Pictures

Out of necessity, I uploaded the pictures from my camera. I am so lazy about that. MAYBE I'll post a few, or maybe not. But here are some random pictures of each of my delicious little babies. And I am actually in one of them which is rare.
Me and the G. man


Dawson (must have just gotten out of the bath- look at his cute, fuzzy hair)


Isaac and his favorite pose


And Henry's infectious smile.


Some funny Henry stories.

Last week Henry told me, "When I grow up, I'm going to be a turtle!"

But this week Henry told me reluctantly, "When I grow up, I'm going to be a man." and he twisted up one side of his mouth/cheek as if he were settling.

Dawson announced that he did a little hiccup and Henry's eyes brightened up. "I can do a hiccup!" He hopped right off the couch, and onto his hands and feet where he lifted his bum up and down in a primitive pushup motion. I informed him that pushups were different than hiccups. But that didn't stop him from feeling pretty brilliant.

Oh sweet baby! Scary night.

We have a nasty virus at our house and I am just praying it doesn't hit me because I know it will be SO bad if I get it. It attacks the lungs, and my lungs are wimpy to begin with.

I took Dawson to the doctor and confirmed that it wasn't anything dangerous, and over the course of 4 days it showed up in the other 3 kids. Including my baby!!!!!!

My sweet little G. baby has the nastiest barking cough, and I've been so worried about him. Last night I heard him barking for awhile, and then I heard silence for longer than seemed normal. I was SOOO tired and didn't want to get out of bed to check on him, but as a mother I can rarely turn off that need to check on my kids. So after pushing it off as long as I could I went in there to check on him.

Now let me say that every time I've ever opened the door to check on him he always stirs. I know without walking into the room that he's okay.

Last night I walked into his room and put my hand on his back to see if he was breathing. He didn't move. I couldn't feel him breathing at all. I shook him....nothing. I shook him harder, rocking his body back and forth....nothing. I grabbed his little arm and flopped his body over, and not gently at all...... nothing, not a stir. I scooped him up to go run into my bedroom and call 911 and I finally got him to let out a weak little cough. An eternity later (maybe only 5 seconds), he let out another little cough. Little by little I got him to start popping his lungs out and breathing well. I held on to him for most of the rest of the night, I was just SO grateful he was alive.

I don't really know if he wasn't breathing at all. I don't know if I walked in there at exactly the right minute to convince him to breathe. Maybe he was breathing, but it was just too shallow to detect. I don't know.

All I know is it might be the scariest moment of your life to flop your baby's body around without the slightest response from them. I really thought he was dead. I am SO glad that he's okay, and he's just as charming, cute, and talkative as ever. In fact he talked my ear off for most of the night. I just love that baby.

(A funny side note. After I got him to breathe normally, he started whispering a lot of things. For some reason I heard a word or two that triggered my middle-of-the-night mind to think that he was about to tell me about his near death experience. He must have said something about Jesus that caught my attention. But as I kept listening I started hearing more things about choo choos and doggies and realized he was just rambling.)

11 weeks

Okay, I wrote this post on Monday. I have been waiting to scan in the ultrasound pictures before I posted it, but I am now realizing I am way too lazy. So I'll post it now anyway.

I'm going to write a positive post. Even though I'm tempted to complain. At 11 weeks I am already having contractions associated with movement, so I am ordered to take it easy until 16 weeks when I can start the awful shots that relax my uterus. Blah. I have a lot to do, it's not a happy topic for me to think about.

Sooooo, lets talk about the great part of my appointment yesterday. I got an ultrasound. In 4 weeks my baby went from a blob to a baby. I had 3 boys with me at the ultrasound, and I told them the baby was waving to them as he moved his little hand through amniotic fluid.

Ok, so I know that most of the world is hoping for me to have a girl, but I really and truly am thrilled with another boy. I'd be happy either way, I can't go wrong.

But I watched this little baby waving his little hands and feet around with his brilliant little flickering heart and I couldn't help but think it's a "he". Maybe that's due to the fact stated by my boys that we "have tons of boys already" and I can't imagine anything else anymore. I don't know, but I kind of got settled into thinking this is a boy. The boys are already calling him Walker, and I overheard them the other day listing off family members and they included Walker.

I already posted this, but William Walker Low was one of the first settlers in Providence. He has his name on plaques at the old rock church, and a huge headstone at the cemetery. He is the 1st of the 7 generations of Lows to live here, my boys being that 7th generation. His father was also named David Low. Buuuuut, I think we will switch the two names around and call him Walker William Low.

I promise you this, we haven't discussed girl names one time since we got pregnant. Dave tried to bring it up, and I think he thinks it's a girl, but I won't talk about it.

I find myself with a constant prayer in my heart. It's something to the effect of this. "Oh Heavenly Father, please send me one exactly like this." This prayer is in my heart as I spend my days with my current baby, none other than the G. monkey. I would love nothing more than to have a little clone of my G. Jesse. Send me the eyes and the long lashes, the evil grin, the tasty cheeks, the big appetite, the charming personality, the funny phrases, the quirkiness, I will even take the naughtiness (although if you want to leave that out I wouldn't mind). I am so madly in love with my 2 year old, and want this baby to be just like him. In.Every.Way.

But of course, they all come different, and I will take whatever God gives me and love it. I'm excited. I want a baby. And it's a darn good thing because it is NOT going to be easy to get one here. Dave tells me it's not much longer. I assure him that 24 weeks is a long ways away!

Pregnancy Post

Yes, I feel sick. I spend a lot of time in bed. But I must admit that I feel better than I did with probably all my other pregnancies. I think I am better medicated. I am taking B6, B Complex, Zofran, Phenergan, and Zantac. How's that for a cocktail? I think it's working, I'm not as sick as I could be, and I've only thrown up 3 times. But when I throw up, it is always following a night out. So I'm staying home from now on.

My little sister Kate has spent a lot of time here playing with my boys. They have had a blast with her. And I pretty much ignore everyone and stay in bed. It's a great situation, and we're grateful for her help.

My little sister Lauren brought me the sweetest mother's day present of all the foods that she knew were working for me in this pregnancy. It cost way too much for a college student, and it was painful accepting the gift thinking how she spent her hard earned money on it. Lauren notices things. She is very thoughtful. A lot like Aimee was.

My mom is probably the most positive person I have ever met. She is always genuinely surprised/excited when I answer the phone and don't sound like I'm dying. She helps me to remember to be grateful that I'm not sicker.

My children understand. They know I'm sick, and when they ask, "Mom, can you get me some cereal?" What they are really saying is, "Hey mom, if you get up in the next half hour or so, could you quickly get me some cereal while you're up?" They are patient and kind to me, and have been pretty well behaved through my sickness.

My house doesn't understand. It can't figure out why I don't clean it or take care of it. It's just going to have to be patient. I can't afford a maid.

My husband is WONDERFUL! He has been so patient with me. Willing to drop anything, at any time of the day and go buy me whatever I am craving. Understanding of the messy house. And he is always checking up on me, hoping that I am feeling well. He makes this baby possible, I am grateful to have his support.

My uterus is stretched out. Or something! I look about 4 months pregnant already. But I really don't care, I do whatever works to survive, and usually wear sweats while I do it!

That's the update for now. The boys are telling everyone we are having a boy and naming him Walker. Sooooo, that's what we're planning on unless an ultrasound tells us otherwise. We'll know for sure at the end of July. I can honestly say I will be quite happy either way. I'm just so excited to have a baby, and thrilled at how "far" apart this baby will be from G. Jesse. I am loving have my little G. baby for a little bit longer.

Happy Mother's Day!

I had the best Mother's Day I could have possibly had this year. I woke up to Isaac bringing me breakfast in bed at 9:00. Peanut Butter Sandwich, and canned pears. Hey, I'll take it, and I ate most of it. I showered and curled my hair, but then felt too sick to go to church. I just couldn't seem to stay upright without wanting to throw up, so G. Jesse and I stayed in bed all morning. After church my mom and sisters came over and they made dinner for us. Mostly my mom did the work. And she cleaned up afterwards. I feel a little guilty for her Mother's Day, but I couldn't do much, I just felt too sick.

I forgot to include my "poor mans massage" that my little boys gave me. Lotion on the feet. Monster trucks on my back. And my hair brushed. It could use some improvements, but I can't complain too much.

I am SO grateful to be a mother. I just adore my little boys with everything I have. Being a mother is the most tiring, thankless job out there. Sometimes I feel like they don't even notice the things I do for them. But I wouldn't trade it for any career. I love being with my little boys, I love being their mom, I love knowing that there isn't much more I could sacrifice, I give pretty much everything I have to motherhood.

I am SO grateful for the man who enables me to be a mother. He is so supportive of me, especially right now that I am a lump in bed, and he does EVERYTHING in his power to help me survive. He loves being a father, and is overflowing with joy at the thought of having baby #5. He works hard for our family, and is always trying to be better.

I am SO grateful for my own mother, and thankful that I got to serve her a little in the last year, because she is serving me way too much right now. But she has been raising kids for 37 years, and continues to do it. It is a blessing to have such a wonderful mother who has taught me so much. I am so lucky to live close to her now, and have such a close relationship with her. When I got in the car today, it took 10 minutes for me to convince G. that we weren't going to Grandma's house. He just kept begging! My kids love their Grammy so much!

Hope everyone had a great Mother's Day!

Crazy Pregnant Dreams

I always have crazy dreams when I am pregnant. Last night I dreamed that we were on a cruise ship that had a circus. You had to climb up many flights of stairs to get to the show. I saw on a poster that my dad was the main event as an acrobat. I suddenly remembered that he did that, somehow I forgot? So I ran and ran up the steps to see his show just as it was starting. Up, and up all those flights of stairs. I was exhausted and out of breath when I reached the top, only to look down and see that the acrobat wasn't my dad. I saw the poster at the top of the stairs with another man's name as the main event. Apparently the poster I saw earlier had been old. But of course they replaced him, he's dead. Of course I didn't remember that he was an acrobat, because he didn't do it anymore.

I cried and cried, and I couldn't even catch a breath between my sobs. And I woke up dry sobbing in my bed. No tears, but sobbing. It's weighed on me a little this morning. But my dad never was an acrobat anyway. I was so excited to see him, but when I'm awake I know I can't. I think I'll just blame crazy pregnant hormones. But for some reason I felt like blogging my dream.

Mother's Day Card

Isaac gave me an early Mother's Day card. It had lots of flowers he colored on it, and the following poem:

Roses are red
The sky is blue
I love you
more than anything

I teared up and held him longer than he was probably comfortable with, so that he wouldn't see me crying. The poem didn't even rhyme, but it sure melted my heart.

Do you think my mom would react the same way if I colored her a card like that? It's too bad I can't give a gift from the heart quite like a 7 year old can.

This made me laugh today

I had to edit a few, and delete a few to keep it clean, but this is still quite funny!

Letters of Truth

Dear Noah,

We could have sworn you said the ark wasn't leaving till 5.

Sincerely,

Unicorns



Dear America,

You produced Miley Cyrus. Bieber is your punishment.

Sincerely,

Canada



Dear Yahoo,

I've never heard anyone say, "I don't know, let's Yahoo! it..." just saying...

Sincerely,

Google



Dear 2010,

So I hear the best rapper is white and the president is black? What happened?!

Sincerely,

1985



Dear Windshield Wipers,

Can't touch this.

Sincerely,

That Little Triangle



Dear Rose,

There was definitely room on that Door for the both of us.

Sincerely,

Jack

PS, you let go



Dear girls who have been dumped,

There are plenty of fish in the sea... Just kidding! They're all dead.

Sincerely,

BP



Dear Saturn,

I liked it, so I put a ring on it.

Sincerely,

God



Dear Fox News,

So far, no news about foxes.

Sincerely,

Unimpressed



Dear jf;ldsfa/kvsmmklnn,

Please lknvfdmv.xvn.

Sincerely, Stevie Wonder



Dear Nickleback,

That's enough.

Sincerely, The World



Dear Skin-Colored Band Aids,

Please make one for every skin color.

Sincerely, Black people



Dear Scissors,

I feel your pain.....no one wants to run with me either.

Sincerely, Sarah Palin



Dear Osama Bin Laden,

Marco....

Sincerely, United States



Dear Batman,

What was your power again?

Sincerely, Superman



Dear Customers,

Yes, we ARE making fun of you in Vietnamese.

Sincerely, Nail Salon Ladies



Dear Global Warming,

You're the best imaginary friend ever!

Sincerely, Al Gore



Dear Ugly People,

You're welcome.

Sincerely, Alcohol



Dear Mr. Gump

What are you talking about? There's a little diagram on the lid that tells you EXACTLY what you're gonna get....

Sincerely, Jenny



Dear Katy Perry,

I liked the kiss too.

Sincerely, Justin Beiber



Dear Haiti,

Is it too early to ask what's shakin'?

Sincerely,

Seriously Going To Hell



Dear World,

Please stop freaking out about 2012. Our calendars ends there because some Spanish d-bags invaded our country and we got a little busy ok?

Sincerely,

The Mayans



Dear White People,

Don't you just hate immigrants?

Sincerely,

Native Americans



Dear Giant Spider on the Wall,

Please die. Please die. Please die. Please die. CRAP! Where did you go?

Sincerely,

Terrified



Dear Trash,

At least you get picked up...

Sincerely,

The Girls of Jersey Shore



Dear Dr. Phil,

Look man, there's only room for one fake doctor in this world and I was here first.

Sincerely,

Dr. Pepper

Renovations

We are expanding our house by two feet. Renovations have already begun and are already taking their toll on this family. We are scheduled to be done by December 6th, but we usually wrap these things up a little early. As uncomfortable as I feel bragging about this so early on, height and width restrictions make it quite obvious, and some members of our family have a hard time keeping secrets anyway. We'll keep you posted on the progress.....maybe...... If we have energy.