Dirt

Let me preface this post with a fact: Drake is a clean little boy. He doesn't like when his hands are dirty, and I've never had issues with him playing in and/or eating dirt.

Then Bubba came along.

He showed Drake how much fun throwing dirt is, digging in it, rolling in it, and tossing it in your face.

And now, I can't keep them out of it. Good job Bubbs, I REALLY appreciate it.

(here is his mean face, the look given when I told him it was time to bathe)

Visit from Mary

It was so great having Mary here for 5 days! From the second she got here she grocery shopped, cooked, cleaned, fed, changed diapers, gave baths, dressed boys, and didn't stop until she put them to bed. I promise I didn't ask all of this from her, she just did it!

She let Johnny and I go on a date, let me get my hair done, and let me sleep in every morning.

We spent Saturday up in Park City, the first outing we've had with all three boys. We learned that we have to have three adults to handle three boys, and we had lots of fun with Mary , eating pizza and shopping on Main Street.

She is such a joy to have around and the boys and I loved every minute of it! We were sad to see her go, but at least we get to visit her in Colorado in two weeks!

Dad Moments

One of my very favorite things is sitting back and watching Johnny be a dad. He's probably changed more diapers than I have, rough houses the second he gets home until he puts the boys down, and teaches them how to speak Tex/Mex.

What can I say, the guy is a natural.

(the last video is Johnny playing basketball while holding the baby)

Did I mention he turned 32 last week?

Happy Birthday Johnny, I love you.

Baby Conrad

Baby Conrad is finally here! So here's how everything went down...

I called Johnny at work on Friday and told him I needed to get out of the house. I couldn't handle chasing Drakie and Bubbs around, 9 1/2 months pregnant, any longer and wanted to go on a date. We went out for some sushi (yes, I eat sushi throughout my whole pregnancy) and talked about how we were so not prepared to have another baby. We didn't have a name picked out, the nursery wasn't finished, I hadn't sorted all the baby clothes yet, and on and on.

After dinner I wanted to go walk around somewhere to try and make the baby come, but I ran out of energy just thinking of where to go walk around and we instead decided to go home.

We got home, went to bed, and at about 12:30am I woke up thinking I had wet the bed. This wouldn't be too odd considering I chew 4 1/2 cups of ice before bed, but I wasn't quite sure. I woke Johnny up and told him to see if I wet the bed or if my water had broken, and he said "no, gross." So I rolled out of bed and sure enough, it was like the Mississippi River. I waddled around the room, grabbed a few things, called my mom to come over, and got ready to head to the hospital. (I wouldn't have lost so much water had Johnny not pretended to jump over huge puddles everywhere I walked, making me laughing harder, pushing more water out).

We got to the hospital about 1:15am, got settled in our room, and then had loads of time to kill. Johnny slept on a pullout bed until the pitocin I'd been given to put me into labor kicked in. I just hung out, tried to sleep, and played solitaire on my phone. At about 6:00am I woke him up so he could hold my hand through the most painful contractions EVER, and then finally got my epidural. We talked about what to name the little guy and decided on Conrad James Hanna (Conrad had been a favorite from the beginning, and James is my dads middle name). At about 7:17am they said I could start pushing, and at 7:20, after one push, little Conrad was born!

8lbs 13oz, 20 inches, and as healthy as can be. He's as enthusiastic an eater as his brothers, and has been very pleasant so far, only crying to eat.

I'm adjusting to having three boys under three years old and am happy to be able to breath again!