Sunday, September 30, 2012

Apple Annie's......

Chris had this past week off and let's just say, it was awesome.  Every time this happens I forget how nice it is to actually sit down and eat together as a family and to not have to change every single diaper.  
In true Chris "vacation" form, we painted 2 rooms (Sam's new room and the room for the baby), went to the temple, had a smoothie-donut park morning, went on our first bike ride since Sam was born (she loved it!) and then to finish off the week we visited an orchard called Apple Annie's.  It is in Wilcox, AZ which is about 1 1/2 hours away.  We debated whether or not it would be worth the drive, but we had a blast.  

Sam was not sure of the wheelbarrow, but sat in it for a minute
This is the first apple she picked off of the ground and instantly started trying to bite it.
Let's pretend like this little apple picking contraption isn't really cool.  We wandered around aimlessly pretending like we knew which apples were which until we finally asked someone where the signs were that told you.  Turns out the ones we thought were Fuji were not.  We still have no idea what ones we brought home!  We did encounter one big snake- after that I went from strolling mode to hyper-awareness mode.
 After we had had our fill of apples- apple picking, apple bread, apple cider donuts- we headed 5 miles down the road to the pumpkin patch/vegi part of the farm.

 We got to take a hay ride out to the pumpkin patch and so Sam could pick her very first pumpkin- Chris even let her help use the "adult only" shears.
 The weather was beautiful for the first few hours, but by afternoon we were hot and sweaty and all came home with a bit of a sunburn



So, even though it was a bit of a drive and Samantha didn't get a very good morning nap, she seemed to enjoy herself- funny how one of her biggest smiles of the day came when we were leaving and she plopped herself down on the ground in the dirt/rocks and just started playing with the rocks.  Can you tell that is what she is used to playing with here!?

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

It's A.......

 Baby.  We had our ultrasound yesterday and here's a little sneak peak at our 1 pound Cletus. No we didn't find out the sex, we are old school like that.  
I am still trying to figure out how if it only weighs one pound where all these other pounds are coming from.....!  (don't try to tell me it is from the mint truffles and cookies and snacks I consume hourly.)  Everything looked great.  10 fingers, 10 toes, 2 kidneys (important when being born to a urology resident). 
It is fun to actually feel it moving around, giving me a reminder that it's in there.  
 I have found that I am more moody, easily fatigued, and famished with this little one than I ever was with Samantha.  Chris is hoping that it goes away- he finds himself walking on eggshells some days.  
I am 22 weeks now so only 18 more to go, but who's counting?
 We enjoy the "HI" that the tech inserted
This pic's for you Kristin- eat your heart out!  
I figured by 22 weeks it was probably time to take a picture of the growing belly.  Samantha wanted to show her growing belly too.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

come on baby with me, we're gonna fly away from here



So a friend of mine posted this on facebook today and I decided, hum, a sad song about a little boy dying from cancer- why wouldn't I listen to it?  I mean 20 weeks of pregnancy hormones got nothing on me. (says the person who is using her over sized pajama shirt to wipe her tears away)

What a beautiful song.  Apparently Taylor Swift wrote this song after reading a mom's blog about her 4 year old son who died of cancer.  It made me think about how often I feel the monotony of motherhood but what a truly amazing, god-given opportunity and blessing it is.

Samantha is my little buddy.  She makes me laugh when she pretends to be blind while eating her lunch or when she waits to see if I am looking and then does something she knows she shouldn't like run into the street.  She leaves me in awe when she memorizes books and replays them with me over and over again.  She makes me want to pull my hair out when she throws her already been chewed food onto my newly mopped floor or when she wipes her grimy, wet hands on my newly washed mirrors and glass doors.  She makes me sad when she falls- even when I have told her that she was about to fall.  She makes me happy when she walks over to me and gives me a kiss and a hug for no reason at all or when I get to wake up to "Ma ma", "ma ma". 

I am no Taylor Swift, so no song will be written, but man am I glad the last 17 months of my life have been blessed by the job of motherhood.