Finding Out

http://youtu.be/mFdA7RDjXj8

The plan was to have Camden wearing his "Big Brother" t-shirt when Jason came home from work. I wanted to get it on film, but Camden wouldn't come out of the bedroom and was being a stinker. So to entice him a little I told him he could take Jason the present. That sounded fun, so Camden took Jason the bag with the pregnancy test inside.

As you can see by Jason's reaction, he had no idea it was coming. I took the test in the morning after Jason had already gone to work. I wanted to wait and tell him in person so I could see his reaction, but I called my mom and sister to tell them the news. To be honest, even I was shocked it was positive. I wasn't late yet and didn't think the test could detect it so early. I had some pretty sharp and intense pelvic pains the night before and I was getting worried that I may have a tubal pregnancy. I decided I would test the next morning just to make sure. I had already told Jason I wasn't going to test until I was 10-14 days late, so he thought it was still a few weeks away.

After I told my sister, she text her husband to tell him the news and then he text Jason congratulating him. TOTALLY RUINING MY SURPRISE!! My sister and I thought fast and came up with a way out of it, saying she meant her friend Stacy was pregnant, and her husband just got confused. Whew. Crisis averted! Later, Jason told me he didn't even believe it when he got the congratulatory text thinking that somehow a rumor in the family had started and it was going around. (Hey! My family can doesn't gossip!)

Jason didn't even notice Camden's shirt so I guess it's a good thing that I gave him the test as well. We are so excited!

Camden has big plans...

...for when Daddy Jason "be's a doctor"

Let's see...

On his list of things he thinks Dr. J will buy him are:

A quad

A Rhino

An Spongebob popcicle from the ice cream truck

A football

A light up toy from Circle K.

A big racecar. No. Not a toy. A real one. Probably one that looks like Lightning McQueen

A monster truck. No. Not a toy. A real one. The Grave Digger to be exact.

An airplane. Again, not a toy. 

And this is because whenever he asks for something I say, "Ok, maybe when Jason's a doctor."

Good ol' Daddy Jason.

We are so lucky.

Even if he'll never be able to buy us an airplane.



What Happens In Vegas...

...can scar you for life.

Okay, well maybe not what happens, but definitely what you see.

Yikes!

Last week, I was lucky enough to tag along with my in-laws on a little road trip to sin city.

Camden was excited to see his cousins and it was a good way to beat the boredom of spring break. Preschoolers need a spring break??

Maybe not. But Mrs. Janet does!

There was lots of playing outside, lego building, and kissing of baby Roxy's neck.

(The first two by kids, the last by me of course)

 We did go to the strip a few times and watched the water show at the Bellagio 4 or 5 times since they have a show every 15 minutes. Camden loved it!

 Thanks Grandpa for the great seat!

 Shannon and her friend Shay wanted to ride the roller coasters in the Adventuredome at Circus Circus. We brought Brookie along. Grandpa said they could pick ONE ride, so they chose the planes. There was a little lever that you could manually make the plane go up and down. Camden couldn't think about that, because there was a big gun to shoot. He was too focused shooting bad guys that we had to keep yelling at him to, "GO UP!"

Thanks DeWitt's for letting us tag along!

And sorry Allan that you had to watch Mighty Machines so many times!

Slack-er

It's been a month since I posted last.

Really? A month?!

I wish I could say it was because I was crazy busy.

That I was too tired from training for the marathon, or I had too many meetings to keep my non-profit organization running smoothly, or I had booked an insane amount of modeling jobs, or I was in a constant state of cleaning and cooking and crafting and sewing and mothering my perfectly groomed, perfectly behaved children. 

But sadly, none of this is true.

Shocking. I know.

We haven't been up to much really. I am working part time while Camden is in preschool. 

Jason is busy working and going to school.

And that's about it. 

A few weeks ago, my mom and dad were in town and I got this great picture of Camden and my dad.

My dad says him and Camden are soul mates.

I think they were b.f.f.'s in the pre-existence and decided to come to earth as a grandpa/grandson combo. They had to wait a long time to reunite, but you can tell their souls are best friends.

 This next picture horrifies Jason, and probably others who are fathers to sons.

What can I say? An effect of a single mom/son duo. By the way... I didn't hand him the eyeshadow and brush and say, "Here, you try!" So really.... it's not my fault.

This next picture is for my mother in law. She is natural heart seeker/fanatic.

And now we're all into it.

I found this on the back of Camden's door.

And this one I found like a year ago, but I'm most proud of it so I thought I'd share.

There are three more loads of laundry to be done, and packing to do since we are leaving for Mexico tomorrow. But I think instead, I'll watch the newest episodes of New Girl and Community and eat my mint oreos.

Is it any wonder why things don't get done around here?

Drawing A Blank

I am watching college gymnastics. (Florida vs. LSU)

and I. am. into. it.

I just got home from the gym and I have a HUGE headache.

I shouldn't have started this post.

Because I can't think of anything clever to say.

But I was feeling guilty because I haven't blogged in like, a month. That's gross.

I'm such a slacker.

By the way, yes, I did say "the gym". That's right. THE GYM.

L.A. Fitness that is.

Thanks to Mr. DeWitt and St. Valentine, I am now a member.

I also got a little blue box with a white ribbon tied around it.

A charm for my bracelet. Now I have two. Someday it will be full.

So... because of my headache, the three year old crawling all over me asking me what every button on the keyboard does, and dinner waiting to be made, I will keep this short. And sweet.

Just like Mr. DeWitt. (Wink)

A couple weeks ago, the Mr. had two days off work so we went to Thatcher to visit my parents. We took the quads and the rhino out to the desert to go shooting. It was a gorgeous day and we spent like five hours outside. Camden was in heaven.

 Jason brought his pistol and made me shoot it. This is the gun we keep next to our bed, you know, in case of bad guys. Jason makes me practice opening the safe and loading the clip. He wanted me to practice shooting it. I did not.

But I did anyway.

Kuddos to my mom who took this picture. Can you see the shell popping out the top of the gun??

Sorry for the lame post. But that's all my brain can muster at the moment. I promise to deliver a much more witty and interesting post next time. Happy Monday folks!

Killer hour(s)

Calling all mothers! Calling all those who know what motherhood feels like sometimes. You know, when your three year old is screaming demands only to throw himself on the floor when his every request is not met instantly. When you're trying to cook dinner and he is a whirlwind of craziness and chaos around you. When he is constantly under foot and never less than two feet away. When you just get the bed made and he comes and jumps on it, throwing down the pillows along with the pile of laundry you just folded. When you're at Target with a cart full of necessities and he decides his life depends on a Lightening McQueen PillowPet, only to scream and jump up and down in the cart when you do not pick it up and give it to him. That's when you must immediately leave the store, cart and items abandoned in aisle, because you are just so embarrassed and because you know he will cry all the way to the checkout, during checkout, and as you exit. So you figure it's just better to keep your head down and make your way out. That of course means, you must go back to the store, and you hope it's alone this time. 

        

It's that feeling, when it's 5:30, your husband is at school, and after a long day of trying your best to be patient, the three year old screams while eating his dinner, that he wants CHOCOLATE milk. After you give him regular milk in a regular cup, he screams because he wants it in a sippy cup. You ignore him until the screaming gets louder and louder. Then you decide, the naughtiness has gone far enough. So, with as much kindness that you can muster after such a day, you take him out of his high chair and start to carry him to the bathroom. On your way to the bathroom, you step on a hot wheels car. You may, or may not, shout a curse word, pick up Buzz Lightyear and throw him into the kitchen. 

           

It's that feeling when, after bath time, while dressing him in pajamas, he says he is sorry. He puts his arms around you, kisses you on the cheek and says, "I love you Mommy." After a day with, more than you can count on two hands, number of tantrums and countless "No's" and "Don'ts", one feel-good moment happens, and lifts your spirits a little. But those moments don't always happen. Some days, the terrible threes last every waking moment. And that's when, after you put the little {insert whatever you'd like to call him that day} to bed, you pray that tomorrow will be better. 

       

It probably won't. 

Because he will still be three in the morning.

But you can always hope a feel-good moment will happen that day.

P.S. Sorry Buzz.

What Did Your Christmas Look Like?

Ours was great.

Thatcher.

 6 adults.

3 toddlers.

Chaos.

Perfection.

Hope your christmas was great!

Peace, love, and bubble gum.