I love you to the moon and back

All my nieces and nephews have always played this game where they compete for how much they love their moms and vice versa. So the kid will say I love you "this much" and the mom will say I love you to the end of the street and back, to grandma's house and back, etc. So I tried playing this with Brighton and we got really far. It usually ends with "to the moon and back" but I decided to throw in "I love you to Heaven and back" and Brighton who was going along with the game just fine says "Well that would just be weird." But she was good with the moon and back. Finally to end it all she said "I love you how much daddy loves me.. and that's really far." She cracks me up.

She says at least 5 super funny things every day and I always forget by the next day! I'm so lame not to write things down so I want to try harder. Somehow she thinks our sliding glass door is the portal to Heavenly Father. She always yells prayers out the window. The other day she yelled "Heavenly Father (which sounds like Henly Fater, please, please, please make it stop raining!" And then it did stop! I told her Heavenly Father answered her prayer but she told me she didn't really believe me. Where's the faith? LOL She often leaves drinks of water and cookies for Heavenly Father by the back door.

I need to write down her funny sayings of the day more often.

Deacon Newborn and Two Months

Deacon is almost two months. Aaron snapped some great shots Sunday morning. He likes taking pictures while I'm sleeping in! Also I never posted newborn pictures, so first are the newborn and then are 2 months so you can see how much he's changed!
Newborn:
You can really see how yellow he was in this shot.

Two Months: His eyes are very brown!

I guess I had a baby... Deacon Jett

I think I'm still in denial about having a baby. I know that sounds REALLY weird but it's true. I haven't blogged about it because it's still weird to me and I'm still a little out of whack emotionally. NOT that I'm not thrilled because I couldn't love him more and I now understand what people mean when they say they were instantly in love with their babies. (With Brighton I was too traumtized and exhausted to even care for about 2 days) With Deacon, I instantly loved him.

So here's the story of the birth: (It's long)

It was April 3rd, the day before Easter. My sister Tami and her family were in town on their way back from Spring Break in Oregon and my mom was here because she "felt like she should come a few days early" (Inspiration!) So we were in the middle of re-modeling my kitchen and we went to the tile store to pick out tile and I almost had a nervous breakdown. I was having mild contractions and I just couldn't deal with picking out tile. It never would have happened without everyone's help. So then the girls all went to lunch at Smashburger and then shopping. We were walking around Target and I was having some pretty strong contractions. I was feeling pretty yucky so I told my mom and Tami I just needed to go home and lay down. (Now I have to tell this part just to tease my mom.) So after that, my mom wanted to go to one more Target to pick up something for Lynzi's wedding. So I'm driving around the Target parking lot timing the contractions and they're coming every 6 minutes and lasting a minute. So we finally go home and Aaron and my brother-in-law Jason had just started putting up the tile backsplash and I was sure I was in labor but was downplaying it just in case. But I really didn't want to wait too long to go to the hospital because I didn't want a repeat of Brighton, so we went. (I started crying before we left because I was almost in a panic.)

So we get to the hospital and the nurse checks me and tells me I'm not in labor and I almost threw a speculum at her head. This was exactly what happened with Brighton and I was freaking out. So we have to walk for an hour and I was SURE I was in labor. Either that or admit me and put me in a medically induced coma. Aaron's all "they're not very strong, so maybe she's not in labor" and at that point I REALLY almost threw a speculum at HIS head! So the nurse checks me again and I AM in labor and she admits me and I put a rush order on the epudural and all is well in labor land.

The epudiral didn't go in very smoothly and I couldn't stop shaking until I gave birth but it was so much better than last time. Right after I got the epirual I was dialated to a six and my water broke. Aaron went to get something to eat and to pick up Tami and a few minutes later I felt like I was fully dialated and ready to push but the nurse didn't check me until like an hour later and at that point I was at a 10 (plus 2- she said on the phone to my Dr. whatever that means) and ready to push. BUT neither Aaron nor the doctor was there! So they had me wait for them to get there and then I pushed through one contraction full force. Then on the next two contractions I just pushed halfway and let my body do the work and out he came! It was so easy I couldn't believe how great I felt!

We hung out in the hospital for two days and ate SO much chocolate cake and just relaxed as much as you can in a hospital. I noticed the baby didn't eat very often but just thought maybe he was getting so much during the feedings it was lasting a long time. He went six hours one day and I thought it was a good thing. (shows how dumb I am) The second day we were there he didn't pee at all but the nurse said it could have been because he was circumsised that day. He had jaundice and before we left she checked it again and it had gone up so she called my pediatrician, Dr. Ally and she said to come in the next day just to make sure it was ok. So we went in and after we weighted him and checked his bili ruben she said "I am SO glad you came in today. You need to get to the hospital right NOW." She said if we had waited until the day we were supposed to take him in he would have been needing a blood transfusion. She said she'd never seen bili ruben go that high that fast or a baby lose so much weight so fast. I was SO freaked out but just went into business mode and got him to the hospital. They had to put an IV in him to hydrate him because he STILL hadn't peed in 2 days when we took him to the hospital and was severely dehydrated. They put him in the little light box with this mask to protect his eyes and we could only take him out to feed him every 3 hours. I was so worried that he'd be in there crying and we wouldn't be able to hold him but he didn't move or make a sound for TWO DAYS. It was good that he was content and slept for 2 days straight but it really freaked me out. I even had to wake him up to eat. After the second day we took him home and treated him with a bili blanket. He's now a month old and still has jaundice but I haven't taken him in to check his levels again. He has gained a lot of weight and eats really well now though. He's actually getting a little chunky!

When he was born he was 7'15. He got down to 7'1 in the hospital and at his 2 week appointment was up to 8'8! Holy cow! He's probably almost 10 pounds now, seriously. Well that's enough for now, I'll post pictures soon!

Super Girl!!! (Or Super Grill as Bright would say)

I love these pictures Aaron took of Brighton Sunday morning. Sorry for the
partial nudity... but it was much worse before she put on her tutu. ;)
Look at how graceful her legs are with her toes all pointed perfectly! I think
she's going to be a dancer!

So typical Brighton

I'm sure all toddlers are quirky but Brighton really likes putting things in lines and rows. I think she's going to have some kind of OCD and I'm really hoping it's the kind that makes you a clean freak. (Except then I would drive her nuts.) This is just SUCH a typical thing for her to do, I had to take a picture. She got her pants out of her room and made them into a row in the hall. She has this "treat" box that she gets to choose prizes from when she's a good girl and once she got it down and put all the prizes in a straight line and then put it away. Please don't tell me she's a freak- let's just say it's cute, k? ;)

Also, she's adorable:

All my dreams have now come true

There is beauty all around.... when you put in new floors... there is joy in every sound, when you're walking on a hard floor.
Yay! I just could not handle the icky carpet under my table anymore, so the project of putting hard wood there spilled out into the rest of my house in my high-traffic areas and I'm so happy about it! I think it turned out so great! Now I just need new countertops, new sink, new blinds and a new chandelier and we're set!
Here are before and after. Yes, even I helped! (Well I pulled out staples.)

Look at that nasty carpet!

Aaron trying to be as tough as Sheldon.

All done!!!

Back door


Kitchen

View from front door

Help me!!! Poop-tastrophy

I know blogs are supposed to be all "look at my cute, fun, easy life" but seriously? There are tons of cute, fun, easy things but right now my life is surrounded by poop!! Literally! There is a reason I've never had a dog, people! As my mom always said and I quote: "If you can find a dog with a cork in it's bottom, we can get a dog." Right now I'm thinking if I had a 3-year-old little girl with a cork in her bottom life might be easier. Right now you're probably thinking not just "What is wrong with Brighton?" but more like "What is wrong with Brooke?" I'm a little bit mental from mopping up pee and poop!
So last week I decided to take her to the doctor to make sure she doesn't have some kind of urinary infection that is limiting her ability to control her bladder. (wishful thinking) While in the waiting room she poops in her panties!! And she's wearing a skirt, so it's seriously EVERYWHERE. I thought I was going to die. I'm bawling in the waiting room trying to get it all taken care of. Turns out she doesn't have an infection. So yesterday my little puppy daughter poops on the way out of Costco.... wonderful!!! So I stick her in the bath when I get home and I'm on the computer and I go check on her and seriously... gross out alert..... don't read any further if you're eating.... the bathtub is full of poop! ALL over the place. So I try to drain it but my drain is kind of clogged and going really slow and it's seriously like the biggest nightmare I think I've had as a mom and she's freaking out because I'm telling her to help me wash it down. Hello, child. you were sitting in it!!! LOL. I know this is the worst thing to blog about but I'm seriously just trying to laugh about it all so I don't go insane. I'm going to have two kids in diapers in a month! SERENITY NOW!
PS. I should mention after hearing about my poop-tastrophy, Aaron came home with a rose and a bag of Hershey's Bliss dark chocolates for me. :)