Merry Christmas

We just wanted to wish you all a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!

School is out, parties are over, shopping is done, breakfast is cooked, and the house is clean! Now it is time to enjoy the true meaning of Christmas and enjoy it with family.

Merry Christmas! Love, The Kelly's

Life without the letter between x and z

For one reason or another, the letter between x and z doesn't work on 'mi' 'kee'board. I am 'tri'ing to figure out what is going on. I wonder if it could be the end result of a certain 3 'ear' old 'boee' 'tri'ing to text on the computer. Just 'tri' it. Just 'tri' to 'tipe' without one letter. I bet 'ewe'r big brain goes 'crazee' like I am. What did Danielle 'sae'??.... "going 'crazee' until 'ewe' are face down in a chocolate cake, mumbling a bunch of nothing?!" I am almost there.

Joke for the 'dae': What is the difference between the swine flu and bird flu? 'Ewe' have to take oinkment with one and a tweetment with the other. (Thank 'ewe' Scott Blair for that fabulous joke!)

HA HA HA HA HA. (ok. time to wipe off the chocolate cake....I am 'officiallee' losing 'mi' mind.)

I like to look for Rainbows

Ok. So I admit that I had the typical feelings that most people do when they see their oldest child getting baptized. "Has it really been 8 years since I held her as a sweet little newborn?! Has 8 years really gone by that quickly?! Am I really old enough to have one of my children getting baptized?! Have I taught her enough about the Holy Ghost to have her make the right choices?! Is it really only going to be another 8 years until she can date?!?!?!?!" Like I said, typical feelings. I was prepared for those feelings. I will tell you what I wasn't prepared for.....my emotions.

Holy cow!!!!! Blame it on hormones, blame it on lack of sleep, blame it on whatever but where in the world did the emotions come from?! All my sister in law, Molly had to do was look at me before the Baptism service started and I started losing it. Like to the point where I couldn't even sing the songs or hide my emotions. RED PUFFY EYES, here they come! Tissues, I had...Composure, I did not. I even heard my brother in law, Matt say something to his 3 year old daughter about "look at Aunt Angie...she is crying." And he was on the side pew. Not even sitting next to us. ARG!

It was a great baptismal service. Talks were fabulous, songs were sung with spirit and a special excitment was in the air.

I loved the fact that it was just me and Addie in the dressing room. I was able to watch from the side of the font and see her grinning ear to ear. She couldn't stop smiling. It was great! As I was getting her dressed, I realized the next time I help her into a white dress will be her wedding dress (in 20 years). It was a moment that both Addie and I just looked at each other and hugged. It was a very sweet moment. A tender mercy moment.

Thank you to everyone who came and supported Addie on her special day. Especially her Gma and Gpa Llewellyn who flew from AZ to be a part of it!

Eight is GREAT!

I can not believe it but Adelaide Joy is now eight! I can not believe it was 8 years ago that I seriously quit going to BYU a million times because I couldn't handle the pressure of my Economics midterms and having a baby that would projectile vomit after every feeding. But how she has changed my life for the better!

It is hard to put my feelings into words. (where are you Kathryn when I need you to write something sweet and sentimental?!) But I will try to express my love for this beautiful girl!

She has been so good from day one! All I would have to do is say her name in a scolding way and she would stop in her tracks and come back to me. She wants to be good. Literally, has a desire to do the right thing. She is always happy and well mannered. She is obedient. She loves to help others. And she wants to make others happy, even if that means she doesn't get what she wants. She is my song bird. She is constantly singing and actually has a good voice. She has guts to sing a solo at her great-grandma's funeral when she was only 5 1/2! And she did a great job, always in tune. But that is how she has lived her first 8 years. Always in tune with the right things: church, family, school, activities, friends. I am amazed at how much she teaches me. I will catch her praying in her closet, after I have had a serious mommy temper tantrum, asking forgiveness for making me so upset. She loves to learn, both secularly and spiritually. As long as there is singing involved, church could last 8 hours for all she cares, she loves it. She wants to do what is right. She has definitely lived up to her name: JOY! She is just a joy to be around. And she wants others to be joyful as well.

I am excited to see what the next 8 years will entail. Hopefully I will be able to be worthy of such a wonderful daughter because I know she is wonderful inspite of all of my imperfections as a mother.

I LOVE YOU ADDIE AND I AM SO PROUD TO BE THE ONE YOU CALL MOTHER!

IT'S A ...........

First of all, I am feeling 100% better. Yes, I am still on Zofran but I have been off of IVs for quite some time now, maybe over a month. I am able to shower, clean, cook, do laundry and run errands. But even though I can do those things, doesn't mean I actually do them......ha ha ha ha. But no seriously, this is my happy stage. I am 21 weeks and doing good. The best way to start my 'happy stage' before I go into my 'preterm labor stage' is finding out the sex of the baby. So here "it" is:

Yes indeedy! We are having a BOY!!!!!!! Can I tell you how happy I am! I honestly thought we were going to have a girl just because this pregnancy has been so hard. And I stressed over it. Not about having a girl but just about finding out. I have had nightmares that this baby was hiding and we wouldn't be able to find out. I had nightmares I missed my doctors appointment. I had nightmares that I went to a hospital in AZ on accident for the ultrasound. I have had nightmares for two weeks now. But now HE is real. We can start thinking of names. And getting the kids excited! This works out great because now the girls can share a room and the boys can share a room.

And boy oh boy was this little guy active. He was constantly moving.

This sucks!

So apparently I was a lot sicker than I thought. My worst day was actually on my birthday at the end of August. I couldn't stop throwing up. It seemed like my zofran just stopped working that week. So I had to swallow my pride, call the dr, and say it is time for me to be on an IV. And I called the RS President and said we need meals. So my birthday present came a day later and I was hooked up to the homecare IV.

And I guess it was alot worse than I thought. The nurse said that I was so dehydrated that my heart rate was slow and blood pressure low. (didn't know that could really happen) My mother in law said that I would just stare at the wall and not respond to anything. I remember just being sleepy. (ps I owe Chloe Ann a million dollars for coming over, spending the nights when Mike was out of town, cleaning, doing laundry and putting up with my out of control kids. And yes....they have been completely out of control, somehow they knew they could get away with everything since I was hooked up and couldn't chase them around the house)

So it's almost a month later and the nurses called me today to tell me that I am going to have my 'file' closed. Which means I am ok.HOORAY!!!!!! I had a melt down on Saturday because I did too much on Friday and was throwing up again. During heaves, I am bawling, telling Mike "I don't want to be put of the IV again! The nurses said if I threw up again, they would hook me up!!!" Saturday was not a good day.

So this is the purpose of my post: In 3 years from now when I think, "wouldn't it be nice to have a cute little baby" this will remind me. I AM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH IVs, NEEDLES, FLUSHING IVs, CATHETERS IN MY ARM, AND PUKING!!!! NEVER, NEVER, NEVER AGAIN!!!!! (the rest of my kids can go to that lady on TLC who is pregnant with her 20th kid)

(The 'lemonade' which Spencer calls it is actually vitamins in the IV bag, not urine. It had the worst after-taste. That alone made me sick.)

NEWS!

A couple of weeks ago, Mike came home and read the following ad in the classifieds:

WANTED:

Father of FOUR!!!!! Loving, kind , handsome, and able to scold kids at times.  And also patient, willing to pay for cleaning ladies and a lot of fast food. (Even if she throws it up right after.) And don't forget, willing to clean up urine because wife is throwing up so hard, she peed her pants.  Services needed until March.  And then baby duties will be involved.  Preferably a husband that goes by the name of Mike or Miguel.  Call Angie for more information.