I think he missed me

On Sunday I got back from a short weekend trip to Utah. Grant had left town on Wednesday, so we had not seen each other in a few days. When I got home the house was all picked up, he was started on making dinner, he had picked fresh flowers from the garden and put them in a bowl in the middle of the table, and when I walked in a HUGE smile was on his face. Yep, I think he missed me, and good thing because I sure missed him too!

Asherisms

One of the things Asher wanted for his birthday was a suit...it was one of the main things he wanted. When he opened the present with a suit in it he jumped up and down squealing with pure delight. I am not sure we have had another kid so excited about any present. Not long after opening presents he came up to me and asked if he could wear his "birthday suit" to church on Sunday. Hmmmm, I am not sure about that one son :-)
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We were driving home from Utah and only 15 minutes away from the house. Asher asked if he could watch a movie. I told him no because we were almost home. He then said, "But mom if you let me watch a movie you will get a prize." I asked really, what is the prize. "I cannot tell you, I am not allowed to, but if you let me you will get a prize."

Asher's entrance

Four years ago today we had a most unusual delivery. I was doing my usual days long labor and did not think much of the contractions I was having that morning. In the afternoon we went to lunch with the family to celebrate Chelsey's birthday. I remember being very uncomfortable during lunch with pretty strong contractions, but they were not super close together. After lunch I took Chelsey to get her first ever pedicure. As we walked through the Walmart parking lot it was difficult to walk through the pain, but I was determined to get my feet pampered and pamper Chelsey. That afternoon I went home and laid around. My mom kept calling and checking on me, but I kept saying it was not time yet. Grant came home and could tell I did not feel good, so he made noodles for dinner while I laid on the couch timing my contractions. they would go something like this: 8 minutes, 6 minutes, 2 minutes, 12 minutes, 10 minutes, 3 minutes, 8 minutes...you get the picture. Finally my mom came over with my dad and said they were going to stay with the kids and I was to go to the hospital. I did not want to because I did not want them to send me home. I finally decided that I would because they might be able to give me something to help me sleep. I had not packed a bag yet, so I quickly threw a few things together. My dad was parked in the driveway, so we took his Cadillac truck. The ride was painful, every bump hurt during a contraction. We got about 2 stop lights from the hospital and I asked if Grant could just stop until I got on top of the contraction. We went through two green lights and one red when I realized it was not going away. We went and I dealt with my situation. We got to the emergency room and I was so afraid the people would take their time thinking I was barely in labor. They were actually really quick and got me right up to labor and delivery. When we got there they asked me if I could fill out the paper work. I told them no and asked if my husband could. Then they asked me if I could stand on the scale, which I quickly replied, "NO." I got wheeled to a room and as soon as we got in there I told them I needed to push. Te lady said, "Oh honey, I am just a CNA, please do not push. It took a CNA and Grant to finally get me in a bed just after my water broke. Then everyone left. I looked at Grant and told him this baby was coming. He frantically ran out into the hall to find no one. He ran back in to check on me, then a moment later a nurse came in. They had to pull her from the neonatal nursery because there was no one else to help. She threw on some gloves, told Grant what to do, climbed on the table and delivered Asher. She was the only one there, so she turned her attention to the baby. The table with all the delivery equipment, untouched. They did not have time to get me an IV. It was a whirlwind. Less than 30 minutes after setting foot in the ER on the first level, we had Asher with us on the fifth level. If it were not for my mom, Asher would have come at home. He kind of does things his own way. He was our biggest baby yet, and perfect in every way. It was a whirlwind delivery, but very peaceful and calm holding him. I love this little man and am so glad to celebrate his place in our family today!

Hmmmm...

Why is it so cute when it is a baby and so infuriating when it is a 7 year old?

Why do I like hiking so much?

For one, sandwiches ALWAYS taste better in the mountains! It is fun to see the father of our kids carry this little tornado close by.

Who wouldn't love to play kangaroo for a bit and hold this cutie tight.

It is the best to be in the quiet mountains with just the sounds of our family and no one or anything else.

Did I mention the scenery, oh the beautiful scenery.

My favorite scenery of all is the following five:

Yep, I sure do love hiking!

Out of the Mouth of Babes

If I do not buckle my seatbelt in the car it makes a dinging noise. If Miquelyn hears that she tells me to buckle. The other day she saw that Grant was not buckled and said, "buckle Dadda, Buckle." He looked at me and asked if she really just said that. Yep she sure did, our daughter the buckle police.

Last week the kids all got in trouble for wandering around the house with food. I sat them all on the couch and explained why they were in trouble (calmly mind you.) Then I sent them off to clean their rooms. I was down in the girls room organizing clothes and working along side James when she said, "Mom I still love you even though I am in trouble." I told her I loved her too, no matter what even if she was in trouble. I asked her if she knew that. She said, "No, I just thought if I was in trouble you did not love me." AH, break my heart...I sat her down and explained to her that no matter what I always loved her the most. She seemed happy, gave me a big hug and went on her way.

The other day Asher was wanting me to zip up his hoodie but I was trying to get Isaac to sleep. I told him he would just have to wait until I got him to sleep. A few minutes later Isaac was alseep but I told Asher to just wait because I was enjoying Isaac. He told me that is not how people do it. I told him that was how I was going to do it. He then said, "That is not how you do it. When a kid asks for something the mom does it." Needless to say he got his hoodie zipped.