Meeting my once a month quota

Seriously, I've had to do this blog post is numerous sessions. August can smell blogger. And when it's open, it's crying time. Plus, whenever I have a free hand or two I can usually be found by myself (if you don't have kids, you may or may not realize the gravity of being the only person in a room), eating, shopping (not the fun kind like perusing Target, dare I say, alone), or cleaning. I'm sorry blogdom, you've been ousted by poopy diapers, dirty dishes and mounds of laundry, which somehow quadrupled when we had August.

Here's what you've missed in the last month. AKA what I have failed to blog in the last month.

These are always the top pick for trying on shoes. What can I say? The girl has good taste.

Scarlett with one of her boyfriends. These two together are trouble!

August had his baby blessing!

Scarlett draws our family.

And instead of napping, Scarlett figures out that August's shoes fit her Care Bear. She has also moved on with her Elmo obsession to Care Bears.

August rides his motorcycle.

Salt and Pepper take a bath.

 August asks for a real motorcycle. Pweeeeaaaaase??

We got ready for bed 8 million times...or that's what it feels like.

August learned to rock tummy time. He's an expert at rolling to the right from back to tummy, but can't figure out how to not be on his tummy.

Our night owl finally gives up after reading every single book on the bookshelf.

 Getting some good laughs from Baby. Scarlett can always get the best laughs!

We tied for best group costume at the ward party.

Besties trying to ease into morning by watching some cartoons. Waking up is hard.

We visited Flagstaff, AZ for Baby Lucas's blessing. Scarlett loved having so many kids to play with.

 Gettin' our sass on!

And picnicking in the backyard...per little one's request.

The End.

Happy Meal

Scarlett: Wanna see Aw-yust!
Me: You want to see August? He's right here (I was nursing him).
Scarlett: See Aw-yust!
Me: Well, if you want to see his face you're going to have to wait. He's eating lunch.
Scarlett: Ugh. Yucky boobie lunch!

See An-mows?

We packed up our Jetta on Friday to enjoy a weekend in California with the Barnette's (they got an awesome deal on some zoo tickets). We got outside of Primm, NV when our car started to die. We pulled off on the exit to Searchlight...and had to turn around. We barley made it the 70 miles back home since our car would lose power going over any sort of long hill and would completely die if we got under 20mph. Needless to say, I almost peed my pants when our car died on the freeway going past the Vegas strip. Luckily, the car started back up after all the times it quit...and luckily, and most importantly, we did make it home!

Saturday morning we gave the trip another shot in the Corolla. We made it to the zoo by noon. Scarlett got out of the car and wouldn't stop asking to "see an-mows" (see animals). We rode the zoo tour bus and every time we'd see an an-mow..."touch it? touch it?"

Capybaras are my FAVORITE!

Cheetah!

Michael: You know why gambling was outlawed in the jungle?
Me: No, why?
Michael: Because there were too many cheetahs!
*lame joke laughs*
Bethany: Did you read that off a popsicle stick?
Michael: No, I think it was a laffy taffy actually.

Scarlett loved the elephants...mostly because they were big enough to see.

Most of the time Scarlett had more fun swinging on all the railings rather than looking at the animals.

Trying to get a picture in front of the pandas. Key word: trying. Scarlett was about done at this point in the day. Or should I say we were done at this point in the day...

Giraffes. Really cool...until one drinks the other one's pee and then dribbles it out of it's mouth.

We rode the aerial tram thingy. "Fying!" (flying)

Sterling going in for a kiss. And Scarlett happily accepting.

Last stop: petting zoo.

 Can you tell that Scarlett loved this goat?

 She followed it around for a good 10 minutes.

Her hand never left it's back....

 ....Until she found this guy.

We covered almost the entire zoo in 6 hours. Waking up at 6 in the morning, driving 5 hours, and zoo-ing for 6 hours makes for a very tired Scarlett.

It was a quick trip, I sweated off a good gallon, and Scarlett may or may not have had just as much fun at Petsmart, but it was nice to have a change of scenery and do something other than sit in our air conditioned house watching movies.

Oh, yeah...we have two kids huh? August was an awesome little guy...as long as we packed him around everywhere. And when I say we, I mean me. Yes, I was there too. We have photo evidence (one measly picture), but because of it I started Jillian Michael's 30 day shred yesterday.

Kiss it

Enjoying morning cartoons. This has nothing to do with the rest of the post, I just think it's really cute.

Scarlett hands me a ball of "pay-o" (play-doh).

S: Kiss it!
Me: Kiss it?
S: Kiss it!
M: Are you sure?
S: KISS IT!!!
M: Okay! Okay! *Muah
S: Aw! YUCKY! (scrunched nose and everything)
M: You told me to kiss it!
S: Yucky, Mommy! NO, kiss it!
M: I did!
S: No! KISS it!
M: I don't know what you're talking about!

So, she puts the ball on the table and squishes it. 

M: Oh, SQUISH it!
S: Yeah, kiss it.

Some other moments to cherish:

As Michael is watching TV, Scarlett stands right it front of it, pulls down her pants, and shows Michael her butt. All Scarlett says is, "See Butt-E. See Butt?"

She will often lean against Michael with her butt, then make farting noises with her mouth. When asked if she's farting on Daddy, "Yeah. Fart on Daddy."

We sure are raising quite the little lady...

today.

 Today is a good day.

I painted.

And painted some more.

And hung out with my bestie.

Tomorrow? 

We do it all again.

We had a baby, shout hooray!

August Michael Humpherys

8 lbs. 20 in.
Exact same size as Scarlett, in case you were wondering

...and looking at their baby pictures, they have the same face too. 

August just has darker hair, and a lot more of it.

I was induced at midnight, June 29th using cervidil. I will never do that again. I started having contractions after about an hour, and they weren't bearable by about 6 or 7 am, which meant no sleep AND I was only dilated to 3 cm. Lame.

I got my epidural and was started on pitocin 2-3 hours later. With Scarlett, getting the epidural was great, but it only worked on my left side. With August, they had to try 3 times to get that sucker in and I felt it every time...then, it only worked on my right side...and I didn't regain feeling in my right leg for another 8 hours.

At 3:30pm I was dilated to a 6. I was expecting at least another 2 hours of Desperate Housewives watching since it took so long to get to that measly 6. I called the nurse at 3:45 saying the pressure was pretty intense. I was an 8, the doctor was called. I don't really remember what happened time-wise after this. The contractions leading up to his birth were killer...the anesthesiologist came in at some point to ask me if I needed a boost, which might prolong my labor. The nurse said the baby could be out in minutes. "Like 15 minutes?" "Yes!" "No boost. Just GET HIM OUT!" August was out and screaming at 4:31pm.

August got a mini wipe down, swaddled up, and then, everyone was gone! A few nurses rushed in wearing masks and gloves, grabbed equipment left and right, and rushed back out. We didn't find out until later there was an emergency C-Section...and then two 10 lb. babies born 30 minutes apart (all different ladies, of course). The time to ourselves was actually quite nice.

Scarlett got to meet "Baby". (She won't call him August unless we ask what "Baby's" name is). The morning after we had August, Scarlett wouldn't even eat breakfast. She had to see "her baby". Plastic dolls just weren't cutting it any more.

Nothing has changed since then. She still wakes up every morning and wants to see "Baby". "Baby see, Baby see! Hold?"

Scarlett put on August's hospital hat and thought he might need a baby to play with.

 Salt and pepper.

Getting ready for bed.

Snoozin'.

Snugglin'.

Bathin'.

That's us in a nutshell. Minus the hemorrhaging that went down on the 4th. It looked like I had murdered someone in my bathroom...and in the ER room. The look on the hospital housekeeping lady when she walked in the door was priceless. I think she was expecting a spilled soda or something...like the one she cleaned up after my dad in the waiting room. So much "stuff" came out, it splattered on the wall...and the lady had to ask for more mop heads...with an "s". TMI? Yeah, I know. I also had no pants on going to the ER. Just a towel. Between my legs. And another half wrapped to try to save some of my dignity. Lovely.

Everything is somewhat normalizing now, if you can do such a thing when you have a new born and 2 year old who's trying to potty train herself while refusing to take naps.

I can't complain though. Life is good (but better with sleep).

My baby has been kidnapped by aliens.

Michael thought this was pretty funny when he checked on Scarlett before going to bed (we always have to check, because sometimes she's still awake just playing the night away). She figured out how to make triangles out of her alphabet puzzle pieces....and then meticulously lined them up along her bed rail....

It was funny, but honestly it creeped me out a bit. Multiple things all lined up in the dark around a sleeping baby (or sleeping baby pre-camera flash)...come on! If that doesn't say creepy, I don't know what does.

In other news: it's getting way too hot around here, and Scarlett loves swimming. Wearing a pregnant fat suit mixed with sitting in 106 degree weather does not mesh well. So, we "swim" inside! Plus, it's the only way we can get her to take a bath.

This Wednesday we'll FINALLY have an induction date! According to ultrasound baby is supposedly not large, no extra fluid, and Dr. is stumped on why I still measure big. I guess we'll find out soon enough how big Baby is! Fingers crossed we have a baby before Sunday!