It's random, lovely, full of misspelled words and terrible punctuation. It's about me, Erin, my family and friends, in real life. There's sugar but no sugar coating.
"Come what may, and love it!......Yet in spite of discouragement and adversity, those who are happiest seem to have a way of learning from difficult times, becoming stronger, wiser, and happier as a result." ~ Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin
Are we there yet? (the end I mean) 40 weeks? I'm 21 weeks and feeling it. They say the older you are the harder pregnancy is. I'm starting to believe it. Ok, I'm not really feeling that bad. It's just getting a little harder to maneuver the stairs and breathe at the same time.
Noah is a good, little helper. He helps with the laundry. He helps empty the dishwasher. And he helps with the baking. Wish I could get Heath to do that. :)
Well, the leaves are starting to change and the temperature starting to lower. Heath bikes to school so he has started wearing something to keep his head warm. Noah saw him this morning and wanted a hat too. They looked so cute I had to take a picture.
One of these pictures is a profile of the baby. The other is a 3D ultrasound picture. He looks a little scary in the 3D picture because at 18 weeks they don't have fat under their skin yet. The baby's name as of right now is Asher Max (Asher is biblical and Max after my father). Sorry they're not better pictures.
Noah LOVES animal (any kind really). When we went to pick blueberries our friends turned off their electric fence because Noah was there. It's a good thing because he climbed right through the fence in with the sheep and started giving love. Heath says it looks like he's milking the thing but he's not :). It was so cute. And yes, the sheep were nice. The other picture is Heath and Noah in the blueberry bush.
So, our computer is up and going and hopefully it will stay that way. I just wanted to post some fun pictures. We're getting ready for the winter. The word around town is that we won't be able to get out sometimes in the winter. We've got a pretty good stock pile of food just in case.
I had an ultrasound on Tuesday and sure enough we're having a little boy. We are very excited. Noah doesn't understand yet but he'll be glad to have a new little playmate. We really like it here in PA. We really love our ward. I serve in the young women's presidency and Heath serves in the bishopric. The ward isn't very big but the people are so nice and we've made so many friends. We feel like we fit right in. We're so blessed. A lot of the people have gardens out here. They're very nice and like to share so so far I've been able to make strawberry jam, can green beans, and cut corn off the cob for freezing. We were able to pick a lot of blueberries too. Good news is that it was all free and all organic. :) I wish I could put all the pictures up but I'm not on our computer and I didn't bring them. I'm on a friends computer and she took these pictures of Noah. Anyway, hopefully we'll get our internet up and going soon. Until then!
He's a Grad student. He makes pots. He likes hunting and hanging out with his boys. You can visit his blog at www.checkoutmyblogatmyblog.blogspot.com (or click the picture).
"We artist are indestructible, even in a prison cell or a concentration camp I would be almighty in my own world of art. Even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell." - Pablo Picasso
Asher helps me develop faith. He has a nerve injury on his right arm. He also has trouble gaining weight. He sees an occupational therapist 2 times a week. He is sweet and shy but has a funny personality.
this is our story.
i called him. he said yes. he kissed me. i said, "i love you." he said, "i like you twelve." (that equals i love you.) he said "will you?" i said, "yes". we got married. he started school. we had noah. i became a mom. he became an artist. we moved to pa. he became a grad student. then came asher and i became the mom of 2. we moved back to utah. he became a teacher. me? the mom of three. we are happy. we are blessed.
Children are made readers on the laps of their parents. - Emily Buchwald