Pineapple progress

 Remember this picture? This is from Aug 2011. This was our pineapple that we planted for family home evening. Now, I in no way am a gardener. If I was given a row of something growing in a garden and told to weed it I would have no idea how to tell what green things coming from the ground were the crop and what was a weed. My dad can attest to this fact because when I was a younger lass he decided it would be good for us to help him weed. I was told to weed the flowers growing along the driveway. I went to my assigned location, saw a huge weed and started to pull. This weed was stuck tight! I pulled with all my might. By the time I finally got the stupid weed out of the ground, I was sweating like a fat man in a sauna. I was breathing heavy enough that my dad must have thought that I was having a heart attack. He turned from what he was weeding to see me holding the evil weed I had just wrestled out of the ground. I was really proud of myself until I noticed that my dad wasn't congratulating me on getting this weed that seemed to have been wrapped around the core of the earth. His face actually fell and he said with his famous sigh,"That was a rose bush." Oh dear, that's not great! Sorry dad! Clearly I am no gardener. Planting a pineapple didn't seem to help me learn either. Since we don't have a spot of land to grow a pineapple in the ground, I thought that using a five gallon bucket would work almost as good. It would have except that I didn't even think of how the excess water was going to leave the bucket. I wonder if I thought that the dirt would just eventually drink the water. I don't know what I was thinking, but needless to say our little pineapple didn't stand a chance. Thanks to all the excess water it received, it drowned pretty quick. Not to mention the little hands that on more than one occasion pulled the pineapple out of the dirt. When they came into the house holding it, I figured it hadn't been out of the dirt very long and I could probably just replant it. Just in case you were wondering, that doesn't work. The plant dies. Anyway, we had to say goodbye to our first pineapple.

I don't want you to think that we gave up all together. Oh no! We put our shoulder's to the wheel and pushed along! We planted another pineapple. When I told B that I really wanted to try again to plant a pineapple he told me that maybe we should put holes in the bottom of the bucket so the excess water has somewhere to go. I told him that I thought that was a brilliant idea. I'm pretty sure I told him that while he was at school I could try using a hammer and some nails to put holes in the bucket. He said that he could just use a drill. I looked at him and asked,"That won't crack the bottom of the bucket?" I feel so stupid for myself. What did I think taking a hammer and nails to a plastic bucket would do? I'm pretty sure my method would crack the bottom before B's method. Thankfully he's smart enough to know that drilling holes would work. We planted our second attempt in Jan of 2012. It takes a year and a half to grow a pineapple. We were getting nervous that our second attempt had either died from being shoved in a plastic bucket with no room for the roots, or been cooked to death since we live in a place that makes the surface of the sun seem chilly, or that it wouldn't grow by the time B is done with school(7 weeks to go!!!). But I am happy to report that we were wrong on all accounts!

How awesome is that?! Now I realize that it's still tiny. But, it's still growing! I get so happy every time I look at our pineapple that I feel like we should name it and make it an official part of our family! I don't know if it will be eat-able by the time we leave, but I'm just so so happy that it's growing and that I didn't kill it that I would be ok leaving it with a family in our ward that has five or six pineapple plants and avocado trees. Being able to grow a pineapple in a bucket has given me a renewed sense of having a green thumb. I can hardly wait to try growing something else like herbs that can sit on my kitchen window and don't have to be weeded!

Really?!

So as we all know, Monday was April Fool's day. I am not one to remember things of that nature. My mom was really good at that. We would always have hot dogs for breakfast and then would have breakfast for dinner. The thought of feeding our children hot dogs for breakfast makes me throw up a little in my mouth. Anyway, as I was driving to get M from school the radio was on. All I heard was that the management was apologizing for the April Fool's joke that the DJ's did that morning that got carried too far. Then another DJ came on laughing saying that the morning DJ's are crazy and that their April Fool's joke was just to be,"silly." She then went on the explain what the joke was. They had told all the listeners that there was H2O in the water.... I was waiting for her to get to the offensive part of the joke. But, she didn't. That was the joke. They told people there was H2O in the water and people got offended. What?! They said that a mom called in saying she had just filled her baby's bottle with tap water and wanted to know if anything was going to happen to her baby. People were so offended that on Tuesday morning the DJ's weren't at work because the management was deciding if they could keep their job's due to the April Fool's joke they played. Now, I in no way profess to be smart. I don't claim to know a whole lot. In fact I heard the word skosh for the first time in February and learned that it means a little. So I admit there are things that most people know that I don't, like the word skosh and how to use it. However, if someone told me that there was H2O in the water I'm pretty sure I wouldn't get my undies in a wad. I'm going out on a limb here, but if people are dumb enough to panic when they hear there is H2O in the water, there is no hope for the future of this country! Why, of all the things that are truly offensive, like bad language and body parts not being properly covered, do people get offended over something like H2O in their water. Heaven help this country with such bright people living in it! 

In other news, B's car died. We were really hoping that it would make it all the way through the program. It fought a good fight, but just couldn't last the last 2 1/2 months. We could have fixed it for $1000. But, B hadn't planned on taking it with us when we leave. So he decided not to fix it. When he told me the car had lost it's fight to live, I was fine. I was fine when he put it on Craigslist to sell it. As I read through the long list of things that needed to be fixed, I thought to myself,"Self, that's a long list of things that need to be fixed. I wonder if anyone will buy it." It sold in just over 12 hours and 8 of those hours were during the night. So really, it sold pretty fast. As we went to the parking lot where it had died and took off the license plates and signed over the title, I got a little sad. I told B that it was really sad that his car was no longer with us. As we drove away, I'm not gonna lie, I got a little misty eyed. I feel like a little part of our family has died. I am thankful that it lasted as long as it did and I hope the guy that bought it loves it as much as we did! 

Hopefully she is loved like no other 19 year old car has been loved before!

Owey

What's owey you ask? One word, engorgement. That's all I have to say about that. Oh wait, no it's not! I have told B that when he runs things there's a long list of things he needs to change. The list includes, but is not limited to: the length of pregnancy, the fact that you have a baby, but still have contractions whilst your uterus shrinks. That you now have a sweet little baby, but still look like you're pregnant, thus the need to still wear maternity clothes even though you're NOT pregnant. Let's not even talk about the hormones that are totally out of control and cause one such as myself to have random two or three minutes of uncontrollable sobbing even though I'm not sad. Needless to say, engorgement also makes the list. It truly is awful and lasts far too long. Looking on the bright side it makes me realize that I truly NEVER want to have huge "milkers" if you will. I can't imagine spending good money on making them big when they just get in the way, cause back pain and make you look oddly proportioned. All I'm saying really is that engorgement truly is a terrible experience and I wouldn't wish it on an enemy!

Daddy's make it better

For the last few days, M hasn't felt very well. Last night it peaked. I knew she didn't feel well when I had laid the baby down for a nap while she was going potty. She came out and asked where he was, found out he was taking a nap and burst into tears because she had wanted to hold him. I told her to come sit on the couch and let me love her. She sat on my lap, laid her head on my chest and cried and cried. I asked her if she was ok. She said yes, but just kept crying. She did say that she didn't feel very good, but she didn't have any symptoms at all. She cried most of the night and couldn't sleep. I was feeding the baby his bottle at ten and could hear M in her bed just crying and crying. B walked into her room and told her to come out with us. I went and laid the baby down and came out to find this. Sometimes all a girl needs is her daddy. Daddy can usually make everything all better. She laid on his lap for a long time and they watched a movie together. As we put her back to bed she said that she still didn't feel totally normal, but she felt better. Daddy's are miracle workers just by being around!

A case of the cleaning bug

Yesterday B got a case of the cleaning bug. He wanted to clean out the garage. I'm not saying that I mind at all. It was awesome actually! I've been thinking for a long time that I need to pull everything out and sweep it out. I thought about doing it almost every day when I would see the little lizard's that had died and their bodies were left behind. But as we all know, I am really lazy and sweeping out the garage was not a huge priority. Anyway when B said that he was going to clean it, K got all excited to help him. He pulled out the brush that is supposed to be used to scrub the lanai, and used it first as a push broom and then as a mop!

He said that he was going to go over it twice, but the cleaning bug that had infected B left before K was done. So, B said it was time to be done after K had gone over the whole thing once. Having the garage floor swept and mopped is pretty awesome and I'm glad that it was someone else that did it and not me!

He's here!

There truly are no words to express how happy I am to not be pregnant any more! This here is BKB. He weighed 7'2 and was 18 1/2 inches long. He is a really good baby and even did a five hour sleep stretch last night! I was so excited about it that after I fed him and put him back to bed, I couldn't sleep!

 M is so happy that he's here. She had her heart set on a little girl. I asked her if she was disappointed that he was a boy, she said,"a little." But that was before she got to the hospital and held him and saw him. She LOVES him. She wants to hold him all of the time. She loves that she can feed him his bottle. This morning she fed him before she left for school. He spit up all over her shirt. She looked down and said,"GROSS!! Daddy take him! I have to change my shirt!" It was pretty funny!

K is so "escited" That he's a boy. He really wanted to have three boys in our family. My heart does feel a little bit sad because I think that K is having a pretty hard time having the baby around. He doesn't act really different, he's just off enough that I think he's struggling with it. The first night the baby was home from the hospital was a really bad night. He didn't fall asleep until 5:30 in the morning. It truly was a really long night. Anyway, the next day I told K that we should take B back to the hospital and let them deal with him during the night. He got all excited and said,"You're taking him back?!" I felt really bad. Hopefully when B's a little bit older, K will like having him around.

This is a picture from when K was born. We were still at the hospital and B was holding him. All the sudden he said he felt a really warm spot, he moved K and had been peed on! When I changed his diaper it was basically dry. It had gone out around the diaper and got B instead! I died laughing. I thought it was so funny! Well the other night B was holding B and said,"Oh man! I feel the same warm spot I have felt before"...

It had happened again! I laughed so hard I had a coughing fit. I love that it's on the same side and spot as when it happened with K. Truly, I am so so happy to not be pregnant any more. I am so thankful that he's here and that he's healthy!

Let's go camping!

Last weekend was our Stake Father's and son's. This was the first year that B took K. K found out they were going the Sunday before. He talked about going camping with daddy all week. He would randomly look at me and say,"I am so escited about Friday!" When I would ask why he would say,"Because, I get to go camping with daddy!" On Friday we got the lantern out and put batteries in it. It is the coolest lantern I've ever seen! B got it for Christmas from his mom. All the sides of the lantern can come off and you can carry it around so you have your own light. When I showed K the lights came off, his mouth fell open and I'm pretty sure tears of joy came to his eyes. He said that he hoped that C was going. I told him that he was going and that he and B were actually going to ride in their van with them. K started jumping up and down and then ran in little circles because he was so happy. He's really loud anyway, but when he's excited, his volume gets even louder. He shouted,"I am going to give C one of these lights. He'll have his very own and I'll have my very own! I am so escited!"  

I love this picture! I am so happy that B remembered to take a picture of them. K was so happy that he got to ride in the van with C, he was so happy that they were sleeping in a tent, he was so happy to be with daddy and have a boy's night!

What's not to love about this picture?! B said that K was so excited to let C use a part of the lantern, that he handed it to him basically as soon as they got to the campsite. There was a group of older boys playing catch with a football. K and C wanted to play too, but they didn't want to put down there lights. So, they just ran after the boys dragging their lights behind them. I would have loved to see it! K called me at 7:45 to tell me that he and C got to sleep in the same tent and that they were going to bed. I've never heard a little kid sound so excited to go to sleep! When they got home the next morning I asked him if he had fun. He said that it was so fun! Throughout the week he would look at me and say,"Remember how we had a boy's night and you and M had a girl's night and our boy's night was more funner than your girl's night?" When I ask him what made his boys night so fun he said,"We went camping! Camping is more funner than a wedding dress show!" I am so happy that B didn't have to work and was able to take K and that they had such a great time!