One Night

Here is a regular night for us these days:

Em and Jesse in bed by 8.

Brighton usually asleep by 10 (we enjoy time with him while the others are muted :))

We crawl into bed by 11.

Brighton up at 3.

Ty up for work at 5.

Brighton up at 6:30

Em and Jesse at 7:30.

They are doing pretty good now I think I just need to go to bed earlier. 

Why are they staring at me...

I had a dr appointment today and had to get a chest x-ray before. Anyways, I was waiting for my x-ray to print and I noticed these two women across the room from me looking at me. They were whispering, but it was definitely about me. It went through my head... What are they thinking? Sometimes I look at people and think they are super pretty and catch myself doing a double take, sometimes the opposite. Hmmm. Then the x-Ray tech  called my name, I grabbed my x-Ray and went to leave. All of the sudden there was a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me. Your shirt is all rolled up." The lady from across the room got up to tell me. Now, I know what was going through her mind... That poor lady couldn't even get herself dressed right after her x-Ray. Oh well... Maybe next time ;). I am gonna pretend she also thought I was super pretty . 

My kidney stone...

Here goes my terrible tale haha... This is how it all started. First, I had a baby. Then I had blood in my urine that I was unsure about. At first I wasn't sure what it was because I had blood regaurdless, then I figured out this was different. I had to switch doctors around and talk a friend in my ward into seeing me, but log story short... One urine analysis, blood tests, ultra sound and ct scan later I have a 7 mm kidney stone and possible two other really small ones. I have had pain the last two weeks, but not bad. Like a 3 on a pain scale... Sometimes a little worse. So, tomorrow I have an appointment with a uralogist. We are moving in Less than three weeks and I need to get this taken care of while and where I have insurance. I have yet to feel the hurandous pain that everyone says happens with kidney stones... I will keep you posted on that. 

Coke!

So I have a kidney stone. Almost everyone in my family has had one. I feel like it may be a slight rite of passage in becomeing a true Baker, but, anyways, I have one. Now, I am hoping it passes... I drank 1 cup short of two liters of Coke in about an hour and a half and ate a bunch of asparagus. It's supposed to help. My Dad says to just drink tons and tons of water, but the coke sort of just left me feeling like I am going to explode. It might be like those things you try to get you into labor... You just end up miserable and nothing happens anyways. Hmm, this night could be interesting. I will keep you posted on my new experiment. :)

Very Deep Down

Tyler likes to think that deep down I like our three chickens. (That's right, we have chickens). Maybe I do, in a place very very deep down. I do none of the work. They really don 't bother me or make or break my life. I like the free eggs, but I really am not a huge egg fan... Unless they are in cookies or cake. But to be honest they sort of scare me. I won't pick them up and I don't like to feed them.

Jesse is pretty scared of the chickens. He runs from them like they are after him. After realizing the chickens were in the front yard Jesse ran to dad for help. I can hear it now, "Jesse, deep down I think you like our chickens."

Nightmares

Jesse woke up last night in the middle of the night yelling, "Dad, Mom, I need you." You could tell he was upset and so I went into his room and laid next to him. I asked him if he was okay to which he responded that he had lots of scaries. Our conversation went as follows:

Me: "Can you think about anything happy?"

Jesse: "I don't know, what is happy?"

Me: "Like Flowers, or Rainbows." (It was late, I was groggy. I am not sure why those were my suggestions.

Jesse: "Like Icecream, and balloons, and Merrit."

He fell right asleep. He sure loves his friend Merrit :)

Merrit is the one on the left... he is famous in our house.

Plus one these days ...

My new life makes me laugh. Each time I have had a new baby enter our lives I have been reminded that my life is not my own. However, this being the third time that has happened; not only am I reminded, but I have come to the realization that it will never ever be mine and only mine again. I am not disappointed by this, but it has caused me to adjust. For example, when I had Emree I spent so much time in my pjs with out a shower counting down until she was older and I could get things done... This time I always get my shower in. Sometimes they are crying, sometimes they are happy and sometimes the are watching a show, but a girl has got to get clean! 

So as I adjust to being the mother to three... My house may be slightly more dirty and I get very little sleep, but I laugh a lot. Kids are hilarious. Emree told me this week that she wished there was a giant pool with all the people in the world in it. I said, " that would be a lot of people." She responded loud and proud, "yep! But dad could speak Portuguese to them." Why are we in a pool?

Emree turned five on Tuesday, but we celebrated Monday because Ty had the day off. The best part of her birthday was honestly how absloletely excited Jesse was for her. He is a ball of energy and had his 3 year old well exam this week. When the doctor looked at him and said, "good job! You're all done."  He yelled with his hands above his, "yeah! Now I  am going to my best friend Merritt's house." It was adorable.

Brighton sleeps a lot and is starting to coo at us. The kids love love love him and Emree asks me daily of we can have another baby and I say eventually.

Ty and I have a much needed date tonight (plus one). We are always plus one these days. :)