Labor Day camping trip

 

I know this is way late of a post but I'm going to do it anyway. Every year we go camping for this one weekend. My mom works for the Boy Scouts of America (awesome organization, that could always use a little extra love and support) and they opened up one of their camps to their employees. We went to Camp Tifie located in the hills above Mt. Pleasant Utah. Can we say beautiful!

 

 

  Anyway, this year we got a late start getting down there and decided to eat dinner in the truck on the way. We stopped at Taco Bell and ordered our food. So we have two bench seats in the truck, one in the front where Aaron Mason and I sit, one in the back for Lindz, Sean, and J-man ( Justin's nickname) naturally the driver (Aaron ) hands the middle person (me) all the food so he can get out of the way for the next car; while I'm searching through the 6-7 individual bags to get food out for everyone Lindzie pipes up from the back with " Mom why did you order yourself all that food?" I was just thinking does my child not understand its not all going in my mouth?

  When we finally get up there and set the tent up (by the light of an extremely bright moon and headlights), and settle in for the night for reasons I can't even remember Sean looks at me and says "Mom you'er a donkey " so I add that to Lindzie's comment about the food and ask Aaron if that means I'm a fat ass. Needless to say we had a good laugh over it.

 

 

I just want to share some of our pics, this is us getting ready to go on our hike. It wasn't long at all only about 1/4 mile but it was long enough to keep the kids entertained until lunch time, and the opening of the shooting range. We walked up to the new lodge, checked out the first aid training station, climbing wall, and went back to camp.

 

 

So this is the shooting range and the boys with their protective eye and ear gear on. Mason slept through the entier thing, this boy could sleep through WWIII I think. Lindzie couldn't close her right eye to sight her gun corectly so she had to learn to shoot left handed.

 

I had to add this one of Sean because he is so funny / cute that I couldn't resist. We all got to shoot a .22 rifle well except Mason, he wouldn't wake up for it.

 

 

We had a little rain Saturday afternoon, and a nice swim at the pool on Sunday where Aaron got a sunburn (hehe) and we found out that although Mason LOVES the bath he hates the pool.

 



 

 

 

Baby Mason & A Mom on Time out

       We have a baby! Little Mason was born Tuesday and weighed in at 7 pounds 15 ounces, he is 19 inches long and has some massive lung power. This little guy was screaming so loud I could hear him down the hall.

          We are doing good so far and by that I mean he eats and sleeps and I take my pain meds while I slip in and out of the post-baby crazies. Every mommy knows that this is not something to look forward to, and just like each pregnancy being different so is the emotional impact it leaves. I remember with Lindzie I would cry because I couldn't pee without the bathroom sink running. Sean made me cry because he was crying in the middle of the night and woke up Aaron. I didn't have baby blues with Justin at all and I wanted that again with Mason, but no such luck. I know with me that I will freak out more if I have had little or no sleep and I have had very little sleep. It started with me reacting in a very itchy way to the morphine, it was prity bad, have you ever seen a hamster clean it's face? That's what I was doing except it was all over.

           So for about 24 hours I didn't have that under control, add in the pain that wasn't under control and baby comming in every time I did try to sleep and I was very deprived. It was Wednesday when the crazy feelings started, I had just sent Mason back to the nursery after breakfast and was thinking how I loved how little he was and that he needed me and how cool it is that he came out of my body when I realized that I had decided to have my tubes tied and I would never have this experience again so I start crying and crying and about an hour latter my nurse come to check on me and I'm still crying and blubbering about how I made a horrible mistake and that I need to have it fixed, I need to talk to my doctor and have him reverse it before its too late. Well it was already too late. My nurse demanded I sleep, she made sure all my pain meds were current, strong, and that I had some good old Benadryl for the itching (nothing puts me out like Benadryl) and she put a do not disturbed sign on my door so I couldn't have visitors. It was like time- out until I could act normal.

     I really did need it, and after sleeping until noon-ish I was acting and feeling a lot better. But aparently I'm going to do this in episodes because after we got home I freaked out again. This time I had just changed the baby and he had gotten some poop on his clothes so I'm trying to get him changed, my 9 yr old daughter is trying to be a very good helper and my boys are trying to kill each other over a balloon. I get Mason changed hand him off to his daddy so I can get some Shout on the clothes and get them in the washer before we get stains and my father in law asked if my milk has come in, then I turned into an animal looking for a kill.

I snapped, said some things in an unkind way grabbed my baby and went to my room instructing Aaron to finish the laundry. In my room I cry for another 20 or so minutes about how I don't want to be crazy and I wish this was over then Aaron makes me get in bed makes sure my pain meds are current and strong and gives me my baby and tells me to sleep, again with the time- out!

And so it begins....

So everyone has a "family" blog. I have been putting it off and not wanting to do it, but here I am writing at 2:40 in the am. We will have to see how good I do, there's a baby coming in 27 days and that might just mess this up before we get going.

  Oh yeah, a little about us. Our family consist of my mostly always wonderful husband Aaron, our 8 yr old daughter Lindzie who is a great helper and mini mommy, then there is 4 yr old Sean who is tall and wicked smart for his age, Justin is 2 and not letting us forget that 2 is a terrible age to be, then there is baby on the way, its a boy, we don't have a name picked out yet and he will be here in less then a month.
  I met Aaron at the local McDonalds when I was 17 and had no doubt that I would marry him from that first moment. He doesn't believe in soul mates and I don't believe there is another man in the whole world that could deal with my crazy self day in and day out with out drinking or just up and leaving me. We were married in the Salt Lake LDS Temple in 2002. Our life is crazy but we make due. Lindzie came right after our first anniversary and being a mom at just 19 yrs old scared the crap out of me. I guess that's why there is a 4.5 yr difference between her and Sean. Justin was a complete suprise coming to our family only 18 months after Sean. I didn't even know I was pregnant with him until I was 16 weeks along. New baby is also a suprise, Aaron and I were going to start talking about when a good time to get pregnant would be in May of this year, thats right I'm due in less then a month and this is the month we were going to start thinking about a baby.
 This will also be our last baby, for a couple reasons.

1. Four is a good even number, a medum size family.
2. I want to be done having babies and changing diapers by the time I'm 30.
3. This is my 4th c-section, that is alot of major abdominal surgeries to have, not to mention that with every one the risk of something going wrong gets bigger.
4. The doctors have cut me off. Too many cuts to my pore uterus and now its just weak and not capable anymore. 

 So I'm going to get my tubes tied, yuck! That sounds so final. I never planned to be the one getting "fixed" but I'll already be cut open and they are just right there plus no added cost, so its the right thing to do....

 Ok so that was probably TMI for my first post but whatever its not going to be the last "TMI".