Counting Down

I'm in the final stretch of this pregnancy, and I'm still lying in bed at night trying to think of names for this little lady. I think I have it narrowed down to a close few...but as my mom will tell you - I'm one "fickle pickle." Anyone have any suggestions for names?? You won't get any feedback from me on this one...I'm keeping the name quiet until she's born - whatever we choose!

So Lucky

I've been thinking for the past couple days about how lucky I am to still be so in love with my husband. This all came to an emotional head last night when Rob and I started discussing his new work schedule. He's decided to start working four-ten hour days, and then take off Fridays. Now, most people would think, "Hey! That's great - you'll have a three day weekend, EVERY weekend!" That was my initial reaction as well. And seeing as how I hardly see him during the week anyway - this seemed like an IDEAL situation.

Then Rob (out of nowhere) mentions that with his new schedule he'll be gone every morning before the kids wake up. I asked if that made him sad, and he admitted that it did. THAT WAS IT. I totally lost it. Even though I already knew he'd miss the kids in the morning, hearing him say it threw me into a downward spiral of "all the things he'd be missing in their lives." Granted, he only saw them for a half hour in the morning anyway, I suddenly was very sad about missing the time that included breakfast, Dora, bothering Dad in the bathroom, and waving goodbye with the kids. It's become a morning tradition that I obviously have come to enjoy.

So, SERIOUSLY, how lucky am I that I still have a husband who means the world to me; someone who I want to be with ALL the time, and someone that my kids love more than anything? I think that's pretty amazing.

Thanks, Rob. You're the best.


Here's a picture of Rob on our honeymoon...what a youngin!

Preschool

Maddie started preschool last week and LOVES it. Here she is on her first day:

After a few days of fighting her hair, we decided it was time for a back-to-school-hair-chop:

I turn 27 tomorrow - and couldn't be more excited about it. We all know how much I love my birthday, so I'm just going to leave it at that. Rob's taking Monday off work, and my mom is in town until tomorrow - so it's going to be a happy day indeed. Awesome.

Madelyn and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcast

As Madelyn and I were leaving the Orthopedic Surgeon's office last week I saw a girl sitting in the waiting room with an unbelievably obnoxious cast. I remember thinking, "Her poor mom has to look at that thing EVERY day."

You'll NEVER guess which cast Maddie picked this afternoon. Now THAT'S karma.


I'm just happy that she loves it. Afterall, I WAS the one that broke her arm - the least I can do is let her think she has the most awesome cast ever.

Well, the pink cast is going to have to wait a week - Madelyn's arm is still too swollen. Here are a couple other pictures from Tuesday night. She sure was happy for just having broken her arm, AND being awake at 2am. I love that her fly is down. So classy.

The First Cut is the Deepest

I've never had a broken bone...ever, and I don't think any of my siblings have, either. So when I managed to break Maddie's arm last night I couldn't have felt any worse. Maddie, Jude and I were walking back to the car after Rob's softball game when I slipped in a puddle of water. Since I was holding her hand, she came down with me - and immediately started screaming. I tried to get my out-of-proportion-and-wearing-a-skirt-self off of the ground as easily and carefully as I could, and then tried to see if Maddie was as scraped up as I was. I couldn't see much - until Rob got to the scene and helped her up. It was then that we noticed the odd sagging shape in her forearm. It was almost like she had a second elbow. I started bawling, and with the help of my brother and sister-in-law (who SO amazingly came to the rescue) we were off to the emergency room. Four hours later, Maddie got her first cast - both bones were broken. She was such a trooper and didn't cry at all in the emergency room. I however, sobbed like a baby. IT. WAS. AWFUL...knowing that I had caused it. The pictures aren't too graphic, because of the swelling - but at first break it was horrid. I just keep seeing it over and over in my mind. I'm a bad mom...I can't even break my own fall - I have to use my helpless children. She spent today in a "soft cast" and tomorrow morning we're off to the Orthopedic Surgeon to get everything looked at and finalized. I'll post some more pictures tomorrow of her new cast...hopefully they can make it pink, because that's what I've been promising her!

Josh's Wedding

An old friend of mine got married yesterday, and I couldn't be more excited for him. Rob and I had such a great time at the reception, and I was able to see friends that I haven't seen in YEARS. Congratulations Josh and Sheila!

I am such a sucker for the thought of "growing old together," and I'm fairly sure it doesn't get any more romantic than this. My grandparents celebrated thier 70th wedding anniversary last weekend, and are still so much in love. Happy Anniversary Grandma and Grandpa! We love you SO much and are so grateful for all that you've done for us.
Seriously, how cute are THEY??



My dad, and my Aunt Linda...can you see the resemblance??

For Stefanie

My darling friend, Stefanie, is constantly giving me grief about "not showing." I was actually starting to believe her until I put on this non-maternity shirt. It looked like I was going to bust out of the seams at any moment.

As of today, I am officially 25 weeks along - according to my latest ultrasound. At my appointment this morning, the doctor pulled out the old measuring tape to measure my belly - and said (and I QUOTE) "Woah! You really popped over the last couple of weeks." Then realizing how it sounded he said, "Not that there's any problem with that - you're not measuring TOO big or anything." Although some people may take it as, "wow - you're really fat," I was really happy to hear the news. I've had this (fairly unrealistic) goal of only gaining ten pounds with this pregnancy. (I tend to gain about 25 pounds by delivery - and thought it would be REALLY awesome to not have to worry about losing the last fifteen pounds.) I had been fairly good about sticking to my (non-realistic) goal, and hadn't gained any weight. But at today's appointment I had put on four pounds. Hence, my MAJOR relief with the "popping" comment. Either way: goal will NOT be met. Guess it's time to drown my sorrows in more ice cream.

The Party

As I mentioned in an earlier post, Maddie turned three. And in true Madelyn fashion, we celebrated at her FAVORITE place on earth, "Mack-E-Cheese." As you can clearly see in the following pictures, we had a VERY hard time getting her to look at the camera. She was sick that day, but mananged to have a pretty good time anyway. Thanks for coming everyone!












This last pic is just a shot of Maddie and Jude before church. I thought they looked adorable (especially Maddie in her new dress from Aunt Stef)!

It's Not Easy Being Green

Now for some reason, when I tried to type my title - my fingers automatically typed, "It's not easy being Greg." It must have been some sort of Freudian-Typing-Slip, so I think I should mention that although it's not easy being green - it's also not easy to be Greg.

Having said that - on to my original post. I have a few friends who enjoy a good chuckle over my efforts to be green. I'm really not that good, but I try to turn off lights, I take my own reusable bags to the grocery store, and use toxin-free products in my home. I am, however, still a BIG offender when it comes to recycling. I admit it - I buy, use DAILY, and don't recycle plastic water bottles. But, I may not need to anymore...look what I found: I'm TOTALLY GETTING ONE, and my friends can laugh all they want, I think it's AWESOME.

The 4th

I'm sure everyone had pretty much the same weekend that we did - the night before we went to the REAL Salt Lake game with Derek and Jessica. Then on the 4th we went out to breakfast, let the kids play at the park, played with some snails, ate Brazillian food, and ended with a few large fireworks. Typical Wilson family weekend.

My Poor Mom

Remember how I said I was the best at remembering my family members' birthdays? SO good, in fact, that had been deemed the "birthday reminder" for all the siblings.... well, last week I missed a VERY important birthday, and now feel like scum. I spent the entire day telling myself it was my mom's birthday, and still didn't remember to call her. I even sent my brother Derek and IM reminding him to call - to which he said, "thanks, but I've got this one covered."

By about 6:30 pm, Maddie got sick - and that was the last time "CALL YOUR MOM" crossed my mind. It was about 8:30 the next morning that I panicked. I immediately got on the horn and apologized profusely for the horrible act. My mom was so kind and understanding. She also let me know that Derek (Mr. "Thanks but I've got this one") Greg, and Sarah had also forgotten to call. She didn't tell me that to be rude - but to make me feel better. It didn't work - I felt worse. Four out of her six kids had forgotten to call her. I made it my mission the next day to remind all of us slackers. First was Derek - I had reminded him, his wife had reminded him, and he forgot the same way I did. Next was Greg - he had SEVEN people remind him that day, and still forgot. Then I IMed Sarah - this was my favorite. This was our conversation:

Me: Just try to call Mom today.

Sarah: Oh, I know. Thanks for the reminder - but I'm going to call her in a bit.....but I ACTUALLY REMEMBERED THIS YEAR!!

Me: Um, you remembered? Did you remember that it was yesterday?

Sarah: WHAT????

Me: Yeah - we all missed it.

Sarah: I thought it was on the 1oth!!!

Me: It was, the 10th was yesterday.

Sarah: NO!! I thought yesterday was the 9th!

Me: Nope - you'd better call her.

Sarah: Doing it now.

So, I've learned that even though we all know WHEN my poor mother's birthday is, it doesn't make us any better at calling her. The good news is that she had two great days. One in which she did all sorts of fun stuff with her friend, the next day when all of her groveling children called and told her what terrible people they were. She considered it a second-day-birthday-bonus. Thanks for looking on the bright side, Mom. You're the best. Here are a few tidbits about my adorable mother.

- My mom's kitchen never closes. She probably cleans it seventeen times per day, but is willing to cook you ANYTHING at ANY hour.

-She's a night owl, and I don't feel bad calling her house at 12:30 am. I know she's up. She, however knows not to call me after 10.

-She drives a Passat and talks on an Iphone (how hip is that?)

-She has held up MANY a fast-food-drive-through line while waiting for someone to take her order. Not because she's slow at ordering, but because she's sitting at the "please pull forward" menu or the random News Paper Box in the drive though waiting for it to talk to her.

-On more than one occasion my mom has driven away from the bank drive through with the "tube" sitting in her passenger seat filled with her money. She has also (on more than one occasion) made whatever sucker of a child she had with her - go into the bank and return the tube while she hid in the car.

Mom, you're awesome, and you would do anything for ANYONE no matter what. I love you so much, and hope you can forgive all your awful children for forgetting to call! Happy Belated Birthday.