You know you're grouchy if....

1. You make your family change all their Christmas plans to accomodate you.
2. Your friend calls you after church to make sure she didn't offend you, since you snapped at her for no particular reason. Sad thing is, you didn't even realize you did it.
3. The counselor in Primary comes up to you all serious like and asks you if, "you're okay?"
4. If you yell at the lady in Walmart for not having enough check stands open.
5. Or if your brutally honest little 4 year old tells you so.

I think I'm going to rename myself Oscar and hide in a garbage can for the next six months, or how ever long it takes to have this baby. Whichever comes first.

As a side note, Ashlyn has named the baby for us. It's a great unisex name at least. Well, I don't even think it's a name, but oh well. She's named it Jella.

More Randomness

These are my candied almonds that I am SO SO SO SO proud of. Mostly because it took 6 tries of making them before they turned out candied and not crystalized. There is a difference. Thank you to my wonderful friend Jackie (who never reads my blog so she won't know I'm giving her a shout out) who taught me how to make them the right way.


This is our Family night pumpkin craft we made this past Monday. Looks cute huh??? Well, you wouldn't know all the fighting that went into making it. Leah wanted the glue. Ashlyn wanted the glue. Leah wanted to put the stickers on. Ashlyn wanted to put the stickers on. It was quite....fun??? Is that the right word. No...it was not what I imagined, but we made it and here it is. Tada!!!


This is my adorable 4 year old who I love love love. And this is her FIRST....yes FIRST bowl of cereal she has EVER eaten with milk in it. I know...I know. Hard to believe, but true. Despite the look on her face, she did like it. I did not force her to eat it. Gotta love her.


So, let's see how many of you actually take the time to read my blog and how many just look at the pictures. I'd like to announce my 3rd (and most likely, final) pregnancy. Yes, you read that right. I'm pregnant. Just about 12 weeks. I'm due May 5th. We're super super excited. Yay for us!!!

It's been a while

Paul occupied the computer all of last week rendering some stuff for his helicopter project, so all I could do was check my email basically. He's done now (I think), so I'm taking advantage of my time to get some pictures from last week up on my blog.


On Tuesday, I went with my ward (well okay, so only two other friends (Joelle and Sherry) from my ward ended up coming, but still) to Underwood Family Farm. It was lots of fun. The girls climbed the haybail, looked at animals, rode on the train, walked through the corn maze (unsuccessfully I might add. we had to come out the way we went in), and played in the sandbox. It was a beautiful day. We plan on going again this Saturday with Paul and hopefully get a pumpkin this time.






On Wednesday my friend Beth, and her little boy, came up to visit and we went to Lombardi Ranch. I guess it was the week for Fall Farms and Ranches. This Ranch had a scarecrow alley where schools and scout troops created and decorated different scenes from movies and tv.
We also went on a train ride and walked around and looked at the pumpkins and animals.
Ashlyn was a preschool if you are wondering why she isn't in any of the pictures.







On Saturday we went up to Bakersfield to watch my cousin, Chelsea, play volleyball. She plays for UVSC and was playing against Cal State Univ Bakersfield. It was a really fun game to watch, and I'm happy to say that they won. Afterwards, we went to Chipotle and ate some yummy food and visited with her. (She's the one in the back of the first picture and the one hitting the ball in the second picture. GO CHELS!!!!)

My Little Ashlyn

This is my little Ashlyn, who never, never, never sleeps during the day. Doesn't matter where we go, what we do, or how much I run her around....she just doesn't take naps anymore. Except, of course, during Conference. Maybe it was the soothing monotone voices of all the wonderful General Authorities (he he). Maybe it was the fact that Leah woke her up early that morning with her loud crying. Or MAYBE it was the fact that her Daddy was all warm and snuggly. She climbed right up and within minutes she was asleep. She slept there for a good hour. Got all wedged into the side of the couch and everything. Cute little thing.

Open Heart Surgery, three thousand miles, and one book

It's been an eventful past week. It all started last Wednesday afternoon on my way home from the doctors office with Leah. She had hand, foot and mouth virus. Poor thing. She's such a trooper. Hardly seemed bothered by it at all. I wouldn't have even taken her in (since it's a virus), but her foot looked infected. Anyway, that's besides the point of my story. I'm driving home and my dad calls me. He had just found out he had a major (rare) tumor on his heart and had to have open heart surgery in two days. WHAT??? Are you kidding me? This is serious. It was kind of a chaotic day. First I was going to Florida, then I wasn't. I didn't know what to do. His chance of survival was good. Very good. 95% even. So I decided to stay and make better arrangements for the next weekend. (It's not so easy to pick up and leave when you have two little ones). Friday morning arrived and his surgery took 3 hours. All went well. They had to remove a lot more of his heart tissue than anticipated because of the size of the tumor (which I'm told resembled a jelly fish). Things got a little scary at first and they had to put a pacemaker in. I decided I needed to be out there. So I flew out Saturday morning. By the time I got there (Saturday night), he was doing great. So great that he was getting out of intensive care. Well, what a relief. They took the pacemaker out and moved him to a regular heart surgery recovery floor. The next few days were spent back and forth at the hospital visiting and helping with what we could. It all went by so fast and by Tuesday morning I was flying home. My dad was doing so well that he was getting to go home that day also. He still has a good month or two of taking it easy and recovering, which will be extremely difficult if you know my Dad at all. He doesn't stop moving, which probably contributed to his quick recovery so far.

As a side note, I read Eclipse. Finished it on the last leg of my flight home, which I quite literally caught 5 minutes before it pulled back from the jetway. Guess that's what you get when you book your flight at the last minute. A tight connection. Anyway, the book was great. I thoroughly loved all THREE books and can't wait for the fourth one next Fall.