There was one time a long time
Ago, like maybe 8 years ago, I was scared. I was babysitting my then one year old niece, Hanna, over the New Year. She choked on a tootsie roll and I gave her the heimlich and she threw up
And her face turned back to its normal rosie color. I won't ever forget the time, where I was, and how relieved I felt.
There was a second time, I was at Walmart and Beck wandered away. I was frantic. Contacting every employee (who most of them just stood there) picturing my baby boy being sped away in an unidentifiable white van.... Then I heard his screams as a manager tried to pick him up. He was swinging and kicking, determined not to let this stranger get him. I had never before felt so relieved.
Now there have been other times when I have had a moment when I thought I would freak or lose it or lose someone I loved, but today was a kicker....
Stephen was at Lowes, the kids and I were in the kitchen eating lunch. I turned my back to stir some fry sauce and when I turned back around Beck was gasping. Gasping isn't even a good word for it. There was no sound coming from him. Then he fell off the chair and hit the ground. I just thought he needed to spit out a mouth full of food and carried him to the garbage. He looked back at me and the bottom half of his face was blue and the top half a very pale white. I panicked. In the next few instances I weighed him
In my head (thinking he's small, can I lean him over and hit him
In upward motions like a baby? Or actually wrap my arms around him and thrust upward??) So many things ran through mind. I was hitting his back so hard starting to freak out as he hit the floor again and started convulsing. I was terrified. I was trying to think rationally but at the same time was mentally timing how fast it takes me to get to the hospital road to see if an ambulance would make it. I was picturing them not making it. I was yelling at Paisley to "call daddy, get my phone! Beck was clawing at the air and his fingers were down his throat. He wouldn't take his hands out of his mouth and I kept hitting him. He threw up a bit, but kept clawing for air. So then I wrapped my arms around his tiny body and jerked with my fists a few times and he threw up a bit more. He started hazardly to the bathroom. Running wild, still not breathing. My mind would not stop, picturing him still choking and running out of air. Then he made it to the bathroom with me right behind and I pushed him again and he swallowed it!!! He gasped this huge crying wail and never in my whole life had I been more happy to hear him bawling. I have never been more convinced that this was it. That I couldn't stop the choking. I was so relieved for the CPR/First Aid training that I do have, but couldn't wait to take the class again.
This whole time sweet Paisley is yelling "daddy! Daddy!!!"
Trying to "call" her daddy because she couldn't find my phone. About this time Beck and I lost it, bawling our eyes out, and he swears he will never eat a strawberry again. I love my baby boy and I am so happy I still
Have him. He can have as many Ding Dongs as his little
Heart desires!

This is Beck at the dentist last February. Although an eventful crying fit throwing experience it was nothing compared to last Friday and today. I called Stephen in for reinforcements last Friday and although screaming she got one cavity filled. This morning I had 6 cavities filled and almost had a root canal, but I wasn't wanting to pay the $2,000, so I opted for her to just yank the whole tooth out for $180. Quite a deal I'd say. It's the tooth at the back of my mouth, so you can't even see it anyways :) So although I feel as though I got punched in the face repeatedly my appointment went rather well I'd say and I applaud my dentist, Dr Carrie Tatum.
Beck on the other hand was like you were pulling his finger nails out one by one. And that was just to get him to sit in the chair. The Tylenol with Codeine I was prescribed to give him an hour before the appointment did nothing. Bribes of any Lego set he wanted, a whole package of Ding Dongs, going bowling tomorrow, a milk shake, and hours of endles play at the gym did not work. We got no work done, just 2 hours of screaming and yelling at some of the nicest ladies you will ever meet. I was quite dissappointed in my son. Not to mention I was in major pain and still had blood gushing from soaked gauze at the back of my mouth.... I hate how he feels "fight or die," it really does pain me, there is no reasoning with him. We are headed back in October to try again. He needs two crowns and I fear by then he will need more work done. :( And yes, he drinks water, the occasional milk and juice, but mostly water. He brushes daily and even flosses ad uses the occasional mouth rinse. No we cannot pay $2,000 just to put him under, but at this point it may be our only option. Stephen has stated that if he were tha dental office that we would not even be allowed in the door with the way Beck's acts..... Being a parent is hard.

A quick trip to Idaho.... We left Monday night about 8:30 PM and made it to Ontario and stayed the night and Stephen had some appts in a nearby town so the kids and I got to swim in the pool and watch TV til he made it back at 3PM. Then on to Burley! First stop was the Pinewood Derby where Bridger placed 3rd place. It is so fun to see the nephews participate in activities because we really don't get to see them much.

Beck hugging his Papa Goose

Paisley and my adorable mother, "Maimi Dawn"

Paisley and Grandma Mimi

Beck and Maimi Dawn and then Beck and Mimi

I had to eat at my Uncle Al's Pizza after the pinewood Derby.

Me and my mom and her cute turban wrapped bald head. She is currently doing her radiation once a day in Twin Falls. I got to drive her down there Wednesday afternoon.

The grandkids dressing up in Maimi Dawn's wigs. L-R Beck, Bridger, Paisley, Branson, and Broxton

It is always such a quick trip and I hated to leave Thursday morning, but we had to make it back for a very eventful dentist appt fo Beck on Friday morning and then on to the Relay for Life in Othello Friday and Saturday. Let's just say that Beck HATES THE DENTIST. And she is such a nice gal!!!! We have another appt tomorrow afternoon and they hgave me Tylenol with Codeine to try and get him calmed down before we even go in. Kid hates to even open his mouth...

My Fourth of July post is a little behind, but better late than never!

4th of July pictures in the front yard with the flag

I have such fond memories of the black snakes we would do with the Hunt cousins every year at my Grandma Mimi's house. There still has to be black stains on her cement from them!

We were lucky enough to have Britni and her boys here staying at Kortni's house over the 4th and Brandon broke out the awesome tarp water slide...

Sister, Britni, and I enjoying the great fireworks show that Brandon provided.

Sparklers, sparklers, and more sparklers

L-R Hanna, Broxton and Britni, me and Beck, and Kortni and Piper. This is after Paisley burned Poor Pipes with a sparkler! She turned around sparkler outstretched and BAM Made contact with Piper's arm.

Thanks for the fun! It was great to be with some sisters over the 4th of July Holiday.

Our baby is a Harry Potter fan!! I begged Stephen to take me to the final movie, movie #7 part 2 on Friday night, the 15th. We both rode our motorcycles and made the 6:30 showing and I thought it was great! Stephen and I really don't go to the movies much, but I really do love going. The movie was amazing! I cried and I laughed and I got spooked. It was wonderful!
About 1/2 way through baby #3 started moving. It was pretty exciting and I've decided that we have a Harry Potter fan joining us at the end of December. :)


This is the infamous baby belly at about month #4. I feel soooo much bigger at this stage then I was with the first two, but apparently that's what the third one does to ya ;)

We have had a lot of fun at the aquatic center this summer. We didn't get our bums there until
Late late June, but have gone quite faithfully when we are in town!


Beck and his friend, Jackson Mohs. I credit Jackson for any of
Beck's swimming skills. Beck is usually pretty timid around water (I'm guessing he gets it from me!) but Jackson is a fish, so Bdck just follows him in. He has been jumping off the side and trying to swim back and holding his breath under water. Long strides since just barely dumping his face in the water!


And as long as Paisley has her trusty floaty, she's all smiles!


My little water baby, Beck.


Beck, 5 years, Paisley 3 years, and Jackson, 5 years old.


They also have a great sand play area at the Aquatic Center. The kids take turns back and forth, sand, water, sand, water. I have learned to situate myself right between the two and I even get to sit down for a bit and watch them play! And that's good
News for this tired, albeit not very far along (4 months) pregnant lady!

Road Trip

So Korbi has had a hard time putting our cross country trip on here so I thought I'd help her out.
This was day one - Not sure where all the pictures went, so this is what you get. I'm sure Korbi will add some of the rental car and the many miles we drove. We loaded the impala, picked up Josh, switched cars to the rental in Spokane and were on our way. Day 1 we logged just over 1,000 miles. It was a blur! We ended in Rapid City South Dakota. And yes Josh, we missed the pool:(

Grandpa Bob's ice cream trips!

Beck's new favorite cousin; McKenna!

We have been up at the cabin in Priest Lake since Tuesday
And are sad to be leaving tomorrow... It's been good weather, boating, tubing, and playing in the sand. And of course the eating! I think I
Have eaten half of one of those large tubs of sour punch licorice. So yummy!
Beck has had fun tubing as making his cousins give him rides on the jet ski. But he only likes to ride on the blue jet ski not the yellow one. :) Both of the kids brought their fishing poles, Spiderman and Dora, we recently bought at Walmart and have played with them constantly. I am surprised that they are still in one piece, they have sure gotten their use out of them!

Bobby Boy and Ann took all of us to a nice dinner and some of us walked home. Although we gotten eaten by Mosquitos they had fun picking flowers along the way back to the cabin.

We were sad that Stephen didn't get to come with us. He was busy getting ready for his Youth Trek that he left for on Thursday. He has been preparing for it for a long time and we haven't gotten to talk to him much since he left and we are all excited to see him tomorrow!
Thanks for another great time at the cabin! And looking forward to more!

I decided to blog a picture
Of myself to remember what I looked like in my late twenties. Just writing "late twenties" makes
Me feel older. 28 now, 29 in August, and 30 next year! Ahhhh! But when I'm 80 I'm gonna say, "man, I miss my long hair, pimples, and saggy pregnant stomach!"
At 29 I will be attending my 10 year high school reunion. I am about 4 months pregnant with baby #3, I remember always saying I wanted like 6 or 8 babies. But I forget how crappy being pregnant is. I know, I know, "pregnancy is a gift from God..." and this one sure has been but it's hard to remember that when all you want to do is eat, but nothing tastes good when it hits your mouth, or 5 minutes later you are upchucking it back into the toilet bowl...
At 28 I have learned how to knit, garden, quilt, can some great tasting applesauce, finally convinced my husband that I need an expensive camera. Birthed 2 children, one with meds, one without. Visited different countries, swam with sea turtles, reupholstered furniture, paid off a School loan, refrained from breaking any bones since grade school, bought my mom wigs to ease her fight with breast cancer, learned Spanish, gotten a motorcycle endorsement, gained weight, lost weight, started piano lessons. And at 28 I still have yet to learn the Michael Jackson Thriller dance, perfect my Spanish, birth more children, get laser eye surgery, do P90X after birth of said 3rd baby, plant a willow tree, and much much more! Not to
Mention the 8 loads of laundry sitting on my bed that I am procrastinating in folding....