Update on the Update

Well, it looks like I may be having this here baby on the 5th or the 10th. Hmmmm. Which one sounds better to you? Should we all vote? Anyway, my tummy still didn't grow, and my amniotic fluid keeps getting lower. I'm not too worried. The same thing happened with my other 2 and my little sister has the same issues with her bambino's. I go in on Wednesday, and have a bio-physical profile of the baby on Thursday. I guess that's an extra long ultra sound where they measure the strength of movement of the baby and see if she has breathing motions. So on Thursday I should know if I'm having a baby Saturday, or the 10th. If it's not the 5th, then is very likely it will be the 10th. Things are kind of exciting around here! It's coming up soon!

Update

It seems like it's been a while since I've last blogged. I guess I should update. We've been having a nice summer so far. The weather has been perfect lately, and the kids have been pretty good (for now). I go to the doctor later today and we'll see how things are. My tummy hasn't grown in the last 3 weeks, but that was pretty much how Sarah and Kate were. I'll find out today how my ultra sound went last Friday. They took Kate a week early. Maybe this one too! That could be nice.

On Sunday, Neal's dad was in Portland delivering a load, so the Peton clan did a no-no and skipped the old meetings to be with grandpa. We had a great time breaking the sabbath! We went to Fort Vancouver and the Bonneville Dam. I have vivid memories visiting the dam as an 11 year old. I remember the lamprey's sucking to the windows. The girls thought it was pretty neat. Notice the picture of Kate teaching Sarah the finer arts of cannon ball shooting.

On our drive home from Portland, Sarah saw a huge r.v. that's like a tour bus. She yelled, "Mom! Dad! Look at that ho-mobile! That's awesome!" I said, "Do you mean motor-home?" I told you that she mixes her words up sometimes! We laughed pretty good. Finally yesterday, I had to tell her what a ho was. Everywhere we went, she would say, "Hey look! A ho-mobile!" trying to elicit laughter. It got kind of old, and I told her the reason I laughed was because of what a ho was. There goes a little bit of innocence.

On Monday, I took the girls to the Courthouse gym to go swimming. Don't worry. I didn't go swimming. I sat there and read my Newsweek magazine while the life guards chatted to one another and didn't watch my kids. They had tons of fun (the kids. The lifeguards probably did too). When it was time to go, Kate comes climbing out of the pool and says, loudly enough for most of the people around to hear, "Mom! I accidentally peed in the pool. I tried to come to you, but it just came out. Don't tell anyone, ok?" I was pretty embarassed.

So, did anyone watch the premiere of "Wipeout" last night on abc? Does anyone out there love to watch people wipeout? Well, I sat and watched it with the girls and Neal, and we laughed our guts out. I can't believe Neal watched the show! He's not in to "low-brow" slapstick like I am. He's too good for it I guess. He even laughed his head off, and stuck around to watch some of "I Survived a Japanese Gameshow." Good times.

That's all for now. I will update on what the Dr. says today and see how things are going.

The Love-Hate relationship with summer

Sarah is out of school. It's nice because there are no fights in the morning to get her ready, and no more homework. The down-side however, is the perfect storm that is created when I take BOTH girls to the store. More seasoned parents out there with more kids who are closer together may think, "what's your problem? Your kids are 5 years apart? What's so bad about taking them both to the store?" The problem is Kate's innate desire to make people laugh at any and all costs. With Sarah, I have a well-behaved, keep-the-rules kind of girl. But, like my big sister Angie, Sarah knows she doesn't have the guts break the rules, but her little sister (I was that little sister to Angie) is willing to do bad things to get a laugh. So, it goes something like this:

Sarah: (whispering) "Kate, take a bunch of those off the shelf and put it in mom's cart."

Kate: "OK! And I'll be loud and scream as I do it!"

Both girls: Laugh laugh laugh

Sarah: "Kate, I dare you to cat-whistle that man on the cereal aisle."

Kate (who recently learned to whistle like a grown man): "WHEW WHEW!!"

Both girls: Laugh, laugh laugh

And today's antics at ShopKo:

Sarah: "Make farting sounds with your hands!"

Kate: "OK." Then she proceeds to make the juiciest, loudest farting sounds with both of her hands on her mouth.

We then hear an elderly woman with a Danish accent say, "OH MY!! Vhat vas zat?" And I look up and it's an elderly Danish lady from our ward with her Danish friend. The friend says, "Zat von looks like trouble!" Lady, you have no idea.

Problem is, Kate keeps on making her lovely noises all throughout the store. I'm not known for my perfect etiquette, so I am trying really hard to repress loud laughter. Which leads to another problem: late pregnancy-induced incontinence. So I'm standing next to the shoes, trying to cross my legs as I laugh. Everyone in the store sees this pregnant lady, OBVIOUSLY trying not to pee her pants, and laugh at a misbehaving child that SHOULD be ushered out. Instead, I'm practically giving her permission to misbehave because I'm laughing so hard.

Which leads me to a bigger problem: Ask me why I had to leave young women early last night? You got it: late pregnancy-induced incontinence. I suggest that if you're pregnant, don't try and boost yourself up onto the stage at the church. Pee will come out. And don't wear grey sweat-pants when said accident occurs. Actually, don't EVER wear grey sweat pants.

Anybody want some mayonnaise?

A couple of nights ago, I made a chocolate pudding pie for dessert. Who doesn't like a chocolate pudding pie with left-over-camping-smore hershey bars on top? Kate. As I've blogged before, the kid has weird eating preferences. So, I dish her up a piece of pie, she takes a bite, then says, "mom, do we have any vanilla ice cream? I don't like this pie."
"No" I say.
In all seriousness, she responds, "Well, could I just have some mayonnaise for dessert?"
MAYONNAISE?!?! That is wrong! I knew she really liked mayo, but for dessert? Sick. It reminds me of a story that one of Neal's cousins told us a few years back. Neal SWEARS he doesn't remember. I just think it's embarrassing to him. When they were kids, Neal got out a jar of mayo and a wooden spoon and started eating straight out of the jar. As his cousin gagged, Neal said between bites, "Do you want some? It's really good." The apple doesn't fall far.

Then, last night we had tacos for dinner (thank you Kendell for telling me about the tortilla dough at Costco. Dang, they're good!). Kate was so excited to have left-over taco meat. Why? Because she and her dad love taco meat sandwiches. They spread mayo on, and scoop on the cold leftover taco meat. Nasty! So, first thing this morning when Kate got up, she said, "Mom! Could I have a taco meat sandwich for breakfast?" Sure. Why not. It can't be worse than the raisin bran I chased down with about a dozen bit-o-honey's.

Oh, and another funny. Last night Sarah and Kate were a bit hyper just before bed-time. Usually, the more hyper the play, the more pottie the talk. Last night was no exception. Kate came running out of the room at one point and said, "MOM! Sarah called Hillary Clinton a butt-hole!" No comment.

1 year ago yesterday

It's hard to believe that one year ago yesterday, Amy Jo and I ran the Newport Marathon. It's amazing what can happen in a year. I'm 40 pounds heavier and ready to birth a baby, and Amy Jo recently found out she's pregnant with twins! I am really looking forward to the 2009 Newport Marathon. It's a good goal to help get me back in shape. I've been limited physically with this pregnancy, but that's ok. I'm not complaining. We wanted this baby so bad, I would gladly gain another 40 pounds and puke 18 times a day. To anyone out there who would like to run the 2009 Newport Marathon, I highly encourage you! A marathon isn't as out-of-reach as people might think. Especially if you run as slow as I do. I would love to see some of my sisters join me! Just go to the running shop, get the right shoes and foot support, and start training. To all those readers in Utah, just think - if you trained at altitude (about 4,500 ft) and came here for a marathon at sea level, you would KICK BUTT! I'm trying to get together a little running group for next years marathon. We could stay at a beach house, "carb-up" (thank you Dwight Schrute), and have an awesome run. They even have raw oyster shooters along the route. Amy Jo and I managed to gag some down, and amazingly, they stayed down (barely)! Give it some thought. I sure hope Neal wants to join me this time around. He would probably finish lickity split.

Thank you Kate, for taking a pregnant picture of me. She was reluctant to push the button, because she wanted me to lift up my shirt and show everyone the bare belly. She said she wouldn't take the picture until I obliged. I told her to take the dang picture, or I'd take her blankie away. Here you have the result.

Camping at Beverly Beach

We went camping this past weekend at Beverly Beach and we had a blast! It's a crap-shoot with the weather anytime we go to the beach, but we sure lucked out. It was sunny the entire time! I think there was more sun on the coast than in the valley last weekend. Even though camping is a ton of work, it's so worth it. The kids think it's the coolest thing ever. They get to play with fire, get dirty, eat tons of candy and junk food, have a disco-dance party in the tent with their flashlights, stay up late, throw stuff in the stream, play in the ocean (brrrrr), run away from raccoons, and the list goes on and on.

We went camping with a family from our ward who had never taken their 5 kids camping before. It was lots of fun. They survived, and are even planning on going camping again in a couple of weeks. Sarah and Kate loved playing with friends while we camped. If you notice in one of the pictures of Kate and Tanner at the beach, Kate is making a point of showing off the gorilla's butt to the camera. Only Kate would do that. She's got to be about the cutest toothless wonder out there. I even survived fitting my pregnant butt (and tummy) into a mummy bag and sleeping on an air mattress. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I think that's it for camping for the summer. Our next camping trip will be next summer with a one-year-old. That should be interesting.