My husband scared me last night. He was standing at our bedroom door when he froze, staring downstairs. I asked him what he could see and he signaled me to be quiet. He then went downstairs to look out the window. He told me that he had heard someone trying to open our front door. Oooooooo, Spooky.... So I prayed and prayed that we would be protected and safe... and we were. I would like to talk to our neighbor, the detective. Just because.

B is in this stage of saying the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over. I do not know where he gets it from, from , from, from, from....

Ana and I are still walking in the mornings. It has been chilly but realitivly nice this week. I think of Janett and Georgette braving any type of weather and extreme darkness, not to mention lack of sleep. What brave souls!

I feel like I should just mention that I love my kids and I think they are cuties. R, my little scientist, is at the moment amazed by a PEZ dispenser. L is distraught because she has hit her head twice on the computer desk. She, of course, is howling. Oh wait, she is done now... she found a coupon treasure to bring me. S and B are up brushing their teeth... I just heard B say, "That's mine Sarah, its for boys."

Then a shout, "NO BOYS!" From S of course.

Well, we are actually going to try an outing. Wish me luck!

Positive mixed with the Negative

What an interesting weekend! We had tickets to the RS broadcast. Our ladies kept changing their minds about going. One lady signed up to drive and take 4 others, but ended up throwing a surprise party for her daughter (-). Luckily the four others didn't show up either (+).

We met at the stake center at 3 pm and the meeting didn't start until 6pm. Even I thought it was early (-), but with the crowds, parking, walking, ticket showing, meeting people to give them their tickets etc. ... we only had like 15 minutes of sitting time (+). One sister complained about her peanuts in the snack bags that the stake made 220 of (-), she complained that our seats were on the side and not in the middle (-), she complained about our parking spot (-), that I had to walk a block extra to meet someone (-), that we had to go down so many stairs to get to our seat (-), that her back would hurt from sitting for too long (-), .... after that I stopped listening to her. But the meeting was so great (+) and we saw and listened to the Prophet (+!)! It was so worth taking even her.

A funny thing happened while we were sitting there. One sister brought her camera in even though they are prohibited (-), free agency (+)... then she asked me to take a picture for her! I felt like a teen when my date took me to the movie theater in BlanJuan and there was only one movie showing and it was rated R (-)... so uncomfortable! I just started saying, "No, no, no, no... I just couldn't take a picture for you."
"Why not?"
"Because it is prohibited, and I just can't."

It would be so nice not to be put in those awkward situations!

Sunday choir practice was in the Assembly Hall... one more in a chapel then all of the rest are in the Conference Center! OOO-ooo, exciting. We had a great practice (+) except for being in a sea of altos that can't read music and were not singing the alto part 75 % of the time. Ana kept me on track though. She had a fiesty sitting next to her. Fiesty lady started tellling Ana that she was not singing the right notes. Ana tried to show her the notes on the page but nothing doing. Fiesty was sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was right. She would not leave Ana alone. I almost had to fight her. I kept telling Ana not to talk to her, kind of Jr. Highish I admit. So many bosses.

After singing we had a fireside about Quetzalcoatl. How could anything be more beautiful? I was in heaven.

My children have taken apart the couch and are jumping on and off of it. I am so tired! They behave until I want to do something... like blog, or eat, or go to the bathroom. They require constant, and I mean 60/24 (60 minutes and hour, 24 hours a day) attention. I am going to go CRAZY!

Well, I must go clean up the puzzle off of the kitchen floor, put the couch back together, pick up the things B just knocked off of the shelves and clean up the toys scattered everywhere. I vaccumed @ 10:30 this morning and it was spottless. No one would ever guess that now.... What about dinner, dishes, shopping, laundry, bathrooms...

I need a routine.

Love to all!

It has been a rough week. We have been trapped indoors everyday. The kids haven't gone out to play because it has been cold and rainy. I haven't had the guts to go out because of some bad experiences a week ago. S can throw some very humiliating fits in public when she is tired. We didn't even go to the Treehouse. I really need to get on the ball. Maybe going to the meeting tonight will spark a little something and get me going. I could certainly use a blast of the Spirit.

When S is with me, she must wear underwear. She has done very well with minimal accidents. When E is home he gets S to wear a diaper. So, all of the child psychologists out there who are dying to tell me that if I want her potty trained we can't change back and forth... I have decided that I might as well not fight with my husbando. She is only two and I feel certain she will be potty trained someday. So, whatever.... I do get tired of arguing. It just doesn't seem worth it.

B, all of the sudden, loves Pokemon, which annoys me greatly. He sings some sort of Pokemon song, throws pretend balls around that open, talks to Picachu and who knows who else. It is all very disturbing to me. Can't he just like Dora and Diego forever? B also loves Power Rangers... weird.

S is still a Princess freak... enough said.

R and L love dogs. They fight over a puppy book Susan gave us. They also love cats and both have their unique but precious way of saying "Meow". Love it!

Ciao

Babies
I'm amazed at all of the different emotions women get to experience because of babies.
Sometimes a baby is so saught/sawt (I really want to use that word... but how on earth do you spell it? I blame my scientific mind for my lack of spelling ability. You wouldn't believe the vocabulary I have in my brain... I just can't make use of it because of a spelling disablility)... anywho, you want a baby so bad that you cry every month when you are not pregnant. You go to the doctor and have to be naked (I hate that!) for ultrasounds and ovary probes. You take fertility pills and suffer through hot flashes, cold sweats, mood swings (mood tsunamis). And you make your husbands suffer through a variety of tests that they didn't even know existed and they will never mention again (pretending that they don't exist). Then one day, you are pregnant!

Some don't want to have babies and do everything humanly/medicinally possible not to have a baby. Sometimes they get pregnant anyway.

Some think they won't get pregnant and do nothing... and they get pregnant with twins and cry for 9 months or a year.

Some think they don't want any more, but they really do. They don't know whether to get pregnant or not... mostly they don't want to suffer the wrath of a husband.

Some teeny boppers get pregnant and won't give their babies up for adoption. Then it is the baby that suffers (and their teachers that try to teach them in public schools).

Babies.... my babies are so beautiful. I can't imagine our family without them. Our oldest son who is already the protector. Fiesty girl who just might be potty training herself today. She insisted on underwear, has gone on the Dora potty four times and hasn't had an accident yet. Dramatic girl who has cried more in her short life than many 25 year olds... but steals the hearts of many with her curls and blue eyes.... and last but not least Felicidad girl... she laughs at everything, but get her mad and watch out! She is, as a matter of fact, yelling/crying out from her crib right now. I must go rescue her because apparently she is done with her nap.

Toodles!

May all who desire a baby get pregnant,
those who don't ... may you stay unpregnant...
and may your husbands, just this once, not have a different opinion

So many things...

We were at Walmart. Ana helped me go with all of the cats and we were in and out in record time. For her it probably took forever, but it was less than an hour I think. I usually spend a couple of hours wandering around wondering what I need. Before we left the house I had made a menu and a shopping list. So the shopping trip was as smooth as butter.

Brigham saw some underwear and started begging for new underwear. So we started to bargain about him not wearing diapers anymore at night (price: $14.00/three weeks). If he would not pee in the bed at night we would buy him new underwear (price$3.68/package of three). I had tried this same technique a year ago, but B acted like it was the first time he had ever heard it. We narrowed down the choices to Scooby Doo and Power Rangers (the results of letting a "devil" into our home in the form of TV). He chose Power Rangers. He had to carry them around the store in his own hands... at one point he said, "Mom, my heart is beating front and back because I am getting Power Ranger underwear." How cute is that!

B also noticed boxers and started asking many questions like, "If I wear shorts for underwear, then do I have to wear other shorts too?"

Friday we went to a fiesta in SL for Hondurans. It was fun for quite a while. They had a "show" of dancers and two couples were so good... they danced the fox trot, samba, tango and cha, cha, cha. As on couple was gliding around the room S started yelling, "Princesa, princesa!" I think S needs to be a ballroom dancer, it was so beautiful to watch. After the food and the show came dancing. The music had been too loud the whole time and I couldn't believe that it got even louder. That was when things started falling apart. B wanted to play on the stage and I said no.... while I went to the bathroom B asked his papa who put him on the stage. Kids were running around hanging on the curtains and making me crazy... very uncomfortable at the least. So, E and I start to argue... S must join B on the stage.... babies start crying... everyone is sleeping. S got mad when we took her off the stage and she just tore out of the room crying. I tried to follow and she just ran blindly down dark hallways... anything to show me she is boss. She is a fiesty cat!
Anywho, soon all children were strapped in car seats watching a movie and E went back into the party to see if he knew anyone. He only saw a couple of people that he knew. Not even his ex-girlfriend was there... bummer (hallelujah for me because she is/was thin and lovely).

Saturday we danced in downtown Ogden. The ladies who wouldn't come to practice for the last two/three months, decided we should practice every night the week of. No thank you. We did practice Wednesday and Thursday... then they decided we should practice on Saturday before we danced. We agreed on 11:30 am for practice because we were supposed to be dressed and ready at 1pm dancing for sure by 1:30 pm. At 12:00pm there were still only four of us. A while later two more showed up and we practiced a little. At 12:50 another couple of ladies show up and at 1:00 pm I had to call Silvina (who set the whole thing up and told us to be there dressed and ready by 1pm). I asked her if she was going to dance with us. She was annoyed with me. Which is turning out to be quite common.

We have tickets for the General Relief Society meeting on Saturday! I am so excited. The stake wants us to meet at 3pm and leave at 3:30pm which seems really early...One sister in our branch has asked me several times what time we are actually going to leave. I kept telling her 3:30pm. She has a baby the exact same age as R and L and she says she doesn't want to leave her any longer than necessary. Finally I said remember Saturday and we said 11:30am (she was one of the four on time). I can't control the other sisters, they come when they want to. I don't want to leave my babies either (Wait a minute... yes I do).. anywho... it was nice to have one more person start to realize that coming late to everything effects others as well.

Holy cow... that was a long ol' explanation of pretty much nothing... Sorry... The dancing went very well, by the by. And the ladies were annoyed when I said it was our last. They said they can keep dancing anyway. As long as it is not affiliated with the church, said I... They came back with the fact that I am only over the RS. Talk about fiesty cats. People in our branch pretty much do whatever they want. We'll see how much I fight....

To end I would just like to say hurray for Kevin Harrvick who won on Sunday (NASCAR). He drove a dreamy Reeses car. Even the car looked delicious.... and go Jeff Gordon! (He took third) Que vive NASCAR!

Honesty
Not being able to lie is really getting in the way of my parenting. B has learned to turn on the TV in my room and find the channels he likes... but I don't really groove on Pokemon and American Dragon etc. So, I like to hide the remote. Well, when B asks me where the remote is I would love to tell him that I didn't know. Instead I say, "I hid it."
"Where?"
Now would be a great time to tell a lie... but I can't... Instead, "Under something soft." Which was the pillow.

Sure do wish I could lie everynow and then.

Technology

I am on a technology high... I followed instructions and figured out how to add links onto this page. Oh yeah, oh yeah... I'm an Html master!

I needed this moment because Sunday I was technologically challenged. Ana has an I-pod that I was trying to help with. We wanted to listen to our choir music and do a little singing on the way down to choir. Well, if you are like me.. it may surprise you to know that just running your finger around a cirlce thing can turn up the volume (counter clockwise I believe) and scroll down the menu (clockwise). No pushing buttons etc. Simple as it may sound, it is rather challenging to get the motion down. I started cracking up because I remember vividly "older" teachers trying to double click a mouse. They kept moving the mouse in between clicks and it wouldn't open the program. They were completely at a loss as to what was happening, and I laughed. I still do laugh thinking about it. But Sunday, in the car, trying to do the finger movement thing... I suddenly realized that these foreign movements are difficult and they (me) should not be made fun of. Who needs I-pods anyway?

(maybe Ana will let me practice in secret until I "look" comfortable doing the finger scrolling thing)

In case you are wondering... my R and L will not sleep today! I just heard L doing her little scream. It is not an angry scream, just a conversational scream. They are so cute! I keep trying to upload photos... I'm afraid that may be beyond the reach of our feeble computer.

A family (mom, dad, and two teens) took care of our cats last night for their FHE. E and I went to the mall and walked around just looking. We were shocked at how far out of style our clothes were. Even more shocking is the fact that we had no idea! Bummer. We had a great time with no stress, no money spending etc. Our kids were in heaven with so much attention. The ones that suffered were the teens. B made them watch "Scamper the Penguin", a movie even I refuse to watch. So long and so, so D-U-M-B...(spell it out, then it won't sound like a "bad" word)

Isn't it funny how great life is when the follow the counsel of the brethren. Are you all getting ready?.... It is right around the corner.... General Conference... Yipee!

Love to all...

9/11
Ana and I talked about where we were five years ago when "the 9/11" occurred. The emotions were still real and I shed a tear. I remember how long it took me to understand that we had been attacked. I just couldn't fathom the USA under attack. When reporters insinuated that it was something bigger than a flight going very wrong, I was annoyed. Even after the third plane hit the Pentagon. What a horrifying day. I am so grateful that the war is not here in my neighborhood. We are so blessed to be able to go about our daily lives without fear or interruption. No check points... I can go months without ever seeing anyone carrying a weapon. Even though the hunt has already started.

Speaking of which, our neighbor got a deer. I didn't, however, see it hanging from a tree outside. Honestly, not until 10 seconds ago, did I think about the oddness of deer hanging in trees. Back in the day we would drive around town and you could see who had a successful hunt and who had to settle for a spike, or even worse the doe permit! (Not to laugh at Richard on his birthday or anything. Happy B-day Richard!) My kids would probably be scarred if they saw someone skinning a deer in their front yard. Oh boy, we are city folk.

Peach Days were smashing. So much easier now that the twins don't need to nurse every two hours. We loved the parade... Although a small tractor actually ran over a little girl. This Peach Days will go down in history. The parade stopped for a long time... then they waved the floats etc. around the accident. So, the HS cheerleaders were cheering and smiling... it was a little bizarre. But the parade must go on and cheerleaders must be peppy. We talked to one of the police officers later and he said that the girl wasn't bleeding or anything. She looked OK but they took her to the hospital just to give her a thorough once over.

B and S went on a few rides. On the little dragon roller coaster we waited in line for ever. When it finally came time B climbed in the seat with S, then just as quickly climbed right out. He chickened out and left S sitting all alone. I thought she would freak out and cry, something... but she just sat there and had the time of her life.

After the rides we ate yummy pulled pork sandwiched and baked beans... and the best Dutch oven peach cobbler with ice cream. Yummers!! E thought everything was just a little too sweet, which means it was right up my ally. Our friends had a booth selling wooden jewelry from Costa Rica. E surprised me because he had saved a little money to buy me something. I bought a necklace, bracelet and earrings. So cute! By this time the kids were exhausted. I ended up bringing them home and E stayed in town with his mami and brother. I got to get out of dodge when I was exhausted and E got to have a little alone time. Which the poor guy never gets. He is set now for another couple of months.

My alone time is every Sunday for choir practice. Love it! The music is so beautiful. Our branch never sounds beautiful when we sing. So when we sing a hymn so start choir practice I always feel moved by the beauty of the hymn and how nice it is to hear people sing parts. Some of the songs that we are learning sound so good. Last night was hard though, because we worked on two songs I don't know at all. I was so lost, and I couldn't hear "director" (in quotes because she doesn't deserve the title). It reminded me of teaching. When the students feel offended by the teacher it is so hard for them to learn. I know I did that to many a kid... bummer. Because last night that lady was buggin' and I was really trying to be adult about it and just focus on the music. But no, she buggs. Anywho, the choir will be spectacular. You must all come on October 21st and enjoy a very cultural experience.

Well, I must leave blog land and get back to reality. L is standing by me just sobbing. Someone hurt her feelings and she must go down for a nap!

Studio 5

I am so proud of Brooke Walker, I taught her when she was in Jr. High. I have had fun watching her show all week. They had Sheri Dew on, starting a Studio 5 book club. Hello, I'm there. (The first book is the recent one by Virginia Pierce... we all know who she is, nudge, nudge.) They had the 5 Browns who I love... and they (the hosts of Studio 5) are going to Peach Days tomorrow to ride in the parade. We too are going to Peach Days tomorrow. Anywho... I reccomend Studio 5, channel 5, at 11 am. I likey.

We have even been setting a little money aside so we can let B and S ride on the little tots train. We'll have plenty to buy our annual dutch oven peach cobbler and ice cream, maybe even a Navajo taco... but only if it is made by Native Americans and not by some other ethnic group.

My trauma this week is a giant blemish right at the end of my left eyebrow. It is deep and painful. May it please go away quickly!

Dance is hilarious. The ladies wanted more practices (especially since they haven't come for the Wednesday practices each week for the last two months). So, they scheduled one for Thursday. It turned out to be Ana, myself and one other girl/lady. Oh, I cannot put into words how tired I am of this!! One more week, one more week, one more week...

Silvina has decided that "our" next dance should be Celtic dancing, like Riverdance. She talked Milla into taking a class with her. Wednesday they notified me that, "for our next dance, we are going to learn it then come back and teach the rest of the group." What group is what I want to know.

After the 14th (In Pursuit of Excellence) and the 16th (dancing for a Hispanic festival) RS will finally be done with the activities from the last RS presidency. Hallelujah!

Some need a testimony of the order of the church. A sister from the last RS Pres cannot bear not planning activities. She has been helping with the music in the Primary (which has been a story in and of itself... like the Sunday they sang "Are you Sleeping, Farmer John.") Last Sunday she announced to the kids that if they behaved she would throw a Spooky Halloween Party for them. She is not working with the Primary Presidency, she informed me that it is just her, on her own. That would be fine if it were at her house! She just doesn't seem to understand that the church already has a certain order to things built right in. I have learned that it is just as important to follow and let others be leaders... not only to be a great leader ones self. Actually, I would love to just sit back and let others practice their leadership skills! Sounds good, eh?

You must check out Ana's blog. Read Wednesday about dancing!
www.a-la-gran.blogspot.com

Lazy Days

I can't seem to get myself motivated today. Maybe I am still afraid from this morning. We went walking at 6 am and it was pretty dark. The dinosaurs scared us a little... then there was the scurrying of an animal right by Ana. I was trying to be brave, but when Ana asked if that was a man in the tunnel, I must admit fear coursed through my body. There was no man, just big rocks lining the entrance of the tunnel. On our way back we saw a police truck (a K-9 unit might I add) parked in the parking lot. Assuming the worst I was afraid the bad guy would take us hostage on the path or something. No hostage situation took place. Then, walking under the street, the path goes under the road and a car drove over us. Ana grabbed me and said it sounded like a ghost. It did sound a little like the ghosts I know. Oh boy... was I jumpy.
So, I get home and I'm telling E how spooky it all was when we hear the front door close. AAAHHH! E just lays in bed looking at me. I keep trying to push him out of bed, "Go and see what that was, go and see! Hurry!"
E gets up and starts digging around in the closet. I figure it was either B, who has met me outside in the morning before... or my father-in-law who has a key. Finally E stand up with a golf club in hand and heads out the door. I quickly grab the phone and follow. We check B's room first. He is sound asleep... Spooky! Creeping around the house we check every room and closet. Nothing. We even checked the garage and under the van. I don't know....... but nothing has happened so far. It turned out to be a pretty chilling morning.

We received a great package from Grandma and Grandpa Slade today! Brigham's moon and star curtains that Donna fixed up, Jeff Gordan teddy bears! and a gallon sized pitcher. I had bought a Pampered Chef pitcher, it turned out to be the small one and I thought I was buying the big one. D happened to hear me bemoaning the situation. Turns out that she had a big one.. so we traded! Talk about win/win.

Six years ago would anyone have ever guessed that I would want a gallon sized pitcher. My how life has its twists and turns.

Sunday --> Choir practice... People are slowly weeding themselves out by not going to the practices. They take roll of who goes every week and if you miss too many, you are not invited to sing. So, we walk up to the roll taker and a girl with us says, "Nicholson."
"Sanchez?"
"Nicholson."
"What?"
I am not sure why I thought it so funny, but Ana and I started giggling a little. Sanchez? Where on earth did she get Sanchez?

One thing that does get under my skin at choir is the constant praise of the Sopranos (sorry Sopranos of the world, I know you think you are a little better than the other voices. I don't blame you for thinking that, what for all the praise you receive.) But... has any one else figured out that the Sopranos are singing the melody? Everyone else must learn a new part. Is it any wonder that the Sopranos always know their part a little better? Hello...the Altos could use a little positive reinforcement now and then. And let's not forget the poor Basses!

Tree house mania --> On Labor Day the TH had a Pirate Party. There was face painting, a family treasure hunt, Pirate school (which we all passed with flying colors). We made pirate hats and the kids all got a baloon sword. We had a squashbuckling good time!

Today I spent three hours at the TH again. It is so fun for the kids and we do something different everytime.

ABC --> Today was "A" day. Last night I printed out 10 a's in different fonts, then taped them to objects around the house that start with A. When I got home from walking B yelled out to me from the window before I even had a chance to get inside, "Mom, we have ABC's!" He was so excited. After breakfast we went around the house writing down the words and drawing pictures of the objects. His picture of agua from the bath tub and agua from the shower was to die for. I need to make sure I get the b's up tonight.

Imagination --> B saw some kid with goggles on his head on TV. So he started talking about how if he put those on his head, then he could see in the water while he was swimming. "If you see a shark, then get out. If you see fish, then stay in. If I see an octopus I am getting out because they like to wrap their arms around me. But when I see the shark and the octopus, I will tell them that S is my sister and then they will leave her alone....." (Believe me, he goes on and on and on.)

B is also begging for a Pokemon from "Old McDonalds". When I said not today, he asked what about tomorrow. Not tomorrow either. "When it is night, then day, then night, then day, then night, then day, then night, then day?" I just laughed and told him of course!

S has realized the power of 'NO' and uses it often. Fiesty! This morning she was on her way into our bedroom when B stepped in front of her. She shoved the door, making it fly open and giving her space to walk in. The only problem was the door hit the wall and bounced back and bammed her in the head. She only stumbled a little and just kept right on marching. Fiesty!

R learned a new word today. She has added "go" to the list of no and boo (said as bow). I know it is boo because she uses it when we play peak-a-boo. You go girl!

I am off to hide B's around the house. Wath out bathroom, bed and babies. Here I come!

Lies, lies, they're all lies!

So, I must start off by correcting a huge error in what I wrote about milk in our home. We receive not nine gallons, but 17 gallons! How did we run out of milk? I have no idea!
I was supposed to take rice to the wedding fiesta on Saturday... E made it.
The Sunday School teacher asked if E would teach his class on Sunday, I said, "Of course!" ... I taught it.

Sheer craziness.

The wedding fiesta was nice. One week ago a new convert in our branch was driving to the chapel to get married. He got in an accident three blocks away from the church. We drove up on the accident and decided to stop, then I saw the bride come running up to her fiance's smashed car. She was in her wedding dress and her veil was flying out behind her. It broke everyones heart. Strangers kept coming up to her to tell her everything would be alright and wish her well. I stayed for a while and helped translate for the police and the ambulance paramedics. The bride climed in the front of the ambulance and the groom was strapped to the gurney and put in the back. It was heart wrenching to watch.

It turned out that he wasn't broken, just bruised. They ended up getting married that night at 9:30 PM instead of 5 PM. Some members of our branch were in the church and saw that the couple had no family, no party, no food etc. So they organized a fiesta for the following Saturday. The sisters decorated, we all brought food, there was music and dancing (and cake... my favorite!). It was really nice.

Tears came to my eyes when I compared it to my fiesta. My parents were there and I got to dance with Dad. There was tons of food. The music was great and Alma sang his heart out. The decorations were more than I could have asked for. It was so perfect, thanks to so many. I am really grateful for my perfect fiesta. Other than the fake candles my mother-in-law brought to put right at the entrance. She just wanted to feel a part of things.

Yesterday we also went to MZ new restaurant. She is a sister in our branch from Africa... she speaks Portugese. It was bizarre... all of the "waitresses" are the YM and YW from our ward. The food was OK but kind of coldish. It felt just like we were at a ward party. Only we had to pay $22. I told her I would help with the menus... but she never got with me. I assumed that she had gone a different avenue. The menus were hand written by the YW! Oh, boy....

Today when asked what he learned in Primary, Brigham answered, "About the tall guy who had a big stick and a kid who had a swing with rocks, and he hit him and knocked his helmet off and he killed him." One never realizes the violence in the scriptures until one sees the excitement of a small boy learning about David and Goliath or Nephi and Laban. Hmmm....

Special Delivery

Oh baby! Our Branch Pres.'s daughter had her baby this week. She is only 16 (a young 16 at that) and her boyfriend is 18. It was very sad when she got pregnant. Even worse, the YW leaders want her to feel supported so they have set her up as a hero. They are telling all of the YM and YW that they will all be aunts and uncles of the baby, since the parents are both from our YM and YW!
So, Abish goes into labor in the morning and into the hospital in the morning. Many of the YW and YM took the day off of school and their parents took them to the hospital to await the birth. Poor Abish kept asking her mom to tell the people to leave the room! Think of having your first baby, then add to that being a teen... how horrifying to be surrounded by teens, boys and girls. As Sarah says "Eeauww."
Hna. Ibarra said that McCroby (a YW leader) called and said she was on her way to pick up her daughter and take her to the hospital. Hna. I said that no, she couldn't go. Abish would not want visitors while she was in labor, and afterwards she would need to and want to rest. Hna. McCroby was angry, if you can believe that, and said that they were just trying to show support.
I just remember how tired I was... oh, poor, poor girl. And ignorant, or shall I say ignornt YW leaders and some parents. Both definitions of stupidity and rude would work in this situation.

We are slowly but surely turning into white trash, I tell you what. The other day S spilled chocolate milk all over her (and the car) on our way to a WIC appointment. We had to go in with her looking like that. While in the appointment Sarah went stinkies, shall we say, in her diaper. I took everyone into the bathroom to try and change her diaper. B recognized that it was a ladies bathroom and he, my friends, is a gentleman. He threw himself on the ground and cried that he would not go in. I grabbed him and pulled him crying into the bathroom just to find that I didn't have any S diapers, just R and L diapers. Fun times.
I am also becoming shockingly accustomed to receiving free milk from WIC. We get NINE gallons a month and we drink every drop! This month I ran out and found myself annoyed that I had to buy a gallon of milk.
We like Nascar, the whole family. B can recognize Jeff Gordon (of course as he is our families choice), Jimmy Johnson, Dale Earnhardt Jr., and Tony Stewart. S just calls all Nascar drivers Jeff Gordon.
I also freely admit that I love Spam!
Dad gum! Trailer park look out, because here we come.

Oh, back to the new baby in the branch. She is really cute, by the by. Abish wanted to nurse her... but when I went to see her at 1pm she hadn't eaten since 4am. I'll bet that there are people in there all day long and Abish won't try to nurse in front of others, duh. Then her mom said, "Why are you going to nurse anyway, you are just going to go back to school..." Can you believe that?

I felt super guilty because I stopped nursing at the beginning of World Breast Feeding Month. Then to top it all off, I hear that comment to finish up World Breast Feeding Month! What about clostrum, did anybody think of that?

I went to the doctor this week and I shamefully report that all is well. I was hoping my iron was low or something, anything. I am sooo tired! I am afraid it is laziness, bummer.