Sick kids and a Sensitive nose...

I have decided that being pregnant and having 2 sick kids are just not good combinations. I've decided that it makes me feel even worse for them when they are still so polite even when they feel like that. Last night (after the 4th time Chris had thrown up) I had him at the sink and was washing him up and he says "Thank you Mom...I sorry, Topher sick." That just made me want to cry. Every time I cleaned him up or held him, or put him back to bed or all the other stuff that goes along with taking care of a sick child he always made sure to say "thank you". I made sure when he appoligized to let him know that it wasn't his fault. Ethan was a bit of a different story. He was sick the way a normal child gets sick. Which is to say he spent FOREVER screaming like a little girl. I made him take a nap and he's much better now. Still sick, but not screaming and fighting.
Other than that there is nothing new here. Only a few more days and we will be in our own house. We won't have the internet yet, but we wil get it as soon as we can so I can up date everyone. I promise that I will be extatic when we get in. And the movers are supposed to be there the day after. Then 2 more weeks and we will have a baby. Then things will be "normal" again. As normal as they will be from here on out I suppose.

So VERY close...

Oh, we are SO close to getting our own house...and not a moment too soon. We are all going CRAZY in this motel! I can't wait to get my stuff back either; I am VERY excited for that. Especially all my cooking stuff. No more eating out (I never thought I would actually have to eat out so much that I would physically get sick of EVERY restaurant there is in Green River). Plus I am excited to get some adult time too. Then Jon and I can stay up and watch a movie past the boys' bed time. We can just sit and talk without a constant "Mom...Mom...Mom...Mom...Dad, Mom not listen...Mom...Mom...Mom..." and if Jon and I want to watch a movie that has ANY violence in it we can watch it without the "Oops, he fell down" or "yeah, he got an owie" when someone falls off a building or gets blown up or something. And I can put things (like my glasses and cell phone) on my night stand and not have to worry about someone "misplacing" it while I am sleeping. And last...but CERTAINLY not least...when it's been one of those days, I can just go into my room and close the door without tying up the bathroom. Oh, it'll be so wonderful. Only one week left and we should be closing our house.
And we are in the 20's for the baby...WOO-HOO! I am so excited about that! I love this kid to death...but I REALLY REALLY REALLY want him OUT! And that's all I have to say about that.

Surviving...sanity intact?!?!?!?

Well...it's so close I can smell it. We are hoping that our loan officer is going to be able to get it all together before next Monday (not THIS Monday... the one after that). He's still working on it and he's not there today (it's Good Friday) and won't be there all weekend or Monday. So he will have 4 days to get everything together when he comes back because banks don't work on weekends and I don't want him finishing stuff up on the day of closing. I think I might go crazy...assuming I'm not already there. I don't know...maybe I already am there.
So, I'm trying to talk my sister into coming with me to the Stampin' Up! convention. That would be so ridiculously fun, just the 2 of us for a few days...free stuff...and borrowing other people's ideas to make myself look all talented...it sounds like a good time to me. Besides, I NEED a vacation. And after we are all moved into the house and un-packed, have taken Ethan to the hospital in Utah, and have officially added Justin to our family I am REALLY going to need a vacation.

The Greatest Husband!

Man, I have not slept that well in a LONG time. My husband is the greatest! I couldn't sleep last night because SOMEONE kept kicking me in the ribs; so I asked Jon if he would just rub my stomach for a while (Justin will just settle right down when Jon puts his hand on my stomach.) I like to think that Justin knows that's his Daddy, Jon - being the thinker that he is - says it probably has to do with MY heart rate. When Jon touches my belly I relax, therefore Justin relaxes because Mommy relaxes. Whoever is right....it works. So he rubbed my stomach for a while, then I just COULDN'T stay in that position any more so I had to roll over...so he started rubbing my back. I don't know what time he went to sleep. He was sweet enough to keep massaging until I fell asleep. He's such a sweetheart. I actually slept through the whole night (I really am ready for another child when "through the night" means from 11:30pm until 6:45am) hehehe.
And for those of you who saw my facebook page, I would just like to clarify that I am NOT having a baby in 2 weeks...I am moving into my house (hopefully) in 2 weeks. Then 2 weeks after that I am having a baby. The house needs to come first, because if the baby comes first, then we have to buy some new outfits, a new car seat, a new bassinet, etc., etc., and that would not make me happy because we already have those things, but they are in storage (in Pocatello) so we would have to buy all of that stuff and then we have 2 of everything...we don't need (or want) 2 of everything unless we are having twins (which we're not). Well, I think I am ready for a nap and I can tell that Ethan for sure is.

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OK...Y'all know I have to do this!

YEAH! I'M IN THE 30's now! Woo-hoo! 39 more days (give or take) and I am going to have a baby boy to hold in my arms...and I am NEVER going to sleep again! :( But, at least I will be NOT sleeping in a house instead of NOT sleeping in a motel. Woo-hoo AGAIN! Oh, and that makes me a little sad at the same time because when the baby comes Ethan will go into Nursery a few weeks later...why won't my kids listen to me...I told them both to just stay at this age and stop growing up....neither one of them are listening to me. I worry about that Sunday. Topher has never had a problem with me leaving him. If I left him with someone and said "This is so-n-so, they are OK." Then he's like "Great! I won't even notice when you leave." But Ethan has never been OK with me leaving him with anyone. He's always worried that I am going to leave him. Especially since after I left him with my Aunt Tamina. Jon and I had to go to his interview without the kids, so we left him with my Aunt for 3 days...he was positive that we were NEVER coming back. He about killed himself getting down the stairs when I came in the door...poor guy. I hope he'll get used to it (if not for his sake, then for the nursery leader's sake).
So as far as the house goes they should have everything taken care of in about 3 weeks (to tlhe day). I am going to send the boys to the people doing the loan and let them take care of 2 kids that don't have anywhere to run around....besides thier legs....and then see how quickly they can get things done. They are being SO very slow. I think that they are going to take as much time as they can possibly get away with.
And, quick question that has NOTHING to do with the house or the baby...Is anyone out there that I know going to the Stampin' Up! convention in Aug. I thought it would be fun to go. It's in SLC (I don't know if that's where they usually have it or not) but I thought since it would be not too far away now and I don't have to be driving 8 hours or more to get there...I thought it would be fun to go. But it would be more fun if I knew someone there. And anyone that went to any of the previous conventions....let me know if it was worth the money.

I wish you ENOUGH!

I got this story on my e-mail. I thought it was so touching that I would share it.

Recently I overheard a Father and Daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said "I love you and I wish you enough."

The Daughter replied "Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed and I wish you enough."

They kissed and the Daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see that he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he invited me in by asking "Did you ever say good bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"

"Yes, I have" I said "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?"

"I am old. And she lives far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral."

"When you were saying goodbye, I heard you say 'I wish you enough' may I ask what that means?"

He began to smile "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." He paused for a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. "When we say 'I wish you enough' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them." Then turning to me he shared the following as if reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how grey the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest joys in life appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy you wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all you posses.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye.

Then he began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person. An hour to appreciate them. And a life time to forget them.

To all my friends and loved ones...I wish you ENOUGH.