{ Birthday Surprise! }

All of last week Rob was reminding me that we had to pick up one of his co-workers from a business trip on Saturday night so I shouldn't forget since he didn't want to go by himself.  I kept trying to figure out what kind of business sent their employees on a weekend business trip but didn't pay for their transportation back to their home. I kept reminding Rob to check and make sure that they would reimburse him for his gas at least. Now you're all wondering what this has to do with a birthday surprise.Well just keep reading...So we drive through DC and pull into the cell phone waiting area at Reagan. I get in the back seat so that his co-worker doesn't have to be smashed in the back with the baby. All the while Rob keeps telling me that I don't have to do that. So we finally get a text that the plane has landed. We drive up to the terminal and Rob says, "Well look who it is." Lo and behold it's my sister, my dearest friend, standing there bags in hand. Boy was I shocked. My face looked something like this:

Then something like this for the rest of the weekend:

It was the best surprise I could have asked for. I am the luckiest birthday girl ever.

Des meets Aunt Katie for the first time

The silly girl taking our picture said she couldn't fit the whole monument in. Where are the Kodak picture spots like at Disney when you need them. We made it safely and speedily to and from the metro station all on our own. That's an accomplishment when you are with directionally challenged me.

Oh lovely nap time...

This is my new most absolute favorite picture of Peanut.

I can't help but smile when I look at that picture. I hope you do too! Des is down for a nap right now I thought I'd hurry and do an update. Nap time is one of the few times I am able to sit down and concentrate on anything. I have started to sort my daily task list into these three categories:

1. Can be done with baby awake
2. Can be done while holding or nursing baby
3. Must be done while napping

Blogging falls into that third category. I can not seem to complete anykind of post while he is awake or I am holding him. Even though it seems possible I just haven't found the skills to do it yet. I will persevere!

Ok here's the update. Our lovely little Peanut is growing up so quick. He smiles, he's an excellent snorer and he is developing bald spots in exactly the same places as his Dad. Poor guy(s)! He is quite a runt though. At 7 weeks he only weighed in at 8lbs 11ozs, and he is so skinny (he makes up for that by being tall and lanky) that he is just barely growing out any of his newborn clothing. The only outfits I have actually retired are his premie outfits and the little monkey shoes. His feet and hands are huge! He is quite the snuggler and if he could he would like to be held absolutely all day everyday. I oblige him all too often. He is sleeping great, giving me 6 hour streches at night.  Hallelujah. Well rested Mom=happy Mom. Happy Mom treats everyone better.

Also he his so cute, and our ward members so kind, that they decided we needed another baby shower. I was so surprised and grateful! It was a great way for me to get to know more people. One lady decided she is absolutely done having kids so not only did she get us a gift but she gave me a giant bag full of all the baby clothes her sons have grown out of. Our little dresser once full of girly items is bursting at the seams with boy. And they absolutely spoiled him like everyone else has. I am so thankful for everything everyone has shared with us! We are just too lucky.



Picture time after the baby shower



  

Playing with his new toy from the baby shower.

And right on cue, Des is sounding that his nap is over. Adios till next time! I'm off to feed him and read "The Help". Finishing book club books is on the "To do while feeding" list.  : )

{ Rob Blogs! }

The other day, Rob looked at the blog and said, "I have an idea. Can I write on here?". So write he shall! I felt he needed a small introduction. Welcome to the blogging world.

Rob's inaugural post:

So I think hypotheticals are fun.  Tons of people do.  There's the popular, although more often than not distasteful, "Would you rather...?" game.  Or there's the more classic, "If I were _____, then I'd _____."  Anna, on the other hand, is not a fan of my hypothetical questions.  The exchange usually goes something like this:

Rob: What if you could live anywhere in the United States and money/job wasn't an issue?  Where would you go?

Anna: Rob, there's no way I can answer that question?  That will never be the case.  We'll never face a choice like that.  We always will have to think about at least one of those things. 

Rob: Well just pick somewhere, it's a simple question.

Anna: I can't.  There are too many things to think about.  I mean, I've always wanted to move back to Spokane, but I do love California 'cuz it's warm and there's an ocean.  Or what about Florida? More beaches and, of course, DisneyWorld!  And where will our kids be, we'd want to be close to them...

Rob: You're terrible at this game.  Okay, what about this one then?  If you could build a house and money wasn't an issue, what would you make sure it had, other than a swimming pool?

So then I imagine you can already guess at how she would respond to other hypotheticals: "What if along with his and hers vanities, you bought a home with his and hers toilets, like stalls in a public bathroom, but this time you wouldn't need the separator?..." or "What if I were black, would you still have married me?" or "What if I were really really short (no offense to our vertically-challenged friends out there)?" or "What if I wasn't an engineer but was, instead, an ultimate fighter, or a superhero, or an ice trucker, or a redneck hick named Cletus...?"  I mean, how can you resist answering those questions!  And one of my favorites, though, involves my least favorite state (so far): "What if we sold the state of Wyoming to another country?  Just kept Yellowstone and the Tetons and sold the rest of the state to Russia or something?  We all know there's nothing really great in Wyoming and the U.S. could sure use the money..."

So that brings me to the main reason I wanted to write this post.  First take a look at this photo of Desmond.

So here's the hypothetical: What if babies could walk right after they were born?  Wouldn't that be awesome?!  It would look something like this picture from above, without me holding him up, of course.  But they would look like little dwarves, or little hobbit children, I imagine.  It would be like little, real-life Lord of the Rings characters standing up on your table, with the little knobby knees there and everything.  Des even makes this old man face that I wish I could have had him do on cue for the picture.  Last thought, thinking about this reminds me of the little garden gnomes in the Harry Potter movies.

So I wonder how Anna will respond to this blog attempt?...Oh, and the other day in Washington, D.C. she told me that if she were President of the United States of America she'd want to be friends with Will Smith and his family....wait a minute, I thought you didn't like hypotheticals...