Sunday, September 27, 2009

Go Utes!

A Utah win. A date with Justin. Ahhh, what a perfect night.


The stork has delivered many babies to the good old Hogle Zoo. We made a trek up there to see the new baby elephant and it is seriously the cutest thing ever.

It is kind of neat because right now, Hogle Zoo has the oldest and youngest elephant in captivity.

There are also 3 baby tiger cubs and a baby giraffe.

And if all of this cuteness wasn't enough, my mom brought me a deep fried pb&j AND a deep fried brownie. Thanks, mom!

Don't judge, they both were amazing.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Utah State Fair 2009

On Monday I was in heaven.

I even braved a monsoon to get there and dragged my family with me.

For this:

all you can eat ice cream baby.

It is my most favorite day of the fair. I love ice cream so much and this day is especially fantastic because there are multiple vendors that you can sample their delicious treat for a nominal entrance fee. My favorite this year was "Bull Tracks" by the good folks from USU.

After we gorged ourselves, we walked around to look at all the animals. Even though there were many lovely animals there to look at, no matter where we were, the boys were most interested in this:

Then we went into the bunny tent and there were some nice breeders there that let the kids pet their bunnies.

They begged me and begged me to buy one of the rabbits that were for sale but considering the fact that we have killed off two hamsters since Christmas, I didn't think this was the best idea.

Then we went on the search for a deep fried pb&j. We couldn't find the hut that was dedicated to deep fried food so I guess my arteries will stay open for another day.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Nick's football debut

I could see the wheels turning in Justin's head, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Justin played football into college and when the announcement was made in the delivery room of "IT'S A BOY!", I knew that serious plans were being laid out in his mind.

I always knew it was coming but it was a long way off, right? I was even more thrilled when Nick turned eight and Justin said that he didn't want the boys playing football until they were ten. Two more years to stall, two more years before my oldest gets the pants kicked off of him, two more years will take an eternity to pass.

              I found these awesome shirts at Walmart to show our
                       team spirit! What a cute cheering section!

Fast forward a quick two years later. On the day of the first practice, I asked Justin "You are just dropping off Nick off and will be home in a minute?" He looked at me and said "No, babe. I'm coaching. I will be there the entire time." Every night and Saturdays for a month.

 (above): Justin looking very official doing his coaching duties.

I got my toes done in their colors...hey, there has to be a girl in this house somewhere!

I only made it to a couple of the practices because of work and most of the time I was chasing after Liam so I wasn't watching closely and I wasn't sure how I felt about my son going after a defender with such determination. Well, I quickly got over it and absolutely love it. Baseball is okay but really, it doesn't compare to the energy and excitement of the football games.

Totally bugged with me that I am taking his picture. Nice game face!

Nick making an awesome catch!

Thanks for everyone who has come out to support him! It is fun to have a cheering section.

I am a couple weeks behind. They played and beat Granger on the 5th and we just beat Kearns yesterday. Yay and GO SILVERWOLVES!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

I am jealous.

I am usually one that lets things slide off my back, not get too ruffled, you know, a "go with the flow" kind of gal. Sure, there are things that I want that I can't have that other people get but it doesn't get me upset if I can't have them right then because we have goals and work toward things and I know I will eventually get what I want.

This is a bit different.

I want a baby.

My pregnancies have all had a little high risk involvement to them, escalating to Liam's pregnancy that required a month of bedrest in the hospital, a ton of bleeding and worry, and a cesarean section for delivery. Now usually getting pregnant after a cesarean section is not a huge problem but because of the condition I had my doctor told me it is not a good idea to get pregnant again. "Really?", I challenged. "Yes, really," she replied and proceeded with a huge laundry list of reasons why it wouldn't be a good idea. She convinced me but it also made me feel a bit inadequate as a woman. Here I am with a perfectly healthy body but my womb is not good enough to carry a baby safely. Lame. We also had thrown around the idea of adoption but nothing was ever talked about seriously and so nothing was ever resolved. I know it is hard to feel sorry for me--I have four beautiful boys and there are many, many, many people out there who fiercely want a baby who don't have one at all.

I really have been thinking about this for a couple years, not wanting to bug Justin about it because he put his foot down and said we were done. Absolutely done. Just about three months ago we were at church and our friend's little 13 month old girl just could not get enough of Justin...totally ignored me and her mom...just was touching Justin on the face, smiling at him, being totally adorable. After they walked away, Justin turned to me and told me he thinks we should have another baby and he has been feeling this way for a while. I just started crying. This opened up the same questions again--now with new vigor. Do I get pregnant? Do we adopt? What would the implications be for either? We left it up to fasting and prayer and lots of deliberating and finally came up with our answer. We are totally psyched about it, it is just super crazy trying to save up a million gazillion dollars for a baby.

But I am so jealous of pregnant women. I love being pregnant. I love that I actually have boobs, the feeling of the baby moving inside of me, knowing that I am creating something beautiful. I love looking at ultrasounds of the tiny baby you can't feel yet but it is moving and alive and full of promise.

I thank my Heavenly Father for the four beauties that I have and the two angels up above that I will hug and kiss over and over once I see them again. I am so grateful to be a mother and the love that my boys have for me. It is priceless.

I also love all you pregnant women out there and am so excited for you. Just know that you have one up on me but watch out, there will soon be another addition to the Scott family and it will most likely be as crazy as its brothers.