From Beginning till now

This weekend we blessed Ansleigh and so many people came! It was so nice to have so many here to visit. All but four of Jaran's siblings were here and all of mine managed to make it. We had a party Saturday night while we watched the BYU game. It was my sister Calli's birthday so we had some cake and ice cream after we had our baked potatoes and pork roast that Bob made. It was DELICIOUS! We blessed the baby Sunday morning and came home to watch some more football and eat sloppy joes. Everyone had to leave Sunday afternoon, but it was so great to see everyone. Well- enjoy the slide show!

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Shots

Well, today poor little Brensyn had to get some vaccinations. It was his 18 month well-child check and the whole family was in attendance. They said they were going to give him four shots... two in one leg, one in the other and one in his arm. So they put this special "numbing" cream on there with a little band-aid to "numb" the area. Meanwhile, the Dr. comes in and does the history, checks him over and visits with us. When the Dr. leaves, the nurses come in to give the shots. "Would you like him on the table, or would you like to hold him while we do this?" I answer- "He would probably like it better if I held him." So I set him on my lap and they tell me to hold his arms so he can't get at the needles. I do this and they start. Well, being the smart people they are, they start doing it and don't think they need to hold his legs down. So he jerks away and the first shot had to be stabbed into him three times. The second only twice, and finally the second nurse decides to hold his legs. Then it's time for the shot in the arm... while he's wailing in my ear and flailing around... and they get it done with one poke because I'm hold his arms down. Then they re-stick the band-aids that were on there with the "numbing" cream... and they don't stick so his little shot marks are bleeing. I tell them he needs new ones, and one by one they replace them. He doesn't want them to touch him, so they smear the blood all over. I decided to just take a few band-aids myself and put them on. So the poor kid is traumatized for a while. He's been limping around all afternoon and evening and I feel horrible for the poor kid... and a little guilty after the pitiful looks he kept giving me while he was being tortured. What was the point of putting the stupid cream on? It obviously didn't help... all it did was get smeared around and cause the band-aids to not stick. I just wish that the stupid nurses would get it together and realize that little kids are a lot smarter than they think, and if their leg is hurting, they're going to kick and scream and move it. Hold it down people! So that's my story for today. Next time Kies is naughty I think I'll tell him to cool it or we're taking him to get poked;)! J/k everyone!

Blessing

Okay everyone- we are blessing the baby on the 30th. Everyone is invited... and I hope everyone can come. It will be here in Three Forks at 10:00a.m. I am sure that afterwards we will be having lunch of some sort... although we probably won't have that planned until that day;) You know how we work. But that is the plan. Other than that- here's an update. McKie is now going to pre-school in Belgrade Tuesdays and Thursdays for 2 1/2 hours. It's a nice time for me to be able to run errands with just Brensyn and Ansleigh. Trying to do it with all three tends to drive me over the edge... that is unless Jaran's there, then I do okay. Kies also likes to drive me crazy by doing things he's not supposed to do... like getting into the knife drawer and getting knives out or going into the garage and getting into the car and smearing lotion all over. This all happens while I'm doing things with Ansleigh, such as feeding or changing her. Brensyn likes to give himself black eyes. He was jumping from a couch we have in our room to the bed and didn't quite make it, causing him to fall and hit the bed frame with his eye. This is the third close call we've had with his eye... he enjoys scaring the poop out of us! Ansleigh's growing and it's crazy. She is 11 lbs and in the 97% in weight, over 100% in her head size(how is that possible?), and about 70% in height. Short and fat- just the way we like em':) She sleeps almost through the night... usually only waking up once to eat. It's nice... but there's the occasional up every two hours that totally drains me of life for the next two or three days. Jaran's just working and bringing home the bacon... and I am trying to do it all! Just keep your fingers crossed that I don't go insane, cause it's headed in that direction!

Baby girl!

Well, as most of you probably know, the baby is here! Little Ansleigh Mae Baker was born at 6:11 p.m. on August 24th, 2007. She weighed 9lbs. 3oz. and was 20 inches long. Yes, a fairly large child, I know, but we got her here! We are so glad that we finally have our little girl! We are all doing well, although Brensyn isn't sure if he likes less attention, but Kies "LOVES sissy!" I'll post some pics. She came out pretty fast, so she had a very, very bruised face. It's finally going down, but the first pictures of her are a little scary, so beware. In fact, the nursery had to put a little sign on her bed that said she was bruised so that nobody tried to give her CPR! She is a doll no matter what, and we love her!

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Toilet seats

So can I just express my disgust for whoever it was that decided it would be a good idea to make a toilet seat that formed to your butt? You all know what I'm talking about- the kind that when you sit down, the back of the seat cups your butt and almost hugs you entirely too much. Even after putting a cover over the seat, I feel as though I'm far too familiar with the person who used the toilet ahead of me. It's quite disturbing to me, and on so many levels, in my opinion, unsanitary. It's kind of like walking into a bathroom and seeing wet marks on the seat where you are about to sit down. Sometimes- yeah it could be splashes from when the last person flushed, but most likely not. You know this to be completely true when you walk into an outhouse... that is, of course, because you CAN'T flush it. My last encounter with these types of toilet seats were when my husband and I had a all-to-rare date at the movies. Me being a trillion months pregnant means frequent trips to the bathroom, and it was not at all delightful to have to sit on something with other people's germs so close to my bum. That is probably all I have on that matter. Today marks three weeks until actual due date time. I was asked no less than 7 times when I was due, twice if I was having twins, touched on the tummy once by a stranger, and one person even had the nerve to tease me and ask what I was hiding under my shirt. For those of you who don't know- at this point- it's not fun to answer normal pregnancy questions, let alone someone who's making fun of you- so please refrain if you ever feel the urge to ask a pregnant woman these questions! Love you all, take care!

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Hmm...

So, it's the July, and I am ready to have this kid. Just a month left, and it'll be due time. I believe that I am already as big as I was when I had the boys, so none of my clothes fit, not to mention the fact that with the boys it was cold, not hot, so I am out of season with my fashions. I put four different shirts on yesterday before finally finding one that would fit. And today- too short, have to keep pulling it down, but I don't care. What else am I going to do? I can't go out and buy a bunch more clothes for the next five weeks. I can't fit into Jaran's t-shirts cause they're too tight and cause my belly to itch quite uncomfortably. I know I should be happy that I have clothing to wear at all, but at this point- it's hard to feely happy about too much. At least this week we're in Wyoming, and I have an air-conditioned house to occupy. Jaran is re-roofing Grandma Pearl's house, so we've been staying at my Mom's. It's also the grand celebration in Cowley, so there will be a ton of friends to visit with, that is if we can handle the heat. And the fact that most of the clothes these days are not G-worthy, makes you layer, which is the last thing that you want to do in this type of weather. Have I done anything at all in this blog besides complain? I doubt it! Well- one good thing- our last appointment when we had our ultra-sound, they said that they are pretty sure it's a girl. So we got rid of some of our boy attire at a yard sale and I have a few bucks to spend on pink and purple! Not only that- but if it is a boy, we'll still have some stuff. If this is a boy- I told Jaran we're done. Three boys in a row and then trying for a girl isn't probably the smartest thing one could think of. It's making yourself a glutton for punishment if you ask me. Then again lots of people have done it. Well, enough rambling. I don't even know what this blog contains! Enjoy. I will try and get more pics on here after this weekend. Y'all enjoy your weekend!