Three weeks already!

Once again I have slacked again on updating my blog. Our little Paxton will be three weeks tomorrow. Time goes by too fast. So I have put some pictures down below and here is a little update of how we are doing.

- The first week he was pretty much awake from midnight until morning. Now he is waking up about twice a night and last night he only woke up once - at 4 AM!!!
- I have never had a kid that needs a complete change of clothes as often as he does. He wets through everything several times a day. I have tried different diapers and it doesn't help. It's quite the task to keep enough onsies clean for this little guy.
- If only babies came at exactly perfect timing - tax season is not perfect timing. During the week following his birth, I had to work in Idaho Falls three times to finish up my tax clients plus try to keep up on my bookkeeping job from home. I know, I'm really whining here. But luckily I was able to just bring him to work with me.
- At his 5 day check up he weighed 5 lbs 10 oz. and at his two week check up he was 6 lbs. 10 ounces. What a growing kid, he has already gained a pound!
- Parker has done better than I thought he would. He likes to open Paxton's eyes for him. He kicked him in the head when we had been home from the hospital all of about 10 minutes (but that was accidental). But other than that - oh ya, and pushing Paxton's car seat off the bed (he was buckled safely in, luckily) - he's done pretty good. On the second day that we were home, Parker put his head under my blanket, said "I'm hungry" and made a monstrous silly fake bite towards me. Then a few days later the meltdowns started and at one point he threw himself on the ground and just cried. I picked him up and was hugging him, he pulled at the neck of my shirt, and started licking my neck area. I started to laugh, which made him furious so he pinched me. Poor little guy, he's having to adjust to someone embarking on his territory.
- The girls adore him. Livvy loves to sit and hold him, but it doesn't take long before her arm is feeling too tingly. However, the warm weather has definitely made Paxton less appealing.
- Okay, I have to brag about Jared for a second. He is SO, SO helpful. He has always been great at helping around the house when he is home, but he has gone out of his way to do whatever he can to let me get a little more rest and help keep the house tidy. Thanks sweetie.
- It's so great to have a baby in our house again. We are thinking this might be the last so I wish I could slow it down a bit. I love the smell of a freshly bathed baby that has been all lotioned up, and the newborn baby cry, and the cute little smiles while they are sleeping. I have mixed feelings as we are making this decision to be done having children. I'm a bit excited to get on with the next phase of raising kids, but I sure will miss this.

First bath

Easter Weekend

Easter weekend started out with painting eggs on Friday night. I worked this day and on my drive home from work I was having to tell myself to go home, put a smile on my face, and paint Easter eggs. I was exhausted, I hadn't finished everyone's tax return which meant I would have to go back on Monday, and a bit on the grumpy side. Then Saturday morning we had our egg hunt, Jared took the kids to the "big" national rodeo, and I had some time to sit around with Paxton. Sunday we were able to go to church with Grandpa and Grandma Hoy and then head over to Gramsie's for Easter dinner and another egg hunt. The picture in the old truck is Parker with his accomplice in crime, Gavin (a.k.a cousin so close in age that they are completely naughty together) and Gavin's big brother Brogan.

Time to leave this place!

The doctor came in about 8:30 in the morning the next day and asked when I wanted to go home. I told him now. And to my surprise he said okay. I hate being at the hospital. They are constantly checking on you so sleep is almost impossible. And I don't know what to do with myself in that little tiny room.

Paxton Lund Hobbs

Here are a couple of pics of the newest member of the Hobbs family. We came in this morning to see if the docs could turn him so he was facing head first instead of butt first. That took only a few minutes, looked really painful for mom but that's coming from a dad that is a wussy. Once they got him rolled over they started the procedure so he would not try and turn back over. At noon they started the PIT and at one they broke her water. Paxton Lund Hobbs was born at 4:25 weighing in at 5.14, and a whole 19 inches long.

Dress Ups!

So maybe it is time we purchased some new dress ups. Parker's
favorite dress up is Tinkerbell. He screams for his Tinkerbell, wings and all. Today he
at least added some testosterone to his outfit by adding the
tiger face. Poor little confused boy, that 's what happens when you
have only big sisters.

Ice Cream Temples

For FHE, we had a lesson on temples and then made a temple sculpture out of ice cream. The kids made Angel Moroni out of a butterscotch chip. And then towards the end our temple looked more like a muddy mess. Also, here our some pictures of my big belly! I think I have doubled in size the last couple of weeks. Is there anybody out there who feels at all cute the last few weeks of pregnancy? And Jared's new nickname for me lately is Prego. So when he gets home in the evening and walks through the door he says, "Hey Prego." Umm, yep, that doesn't help me feel any more attractive.

The Big 28!

Okay, I didn't think I had anything to blog about lately, but I was looking through the camera and found pictures of my b-day last month. I had to work this day (Livvy's clothes were not in my control) so Jared and the girls made lasagna and decorated the house and cake. I love Swedish Fish and licorice, but I'm not sure if I love them on top of chocolate frosting! :)

Sunday Morning

Is there anything good about 11:00 church??
I hate 11:00 church. It's right in the middle of
my day. But we sleep in, we eat a good breakfast,
and I can give a feeble attempt at doing cute
hair-dos. Alivia's hair took me FOREVER. One of
my linked blogs has so many cute little hair-dos.
And she makes it seem so easy. This took me
several tries, a second pair of hands (thanks, Hon),
and a patient kid. And it doesn't look near as good
as the picture I was looking at.

Who needs bibs, aprons, and napkins!

Can anybody identify this?? Yep, it's my couch with some gross looking spot on it. It's not the right consistency for something that came out of a nose. Any guesses? Actually, it's yogurt after breakfast. I must have missed a spot on Parker somewhere. But don't you love dirty little fingers. I see them being wiped underneath the table (when a napkin is right next to their plate), being wiped on their own jeans, but better yet, sometimes I feel a little kid walk by and run their fingers across me. And of course, it's not a touch of "I love you, Mommy." It's more like, this looks like a GREAT place to wipe my boogery face and fingers.

Happy Birthday,Kayla!!

Kayla is on the verge of becoming an old lady,
according to her. She turned 9!!! For her b-day,
she invited a few friends rollerskating. Wow!
Why do I go to the work of throwing birthday
parties. This was so easy. No games to make,
no treat bags, no decorations. We ordered pizza
and had cupcakes. And of course, in the morning,
her usual b-day breakfast, pancakes with candles.

It's About Time for a New Post!!!

New Slippers! Gramsie (Jared's mom) made new slippers for everyone in the family for Christmas. That would be 27 pairs (I think) with Jared's siblings' families, plus she probably did more for Dale's children too. My kids have loved them. They are perfect for sliding on the hardwood. Look at the bottoms of Parker's, they're so cute.

Terrible Twos, Terrfic Threes, ....Fours,....Fives

What word describes the fours and fives? For Alivia, terrible twos, were non existent. I had the perfect child. Then something happened almost over night at about 4 years old. I have been trying to think of negative words that start with f. Frightening fours, freakin' fives, which is a word I have had to cut out of my vocabulary since growing up a little from high school and becoming a mom. Even though, I'm sure Jared would tell you, once in a while he hears something mumbled out of my mouth that sounds something like, "freakin retard." So coming up with words that begin with F to describe Alivia's stage right now isn't easy and probably shouldn't be contemplated too much. But she is near impossible. She won't do anything. She can't get herself dressed in time for preschool. One morning she finally made it dressed right as it was time to go. Her hair had been in little braids the day before and was a mess everywhere. I said, "Oh darn, it looks like you are going to have to go to school with your hair like that." She cried almost the whole way there about how embarassing this was. Then when she got home, she said, "the boys liked my hair today" and fluttered her eyes in that cute but devilish way that she does. She lies constantly. Kayla still wouldn't dare to lie, Kayla had her own issues when she was five, but lying was never one of them. :) The other day I went into her room and found clothes underneath her bed (this isn't the first time), and I said, Livvy there are clothes underneath your bed. Would you like to take care of that or would you like me to?" So of course she wanted to and ran quickly up the stairs. And about two seconds later she came back down, smiling big, and said, "It's all done. I was so fast." There was no way that huge pile of clothes was taken care of. I went and looked, and she had just pushed them under her bed even more. She must think she has the stupidest mom in the world. :) But everyday is filled with tantrums, lying, and not being able to get anything accomplished. And these two stories are stories that kind of make me laugh. They are not the ones that make me go sit in my room for a few minutes so I can think about how I should handle her at that moment. I feel like we have been quite consistent in consequences with her, but I see improvement only on a very short temporary basis. So when Jim Fay says things like, "A child worth keeping is one who tries us again and again," - or something like that in meaning - I want to say, freakin Jim Fay retard, freakin Love and Logic. :) Sorry, Mom, I know you would say I am not speaking like a lady right now. :) But, Kayla is living proof that phases come and go. And I am attending another Love and Logic course next month, so maybe that will give me enough optimism and reminding of what I lovingly need to do to get through this phase. And maybe it is just a sign to me that I need to get down on my knees a little more often and ask for help. :) It's amazing that despite it all, I find her spunkiness endearing and cute.