name our baby..

Less than 10 weeks to go, and our baby still remains nameless. At least, I am not set on a name yet. Everyone else in our family seems to have an opinion. They go as follows:

Levi: Finn Lee Sloan (Lee is for Levi) Finn he finds fitting because it is latin for "the end."

Bridger: Trooper. (I shut him down on Storm Trooper--but he is insistently clinging to Trooper)

Bailey: Duke. This came into her mind while we where watching the basketball team play in March madness.

Kes: Lucy. Even though I have told her a million times we are having a boy....


Any suggestions????

Ode to my washing machine...

I had to buy a new washing machine Friday. (I think there must be something in the air in our house as this is the second appliance we have had to replace this month.) I personally hate doing laundry so wasn't overly excited about the prospect of spending my hard earned money on a new machine...but it had to be done. Levi installed it last night. Today, I washed all of Bailey's bedding (she coughed until she had thrown up in her bed last night) my bedding, (Kes wet the bed while taking a nap in my bed) and 3 loads of dirty laundry (sadly, that isn't even all of the dirty laundry in the house). As I was taking out my last load of laundry from the dryer, I did realize that my washer/dryer is the work horse of this house--and I should really appreciate them. What would I have done with out it today! If only they would invent a machine that folded and put laundry away! That I would gladly pay for! :)

Music to my ears...

I read somewhere that no matter how bad your voice is, you should still sing to your children. I decided to take this advice to heart. Although I have a less than wonderful voice, I attempted to sing spontaneously to Kes. After about a line Kes exclaimed, "STOP, STOP, STOP...YOUR SONG IS MAKING ME CRAZY!" Thus began and ended my music career.

The joke is on us...

On Friday Levi and I headed into Billings because Levi was having some minor surgery. At first I had arranged for a friend to watch Kes, but as Thursday came, she started with a cough so I decided to take her with us at the last moment. Friday came, and Kes started with a horrible hacking cough. I felt right about my decision to not infect my friend's kids, and off we went. About thirty miles outside of Billings, Kes started coughing...and coughed so hard she threw up (cheese nips and milk--what she had been snacking on). Now for those of you that follow my blog, you realize this has happened to me before. But alas, I was still totally unprepared with extra clothing or cleaning supplies. We had an extra fifteen minutes to spare so we stopped at a gas station to see if we could scrounge up some cleaning supplies. They reluctantly gave us a roll of paper towels (and told us to bring back what we didn't use). Now we where running late, so I dropped Levi off (what a supportive wife, hun?) then backtracked a few blocks to a second hand store we had passed coming into town. I stripped off the offending smelling clothes, wrapped Kes up in my coat, and ran into the store and bought a "new" outfit for her. I have to admit I was a tad self conscious about the "what kind of parent are you?" looks I was getting--and told the cashier the whole story to appease my conscious. Then we rushed back to get Levi and fortunately, he wasn't out yet, so I didn't feel like a complete jerk. After he got out we where going to go to lunch, but by this point Kes was now running a fever too. I drove across town to Walmart, I ran in an got medicine for her and Levi. When I got out, I gave her her medicine, which promptly induced another coughing fit that ended yet another vomiting episode. By this point, Levi was pretty unhappy as was Kes--he drove me across the street to Shopko (Walmart was supper busy!) and told me to buy Kes two new outfits...and then we went home. I commented later that evening, that Kes played a pretty good April Fools joke on us--Levi's response was, "Only it really wasn't funny." I tend to agree.