What a week for us! Jack enjoyed his birthday celebrations all weekend. He requested to go swimming, so on Saturday we had a pool party in Kamas, followed by a Jack's Favorite Foods lunch, and a donut tower birthday cake at Gma Bonnies. He was lucky enough to have his best girl come, the rest of the cool Hatchs, and the fun Hargiss duo come party with us!
On Sunday,
while I was recovering from a migraine the previous night, we had
birthday dinner with cousin Tessa (Her bday is on the 10th). Jacked
didn't eat anything, but played like crazy with his band of
brothers...Easton, Mack, Jarom, Ky, and Brock. He opened presents and
blew out candles of his Dusty Crophopper cake. After having a bite, he
told me "Mom my cake doesn't taste very good" and off he was to playing.
I should have stuck to another donut tower :)
On Monday
we anxiously waited all day for our Dr appointment. I actually kept
forgetting throughout the day, but Heath was on the ball and reminded me
multiple times we were going to find out if its a boy or girl. Here we
are anxiously waiting for our turn in the ultrasound room.
I
was nervous the baby would be too small to see what we needed to but
luckily I was wrong. We saw a head, arms, backbone, heart, femurs, but
this babe was comfortable in its spot and wouldn't let us catch a
glimpse between the legs. After 5+ minutes, my Dr asked if could wait
around while he saw his next patient. We could try in a few minutes to
see if the baby would change position. Heath said, "Well, I'm not
leaving until we can see something so we will be right here waiting."
Good thing our Dr has a good sense of humor.
As
we sat there, I all of the sudden wanted a girl! This whole pregnancy,
and since having Brock, I thought I would be perfectly happy with all
boys and even dreaded having a girl a little bit. It was a strange
feeling to suddenly want a little girl. I think it was because I
realized a girl would be more exciting maybe..??
The
next go around was a success. I had seen the evidence two times
previously and knew before the Dr could even open his mouth. One more
little rascal to add to this handsome crew...
Jack was pretty excited and Brock was well past his patience limit, he didn't care. All he said was while pointing to my belly in a couple of spots, "Brother here. And sister here." I think we have finally convinced him there is no sister, just a brother. Their top choice for a name is Snotrod and Roodie Cowboy. My desire for a little girl was short lived. I was perfectly happy with another boy!
Tuesday was Jack's official birthday. It would have been any other day except he got a special facetime call from our two favorite missionaries. It seemed like most of the conversation consisted of funny faces from J and B. They loved chatting with Gma and Gpa. Thanks for the call!
(The volume level is to protect the identity and rights of the crazy grandparents behind)
Thursday
morning at 4am Heath and his dad departed for Colorado. Another sale,
but the purpose of attending this one was to network, market our
hopefully 100K cow, and look for the next bull to use for breeding. I
got the lucky job of staying home and feeding cows for two days while
they were off "playing".
Let
me tell you, this was a huge stretch for me. A million things could go
wrong that I would have to deal with-- cows getting out, complication
with the birth of a new calf that was expected, electric fence issues, a
frozen water trough, truck malfunctions...you name it I was stressed
about it. Problems like these come up ALL the time for Heath.
Luckily
the Lord loves me and knew just what I could handle. Which was, smooth
driving in a massive diesel stick-shift truck while hauling a tower of
hay, easy-peasy taking down and putting up the electric fence to get
into the pasture to feed, no cutting myself with Heath's
leatherman...which I am good at doing, two well behaved little cowboys
to "drive" the truck (yes the truck was really moving) while I stood on
the flatbed and broke off chucks of a 500lb bale of hay for the black
ladies, no new calves or any signs of one, no storms, no fence problems,
and no mean cows. Just cowboy Jack getting his hand smashed in the door
of the truck and Brock peeing on his own leg.
(sorry...I had to share because this is life with boys!)
Success.
I
felt pretty proud of myself and even more grateful for a smooth two
days without the Herdsman. You can call me Cowgirl Poo-Doo.
(I did step in a big fresh cow turd, so the nickname is very fitting)
Friday included
gymnastics class for the boys. Brock's first time! He isn't quite old
enough but they let him give it a try. I was so worried he would be the
crazy, defiant kid he is for me and we would be asked to leave or told
he can't participate yet. Of course, he proved me wrong. That's just how
he is. He was an angel! It was so heart melting to watch him listen to
his teacher, roll, jump, balance beam walk, hang and flip on the bars,
and of course make sure he was always next to Jack inline.
Friday
also included another successful round of feeding cows, watching cousin
Jake play basketball at Tooele HS, and a midnight throw up episode from
Brock. It was a rough night and made me a little more grateful for the
nights Heath is home.
Saturday my
knight in cow manure came home. Just in time to take care of me and
Brock with the stomach bug and then leave again to chaperon the Senior
Snow Ball Dance held at the UofU football stadium (in the box). Little
did I know, it was just the beginning of another crazy weekend....
stay tuned.
