So, our new house is up in the hills a bit. What that means is that we have deer, a lot of deer, in the neighborhood.
It is so fun to walk to my car and see 3 or 4 down at the end of the road walking across the street early in the morning, or meandering in a nearby field. One night Lars and Henry were going to the store and saw one in the yard. The other kids and I looked out every window but we never did see it. You think deer and your mind conjures up images of peaceful forests, babbling brooks, and serene morning breezes.
But I have a confession. I am just as afraid of having a run in with a deer at night as I am of having a run in with, say...a mugger. When I go to my car late at night I am on high alert. I warily walk to the car listening, watching, ready to run or jump into the car should a mugger or, more realistically here in our small city in Utah, a deer should appear. I'm convinced if I catch one unaware that it will stomple me to death. (Yup, pretty sure that's a word)
So there you have it. Animal loving, wanna-be back woodsman, Crystal Andersen, is a little afraid of deer. (Though I also really wanna pet one!) :)
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
Shower
No we aren't talking about the fun parties when people get married or have a baby. We are talking about a real shower. Not that I know much about them, when I do see the shower it is about a one minute affair. Get in soap up, wash hair, hop out.
When you have a baby that wakes up at night to nurse you end up having to make a choice. Shower or sleep a little longer. The choice is simple...sleep.
Ok so it's not like I go around
un-showered for days at a time but I often have missed days for sure. It only feels like I walk around un-showered for days at a time.
Still a shower, or if I go really wild...a bath, feels like a luxury and is a treasured thing as a mom.
Don't take them for granted.
When you have a baby that wakes up at night to nurse you end up having to make a choice. Shower or sleep a little longer. The choice is simple...sleep.
Ok so it's not like I go around
un-showered for days at a time but I often have missed days for sure. It only feels like I walk around un-showered for days at a time.
Still a shower, or if I go really wild...a bath, feels like a luxury and is a treasured thing as a mom.
Don't take them for granted.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
2012
It is amazing to me. Another year gone. Before I know it Sam will be 1. He is already over half a year old, hitting the ripe old age of 7 months just after Christmas.
I have a few goals this year.
Have more fun with my kids and don't sweat the small stuff.
Write on my blog everyday for a year starting with today.
Go to Disneyland :)
I have a couple more personal goals but these are a few of my main goals and hopes for this year.
So before we fully move into the new year a brief recap of 2011....
I got really huge (pregnancy)
Henry entered double digits (10)
Lilli turned 5
Sadly, an old friend passed away "before his time"
I had Sam, alone...in a bathtub
Went to San Francisco for the 1st time
Moved out of our beautiful home we ha worked so hard to restore.
We lived with family for 3 long months and learned patience and gratitude.
We finally moved into our new home!
Our renters decided they didn't like the amount of rent anymore so we "agreed" they would move out.
I stressed that our kids wouldn't have Christmas ;)
The great windstorm of 2011 and the miracle of the pine tree that fell and didn't damage anything.
Christmas with ALL my siblings.
The loss of another wonderful friend all too soon.
New years!
And here we are.
It has been an exciting year, full of happiness, sadness, strength, loss, newness, bonding, and adventures.
I can't wait to see what this year has in store and I hope to do all I can to make it a wonderful year for myself and my loved ones. (And I really hope it includes Disneyland!!!)
I have a few goals this year.
Have more fun with my kids and don't sweat the small stuff.
Write on my blog everyday for a year starting with today.
Go to Disneyland :)
I have a couple more personal goals but these are a few of my main goals and hopes for this year.
So before we fully move into the new year a brief recap of 2011....
I got really huge (pregnancy)
Henry entered double digits (10)
Lilli turned 5
Sadly, an old friend passed away "before his time"
I had Sam, alone...in a bathtub
Went to San Francisco for the 1st time
Moved out of our beautiful home we ha worked so hard to restore.
We lived with family for 3 long months and learned patience and gratitude.
We finally moved into our new home!
Our renters decided they didn't like the amount of rent anymore so we "agreed" they would move out.
I stressed that our kids wouldn't have Christmas ;)
The great windstorm of 2011 and the miracle of the pine tree that fell and didn't damage anything.
Christmas with ALL my siblings.
The loss of another wonderful friend all too soon.
New years!
And here we are.
It has been an exciting year, full of happiness, sadness, strength, loss, newness, bonding, and adventures.
I can't wait to see what this year has in store and I hope to do all I can to make it a wonderful year for myself and my loved ones. (And I really hope it includes Disneyland!!!)
Friday, December 9, 2011
Miracles
MIRACLE
1
: an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs
2
: an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment
No matter how you define the word, I have seen many miracles in my life. Some big, some small, but when you experience a miracle you don't think about the size for they are always perfectly sized for your needs. They don't always come when you expect them, but they come when they are best for you.
Such as our recent house-buying adventure...actually maybe I should start just a little further back with Sam's birth.
For most of the month before Sam was born I had "false labor". Contractions would start and go on for hours and then eventually just fizzle out. I was worn out and ready to have my baby. I was tired of my body "teasing" me. Every time I would think labor was starting I would get so excited. Then it would stop and I would be so sad and frustrated. I would pray to Heavenly Father to please let it happen, please let me meet my baby boy that day. Heavenly Father kept telling me that all would be well, that my baby would be well, and that his timing was the perfect timing. I would feel comforted but still frustrated. Of course the Lord was right. His timing is perfect. I have to believe that he meant for Sam and I to have that moment alone. Every other time, Lars was home, or could hurry home. Every other time my neighbor, who is a midwife, was home. Every other time was perfect according to me, at the time. I kept joking that when I finally went into labor that the baby would come with a bang, that I wouldn't have anytime. Everyone laughed at me and told me that was wishful thinking, that I would have plenty of time. When the time really came, it was nothing like I had planned for or expected.
Of course I've already written about the experience but this post is more about miracles and in this instance, trusting in the Lords timing and plan for each of us. I never ever thought I would have a baby all alone at home. I never thought I would go to my due date, as I never had before, and especially since I had been having contractions for 3 weeks. When the time actually came it was subtle at first and then BANG! Sam was making his arrival. And yet, it was perfect. Contraction on top of contraction, to the point that when i tried to call Lars i could barely talk, not because of pain necessarily but when your stomach muscles are being squeezed that hard you just can't talk. It really wasn't the worst pain I've ever been in, but it is the most intense sensations. I never felt panicky at all. I remember wishing for it to slow down, praying out loud "Please let this slow down enough for Rebecca and Lars to get here"
I think it was by the next contraction that I knew that wasn't going to happen. I gave myself over to the Lord, putting Sam and I in his hands. And that is exactly where we belong. He guided us through perfectly. And as I sat there looking down at my baby, him looking back at me, just the two of us, I knew he was right. His timing is perfect. I am very selfish with my babies.I love to hold them all the time, I hate "sharing" them, so having those moments with Sam just to myself is so precious to me. So the miracle of Sam's birth, the lesson I take away, is that the Lord's time is the perfect time.
For most of the month before Sam was born I had "false labor". Contractions would start and go on for hours and then eventually just fizzle out. I was worn out and ready to have my baby. I was tired of my body "teasing" me. Every time I would think labor was starting I would get so excited. Then it would stop and I would be so sad and frustrated. I would pray to Heavenly Father to please let it happen, please let me meet my baby boy that day. Heavenly Father kept telling me that all would be well, that my baby would be well, and that his timing was the perfect timing. I would feel comforted but still frustrated. Of course the Lord was right. His timing is perfect. I have to believe that he meant for Sam and I to have that moment alone. Every other time, Lars was home, or could hurry home. Every other time my neighbor, who is a midwife, was home. Every other time was perfect according to me, at the time. I kept joking that when I finally went into labor that the baby would come with a bang, that I wouldn't have anytime. Everyone laughed at me and told me that was wishful thinking, that I would have plenty of time. When the time really came, it was nothing like I had planned for or expected.
Of course I've already written about the experience but this post is more about miracles and in this instance, trusting in the Lords timing and plan for each of us. I never ever thought I would have a baby all alone at home. I never thought I would go to my due date, as I never had before, and especially since I had been having contractions for 3 weeks. When the time actually came it was subtle at first and then BANG! Sam was making his arrival. And yet, it was perfect. Contraction on top of contraction, to the point that when i tried to call Lars i could barely talk, not because of pain necessarily but when your stomach muscles are being squeezed that hard you just can't talk. It really wasn't the worst pain I've ever been in, but it is the most intense sensations. I never felt panicky at all. I remember wishing for it to slow down, praying out loud "Please let this slow down enough for Rebecca and Lars to get here"
I think it was by the next contraction that I knew that wasn't going to happen. I gave myself over to the Lord, putting Sam and I in his hands. And that is exactly where we belong. He guided us through perfectly. And as I sat there looking down at my baby, him looking back at me, just the two of us, I knew he was right. His timing is perfect. I am very selfish with my babies.I love to hold them all the time, I hate "sharing" them, so having those moments with Sam just to myself is so precious to me. So the miracle of Sam's birth, the lesson I take away, is that the Lord's time is the perfect time.
Yet, I didn't really learn it the first time around I guess because shortly after Sam was born we decided to rent out our house and buy a house that suited our family's needs better. Thus began that longest few months of my life. We put an offer on a house and things were progressing fairly quickly, until we began to run into roadblock after roadblock. Each time the roadblocks were cleared and things worked out much better than they would have otherwise. The Lord knows our needs. There were several times that we were so close to closing on the house and something would happen to delay it. It was almost deja vu like. I was back to crying to the Lord, telling him I couldn't wait one more minute. Wait I did and things worked out perfectly, much better than my own plans. In fact the roadblocks brought about miracles that wouldn't have come about otherwise.
There are everyday miracles as well. Things that maybe don't scream divine intervention as much as extraordinary events. Then there are the things that are absolutely ordinary events but in their quiet way scream that there is a divine purpose to life, and there is more beyond this life. Sometimes you have to watch for the miracles and sometimes you'd have to be extremely stubborn not to realize you have witnessed a miracle. What is amazing to me is that often those with the least recognize miracles in their life more than those with much more of this worlds goods. Maybe because they aren't taking for granted things we feel are essentials that really are extras.
This is the season of miracles, or so it is often called. I think we see it that way because we are looking for and are more open to them. Then there is the fact that there are more people bringing about miracles for others as they try to help those with less. I think that is Christ's gift to us. To give us a time where our efforts are more concentrated, more sincere, and more gratefully received. It is a time when we can refocus. It is when we can give him a gift my serving others around us as he would have us do.
Miracles, they happen on a daily basis. Sometimes they are big, sometimes they are small. Hopefully we can recognize each one and thank our Father in Heaven for them all.
There are everyday miracles as well. Things that maybe don't scream divine intervention as much as extraordinary events. Then there are the things that are absolutely ordinary events but in their quiet way scream that there is a divine purpose to life, and there is more beyond this life. Sometimes you have to watch for the miracles and sometimes you'd have to be extremely stubborn not to realize you have witnessed a miracle. What is amazing to me is that often those with the least recognize miracles in their life more than those with much more of this worlds goods. Maybe because they aren't taking for granted things we feel are essentials that really are extras.
This is the season of miracles, or so it is often called. I think we see it that way because we are looking for and are more open to them. Then there is the fact that there are more people bringing about miracles for others as they try to help those with less. I think that is Christ's gift to us. To give us a time where our efforts are more concentrated, more sincere, and more gratefully received. It is a time when we can refocus. It is when we can give him a gift my serving others around us as he would have us do.
Miracles, they happen on a daily basis. Sometimes they are big, sometimes they are small. Hopefully we can recognize each one and thank our Father in Heaven for them all.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
My oh my, how time does fly
Well, here we are. December. Hard to imagine that it is almost 2012. I remember when the year 2000 sounded so far and distant. When it seemed that by the time we got here we would be living like the Jetsons. Yet here we are, and though many amazing advances have been made in so many areas, I still don't have a robot maid. :)
So here is what's been happening in our lives. We rented out our house in Salt Lake City. Put an offer on a short sale, and lived with Lars' brother for 3 months. (An adventure in and of itself, though I am grateful for their generosity) And now here I am. In my new home that I love so much.
The great windstorm of 2011 has come and gone, hopefully for good. We lost a tree from our backyard in Salt Lake City. Thankfully our guardian angels must have been on duty because we were extremely blessed to have sustained no damage to our or our neighbors house.
I had just pulled up out back, I was coming over to do some work at the house. I was about to pull into the parking behind the house when I happened to glance over and thought "Something looks weird about the house" It took me about a millisecond to realize that I could see the house far too clearly. Then I began to panic, sure that there was a large whole in the house. These were the thoughts running through my head as I ran around to the front of the house to check out what damage had been done. "Oh my goodness, this is awful. I can't believe this! Crap! There is a big whole in the house and then we won't be able to rent it out and we will lose both houses and end up on the streets!"
Not dramatic at all. As I rounded the front of the house I stopped in my tracks. "No way", I breathed. The tree had damaged absolutely nothing. Not the fence, not the electrical wires, and most importantly, not the houses. I was stunned. I sent up a quick prayer of gratitude and continued to walk around not quite able to believe that not a single thing had been damaged.
The ironic thing is that the winds by our new home were much stronger, most damage done in Utah by this storm was in our city and the one next to it. And yet I lose my tree in Salt Lake.
So I am grateful. Grateful for small, and big, miracles. We've seen so many, and during this storm we saw and heard of so many. And now we have something to talk about at our upcoming neighborhood emergency preparedness meeting. Though I must say, the way the neighborhoods banned together to help clean up afterward was inspiring and was a great way to kick off the Christmas season. People helping their neighbors and even strangers. Isn't that what it really is about. I'm not grateful for the tragedies but I am grateful for the outpouring of kindness, love, and helpfulness after them. May we carry that through the season and beyond.
So here is what's been happening in our lives. We rented out our house in Salt Lake City. Put an offer on a short sale, and lived with Lars' brother for 3 months. (An adventure in and of itself, though I am grateful for their generosity) And now here I am. In my new home that I love so much.
The great windstorm of 2011 has come and gone, hopefully for good. We lost a tree from our backyard in Salt Lake City. Thankfully our guardian angels must have been on duty because we were extremely blessed to have sustained no damage to our or our neighbors house.
I had just pulled up out back, I was coming over to do some work at the house. I was about to pull into the parking behind the house when I happened to glance over and thought "Something looks weird about the house" It took me about a millisecond to realize that I could see the house far too clearly. Then I began to panic, sure that there was a large whole in the house. These were the thoughts running through my head as I ran around to the front of the house to check out what damage had been done. "Oh my goodness, this is awful. I can't believe this! Crap! There is a big whole in the house and then we won't be able to rent it out and we will lose both houses and end up on the streets!"
Not dramatic at all. As I rounded the front of the house I stopped in my tracks. "No way", I breathed. The tree had damaged absolutely nothing. Not the fence, not the electrical wires, and most importantly, not the houses. I was stunned. I sent up a quick prayer of gratitude and continued to walk around not quite able to believe that not a single thing had been damaged.
The ironic thing is that the winds by our new home were much stronger, most damage done in Utah by this storm was in our city and the one next to it. And yet I lose my tree in Salt Lake.
So I am grateful. Grateful for small, and big, miracles. We've seen so many, and during this storm we saw and heard of so many. And now we have something to talk about at our upcoming neighborhood emergency preparedness meeting. Though I must say, the way the neighborhoods banned together to help clean up afterward was inspiring and was a great way to kick off the Christmas season. People helping their neighbors and even strangers. Isn't that what it really is about. I'm not grateful for the tragedies but I am grateful for the outpouring of kindness, love, and helpfulness after them. May we carry that through the season and beyond.
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| The tree as seen from the back parking area |
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| It is amazing that wind can do this |
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| It took down some lighting we had in the backyard but still no damage. |
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| Look at that, the fence is amazingly not crushed. |
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Curse you Pinterest
So I have discovered pinterest. Check it out if you haven't ever heard of it...but beware, it is addicting.
I have found so many ideas I just don't know where to begin. I have tried some of the recipes I've found though and I'm so happy to have yet another source for new recipes. Thank goodness for my iPhone! I don't have to waste hours on my computer, I can look at pinterest while I wait for kids to get out of school, at the drs office, while in line at the grocery store, etc. What did I ever ever do without my loverly iPhone?! Thank you Steve Jobs, may you rest in peace knowing you have made my life, and countless others, more fulfilled because of our iPhones; you should have a direct ticket into heaven. (I'm not even joking)
Okay, so I have some random thoughts. When I lay in bed at night, as I try to fall asleep, I don't usually think about normal things, like bills. I usually have the odd and, like I said before, random thoughts. Such as this beauty.
I'm laying down, Lars is snoring already, Sam is snuggled in my arms. I'm thinking about all the fun times we have as a family, how much I enjoy watching my kids play. Lilli has just learned to ride a two wheeler, no training wheels. I should be photographing this moment, but instead I want to run along side of her, cheering her on. My thought goes something like this, "Should I be taking more pictures/videos of my kids? What will I do someday when I don't have those?" Then I think "That's just silly, I will have my kids, I will have my memories" This leads to my anxiety laden thought, "What if I don't have my memories, what if I get dementia or Alzheimer's?" So my question is this: When all is said and done, when I am nearing the end of my life, or even just when my kids are grown, will I be sad if I don't have pictures depicting each and every event and moment of our lives? Or will I be happy I enjoyed being involved in those events rather than on the sidelines taking pictures, always behind the camera? I'm not saying I don't love photos and capturing moments and memories, but what if I don't get every vacation, every cake, every moment? Will I feel I missed out on something or will I feel I captured it more fully by participating instead of photographing? I realize it isn't always an either or thing, you can have both...to an extent. As I have had more kids and as the older ones have started to grow up a little, I find myself taking less pictures of every event. I take some spontaneous pictures here or there, and of course Christmas, Disneyland, and the like. But not as many and not as often. There is just too much to see, do, and enjoy to stop and take a picture every time. I don't know, I haven't decided though. Maybe I'll start taking more pictures, maybe I'll take less. I'll have to mull it over a little more. When all is said and done, I can't take them with me, and once a moment has passed, it has passed and I can't do anything about it if I haven't taken a picture, I just have to be happy with the moments wether or not I have a photo of it.
Yup, that was how it went. And eventually I fell asleep and dreamt I was taking pictures. Such is the stuff of late night musings.
There are more midnight random thoughts I could share, but I think I have rambled enough for one post. ;)
We are getting so close to getting our new house!!! And may I say once again, I L-O-V-E my iPhone! (I started this post last week and am just getting around to finishing it.) I don't know how I could have done all I needed to do, such as sending, finding, signing paperwork, without my iPhone and the internet. Ok, I know it can, and I have before, be done but it is so much better this way.
Can't wait to move into my house so I can start doing some of my Pinterests! :)
I have found so many ideas I just don't know where to begin. I have tried some of the recipes I've found though and I'm so happy to have yet another source for new recipes. Thank goodness for my iPhone! I don't have to waste hours on my computer, I can look at pinterest while I wait for kids to get out of school, at the drs office, while in line at the grocery store, etc. What did I ever ever do without my loverly iPhone?! Thank you Steve Jobs, may you rest in peace knowing you have made my life, and countless others, more fulfilled because of our iPhones; you should have a direct ticket into heaven. (I'm not even joking)
Okay, so I have some random thoughts. When I lay in bed at night, as I try to fall asleep, I don't usually think about normal things, like bills. I usually have the odd and, like I said before, random thoughts. Such as this beauty.
I'm laying down, Lars is snoring already, Sam is snuggled in my arms. I'm thinking about all the fun times we have as a family, how much I enjoy watching my kids play. Lilli has just learned to ride a two wheeler, no training wheels. I should be photographing this moment, but instead I want to run along side of her, cheering her on. My thought goes something like this, "Should I be taking more pictures/videos of my kids? What will I do someday when I don't have those?" Then I think "That's just silly, I will have my kids, I will have my memories" This leads to my anxiety laden thought, "What if I don't have my memories, what if I get dementia or Alzheimer's?" So my question is this: When all is said and done, when I am nearing the end of my life, or even just when my kids are grown, will I be sad if I don't have pictures depicting each and every event and moment of our lives? Or will I be happy I enjoyed being involved in those events rather than on the sidelines taking pictures, always behind the camera? I'm not saying I don't love photos and capturing moments and memories, but what if I don't get every vacation, every cake, every moment? Will I feel I missed out on something or will I feel I captured it more fully by participating instead of photographing? I realize it isn't always an either or thing, you can have both...to an extent. As I have had more kids and as the older ones have started to grow up a little, I find myself taking less pictures of every event. I take some spontaneous pictures here or there, and of course Christmas, Disneyland, and the like. But not as many and not as often. There is just too much to see, do, and enjoy to stop and take a picture every time. I don't know, I haven't decided though. Maybe I'll start taking more pictures, maybe I'll take less. I'll have to mull it over a little more. When all is said and done, I can't take them with me, and once a moment has passed, it has passed and I can't do anything about it if I haven't taken a picture, I just have to be happy with the moments wether or not I have a photo of it.
Yup, that was how it went. And eventually I fell asleep and dreamt I was taking pictures. Such is the stuff of late night musings.
There are more midnight random thoughts I could share, but I think I have rambled enough for one post. ;)
We are getting so close to getting our new house!!! And may I say once again, I L-O-V-E my iPhone! (I started this post last week and am just getting around to finishing it.) I don't know how I could have done all I needed to do, such as sending, finding, signing paperwork, without my iPhone and the internet. Ok, I know it can, and I have before, be done but it is so much better this way.
Can't wait to move into my house so I can start doing some of my Pinterests! :)
Sunday, October 2, 2011
I think I may move to Disneyland
Car breakdowns, Dr appointments, parent teacher conferences (and somebody's first, and last, F), good news, waiting, and new tires. If it wasn't for the good news thrown in I probably wouldn't be blogging right now, I'd be in Disneyland (debt be DA...nged!)
So, my car had started making a scraping sound whenever I would brake. I told Lars and he got on in right away, or at least within a few days. The problem started though, when he thought it was the front brakes and not the back. He bought all the parts to fix the front and spent a few hours working on it, only to find that the front brakes were in great condition. Time for a new plan. Lars planned on fixing the car a couple days later since he had parent teacher conferences for his own students and then we had parent teacher conferences for our kids the day after that. Sadly, the car had other plans for us. I had dropped kids off at school as usual. First the Jr high kids and then off to the elementary school where, since we aren't living at our new house yet so we commute, we wait 30 minutes until school starts. Today I had to leave right away and get back to the Jr high, often I spend the first part of the morning in Lilli's class helping out. Today, however, 7th grade parents had a SEOP presentation to attend. So I headed back down the hill to BJH. Went to the presentation, learned...well, not a lot. Went back to the car and decided to nurse Sam before running some more errands and getting Lilli from kindergarten. After a few relaxing minutes of nursing I put Sam into his car seat, move up to the front, start the car, check behind me and start backing out when...CLUNK! There was a horrible noise and the car shook. I was sure I had backed into something but since I was looking behind me I was quite confused. I quickly pulled back into the parking spot, nearly hyperventilating and absolutely trembling. I shakily get out of the car and make sure I was right and nothing was there. I was, of course, (haha) right. I got back in the car and took a few long deep breaths to try to get my adrenaline levels back to normal. Once I could no longer hear my heart beating loudly in my head my thoughts turned to the only logical explanation of what had happened. My once easy brake repair had just turned into a complicated expensive job. Plus I was stuck at the Jr high with only an hour before I needed to pick up Lilli. I finally got ahold of Lars and told him about our problem, then I called my childhood hero, the person I can always count on, my Grandpa. He drove 20 minutes to come to my rescue. We went and waited for Lilli to get out and took care of a few phone calls Grandpa needed me to make (address changes for bills etc.) Then we got lunch and went back to the car so I could go exchange the brake parts and see what else I might need. When we got to the car my heart sank even lower, there was fluid leaking from the back...brake fluid...A LOT of it. I took a picture and sent it to Lars. (I love technology!) Then I went to Auto Zone in Bountiful. There I met the most helpful guys around. They listened to my woes, helped me figure out the right parts, and commiserated with me. Then they helped me carry my rear brakes and rotors to the car. I seriously love these guys and just want to bake them cookies or something. If any of you out this way ever need car parts go see these guys, it was a bright spot in an otherwise cloudy morning. (Figuratively speaking. Literally speaking it was far too hot for a late September day) To finish up the story, Lars was able to fix it and it didn't cost nearly as much as feared. We only had to buy one additional part, a rear caliper. (Whatever that does)
On to the good news...the bank counter-offered on the house and it is within the price range we had decided on for ourselves!! We are getting close now. Fingers crossed and prayers being said that the loan goes through quickly so we can close and move in! Any and all prayers, chants, finger-crossing, or whatever you do for good luck would be greatly appreciated. :-)
Poor Lilli had to get 7 cavities filled. She, unfortunately, has inherited the Andersen teeth. She did so amazing though! She was so good and laid there so quiet and let them do the work without complaint. Afterwards though she was quite upset, she HATED the feeling of being numb. I definitely felt for her, I dread that feeling when I need work done too. She has vowed to brush her teeth "Lots during the day, every day" so she doesn't have as many cavities next time.
Oscar goes in tomorrow for dental work, thank goodness he has matured a bit since he was Lilli's age. He was AWFUL to take to the dentist.
Last but certainly not least is....Samuel the Great! Sam had his four month check up. He is off the charts in height (or length, depending on how you look at it) and 90 something in weight. Official stats are:
28 inches long
16.8 pounds
He is doing perfect, which we already knew, but it is nice to have the Dr agree.
Sam's various nicknames as of this moment are (In order of most used to least used, or newest)
Stink
Agent stink
Champ
Sammy boo (That one is Lilli)
Little man
Agent S
Stinkaroo
Perhaps you've noticed a theme amongst most of those. Sam is a champion farter. It's true. He is truly amazing. And it makes him so darn happy. ;-)
So I think I covered most of our news for now. I have more to say but Lars keeps giving me dirty looks for clacking away on the keyboard as he tries to sleep so I shall sign off for now.
Until next time, remember to cross your fingers, eyes, toes and nose that we get into our house soon.
I'd appreciate it, THANKS! :)
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