My Buddy

I confess, I've been cursing the Provo school district ever since I found out they don't offer all day kindergarten. Tuck is a hard little dude; I sometimes consider him 2 kids wrapped in one.

He too was disappointed that he couldn't go all day, like his sister. I'll admit, so was I.

But now that he's gone every morning from 8:30-11:20 I've found that I have nothing to do with myself. No errands to run. No shopping to do. No friends to play with. Nothing to sew. There's only so much to clean. I'd been reading one book after another but I felt the need to be productive. And to think of an entire day to fill...I try not to.

And then I realized half day kindergarten isn't a curse but a blessing!! I SO look forward to 11:10 when I leave to go get my buddy! That's what Tuck and I are, buddies.

We do homework, eat lunch together, bake together, play games, go on bike rides, go on cheap dates to Costco for a hot dog, snuggle on the couch, read, laugh, work on his climbing tree, eat junk food, go to the library. I'm so glad I have him. Really, I'd be lost without him.

So Provo school district, my most sincere apologies. Turns out I'm the one with the malfunction.

Gone Fishin'

Look at that scenery! Tuck was lucky enough to go fishin' with his Grandpa over the summer. Oh was he in Heaven. He had an amazing time and quickly became obsessed with fishing. I think these pictures say more than words. It meant a lot to Tuck to spend precious one on one time with his Grandpa. I'm glad I spied on their date to get these priceless photos.

Although Tucker didn't personally catch a fish he felt quite triumphant when Grandpa did.

They brought the fish home and cooked it. Tuck was thrilled to eat his very own fish that HE caught, well... that Gramps caught.

4th of July

We had a lovely and much cooler 4th of July this year. Who knew Provo was SO into this holiday. It ended up being a 4 day celebration. We BBQ'd with the Andersons in Sundance, went to the Provo parade, and lit fireworks- because that's legal here. Of course the blondies were dressed head to toe in red white and blue. I made Tatum's skirt, isn't it cute. And yes, it twirls rather well!

Tuck was deliciously handsome and being the stinker that he is would only allow 2 pictures to be taken. I wanted to smooch him ALL day!

I love, love this picture!! It's rare to get a picture they both look great in. Aren't they precious!!!

Y Mountain

Back in July our friends the Skidmores were in town and we thought it'd be fun to hike Y Mountain together. It was a lovely morning...wish I could say the same about the hike. Thought I was going to die. While it's a relatively short hike it's straight up and seems never ending.

Tucker was prepared with his cleats, he insisted on wearing them. Even with them his sissy side took over and he whined and cried so Chris carried him on his back for more than half of the hike. Chris said is was a great workout!!

Tatum was an animal. She ran the majority of the way and was mighty proud of herself. Quite impressive! I was pretty sure I was going to die right there on the mountain and then she runs it. She woke up the next day and said she slept on her bunz wrong because they really hurt. We had a good laugh about that. I explained that they were sore from running straight up. :)

Because Tucker worked so hard he was starving.

Us and the Skidmores.

The view from the top was lovely, pretty sure I'll never see it again.

My Plans

Plan B
* Raise healthy, well balanced children
* Run a marathon...some day
* Send my boys off on missions
* Watch my children be married in the temple
* Go on a mission with my hubby
* Own my home free and clear
* Go back to school and get a degree
* Excel at sewing
* Travel the world
* Have a years supply of food
* Raise children who value education and graduate college
* Live to experience the joy of being a grandparent
* Watch my savings account grow
* Grow old and wrinkly with my hubby
* Die of ripe, old age

Plan A

* Do whatever the Lord has planned for me.

A Melt Down

So there I was at a routine dr.'s appointment, everything still looking and sounding great, when the dr. asks, "Is there anything you're concerned about?" Oh Yes, I said and went on to explain that I had my first 2 babies 10 days early and with my due date being January 15th I'm extremely worried that again I'll go into labor 10 days early and have this baby on January 5th, which is the day Jersey died. I asked again to be induced before the 5th to prevent them from sharing this anniversary.

He kindly told me, again, that they don't induce before 39 weeks.

My chin started quivering, my eyes started watering, I could feel my face begin to redden as I shook my head like I understood, which I do, completely. Then deep from my toes the sobs started. I sat there sobbing, uncontrollably; the harder I tried to get a grip the harder I cried. Between my pathetic sobbing I asked him to please change my due date so we could induce as baby is measuring 8 days bigger.

He said no, it wouldn't be right.

And then I begged, begged him to take pity on me, that I wouldn't persist if it was any date other than THAT date. For the record, it's really hard to make a convincing point when you can hardly speak and when you're trying to control yourself. I begged him to not let them share.

He said he was on my side, he really was. BUT they have to do what's best for baby.

Sobbing, still, I asked him to please make an exception that they can't share THAT date. That surely he understands.

He said he did that he really wanted to help. He said every week all the doctors in the practice sit down and discuss their patients and that he'd discuss my case to see if they could come up with something. He said my mental health is also important.

Maybe I was looking mental to him. Maybe my tears were making a bigger statement than my pleading.

Really, what else is there to come up with other than inducing me!! I feel like I have a legitimate concern, like they shouldn't even be fighting me on this. I know if I was at home with the amazing Dr. Huish he'd do anything for me including inducing. I feel like I've plead my case with very valid points, it's not like I'm asking to be delivered because I'm tired of being pregnant. I feel like my hands are tied and I'm at their mercy. A friend suggested petitioning to the hospital for an exception. I guess desperate times call for desperate measures and so I'll be writing a letter. Hopefully I won't sound to mental... or maybe I want to!

Sneaky!

But not really! Being that I'm the Grandma-Nonnie...I have taken a personal liberty and without permission have tiptoed in the back door to post pics of Tatum and Tucker...in what might have been their first day of school attire and appearance. On a lovely morning in August, feeling like Mrs. Claus herself...I opened up my luggage, and the blondies got to try on some new school stuff and sport their new backpacks. (Tatum's came with a most lovely Tinkerbell glitter sash that velcroed across the front. Heidi, upon seeing it, told me to hide it and get rid of it-she was worried that Tatum would instantly love it and need it to adorn her school fashions every day! Oh I hid it....showed it to Tatum later and told her it was special and to save it for the first day of school. She pulled it out the night of Meet your Teacher....hehehehe) Tuck was immediately thrilled with his own pair of scissors!

I do NOT have pics of the lovely glitter sash...a fierce regret! But...I do have the above pics of my beautiful blondies.

Shhhhhhhhh......Shaunna