I am exhausted from playing two softball games tonight. In the middle of the second game, one of our players went for a ball, hit the fence, and cut up his face pretty bad. He ended up heading to the ER to get stiches, along with his father. That left us two men short. Don't worry though, we still won (we hope everything is alright Jeff).
BUT, times will get better because Saturday morning we leave for Lake Powell. I cannot express my excitement.
Hope you're not jealous.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
What Went On
Okay, here are some pictures of our recent events.
Our little guy was blessed August 2. There were a ton of people that came to support him and we thank you all for that. The downside to the day was that the second we got home he pooped all over his outfit--before we had a chance to take a picture of him in it. Whoops. I guess I'll just have to stage some pictures in the outfit later.
Either way, here we are on the day of...
That same week Cody surprised me with a trip to San Francisco. We drove all day Thursday and met up with Melanie and Jake who had flown in a few days earlier. The next morning we headed down to the piers, unfortunately the camera died after the first 2 minutes.
It was awesome to see the street performers and the people. We ended the day at the Giants stadium. The game was awesome, even though they totally blew it in the last two innings.
Saturday was spent at Venice beach and the Orphium theatre. At the beach there were two dead sea lions, one with a missing head, and a sign saying that the area had the highest concentration of white sharks. Needless to say, I didn't spend too much time in the water; I'm a wimp. I did, however, give the boy his first dip. He didn't like the cold at all, but oh well.
After getting cleaned up we headed to the theatre to see Wicked. I cried quite a few times during the production, it was just THAT awesome.
Last was Caleb's wedding. He and Hayley were married on the 11 in the Salt Lake temple. It was a great day for everyone. We sure love Hayley and are so glad to have her in the family. Their reception was in Lindon at a cute little place called Wadley Farms. We laughed and cried and watched the Hoppy boys do their traditional dance (when I get a copy I'll post it on here). It was a great day.
Don't you just love our little guy's outfit? He looked like a little pimp.
Our little guy was blessed August 2. There were a ton of people that came to support him and we thank you all for that. The downside to the day was that the second we got home he pooped all over his outfit--before we had a chance to take a picture of him in it. Whoops. I guess I'll just have to stage some pictures in the outfit later.
Either way, here we are on the day of...
That same week Cody surprised me with a trip to San Francisco. We drove all day Thursday and met up with Melanie and Jake who had flown in a few days earlier. The next morning we headed down to the piers, unfortunately the camera died after the first 2 minutes.
It was awesome to see the street performers and the people. We ended the day at the Giants stadium. The game was awesome, even though they totally blew it in the last two innings.
Saturday was spent at Venice beach and the Orphium theatre. At the beach there were two dead sea lions, one with a missing head, and a sign saying that the area had the highest concentration of white sharks. Needless to say, I didn't spend too much time in the water; I'm a wimp. I did, however, give the boy his first dip. He didn't like the cold at all, but oh well.
After getting cleaned up we headed to the theatre to see Wicked. I cried quite a few times during the production, it was just THAT awesome.
Last was Caleb's wedding. He and Hayley were married on the 11 in the Salt Lake temple. It was a great day for everyone. We sure love Hayley and are so glad to have her in the family. Their reception was in Lindon at a cute little place called Wadley Farms. We laughed and cried and watched the Hoppy boys do their traditional dance (when I get a copy I'll post it on here). It was a great day.
Don't you just love our little guy's outfit? He looked like a little pimp.
Now we await our yearly trip to Lake Powell...
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
We have had a busy few weeks. I'll post pictures soon of our little guy's baby blessing, Caleb's wedding and our trip to San Francisco.
Right now I just want to relax.
But, here's a teaser to keep you coming back...
(nothing like Wicked and Burger King to start a night off right)
Right now I just want to relax.
But, here's a teaser to keep you coming back...
(nothing like Wicked and Burger King to start a night off right)
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
For Mima
Our little guy just figured out how to laugh, and we luckily were there to catch it on camera.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Do you ever just sit and stare at your kids and think...
"Oh my gosh he (or she) is beautiful."
And you can't get yourself to look away?
I do.
Happy 5 weeks Donny boy.
"Oh my gosh he (or she) is beautiful."
And you can't get yourself to look away?
I do.
Happy 5 weeks Donny boy.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner
Cody's softball team won the championship game last night. It was pretty intense, but they pulled it off with a 12-11 victory. I was sure proud of them...
...and so was the baby boy (although he didn't like the sun in his eyes)
...and so was the baby boy (although he didn't like the sun in his eyes)
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Baby Pictures
I thought it was time for a few more baby pictures...
The boy with his daddy.
His first bath (minus the ones in the hospital)
This one is from today. We took it after his shower.
Isn't he the cutest boy ever?
The boy with his daddy.
His first bath (minus the ones in the hospital)
This one is from today. We took it after his shower.
Isn't he the cutest boy ever?
Friday, July 3, 2009
Lehi Round-Up
June 27 Cody and I, along with Jenn, Avery, Kaitilin, Cameron, and Bobby Kay, went to the Lehi Rodeo. It was awesome, even though I was slightly worried about our new little guy the whole time...
Jenn and I decided years ago that we would make it a tradition to meet every year for the rodeo. So far, minus the year we were both on missions, we have stuck to our promise.
Jenn and I decided years ago that we would make it a tradition to meet every year for the rodeo. So far, minus the year we were both on missions, we have stuck to our promise.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Wal-Mart
Today I ran to Wal-Mart to get a little grocery shopping done.
After fighting people in the isles and waiting forever in the check out line, I finally made it outside to my car.
I loaded the groceries in the trunk, snapped the boy's car seat (with him in it) in the back seat, then went the 4 stalls down to drop off my cart in the designated spot.
In that 10 seconds I was gone dropping of the cart, a group of people came across my car and infant and decided that it was their responsibility to call the police. I mean, why not? Someone had OBVIOUSLY abandoned their child. They were outraged, I could hear it in their conversation.
I was back before they even got the number dialed saying, "I didn't leave my baby. I was just dropping off my cart."
The woman who had called 911 hung up her phone and proceeded to give me a short lecture on why I should never do that again.
I decided next time I'll just leave my cart behind their car.
p.s. For the record, I do NOT think it is okay to leave your child in the car, and what the people might have prevented was noble. But seriously, I saw them walk up. They saw me at the car. I passed them while dropping off the cart. Come on now people, think before you act.
After fighting people in the isles and waiting forever in the check out line, I finally made it outside to my car.
I loaded the groceries in the trunk, snapped the boy's car seat (with him in it) in the back seat, then went the 4 stalls down to drop off my cart in the designated spot.
In that 10 seconds I was gone dropping of the cart, a group of people came across my car and infant and decided that it was their responsibility to call the police. I mean, why not? Someone had OBVIOUSLY abandoned their child. They were outraged, I could hear it in their conversation.
I was back before they even got the number dialed saying, "I didn't leave my baby. I was just dropping off my cart."
The woman who had called 911 hung up her phone and proceeded to give me a short lecture on why I should never do that again.
I decided next time I'll just leave my cart behind their car.
p.s. For the record, I do NOT think it is okay to leave your child in the car, and what the people might have prevented was noble. But seriously, I saw them walk up. They saw me at the car. I passed them while dropping off the cart. Come on now people, think before you act.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
His Favorite Pastime
This picture may resemble bad parenting, but in reality HE choses to be in this position. No matter how much I try and resist, he likes to stretch back and stay that way. We lovingly refer to it as the C Curve, C for his name and for the fact that his back bends in half the wrong way forming the letter C.
Be ready for LOTS of baby pictures from now on. We are over-excited first time parents, what did you expect? If you don't like them, shame on you.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Warning....This is a long one
so...I'm sorry it has taken me so long to report the details of our little boy's arrival, but I've been a little nervous to write this post. Watching your child come into the world is hard to comprehend, let alone explain.
When I returned home from serving a mission for the LDS church, I kind of dreaded running into people that I knew because I knew they would ask me..."How was your mission?"
That might sound weird, but when you serve a mission, or perhaps you're in the military and return home from serving your country, or after you climb Mt. Everest, or watch a loved one pass into the next life, or do pretty much anything that stretches you to extremes that you never thought you were capable of surviving... a question like that is almost insulting. I just wanted to ask them in return, "Do you really want to know? Do you really care? Because it was the most exhausting, difficult, rewarding, beautiful, sacred, humbling, miserable, and challenging learning experience that I have ever endured. I gave my blood, sweat, tears, and heart and people spit on me, yelled at me, berated me, threatened me, and hated me. I loved every minute of it. Even the parts that I hated. Everything that is good in my life right now is a direct result of the time I spent serving others in Washington DC. I would never trade it or do it over. It was the best time of my life."
But you see, even a response like that can't impress upon someone the feelings and the reality of it all. In the end, words can't describe it so you end up with a short but trite replay like, "good, thanks". The truth is there is no substitute for experience...and unless you've been there you just couldn't really comprehend. That's how it felt to watch my beautiful, healthy, and PERFECT son come into this world. All of you who have experienced it are nodding your heads because you get it, and those who haven't might be too....but you can't really understand until you've been there.
At some time around 7AM, after a long night of tossing and turning from anxiety, the phone rang. Hanna jumped a bit at the sound and it woke me up. She answered. I could hear a woman's voice coming through the receiver asking, in essence, if we were ready and how soon we could come in to be induced. We knew they might call, but weren't really expecting anything until later in the day, but she replied that we could leave within a half an hour. The bags had been packed for days and we had been ready to go because of the 4 days or so of false labor that Hanna had been experiencing. The contractions would begin to come and they would get consistent for hours at a time, but would never increase in strength. She had dilated to a 3 and 1/2about 10 days earlier and was 90% effaced. She probably walked 20 miles in those couple of days trying to motivate him to come. She was ready, but I guess our little guy wasn't.
I climbed out of bed and just kind of wandered around the room in somewhat of a daze trying to figure out where to begin and finally remembered where we kept the bathroom and decided to start there. About 35 minutes later we were both upright, clothed, clean, the car was loaded up and the dog was fed. We got to the hospital just before 8.
9am they broke Hanna's water, 1pm she decided she'd had enough fun and the epidural was given, and in the following 2 hours she went from a 4 to a 7. Just before 5pm she was declared a 10 and the real work began.
I was exhausted at this point. I just didn't think that I could take much more. I thought about asking if we could just keep her numb until the next day after I got a good nights rest, but Hanna insisted. I trudged forward.
Hanna was a total champ at the whole push the baby out thing. She was really great.I was pretty nervous going into this thing because Hanna can be a bit "aggressive", shall we say?? I think that she might have considered that trading my life for our son's would be an acceptable proposal so initially I wondered if it was really in my best interest to be within arms reach of her. Luckily, the drugs had made her quite pleasant, and we had a very positive and healthy experience working together to get that baby out.
After about 40 minutes of pushing, and still no baby, we were notified that we liked our children sunny side up. I guess they don't so much. Instead of coming through the birth canal facing down, he was facing the ceiling. I think that it was just because he was just SO excited to put a face with the very manly and comforting voice that had given him pep talks every night before bed. Maybe he's a back sleeper like his mom. Who knows. Whatever the case, it was cause for much more effort from Hanna. After about an hour of pushing Hanna just looked at me with pleading in her eyes and I knew she was ready to be done. She had done so great, but she was losing energy and confidence. So I did what any good husband would do...I lied. "Oh he's SO close he's like right there. Just 1 or 2 more pushes and he's here." I was just practicing though for when I'd get to tell my kids, "Oh we're almost there. Just up around the next corner. Keep walking and quit whining."
6:36pm Our precious baby made his appearance. (FYI...I too was born at exactly 6:36pm) What a moment. After the doctor unwrapped the umbilical cord and cleaned the airways, there was the beautiful sound of an infant crying. The single most amazing moment in my life was watching my lovely Hanna reach out and hold our firstborn for the first time.
I couldn't stop staring. He's Perfect. For days now all I can do is stare. We have loved having him here and I don't think that either of us knew that we could love so much. We think that he's pretty special. Hope you agree.
Here's our first family picture....
When I returned home from serving a mission for the LDS church, I kind of dreaded running into people that I knew because I knew they would ask me..."How was your mission?"
That might sound weird, but when you serve a mission, or perhaps you're in the military and return home from serving your country, or after you climb Mt. Everest, or watch a loved one pass into the next life, or do pretty much anything that stretches you to extremes that you never thought you were capable of surviving... a question like that is almost insulting. I just wanted to ask them in return, "Do you really want to know? Do you really care? Because it was the most exhausting, difficult, rewarding, beautiful, sacred, humbling, miserable, and challenging learning experience that I have ever endured. I gave my blood, sweat, tears, and heart and people spit on me, yelled at me, berated me, threatened me, and hated me. I loved every minute of it. Even the parts that I hated. Everything that is good in my life right now is a direct result of the time I spent serving others in Washington DC. I would never trade it or do it over. It was the best time of my life."
But you see, even a response like that can't impress upon someone the feelings and the reality of it all. In the end, words can't describe it so you end up with a short but trite replay like, "good, thanks". The truth is there is no substitute for experience...and unless you've been there you just couldn't really comprehend. That's how it felt to watch my beautiful, healthy, and PERFECT son come into this world. All of you who have experienced it are nodding your heads because you get it, and those who haven't might be too....but you can't really understand until you've been there.
At some time around 7AM, after a long night of tossing and turning from anxiety, the phone rang. Hanna jumped a bit at the sound and it woke me up. She answered. I could hear a woman's voice coming through the receiver asking, in essence, if we were ready and how soon we could come in to be induced. We knew they might call, but weren't really expecting anything until later in the day, but she replied that we could leave within a half an hour. The bags had been packed for days and we had been ready to go because of the 4 days or so of false labor that Hanna had been experiencing. The contractions would begin to come and they would get consistent for hours at a time, but would never increase in strength. She had dilated to a 3 and 1/2about 10 days earlier and was 90% effaced. She probably walked 20 miles in those couple of days trying to motivate him to come. She was ready, but I guess our little guy wasn't.
I climbed out of bed and just kind of wandered around the room in somewhat of a daze trying to figure out where to begin and finally remembered where we kept the bathroom and decided to start there. About 35 minutes later we were both upright, clothed, clean, the car was loaded up and the dog was fed. We got to the hospital just before 8.
9am they broke Hanna's water, 1pm she decided she'd had enough fun and the epidural was given, and in the following 2 hours she went from a 4 to a 7. Just before 5pm she was declared a 10 and the real work began.
I was exhausted at this point. I just didn't think that I could take much more. I thought about asking if we could just keep her numb until the next day after I got a good nights rest, but Hanna insisted. I trudged forward.
Hanna was a total champ at the whole push the baby out thing. She was really great.I was pretty nervous going into this thing because Hanna can be a bit "aggressive", shall we say?? I think that she might have considered that trading my life for our son's would be an acceptable proposal so initially I wondered if it was really in my best interest to be within arms reach of her. Luckily, the drugs had made her quite pleasant, and we had a very positive and healthy experience working together to get that baby out.
After about 40 minutes of pushing, and still no baby, we were notified that we liked our children sunny side up. I guess they don't so much. Instead of coming through the birth canal facing down, he was facing the ceiling. I think that it was just because he was just SO excited to put a face with the very manly and comforting voice that had given him pep talks every night before bed. Maybe he's a back sleeper like his mom. Who knows. Whatever the case, it was cause for much more effort from Hanna. After about an hour of pushing Hanna just looked at me with pleading in her eyes and I knew she was ready to be done. She had done so great, but she was losing energy and confidence. So I did what any good husband would do...I lied. "Oh he's SO close he's like right there. Just 1 or 2 more pushes and he's here." I was just practicing though for when I'd get to tell my kids, "Oh we're almost there. Just up around the next corner. Keep walking and quit whining."
6:36pm Our precious baby made his appearance. (FYI...I too was born at exactly 6:36pm) What a moment. After the doctor unwrapped the umbilical cord and cleaned the airways, there was the beautiful sound of an infant crying. The single most amazing moment in my life was watching my lovely Hanna reach out and hold our firstborn for the first time.
I couldn't stop staring. He's Perfect. For days now all I can do is stare. We have loved having him here and I don't think that either of us knew that we could love so much. We think that he's pretty special. Hope you agree.
Here's our first family picture....
Friday, June 19, 2009
Just Two More...
Just another picture while Cody prepares the update of a lifetime...
He is home now, but due to a little Jaundice has to spend every second possible on this glowing bili-bed.
He hates it.
He is home now, but due to a little Jaundice has to spend every second possible on this glowing bili-bed.
He hates it.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Little Gus Gus
Well, he is finally here.
Born June 16, 2009 at 6:36 p.m.
7 pounds 15 ounces, 19 1/2 inches long.
We think he is the most wonderful thing in the world.
p.s. Cody will post more of the details later.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Baby Update
Well, it is now 3 days past my due date and still no baby. But, it could be worse.
The plus side to this is that my doctor moved my induction date from Friday to tomorrow. Every time he sees me he says something to the effect of, "I can't believe you haven't gone into labor yet. You are a lot farther along than most women who do."
It doesn't ever make me feel better.
Anyway, there is the update for now. Lets just hope that I don't get bumped too far back tomorrow by women who have their children 'naturally.' I might just have an emotional breakdown.
The plus side to this is that my doctor moved my induction date from Friday to tomorrow. Every time he sees me he says something to the effect of, "I can't believe you haven't gone into labor yet. You are a lot farther along than most women who do."
It doesn't ever make me feel better.
Anyway, there is the update for now. Lets just hope that I don't get bumped too far back tomorrow by women who have their children 'naturally.' I might just have an emotional breakdown.
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