Introducing the Fourth Wuehler

Saturday I had a bit of a melt down. I felt a frantic rush to get the house clean and all baby equipment set up. Brent tried to put me down for a nap and I resisted, telling him it was more important I get everything in order than get my sleep. Long story short, Brent won and I woke up a bit more contrite and apologized. I told him I wasn't sure what had come over me but I'd heard pregnant women will "nest" like crazy when the baby's about to be born. That should have been clue #1.

Sunday I went to church mostly to make sure Mindy (who is due a couple of weeks after me but is known to go early) was still there. Phew! She was :) As usual, I just went to sacrament and then Brent took me home so I could take a nap. Brent sternly told me I had to nap, not just catch up on episodes of The Locator. I was still exhausted from the day before so I told him not to worry. Just before he walked out the door I flippantly said, "I'll try not to go into labor while you're gone." Memo to me, memo to me, watch what you say because you never know when the irony gods are listening and laughing. Brent pulled his cell phone out of his suit jacket pocket and told me just in case he'd have it on. It didn't occur to either of us that would mean little when he returned to church and was surrounded by lots of noisy toddlers.

15-20 min after Brent left I was eating lunch and watching the Duke game. Suddenly I felt wet and so I ran (Read: waddled) to the bathroom. Feeling like a geriatric with no bladder control, I emptied myself and pondered how I could have done that. Then I stood up and another gush of fluid came out of me. Not so geriatric at that point. I called Brent... no answer. I called my mom... no answer. I called my sister Katrina and told her what happened. She confirmed that my water probably broke and I needed to get to the hospital. I told her I couldn't get a hold of Brent (who also had the car) and she reminded me every ward has a clerk's office. If church was still going on there was probably someone in there who could hunt him down for me. Just for good measure I tried calling him again... no answer. I called the hospital and gave them the rundown. They gave me the green light to come in.

I called the clerks office and Dave answered. I told him I needed him to run down to the nursery to severely chastise my husband for not answering his phone. "Ooooohkay...." he responded. Then I told him my water broke. "Oh! Okay!" I'd completely forgotten that to get to the nursery, Dave would have to go past the open room where RS was being held. He swiftly grabbed the RS President and together they headed to the nursery. Sources tell me they then saw Brent run out, Dave run out, the RS President run out and basically no one got anything out of the lesson after that. I received a call from Brent telling me he had given the car seat and charge of Liesel to the RS President who would follow him home to grab her pre-packed diaper bag. He also told me he'd be home in 2-3 minutes. Perhaps it's good to mention here he was still at the church which is 10-13 minutes away.

We took the Mass Pike into downtown and got stuck in horrible traffic. Turns out it was the St. Patrick's Day parade in South Boston and there was some kind of emergency that was tying things up even worse. We didn't move an inch for 15 minutes and finally Brent started taking side roads. We drove by what looked like a huge fire coming out of a manhole and finally, finally made it to the hospital. Things from there went fairly quickly. Our nurse told us if the baby was born after 8 PM we'd get an extra night in the hospital. At 7:30 I was fully dilated and ready to go but we waited. This isn't our first time at the rodeo and we knew what an extra night at the hospital (with nursery) means.

Ireland was born at 8:35 PM weighing 7 lbs 8.3 oz and 20 inches. Start to finish it was just about 6 1/2 hours to bring her into this world... or an eternity depending on your view :) The estrogen to testosterone rating in our house has gone from 2:1 to 3:1 and Brent couldn't be happier. Me? I've fallen in love again and am so excited for this newest addition to our little family.

Help?

Any Cougars out there happen to know what was in BYU Sparkle? They don't make it anymore and if memory serves it was some concoction of cranberry juice, orange juice and Sprite??? I can't remember for sure though so I'm hoping someone else does.

Mucho obligado in advance for your help!

Mona Liesel's Smile

Between breaking some big molars, entering the world of potty training and anticipating a new baby sister, life has been a little hectic for Liesel. She's had her up days and her down days but by and large she's handling all the changes quite well. When she was nothing more than a beautiful baby peering out of a blanket people told us over and over, "it just gets better." We couldn't agree more. Even though the occasional melt downs are no fun for anyone involved, she's such a joy in our lives.

Usually Brent lets me sleep in on the weekends but this morning Liesel would have none of it. She came to the door of the bedroom and said, "Mom? Hungry?" Then she cocked her head to the side, held out her hand and said, "COME ON!" It was just adorable and I'm still laughing about it.

When I was pregnant with Liesel I told Brent I didn't know what kind of mother I would be, but I was confident my daughter would be well-heeled. My latest slew of Gymboree clothes went on sale so we went back to the store to get the price adjustment. The only catch is that I wanted to keep the total amount spent the same so I wouldn't lose my Gymbucks which are redeemable in April. The ladies at the store were SO nice! They brought out all the stuff from the back for a newborn and a 2T. Some of it belonged in the back but there were a lot of things that were adorable and ridiculously cheap. This dress was all of $5. Initially I got it just because it seemed wrong not to. Once we were home I realized the colors and scalloped edges coordinated perfectly with a pair of her Crocs. She was looking cute but when I gave her low ponytails with huge bows it officially became one of my favorite outfits. Hands down dressing my daughter is one of the best perks of motherhood.

We've learned that a toddler's mood has it's polar opposites. On the flip side of the melt downs are her unbelievably giddy moments like this one. How can you not smile with a little girl like this?

Quote of the Day

"It's one thing to say something stupid; It's another to say something stupid to an idiot"

Where Everybody Knows Your Name?

Brent and I decided to make enchiladas for dinner. The plan was to make extra and freeze it for the day when the new baby help has dried up but I'm still not feeling up to making a whole meal. Liesel had been having a day. It's not unusual for her to get fussy at church but she was really irritable today. After church, she had just a one hour nap (as opposed to her usual three) and cried pitifully and relentlessly for Brent after that. He figured she was teething because that's so unlike her so he gave her a dose of Motrin. While we rolled enchiladas, she insisted on standing up in her highchair and fussing. We couldn't have her running around our feet while we were at the stove with very hot food items. Again, she was having a rough day and particularly fussy. To keep her safe, Brent put her in on the guest bed with some toys and some Muppet videos on the computer. She's climbed up and down from that bed dozens of times with no problem.

A few minutes later we heard a loud crack and ran in to find Liesel face down on the floor. Brent swept her up in his arms and I was relieved to see there was no broken nose and no bloody mouth. We returned to the kitchen and Brent put her back in her high chair. It wasn't until then we saw the ginormous goose egg emerging from her forehead. I just about went into labor right then and there as my biggest motherhood fears were realized. Brent and I went into a flurry of activity putting away our enchilada stuff, throwing on clothes, putting together an ice pack, grabbing Liesel's medical records, keys, wallets and gathering what was left of our composure to try and remember the fastest route to Children's Hospital. You may not be able to see it very well, but the bump takes up half of her forehead and the picture doesn't do the bruising justice. Really, she looked horrible. We were a tornado of activity around her as she tenderly touched it while sobbing "boo boo?" The pleading look in her eyes seemed to ask us if she'd done something wrong. It absolutely broke my heart.

Now I'm sure there are many veteran mothers out there who are rolling their eyes at me. Logically I know toddlers often get head injuries. They're new to walking and don't understand their boundaries yet. Their bodies heal faster than an adults does and head injuries swell like crazy. One of my good friends once told me "kids bounce" and her MD friend told her when kids are really injured it's more likely abuse than a simple accident. However, being pregnant I'm particularly sensitive to children in pain and seeing my own girl with something that HUGE and already bruising on her head will undoubtedly keep me uptight for weeks to come. As if sitting in the emergency room isn't stressful enough, I found myself surrounded by sick and injured children and the thought that any of them had been abused made me want to bawl my eyes out. Perhaps by the time Liesel's little sister is old enough to take a dive onto a hardwood floor I'll be more calloused, but for now I reserve the right to panic.

At Children's I repeatedly asked any official person who would listen to me if I was over-reacting and they all said no, it was a pretty bad bump and it was a good thing we brought her in. Three hours, a $50 copay and $9 in parking later we had instructions to keep an eye on Liesel and she was happily singing BINGO in her car seat. We're still not sure what happened, but something must have tied her up for her to make a fall like that. We put her to bed, finished the enchiladas and sat down completely exhausted. Not that it was all horrible. I had to laugh at how the guy at the check-in desk wrote Brent's name on his tag. I still can't decide what it says... Whtehuher? Wluiehulner? Unxehuher? Whatever it is, I sound like I have a hair ball in my throat when I try to pronounce it. In any case, I think we'll be focusing a bit more on keeping our little monkey from falling off the bed.

To BYU, With Love

Yesterday I read an article in The Chronicle of Higher Education that really got me thinking. The article was about how Miami University of Ohio sends Valentine's Day cards every year to its "merger" couples. A merger couple is one formed by the marriage of two alumni or current students. Based on informal surveys, Miami believes they have one of the highest percentages of alumni marrying alumni which is about 14% of all graduates.

So of course I had to consider my own alma mater BYU. Brent and I met there and are both alumnus. My parents are, two of my sisters and their spouses are, as far as I know almost all of my BYU roommates married BYU boys. I was excited when Chelsea and Tyler came to mind (she was a Cougar and he was a Ute) but then Brent reminded me he subsequently got his Master's at BYU. Okay, so they're out. The SNCP? I'm pretty sure they're ALL BYU alumni (although I couldn't remember for sure about Sara). In fact, the vast majority of us--three of the five couples--came from the same ward. Then I tried digging deeper and thought through my mission companions. There was one, Gaylynn whose spouse went elsewhere. Other than her, if they went to BYU, their spouses did too.

Hmmmm, let's take a look at my current ward... I was able to think of two others: Scott and Mindy attended BYU, but their spouses went elsewhere. Brent's side of the family is a bit more diverse. His parents are both BYU alumni but his brother and sister married non-BYU people. Yet again, Brent reminded me that if we expand our definition of BYU to include all campuses, not just Provo but Hawaii and Idaho, then that knocks out his brother who's wife went to BYU Hawaii. So technically that leaves just his sister. Now that I think of it, my sister-in-law did her undergrad at BYU but both she and my brother ended up at the University of Iowa where they met. That brings my total to roughly half a dozen. If I thought really hard I'm sure I could come up with a couple dozen but after racking my brains for a while it was clear BYU people tend to marry BYU people. Even Ashleigh and Ryan from So You Think You Can Dance both attended BYU!

Miami believes part of the reason they have such a high merger rate is because of their relatively remote location which fosters a close-knit campus. Hmmmm, so what's BYU's excuse? Provo is anything but remote and I don't know if you could accurately measure raging RM hormones of a chaste people who are more than ready to tie the knot. But I still think that has something to do with it. Perhaps this is a bit controversial, but I also think BYU students purposely look for other BYU students to marry. Let's face it, there's a prestige to attending BYU and it's nice to have that accomplishment and experience in common. And nowhere on the face of the earth are you as likely to find someone who shares your values and beliefs than BYU. Not that it doesn't happen... In fact, many of the merger couples I know didn't meet at BYU; that connection was made later.

My POINT is that Miami seems to think they have one of the highest "merger" rates of all schools. Based on my informal survey of the BYU folks I know, the Cougars absolutely have to have a much, much higher rate than 14% (Brent's guess is 60%). It's actually harder for me to think of an exception to the merger rule than someone who follows the rule! Another point of this article is that couples are much more likely to give back to the university than couples where only one person attended Miami--a difference of 25% to 15%. Interestingly enough, the BYU alumni office called Brent and I just a couple of weeks ago asking for a donation which we were happy to make. We have fond memories of the place and will continue to support the institution.

So the only question remaining is: where's my Valentine's Day card from BYU???

Boston Children's Museum

Yesterday at work my Internet suddenly went down. Then my Office Outlook. When I asked if anyone else was having problems, they not only concurred but they pointed out the phones were knocked out as well. The server blew and rumor has it the server blew pretty badly. They sent us home for the day which coincided perfectly with when Brent was coming downtown to take Liesel to the Children's Museum. They both had the day off and Brent needed to use the free tickets he'd received from work which were set to expire yesterday. I was happy to discover I would get to join them. Whitney also took Liesel to the Children's Museum over the summer and I'd only heard about the Bubble Room and other novelties second-hand.

Brent dropped us off near the entrance and then went to park the car in the metered parking which is free on holidays in the city of Boston. As would be expected, it was a madhouse. Even Liesel who is one to jump in the fray was taken aback by all the kids and excitement. We waited for Brent who called my cell and asked us to come to the admissions desk. I guess he looked like a kidnapper or something because without a child in tow he was being asked to turn in his ID. When they saw he was with a very pregnant woman and toddler they let him go. I had to laugh because as I've mentioned, Brent looks like a kid himself. It's good to know they're careful though.

We saw the famed Bubble Room, played in the Construction Zone, and experienced the Boston Black section. Sadly Liesel wasn't interested in going to the African Queen Beauty Salon to try our hand at styling black hair. In the middle of the museum they have this amazing sculpture/ climbing structure which goes as high as all 3 floors. When I first saw it I nearly had a heart attack. As I looked more closely, I realized it was well-designed to have a very low slope on each piece and to intertwine in such a way that it's amazingly safe. Liesel loved climbing on the lower pieces but her favorite part of the museum? The drinking fountain. No lie, there was a drinking fountain with a step stool just her height and she screamed when we finally pulled her away from it. This just added to my parenting theory of not buying toys. Kids are entertained by some of the plainest things in their world, why not put that toy money towards her 529 plan?

I discovered a few things about the Children's Museum: 1- It's where all the pregnant women are. I was definitely NOT alone in that respect. 2- The uniform of choice for mothers is yoga pants, lots of makeup and a Louis Vitton bag. 3- Kids don't ask to have a turn. They just walk up to you and stare until you get the picture. I'm thinking of employing this method at work just for fun. I wonder how much faster Product Support would be at resolving one of my issues if I stood outside their cube and just stared at them... I bet it would be much faster than it is right now! I'm really glad I got to go with Brent and Liesel. One of the greatest joys of my life is seeing them together having fun.

Daddy's Little Helper

There are some wedding gifts which have lasting power like the $5 torn in half (one for each of us) with instructions that as long as we're together we'll always have a little something. That one we framed and has been a conversation piece in our living room ever since. Others don't make it to your 3-month anniversary like the George Foreman grill given to us with our names marked in permanent marker right on the box (rendering it nonreturnable to ANY store) along with the comment it was given to them for their wedding and they didn't want it. That one I believe we gave to Goodwill about 2 seconds after we returned to Boston from the California reception.

Anyway, just after our blessed nuptials, we got a salad spinner with one of the many Crate & Barrel gift cards and Brent has made good use of it ever since. He always shreds up the lettuce, washes it, spins it dry and then carefully bags it in a Ziplock. It's ready for salads and sandwiches in the week to come. Lately Liesel has taken an interest in the process so Brent decided to show her the ropes. They're so cute working on it together I had to capture it on video:

He even showed her how to do the actual "spinning" part. She's happy to let him take over when he needs to make quick progress because he can get it spinning so fast. That may or may not be the Super Bowl in the background... I really couldn't say.

Blue Devils

For our last date pre-baby Brent and I decided to go to a Duke game when they were in town playing Boston College. I've always admired Coach K and I love how the players are true student-athletes... in that order too. Brent who is a basketball fanatic was excited to go to a live game of a ranked team (that would be Duke, not BC) so we got the tickets and a last-minute babysitter. It was perfect. I was happy to be going out in public wearing sweats and one of Brent's t-shirts and fitting in with the crowd.

When we walked in to find out seats I looked down at the court and was shocked to see Coach K, RIGHT in front of me with his players. Technically our seats could be considered nose-bleeds but the arena is so small they still felt like good seats. BC's colors are gold and crimson so it felt like Duke was playing Gryffindor. I think I've been spoiled by BYU's cheeleaders and the Cougarettes because the BC cheerleaders and dance squad were a little underwhelming. If you took away the student sections on both ends of the court you might think there were actually more Duke fans there.

Duke was on top for the whole game at one point leading by 11 points but that closed in the final minutes of the game to just 2 and the last shot was an attempt to close the 3-point lead they had. BC missed the shot though. Oddly enough, Brent who gives a verbal thrashing to our tv at home during games only quietly whispered to me when he disagreed with a call. I was more vocal than he was! We had a great time at our first Duke game and were so happy we decided to get out together. Much as I love hanging out at home with the latest from our Netflix queue, it's good to shake things up every now and again.

Top 10 Reasons I Love Brent Even More When I'm Pregnant

10. He's just as excited, if not more than I, to add another person to our family. He always reminds me what a miracle it is that I'm pregnant which I too often forget when the aches and pains overshadow my day to day life.

9. He'll sacrifice pillows, sheets, blankets and mattress real estate for my comfort. When I roll around restlessly in the middle of the night he immediately does whatever he can to help me get back to sleep.

8. When he puts his hands on my belly the warmth makes the baby move and kick. It's like she knows it's her dad!

7. When I'm bawling about how my ancestors (who were in the Martin and Willie Handcart companies) are probably so ashamed at what a wimp I am, he strokes my hair and gently repeats, "It's okay, this is just the hormones."

6. He gets down on his knees to tie my shoes for me. When it's snowing he does a double knot just to make sure they won't come loose.

5. Somehow he manages to make me believe that he truly thinks I am beautiful even though I'm about as attractive as a rack of yard tools on sale at Sears.

4. When he gets himself a snack, even if I tell him I'm not hungry, he always gets extra just in case I change my mind.

3. Although not a trained masseuse, he will rub my shoulders and back to help work out the kinks. Sometimes his own hands cramp up when he's working on a particularly bad knot. Whenever he hugs me, he squeezes me enough to try and pop my back and loosen everything up.

2. While most men would roll their eyes, he's keenly interested in what clothes I plan to dress our girls in. Normally he hates the mall but if I'm at Gymboree picking out an outfit he's right there to give his two cents.

1. Last night he made me THE tastiest omelet in the world with cheese, tomatoes and mushrooms for dinner. Even though nothing sounded good, it just hit the spot. Oh my YUMMY!