March Madness

I was really happy with myself when I came up with the title of this post. I just think it has a nice ring to it... and it's just so original. With the clever alliteration and all... I'm sorry to toot my own horn but I hey I'm not ashamed to say I come up with clever things. CLEVER.

I just woke up from a two hour nap, kids. Two hours! It's unreal, isn't it? Yes it is. And would be a whole lot better if I wasn't awake with Lucy from 1:30 AM until 6 AM this morning while she threw up every 20 minutes. I'm not exaggerating. It was awful in every way. Poor little duck. Heart breaking. So I put Scarlett down for her nap and told Lucy we had to lay down. She tried to tell me she wasn't tired and that she was all better, but was twitching and snoring softly within 15 seconds of laying next to me. And of course, once both of my littles were sleeping soundly I had a burst of frantic energy thinking of everything I could get done and had to slap myself in the face a few times and FORCE myself to lay down and close my eyes and shove all those tasks out of my mind. And I feel a lot better for it.

So, this month has been nuts as usual. And before we get going on the run down I have for you, as a side note, I just want to say I don't remember having pregnancy clumsiness in my first two pregnancies. It's something I've heard of before but honestly, I'm an out of control buffoon this round. I drop at least one item daily. I have broken 3 or 4 dishes. A couple weeks ago I was pouring a smoothie from the blender into a rather large cup and while staring directly down at it in my hands, I started pouring the smoothie just next to the cup and directly onto the floor. I'm not kidding. Lucy was just standing there with a confused look on her face. So I had to tell her to beat it! I spill milk every time I try to pour it... into anything. And they tell you not to cry over spilt milk but I can tell you today that I have cried over it. Shed actual tears. I mean they can say that all fine and dandy until something that's out of your control takes over you and you find yourself involuntarily splashing around in gallons of milk all over your floor and counter tops on a daily basis.

And my body continues to deteriorate. Can someone who's had lots of kids just go ahead and confirm it to me that you fall apart more every pregnancy? So I can just know that and embrace it? Jason came into our bedroom last night to find me crumpled up on our bed with tears streaming, telling him I've always felt like I had a strong and able body but I am limping and waddling around all day long and I still have a month left. My calf muscles are out of control sore (from my daily calf presses ... just kidding. From walking up and down the stairs twice a day or so I presume) and my back and pelvis feel like I've been beaten in the night with a baseball bat. I've been expecting this to come the last week or two but it's been since at least a month ago this round. So I'm crying to him and then look up and he's reading on his iPhone and then he catches me shooting daggers out of my eyes at him and then tells me, as casually and innocently as he can, that he's looking up where I can get a prenatal massage. Whether this is true or not is irrelevant folks. I have to admit it was a clean save. He was probably reading sports commentators' tweets. But I have to hand it to him for the quick thinking.

On another side note, I'm getting really excited to meet this little girl. She's nestled into her final head down position, and sticks her feet out my right side over and over again pretty much all day long just to let me know she's there. And no matter how many babies you have, you're dying just the same to see who/what they look like. I was terrified to have two but three hasn't phased me in the slightest for some reason. Probably because Lucy turns 4 this July and therefore will be of babysitting age so I'll just be able to hand baby off to her when she comes home from preschool. It'll be really something.

Alright, back to our March Madness.

This month we:

Went to the Bean museum at BYU. Jason has been so busy and so stressed the last several months and this particular Saturday earlier this month was a blessed occasion indeed. He didn't have any training of any kind, he didn't even have any church basketball.We went to the museum that morning and then went to a matinee and then to dinner and just spent the day together. I love having him around.

We went with the Phillips to Disney on Ice, Toy Story! It was excellent. So cute. Thanks again Aimei and Eric!! We chose this background for pics to prove to you that we were really at Disney on Ice. See? You thought we were making it up!?

And here are the cutest Woody and Buzz around. Max looks particularly thrilled with the event doesn't he?

We tried craw dads for the very first time with an excellent group of friends. (Thanks again Mike and Tiff!) The night was quite superb. But don't play around with a live one of anything before you consume its family members. Just a general rule of thumb for how to live your life.

And we played some good Dance party on the Wii afterwards. I mean for being 8.5 months pregnant, it's crazy that I still smoked everyone. I even spun on my head for a while afterward for good measure. Some things you just don't lose.

And this last Saturday we spent the day with Jason's side of the family down in Gunnison at Heidi and Steve's. We had a little early Easter celebration because Cathy was in town, and because we're always looking for a reason to party.

We headed over first thing in the AM for a session at the Manti temple. I loved it. First time through that temple, it was exquisite.

We went horse back riding for a bit. Carson was able to come with us and needless to say, Lucy was over the moon the entire time in his presence. Still wants to marry that cousin. Bad.

A little natural cowgirl.

This Scarlett was all laughs and giggles... making fun of all the other kids for being hesitant around the horses... calling them wusses...

Until it was her time to shine. Not so giggly anymore. Despite her initial uncertainty, she still ended up doing a handstand on it's back while it trotted her around, and dismounted with an awesome back flip off its rear.

But I must admit, the real star of the show was this cowboy right here. Watching him gallop was seeing him in his element like I've never seen before...

Look at the intensity on that face.

And lemme tell ya, it was really somethin' to behold for me as his wife. In fact, this here horse he's on was a wild mustang that they've been trying (and failing) to break for months. Until Jason came to town. And that wild mustang is tame as my little pony now. I was quite invigorated after his little show. It really made me swoon. Until he tried to ride by me, grab my arm and swing me onto the back of the horse with him like the hotshot riders do to their damsels in the Old Western movies. I made the horse lose its balance and instead of landing gracefully onto the saddle with my cowboy, slammed into its rear end and thudded to the ground. That part didn't play out how he'd imagined it in his mind.

I insisted on taking this pic with my BFF/SIL Becky because last pregnancy our due dates were 2 weeks apart and we took like 500 pics like this throughout the entire 9 months. But I mostly insisted on it to flatter my figure.

Best cousins. Like I said, Lucy is always trying to move it from "cousins" to "more than cousins", but Carson keeps it in the cousins zone.

And we had an early Easter egg hunt. Win/win/win. For everyone around.

Lucy trying to look all sultry. Scarlett too, with chocolate smeared all over her face. Love these sisters.

See? I told you our March has been mad. And I'm in shock it's almost April now and we could be having this baby this month. Life flies by fast. And that's all I have to say. For now.