Stuff

• Peyson is almost potty trained...We just have to brave church and overnight without a diaper.

• We have been sick for nearly 5 weeks...hoping the antibiotics will make it go away!

• I'm trying to get tv out of our routine...well...at least the huge amount that is there now! All day isn't so bad is it? Yikes!

• Peyson must know his life is about to change...because he is all of a sudden unable to do anything by himself...he yells at the top of his lungs when he doesn't get his way...he cries for no reason...for a long time...resulting in lots of time spent in his room...

• I have been praying for any kind of help dealing with his new attitude...patience...love...a better attitude myself...anything!

• I've also been praying for a smooth transition after baby comes home! That Peyson will be a good big brother...that he won't feel left out or less loved! And that baby won't get sick with what we have had for forever now. That would not be fun!

• I can't reach my toes...so they are in desperate need of a pedi!

• It's not fair that I am still puking just days away from delivery! (only 4 btw)

• Nesting is getting my house clean...but that chore never ends!

• I am so ready to start running again...ready to lose all this extra stuff I'm packin around...my knees are getting mad at me! I've never had knee problems. Ouch!

• Derek is almost done with 3rd year required rotations. Crazy!

• Derek is playing church basketball.

• Do you ever catch a glimpse of your baby falling asleep? Heavy eyes...slow blinking...until they can't stay open any longer? Precious!

That's So Nice Of You

Today we were driving by the hospital...

peyson-daddy works there?
me-yep.
peyson-mom what you do?
me-i get to be your mommy!
peyson-why?
me-because i have a cute little boy and i get to be his mommy:)
peyson-aww...that's so nice of you!

I'm glad he still likes me...and thinks I'm nice:)

What Is This About?

Today is a beautiful day...52*...and I am stuck inside...dizzy...headache...stuffy nose...sore throat...and pregnant and tired:) I just don't have the want to.

I can feel the sun coming through the window! It is so warm and cozy. Spring is on its way. I love winter because of the snow. But Logan has had a wimpy winter with very little snow...only 2 snow storms that dropped more than 6inches? Wimpy. And so I don't enjoy just cold weather. It is nice to be large and very well insulated when I would typically be freezing my toes off. But being large does not allow for much outside fun. And so we stay inside trying to be nice:) Trying not to watch too much tv. Nap time is a good break right? Yikes...yep...we watch too much tv.

Being sick has always been hard for me...all my life. Just a cold makes me look like a mummy and my permanent dwelling is on the couch. I pretty much look dead. I pretty much feel dead too. Last week I was "nesting". I had to move the treadmill so I could clean the carpets but was backed into a corner so I had no leverage. Silly girl...I put some weight into it and oops...pulled a muscle...or 7. You should see me walk. Or waddle...or limp...whatever you want to call it. I have a lot of weight to move around and no muscle strength to lift my legs. I'm sure it is quite entertaining. But man oh man it hurts so bad! Still.

I have less than 3 weeks till my due date...but anything that can get me not pregnant sounds super amazing right now. So I plan on being induced the week before. However, now that it is set in my mind and my count down is a week short...I fear it just won't happen. They won't induce unless conditions are favorable...meaning a willing body...and I am made for carrying late babies. And big ones too. So I'm crossing my fingers, hoping my little plan won't be crushed.

Peyson is really cute and I think he will be a really great big brother. I have worried a lot about that...how he will react to a strange, loud, thing moving into the spotlight...and often when I ask him if he is ready for a baby sister he replies with a very loud NOOOOOOOOOO! um...not good. But lately he has been very excited, pulling up my shirt to see the baby and learning about binkies and blankies and bottles and car seats and boppies. I think he is in love with his little baby sister Ainswee:)

Derek is doing his surgery rotation right now. One week left. It has been fun to see how he enjoys or very much dislikes each rotation. I love to see him happy to get up each morning and go do something he loves! And I hate to see him dread every morning that requires him to get up and go do something he really doesn't enjoy at all! He loves the OR! A lot! He enjoys the office with personal interaction with patients. He really loves the combination of both...but with a variety of cases...and that confirms his number one career choice...OBGYN...as of now:) It is the only one that has really kept him interested the whole 4 weeks...from my perspective.

Life is achy and tired right now...but good! Lame and boring...but good! Little focus and little motivation...but good! The house is cluttered and we eat a lot of take-out...but life is good!

Take 3

Take 1: When we moved to Logan I figured it would be a big enough shock for Peyson that adding potty training to the list would be no big deal. We bought fun Cars underwear and plastic sheets for the bed and went to work...but then the little dude got sick and I was not about to clean up diarrhea underwear or floor stains. Then I found out I was pregnant and morning sickness kicked in hard core and I was not about to make that any worse than it needed to be or already was.

Take 2: I really wanted to get Peyson potty trained before this baby arrives...so before Christmas we went to the store and picked out some soldier toys so when he was a big boy and peed in the potty he could pick a toy. He was really excited about these while we were at the store and thought he would just get them when we got home. But when we told him he had to potty to get any he sat on the potty and pushed really hard and would start crying saying it was too hard (because he didn't have to go). Then he lost interest altogether and stopped asking for the toys. He clearly was not ready. I gave up on the idea of potty training before baby. And I figured there was still a good chance that if he did accomplish it before then, he may revert back when the baby does come home and want to wear diapers again.

Take 3: More often than necessary I will find that Peyson has had a dirty diaper for far too long and will be so sore and needing cream. I am talking freak out deadly screams and thrashing to avoid being cleaned-sore. I don't understand why he won't tell me when he is dirty so I can change it before he gets sore. Anyway...the other day I was getting ready for church and he yelled...mommy...their's poop in my diaper. I got up in a hurry so happy that he told me. Then I found him naked in the living room...diaper and jammies nowhere in sight. OH NO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? He pointed to the bathroom. I found his jammies on the floor next to his dirty diaper that was neatly laid on the floor next to his potty. I was about to freak out but when I saw that he tried to go potty all by himself I was nearly giddy. I asked him if he had to go potty and sat him down. I told him to stay there and try a little longer so I could throw away his diaper. When I came back he was standing and pointing and saying...I pooped in the potty...see mom! Yeah!!!!!

So I guess we are doing this. It was Peyson's idea...I was ready to wait till baby was home and settled. But this works too. I hope:) Yesterday had a lot of messes but I was shockingly calm. Today he made a tiny mess and finished in the potty. WOOHOO! He totally got a toy!

I am told and have found that boys need more reminding when learning so when I was putting his undies on this morning, this was our conversation...

me-where do we poop?
peyson-in the potty!
me-where do we pee?
peyson-on the floor!
me-wait...what? where do we pee?
peyson-i dunno!

I repeated the instructions until he was sure that we pee in the potty:)

Coming Home

This is Skyler. He is child #4 and brother #3. He just came home from his mission in San Jose, California this week. Me and Peyson went down to be there to pick him up from the air port with everybody else that could make it. We sat in the airport for a long time talking and laughing and then we went to a late lunch.
On the drive home he got out his ukulele and serenaded us for a while. It was fun.
The next morning Peyson got up super early, like always, and Skyler got up with him...they were best friends from that point on. Peyson was his shadow for the rest of the time we were there and hated that we had to go home.
One night we got out the old 45s and listened to really good music together. Air Supply, Grease, and others. It reminded me of when we were younger and dancing around the living room to "hey hey we're the monkey's...":)
Twice we did dishes together and it reminded me of when we had to be dish washing partners a long time ago. Skyler couldn't wash because he never got anything clean...and when he was the rinser he would take forever. So we had to "twist the speedy button on his back" and then he would go into hyper mode and drain all the dishes in seconds. I HATED being his partner!!! So much!!! Funny how it's a happy memory now:) His dish washing skills have improved by the way!
I loved seeing Peyson follow him around all week...and I loved even more how Skyler never got annoyed or tired of entertaining him. I loved seeing the change that happened in him in the last two years. I loved seeing how close to the Spirit he is. I loved hearing his stories and looking at pictures. And I liked the familiarity...even though he has been gone for two years, it is still Skyler that came home and jumped right into life as if he had never left.