Time is FLYIN'!

Oh I told myself I was going to blog EVERYTHING but it's really hard when you have no internet at home and all you do is sleep and work.

Time is FLYING. I sometimes work 10 hour days but at least I get 3 days off MOST weeks. So much happens every day that I always think, "I totally have to blot about that so I'll remember," but then I forget. I mainly blame my medication. It makes me so spacey. But I'm doing really well. I've decided that I will have to take my medication next time I'm pregnant. I don't think I can live without it.

So hopefully I will always remember things like him discovering his hands two days ago at 4 am. Or the time Nate bought too small diapers with the last of our money. Or 4 am this morning when I felt something warm on my leg and thought, "Oh he must have just peed," and then later realized that the warmth WAS the pee and NOT inside his diaper. Or the time he was being changed and grabbed the back of his hair WAY too tight and started screaming and couldn't let go of it and I'm sure he was thinking, "WHO THE HELL IS HURTING ME?!?"

PS - my friend who's little boy has spina bifida just told me she's pregnant. She is pretty much having a baby the same time that cousin Jenny =] is having hers. We are praying that there is nothing wrong with it. She doesn't even want to tell her family so they won't all keep asking if there's anything wrong with it. They are going to have an ultrasound fairly soon, so...

Hello

We went to get the baby's portraits done last Saturday. When we were done, we were waiting for Pam to meet us in the parking lot and the baby TOTALLY said, "HELLO!" It was crazy. And we were all there to hear it, Kennedy, my mom, Nate and I. We didn't even laugh cause it was so freaky!

Baby has a Dr. Appt...I do too...

The baby weighs 12 lbs 10 ozs. He is in the 75% percentile for weight. The Dr. was amazed. Poor thing had to get three shots today and he was SO offended. He calmed down pretty quickly though and now he is sweetly sleeping.

Yesterday I got a phone call about my pap test, which is always bad. If they don't call you, nothing is wrong. So she told me it was abnormal and that I had a yeast infection...how would I not know that I have a yeast infection? I have the feeling they mixed up my test with someone elses. Anyhow, I go in next Thursday for surgery. Hooray. =[

Oh! My Back!

I woke up one morning with a pinched nerve in my back. It was like a toothache in my back and it was getting to be unbearable, especially after about 8 days. Ice helped but only for one night. I took a lot of ibuprofins and rested a lot. It would go away and come back and go away and come back even worse. I kept saying I needed to go to the Dr. and then I would change my mind. I figured there was nothing they could do but give me pain medication or tell me to go to a chiropractor or something.

So one day, because my plumbing had been out of use for about a month, I went to my mom's in the middle of the night. On my way off the porch I missed the last step and fell hands-and-knees into the tomato plants. I thought for sure I would get stuck there like that. My ankles twised and my hands were scraped and my knee was all wet and muddy. Terrible luck. I sat there for a minute to be really mad and scared and then went home to tell Nate my story. Then I noticed my foot was all cut and bleeding. Shoot.

Then for a couple of days it felt like I had a hangnail or something on my big toe, I assume from falling. I took a bath last night and soaked it and cut off some of the nail and put some hydrogen peroxide on it. I was feeling very picked on, but finally I feel much better.

Terrible Grill Story

On Saturday my mom made Nate go to do an auction for her in Heber because she wanted to go with me to my friend Heather's Lia Sophia jewelry party. We went and bought some really cool stuff and had a great time. All the while Nate is texting us and sending us pictures of fridges and telling us that no one is at the auction so everything is going super cheap. We have this tiny little fridge at our house so we had been looking for a bigger fridge and it was nice because the house already had a water line installed for an ice maker/water dispenser fridge. Nate found one and it went for like $150. So then we had to figure out how to get it home.

My mom and I drove up there after the jewelry party in my car and thought we'd find something to get it home with at the U-Haul store. Oddly, the U-Haul was closed Saturday and Sunday...seemed strange to us as that is when people move, right?

Anyways! The baby was getting hot waiting for them to return in my car and he needed some shade so I stuck him in my mom's car with the air on. When they came back to tell us that the store was closed they said we were going to go get shakes. So I hooked the belt on the car seat real quick and we took off. We got our shakes but for some reason we didn't stop to eat them. I tried to eat some but it pretty much just melted because I was too busy driving.

Nate is a crazy driver! He was over about a foot in the other lane at least 100 times. I had to call and ask if he was trying to eat his shake too, but he wasn't. He is just crazy. I think we need to get him some glasses.

Anyways. We were driving down the canyon, making fun of Nate's driving and we hit a bump on a turn and my mom's GRILL FLEW UP AND FELL ON THE BABY! I thought for sure he was dead! Tara was buckled in the front AND sleeping and she was back there in no time flat wiping ash off of him. He sounded startled but not hurt so I was SO relieved but still couldn't wait to get the hell off that freeway to check him out! It was amazing! He was blessed that day that it didn't hit him in the head, but it didn't even hit him ANYWHERE! It was seriously a miracle.

Not even five minutes later this crazy mid-size SUV came up on the left side of me and totally cut me off like he had no idea I was there. THEN he slammed on his breaks!!! My mom's brakes are soft and not like mine at all so I had to instantly swerve into the emergency lane! We were so lucky that there was even a lane there! There is so much construction on I-80 that most of it only has a concrete barrier! We were so lucky to be alive that day. I told my mom that the devil was trying to kill us like Joseph Smith. I had a crazy adrenaline head ache and had to go home to take a nap. PHEW!!!

Post Baby

Because Ethan and I had that fever and also because Ethan lost more weight in the hospital than they thought he should, they had us go to the Dr. a couple days after we got home. (We left on Mon, went to the Dr. on Wed. I believe.) They weighed and measured him. He lost more weight and they said that he was actually 19 3/4 ins long, not 23 like they said in the hospital. The Dr. looked at him and said he looked good but we should weight him again in a couple of days.

We went back and he hadn't lost any weight but he hadn't gained any. It was a Saturday and my Dr. wasn't there so they had another Dr. come talk to me. He was much more aggressive than my Dr. He was really concerned and told me to get the baby to Primary Children's for a blood test to make sure that his kidney's were working. I burst into tears, first thinking how terrible that I can't breastfeed, second imagining the time that they had to get blood from a vein in Kennedy's baby head, and third imagining that I was going to be spending more time in the hospital with a post-surgery infant. I'm sure the Dr. thought I was just some scared parent, but it was so much more than that.

He told me to get a breast pump and start pumping after nursing the baby to try to get more milk and to supplement with formula if I had to. We were to do that and weigh him on Monday.

At the hospital much to my relief they just did a small prick on his heel...not so bad. The Dr. called back a bit later and said he was fine. He also called me the next day, a Sunday, to see how it was going. He must have felt really bad for me.

We went back and weighed him Monday and he had gained a whole bunch of weight. We were relieved and we went home.

I continued to pump every two hours for 10-15 minutes, but the milk just never came. We even tried to take a medication which had the side effect of lactation but that didn't do anything but give me a stomach ache and diarrhea. I could never get more than about a half ounce out of each side. So, I'm not meant to breastfeed I guess. Oh well.

Birth of Baby

Today I thought I should update my blog. It has been way too long.

I went to the Dr. on a Thursday. He said that I was dilated about a fingertip. He said to come back the next week, but we made it a Tuesday instead of a Thursday. I guess he knew how anxious I was. He should have known; I had been telling him how miserable I was for months. He kept asking if I was in labor and I would say, I don't know, I hope so. And he would say, "You can't be. You're too smiley." I thought, "I can wipe this smile off my face in .0001 of a second if that's all it takes.

When I went on Tuesday to do my urine test I noticed that I was losing my plug! I was so excited! I ran into him in the hall and he asked me if I was in labor like he had been asking for the last couple of weeks, and I said, "No, but I just lost my plug!" and he said, "That doesn't matter." I was totally shot down. So sad thinking I was going to go into labor in the next couple of hours. He checked me again and I was still a fingertip. He said that I could be induced on the 16th, a Saturday. 3 days early was REALLY exciting to me at that point.

I had been having slight contractions for a few weeks so on Friday when I was having them I didn't think much of it. They were still very far apart, but they had gotten painful. I thought I'd just wait it out. My mom and Nathan and I were going to go to dinner and it took forever to get them to go. Finally I said, "We'd better go before I am having a baby." I was semi-joking.

So we went to the Little America Coffee Shop. I was having contractions all the way through dinner, but I was so loving my bleu cheese salad and their wonderful dinner rolls with Knott's Berry Farm jam. Mmmm! My mom noticed that I seemed to be wincing in pain pretty frequently. I didn't think it could possibly be real labor. When they tell you to wait to go to the hospital until they are 5 minutes apart I had the idea that they would come on a lot slower and more gradually.

Like my mom always does, she was getting really nervous and saying that I had to get to the hospital immediately. Nate was nervous too, I could tell. He was frantically trying to get everything ready to go and packing all of my things. I was determined to wait as long as I could. I was NOT going to have them turn me away from the hospital. How frustrating and not to mention embarrassing. So I took a nice shower and I got all ready to go while I had Nate go to my mom's house and pick up a few things. By the time he got back and I was out of the shower, I was pretty much just standing around having contractions. I had to hold on to the door frame and breathe a few of them out. WOW those were painful!

Nate drove me to the hospital and my mom brought my entourage. Katy, Tara, Ashley, Kennedy and her. I checked in at about 9. I was standing there having contractions and signing paperwork, which I thought was sort of silly.

We got to the room and they wanted a urine sample in a plain paper cup. I thought that was strange. Then they just let it sit around in the room for hours. I kept telling everybody not to drink that and every time someone got close to the table I got really anxious thinking they were going to bump my pee and it would go flying all over the room.

Then the lady gave me my IV. She kept pushing it really fast and it would hurt SOOOO bad. And the antibiotics they had to give me for my infection was really cold. It felt like my veins were going to pop. Afterward my arm looked like a dead person's.

I wanted to wait to get the epidural because I knew it would slow down my labor like it did with Kennedy. I got through as many as I could but a couple came really close together and were really intense so I thought I'd better ask for the epidural immediately before they got any worse. Good idea! They made me wait while another lady got hers done. Perfect timing. They wouldn't let us film it. =[

Then I couldn't walk and I couldn't feel my body and I knew, what being pregnant for so long, that I could easily pee everywhere. I don't know why I had to ask, but I got the lady to give me a catheter. I had been waiting months and months for one. Haha! In the beginning of my pregnancy when I had to pee so much, I would be sitting in bed and so tired of getting up all the time that I would joke for Nate to get me a bedpan. FINALLY!

The epidural had this button on it you could push to give you more medicine. It would make a couple beeps and then you could feel your spine get all cold. They kept telling me that you couldn't overdose yourself, but one time I pushed it and it just kept beeping and beeping. It was overdosing me and trying to kill me, I KNEW IT! So we got the lady in there and she said that's just what it does when you run out of medicine. PHEW!

So the labor was totally at a stand still. They gave me pitocin which I was terribly afraid of, but it turned out all right. They would only give me a little every hour and it was STILL slow going.

In the morning Nate's mom and grandma came up. The Olympics were on and of course that is Nate and his mom's favorite thing to watch. So they did that and talked. I was just getting really bored and tired and hungry and I was also tired because suddenly I had this fever. I sat and tried to get a little rest while I was waiting.

Finally, something felt weird and different. I told Nate he better get the nurse. She came in and checked me and Nate got really nervous again. He was obviously more nervous than I was. The nurse said she'd get the Dr. in and we'd get to push. HOORAY! I think I got some huge adrenaline rush. I was not tired or very hungry again for quite a while. A couple of pushes later and the baby was born around 11 am. It was so easy! They said he was 8 lbs. 6 ozs. and 23 ins. long. I'm so thrilled that it wasn't a big traumatic scene like it was with Kennedy.

The baby had the fever that I had so they had to take him to the nursery. Nate followed him and said the stupid lady couldn't figure out the camera, which made me nervous. I kept asking the nurse when we'd get to do his picture. They kept saying that they would but no one would come.

I went to the recovery room alone and later Nate came in. I slept for a little while before Emilee came to see me. She brought me a Jamba Juice. I woke up all covered in sweat which someone later told me was due to hormone changes. Later Heather, Curtis, Leila and Benny came to see us.

It took until the last day right before we left to get the lady to come take his picture. Ethan was in some dumb outfit and the lady acted all annoyed like she didn't want to do it; like she was in a hurry or something. She got a picture of him with his eyes closed and reluctantly asked if I wanted to try for a better one. Um, YES. All I wanted was the generic hospital pic that everyone else gets! Right now I'm trying to order the one she finally did take and I can't find it online!!! Ergh! Hate them.

This is the one I took.

April 1, 2008 - Posted to a friend of mine.

"HI! You're online. I'm online. Maybe we should get together sometime and be online.

Last night I got sick, I think from a disgusting egg salad sandwich that I got out of the machine at work. Plus I got a cough which made it IMPOSSIBLE not to throw it up. So I was coughing and puking and then I peed my pants. Like it alllllll just came out. It was great. It was the fastest pee ever!!! It was amazing."

I crack me up.

Nate's Birthday

Nate's birthday was on a Monday. My mom and I went to go get a cake, forgetting that most bakeries are closed Mondays. So we were driving around, finding them all closed. We finally thought of The Bakery (Gourmandies or Normandies or something, where we go with Gary and Rose to get the salmon baked into a fish-shaped, crescent roll crust) has some tarts and some really fancy cakes but they were like $40.00 bucks and just looked so ridiculous and not so fun because you couldn't put names on the top.

So we asked Nate what he would prefer and we suddenly had this great idea to go get a marzipan cake and he thought that sounded great. Which they are. So we go running over to the Scandia House or something (1700 S 900 E), and they are not just closed, there is a note on the door that says, "Sorry Scandia House is DONE at this location. Look for us nearby." We thought, DONE was a funny thing to say. I told my mom, "That's so WEIRD! That has been there my whole life!" And she said, "Mine too!" So it was there a really, really long time. What a sad day for Scandia House.

So we thought of another bakery and luckily it was open. It was neat because they had the raisin cookies that Grandma Ethel always bought me. Didn't figure I needed one, but they were sure tempting. LUCKILY THEY HAD A MARZIPAN CAKE! It was amazing. It was destiny that they had this cake. It was a weird tan-colored marzipan and had red gel flowers with green gel stems and leaves. We had the lady write, "Happy Birthday Nate" on it in green frosting.

We went to eat at Kyoto Japanese Restaurant. It was okay. The sushi I tasted was kinda warm and rolled really big. My mouth is too small for sushi rolled that fat. I tasted a salmon skin roll and there was this crazy cream cheese lookin' thing in it and it was so spicy I had to throw it back onto Nate's plate. They gave me a weird vegetable tempura plate that had little carrot straws, a whole bunch of onions that were kinda stringy as well, some squash and some mushrooms. Eh. I prefer zucchini and bigger carrot slices.

We later went back to eat the cake. I refused to put 24 candles on the cake so I told him the green ones represented 10. So I put two green ones and 4 other ones on there. My mom and I sang happy birthday to him and ate the cake. It was great. The marzipan was almondy and the raspberry filling reminded me of when Grandma Ethel would lead the singing. I regret not taking a picture of the magical cake!!! YUMMY!!!

Kennedy's Dentist Appointment

Kennedy went to the dentist yesterday. Her dentist is so great that she didn't even know she got a shot. He removed the bad tooth and sealed 'em all again. She would NOT believe that she got a shot. She is still skeptical. She named her tooth Smiley because it looks like it has eyes and a mouth. I'll try to take a picture.

Kennedy's Abscess

Yesterday Kennedy informed me that she had a loose tooth. At first I didn't pay much attention to it, and then I told her to let me look. It looked strange. It was red around the gums like an open wound and there was a funny chip of tooth sitting there and I'm pretty sure there is another tooth pushing that one out because it doesn't seem to have much of a root. Well, it also started swelling and turning really red, within hours. I had to hurry her to the Kidscare to get an antibiotic because they say that infections can settle in her heart where her surgeries were. They just told us to get her a dentist appointment A.S.A.P. It was really scary and Kennedy thought she was really going to die. She's also mostly afraid of the shot that the dentist is probably going to have to have to extract that stupid tooth. Poor thing.

She had another one a couple years ago. She had this one terrible cavity that had been just sitting there basically since it had come in. One night she got a real bad fever. I didn't associate it with the tooth at all; assumed she was just sick and put her to bed. She woke me up in the middle of night moaning in a strange way. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she wanted a drink from the drinking fountain. She was TOTALLY delirious. It was the scariest thing ever. I had to call my mom to rush us to the E.R. Then the stupid people couldn't get her blood and she was crying and it was just terrible and pissing me off. Poor child has been through so much with doctors. They finally just put her on an antibiotic, told us to make an appointment with a pediatric dentist and sent us home. Probably all that trauma was for nothing.

The teeth surgery was a whole 'nother drama in her life. She was FREAKING out scared, thinking they were going to poke her or hurt her. It was totally worse than the other surgeries because she could actually talk. She was crying and so scared. We had to WAIT FOREVER with her freaking out the WHOLE time. They gave her a doll which was supposed to help her understand what was going to happen but she was much to scared to even try to relate to that at all. She wouldn't even draw the face on. The nurse had to do it. FINALLY they gave us some medication to relax her enough to go in to the operating room. She was SOOOO high. It is pretty funny to talk to a high kid. She was telling us the ceiling looked funny or something and grinning so cute. Then we finally could laugh because she felt better.

Ashley's Bike

Today I'll tell you a sad story about my sister's bike.

Ashley got a sweet new bike for her birthday: April 18, 2008. It is the first, maybe only gift that she has ever used and retain interest in. She walked home from school to come get it, ride back to the school, ride to her friends' houses, ride around the park...every day. She even lost tons of weight and got in real great shape. Well, it was stolen yesterday. Fantastic. Saddest thing ever. Although we're all mad at her for not putting it away better, I feel like my mom just has to get her a new one because she loved it so much. It's not her fault she's bipolar. Oh, by the way, she's bipolar. They put her on Abilify, which has scary potential side effects but we figure she is not going to have a life to live if she doesn't fix her craziness. Anyways, three days ago out of nowhere, she started talking slower and is getting less aggravating every day. It's amazing. I love Abilify and so does she. She is really excited about it. It's good to see her happy.

SUGAR!!!

I'm a sugar freak! I never eat sweets when I'm not pregnant. It really hasn't even been that bad until a couple of weeks ago, but the only thing I want to eat is junk. Mostly chocolate. But today I had this terrible desire for 1) Root Beer 2) Chocolate Brownies with Ice Cream and 3) Potato Chips. I'm out of control. I even have been drinking plain Coke. Not even DIET!!! AGH! I read something some strange lady wrote saying she ate a lot of sugar and she was fine but her baby came out not being able to produce insulin for a while. I don't know if I believe her. I don't know what to think, but I've got to stop!!! But not today maybe because I've decided to bake some brownies. I'm going nuts.

Baby Dropping

Saturday night I totally felt the baby drop. It was very odd and actually felt REALLY good. I no longer feel like my body is smothering my face, my rib is just a little sore now as opposed to tearing my insides apart. There is more room for my lungs and my belly even seems to be smaller than before. Still no room for my stomach, however. Small meals are hard to eat when you rarely feel hungry.

The only problem is I feel like my water could break at any moment. I've really been dreading that happening in public.

I believe I'm having Braxton-Hicks contractions quite often. I may just be achy and tired. I'm nesting so I'm cleaning and spending tons of money on house stuff and I'm probably just wearing myself out. It's really hard to get to work. I figure it's okay; I will just steal all of Nate's money and my tax refund is pretty hefty and I got my stimulus check. UGH. But I'm getting really excited! =]

Kennedy' Ophthalmologist Appt

Kennedy and I went to the ophthalmologist yesterday. We went a little early so we could be on time. Her appointment was at 9:30 a.m.

We checked in and sat down and watched videos without much sound. It was REALLY loud in there besides. Kennedy checked out the play room but wasn't much interested in that. We looked at a few books but they were kinda kiddy books. There was one about planets (we thought) but only the first and middle pages were very educational. The rest of it was a bear telling us a bunch of stuff you can do on earth. I think we already know that after 8 years of being here. I tried to make her read a book about dinosaurs but she would NOT. I kept threatening to make her read it and she would just laugh at me.

We 10 minutes, maybe less, to see the nurse. She did a few simple eye tests with the eye machine thingy adjusted to her old prescription. I explained that Kennedy lost her glasses and we hadn't bought new glasses in anticipation of this appointment and her new prescription. She did pretty well with the right eye but the left eye was pretty bad.

We sat in the waiting room for a while longer. We were getting impatient as we had already done everything that was offered to us. We were both starving and Kennedy kept telling me we should just go down to the cafeteria and I told her we couldn't because we would miss her appointment.

The OTHER nurse finally called us back and we waited a minute for the Dr. Kennedy was making strange and loud noises. I think she must have been getting nervous or something. I told her people were trying to work around here and if I could hear them outside the door (and I could) that they could probably hear her. I told her she was going to be embarrassed when someone besides me came to tell her to shut up. Then the just said, "We have to dilate your eyes." So the nurse came back and put the drops in. I guess this is kind of uncomfortable. Kennedy didn't "make a noise" and the nurse asked her if it hurt so she must have thought she missed her eye.

We went back to the terrible waiting room. We were getting so grumpy. When Kennedy's eyes started to dilate she complained that she couldn't see very well. She wanted to see what they looked like so she went to the bathroom twice to try to see but she couldn't. I kept forgetting and I asked her about something on her pants and she got frustrated and said, "I CAN'T SEE, REMEMBER?" I almost burst into tears it was so pathetic. She said, "I can't even READ!" Oh it was so sad.

The Dr. called us back and looked in her eyes. He said that her prescription was "much different," for each eye and had changed quite a bit but that it was not like it was getting worse or anything bad was happening. He gave us a new prescription and then they wrangled us into making a new appointment in 3 months. Kennedy was picking her sticker and I had to tell her what they were. SAD! Then when we were in the car she had to ask me which way it went so she could put it on. OH NO ALMOST BURSTING INTO TEARS! Oh it was so pathetic I couldn't even stand it.

The doctor gave her those crazy sunglasses and she just hated them because they made her look like a dork. So of course I made her take a picture in them. I had to remember this terrible day!

Her eyes were still dilated last night before she went to bed. It was crazy. They were even still dilated this morning. So I took a picture of that too.

Financial Assistance and Griping about the Government (MAD AGAIN!)

I applied again for Food Stamps and Financial assistance because my hours have been cut A LOT and because 2 different idiots that my mom talked to said that they are more lenient in the last months of your pregnancy. The idiots also said to make sure to EXPLAIN that Nate isn't contributing ALL of his income to the household, that he is just paying half of the bills.

I'm about to murder my mother. She has made me fill out that damn application about four damn times in my life. I keep telling her I make too much and she sits and makes me feel like a fool because I'm not asking for help. STUPIDLY I let her intimidate me saying, "You just hate to jump through hoops. [The people] TOLD me [this is how it works]." Even though I argue that I don't see [the people] that she talked to behind the desk or even in the same office, I just fill out the stupid thing again and get all excited like she MIGHT be right. I fill out the THREE PAGE application, get all of my financial documents together and wait 20 minutes just to get someone to answer the phone for the application completion interview just to have another idiot lady tell me what I already knew. I'm RICH obviously.

Of course the idiots were wrong. I told the interview lady three times about Nate's income on the phone. I explained my pay cut to them three times. The lady said you have to be impoverished and basically have an income of $0.00.

So, because I have a house payment and a car payment, the government will not help me eat. I guess I should quit my job, sell my house and strive to be homeless and jobless so that the government will assist me. What kind of a bunked up system is THIS?! Who honestly has NO income and manages to come in to apply for this assistance? It makes me wonder who could POSSIBLY qualify? Who are they helping there?

My mom is obviously insane by the pure definition of insanity. Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. It's just like when I get a sore throat. My mother is CONVINCED that it's strep throat EVERY TIME. I tell her and tell her it's not but she drags me to the doctor and pays to get a culture anyway, and WHATTYA KNOW! It's NEVER STREP THROAT! I'm gonna kill her.

Video Camera Sadness

Ok, I don't understand why everything has to be so complicated. In this day and age of technological advancement it is just inconceivable.

My mom and I went to Sam's Club to get a video camera. I was talking to the man about the difference between two camera's. He sad one had a tape and one had a mini DVD. I could NOT imagine that there were still camera's that had tapes, so I figured he must have no idea what he was talking about. I asked him why I would pay more for it to automatically make a DVD when I could just hook it up directly to my computer and burn my own? He just agreed and said nothing.

So we get it home and I'm ASTONISHED that it actually takes a TAPE. A TAPE. Like, a dinosaur would have more use for this tape. I still didn't care because we bought a memory card for it and I figured, OK, no problem. I don't NEED this tape, I can just use this optional memory card that we paid EXTRA for. Oh what a RIDICULOUS idea! Absolutely will not record ANY video without this TAPE. I'm thinking at this point the guy actually DID know what he was talking about. But...

Friday night we're at Curtis and Heather's house and the kids decide to write a song and perform it. This time there song is about Kennedy: "My grandma Ethel," and Leila: "My dad's grandma." They love to talk about their grandma's that died. I have no idea what that is all about. This is pretty typical, but Kennedy usually gets too nervous and laughs so much she can't finish it and Leila just gets frustrated and yells at her. Leila is very serious.

Nate decided to "produce" their play this time. He had them write their song down with their parts so they knew when to sing them and he gives them a little choreography and they practice. This time they ACTUALLY get through it! It was SO cute. Curtis recorded it but then Nate told them he wanted to record it the next day with our DIGITAL RECORDER and put it on YouTube. The kids love YouTube, so of course they are so excited they can't stand it. They get all dressed up and put on tons of this hideous black eyeshadow and obsess about it ALL Saturday. After the filming was complete Nate did a "behind the scenes" segment and he told me Leila says, "If you liked what you saw go to www.LeilaandKennedy.com!" Hahaha. She asked me if the website would be named after them. I laughed at her and she didn't think it was very funny.

So we get the thing done, go to hook it to the computer..........NOPE! WILL NOT TRANSFER TO THE COMPUTER! You may be thinking how stupid I am, but the damn thing says it is a freakin' digital recorder right on it. And I'm reading the manual and it says you can do this. I installed the software and there's a button RIGHT on the screen that says, "Import from Tape" where you just play the tape through the computer and record it with the software. It just says it can't find it. SO I GIVE UP! I'm taking this piece of crap back and getting a new one. Thank you very much, Sam's Club Idiot. SO mad. Again. Hahaha. Always somethin' makin' me mad.

First Post

This thing is scary. I don't know how to work it. This is my first attempt. MySpace has made me extremely lazy. I'm sure it will be fine and I will get better.

Anyways, I had better at least start. I can't wait to have pictures of Ethan to post. I've posted a countdown so you can all keep track of him.

Here is is first ultrasound. Yay for no fading!

Let me tell you about a sad story. I scrapbooked Kennedy's whole life but I stopped when I moved and now I have no idea where the damn book is. I'm SO devastated. I think about it every day. SO MAD!!! What a waste. I never did journal in it though. I regret that. But I'm discouraged to scrapbook now. I've kind of decided that it's too expensive and cluttered anyway. Oh yeah, and I NEVER print out my pictures. Ha! I love how digital photography has made it so easy to store your pictures chronologically. That's the best part, I think.

Oh. Another sad story. One of the reasons that I was so miserable when I was married was because Scott's stupid friend was always sleeping on our couch and breaking stuff. It might have been less annoying for him to sleep on my couch if he ever BATHED. No really, he was the worst hygiene case ever. He smelled like the elephant cage at the zoo. There are still BB holes in the wall where he was doing a little target practice with things on a shelf above the mantle. ??? Who does that?! Well one night he decided to get drunk and tape over Kennedy's birth. Wow. I'm just full of frustration!!! Hopefully things go better for Ethan's keepsakes.