What I want to be when I grow up...

I was talking to the kids about what they want to be when they grew up. Bridger confidently stated that he was going to be a marine biologist and have a pet shark. (Will I ever cease to worry about that kid?) Bailey informed us that she wanted to be a rock star. (another worrisome career path! ) Kes had been quiet pondering while we talked, I finally asked her what she wanted to be. I thought she would say a "momma." Boy, was I wrong! She spoke up. When I grow up I want to be a girl monkey! Does she realize they eat their own poop?

My other mom...

I have heard of kids having imaginary friends, but Kes took it one step further--she invented an imaginary new family for herself. I don't know how I feel about this. Plus she keeps throwing it in my face. Her "other mom" as she refers to her, is named Izzy Pirateshirt. Her other dad is Caw Pirateshirt. I have to give her kudos for originality in naming them! Here is an example of her use of her fake family.
Kes says "Mom, can I have a cookie?"
I reply, "No, we are having dinner in ten minutes."
Kes exclaims, "Well, my other mom, Izzy says I can have a cookie!"

You get the idea. It is rather disconcerting. I feel like the "mean mom" but then I have to remind myself--the other mom does not exist!

Baby Finn arrives

Many of you know that on Monday June 20th I went into the hospital to be induced. Here is the short version of what happened. I spent all day watching movies and reading and nothing happened. Finally at 3 in the afternoon, the Dr. broke my water. After that contractions where fast and furious. I requested an epidural (I knew going in that I wanted one). Unfortunately, all of the anesthesiologists where tied up in surgery and would be for at least an hour. An hour. I could handle an hour I thought. An hour and a half later still no epidural...now I don't consider myself a big wimp, but I REALLY wanted an epidural. So I begged the nurse to call and check again. Then I received the saddest news of my life...the anesthesiologist wouldn't be coming for at least another hour yet. I literally think I started to cry. However 15 minutes later, I was dilated to a 7 so they called my doctor to tell her to come over from the clinic where she was working. I progressed from a 7 to a 10 in about two minutes. Then came the worse part yet...trying to hold the baby in for like 15 minutes until my doctor arrived. I could see the nurses exchanging worried looks. I asked which one was going to deliver my baby as it looked like the doctor wasn't going to make it. At one point the nurse ran out and said, "I have to go find a doctor!" She came back with a dazed looking 75 year old man who was scrubbing up to deliver my baby. I was thinking--I'm going to have my baby delivered by an ears, nose, and throat specialist...and I don't care. Fortunately, my doctor ran into the room at that precise moment. Someone threw a cape around her and she threw gloves on and literally less than a minute later our baby was born. He weighed 8 lbs 2 oz and was 21 and 3/4 inches long. Now many of you know, we struggled with a name--but we had it narrowed down to three...Finn, Ryder or Sawyer...but he looked most like a Finn to me. So we named him Finn Thomas Sloan. Here are a few pictures of our great new addition. I also had my mom and dad here for the week helping out and can not thank them enough for all they did. We miss them already!

Baby update...

I know by now, everyone is probably sick of hearing about my pregnancy--one last update. I went to the Dr. on Wednesday and she is going to induce me on the 20th if I haven't had my baby by then. 10 more days! Any bets on weight and height. My guess is 7 lbs 2 oz, 19 inches long. Any last minute suggestions on names? :)

laughter...the best medicine

My kids keep me laughing...here are a few of their latest things that made me chuckle.
Bridger was all wet and climbed on something to turn off the hose as he can't reach it on his own. He slipped and fell, and began immediately to scream and cry when I reached him, he looked at me with earnest tear filled eyes and exclaimed, "I think I broke my armpit!"
We have been implementing/enforcing daily chores since summer began. This maybe takes a half hour of the kid's day. One day my mom called and Bridger answered the phone. She asked him what he had been up to so far this summer, with a deep sigh, Bridger reported, "Aaaahhhhh. I've just been doing a lot of working!"
I got sunburned a few weeks ago (on a rare non-rainy day). Kes was really worried especially when it started to peel. So now every time I go outside, Kes says, "Put on Sunscreen, so you don't get heartburn!"

Rain rain go away....

After what seems like two to three weeks of endless rain and cold, it finally seems to be warming up. We had a rainy memorial day weekend...big surprise! In addition, because of flooding, our phones and internet where down. Which also meant we didn't TV either because we don't have cable we just use the netflix instant view (which only runs if the internet is working). It still was a good weekend! We played board games on Sunday evening and then on Monday we went to the church gym and played line tag (I was even slower than Kes) monkey in the middle and dodge ball. We got Yogi Bear from the red box (which I deemed incredibly stupid and opted to sleep in the recliner during the duration of) and just spent time together. It actually was very nice not to have any outside distractions. Now it is Tuesday and the sun is out (yeah) and life is speeding up and catching up to us again. At least the sun is out!

doctor and dilation goals...

I went in yesterday for my 36 week appointment. I knew she was going to check to see how dilated I was. Now usually, when I get to this point, I usually have a "dilation goal" for myself. However, with my last three children, I typically have been disappointed. So I told myself not to expect anything. So I was delighted to learn, I was dilated 1 centimeter and 30 percent effaced. The baby's head was down and engaged--so the doctor said she thought that would help me dilate more. Now 37 weeks is considered full term--and frankly by that point in your pregnancy you are just ready to have that baby out of your body. So any suggestions to help this process along? :)