Fishing at Duck Valley

Michael had a few day break between the end of spring semester and the beginning of summer term. So we went fishing with his mom and dad and sister Kristal. The children were in heaven, until about day three, at which point everyone was grumpy and out of sorts. Ethan loved going out in the boat with Grandpa. Grandpa hits the fish with a piece of wood to knock them out. Ethan got really, really into that. "Hit its tail. Make its tail dead. Its tail is still moving. Hit it." I hope he doesn't turn into a psychopath.

Libby also loved going out in the boat. But she didn't like the fish part at all. Any time a fish came near her, she would scoot away squawking. As much as they loved the boat the favorite activity was throwing little stones into the water.

This was the biggest fish we caught while we were up there. And yep I caught it. I was still pretty sick while we were up there, so please excuse my appearance. And I really didn't want to touch the fish. I was being a sissy girl.

Dying Eggs and Easter Morning

Easter Pictures, Finally!

Ethan and Libby at their cousins house for an Easter Party. Aunt Amy gave all of the kids super cool sunglasses.

Libby refused to put her eggs in the basket, I think she thought we were planning on taking them away.

My first attempt at fondant, I thought it was super cute.

Really Good Excuse

As some of you may of noticed Michael and I haven't really been posting for the last three months. That my dear friends is because I have been sicker then a dog. At first we thought I was pregnant but then I started spotting so we figured things weren't going well. And we were right. Our midwife thought it was a simple miscarriage, so I took some pills that would convince my body to finally just miscarry. This whole time I was about three times as sick as I ever was with my other two children. So took the pills and did that whole thing (whole other story in itself) and expected to start feeling better. Two weeks later I was still so morning sick I was light headed from dehydration. Went to the doc-in-the-box and he gave me some drugs for my nausea, which worked for about a day. Went back to the midwife and she took a blood test. Called me the next day, my hCg (pregnancy hormones) were really, really high. Higher then with a normal pregnancy.

So I went to my OB. He did an ultra-sound and it was determined I had a molar pregnancy. I didn't know what it was either. Apparently there really never was a baby. Maybe for a second, but that's about all. Then my body kind of took over and went crazy. It made tons of extra placenta cells, so I had lots and lots of placenta material and other stuff. But never any baby.
My OB did a D&C at the hospital the next day to clean everything out and hopefully get my back to normal. That happened a week ago Thursday. Since then I have been able to eat and not puke, that is very exciting. I've also put back on some of the weight I lost when I was throwing up everything. I have to go in for blood tests every week until my hCg comes back down to zero. This may take a few months. There is also a chance that the molar pregnancy can start growing again before I reach that point. If that happens it starts to act like a cancer and then I will have to have a mild round of chemotherapy. I don't think that will happen though. But even if it does after everything is said and done I will still be able to have children. So that is the story. That is why we haven't really been posting.

I have been lying on the couch feeling like death and Michael has been working, going to school, and being Mr. Mom. But now I feel much, much, much better. So we may finally get Easter pictures posted. Love you all. And don't worry about me, I am doing very well.

Busy Busy Busy!!

So, evidently it's been over two months since we last posted. Sorry about that. Let's catch up!

Here's another one of Katie's beautiful cakes!
Here is Ethan with his lady friend Savannah when they came to visit from Missourah. (She's intimidated by his charm and good looks :)












Here is yet another one of Katie's lovely cakes. This one was made with butter cream frosting, which Katie and I discovered we don't really care for that much. It tastes too much like butter, and doesn't belong on a cake. It was a hit when I took it to work though. A butter cream connoisseur rolled his eyes back into his head when he ate it, so our fears about it not being made correctly were put to rest. We still don't like it.