meet Pudge

This is Pudge, who will make his or her arrival around February 20. We're 8 1/2 weeks along and surviving. Morning sickness is not so fun with a toddler, but Joe is doing a great job of keeping Sam happy, keeping his wife happy, and by extension, keeping Pudge happy.

On the upside, I'm almost back down to my normal weight. Morning sickness is a great diet. Yesterday, I got reaquainted with my hip bones...haven't seen them since 2007!

Joe said, "If only you could package morning sickness as a pill...we'd be rich!"

Thanks. I think I'd rather be fat.

vacation

There's nothing like having 3 babies to take care of while you have morning sickness to make visiting your sister in the hospital seem like a vacation.

Truly...a vacation. I helped her shower, shaved her legs, and then we painted our toenails. While they dried, we watched daytime TV.It was almost as good as Maui. Almost.

Eddy pictures

I'm just getting around to posting some pictures of our last visit to Lewiston...just in time for us to make the trip again this weekend. On Friday, Kate was finally well enough to see her mama. Glory found her bracelet fascinating. Unfortunately, she also thought Amy's IV was fascinating and we ended up having to cover it up. Amy's friends, Laura and Tyler, came by to visit.
This is what Laura looks like without a mask. That's Mary Kate, our super sitter, on the right.
And, here's Grumpy doing some baby-wrangling.
And, more baby-wrangling, with Noah as his able assistant.

where's the flood?

This is what happens when you have baby clothes in two sizes at your house...
...and someone else does the laundry...
...and then his dad dresses him in a 6 month outfit. That onesie fit like a glove. A very, very tight glove.

*Again, please ignore the mess. It's worse than our baseline messiness due to our recent influx of babies.

fireworks

It's not that I'm not patriotic, but I'm just not crazy about the Fourth of July in the same way all southeast Idahoans are. We've lived here for four years and every year, I promise Joe will go to the fireworks show...and every year, it somehow doesn't work out.

The first year, I was in Lewiston, getting Schatzi.

The second year, I was ticked off that people had quadruple parked, completely blocking off my street. Somehow, spending an hour trying to make my way back home caused me to lose my Fourth of July spirit.

The third year, we lost track of time, completely missing the show.

This year, I really was planning to go, but Sam was already in bed and what pregnant woman wants to stay up till 10pm to watch some fireworks?
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Joe: You know I'm going to hold this over your head, right? I'm going to bring it up every 4th of July until you actually take me to the fireworks, right?

Jen: I know. We'll go next year. I promise.

Joe: Really?

Jen: No...I'm tired of lying to your face. We probably won't go next year either. Sorry.

falling in love all over again

There's nothing like watching your hard-working, cowboy-hat-wearing, stroller-pushing, breakfast-making, diaper-changing husband share a bite of an ice cream cone with your baby.
Or a second bite.

Or a third bite.
Honey, I love you.

Moments like this make me want to have another baby with you.

Oh, wait...we already are.

Fourth of July

Hi. Sam here. Today was such a fun day. Dad got up early with me so Mom could sleep in and then we all went to a parade! There were trucks, and bands, and floats. There were BALLOONS.There were clowns throwing candy. Does it get any better that this???Well, yes, yes it does. Because, there were also...
HORSES!
BIG horses!
LITTLE horses! Mom would make funny horse noises whenever we saw them. She didn't care that people looked at her like she was crazy...'cause she's my mom. I think I got it down now: a horse says "neigh!"
That's all. No more pictures, please.