Friday, January 27, 2012
|The General wanted to be outside with Daddy.|
|Daf LOVED the snow. . . for about three minutes. She wanted nothing to do with it after this.|
|Rose loved all the icecicles from the ice-storm.|
|The Captain built a sled trail. We have our very own hill in our yard!|
|Daf laughed and laughed going down the sled. But she didn't want to do it again.|
|The alcove I built. . . too small for me, perfect to keep the kids out of the falling snow.|
|All the major branches of this tree are broken.|
|After the ice and snow melted, the tree next to the fence finished its topple.|
|How I fixed our meals.|
|The General loves hammers. We wanted to get him a Thor hammer for Christmas, but couldn't justify spending $10 on it. Our patience paid off; it happened to be the last one on clearance at Walmart. He loves it! He even started saying "hama".|
|Camping out around the fire. Daddy was making up a story. They loved it!|
Friday, January 13, 2012
Pregnancy #1: Briar Rose
On being sick . . .When I was pregnant with her, I was sick. I lost at least one meal a day, usually more, up until 20 weeks. Smells were terrible. I remember walking by the cafeteria at USU, doing everything I could not to vomit. One evening, I threw up every hour for six hours. That was a miserable night. I survived on Cream of Wheat and fruit popsicles for two days before I could keep anything else down. Oh, and milk? Forget about it!
These things have been true for all of my viable pregnancies: When I'm too hungry, I dry-heave; up until 20 weeks, my mouth tastes funny; and I have difficulty brushing my teeth well enough, because brushing my molars makes me throw up.
Things I craved . . .