Fall

Jake just put dinner together and it's cooking in the oven.  Max is playing a game on the touch pad and winding down from a Tuesday afternoon of preschool, which he is doing miraculously well at. Dexter is on the floor eating a cookie and shoving bites into Jake's mouth while he is on the floor reading the paper.  I'm not going to lie, it's been a rough past couple of weeks.  But quiet moments like that were everyone is content makes it all worth it.

 Max has been a bit physical with everyone, and still doesn't have any real friends around here.  I'm feeling about the same in the friends department as well.  But maybe I would be a bit more concerned about it  if I knew we weren't leaving her next summer.  I'm afraid for winter to come, for holiday weight gain which I've already  been trying to prevent since I started Jillian's 30 day shred yesterday.  I can fit into my prepregnancy jeans that I've had since before Max was born, but they are a bit snug and I can comfortably say that I am no longer satisfied with wearing skin tight jeans and shirts.  I have come to the realization that going up a size isn't too awful of an idea, as long as it's not because of weight gain, just style satisfaction.  My butt and hips are just huge now, and I don't think they will be shrinking in any way unless a knife and sutures are involved.
I no longer enjoy wearing low rise jeans and tight fitting shirts.  I just want to be comfortable.  I already feel "30".  I squint a lot when I'm out in the sun and feel that I need to wear sunglasses all the time.  I awake in the middle of the night to go pee, while I never had to before a few months ago.  And I'm just sick of listening to people and not sticking up for myself when some random person I don't know says something to me or my husband that is just absurd.  I guess I'm a grouch.  But I"m going to embrace my 30's.  Jake still has a year to go.  But I reminded him that he could be graduated with two degrees, have found a profession, and even maybe own a home and have a 3rd kid before he turns 30.  That's achievement to me.

Oh and Dexter said his first word today.  "look" while pointing at a page in the book.  It was the highlight of my day.

Logan.....Thus Far.

We have been in Logan for 3 weeks now.  At least I have been in Logan for 3 weeks, Jake spent some time in SLC finishing up his old job.  But the kids are use to it now, and I'm enjoying our carpeted apartment and space, so the kids aren't constantly running into each other and falling on hard tile.  We've had more space that we had to go buy furniture to fill it out.

Jake started school yesterday and I can tell that he is totally loving it.  It's been orientation this week so there has been a lot of team building, meals, guest lectures, and projects.  He has one professor who asked him to interview to be his T.A.  It would be so good for him to get that position, and it PAYS!

Unfortunately, we have had a few incidences since our arrival.  First Dexter had to go to the ER last Friday.  He had a minor fever from teething that turned into a fever of 102 during his nap and when we went into his room to check on him he was having small seizures acting very strange, and then started to puke.  We ran him to the ER. Which was a block away....small town, go figure.  We just didn't want to take any chances on a baby.  He was furious, and tired the whole we were there.  The only thing they could give him was dizzy medicine, and then the doctor thought he might have a middle ear infection, but it was too hard to tell because he was screaming so long his tympanic membrane could have been inflamed due to that.  So they prescribed him amoxicillin anyways.

Happy Camper, for the most part. 

2 days later he had an allergic reaction and I took him to insta-care.  Turns out he did not have an ear infection at all, and he has been better ever since Saturday afternoon.  I realize the doctors were just trying to help him and thought his ears were giving him a lot of pain, but I think it was just the five teeth he was cutting that were giving him grief.  I didn't think I would ever have to take my child to the ER for teething.

The worst part of my week was the disappearance of my 3 year old.  I was at the bottom of the stairs painting while max sat at the top eating a snack.  He must of wandered off the stairs when my back was turned and left the housing complex and wandered down the street.  When I noticed he was gone I ran inside thinking he just went back inside.....but he was gone.  I wandered around the complex 10 times thinking there was no way he would have wandered down the street by himself without and adult!  But sometimes I forget that Max marches to the beat of his own drum.

I started to panic, I ran down to the complex next door asking if they had seen a little boy.  They were doing additions to their building and  I thought if there was construction going on then he had to be there.  They replied that they hadn't seen him but started to look as well.  I ran down to the church and looked by the creek and didn't see him, only imagining that he could have fallen in and had already drowned.  I ran back up the hill and started to have a minor panic attack and couldn't breathe, but I had to keep looking for him.  I was up a few blocks and then decided to run home to get my car and drive around until I found him.  My neighbors were looking as well.  When I came outside a police officer had asked if we were missing a little boy.  Joy had come to my eyes that someone had found him, but then fear since it was the police!  Did I have neglectful mother written all over my face?  Max isn't allowed to go outside without me and yet I still lose him.  I was worried they were going to take me in!  Then I saw Max, happy as a clam walking home with a police officer.  I was crying and trying to hold back the tears, thinking how could you do this to me?  He made some real distance and since school started there was a lot of traffic on the streets around us.  A retired police officer had seen him and followed him for awhile to make sure it looked like he was lost.

They took my name and info.  I wondered if they were going to turn me into child services.  But it was to keep track if Max was going to make a habit out of this.  I'm still getting use to our living surroundings and what my kids are capable of, I thanked the lord for watching over my little boy and for protecting him from anyone wanting to take him.

On a more positive note, Max has found 2 bigger and better basketball hoops right outside our house that he can practice on.  That kid is going to go pro.

Dexter's 1!

The kids are way excited about all the boxes that are laying around the house in preparation for our move.  I had to take a few pictures.

I can't believe my little baby just turned 1.  He got two different parties.  One in Pocatello, and one in Salt lake City.  So he had one with the Brooks and one with the Giomettas.  We like to keep it low key.  We figure when the kids are older and have more friends then they can have a well planned birthday bash, and of course if they deserve it.  
Dexter wasn't really allowed to dig into his cake because we didn't want him to get frosting all over his wrapped up hand.  But he's doing better.  Now just has to wear a band-aid, as long as he doesn't pull it off.  He's obsessed with sticking his wound into his mouth any chance he can get.

Dexter was excited for all the commotion!

Cake didn't turn out exactly how I wanted.

Dexter didn't seem to mind that the cake didn't look perfect. 

Cousin Jack was there.

Max painted a picture for Dexter's birthday. 

curtains for sale (This is just so I can show pictures in the classified ad of our housing complex)

$8.00 each.

Graduation & an Amputation

The past few months have been a bit hectic.  First, Jacob graduated.  Finally.  It was a good feeling and his timing to receive his degree was fairly on schedule, considering he transferred.  So the big question is what is next?  I feel like we've been planning for the next year for a while.  Applying to schools and taking the GRE were so exhausting for all of us.  Finding a place to live wasn't too difficult, it just took the right timing.  Now we are preparing for the big move, which I am not looking forward to, but it's inevitable.

My little baby turned 1 year old yesterday.  He's not going to be my little baby too much longer.  He's really trying to walk, I think he's just looking for an alternative way to keep up with his big bro even though he crawls fairly quickly.  Unfortunately, we were all tested when we had to take Dexter to the emergency room 2 1/2 weeks ago.  The tip of Dexter's finger was cut off in the hinge side of the door.  Max didn't know his finger was in it and he shut the door completely and it came right off.  They sewed it back on, so now we are just trying to avoid infection.  He had to take antibiotics because the bone fractured.  I have moments were I feel confident that his finger will be fine, but then I have doubts, so the whole situation has been stressful all over the tip of a little baby finger.  
 
A lot will be changing soon.  I'm sad to leave our dear friends we've made over the period of our time spent in Salt Lake. Leaving my Mother will be hard too, I'm comforted knowing that my other siblings live here but nobody can replace having a Grandma close by, but I think Max will miss her balcony more where he can watch all the construction going on outside of her townhouse.   Although the past 5 years has had some huge adjustments for Jacob and I, I think moving to Logan will be the biggest change we've experienced thus far.

Baby's First Haircut

Dex needed a haircut.  He looked cute with his long hair, but it was getting in his eyes, and since we started approaching the summer heat we decided to cut it.  He wasn't thrilled but the hair stylist went really fast.  Every time I look at him I hardly recognize him.  

He was excited to be in the chair.

But then everything started and he was less than thrilled. 

When we got home he was his happy-self again.

Here's another photo just because he's so cute.

Dinosaur Pajamas

I caught this picture the other day.  The boys woke up and just started playing toys.  Max is very territorial with his stuff, but he's getting better little by little. 
 Dexter is already trying to stand up on things!  I can't believe it. 

I love the pajama tops, no bottoms.

Wrestling with Daddy.