Due to another camera
biting the dust, (the second one this year) we have no new pictures to put up...just a few new stories.
I've had many sleepless nights due to the non stop expanding belly. Aaron and I believe that I am as big now as I was at the end of all four of my other pregnancies. I've also had more health problems telling me that this baby boy is our last little miracle. I'm afraid that this baby won't be another six
pounder and I will have to work much harder for baby number five...five...can you believe it. Sometimes it's hard for me to imagine another child in Aaron and
I's life. The other day I went to the spa and the girl who was doing my facial asked if this was my first pregnancy? I replied, "No, it's my fifth." "Fifth," she said, "Wow"...a quiet, but clearly unsure "
Congratulations," followed. I heard this same question and reply several times that day. Most think I'm to young to have five kids (which I know they are right about) and the others just think I'm crazy for having five kids. Is this really crazy, we live in Utah for heck sake. Anyway, during the night I come up with the greatest, most descriptive blogs. I tell myself to get up and write them down, however, it never happens because I avoid getting up in the night if I don't have to pee. (I'm sure you all wanted to know that.)
The other reason for my sleepless nights is my little prince, Dayton. After our trip to the
Heber Valley, (which I'll blog about later,) Dayton has decided he is a BIG boy now. The other night, Aaron put Dayton to bed in his crib and about two minutes later he came trotting down the hall. I was sitting on the couch, and here came Dayton. I asked Aaron, "Didn't you put him to bed," and he replied, "Yes!" Aaron went through the same routine, and again, Dayton returned two minutes later. I asked Dayton, " Where is my Baby?" His response was, "Big Boy!" I didn't even know
Dayton could say that phrase. The toddler bed has been a disaster. Several nights we put him in his big bed and he screamed the loudest, longest, and saddest cries I have ever heard from him. Many of you might know Dayton as a quiet crier, this was not quiet. Aaron and I would eventually give in, go to his room, and go rub his back, but this would only work while we were in the room. As soon as we left the heartbreaking cries would start again. Aaron and I are usually against the night light idea, we have hated instilling this habit in our other children. We've broken this habit as soon as we have seen an
opportunity with the other three children. However, we realized that Dayton will eventually sleep if he has his lamp on. He'll play for awhile, but then eventually fall asleep somewhere in his room. I'm not sure if I like either idea: the lamp, or him falling asleep on the floor, but for now it's worth the sleep that I can get and not having to deal with his cry that makes me want to cry.
This happened just today. I was making pancakes for my kids and for my little daycare girl when my kids insisted that I make Mickey Mouse pancakes. I thought to myself what are they thinking? Usually my mornings are pretty stressfull trying to get four kids dressed, two of the kids ready for school, my house picked up, and breakfast ready. But they begged and they pleaded. I said, "You can't make Mickey Mouse pancakes, that's too hard!" They replied, "Grandma Bradbury made them when we slept over." So, I just wanted to thank Grandma Bradbury... Really!!! It was fun once I got started. After realizing how much it meant to the kids and how special they thought the pancakes were, I'm glad I stopped my daily routine to make the Mickey Mouse pancakes.
