Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Baby Makes Four...

Well, we found out Saturday that we're having another baby! So exciting...

Here's the story
Over Labor Day weekend, on the way home from our "camping" trip, we talked about having another one. Our thought was that it either needed to happen before we sold our house, or after...because it sure wasn't "happening" while we were living with my mom. We decided that if it didn't happen before...well...we'd just wait until after. I assummed it would take a few months - not the case.

My back started hurting really bad Friday - the same thing happened with Carlee, so I suspected something was up. I took a test Saturday, during the Razorback game. It came back pretty quickly but the line was very, very light. So...my yearly checkup was Monday and it was confirmed.

But, it's still too early to see anything, so my doctor said I could come back in in two weeks or in four - so I choose four. They'll do an ultrasound then.

We're so excited. But...I have several precious friends and my oldest sister who had to go through the grief of loosing their babies before ever getting to meet them. That scares me. But, I spoke with one of them yesterday (Heather) and she told me to just relax...it's not in my hands. So, that's what I am trying to do.

Also, the girl who sits next to me at work has been trying to get pregnant for several months unsuccessfully. It breaks my heart to know that in this joy, she will undoubtably have pain. My prayer is that if it is God's will for her to conceive soon, that He allow her to experience that joy.

Friday, September 14, 2007


Funny, funny story...
We got in late one night, so Chris had to give Carlee her bath the next morning. Here's the play-by-play as I heard it sitting at the computer:

Chris: OH NO! You pooped.
Carlee: I pooped?
Chris (disgusted): Yes, you pooped in the bath tub - that's gross.
Carlee: That's gross?
Chris: Yes, that's gross.

She was finished with the "bathing" part of her bath, and was just playing, so Chris threw her out. He got an old cup and tried to scoop the poop out of the bathtub...this was the resulting conversation.

Carlee: What are you doing daddy?
Chris: Getting your poop out of the bathtub.
Carlee: Getting my poop out of the bathtub?
Chris: Yes.

Then, as Chris dumped it into the toilet, Carlee screamed out "NOOOOO, Diego" and "That's my Diego".

Chris: That's not Diego - That's your poop.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Carlee's got an ear infection and a sinus infection - she woke this morning with..."mom, I've got boogers". And, in fact, she did have boogers. That just means that I get a day off work - and even though she's sick, I still enjoy my time with her.

Mingle, schmingle

I just got back from SLC last night - had to go to a conference with work. Everytime I go to one of these types of things I realize how really awkward I feel in some situations. I can make myself be social, but I think God heard a lot of "please help me know what to say, and not say something stupid" in the last 3 days. I'm not a good mingler (is that even a word? we'll define it as someone who mingles).

I wonder if a lot of people get that anxious feeling - not knowing what to say and not wanting to sound stupid? Or, am I floating in that boat alone? It sure seemed like it was second nature for all of these people - like I was the only one who felt like a goof. Hum...I'm pretty sure it's all about confidence. I think I need to muster a little more of that up!

I was so ready to come home I could hardly stand it.

Magnificant Obsession

I love the words to this song.

Give me one pure and holy passion
Give me one magnificant obsession
Give me one glorious ambition for my life
To know and follow hard after you.

Every single time I hear it, I get a lump in my throat. I've never really tought about why until today.

Right now he's not my passion, or my "maginificant obsession". Why is it so easy to be passionate about being a good mom and wife, being a good friend, doing well at my job? I think the lump in my throat is becuase I know that I don't have the same passion and obsession for my God. Isn't that crazy. God loves me and cares for me - he has sustained me, lifted me up, provided for me, died for me - but I'm not obsessed with him. I'm obsessed with making sure my house is cleaned (in case someone comes to look at it) but I'm not obsessed with Him? Hum...doesn't make much sense when I really think about it.

I love the word magnificant...

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

my grocery store buddy

We had to go to Wal-Mart tonight...not my idea of good times after work. Just Carlee and I - picking out groceries. The old guy at the Greenwood Wal-Mart hands out smiley face stickers, she was not happy that the lady in Fort Smith was stickerless.

I realize when I go out in public what a sweet little girl I have. She just patiently sat in the cart, all the way through the store, just saying "what are you doing mommy" ocassionally. When I answered she replied with, "oh, OK".

At one point she looked at a lady, then patted me on the arm and told her "that's my mommy".

such a sweet girl.

Monday, September 3, 2007

screams in the night

Camping was a great idea...until 10:30 last night when Carlee freaked out.

I'm pretty sure everyone in the campground could hear her "no tent, no tent" screams. So, after about 10 minutes of a hyperventilating-type scream we decided it would be in everyones best interest if we took the 30 minute trip back to Nana and Papa's house to sleep in a real bed, in a real house...not a tent.

We went back out to the campground this morning and they had breakfast all ready for the 3 of us. That's my kind of camping.

Maybe next year.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

bug spray is necessary

Sleeping in sounded really good today. But, I'm going camping. Yes. camping. In a tent. Not my idea, but I'm going to make the most of it (per my mother's suggestion).

This is Chris' family's once-a-year thing. They are super excited to see Carlee. I thought about backing out, because it's going to be hot and I'm really not sure if I'm ready for Carlee to sleep outside. But, I know she'll love it. They will love it. So I'm just going to do it. And enjoy it.

Woo. Hoo.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

everybody check your pockets

I found $70 in my pocket Thursday. How in the world does that happen. How do you not know you are missing seventy dollars??

Happy Birthday to me!

I haven't worn those pants in a long time...they are a little too big and look kind of goofy, so I save them for the time when everything in my house is dirty - this was the week.

So, now I have seventy dollars, and I'm going shopping.

I should save it - Chris and I are doing the Dave Ramsey thing - pay only with cash. Strict budget.

Woo Hoo...the more I think about it, the happier I get.

OK, I really am going shopping.