On Wednesday, July 14th we finally got to meet our sweet little girl. About 3 days before the scheduled C-Section I started to get extremely nervous. I wasn't sleeping well or thinking well for that matter. I think the only thing I was really good at was being worried. I was worried about how the spinal would feel, if the surgery would go okay, if the baby would be alright.......let's just say I was a mess! The night before Joe gave me a priesthood blessing to put me at ease and I was finally able to get a few hours of sleep. We woke up bright and early so that we could be at the hospital at 5:30 am. It was so calm and quiet up in labor and delivery and things got started right on time. After being hooked up to some fluids and getting my IV it was time to head into the operating room. The anesthesiologist was so great. After a little sting from the numbing shot he put in the good stuff. All of a sudden my right leg shot right out in front of me. It felt like every nerve in my leg had been electrocuted! It was crazy! I guess it happens all the time, but it was really the strangest thing I have ever felt! They layed me down on the table and in a matter of seconds I couldn't feel a thing! 20 minutes later, after a little tugging and some pressure, she was out! She was beautiful...and tiny!! Joe always jokes that the reason he married me is so that I could give him some good athletes. Let's face it, with Joe being 6 foot 3 and me at 6 feet tall we are bound to get some big kids. Den'ja was 9 lbs. 1 oz and my doctor was guessing our little girl would be pretty big too. Instead we got a little 6 lb. 14 oz sweetheart. She barely cried at all and I was a little worried, but they assured me she was just fine. There is really no explanation for the way it feels the very first time you see your baby. My heart was so full of happiness and gratitude. I got to hold her right then and was already in love!
This show debuted on television in 1966. It debuted via youtube in our house yesterday. It's a hit! Den'ja has himself a Batman cave complete with Batman, Robin, Joker, Mr. Freeze, The Penguin, and Two-Face. He likes playing with them so much that Joe thought he would enjoy the show too. I think it's funny that a show from 44 years ago can peak the interest of my 3 year old, but I'll take it! You'd be shocked at how much laundry I can get put away during an episode of Batman!
WAAAAYY back in February, Joe and I took a little trip to Vancouver for the 2010 Winter Olympics. We were able to spend a whole week there and see so many awesome things! I think I was cold before we even got there. I was so glad that I had made sure to pack my extra fat pants so that I could wear 4 layers underneath them.
We: Left a debit card in our coat pocket (and left the coat at home) (ME) Lost a suitcase (Joes) Were grateful for our GPS Stayed in a little town outside of Vancouver called Squamish Gorged ourselves on our favorite Canadian treats Took public transit more then I think I ever have in my life Met lots of nice people Walked, and walked, and walked Bought tickets from scalpers Saw firsthand just how much them crazy Canadians love their hockey Missed Den'ja like I couldn't believe Got to see lots of Concerts Payed way too much money for bottles of water and Olympic souviners Saw team USA win their gold medal in bobsled and had so much fun!
Last week Joe and I were screening a magic-mind trick show from the UK to see if it was "clean" enough to show to his psychology class. We had it recorded and had been fast-forwarding through most of the commercials until we got a little distracted and actually found ourselves watching one of the commercials.
I saw it. I laughed. I begged that he rewind it and let me watch it again. Twice.
It was a boy band. Not just any boy band. They are called JLS and it was like N'Sync and The Backstreet Boys adopted 4 British orphans and raised them in a secluded house with no contact from the outside world. They sang. They danced. They used hand gestures to convey every word that came out of their mouth.
Later that night I just could not help myself and searched for them on youtube. Between my fits of laughter I learned that they are fans of foundation, spray on tans, baby oil, and pulling their shirts down to show off their unimpressive, although smooth (and well oiled), pecks.
I made the mistake of having my facebook up in another tab while I was watching their music videos and the second I set my laptop down Joe grabbed it, found their page on facebook, and clicked the "become a fan" button. Yes people I am now a fan of JLS on facebook.
The next day I hopped in the car to run Maeson to gymnastics and to my surprise, instead of hearing Jason Mraz come out of my speakers I heard something quite different. My husband had downloaded the whole JLS album, burned it to a cd, and cued it up to play when I started the car.
So....if you have ever sat around and thought to yourself, "Man! Sometimes I just really miss the late 90's" go get yourself some of this on youtube.
It seems that each time I find the need to complain about something our Heavenly Father gently reminds me of how truly lucky I am, and today I am thankful for that.
Many times in life it seems that I am looking for the "Now" button. Why can't I have what I want right this second? Am I unworthy? Have I done something wrong? It is often difficult to for me to understand. So lately I have really been pondering the virtue of patience. I am by nature a very patient person. I always have been. I remember as a child not being able to understand arguments and anger. I was always the peacemaker of the family, and still am. I can handle crying babies, tantrum throwing toddlers, people driving slow in the fast lane, and the dentist office running a half an hour late. I am able to put my faith in the Lord that things will happen the way they are supposed to, but I am ashamed to admit that I lack the patience to wait for it. Whether it is having another child, finding the perfect job, or finding that person we want to spend the rest of our lives with we must have patience. Timing is not up to us, it is up to Him. I am challenging myself to stay firm in the truth that our prayers our heard, even when they are not instantly answered. We are heard and we are loved and he knows what is best for us.
I am so glad that I have what I have and am so thankful for gentle reminders.
I live the good life! Seriously. I spend my days digging in the sandbox, playing dress-up, reading stories, watching Max & Ruby, kissing owies, tickling bellies, and contemplating emptying the dishwasher.