Pregnancy and I...

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A Visit From Aunt Aubree and Cousin Keaton

A few weeks ago we were privileged to get a visit from Ammon's sister Aubree and her little boy Keaton. Although it was only for two days, it was so nice to get a taste of family. You knew it was a special occasion because Ammon was willing to take Friday off to spend it with us, well most of Friday, he worked three hours in the morning. Friday was fun filled, we spent the day at Discovery Gateway, a children's museum in Salt Lake, gave Aubree her first taste of sweet pork salad (a Utah favorite), and spent the night enjoying the weather outside. Thanks for coming to visit Aubree! Now for the slew of pictures that were taken.

I think Ammon could have played at this ball and tube wall forever creating intricate pathways, Kent just thought putting a ball through two connected tubes was cool.

Both boys enjoyed this exhibit that had more balls and tubes with the added effect of suction.

Suprisingly Kent loved to play "house", or maybe he was just hungry.

Harvesting vegetables

Feeding a horse

Kent loved the water attractions.

Family picture in the playhouse

More balls and tubes

Kent could have pulled this dog around all day.

Group picture with the life flight helicopter

Playing with dad

Visiting Keaton in the little "birdhouse"

Ammon and I built a cage around Kent with the waffle blocks. He wasn't too fond of it, but we thought it was pretty neat.

Our little boy is growing up.

Kent loves the popcorn toy, and always wants to take it outside. I am sure it drives everyone around us crazy.

Aunt Aubree and Keaton enjoying a little drive.

This is how the boys ate breakfast; Keaton in the high chair, Kent on the table, both sets of eyes glued to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on the computer.

Build-A-Bear (or a dog in our case)

For Easter my parents gave Kent a gift certificate to Build-A-Bear in Salt Lake. We thought this would make a fun outing and took a trip down last month. You start by picking out what kind of animal you would like to stuff. Kent fell in love with the dogs.


We picked a jack russel terrier.


Kent pushed the pedal to help stuff it, then placed the heart inside. Putting the heart in was by far his favorite part, he even went back to grab a second heart to put in.


The dog has not been out of his sight since.

Plugged In/It's a Girl

So I guess I should start this post by saying we found out last week we are having a little GIRL at the end of September. I am excited and Ammon is nervous. He had said, "I don't know what I am going to do with a girl." He is so funny and I am sure the little girl will have him wrapped around his little finger. Ammon let me buy one outfit at Gymboree on Friday, but when I asked to go into Old Navy he said no. He is so funny, but he knows me so well, I could spend a small fortune on girl clothes. He works hard for his money and I work equally hard not to spend it.

Next I just thought I would share a funny picture. This is how I found Ammon's headphones the other day. Little did we know music comes from doorknobs.

Hoppy Easter!

Easter weekend ended up being different than what we expected. Lance was coming down from Rexburg and I was excited to take Kent to his first Easter egg hunt and then take Lance to Boondocks to play. Little did we know my appendix had other plans. Although I didn't get to do any of the planned activities, we did get to have my mom here for Easter which was a pleasant surprise. Ammon and Lance took Kent to the Easter egg hunt on Saturday morning, while Mom stayed home to help me out. Since they knew he would be slower than the other kids, they ran him to the end of the field to pick up eggs before the other kids got there. Little did they know the 8 or so eggs they collected each had a coupon for a free kid's meal at Sizzler. We had a pretty good laugh about that. Kent did score some fruit snacks, so he was happy.

On Sunday, we did get out of the house for a few hours to partake of Easter dinner with my great-aunt's family. We hope you all had a great Easter and were able to reflect on the reason in which we celebrate.

Yes I did wake Ammon up to take Kent to the Easter egg hunt (notice the hair).

Showing Uncle Lance his egg

With his basket

A common thing Easter weekend was waking Ammon and Lance up. They stayed up playing a game called Portal till the wee hours of the morning. I refused to let Kent suffer because they played. This picture says it all, "Uncle Lance, open your eyes, this is exciting!"

Kent loved the gold wrapping on the Rolos.

Beginning of checking out his Easter basket.

The aftermath of checking everything out.

Where to Start? (Long post feel free not to read)

We have had quite the last few weeks around here. We finally got Kent casted again the Monday following my previous post. It was a traumatic experience for him as they did some x-rays again without me in the room. It was just him, the nurse, and the rad-tech, and you could hear him crying all the way down the hall. I decided to go to the bathroom during that time so I didn't have to hear him scream. They were so good with him and made it quick. His bone is growing back, but not enough yet. So now (just as expected) he is casted to his armpit. At least it is waterproof and comes off in about two weeks.

That same week on Wednesday I started to feel some abdominal pain around 10 in the morning. I thought it was just round ligament pain associated with pregnancy and went on with my day. As I laid down for my nap (yes I still nap everyday, and yes I know that won't last when I have another kid), I noticed I couldn't lay on either side because the pain was too bad. After I woke up my lower-right abdomen was tender to the touch. It went on throughout the evening, and since Ammon had to go out for some church meetings I decided to go to my great aunt's house while he was gone. On the way there I texted my friend Sarah who had had an appendicitis last year and asked her about the symptoms. They were very similar to what I was experiencing, although my pain was a little higher on my abdomen. After some research I found out that appendix pain in found higher in pregnant women. So at this time I was toying with the idea of having an appendicitis and called my mom to joke with her about flying down to take care of me. Little did we know that it did not end up being a joke at all. I got ready for bed that night and just as I laid down the pain got to the point where I knew I had to get it checked out. No longer was this just a "pregnancy pain".

So I bid farwell to Ammon who stayed home with Kent while he slept and drove myself to the hospital. It was okay going by myself because I knew the ER visit was going to be at least 6 hours and I didn't want to inconvenience anyone but myself. Plus, if it turned out being nothing, I wanted Ammon to be rested at work. However, after some blood work that showed an elevated white blood cell count, an ultrasound showing an inflamed appendix, and the pain they decided I needed surgery. At this time it was 1 in the morning and I called Ammon (it took two calls to get him coherent), my parents (who started making flight preperations for my mom), my grandma (to make sure it was okay to call her sister in the middle of the night), and my great aunt/grandma's sister (to come stay with Kent). I felt the worst about that last one - who calls their great aunt in the middle of the night to ask, "Would you might coming and sleeping on your great niece's couch and watching your great-great nephew?" As it turned out they were all more upset about the fact that I took myself to the hospital than they were about getting called in the middle of the night, but whatever.

I went into surgery at about 3 and don't remember anything really until much later that morning. I have recovered pretty well, just a little sore still. My mom just left today, and we would not have been able to do it without her. I can't lift Kent for 4 weeks, so we worked on training him to get in and out of his highchair and the car seat. Our only hiccup came with the stairs. The kid has no concept of stairs and feels as if he can just step off and fall to get to where he wants to go. And since we really don't want any more broken bones, we are currently stuck only going as far as the front door. Oh well.

This is the only picture I have to go with this post. It shows Kent's blue cast and bit of evidence that my mom was here - a blow up mattress and a grandkid favorite: the iPad.

What's Missing From These Pictures?

Yep that's right, Kent! Kent decided that he was not getting enough attention while I was in Tai Pan the other day and decided to bide his time by working his lovely cast off. When it hit the floor I had originally thought he had knocked something off of a table that he could reach, but instead I looked down to see his cast. In disbelief I immediately tried to put it back on, but of course that wasn't happening, so I threw it in my purse, quickly checked out while making sure he didn't do anything stupid with his arm, and called Ammon to see how close he was to meeting us. Luckily Ammon was right outside the doors and we zipped over to the Layton Clinic (we were on our way to Salt Lake for the night and didn't want to head back north 30 minutes to solve our little problem) where they so nicely splinted it for us. We go in on Monday to get him recasted. This time it will be a full arm one he cannot pull off, not to mention blue because the red just isn't doing it for us.