Cute Little Booties for Father's Day

Alright everyone, it's the news you've all been waiting for....for like two seconds. Apparently we have a trend going on. First, get engaged and wait two months to get married. Then wait two months to have a baby! That's right, I'm pregnant....already. Larry and I are very excited to have a little baby. We had prayed about starting a family and felt that Heavenly Father wanted us to leave it in His hands. It looks like our temple sealer was right, we would have kids sooner than we think. We look forward to the precious babies that Heavenly Father will entrust us with. The baby is due some time around February 23, 2009.

So here's the story of how I found out. I had just read my Patriarchal Blessing and was thinking about our future kids. Then I was praying and mentioned some things about it and it came to my mind that I should take a pregnancy test. Nothing profound, just really mild. Well I got off my knees and took the test and lo and behold, it said I was pregnant! I guess that explains why I've been so rediculously tired lately.

When Larry and I were dating he use to joke about how we would have really cute babies someday and they'd wear cute little booties. He said the bootie thing really cute and I thought it was funny, so I determined that someday that's how I'd tell him. After we were married I bought some baby booties and hid them in a shoe box in the guest room closet. So, after finding out, I went and grabbed the walmart bag containing the booties and made a beeline for our room where Larry was trying to go to sleep. I handed him the bag and said "I got you a present." He looked really confused, opened the bag, and suddenly looked really shocked. All I could say was "Happy Father's Day, you're going to be a dad." I had him look at the test to prove it to him. I took another test just to be sure and it was positive too. So, that's our new and exciting news! Oh, and I got pink booties because I decided the baby is girl, maybe twins, who knows! (apparently I prophetically know these things) jk :D

Hand Surgery

Below you can read Larry's explanation of his hand surgery. I have to admit, it looks pretty gross. Luckily it's bandaged up nice and pretty-Even though I only have experience bandaging up pets, Larry let me practice my on him. I didn't get any pictures of his arm in a big cast after surgery, but here are some of it with and without the splint. He hasn't been difficult to deal with, but he was a little cranky waking up from anesthesia.


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Sorry for sharing this with you...

Bowling anyone?

I thought I would give everyone a little update about what is going on. I want to start by saying that I have, without a doubt, played the most expensive game of bowling ever. You're probably reading this saying, "Good for you. Who cares!" Well, I do. Let me explain... Back in November of 2006 I went bowling with my extended family. I went to bowl and got my middle finger caught when I threw the ball and twisted it around. It hurt really bad. My Aunt thought that she could fix it and yanked on it and there was a nice *pop* sound. My hand grew to about twice it's size and hurt. Eventually the swelling went down and about a month later went to the doctor because I still couldn't move it as well. That doctor said nothing was wrong so I let it be. Then February 2007 came and it was still hurting. I decided to go see an orthopedic surgeon who looked at it and said that I tore a tendon in it. So I got surgery on it and all was well. I still had some issues with it, but that doctor just suggested to go see someone else. Well, I lived with it for a while until last week. As I was working on our house fixing the bathroom ceiling (That's another story) I put some sheetrock away and heard a *pop* and the next day my hand was swollen and hurting. I went to see a hand surgeon who said that back when I hurt it in 2006 I tore some ligaments in my hand and that he would have to do surgery. Well, the 3rd came around and I had surgery done. My hand is swollen like a balloon and has two pins sticking out of the top, holding my finger in place. I have a cut about 3 inches long down my hand. According to Megan the doctor said that the ligament wasn't even attached to my hand and it was mushy in there. The ligament was basically gone, nonexistant. The doctor had to make an incision in my wrist and remove a tendon that ran from my palm down to about 2 inches above my elbow. My arm is really sore and swollen. He took the tendon and attached it in my hand to my finger and such and fixed it all up. So I'm without my right hand for the next month or two while it heals and I have a really nasty cut and pins in my hand. Megan has been really nice and sweet taking care of me and putting up with me on pain killers. She has put up with me through it all. She's a great girl. I just hope I don't driver her crazy. Needless to say I have been banned from bowling for life, except on the Wii. My bowling game in November has now cost close to 4 thousand dollars. Told you it was the most expensive.

The rest of the story...

I'm not too sure why I am even taking the time to put anything up here, but after a few weeks of having a blog I finally caved. I avoided it, mainly because I think they are a little silly, another reason is since I have a blog I now have to notify my employer since I am licensed to sell securities I am required to tell them about it. Anyway, I decided that the truth about some of Megan's previous posts must come forward. Everyone must know the truth, I cannot be silenced any longer. So here is the real story about Megan's kittens and how they came to our home...
I was at work one day and received a call from my lovely wife. It went something like, " Hi hun. What would you think about getting a cat to foster?" I wondered about this question for a little bit. I asked if she was asking because she wanted to get one or if she had already made that decision and done so. She then proceeded to tell me about this cat that had come to the shelter and she wanted to foster it and had volunteered to take it. I reluctantly told her she could do it since she had already volunteered. I didn't want to make her a liar to the people she works with. Well, the kitten she was going to take was placed with a mother cat and Megan didn't get to take it home. She was pretty sad the next day when she found out that the kitten had died. So, the next day while at work I receive another call from her sayiong that they had another kitten that needed a foster or it would be put down. Well, we ended upm with little Winston. He has since been adopted and is gone from our house!!! Ok, so he was kinda cute. He was by far my favorite of the three we've had. So just a little bit later I receive another call at work from Megan. It started out, "It was an accident I didn't mean to get another kitten." I was like are you kidding me. We already have 2 bunnies, 1 dog and now 3 cats in our home. I live in a zoo! So after some begging I gave in yet again to another kitten, Sadie. We talked that night about our little zoo that we had going on and we agreed no more foster cats. Well, some how this apparently didn't apply to our third foster Milo. Same thing happened. She gave me some sob story about how she was innocently sitting at work and had to, for some reason, go to the back where they keep the animals. Well, there was a little pitiful looking cat that Megan swears, she was prompted by the spirit to take home. I think she likes to use that excuse to get whatever she wants. Who am I to argue, she is more spiritual than I am. Well, we ended up with this little kitten, who I think resembles those rat things in the princess bride. If you don't believe me just listen to that video Megan posted and then watch the movie. You will be haunted by it for weeks. Anyway, to wrap it up. Apparantly, Megan thinks that 1 foster cat means 3 and that it is ok to go against what we discuss. Oh, well. I suppose it's ok. She doesn't make me take care of them. So, if nothing else it allows me to have something to bargain with. Maybe a motorcycle? Who knows. One other thing... Never post a blog with Megan sitting here reading as you go. She criticizes it, especially the english. So if there are any errors...It's her fault!