Sunday, February 10, 2013

Turkey Christmas

We had a wonderful Holiday Season.  It feels like it was already ages ago, but in reality, it has only been a couple of months.  With the twins coming, it really makes time fly by.  Grad-o loved hanging with the cousins, grandparents, and aunts/uncles.  He almost likes them as much as he likes himself a good craft.  Sadly, he spends so much time with his mom on pinterest, that he's picked up some good Thanksgiving craft ideas.  He is hoping to be a young women's or relief society leader soon.
 Camille's parents rented a little condo so that we could fit the entire family.  Adam, of course, stuffed his face none stop, while Camille's dad seemed to be toasting to Adam's ability to consume large amounts of food.
 After we got over being uncomfortable from eating so much food, we decided to continue to help Grad-o and his passion....CRAFTS.  We made some gingerbread houses.  Grad-o was in the thick of it all.  He kept telling his mom that this is just like her "pewter" (Pewter is a Gradism for 'computer').
 The sad part of our Thanksgiving Holiday was a trip to the Emergency Room.  Grad-o was so sick!!  He kept coughing like a seal and had a minor fever.  He also was super tired, had no energy, and ate nothing.  All he wanted to do was dress up like a pirate and lay in bed.  Can't blame the kid for wanting to be a stylish sick kid.  Note:  This marks two years in a row that we have spent thanksgiving with Camille's family in the ER.  Both times we had the same doctors and nurses.  Last time it was for Adam and strep throat.  Camille is hoping not to make the ER list in the coming years.
 Christmas was more magical this year because Grad-o was fully aware of Santa Claus.  In fact, he was so aware that he became obsessed.  And by obsessed we mean STALKER.  Grady would dress up, all day, every day, like Santa.  His Santa outfit consisted of his snow suit, which was red, and a Santa hat.  He would then pull his sled all over the place...including the house, the tub, the bathroom, out side, and his room.  At one point, he had recruited his two little friends, both of whom were girls, to be his reindeer.  He had them pulling his sleigh around and he would scream "HO HO HO".  He will be a good supervisor someday.
 Adam's mom provided the perfect crowning piece...a beard.  Which was worn none stop on Christmas Eve.
 Santa cannot be Santa without the addition of mittens and a belt.  The mittens are winter mittens, and the belt is an accessory from Woody of Toy Story.  At times Grady would run around and play so much with his Santa gear on that he would sweat through the suit.  We were worried he would pass out from heat stroke.  We would try and take it off, but he would cry and pitch monster fits.  So, we let him sweat it out.
 We finally were able to free him from Santa for about ten minutes to reenact the nativity scene.  Adam, Grad-o, and some of the cousins were wise men.  Adam thought his hat was particularly hot.  The Nativity was interesting to say the least.  There were two Josephs, one Shepard, two Jesus's, and many sword fights with the wise men and Shepard's staffs.  Quite the night.
 We enjoyed opening presents from Grandma and Grandpa.
 Christmas morning was, as expected, magical.  When Grad-o saw what Santa brought him, he couldn't stop jumping up and down.  He got a kitchen, table, pirate ship, pirate dress up, basketball jersey, books, and star wars guys.  He loved it all so much.
 He loved it so much, until he remember that he was a Santa Stalker and needed to have his gear on.  He demanded and demanded, until his dad finally gave in.  You can see the happiness on Adam's face.  You can also see the Star Wars guys lined up, and Grady ripping through his stocking.  Note:  There were large amounts of sweat pouring from Grad-o the stalker's stinky body.
 At the end of the morning, Grady was so hot and he refused to take off his Stalker suit, that Adam told him to go and lay in the snow.  Grady-o happily obliged, and then decided to make some snow angels, while singing Jingle Bells.  It was a perfect Christmas.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Introducing The Fins

We have a theory in our house.  If a blog is neglected for more than a month, the next time it is update generally it is updated with big news.  We would love to prove our theory wrong; however, we cannot.  Camille would like to announce that she has again become pregnant.  The stick left little doubt as it clearly said "Pregnant".

 Again, what wouldn't a pregnancy post be without the traditional "in the bathroom holding the stick pic".  Please disregard Adam's deodorant and towel in the background and focus on Camille's happy face.  With this pregnancy Camille said she felt pregnant almost immediately and there was no surprise.  However, the surprises and fireworks were coming shortly.
 At 7 weeks or so things took a weird turn.  Camille was at work and called Adam to exclaim that there were some complications and things didn't feel right.  We feared that a miscarriage was happening and immediately went to the doctor.  The doctor then did an ultrasound to see if things were OK.  The doctor looked at the baby and said the heart beat was fine and things looked good.  Adam, being ever so intelligent, then asked if the other heart beat that was thumping next to the baby was Camille's heart beat.  The doctor looked at Adam, then looked at where the ultrasound wand was at, and said, "Well, generally the mother's heart beat is higher in the chest, this heartbeat is the other baby...you guys are having TWINS!!"  Adam, also being extremely sensitive, yelled out, "Crap, we have to buy a new car!!"

 At 13 weeks Camille finally started to feel better.  Adam was very happy because he could start eating certain foods without Camille wretching and running out of the room.  Adam got so sick of bland, non-smelling food, and Camille just got sick.  We were happy as a family to move past the first trimester.
 
At 16 weeks the shock has worn off a bit, and we have gotten more and more comfortable with the idea that we are going from a family of 3 to 5.  Camille is the uncomfortable one.  The first trimester she was sick and tired a lot.  The second she hasn't been sick as much as her hips have been killing her.  She has also gotten bigger sooner than with our first child.  


Adam has been racking his brain for a nickname.  With our first we called him Blasto; however, twins has been a challenge. We asked Grady what he thought of the twins and he told us that his mom does not have twins in her belly.  She has "FINS" in her tummy.  So, we have affectionately referred to them as "The Fins." We also found out just recently that they will be twin BOYS.  Camille will be greatly out numbered.  We have been trying to figure out two boy names and have struggled.  Again, we asked Grady what we should name them, and in true boy fashion he said, "Pancake and Hangaburger!"  Clearly, our son thinks with his stomach.


We are nervous, excited, stressed, and happy.  We have been so busy trying to get things done that yes, we have neglected our blog.  But, just this week, we got a new car and hope to have more time to put some updates on our blog.