Les Miserables

Perhaps you know the song, "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes." That is fun. The illness "Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease" is not fun. Amelia came down with HFAM Disease starting on Monday afternoon beginning with a slight fever. Tuesday morning there were tiny bumps on her legs and torso, and by Tuesday evening the mouth sores had appeared. Amelia was miserable and Erik and I were suffering also. There was little sleep for us the next two nights because we are lucky enough to have a child who sleep LESS when she is sick. What is that about?

The biggest problem were the sores in Amelia's mouth. She was in pain every time she tried to eat anything and this is a child who loves to eat. So she was cranky from being tired, cranky from being in pain, and cranky from being hungry. Did I mention that all four of her eye teeth are coming in too? It has been a rough week for Amelia and a rough week for Erik and I. Things are better now, but not totally better. She is sleeping more, but she has gotten used to being rocked to sleep which I am not thrilled about. Plus the terrible twos seemed to have started at 20 months. I need a vacation.

The Neighborhood Pool

My parents' neighborhood pool is awesome. It has a kiddie area with mushrooms that rain and buckets that fill up and dump water. If that doesn't take the cake there is also a sweet water slide. Needless to say we enjoy enjoying the pool when we visit my family.

As noted before we were up in Raleigh (Morrisville) last weekend and we went to the pool twice. Amelia could not get enough of the water slide so Mommy, Grammy, Aunt Catherine, Uncle Mark, and Uncle Daniel all took turns taking her down. As soon as she was off the slide she would start saying, "Again! Again!" Another reason for Amelia to love the pool is all the planes that kept flying over as they made there way to the RDU airport. And a day at the pool is never complete without snacks. Yummy!

Together Again

This past weekend we took our millionth (seems like) trip to Raleigh (well Morrisville) to welcome home my brother Michael from his mission (the Denver Colorado North Mission). When he left I was 4.5 months pregnant with Amelia. Now Amelia is 19 months old and I'm 6 months pregnant with #2. So much the same, so much different. It was great to see him again and it was really fun to have my big fat family back together again, if only for a short time. My brother Eric's papers went in last Friday and he'll probably be at the MTC before the end of the year. Hmm, wonder if I'll be pregnant when he gets home?

After Church (The picture was taken with my cell phone, so not so great.)


This pictures was taken with a self-timer camera. Yes that is my sister's dog in the photo. Apparently I'm in the minority when it comes to thinking family photographs should only including humans. Love you Catherine!

Back row L-R: Mary, Christian, Eric, Amelia, Catherine, Sydney (the dog), Bryan, Michael, and Daniel.
Front row L-R: Alex, Mark, Mom, Dad, Erik, and me (Elizabeth). I'm not sure how I ended up in the front on both pictures, but I don't like it.

Uncle Michael and Amelia sharing their love of the piano.

No Pictures!

We've had a few requests from Erik's dad and grandparents for a new wallet photo of Amelia. The problem is that most of the photos we have are more candid type shots and not really what I would think of as a wallet photo. Last week after I finished putting piggies in Amelia's hair I decided to try and get a few close-up shots that could be used as wallet photos. Well Amelia was not into having her picture taken. I guess she was bored because all she wanted to do is go bye-bye in the car.



As evidence these are the two pictures I was able to get. She just isn't that cooperative - but at lease she was looking at the camera when the picture was taken, which is a rare occurrence. I guess we'll just have to keep trying.

Just In Case You Were Wondering...

I am friggin' awesome! Erik's pants (especially Old Navy brand) have the unfortunate tendency to develop holes where the belt loops and pockets are. Bad for him, but somewhat advantageous for me. Inspired by this, I decided to see if I could turn his old pants (and an old tank top) into a maternity skirt for me. I am currently very impressed with myself.


Here is the before; I'd already cut off the top part of the pants.


Here is the after.


Here are some action shots complete with my 6 month pregnant belly and some stretch marks.

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