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I thought it was about time I changed my blog to something else! We are finally a week free of the plague. It took Savannah 2 weeks to get over it. I was pretty ornery about it by the end. We're all grateful its over. Now she is getting her eye teeth. I know what you're thinking....she hasn't had them this whole time. No. So she is kinda grumpy lately and in short supply of patience. At the grocery store, Super 1, they have car carts. Its basically a shorter version of your average cart and then this plastic car on the front for kids to sit in and make them think they are driving. I'm sure you've seen something like it before I don't know why I'm giving a description. Anyway Savannah loves these things. We have a 2 yr old moment when they're not available at the grocery store. But usually she gets over it pretty quick. Not lately though.....its more of a long moment of screaming. And not just at the grocery store. Something in her little head decided all stores we enter should have car carts. And no matter how hard she cries its not enough to conjure up one. The scene usually is something like this. I try to calmly explain that they don't have car carts here. We'll just use this kind of cart. And then my pregnant self will try to heft a struggling 2 year old into the front of the regular cart. However when she knows I'm placing her in the wrong cart she screams louder and then tucks her legs awkwardly so I end up holding her suspended above until I can get her legs straightened out and get her seated. Its in this position I try to use the mommy voice about not throwing fits and screaming. But I'm so out of breath (pregnant 7 and 1/4 months) that I don't sound very convincing. Once she is finally in the seat I am hot, red faced, and struggling to catch my breath. Still unable to express my disappointment in her verbally. So I rely on the stern face to get the point across until I can squeak out a "that is naughty Savannah. No no!" By this point she is pretty much over it and the only evidence that remains is one alligator tear lingering below her eye and the occasional shuddering breath from crying. It just goes to show how much she really does run my life as much as I like to think I am the boss.

"My piggy and me!"

Here is Savannah at 7 months sleeping on the couch with new piggy. His tail still curled then and he was very plush and had the softest pink fur. She loved to play with his tail as she fell asleep. And she still does to this day. There is very little they don't do together.







I made the mistake of answering the phone while Savannah was in the tub. Upon returning I found this. She explained to me "piggy....tubby, in!" And the picture shows the desperate clutch she had when I tried to take piggy away.

Piggy got to stay. I washed Savannah.

Savannah washed piggy. Everybody wins.

Then once piggy was dry... they took a nap.

THE END

The Black Plague

This illness is never gonna leave us alone! Savannah is now sick with it. I thought she got it a little the first time...not that having it once is enough in our family. We have the Black Plague at our house. I really feel like crying as I'm typing. I don't know wether to laugh or cry. It's been 3 weeks of this nasty thing. Savannah has been so brave and down right detemined to not let it get her down. Five minutes after throwing up she is bouncing around the living room happy as can be. She is my hero....I did not feel like bouncing at any point! I guess the most challenging part of her being sick is she doesn't understand to throw up in a designated area like a bucket, or a toilet. I'm the meanest mom shoving her head down over this bucket and saying "Its okay honey, mommy's here" as she is forcefully trying to push the bucket away. Meanwhile I am having dizzy spells (I feel like an old woman saying it like that). I pretty much always have a low blood count but its a little more pronounced when I'm pregnant....and even more pronounced when I've been up all night with a two year old. I almost passed out in Super 1 today, I think I scared the cashier to death....poor woman. She helped me to a bench and got me a cool compress. I felt so stupid. And there is Savannah crying in the store worried about me when she is the one throwing up all day. So today I have a great respect and love for mothers all over the world. My mom is amazing I can't even touch the amount of times shes battled the ugly world of sick children. I woke up today feeling very much in awe of her. How did she do it? Then she says to me...." thats just what you do...you do what you have to for your kids because you love them, theres just no question."

So Sick of being Sick!!!

I think I'm done being sick now. I have been to the hospital twice in less than a week and a half. I'm done being poked and I'm done running for the bathroom....I've done my time. To those of you I have infected I want to send my sincerest apologies. I know the misery you've been through. Everyone is pretty stumped about how you can get what I got twice. So they're checking on some other possibilities....yuck! This time at least I had a perscription for nausea medicine that I started taking immediately upon feeling icky. So the good news is I didn't ever throw up the 2nd time. The bad news is that evidently all that I ingested had to come out some way....if it wasn't coming out my mouth it was gonna find another avenue and it did. Unfortunately I became just as dehydrated as I did the time before. My baby doctor ordered me to the hospital when I said that I was feeling like I was going to pass out even though I was laying down. Two liters of saline later I got to come home and still make frequent visits to the potty. Now I am a little more balanced and am feeling really tired but not so sick anymore. I am tired of the BRAT diet which is bananas, rice, applesauce, toast and am now aloud to eat a little more variety of food. I want to thank everyone who is offered to help run errands and cook my family meals, even do my dishes and laundry....what dear friends I have. Thanks!
I'm pretty sure now I'm on the mend! Just in time for Halloween! Yay!

Happy 2nd Birthday! September 10, 2007

We had a party for Savannah at the park just a few blocks from our house. I made the horsey cake by cutting a rectangle cake in a particular pattern and then used Laffy Taffy rope in purple and pink for hair. I had lots of fun! And she loved it which made it even better!

During present opening time the first gift she opened with lots of help was from her friends Kelsie and Griffin and it was a pack of 3 pairs of dress up shoes! She couldn't open another present until she had a pair of those shoes on. Then she ran around for the rest of the party wearing them. They knew she loved shoes because every time we go to visit them the first thing she does is ditch her shoes and proceeds to try on everyone elses (she does this every where she goes).

"These Are My Jewels!"

I ran across this cool story in the LDS living magazine may/june 07 edition. It was in an article on choosing motherhood over a career...a choice many women have faced. In a little side note this story is related and I really liked it.
"Cornelia Scipionis Aficana (born ca 190 bc) is considered the perfect example of a virtuous Roman woman and a loving, devoted mother. She married Tiberius Sempronius Gracchas, a powerful Roman politician, and together they had twelve children- very uncommon by Roman Standards.
Legend had it that after a noble Roman woman questioned Cornelia about her choice of dress and personal adornment, which was far more understated than most Roman women of her rank and station, Cornelia motioned to her children and said, "These are my jewels!"
Romans admired her exemplary virtues, and when she died at age ninety, they dedicated a statue in her honor-the first one attributed to a non-mythological woman."


I thought that was so cool. Here are a few pictures of my jewels...

The last pregnancy...we'll see whats in store this time

Here I am pregnant with Savannah at my baby shower. This was a couple weeks before she was born. They are measuring me with toilet paper squares...I don't remember now how many it took to get around me. And for any of you wondering that is Silver Tolman standing next to me...sorry Silver I didn't ask your permission to post your picture.

This cutie is Joe as a baby I'm not sure how old he is... my guess would be pretty close to a year between 9 and 12 months I just wanted everyone one to see what baby chase could possibly look like. Darling!