less. My Dr. said I can't fly after the 15 of Aug. And if things don't look good when I come back for a check up at the first of August I will just stay here in Utah and Seth will come as soon as he's finished. Unless of course I go into labor, then he will get his lil' rear home asap! (Please pray it doesn't come to that)  

I just have to keep telling myself... It's an adventure right?!

Our little King

I know it's been a while... no excuses, i'm just a major slacker. I will update on a lot soon, but for now, the big news in our life is that we are having another BOY! Kingston James Wright... we think, this isn't for sure though.  I'm 16 1/2 wks, and everything looks great- Can't wait to meet our little man!

Happy Birthday Buster!

Dear Isaiah,

My precious little Buster.  One year ago today you came to our family, and what a wonderful day that was!  I remember holding you for the first time and wondering how I could be so lucky and so blessed to be given such a perfect, valiant, strong spirit.  I loved you instantly.  I remember staring into your eyes and feeling that I was

 going to burst with happiness as I held my new little bundle of joy.  You are such a special spirit- You epitomize joy.  You have always had a ready, emanate smile.  Your entire being lights up when you smile, and when you giggle.... there are no words. 

My sweet Isaiah, you are so strong. You have always been strong. From the womb, you held on when others didn't.  And after you were born and had to spend some time in the NICU, it was so hard to see you in such pain.  When they would give you shots, I would cringe and even cry, but you never did.  One of your nurse's commented on your quiet strength, and you have always been that way.  Not only are you strong physically, but spiritually as well.  From birth you seem to have had an innate sense of who you are and why you are here.  Your spirit strengthens me, and gives my life meaning that I did not know before you. 

Nothing brings me more happiness and joy than to watch you learn and grow.  You are so intelligent.  You have a maturity about you that I have never seen in another child.  Your whit and spunk continually surprise me.  You are such a tease!  You love to laugh, and you love to play.  Your energy is exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time.  You smiled for the first time at 1 month, You were sitting up on your own at 3 months, You got your first tooth at 4 months, you were crawling at 5 months and  You started walking on your own at ten months! You make your parents so proud, especially daddy.  Your first two words were 'ball' and 'da da'. You are truly a little version of your daddy.  I guess that explains my love for you better than anything.  I love to watch you play with him.  He lives for you, and he truly would give his life for you.  He loves you more than you will ever understand, until you have a son of your own.  I see in your daddy a Christ like love that I know your Heavenly Father had for you as well.  I know He misses your sweet spirit, but I am so thankful He has entrusted you to us.  You are beautifying us daily.  You are making us better people.  You have changed our lives, and I love every part of it. 

It may sound cliche', but your love for music makes my heart sing.  You have loved music ever since you were in my tummy.  You would wiggle and kick mommy in the ribs, but when I sang to you, you were immediately calm.  You have  now started bobbing up and down and dancing when music comes on.  Your newest trick, and my personal favorite, is when you move your arm, as if you were directing a choir, and sing.  Your little eyebrow's even go up and you move your head back and forth as you make that angelic little sound.  

Isaiah, today you are one year old.  In that year you have made your daddy and I  happier than we ever knew possible.  In the years to come I know that you will continue to be that valiant, courageous, beautiful person you are now.  Please always know of your parents love for you.  You mean everything to us.  You are our world.  You have made us re-commit to do everything in our power to be your mommy and daddy for eternity.  I pray that you will always remember why you are here.  That above all, you are a prince of a Heavenly King, and he has a great work for you to do.  You are a natural born leader with a great capacity to befriend others.  He needs you, He loves you and He will guide your life as you look to Him in all that you do.  I love you my sweet angel. Happy Birthday.

With every heartbeat.

Love,

Mommy 

{..Tug-of-war..}

I've had a lot of questions since we announced that we are pregnant and have finally decided to openly and honestly answer them. As you can see by the little pregnant silhouette next to this I am almost 10 weeks. And man has it been a LONG 10 weeks. Nausea and I have become very well acquainted. And although I don't love this visitor I am happily accepting this as part of the process. 

For those of you who don't know...

We haven't had an easy go with pregnancy. I have never openly talked about this on our blog, but I am experiencing a lot of emotions and figure this will be a good way for me to sort through all of them. 

3 weeks after Seth and I were married we found out that we were pregnant. We were ecstatic! I have never believed in birth control so we decided when we got married that we would exercise a lot of faith and leave it to the Lord to determine the timing and size of our family. 

I carried that baby to 14 weeks.

 We went for a check up, and the Dr. {who was an inconsiderate imbecile} couldn't find a heartbeat, but played it off like it was nothing and told us to come back the following week.  I hysterically insisted on an ultrasound and he finally agreed. The tech put the jelly on my stomach, and then put the wand on me and said,

"So... we know that baby is gone but what did the Dr. want us to look for?" 

 as he checked my charts.

 And that was that.

We had lost our first baby. 

For some reason my body didn't want to let the baby go on it's own {the mind can do amazing things} so the Dr gave me medication to help me release the baby.  

 This "Dr." then prescribed a medication that was not FDA approved and told me to take 12 of them. I later learned after being in full out labor for 3 days, and bleeding to the point that they feared for my life, {no joke} that one, ONE, of those pills would have cleaned out a 300 pound woman. You can imagine what 12 of them did to my then, 105 pound frail body.   

{The Dr. was Dr. Scott Peterson in orem by the way so you will all know who not to go to.}

It took time, but eventually I recovered..  physically. 

I don't know that you ever fully recover mentally.

 Two short months later we found out we were pregnant again- we were again ecstatic, but understandably frightened. That pregnancy lasted a short 8 weeks. 

This being our first 6-8 months of marriage I saw immediately what an amazing man I married. He never left my side, and though he was hurting as well he cared for my every need and always made sure that he had done everything in his power to fix his broken wife. I knew when I married him that he was amazing, but I never would have know how amazing had this not all happened. 

Our third pregnancy was a miracle. At 3 weeks I started bleeding. I knew what that meant but prayed extra hard and practiced faith that the Lord would take care of my babies. 

A month later I was still feeling pregnant. I took another pregnancy test and although I had miscarried a month earlier was miraculously pregnant again, or still pregnant. With a lot of help from some amazing Dr.'s I was able to keep my sweet Isaiah. At the Delivery we learned that Isaiah had a twin. I had lost his twin, but miraculously kept him. 

Pregnancy is a miracle.

These are a few of the things I have learned from all of this.

 I have learned that the Lord works in mysterious ways. 

I have learned not to take pregnancy for granted. 

I have learned that these babies are truly gifts from God.

I have learned to cling to my husband.

I have learned that life is fragile. 

and I have learned to pray. Truly pray. 

I know that my children are in the Lord's hands, and for that I am so grateful. 

I know that he loves me.

I know that He is the only one that could love or want these babies more than I do. 

I know He hears us.

*Please keep my baby in your prayers* 

*Also, just so you all know, thus far in the pregnancy everything is looking great. The baby is healthy, my levels are high, and we have every reason to be hopeful. This post just came on a particularly emotional day.

Random but Adorable!

Out sledding with Shay Shay

Here We GO!

'UH OH... i'm in trouble' 

'Mom, don't bother me!' 

{his daily baby einstein ritual}

My first haircut! 

{and yes there was a little something there}

 Lovin' Remmy {uncle Jordan's baby}

Just being adorable... walkin' around in my suit.

SIMPLY ADORABLE!

Miracles

The last few days have been rough... and that may be a huge understatement. But- then my day took a complete 180 in the opposite direction. To illustrate what i'm talking about i'm going to share a story that happened yesterday. It actually started Sunday night- {P.S. this is a throw up story- For Real- Lots of throw up. You've been warned} 

On Sunday we spent the day at Justin and Micka's for Austin's baby blessing, which was beautiful by the way, and there was a lot of yummy food too, and that is where the story begins. I ate a lot. a lot a lot, and when I got home It all started coming up, Aagh! Now i'm no stranger to throwing up during pregnancy, but this was constant, and it wouldn't let up. So i took a sleeping pill and was able to get some rest. 

The next day was a nightmare. Seth was at school all day and then work so i was on my own. 

For those of you that know me you may know that i hate to ask for help, it's a weakness, but i do. I threw up all day. And that's not an exaggeration. Literally all day. I was too weak to lift Isaiah so the poor guy crawled around all day and tore the house apart, SERIOUSLY, tore the house apart. From every kitchen cupboard, (the lower one's) to the bathroom, the toilet paper, all of his drawers, the news papers, and everything in between. My house looked like a hurricane hit. And all i could do was lay on the couch and watch this happen, and run to the bathroom when i needed too. {or a bowl, or the garbage, or a bag... hey i warned you} But seriously it was that bad.  And just when i thought i couldn't puke anymore, and it couldn't get any worse, it did. 

Isaiah blew out. I mean all over his pants blew out. And guess what? Somehow I had let it slip that we were out of diapers. Yep that's right, not one left. So i managed to put sweats on and go to Wal-Mart. Somehow with a lot of prayers i made it there. I got the diapers, and was on my way out when it hit me again. I ran to the bathroom, made it to the garbage right inside the door, and puked. ALOT. A lady came in and i think she thought i was dying. Holding Isaiah on my hip and convulsing cause i was puking so hard.  So i figured I should probably go into a stall. I did my business hanging over the toilet in Wal-Mart, as Isaiah crawled under the stalls on the bathroom floor. {Isaiah made friends with some lady on the toilet as this was all happening} Like i said it was a horrible day. 

Eventually i made it home, back into the bathroom. And here is where the miracle happened.  

I had been home for about 30 minutes, when the doorbell rang and in walked my wonderful, amazing, father-in-law. He came in and said, "I heard you're not feeling too well..." He took Isaiah and held him and talked to me until the next miracle walked in. My equally wonderful, amazing Mother-in-law.  She came in and went to work. She played with Isaiah and cleaned my house spotless! Not only that but then Dad made dinner! It was truly an answer to my prayers. I can not tell you how thankful I am for my parents {in laws}. They have saved my life more than once, at least once with each pregnancy, and I love them so much. I couldn't ask for better family. I have never known more generous, caring, loving people in my life. Thank you again so much mom and dad, you saved me. 

Lot's of Loves

{He can('t) survive without me}

Okay Mommies... Am i the only one that has experienced this? Since the day Isaiah was born I have probably left him a total of 5 times. (except leaving him with daddy) Seriously. Ridiculous? maybe... but i don't care.

 {and when i have left him it was with my mom, and mom-in-law, that's it.} 

I have serious anxiety if i cannot see him, and touch him, and kiss him AT ALL TIMES. again... ridiculous?? oh well.  

However, I knew that the day would come that I would have to face my fears and let him out of my sight, heart wrenching or not. 

{okay, maybe i am beginning to see that this is all a little tiny bit ridiculous. but i still don't care}

 Yesterday I was asked to judge a ballroom competition in Ogden, I thought Seth was not working so I agreed to do it. Turns out he did have to work and neither of our mom's could watch him... I was in a PICKLE!  I nearly called and told them that i couldn't do it... but with the loving support and gentle shove from my hubby he encouraged me to go.

 So Aunt Katie offered to watch him. 

NOW- HEAR THIS. I knew if there was anyone in the world I was going to leave him with it would be katie. She is the sweetest, kindest, most gentle, fun person in the whole wide world. And Isaiah loves her, BUT I was being me, you know- { What if he just misses me too much! what if he is trying to tell her he needs his dog and she doesn't understand, or what if he starts crying and won't stop, or what if he gets a cut, or if he falls, or if he bumps his head or, or, or... ETC.} 

Again my husband calmed my fears, I stopped crying, and off he went. 

For the first hour i called and text Katie at least 5 times. IS HE OKAY??? And each response was the same. He's doing Great! He's doing fine! He's happy as can be!.... 

So i was able to relax long enough to focus on judging and complete the competition. 

{which is a post for another day, It so SOOO fun} 

So on the way home I had imagined in my head that he was just sad and missing mommy all day and that he would be soooo happy to see me, and this is what would happen when I got there. He would jump in my arms, and throw his arms around my neck and kiss me and love me and never let me go!!! 

Here's what really happened.

 I got to the door, knocked, and there was Katie with Isaiah on her hip, WITH A HUGE SMILE! he gave me a quick hug and turned back to katie. 

And then...

He jumped in her arms, threw his arms around her neck, kissed her and loved her and never wanted to let her go! 

HE LOVES AUNT KATIE!

*So the moral of the my story is this. 

Isaiah had a great time without me, he didn't even miss me, was actually probably happy to get away from mommy for a while, and had a fabulous day with Aunt Katie. 

Apparently, Isaiah was never the one that was afraid of me leaving him. 

I was the one with what i called the,  'i'm his mommy, he can't survive without me' complex. 

When in reality It was the, 'i'm his mommy I can't survive with out HIM' complex. 

And it's true I couldn't survive without him... But he was in great hands. 

THANK YOU KATIE!

And Isaiah- I love you with every heart beat. 

Love mommy. 

i guess i'm gonna need one of these.

{ps- I'm curious who reads this nonsense.. just leave your name.}

 

So take that.

 i wish was thinner.

i wish i was taller.. but not really. okay maybe a few inches

i wish i was smarter.

i wish i were more creative.

i wish i had more money.

i wish i was prettier.

i wish i were a better mom/wife.

i wish we were done with school.

i wish i were more spiritual.

i wish i were more vocal about my testimony and standing up for truth.

*i wish, i wish, i wish... and then all i've done is wished my life away with what i am not. i am promising myself to try to be happy with what and who i am. For that is who the lord intended me to be. He made me. and he doesn't make mistakes. 

{You are a child of Diety, his crowning creation.} - President Gordon B. Hinkley

What I do instead of cleaning my house.

{Would it be sac-religious to admit that I sometimes hear myself saying... "what would Stacy and Clinton do?" ....}

A little R.i.d.i.c.u.l.o.u.s!

I have to admit... i put this post off even longer than I had to because I'm embarrassed that it has taken me SO long to do this.. and really these are more for me than anything else... just so i can remember the little things. So i missed Isaiah's 9 month post... and now he 

is 10 months! Crazy how fast time has flown by. In the last month or two Isaiah has done a lot of new things. 

• His first "real" word is... guess.. Ball.  And not only does he say ball, Everything and anything round, or even remotely round is "BA"!
  
• HE also throws a ball, and loves to play catch.
  
• Whenever music comes on he bobs up and down and dances. It is adorable!
  
• Says mom, dad, dog, ball, uh oh, and ouch. He's quite the little genius :)
• He crawls like a mad man. He is speedy!
• He stands on his own, and will take a few steps.
• He walks along the furniture
• He has learned to throw tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants... he even throws things... I'm sure we should get mad, and eventually we will but right now it's still so cute!
• He writes with a pencil, and loves to read books. 
• He is almost completely weened... I still have mixed feelings about this one, I have loved our time together nursing. 
• He gives the sweetest kisses! If he thinks I am sad he will crawl up to me and open his mouth ... that means he wants to give kisses. 
• He still loves to play the piano, and has also started singing when music comes on.

{ i love this picture... he has the look of "okay mom, I'll humor you". Oh I love this Boy!! }

2008, you are tied.

2006, this is why you were my one and only favorite

cause of him. 

2008, you are now tied as my other favorite. cause of him. it's been delightful. simply delightful.

Happy Birthday Baby!!!

NO- Isaiah isn't a year old yet, Happy birthday to my other baby, Seth! Thursday was Seth's 24th Birthday! I think it was a good day for him, at least I hope it was. I made him breakfast in bed, and gave him his gifts, (he got a money clip and a nice chess board... whatever makes him happy, :) Then we hung out for a while and went to lunch at tucanos, (Yummy!) then we went to a movie. 

I feel sooo blessed to have my perfect husband. In one of my all time favorite movies, The Sound of Music, there is a song, it goes:

Nothing comes from nothing 

Nothing ever could

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good

That describes my thoughts perfectly. I don't know what I ever could have done to deserve such a perfect man. He is my Best Friend. My life. He alone, has turned my world around. He is my angel, he has truly saved me. I would be lost without him. He is the most kind hearted, gentle, sweet, soft, MAN i have ever known. I emphasize "man" because he has shown me that a real man is gentle, yet still "manly" in every sense of the word. He is the only man I know that could decorate our beautiful Christmas tree, or make me a gorgeous arrangement of flowers, and then go build a shed, or play a game of football, AND always be the best at whatever he does. Honestly. He is that amazing. I love him more today than ever before. Seth, You Complete Me. Happy Birthday my love. XOXO 

This is my LIfe

This is why i wake up... this is why i breathe...This is why i laugh... this is why i cry... this is why i'm alive.... This is my world.

Christmas

Christmas... Glowing lights, Candles, Gifts, Snow, Family, Friends, Carols, Santa, Mary, Joseph, A Star, A Manger, Wise Men, and a Sweet New Baby that would become the Savior of the world. This is by far my absolute FAVORITE time of year. There's something different in the air that makes us all a little kinder, a little more patient, a little more loving, and just a little better. There is a kind of magic in the air that makes everything brighter. Something that just lifts our spirits.... and brings out the best in all of us.  As we all know, that something is the gift of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. How thankful I am for that sweet gift. His humble birth was only the beginning of His miraculous life. I am so thankful that at least once a year we have the opportunity to reflect on His life and remember Him.

 He is my Savior, my Redeemer, and my Friend.  

*My Christmas Angel* 

Happy Holidays!!!

8 Months... (a week late)

I don't know when i became such a blogging slacker! I used to be so much better...On Oct. 28th Isaiah turned 8 months old! So crazy how quickly they grow up. I wish there was a way to freeze certain moments, the moments that you do your best to hang on to and to remember all of the little details that no picture or journal entry could ever capture. Unfortunately, like everything with time these memories fade and you can't ever get them back. That is why I try to cherish every moment to the fullest. I feel so blessed to have this little guy, he is truly our miracle baby and nothing, NOTHING brings me more happiness than he does. He completes me. (or i should say us, because i know Seth feels the same way.) I have never loved my Isaiah more than i do today, literally, everyday i love him more... somedays i think it can't be possible to love him any more than i do that day, and then the next day comes and i do! I feel sorry for people that "wait" to start their families. What could possibly be worth postponing the most exciting and rewarding part of your life for? I guess this is something I will never understand. (no offense to any of you out there. Once you hold your baby in your arms for the first time you'll understand why i say this.) There is just absolutely NOTHING that I would rather be doing than being my sweet baby's mommy. One smile is all I need to chase away any sadness i might have felt. I love you Isaiah baby. 

Here are some 8 month Isaiah Updates:  

• He has 5 teeth! They are so cute, two on top and 3 on bottom!
  
• He says 3 words! To be completely honest I'm a littler bitter about this one... No mama... just, DaDA, Bye Bye, and Hi. 
• He stands by himself. Only for a second though then he realizes what he's doing and slowly sits his little bum down. 
• He walks along the furniture.
• He crawls faster than i can walk... it's pretty cute how he books it to whatever it is he wants.
• He constantly points his little pointer finger to the palm of his other hand... you are probably wondering what that means. He's marking it with a B! [c'mon people..  He wants to do pat-a-cake!] 
• As soon as we say "i'm gonna get you!" He books it as fast as he can crawling away with a huge grin and giggles. 
• He LOVES little girls! I think we might be in trouble with this one. No matter where we are if there are little girls around he finds them and smiles and giggles and waves, or he'll just crawl up next to them and grab their face, hair, or whatever else he can to get there attention. The Little Flirt!
• When he wants to be held he will sit at my feet and crawl up my leg til' i pick him up. I can't resist.
• HE waves bye bye, but as soon as he realizes that mommy or daddy are actually leaving, he tears up and starts crying. Which is probably why i have only left him twice, {for an hour-ish each time} since he's been born... a little ridiculous? What can i say i miss the little guy way too much!