I Love to See the Temple

PS this is our 100 post, for some reason that makes me excited.

2 and lots of pictures

The past two weeks have been crazy. Adjusting to life with two is a lot of work. I think I'm starting to get the hang of it but I've got a long way to go. Hailey turned two and she still tells people she is 18 months, or sometimes four years old. She makes me laugh so much. She has an amazing memory, she NEVER forgets anything. She learns so fast. She can already identify 18 of her letters and knows most of those letter sounds, I can't believe it! I taught kindergarten for a year and 5 year olds have a much harder time with their letters than she seems to. She also is starting to count things, she does a good job most of the time. Sometimes she adds an extra number though. :) The month before Matthew was born she decided she was no longer going to poop in her diaper and pretty much potty trained herself. In the two weeks since Matthew was born that has pretty much gone out the window though. We figured it would. She can sing about 30 songs by herself, and she speaks really clearly. She loves to sing, dance, help mommy in the kitchen, kiss Matthew, play games, go to nursery, read, go for walks, and spend time with daddy. She is a big time daddy's girl. She hates nap time, the word no, and meat. She is such a blessing in our lives and we are grateful she is ours.





Notice how she is as close to the camera as possible in all these pictures, she thinks she needs to be. Here's some pictures of our cute tiny guy, I've been told he looks like me.




I love these two pictures:


Here is what Hailey and I did to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day:






And she really is helpful. She lined all the muffin tins by herself and did most of the pouring and mixing. I pretty much measured and filled the cupcake liners. I love having a cooking buddy!

Happy Birthday Tiny Girl!

Hailey hit two on Tuesday! YAY! I'm WAY too tired to blog about it right now but I wanted to put it on her before it became old news. So Happy birthday to our amazing tiny girl!

And yes, she got both candles out on her own. :)

Matthew is here!

Our tiny guy is here! He came Friday night at 8:44pm, weighed 8 lbs, and was 20 1/2" long. He's the cutest little boy!

A few people have asked, so here's the story. (don't worry, I won't get into too much detail) I was expecting to get induced at 36 weeks because I was measuring small so they thought I might have low amnio fluid. It was actually the reason they induced me with Hailey, so I figured it was a pretty sure thing. They checked me and decided that my fluid was fine, I'm just a tiny pregnant person. (although I always feel huge!) I was really disappointed because I was terrified of going into labor. At 36 weeks they did tell me that he was much lower than he should be and that he was already in position to go. I've since been having frequent check ups just to make sure my fluid stays high enough.

Last Tuesday I had an appointment and I was dilated to 4 cm and 80% effaced, my midwife sent me home and told me she fully expected to see me back that night.I started having contractions that night and just when I had decided it was was time to go in, they stopped. The same thing happened on Wednesday and Thursday. Needless to say, we were all getting impatient.

So when Friday morning rolled around I called my doctor. She wasn't in but one of the nurses told me that I should drink some raspberry herb tea and go for a walk. So I did. I started having contraction regularly but they were mild and far apart. The whole day was spent like that. Around 7:00pm they seemed to stop completely again. I wanted to cry. At 7:45 I decided to hope in the shower because I figured that was it for the night. As soon as I got in the shower, I knew we had to get going.

I hurried, Got out and yelled to everyone in the house that it was time to go. At 8:00 Alex, my mom, and I got in the car and headed for the hospital, while my dad waited for some friends to come pick up Hailey. I started having contractions about 2-3 mins apart, but they were still mild so I didn't think too much about it. To keep my mind off of it, I called some family and close friends to tell them we were heading to the hospital. I made my last phone call at 8:20 got out of the car and my mom and I went in while Alex parked the car. I was staring to feel a lot of pressure but the contractions were still mild. I checked in at 8:29PM and the nurses didn't seem to think I was serious because I walked in without any problems, but the pressure was getting bad.

Thank goodness my mom was there. She went out and told the nurse that they better come and check me. I was fully dilated. When the nurse said that the room became a mad house. Every nurse on duty was in there trying to get everything ready. It was too late for them to do much of anything though. So the doctor came in and I pushed through two contractions and at 8:44PM little Matthew was born.

With Hailey I had an epidural, I was oblivious to all the pain. This time, it was too late. I got to feel it all. I'm just grateful it went so quick. I don't think anyone can truly begin to understand the pain until they have been through it. He is prefect and adorable, it was all worth it.

We got home yesterday and we're both doing great. Alex is so happy and Hailey can't stop kissing little, "Mafew." I'm grateful he's here and grateful for my cute tiny family.

LA

We went to LA for Presidents day, with my family. We got some good Mexican food, some Japanese junk food, and visited the Getty Villa. I love living in such a diverse place.

Hailey's first Mochi. (I think she already likes it more than Granky does)

Team Y at the Getty Villa.

My crazy family.

I'm not quiet sure what Hailey was looking at.

Our cute tiny girl.

On a side note, I had a doctors appointment today and the doctor thinks that the tiny guy may come tonight, and if not tonight, before the week is out. :)

Way Up High In the Apple Tree

The Newest Member of Team Y

I knew that would get your attention. :P No, the baby isn't here. For Valentines Day Grandma Y gave Hailey this:

Now why, you may ask, is that at all interesting or relevant? Well, when we asked her what the monkey's name was she said, "Diaper Change." Thinking we must have misunderstood her or she must have misunderstood us, we asked her again and still she said, "Diaper Change." Even when asked the next day, the answer remained the same. So what do you think, should we let her name baby brother?