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We are deep in the thick of changing diapers, consoling a screaming baby, and trying to get some sleep. Despite these new found activities, we have dutifully taken many pictures of our little man. That being said, someone else who is a professional also took some pictures that proved to be much nicer than the ones that we took. If you would like to check them out, please click on the following sentence:

PICS OF THE ARTIST FORMERLY KNOWN AS BLASTO

Upon arrival at the website, find the caption that says 'Baby Grady.' Once there, click the play button and you can scroll through a sampling of the photo shoot.

When we are no longer in a coma-like state, we will post more pics. Hopefully these will hold you all over and not make any of you too baby hungry...because who doesn't want a baby...in their belly...? (as we type this Adam is doing his best Scottish accent yelling, "Baby, get in my belly!!" - Grady is not amused.)

The Flight Plan

On June 7th, 2010 we had all of our bags packed and were ready to take our trip over to the next town and hospital to have our baby. We were both very nervous, but also excited to welcome our newest edition. We had to check into the hospital around midnight, so we left early to make a stop at Walmart for a few last things. It was quite sereal to wander around the mart knowing that in a few short hours we would have a baby. We checked in at midnight, but finishing all the paper work and getting Camille hooked up to tubes and gizmos took forever. Around 1:30 a.m. they wheeled in a bed for Adam and told us both to go to sleep (Note: Adam is pretty tall, and the bed was not. Adam's feet hung off the bottom and almost touched the floor). Sleeping did not come easy as they left the baby's heart monitor volume up, so all night long we heard his heart beating loudly. They also had an alarm that would go off every thirty minutes to make sure Camille's IV was still flowing. Needless to say, we got about 2 hours of sleep. Around 3:30 a.m. they started "the pit," and other fluids. Camille wasn't super comfortable considering contractions were coming and going, but she did pretty well. Around 7:00a.m. they did the epidural...NOT FUN. They had to poke Camille a bunch of times in the back with a giant needle...with Adam watching...Adam was not a fan. Camille said it was pretty painful, but well worth it in the end. Finally at 9:00a.m. the doctor broke Camille's water and the waiting was on...
Camille progressed fairly slowly at first. When her water was broken she was only at 2 and 80% effaced. The doctors and nurses kept telling us that the delivery most likely wouldn't happen until about 8 or 9 that night. So, Adam kicked back and started reading a book (they took away his worthless bed by this point). At noon Adam was still reading his book and Camille kept saying she was feeling a lot of pressure, but assumed that she was just starting to feel the contractions. At about the same time our doctor came and said she wanted to check and see if she had made any more progress. Much to her surprise, Camille was ready to go. The doctor yelled to Adam to put his book down and get over to her leg to hold it up because the baby is coming NOW!! Note: Adam calmly walked over and whispered supportive words...NOT...he was a wreck, but tried to be strong for Camille. Camille pushed from about ten after noon until 1:23 p.m. when out came our boy. He was super precious!! He weighed 7 lbs 3ozs. and was 20 inches long with the heart of lion!! Ok, made the last part up, but with all the crying he has been doing the last few days, it is more like the tears of big BABY!!! At least that is what Adam said...Adam really wants a good night sleep.
Camille did such a good job with the entire process. She was quite the trooper!! Brave and courageous throughout. Adam was cowering in the corner, but somehow made it out of the fetal position for this picture. We are seriously the happiest (sleep deprived) parents.

Adam tried to hand pick the perfect outfit for him to go home in. Adam got him a little shirt that said, "Future Quarterback" with a blue jumpsuit. We thought it was perfect...until we put it on him. It was huge. Grady looked more like Gangster Grady with baggy pants. All he was missing was some bling. Note: Adam also made sure he had a BYU hat to wear home.

Now that we have been home for a week we have started to adjust to our lives being turned upside down. Thanks to help from Grandparents (both Camille's and Adam's parents have been AMAZING!! THANKS!!) Grady has become so adjusted that he is even starting to look like Yoda. He tells his mother every night, "Feed me, you will!!"

Camille and Adam have accepted the fact that we will most likely not be seen as much on this blog. How can we when we have a little boy that looks as good as this dude.

And a parting shot...the yawn.

Blasto's Blastoff!!

On June 8th around 1:30 in the afternoon Blasto decided he had enough of womb living and cramped, hot spaces. Camille pushed for about an hour and fifteen mintues and out popped our little man. We will post more details, pictures, and the "birth story" at a later time.We deliberated for almost 6 hours about what name to give Blasto...when he was born we both looked at him and said, "He is just Blasto." Anyway, we tallied votes from all the nurses and doctors on which of the three names we liked and one won out....so, Blasto's real name is.....

Grady

And our Grady boy is dang cute...but we aren't biased in the slightest.

A Flood of Doughnut Goodness

We have been making strong efforts as of late to get Camille going with this whole labor thing. Our latest remedy is walking and eating pineapple...neither of which has worked. At any rate, this past Saturday we were abruptley awakened by lots of dump trucks and loud noises. We ran outside to see the river, which is about two blocks from our house, had overrun its banks. So, we did what everyone else in a small Wyoming town did...got our camera and ran over to take some pictures (don't judge our white trash ways, we needed entertainment!!). We were one of about 15 or so people there with our cameras. (Note: As Adam was taking this picture Camille said the river isn't the only thing overflowing...as she pointed at her belly...)The river was raging!! Adam kept singing the primary song, "Give said the little stream..." However, we strongly doubt the people in these houses would have found the humor in that song. They had sandbagged their yards. On Sunday we went to the same place and the river had exceeded the banks up to the sandbags.
The city was forced to make sand walls near our house to prevent flooding. Adam was then forced to sing "Enter Sandman," to which Camille said the little stream song was funnier...Note: With each passing day Camille has grown less tolerant of Adam's lame jokes...the baby must come soon!!!

The biggest news of the week was not so much the flooding, but rather, DOUGHNUT DAY was on Friday (note: Doughnut Day is the first Friday of every June). Camille was not feeling the greatest throughout the week and we really thought Blasto would be so overcome with the Doughnut Day spirit that he would be born...but, no such luck... So, we passed the time by singing the happy Doughnut Day song and loaded our bellies with sugar. We are pretty sure that Blasto is an 'in utero' fan of doughnuts.

Our work station for the homemade tastey blasts of cinnamon and sugar.Adam was a man possessed...possessed with a sugar high!! Despite his evil look in this picture, he still remains a happy little doughnut elf...making tastey treats for neighbors. (note: His eyes are really creepy...he is more like a doughnut demon...)We tried a new wrinkle....in years past we have only done a sugar/cinnamon mix. This year we did a vanilla glaze, which was wickedly good (or in Adam's case, demonically good). The only downside to the glaze is that it is pretty much pure sugar. Blasto had so much energy after doughnut day he about kicked a hole through Camille's stomach.After finally finishing up the batch, we took them around to some friends. Camille had Adam drive over every bump in the road...in hopes of encourage Blasto's entrance into the world. (Note: another wrinkle to our celebration this year, we put our cards on a toothpick and stuck them in the doughnuts...Adam thought he was so clever for coming up with the idea.)Today (Monday) was the first official day of Camille's maternity leave. We are headed over to the hospital in a matter of hours to get Blasto here. We still don't have a name picked out, but are hopeful over the next few hours/days a favorite will emerge. Adam also had work off today and we decided to do what every mom-to-be would do...we went hiking in the mountains.We took a picnic lunch with us, but struggled to find a table to dine at because the river had flooded so much that all the camp grounds looked like this.

We also found a great suspension bridge. Adam was jumping up and down on it...which made Camille freak out. The river was so high it was almost touching the bridge. Adam didn't seem to mind and ran back and forth, jumping as high as he could.

Camille looking very nervous on the bridge. As Camille walked across Adam began to sing, "Like a bridge over troubled waters..." Camille once again...was not amused.