In case you haven't heard...

We are expecting another baby on April Fools Day of 2011!

I hadn't blogged about it yet because 1)If you can't tell by the lack of post...I've been super sick and 2) My pregnancy got leaked on darn facebook before I could announce it here or tell my sisters and friends. GRRR!

So the most exciting part is...I waited to post something till I knew what we were having...and it looks as though we are creating a basketball team here. Another BOY! The kids are super excited. No tears this time. Woo hoo!
(And just in case you needed proof...it's quite obvious!)

I just love this picture of our little guy below...He's got his leg all stretched out in his tiny little living space like..."Alright, if I'm going to have to stay here for awhile I might as well make myself comfortable!"


So we are super excited around here. Owen will only be 17 1/2 months when this baby is born so things should get interesting around here.

Now...we just need a name. I like to pick it early enough and call my baby by it's name throughout my pregnancy but...one problem...Chad and I don't agree on any names for once!

And in case you were wondering...Yes it was planned.

Fart Football

My husband emailed this to me today. How can something so disgusting be so funny to us? I don't know...but it's hilarious.

An old married couple no sooner hit the pillows when the old man passes gas and says, 'Seven points.'

His wife rolls over and says, 'What in the world was that?'

The old man replied, 'It's fart football.'

A few minutes later his wife lets one go and says 'Touchdown, tie score.'

After about five minutes the old man lets another one go and says, 'Aha. I'm ahead 14 to 7.'

Not to be outdone the wife rips out another one and says, 'Touchdown, tie score.' Five seconds go by and she lets out a little squeaker and says, 'Field goal, I lead 17 to 14.'

Now the pressure is on the old man. He refuses to get beaten by a woman, so he strains real hard. Since defeat is totally unacceptable, he gives it everything he's got, and accidentally poops the bed.

The wife says, 'What the heck was that?'

The old man says, 'Half time, switch sides.'

1st Grade

Alexis started 1st grade 3 weeks ago.
Here she is on her way out the door for 1st day of 1st grade.

She couldn't have been more thrilled to go!
A NEW school. A NEW teacher. NEW friends.

But don't feel too bad for all the NEW-ness...she is in the same class as her cousin, Chelsea.

Remember, back in this post, when I told you about how dangerous these two can be. They are competitive yet the best of friends. When they were in soccer camp last summer together they were slide tackling each other. NO JOKE! At 5 years old. And when Alexis didn't fall down when Chelsea slid tackled her she started doing the bicyle...something her mother (18 months older than me) did to me whenever she was mad at me! Is it genetic of taught? Must be genetic since I don't remember Mindy doing it to me since Middle School. Anyhow, you can imagine Mindy and I considered talking to the teacher about them...but we thought...NO, they need to understand if they mess up they will be split. And they don't want that.

Even worse than being in the same class...look at where they sit!

3 weeks into it...I finally decided to ask the teacher about them at pick-up one day. I figure the kids had to have spilled the beans by now. And according to their teacher: "They are 2 of the most well behaved kids in the class. In fact, they are really good for each other. They keep each other working hard and they pick each other up when they are down."

Mindy and I were a little shocked...but pleased, too.

Okay...but that's not all. In the other 1st grade class next to them is another cousin, our sister, Jillyn's daughter! All 3 in 1st grade! So fun. (Next year we each have a Kindergartner going in too!) So these 3 get to be together at recess and lunch!

Alexis, Emily and Chelsea after their first day of 1st Grade.
Does it really get much better than this?

"Nuts"

I was reminded the other night of something funny Alexis' said months ago and I totally forgot to write it down.

Carter, Owen and I picked up Alexis from Kindergarten.  She had her head hanging low as she walked towards me and kept walking to leave the Kindergarten area.  Usually she drops her back pack to run and play with friends and I have to pry her off the playground.  Not this day.  This had happened before so I knew what was coming.  How someone called her "arm PITT," a friend left her out, etc.  We've been through it all before and I was expecting tears by the time we got to the car.

As we approach our car, she finally lets it out.

"Mom, I am SOOO sick!"

"What happened?"

"I went to the bathroom at lunch recess and I pooed NUTS."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  But, Mom, I didn't even eat NUTS!  I'm so sick."

I couldn't hold it in.  I just started busting up so hard.  She couldn't believe I was laughing at her expense.  The thing is:  Alexis hates nuts.  She didn't eat them.  And I knew she didn't poo them either.   After I explained how our bodies don't digest corn very well and that it was corn from the corn on the cob she ate the night before she perked up.

"So I'm not sick?"

Nope.

And she turned back to her happy little self just like that.

What we've been up to:

-I had my sister bring Alexis home from one of the OCMCO concerts and she came running in at 10pm at night screaming, "MOM! MOM! Guess what? Collin Raye KISSED ME!" He came and sang with them for the 4th of July concert and Alexis was more than thrilled to have him twirl her and her cousin, Chelsea, around and kiss them. The sight of my daughter jumping on him is frightening. I'm glad I didn't witness it. Mindy said there was no stopping them. I loved listening to him sing "One boy, one girl." It was on our wedding video and I could listen to that song over and over.

-swim team

-still un-packing (Sounds pathetic, I know. But we have a lot of things going on.)

-taking wallpaper off my parents downstairs bedroom so we can turn it into a playroom. It was necessary. Dark green and maroon wallpaper made it so dark in there. We needed to lighten it up so we don't have to turn the lights on in the middle of the day. However, once we finally got it all off...it unveiled unsightly dry wall. Not just a remove and paint. It was and still is a HUGE undertaking.

-patching up holes in the garage so we can paint it too. (We got our parents permission for all of this in case you were wondering.)

-trying to get Owen to sleep through the night...2 nights he did ok...but then returned to his normal 3 hour wake cycle. I'm not easy either...that kid can scream at the top of his lungs for 2 hours straight. He wears me out.

-completely enjoying this house. The breeze that comes through here is so refreshing. And the pool...even more refreshing. The kids have been swimming every day. Alexis' hair is already a shade of green. At night when I've tucked the kids in bed and it's quiet...I sit in a chair to feed Owen and just look at the beautiful yard and a huge rush of emotion comes over me. I feel blessed and SO grateful to my parents for their sacrifice to serve and even more so to let us move in and take over their home. The kids ride their bikes in the circle and it feels so safe. I have a washer and dryer IN MY HOME. Enough said right there! But really, it doesn't take quarters and no one moves my underwear or cuts in front of me to use the dryer. It's fantastic. My dishwasher is built in. There's tons of cupboard space. And Chad has his man cave. But it's not really a cave. It a ginormous room that he utilizes as an office during the day and a Xbox playing lounge room at night. Man...we feel spoiled. I don't say this to brag...because I definitely know what it feels like to go without...and on some/most days it was REALLY hard. I just feel REALLY REALLY grateful for this opportunity to live here. Almost indebted to my parents...because a HUGE stress lifted from me.

-We got new callings. Just when I thought I had no more meetings on Sunday...boom...like that I have them again and Chad does too! Chad is a ward missionary. He's super excited. A little less time consuming than his last calling. An hour meeting on Sunday and visits one night a week. But the poor guy is dragged into my calling too. Have I mentioned this ward we moved into is a lot bigger than our last ward and a ton more active too. Let's just say that triathlon they put on every Memorial Day...is now in the community magazine and considered more of a community event hosted by the FV 3rd ward. So can you guess? Activity Committee Chair. What?!? I understand they feel this is up my ally but a committee consisting of my husband and one other girl just doesn't seem like it will do. They use their auxiliaries to divide the work of each activity. So, we'll see how that pans out. Oh, and their ward council on Sunday isn't 1 hour like my last ward...it's 2 hours! I am excited. The ideas are taking over my brain...almost in a not so healthy way.

-We leave in a few days for a trip to the river with some friends. Can't wait!

ONE MORE THING: I'd appreciate being able to read the comments. English comments ONLY or else I'm going to have block you or all comments. They may be nice comments...but I have no clue because I can't read anything but English.

Good Things To Come

I stumbled across this video with quotes from my long time absolute FAVORITE talk. TEARS came streaming down my face.

I am not tired, sad, depressed or hungry.

They are happy tears.

Happy tears because I whole-heartedly believe every single word spoken in this video. When I've had hard days I've thought of this talk and the advice given and it literally helps me pull myself together and keep going.

T-Ball

Today, was our last day of T-ball. This was the first year for both Alexis and Carter. And, boy, did they love it!
First, my two favorite photos of the season:
Alexis (UCLA Bruins)

Carter (Colorado State Rams)

And here's a few (or more) things I never want to forget about this first season:

How during one of the games Carter kept adjusting his cup (see below: he's in the pitcher position). I was so embarrassed. Then, when we got home he got undressed and yelled out:"MOM, you put my thing on upside DOWN! Chad came in to see how I had put it on...and was dying to say the least. WHOOPS. I learned my lesson.
How Alexis would make signs to hold up on the side line cheering Carter's team on. Then she started making signs for her own team for Carter to hold up. Too cute..that girl!

How Carter was OBSESSED with his orange bat. At first he gaurded it with his life. Then he adopted his Dad's "neat freakishness" and would line it up on the fence every time. He did the same with his batting helmet, hat and mitt...when he wasn't using them. He'd tuck his mitt into his hat every time without fail. Always, putting it in the same spot. As for Alexis...unfortunately she adopted my style: throw it somewhere...you'll find it when you need it.

How it's really hard not to snap pictures of the kids when they are in "baseball ready" form. Those bums sticking out are just too cute!

How Chad was such a good coach. He had originally signed up to be Carter's manager but the league asked him to manage Alexis' age group. Then after taking that on there was a misunderstanding and he ended up being a coach for Carter's team too. He never complained or tried to iron out the misunderstandings...he just took it on. The kids loved him. He would always do a cheer with the kids after the game. He'd highlight what kid really excelled in that particular game and he'd give them a treat. I overheard the Mom's and they came to tell me numerous times how much they loved Chad. How they hoped he'd coach next year. And how they wished he would have been their kids coach last year because their boys would have loved T-ball then and would have been such better players had they had Chad all along. Pretty nice compliments if you ask me. Well deserved, too.

How Carter's manager was so pumped about the game. Giving them pep talks all the time. He bought snacks and drinks to every practice for the kids.

How Alexis couldn't help coming over to play with Owen between innings. She loves getting those kisses from Owen. And his legs just go crazy when he sees her walking towards him.

Sometimes, those kisses came with a price...but she didn't mind.

How you always slide into home plate...no matter what. And Carter never quite understood how to get that one leg in front of him no matter how hard Chad tried to correct him. He'd scrape up his knees every time.

How Alexis wasn't bothered one bit that she was the only girl on the team. She kept up with the rest of them. Chad really thinks she has a future in softball. Especially, since he asked her what her favorite sport is and she said t-ball. I think he underestimates how smart she is. She must be saying that because he wanted to hear it. Certainly, soccer comes first! Chad will beg to differ.

How Carter "came out of his shell." Even one of the Mom's came up to me today noticing how much he's changed. In the beginning, he'd shy behind Chad or I at practice or games. But now he is so sad it's over. He loves it and loves playing with his friends and giving his coach the biggest hugs after every game. He even won the award of "Best Listener" at his T-ball party today. He really did listen and did whatever was asked of him.
How Owen never lacked attention at the games. If Grandma and Grandpa Pitt, Grandma and Grandpa Miller, Uncle Jacob or Aunt Emily weren't holding him on the sidelines...the other Mom's on the team were more than happy to get their hands on him. Rough life, huh?

How Chad taught these kids some really good form!

That about wraps up my favorites. Life gets crazy running from one thing to the next. Swim team started and today was the first competitive swim meet. We literally ran from swim team (8am-10am: Alexis swam in the first 2 events) Then off to Carter's t-ball game (10-11:15) Luckily, Alexis wasn't swimming in events at that time. Then back to the swim meet for Alexis to finish 3 more events. Then back to t-ball for Alexis' last game. And we test drove a car in between since we sold our 4 runner. PHEW, we're pooped!

But it sure is fun to see these kids play. And even more fun when their Dad is coaching them every step of the way. T-ball was a success.