Tag quilt

So much has been happening lately, but I just wanted to post this real quick. I've been wanting to make a tag quilt for a while now...and yup you guessed it, I finally got a chance to sit down and make one! It actually wasn't as hard/difficult as I thought it would be! Everyone kept saying how hard minky was to work with....but I honestly didn't find it all that difficult! ...maybe it's because i pinned it soooo well :)

Top 10 reason why I think I'm becoming a 'sewaholic'

10. There is a loooooong list of things I want to sew (another quilt for Marshall, re-cover my oven mitts, cute bumper pads for when Paisley moves into the crib, as well as matching crib skirt and a cute little pillow for her room, a bag for Marshall to carry all of 'his' stuff in for church, stockings for our whole family, a 'hot momma' apron, a new camera strap etc...)

9. I have used my sewing machine more in the last two months than I have in my entire life!

8. I've been doing more sewing lately than scrapbooking!

7. Seriously thinking about getting a leash for Marshall so I can actually go into a fabric store for more than 5 minutes without him running up and down the isles!

6. Just thinking about sewing makes me happy

5. I surf the internet looking for cute fabric

4. I get all giddy inside when I finish something

3. I now know who Amy Butler is

2. Instead of waisting my time of Facebook, I now waist it 'blog surfing' other people's blogs seeing what things they sew. My favourite one so far is This and That

1. In the middle of the night after I'm done feeding Paisley, I can't quite get back to sleep because i'm thinking of all the things I could sew/make

...My name is Karley and that is why I think I am becoming a sewaholic!

Finally

I have been wanting to make a pillow for Marshall for a while now, and it is finally done! I'm so impressed with myself (yay for self praise!). I made two pillow cases for him, a cute turtle one and one out of the same material I made his quilt with (I had just enough too!). My wonderful Mother-in-law was nice enough to give me some of the material she uses to make pillows and enough stuffing to go inside it! I can't wait for him to use it tonight!!



I've also had this idea for a scrapbook page ever since I took this picture of Marshall...which was waaaaay back in Jan of 2008!! I've finally gotten to it, and I love it...mostly because I LOVE this picture of Marshall AND because it has the lyrics to one of my most favorite songs, by my most favorite country group! (Rascal Flatts - My Wish)



Here are the lyrics:

I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,
And each road leads you where you want to go,
And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,

But more than anything, more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
And you always give more than you take.

But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

Lil Miss P

I had the opportunity this week to get some pictures done of our little girl! I must say I am so impressed with them. Mandy did such a great job! I've always been interested in photography, but seeing her able to do this in her own home, gave me such ideas!! I'm so inspired! I want to go and take some photography courses now, and start something of my own! Maybe I'll finally put my college days to good use!! Even if it's just the fact that I can take better pictures of my own children it would be worth it to me. Like they say - a picture is worth a thousand words!!

Well here are a few!!









for the rest of them go to my Facebook or click on this link

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=136023&id=502431061&l=118e1697c2

Big M - Our Lil GQ

Marshall cracks me up sometimes...okay so it's the majority of the time. Half of the time I don't know where he gets this stuff!

A couple of Sunday's ago I was taking pictures of Marshall and Irish all dressed up for church.



I just wanted one more of him, a close up. But he kept moving. So I asked him to go and stand in front of the wall so I could take one more picture of him...and this is what he did...all on his own!




Once I realized what he was doing, I started laughing so hard, I could barely stop!! I just keep wondering, where did he see this or where did he get it from!!

I love this little boy so much!!

The icing on the cake!

So you are probably thinking "as if anything else could happen this week!"...That is what I thought!!

Saturday night (August 1st) I had my friend over to work on some sewing stuff. It works great cause she has a boy the same age as Marshall, and they are pretty much best friends...whether it is by choice or just due to the fact that we hang out all the time, we don't know...but they play so well together!!

By the time Irish calls me to come and pick him up from work, they are still at our house. So without thinking I grab my keys and go (this is around 11:30pm).

I get to the limo shop and wait for him to finish cleaning up. I was going get into the passenger seat, but I thought I would give Irish a break from driving, since that is pretty much what he had been doing for the past two days.

We are on our way home and stopped at a red light. I notice there is a police car behind me, but think nothing of it. Once the light turns green, I go, and see red and blue flashing lights in my mirror. I get over to the right lane...and he changes lanes behind me!!

I ask Irish, "The light was green, was it not?!?...What did I do?"

I pull over and stop. The officer comes up to the window and tells me that the reason he is pulling me over is because the registration on the car has expired. Both Irish and I reply "What? I thought we had till August 4th" He says "No, it expired July 31st" (which was the day before).

He then asks for my license and registration. I immediately feel incredibly stupid...as I totally forgot to grab my license before I left the house. So I give the officer our registration and insurance papers...and sheepishly tell him I don't have my license.

He goes back to his car, and a couple min later he comes back to my window and tells me that I have two offenses. 1-driving without my license and 2- driving with expired registration. He says he's not going to charge me for the expired registration or tow the car, but he is going to give me a ticket for driving without my license.

You wanna know how much that ticket is?!? A whopping $170. It took everything within me not to cry in front of the officer.

Maybe I should have started bawling, and explained to him I just had a baby and told him all about the week that I just had!!

Now that I think of it, I was planning on taking care of renewing our registration and insurance this past week so that it was all renewed before August....But then Paisley decided to come and I TOTALLY forgot!!! YIKES!!

...and the story continues!!

So just when I think that nothing else could go wrong in the post-delivery recovery process, due to having a D&C right after having our little Paisley girl, I was wrong.

Very early Wednesday morning (July 29th around 1:30am) i'm up and feeding my lil peanut. Once she was done I did a diaper change, wrapped her back up and put her in her play pen. I then go to the washroom...

*Here is where you stop reading if you don't wanna hear about placenta tissue and blood*

and I discharge a huge glob. For a couple seconds I don't know what to do...I really don't want to get it out of the toilet...but figure I better!! Good thing we had some very long DQ blizzard spoons in our utensil drawer!!

I 'fish' it out and this thing it big! I'm talking 3" long and 1.5" wide. I get Irish up to get his opinion on what to do. I then make the call to Health Link (such a great thing!!) and after many questions and some 'experiments' the nurse tells me it's placenta tissue and that I need to see my Dr. within 24 hours.

That morning i am able to get in right away with my Dr who schedules an ultrasound for me that day....and this is where the waiting game begins!

I was told that my Dr should have the results in 3 hours...so I anxiously await a phone call...which doesn't come that day. The next morning I call in to see if they have my results...I just want to know either way!! The receptionist tells me that the results are on his desk and he has signed them (so at least we know that he's looked at them!). She tells me he is just in with a patient and will talk to him asap and then call me back.

An hour or so later she calls me and lets me know that he's not concerned with the results.

SO I now think i'm in the clear!!...wrong again....maybe?!

Today (Friday July 31st) is Paisley's first doctors appointment. We go to see our Dr (who by the way is Dr. Meyer, and he is the best doctor EVER!!) He checks her out, weighs her (she's now up to 5lbs 15oz!) and then asks me how i'm doing. He tells me that if I have an increase in flow or experiance any gushes of blood to call him right away, because the ultrasound showed that there might still be a little bit of tissue left, but not enough to be concerned.

OH and did I mention that Irish is not in lethbridge?...No he's doing a limo drive in calgary today AND tomorrow (saturday)...so he's spending the night in Calgary.

So I go and pick Marshall up from our friends place (The coolest friends EVER), go to my old work and show Paisley off, then go back home and have some lunch. A little while after we get home Paisley wants to eat, so I sit down and start to feed her...then I start to feel some gushing...from you know where. All I can think is "oh no...this can't be good" I go to the bathroom and sure enough i've just gushed some blood.

I call my Dr's office right away and he calls a gynaecologist, who tells him that instead of sending me in for another D&C right away, to try something first. SO my Dr faxes a perscription to a drug store and tells me to go pick it up and then go straight to his office.

At this time i'm watching our friends boy while they went to go and get a SIN card. I'm also somewhat emotional...okay i'm crying, and just wishing Irish was home with me! I call up my friends and explain what happened. They get to me as soon as they could. I am so greatful for wonderful friends like them and for the power of the priesthood! I asked Kipp for a blessing and he gave me one! Afterwords I felt more at peace, and knew everything was happening for a reason, and that it would all be okay! That Heavenly Father would be watching over me. I leave as soon as I can, pick up the perscription and then head over to my Dr's office.

So what happens now are these tablets that I just picked up...are going to be put in my cervix. Ya! They are suppose to make my cervix contract and if there is anything left in me, hopefully make it un-attach itself! He warns me that it will feel like i'm having mini contractions and that it is okay for me to take pain relievers. He also tells me that if after 3 hours I have any increase to my flow, or any more gushes to call him (he gave me his home and cell number) and then head to Emergency for a D&C and he would let them know I was on my way.

I go home....and wait for the contractions to start....almost 3 hours later and nothing has happened. I call to see if that is good or bad. He (my Dr) says that he isn't too sure, but he is more concerned about my blood flow, and tells me again to call him immediatley if I have any more gushing.

About half an hour after I called the office, I get up to go to the bathroom....and the contractions start!! Luckily I have great friends and they stayed with me allllll afternoon and evening, incase something happened!!

I am currently having them off and on...but no more gushes as of yet!!

I hope I can write 'The End' to this story shortly! But Paisley is eating well and gaining weight, so that is more than I can ask for!!

The Paisley Story

This one is all about Paisley and the progression on how she came into our family. So if you don't want to read about labour and delivery...then stop now.

I think where it all started is Thursday July 23rd. Irish got home from work early and suggested we go walk around the mall. Marshall was excited because we told him he could drive his own car around (those little carts they have to push your kids around). After spending a couple of hours walking around, we headed home. We arrived home to an OVEN. Our upstairs was soooo hot! We had been thinking about the possibility of switching Marshall's room to downstairs, and when we walked in to the oven we thought we better switch it (maybe he will even sleep better)!!

So we got started switching Marshall's room downstairs and my craft/irish's lego room upstairs. We got all of Marshall's things into the room and semi set up before it was time to go to our ward's Pioneer picnic!

That night...allll night I had minor back pain. I thought it was maybe from too much activity that day (walking at the mall, going up and down the stairs switching rooms, etc). It didn't even occur to me that I could be starting contractions until 6:30 that morning when Irish's alarm went off (and a back pain had just ended), he pressed snooze (which is for 5 min later) and when the alarm went off the second time my back started hurting again. When Irish's snooze went off the third time and it was starting up again...I told Irish he better go put the car seat in the car, before he left for work!! After an hour of watching the clock and contractions being an average of 5 min apart I went up stairs and told Irish I didn't think it was a good idea that he went to work that day. I ate something, and then jumped in the shower to see if things would slow down or if it would continue. Sure enough after the shower I was still experiencing the back pain.

I wanted to stay at home as long as I could before going to the hospital. I was still unsure if I was actually having contractions or not...as I still wasn't experiencing anything in the front. We spent the morning watching 'Horton Hears a Who' and 'Kung Fu Panda' with Marshall!

Contractions were becoming an average of 2.5 min to 3 min apart, lasting on average a minute. I was walking around up stairs when the phone rang and Irish answered it. He came upstairs saying it was for me...but at that moment I was having a contraction and told him to take a message! Turns out it was a nurse from the hospital calling to book a time for me to come in and pre-register at the hospital!! Irish told her "uhh, well she's actually going into labour right now..." to which her response was "...okay...I guess we will see you later today"

We had realized that we were running extremely low on diapers for Marshall...so after this phone call Irish asked me if I would be okay if he ran to Costco and got diapers. I told him "I think I'll be okay, just go there and come right back!!"

So not too long after Irish leaves to make a diaper, nursing pad run I have a contraction that lasts a minute and a half! I grab my phone and text him saying "I think we should go to the hospital as soon as you get back"

So in between contractions I change Marshall's diaper, get him dressed, finish packing my bag for the hospital and a bag for Marshall. We dropped Marshall off at our friends place (Kipp and Laura Boehme) around noon and head straight for the hospital.

The whole drive there (all 5 minutes of it) I just kept thinking 'I don't want to get sent home, I don't want to get sent home'. We arrive at emergency and go straight up to labour and delivery. Up until now, I hadn't been emotional at all, but as soon as we got off the elevator going down the hallway to the labour and delivery unit...I start to cry, I don't know why, but I cried!

They put me in an assessment room and check me. To my surprise the nurse tells me i'm 5 cm! (Which means I'M STAYING). I was placed in delivery room #1....cause I am #1...haha!

I spent the next couple of hours in the shower. The hot water felt great. Which is weird cause with Marshall the shower didn't do anything for me! In between contractions Irish and I were talking, he was cracking jokes, and we were both laughing...I thought to my self..."Should I actually be here yet? Do I have a long ways to go?!?!" Once I got closer to 'the end' I needed something for the pain! Morphine was my friend.

The nurse kept checking on us and told me that if I felt any pressure on my bum, or the urge to push that I was to call her right away and get out of the shower. The first time I felt pressure I got out and she checked me and I was about 7 cm. The second time she was about to check me, but I felt like I had to puke. So she waited...and was like "I think this is the 8 cm puke"...which never came. So once that 'died' down, she checked me and I was 8 going on 9 cm. They called the Doctor (Dr. Malach - who's office is right across the street from the hospital). He arrived and he was like "Okay Karley, you can start pushing anytime"

Now the weird thing here is that I still hadn't felt the urge to push, I just had the pressure in my bum. But with Marshall, I had the urge to push, and they kept telling me not to push (REALLY hard to do!!)

...So I gave it my best shot! Now up until now, I had kept it pretty much together! I was pretty calm and not very vocal. BUT once I started pushing...I guess you could say 'I lost it!' I think I was grabbing Irish's arm, and shirt...pretty much whatever I could get my hands on...until I had to use my hands to grab my legs.

Between my screaming, Irish trying to say the right thing, my nurse 'coaching' me, and my Dr and his residency Dr discussing things between them, I could barely process what anyone was telling me. I could hear my Dr. saying "Okay Karley give us a nice big push, hold that breath, and push...come on keep pushing" and then it felt like the next second he was saying "no stop, nice small pushes, that's it, just small ones" It's all kind of a blur and I remember just not being able to concentrate. Until my nurse said "Karley, you need to relax your legs" and then the next thing she said was "Karley, Karley - Look down"....so (I think I pretty much had my eyes closed during the whole pushing thing) I opened my eyes looked down and I could see this little head, and with one more push @ 2:36pm our baby girl was born (18 days early) weighing 6lbs 1oz, measuring 18 3/4" long....and what felt like forever....was probably the longest 4 minutes of my life!

They placed this beautiful tiny baby on my tummy. All I remember is she felt so incredibly warm and soft. For some reason I remember the smell, and I never thought it would be like this, but she smelled so good. I had a huge rush of emotions and began to cry....again....but these were happy tears! (and somewhere in there Irish was able to cut the cord).

I kept thinking to myself and telling Irish "We have a girl....Irish we have a baby girl"

And then this whole beautiful, blissful moment came to a screeching halt when they started pushing on my tummy to get the placenta out! Now my placenta(s) must really like me, as this one didn't want to come out, some of it came out...but it was in chunks. After a while of causing me almost more pain than I was in during labour they decided I better go have a D&C to get all of it out.

I had retained placenta with Marshall as well...although I didn't know it until 4 days after he was born...and it didn't get taken care of until he was a week old...but that is a different story for another time!

After spending almost an hour with my beautiful baby girl, I was taken to the O.R. to have the D&C while my lil girl got to have some bonding time with her Daddy.

Later that evening Marshall was able to come and meet his little sister. The whole thing was really quite cute. At first he kept calling her baby Otto (his cousin who is 2 months older than Paisley), we kept telling him that this is his little sister, the baby that was in mommy's tummy.

He was pretty excited about it. (As you can see from the pictures!)

And that is how it happened!



For more pictures check out our facebook albums.

I surrendered?!

Before we ever had Marshall, I told myself that I would never use a portable potty. There was NO way I was going to deal with that! I didn't like the idea of dumping the 'waste' from one potty to another, when it could just as easily of been done in the big one!

Our first purchase of a toilet seat was the plain blue and white first years one...it was alright except there was not a pee guard...which is a must if you have a boy!



Our second purchase for a toilet seat was a Cars Lightning McQueen one, which Marshall LOVES, and it has the BEST pee guard I've seen so far!...The only problem is that there is no way, even with the help of a stool that Marshall can get on or off (without doing some serious damage) by himself!




After a week and a bit of spending a lot of time sitting on the bathroom floor (I almost began to think we lived in there), I thought, there has to be an easier way! It might not be so bad if I wasn't 37 weeks pregnant...but I AM!

So after talking to some much more experienced potty trainers than myself...I gave in...I surrendered to the portable potty!



And I must say, that it isn't as bad as I thought. In fact it has made potty training on ME a lot easier! Marshall can get on and off by himself, I can continue to proceed with what needs to be done during the day, and Marshall doesn't feel as though he will be missing anything by taking time to go and sit on the potty...as he is right in the middle of all the action!

Although he still doesn't tell me when he needs to go to the bathroom (i hope this comes soon) I am pretty darn proud of my boy! He is filling up is pee and poo chart, and is spending all day (except for nap) in his big boy Lightning McQueen/Spiderman/NBA ginch and LOVES IT!

He did it!

I'm so proud of my little guy right now! He just went #2 on the Potty!! I feel now as if we are going somewhere!! Let's hope this happiness continues all day :)

(Sorry there are no pictures of this one...but I don't think anyone will be too upset!!)

OH what a day...of First's

Yesterday was an eventful day for Marshall! He experienced a lot of first's!

-first real day of being potty trained
-first time falling off the potty (He did hit his head on the counter, but I think it scared him more than anything)
-first accident...not near the potty (After this he went a got a diaper and was 'begging' me to put it on him...)
-first time burning his hand on the stove top element (after I had said "don't touch, it is hot")




...Like I said, it was an eventful day...

This morning we continued with the potty training process. Marshall was pretty excited that he got to wear Lightning McQueen and Mater underwear!! Today he experienced his first time peeing on the potty! He was pretty happy about it and as a result of this he got to put a sticker on his chart, and get a brand new Hot Wheels car....

After breakfast he went back on the potty in hopes that he would do a #2, after being on the potty for at least 25 min we figured he didn't have to go, he said he didn't have to go....only to go and sit up at the table two seconds later and pee all over the chair!

...We aren't quite sure if he is ready for this whole big thing quite yet! We're not stopping all together...just maybe not wearing 'big boy' underwear all day! We will see how it goes!!

Happy Daddy's Day!

Yesterday we had a great day as a family celebrating our Daddy! Marshall of course woke up too early, so thankfully he was satisfied with a movie to let both Mommy and Daddy catch a few more Z's!!

On Sunday's it is our tradition to have pancakes for supper, but this Sunday we were having a joint Father's Day dinner with some friends of ours. So I decided that I would make Irish pancakes for breakfast! Marshall and I tried to have it ready before Irish got out of bed, so that we could give him breakfast in bed...but that plan failed a little! We still had a delicious breakfast of Pancakes topped with yogurt, blueberries, and strawberries along with a strawberry, mango, peach smoothie!!



After Breakfast Marshall and I gave Irish our "appreciation" gift to him. As we both knew, he loved it.



After church we had our good friends over for dinner. Besides the homemade potato and yam fries, I think the highlight was the Skor Cake we had for dessert!! YUMM

Irish, we (Marshall and I) just want you to know that we love and appreciate everything that you do for us. We hope we let you know this not just on Father's day, but everyday!! We love you so much, and enjoy the time we get to spend with you!! Thanks for being such a great Daddy!!

The creative side of me

For the past couple of weeks, I've really been 'getting into' my creative side!! I have finally gotten around to making the magnets that I have been thinking about for ages,



AND just today I finished the burp cloths! I must say I am quite proud of myself...as I have never really thought of myself as the 'sewing type'....but I think I'm somewhat getting addicted to it! I love it, and the feeling I get when I accomplish something! Although I would never have known what to do or where to start if it wasn't for my wonderful Mother-in-law!! (Thank You Momma K!!!)

Birthday time for Big M

Here is the video of Marshall on his birthday when he gets his new basketball net! He's pretty excited!!

Dinner time Z's

Here is a video of Marshall falling asleep while eating supper. He didn't get a nap this day...so that probably explains why he is so tired! (I tried to upload his birthday video as well...but it was taking too long, i'll try again later!)

New playroom and house

This past weekend was pretty eventful for Marshall! Irish cleaned out the storage space under the stairs and we turned it into a new little playroom for him. He thinks it's pretty cool, he can open the doors and turn on the light all by himself. Today (monday) Uncle Jay brought home a big box for Marshall which he turned into a new little house. Marshall had fun coloring on it, and trying to scare us through the windows!

Trains and Quilts

Tonight after supper Irish pulled out a new Lego train set. Marshall was so excited!! At first we had it on the table, and Marshall kept saying "choo choo, round and round". We decided to put it on the floor to see what he would do!! Here are some pics, and one video!!

Also some pictures of the quilt I started and finished in one day, with the help of my Mother-in-law! She knows so much about sewing! I learned how to do lots this day! Now Marshall has a new quilt for the spring/summer! (I just LOVE the colors!!)

"Owie"

So a couple of weekends ago Marshall and I went to High River for the weekend. Irish's sister Niki and her husband Sean were visiting from Victoria. We all had a great time! The Monday after being in High River, (while at the Gym) Marshall asked for a kleenex, his nose was running so I handed him one and he wiped it. Then about 10 min later I look over, only to see him sitting on a stool watching a movie with the kleenex pressed up to his chin. I go over and ask him "Marshall are you okay?" and he looks at me and says "Owie"...so I look at him with a puzzled look and ask "You have an owie?" Thinking that he might have been hit by one of the kids, I check his chin out...and it was just fine. Throughout the day every time he used a kleenex he would always hold it to his chin. This continued onto Tuesday as well. I could not figure out where this was coming from. Tuesday afternoon Irish is asking me why Marshall keeps holding a kleenex to his chin. I tell him I have NO clue....and then it hits me!! While we were visiting in High River, Marshall walked in on Grandpa shaving...which resulted in Grandpa cutting himself...and needing a kleenex for his "owie"....Marshall wanted to be just like his Grandpa...we had a good chuckle over this!!

School, bahball, and no sickness!!

It’s been a while, but I thought right now is better than never.
School is back in session and that means back to studying and having a “part time” relationship with my family. That’s one of the crappiest parts of school. I like spending lots of time with my family, and if I’m at school in classes/labs/studying, there is less family time. So, that’s why I say “part time”.
This year I am taking; Biology 1010, Kinesiology 2200 (Research Methodologies in Physical Activity Involvement), Knes 2000 (Foundations of Motor Skill Acquisition), Knes 2130 (Humanities Dimensions of Physical Activity Involvement), and Computer Science 1000. CS 1000 is my GPA booster this semester. I didn’t know that some University students didn’t know how to “double click”, or what the power button looks like. Do you know what hardware is?! Ya, this has been the lectures so far. Pretty boring. The first class I looked up Physical Therapy schools in the states and played mini golf on addicting games. The last class that I had, my friend and I just chatted the whole time (the funny thing is that we sit by each other). The other classes I have are good. I’ve always had a little battle with Bio, but I think this year will be different.
I’ve been playing basketball the last few weeks and I feel great. There is a church (stake) league going on, and so far we are 3-0. The first 2 games we played we won by over 30 points. Last night’s game was a little different. We won by 10, but we played at the 10th Ave chapel. Their gym is about 50 feet long and 30 feet wide. It was way different than playing in our larger gym. I did get a few injuries. I got a head to my cheek bone, an elbow to my jaw, and got the wind knocked out of me so bad I thought I was going to pass out. The guy that I ran into was about a foot taller than me and about 200 pounds larger than me. Remember watching Steve Nash get creamed by Robert Horry? Thats kinda what I felt like(but I didn’t lose a tooth).
Marshall is doing some really funny things lately. Just a few nights ago I went up to check on him and he was on his back with the covers halfway covering him. I go to move him back onto his tummy, and he starts crying. I tell him “it’s ok, you just need to go to sleep”. He keeps on crying, but I notice that his eyes aren’t open. He gets up on his knees and points to his bed, taps it a few times and then finally stops crying. His eyes are still shut, and he starts nodding off. I had to try my hardest not to laugh!! I think he was acting out his dream. We watch basketball highlights every morning on the lap-top and now, when he gets up I ask him what he wants. I assume he will say “nana” (for banana), or point to his sippy cup. NO WAY- he says “ i wan bahball... pees” (please). What a cutie!
Karley is doing great! We were just talking last night and she hasn’t been nauseous in a while, and we are almost over 3 months, so we think she is done being sick. She wasn’t near as sick as she was being pregnant with Marshall.
Have a great one- You know what my motto is “hey- I got some time to kill .........” (only a few people will get this one)

New Years!!

We have been married for 4 New Years Eve's, but only spent 1 together. Driving limo, I have to drive that night. We usually do the Average Joe's Sports Bar party. It doesn't get bad, but I'd sooner spend the night with my wife. So here is how it went. We have been in Calgary/High River since the 23rd. I left on the 30th so I didn't have to drive during the day and at night (if I did drive home on the 31st). So I got home the 30th. I cleaned the house, put things away and shoveled the snow! I decided to stay up as late as I could that night so that I could be more awake while I was driving the limo. It worked out. I stayed up til 3:30 building lego and watching Seinfeld, then finally went to sleep.
Have you heard of the country singer Julian Austin? Well, I drove him last night and was very impressed. He was so nice to me!! I took a few local celebrities and they treated me like dirt. I also took a punk band called Anti-Flag once and they were total jerks! Anyways, back to Julian. I drove him to the sports bar and waited. I went in to listen. Let me start out by saying- I STRONGLY dislike country music! I'm not going to say that he was bad, but it was not for me. He did however play Pink Floyds "Leave the Kids Alone" and it was awesome. He gave a shout out to me which was pretty cool.
I drove a few people ome before I took him and his band back to the hotel. We took some pictures and then that was it. I didn't get home until 4 in the morning. I don't like getting home that late because then I'm up for a while after that. I tried falling asleep to a movie and I think it worked. I remember waking up and it was on the main dvd menu.
Not a bad night. I worked for 6 hours, and got 250 in tips! Pretty cool!!
I hope your new year is a good one. I only have one suggestion for you- DON'T MAKE A NEW YEARS RESOLUTION!!!!!! If you do, I promise you you wont be doing it come February!