I know, I know, I know...

So every person I run into has something to say about my not blogging lately. I just got on and saw the anonymous comment, ha ha...and I guess it's time to tell why...I've got a bun in the oven. Yep, after adamantly swearing I would never go through this hell again, I am--and it is hell. I have been EXTREMELY sick, and my triggers are

• My house
• My garage
• My car
• My purse
• My computer
• My clothes
• My kids
• My husband
• My phone (yep, even my phone stinks)

Which all lead me to a whole lot of puking. Don't worry, though, it hasn't stopped me from gaining 15 lbs! Yep, you heard right, 15 flipping pounds. I can actually see myself getting fatter. I was on an anti nausea drug that made me crazy tired, so at my second appointment I asked for something that wouldn't make me so tired...he wrote me a prescription for Zophran, which instantly became my new friend, and then after two weeks have passed...it doesn't work anymore. I started dry heaving and Brevin said, "Mom, hurry, take a pill!" But called Grandma after to tell her he watched mom puke...AGAIN!

Now you can all mark my words...THIS IS IT!! I will never ever do it it again. I can deal with the tiredness, I can deal with back aches, but I cannot stand feeling like the worst day of the flu all day every day. I tried to bargain with the man upstairs, and told him that if I wouldn't be sick this time I would do it again, but since my pregnancies have progressively got worse...I guess we've come to an agreement.

Truthfully, the hardest part for me is that I feel like a bad mom. I have fallen asleep drawing a picture with Kesler, literally pencil in hand. I get the worst at a night so I fall asleep on the couch and hear them crying because Bryson is trying to get them to bed and that is mommy time at this house, but I can't get myself to stand up because I know the minute I smell their room...I'm a goner...miserable.

I am fifteen weeks right now, and was hoping to wait until Thanksgiving to tell, unfortunately my belly isn't cooperating. So as people have found out, I decided to let the rest of you in on it. I was sick for 16 weeks with Kesler and I am hopeful that things will start to get better soon. We are hoping for a boy, I can't wait to hear everyone leave a comment about that, but it's true. No girls allowed at this house :)

The boys aren't excited...as I had anticipated. The only time Kesler agrees that this might be a good idea (and I'm still not sure that it is) is when I tell him HE gets to be the big brother. I'm sure he just pictures himself getting to boss someone littler than him around, and it makes me laugh. The only thing Brevin really says about it is that he gets to name it, and he is totally set on it. He told Bryson that Bryson got to name him, I named Kesler, and now it's his turn.

So for all of the unanswered emails, phone calls, & texts, I really am sorry. I am hoping to feel better soon and then I promise I will be better :)

Just for the record, I am missing my photo card that has Brevin's Birthday & Halloween on it so as soon as it reappears I will PROMISE to post both of those important events.

Kesler's 3rd birthday!

I cannot even believe that my baby boy is three!! I hate it! I kept telling him how much I wanted him to stay two. I told him that I was going to squish him in a bottle and put the lid on tight so he couldn't grow anymore. Now this was all fun and games, until his birthday actually came along and he refused to be three. Everyone kept asking him and he would say "I'm two." and if anyone tried to correct him...well, they may have seen a little of that Daniels temper.


All Kesler wanted for his birthday was a "farm cake." I asked him over and over what he wanted his presents to be, and his only response..."farm cake." I sent out some cute little cowboy invitations and his gifts included all sorts of farm/cowboy gear. Inlcuding a new cowboy hat picked out by his big bro, which he hasn't taken off in the past week.

First Time Fishin'

My poor kids have been wanting to go fishing for a long time...the problem...their parents don't fish, or camp, or pretty much anything that requires you to be dirty and cold for an extended period of time. Luckily, my boys have an Uncle Nate who loves the outdoors.

On Labor Day weekend Nate talked Bryson into getting a one day fishing pass and brought all of his gear to Malad. They started early and went to two different locations , and had so much fun. Bryson was the first to catch one at Deep Creek that was huge (about 25 inches long) and was incredibly proud.

Brevin caught one all by himself casting and everything and Kesler caught two with a little assistance. They had such a good time. Thanks Nate!

First Day of Kindergarten

So at the ripe old age of 5 I sent my Brevin to the wolves. I had been dreading this day since he was born. All summer everyone would say, "You're 5! Are you excited to go to kindergarten?" His reply..."No."

After we had gone into back to school (and his friends Alyssa & Adi showed him his classroom and kept saying how nice his teacher was) we got in the car and he said, "I'm a tiny bit excited and a tiny bit scared." So we talked it over and as I pretended to be excited for him to go to school he said, "What are you guys going to do when I'm not at home." I told him, "Miss you like crazy!" He got this big grin on his face like he just needed to hear that he would be missed.

The night before the big day Brevin (and I) were awfully anxious. He asked Bryson to give him a blessing and as soon as it was over he looked so relieved.

As soon as we got in the car I lost it, and headed to the grocery store to keep myself busy. Just as we finished Kesler asked, "Why didn't brudder come with us?" I lost it again. I still hate it, but we are getting used to it. The worst so far was when he came home two days in a row and told me the kids on his table were saying words that make his belly feel yucky. I really like his teachers and get to go in every Monday to help so that makes it a bit easier. Still no one be shocked if my children end up home schooled!

Meet Tango & Taffy

So I did something I never thought I would do...I let my children have pets. Grandma Mary Ann had some baby kittens, and the boys absolutely loved them. They begged to bring them home every single time we went to Malad. I kept telling them no, but once we starting having voles http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vole in our yard and heard that cats scare them away-I agreed.So once we got Tango and Taffy settled into the garage (no they will absolutely NEVER be in my house) they were pretty scared and always hiding. They had only been here a couple of days when we had a bit of an accident. Bryson started mowing the lawn and had only made two trips across the lawn when the bag fell off. Much to his surprise when he picked up the bag he saw two little fur balls covered in lawn clippings and blood. An hour and $140 later Taffy came home with some very stylish nose rings.Since this little mishap Tango and Taffy have become the most patient kittens in history. The boys hold them like babies and they give them "hugs" before we go anywhere. It is hilarious!

A July/August Wrap Up

Okay, I have been the worlds worst blogger for the past month...I started this post over a month ago and never finished so I am going to post this belated one, and then try to play catch up on the past weeks activities.

This summer has been absolutely crazy. Between the American Idol, 4th of July, a trip to California, Girl's camp, lots and lots of picture appointmens...I could go on and on. I need to take a minute to write down some things that I don't want to forget. So some of my favorites...

Kesler had gone number two and when he was finishing up he crinkled up his little nose and said, "Eeewww Mom, that smells like poop!" My response..."That's because it is poop, Sweet Heart."

After 5 long years of every method possible Brevin can finally ride his bike without training wheels, and we can't even take the credit. On a Sunday evening Tyson was here and we were complaining about it. He said that he wanted to try. So after a little persuasion Brevin made an attempt. Tyson's conclusion--his bike was too big. So we got out his old bike, took off the training wheels, and with a little help from Uncle Tyson...he did it on his first try!! Since then he pedals his little legs all over tarnation.

I was doing A LOT of laundry after our trip to California and the boys went out back in their pajamas. As I was walking past the windows I saw Brevin out on the trampoline doing push-ups...Kesler watching carefully. I paused for a moment, chuckled, and kept going. Then a few minutes later I walk past again to see them both doing sit-ups on the trampoline...again, I laugh and keep going. About ten minutes later they were both under my feet asking to go downstairs (we have a little rule, can't go downstairs until the upstairs is clean) I told them they could go if they wanted, but I was going to stay upstairs. Brevin says, "That's okay Mom, I just need to get on the tread mill and go for a run." When I asked him he later told me he had been getting ready for a big game.

Brevin tends to carry on the Daniels temper at times and when Kesler upsets him, the first thing he does is get angry which results in a fight. Lately I have been telling them, "Why don't you talk about it instead of getting angry?" It actually has been working and I think Kesler has really learned to appreciate it when Brevin is patient with him. So Kesler had done something to get himself sent to time-out and Bryson said, "Kesler...time out!" Kesler looked up at Bryson with raised eyebrows and those big blue eyes and said, "Dad, maybe we should talk about it."

We went to watch Bryson's softball game last Monday, and let's just say they aren't the most action-packed games. The boys have a terrible time paying attention to them. So when we got in the car Bryson said to Brevin, "Did you see my home run?" Brevin, "No." Bryson was irritated and said he doesn't even know why we go because we are all so bored. After a few minutes Brevin says, "Dad, you're supposed to tell me 'Thanks, for coming to my game.' " Bryson tells Brevin that he's not going to tell him thanks for coming when he knows Brevin doesn't like to go in the first place. Brevin says "You are still supposed to tell people thank you for coming." So Bryson says smugly, "Thanks for coming to my game, Brevin." Brevin's response, "It was my pleasure, Dad."

Californ-i-a

We went to California this past week with Sissy, Nate, and my mom and had such a good time. I had far too many pictures to pick from so there are a lot, but you know me...nothing is better than a good picture. We started off our trip with a stop at the beach. I had no intentions of getting too wet, we were just going to check it out. My boys ended up soaking wet and running around in their underwear.

The next morning we got up and went to Sea World. The highlights of the day were feeding the dolphins, feeding the stingrays, and holding the starfish. Kesler loved the polar bears and I had to laugh that he actually resembled them with his white hair and blue eyes. He brought a stuffed animal polar bear home and named him "Icee". Brevin chose a shark and named him "Sharp". He was going to get a whale, but said that he couldn't name a whale...a shark would be much easier.

The following day we went to the Wild Animal Park. We had heard fantastic things about it, and we did love it. But many of the most exciting experiences had an age minimum of 6. The cool thing about this place versus a zoo is that there are no cages or bars. The animals are in their natural environments. The highlight was probably the gorillas. They were out and lively first thing in the morning and they boys loved them. We spent a lot of time watching them.




After a near heat stroke for half our party we decided to head back to the beach to cool off. The boys are so in their element there...they love it! It is too funny that everywhere we go people tell me that my boys look like little surfer boys with their blond hair and tan skin. I didn't really realize how much until they were there. Bryson and Nate rented boogie boards and had tons of fun playing in the waves.

The last day we were there we went to La Jolla Cove for some family pics. Kesler wasn't being very cooperative, but we managed to get a few there. It was an amazing area. We only wished we would have had more time there. There were little crabs running around everywhere and the boys were totally fascinated. Brevin cried when we had to leave. I told him if we didn't get going we would miss the plane. He told me that that was okay...we could just get on another one.

We had an incredible time and we're so glad we were able to share this time with Grandma Mary Ann, Lindsey & Nate. We were already talking about next time on the ride to the airport.