Stockton Knew First... by Rachel

Kids say the darndest things. The are also really good at "telling it like it is". Well, I love my Stockton, and boy-oh-boy did he make me laugh when I was in Georgia.

Let me elaborate...

So Stockton is an active boy- all over the house-bouncing off of the wall, climbing on Brett, giving excessive hugs. And while I was in Georgia I got in the habit of wearing multiple layers of shirts (like 2-3 layers). Well, Stocky, without explanation kept coming up to me and peeling up the layers of my clothes. I just laughed it off until, about the third time I finally said "Stockton! What are you doing!" And he looks up at me and says- "I wanna see where the baby is!"

Ok don't judge me, but I was a little upset. I'll be the first person to admit I have some extra insulation around my mid-section. Hey- it gets cold in Idaho! I just laughed it off and told him there was no baby.

I was wrong. Little did I know I had a cute little shrimp-looking zygote in me. Hurray! As these last couple weeks went by I began having weird symptoms- including nausia (which I am experiencing right now) and finally whipped out the EPT which didn't let me down (for once in it's life!).

We're Pregnant!

I'm only six weeks along- but I am just very very very excited. This baby is already showing us how smart It is (yes i called It "IT"). Our family Health Insurance doesn't start until January 12th. And my mom advised me to wait 10 weeks to go in to see the doctor, because #1 they can't do anything until then #2 and only at that time can they hear the heart beat. The baby must have known because it's tenth week will be the week of Jan 13th. What a smart baby I have.

Thats right, I'm bragging. My baby is very financially savvy.

Look how cute Brett is with kids...

I feel like its my birthday... so I this picture of me and Malcolm.

Well I wish I had a picture of the baby but oh well. Soon enough I will have way to many.

And we might end up updating the blog more than once a month :)

The Devil Went Down to Georgia by rachel

Ok the devil may not have gone to Georgia, but Brett and I did. Boy howdy was it pretty. Trees, trees, trees. And pretty trees for that matter. Steph's neighborhood looks like it came out of a story book. I love love love everything there. We didnt go to Atlanta, but we had quite a good time. It was especially good for me to spend time with the kids because I've hardly said boo to them before.

And yes, I've fallen for Jorja. I mean, I knew she was cute before- but I didn't really KNOW KNOW. Like the time I was sitting in the van with her while everyone was outside waiting for Mike's homemade rocket to go off. She is sitting there wide eyed in her car seat as the rocket goes off. Suddenly she turns to me and screams "what if the rocket falls on the car!" I assured her we'd be ok, but she continued "oh no! oh no! the cars gonna light on fire- and the Porge is in the car! Oh no- The Porge! The Porge!" For those of you uneducated in Jorja-talk "The Porge" is herself. This girls is too funny, too cute.

Maysen is growing up so fast. For those of you who don't know she's in her Senior year of college and graduating Valedictorian. Maybe not, but it seems like it. Stockton is such a sweet heart... and was way nice to me. Preston is too cute for words, so here is this picture.



Oh and I suppose Brett and I were in Georgia under the guise of helping Steph, but that is a lie. She's one tough cookie. She and Mike hardly had us do anything. Oh well. Steph is happy and healthy. And I am excited to visit them in Feburary before I can join Brett in Alabama. Yee haw!

For your viewing pleasure...

Mike's insane tech skills produce a fun weekend activity...

Porj poses as one of her favorite anphibians...

I thought this was kind of artsy...

Halloween Birds

Halloween was up to its old tricks again. I told Rachel a while back that I thought it would be really funny to be Big Bird for Halloween. She made it happen. Quite the little craftswoman. And I was right, it was funny to be Big Bird. It was a little scary for my 2-year old nephew, Lincoln. He wouldn't come near me. Big Bird is so misunderstood.

Rachel had a cool peacock costume but it didn't show up as well in the pictures. It's probably from being overshadowed by the giant, yellow head. If you look closely you can see her tail feathers.

This is a dog.

May I have your attention, please?

We've been handed down our assignment. The call came around 4:00 pm on October 8th. The Major asked if I had time for the call. I didn't tell him that I have no job and no responsibilities, I just told him it was a good time. He said we could choose between Travis AFB in Fairfield California, or Whiteman AFB in Missouri. So we chose California.

We're pretty excited about it. We'll about about 50 minutes away from both Sacramento and San Francisco/Oakland. I'm planning on going to as many baseball games as I can. This will be the closest I've ever lived to a baseball team, and now there are two teams within striking distance. So that makes me happy.

The base seems real nice, from what we can tell. It's a large one, and is apparently the best base to do the "space-available travel" from. Apparently the Air Force is always flying places. Makes sense. And they don't like to have empty room on the plans. So they allow military and their families to fly free (outside the continental U.S.). And it seems the Travis AFB is the main base to do this from, if your heading out Pacific way, like Hawaii. Anyway, I don't know a lot about it, but I'll have to find out. Also, I really wanted a base with a golf course. I think most of them have them. And this one does, they let you play 9-holes for 5 buck's and 18 for 11. So that's obviously awesome. Too bad I'll have to work sometimes. And too bad I'm really bad at golf.

Speaking of golfing, I'm going tomorrow with John and my dad. No betting please.

John and I had a 3-point contest and John beat me...repeatedly. We'll get him next time though. At one point John and I had both made 12 in a row. There were other, not-so-good moments as well, but we'll keep those ones quiet.

My Dad and I tried to change John's flat tire yesterday but couldn't do it. We stripped the lug nut and made a mess of the whole rusted process. Dad had to call triple A. My Dad said last time he had to call triple A for a flat tire they sent some girl out and she changed the tire for him. He said it was embarrassing because it was right next to the school he was teaching at, and all of his students would drive by and see this girl changing my dad's tire.

Also, if you are looking for a fantasy football tip this week, play me. My team has pure bye's and injuries. I'm hoping for a defensive battle.

Coming and goings

Last week we went up to Boise for a swearing in ceremony. We didn't put our hands on the bible. But we did have the option of either saying "So help me God" or "I hereby affirm." I said the first one. We stayed with Rachel's family in Emmett and even went to the high school to watch the Powder Puff football game. The seniors won of course, mostly because Rachel's brother Malcom was coaching them. Yeah seniors!!! We also got a milkshake at Roe-Ann's, the local anti-Mormon ice cream place. We tried to eat at Moon's, which is our favorite place in the world but they were closed for the Boise State football game. Doot! So we ate at some trendy Chinese restaurant, with an in-your-face/watch-me-mix-these-oils-together waiter.

I had a class the next day I had to go to so Rachel went for a drive with her parents. This ended up being a drive to Stanley, which is near Sun Valley, which is a long way away. After the class my friend Faren and I went frisbee golfing in the drizzling rain. Of course I threw my frisbee into the huge river. Luckily nobody was around so I could take my pants off and go and get it. Also luckily Faren's camera phone doesn 't take very clear pictures.

Yesterday we had a little dinner at my Dad's house. Friends and family were invited. Rachel baked a mammoth cake, and it was very delicious, and half of it is still in the fridge for me to eat for my meals thoughout the week. Josh brought over his croquet set. I lost because of an "accidental" bonk backwards threw a ring. At one point I had an easy shot through the ring and I missed it, so people laughed at me. As people were laughing I took one step to my right and sprained my ankle on the uneven grass and almost fell down, causing more laughter. Not my finest hour.