Saturday, September 27, 2008

Seriously? . . . no seriously

How in the world am I supposed to discipline a child this cute? These glasses have just put her over the edge. It's hard to get mad at her. Because her eyes are magnified. XXXXXXXXXX times magnified. She had a wandering eye and in order to fix it she has to have these super glasses that make her eye stronger. If these don't work she has to have an eye patch---how would I discipline a child with an eye patch? That's cuter than glasses. Hopefully this will work. Check my photo blog in the next couple of days for more of these shots. SERIOUSLY CUTE.


Friday, September 26, 2008


Pretzels anyone? I think baby Kizzy is on to something. People are always trying to come up with clever ways of serving things at baby showers. I think instead of pretzels, it would be a great server for dip. Maybe . . . french onion?

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

From the mouth of Josie

*Josie came in at 7:04 yesterday morning

"mohhm" (the h's are added for breathy whispery effect) "moohhhm--if I'm in a Mermaid race will you yell--GO JOSIE! GO JOSIE!?"

"Yes I would"

"Thanks!" and then she ran out and left me alone.

* Hy was changing Beck's diaper and the girls were watching--

Josie: "WHAT is that bump on his pieces?" (pieces is our term for privates--I have no idea why)

Annabelle: (matter of factly) "THAT is his weenie"

*As I was going to the bathroom and starting the drill for the caring of stitches, I was looking down and I hear Josie right next to me "Mom! Look what I have!" As I look up she has Beck in her arms and a big proud smile on her face. Holy crap! So then I start yelling for my mom. Then I had to discuss with her why she is not big enough to carry him around.

As for me: things are going well--minus my cold which is not friendly to having stitches in the nether region. Coughing has never been such a production. But I'll tell you this--2 ibuprofen + 2 Percocet = HAPPINESS.

Randomly, the one kid who is having issues with the new baby . . . Annabelle. She's become obnoxious, silly, hyper and whiny. What the ?????

Monday, September 22, 2008

And the hair color is . . .



Totally what I wanted. Look this handsome little guy.

H Beck Candland

Born at : 7:12 PM on Thursday September 18

8 pounds 12 ounces-----YOUCH!

20 inches

Induction went well. It felt like forever though. I got an epidural and it was lovely---I could feel the pressure this time though, which was cool. Recovery going well. Stitches are little uncomfortable, but not so much when I introduce them to my friends Ibuprofen and Percocet.

For more lookesies check out my Photo Blog.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Final Countdown

Dilated to 2cm

80% Effaced

Baby is pretty low

Scheduled Induction--Tomorrow (Thursday) 7:30 a.m

Monday, September 15, 2008

That's Right . . . I said it

So, for a long time I have been wanting to start a new sort of blog post. More of a conversation, opinionated discussion among myself and anyone who wanted to comment. I am rarely offended, so when people completely disagree with me--and think I'm a lunatic, it doesn't bother me. In fact, I appreciate it. I listened to an NPR special once on how colleges used to be places where people debated topics from left to right and then left as friends. But with the advent of being "Politically Correct" it was no longer acceptable to be at complete opposites of the spectrum and keep the peace. So I've decided to display my opinions in hopes that others feel free to do the same. So if I spark an opposing viewpoint in you, great, leave me a comment. Just don't be a jerk about it. My goal it to be open and honest, and not apologize. It's what I think, it's my opinion. I'd love to hear yours. So join in, the more the merrier.

Topic #1

HURRICANES and other natural disasters.

So I was reading on MSNBC about the latest hurricane . . Ike. It sucks for those people that their houses and such were wiped out. But I was reading a post on how there were long lines of people in line for food, water and ice. I have to admit, I didn't feel too bad for them. Mostly because the comments of some of the people like so . .

"Why didn't they call for volunteers when they knew this was going to hit?" grumbled Irene Makris, who waited in line but was told to drive to a station in another part of Houston, closer to her neighborhood. "This is bull."

My questions were:

A) Why didn't she get out of town if she knew it was going to hit

B)Why didn't she stock pile her own food and water in case something like this hit--if you live in a hurricane prone area, it shouldn't be a shocker

C) Why is it someone else's responsibility to feed and shelter her, if there was clear warning?

I was raised in a very traditional, old school---take care of your own butt--philosophy. If I got hit by a hurricane, didn't leave, and wasn't prepared with food or water to sustain my life and I called my mother or father and whined, or said anything about it their response would have been:

"Whose fault is that?"

To which my reply would have been "um . . . mine" . End of conversation.

I understand there are times when natural disasters hit, and there is no warning. I also understand that it must truly suck to be somewhere where you home can be leveled in a matter of hours. But I would also understand, that if I did live somewhere like that I would for darn sure have a stockpile of food and water, and money. And if I could leave, I would. Then I can imagine the "waaa waa waaa" replies of "but what if you are just barely scraping by". Well guess what, if I'm barely scraping by, I do the best I can---Everyone can have a week's supply of food and water. Really---is it other people's responsibility to feed and shelter me? Nope, it's mine. I do believe in helping and donating and volunteering. But those people better be super grateful, and not entitled.

I feel a bit heartless and lacking in compassion. Or maybe I save it for people who attempt to take care of their own.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Cruel Jokes

I'm 38 weeks today!!!!

So as I was awake last night from 4-5:30 I was thinking about random cruel jokes of pregnancy.

#1 How do doctors expect you to pee in a cup when all you see is this

#2 Ways to induce labor--

Castor oil? No thanks, I'd prefer to not have my tongue coated in funk and have uncontrollable diarrhea

#3 Ways to induce labor--

Nipple stimulation . .. really . . . like anyone wants to "roll nipple between thumb and forefinger"

#4 Ways to induce labor--

Getting busy. Again---cruel joke--I already feel like I have to pee every two seconds--that doesn't relieve the pressure

#5 Sleeping

I choose to look at night time sleep as a series of 1 1/2 hour naps with bathroom breaks

#6 Patience

Wait . . . what patience??? I have really good children, and I still want to ring their little necks

#7 Swollen feet

They got so bad yesterday that the bottoms were swollen. I can actually shake my left foot and feel the fluid moving around inside like jello.

#8 Body temperature

Seriously . . . is summer over yet???

#9 Getting dressed

You just hit a point where even the biggest maternity shirts just aren't covering it. I'm down to cotton capri short thingies and t-shirts I borrowed. Can I wear that to church???

#10 Progression

You could be at a 1 cm and 10% effaced and go into labor that day. Or you could walk around at 4cm and 90% effaced for weeks. Why bother checking? It's just ups the anxiety.

Thursday, September 4, 2008


I was checking my email as Hy was putting the kids to bed and this is what I heard:

Hy: Josie--don't put that in your mouth, you could get electrocuted

Annabelle: If you get shocked can you see your bones? . . . . You know like sometimes in movies you can see your bones.

Hy: No that's just in cartoons

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

yook at my powish

All Kizzy can say today is "Yook at my Powish". Translation: "Look at my polish". My girls always bug me to paint the nails. I am just not that girly, and it makes me super frustrated.

Last night I went to a play and a college student from my ward crazily agreed to watch them. Thank you thank you thank you Kimri. Lucky for them, last night she polished their nails. And they can't stop talking about it. So I think she now takes the cake on all time coolest babysitter.

As for my day today. My feet are still swollen from the super hot, leg constricting, time I spent at Gammage. Not cool. So I keep trying to elevate my feet, which makes me sleepy, and the kids don't like it when I sleep in front of them. They like to throw books at my head. Not cool. And when I finally got Josie glued to the TV, and Kizzy fell asleep, then my peepers popped wide open. Again, not cool.

So I'm done with being pregnant, hot and puffy. And it's 1:00 and I haven't had lunch . . .