Diamonds and Tiaras

After yet another weekend out of town I am starting to feel like a nomad. I unpack only to repack again. All of our goings have been totally enjoyable and I still have to do blogs about the Zoo, Tum Tum, Jesse and the twins birthdays, but tackling this last weekend seemed easier. We are out of town again next weekend and then back over to Spokane at the end of September, but after that we should be here more. I never thought I would travel so much in my condition with a newborn, oh well.


It began with a Princess themed birthday party (tiaras) for Ilee, Jesse's niece, up in Seattle. Luckily, Peyton got to be a prince (hence the crowns), but that meant no heels or makeup for him. He still seems to be at that age where toys interest him more than people, so he didn't socialize a ton. He did however, sing happy birthday so cutely and then attempted to blow out the candles for Ilee. Of course, he then preceded to eat only the frosting off the cupcake and well, you can see the result.



After the party we then got to the diamond part of the evening. The event we all had been waiting for. A mariners game. And not just a Mariners game, but a game with great seats. We were only 5 rows from the field and check out our view...
The game was in honor of both Nathan, his brother, and Jesse's birthdays. It was interesting having two newborns there (the toddlers stayed home with a sitter), but they did give us great inspiration for our rally fries sign.

We thought it was good, and it was definitely the biggest and boldest one that night. Unfortunately, we were not honored with the fries but we did make it onto the jumbo screen, not on TV though. Bummer! Our section was super pumped about that and they all thought we should get them. Don't fret, we did treat ourselves to some garlic fries anyways, yummo. The night was really fun, a little scary because we were always on the lookout for foul balls, we just wish we had the opportunity to do stuff like that more often. Thanks Nathan and Raya, Happy Birthday boys!

We made it 1 month, barely!

As I write this, Peyton is standing next to me whining because he wants to play on the computer and Brady is working into a cry. You can maybe understand why I have gotten so far behind in blogging. We have been super busy and that also hasn't given me much time to write and the sheer amount of stuff to do is daunting. However, I wanted to make sure and get Brady's update on here.

The poor little guy has had a rough first month of life, and that hasn't made life so grand for the rest pf us either. For a while now he has been screaming, a lot, like he is in pain, he isn't sleeping well, can't breathe very well, and still isn't a good eater. After a particularly bad night we decided to take him to the doc, because it seemed like he had a lot of the same problems Madison did. The doc confirmed that he probably has acid reflux and so now he has started some medicine. We also did the chiropractor and gave him a blessing. Hopefully, with that trifecta he will start feeling better and be a more content and happy baby. If not, Mommy might start pulling out her hair! Other than that, he seems perfectly healthy. He weighed in at a chunky 8lbs 8oz yesterday, no wonder he feels so heavy! Every day seems to be mostly about survival and I am just so happy we are all alive (some days are closer than others) that I haven't been able to take in the big pic, so he really doesn't seem a month old to me! Trust me, I really do love him, I just question my sanity for wanting more kids when I already have a Peyton. Ok, the screaming is starting, gotta go!

Hopefully I will get more up soon!

Yes, that is Peyton head butting his little brother, a regular occurrence!

Brady and Brynlee's Blessing

Wow, that's a lot of B's. Because lots of Jesse's family was in town, he and his brother decided to have our baby's blessed on the same day out in Morton since we were already all gathered together. It was really special to do them on the same day, I felt bad those in our ward didn't get to see it, but family comes first. Jesse and his brothers and sister even did a musical number. I heard it was really good, unfortunately I was banished to the nursery to, well nurse (they don't have a mother's room there) and watch after a super cranky Peyton! The whole weekend was nice, I enjoyed getting to see the fam, even though I was stuck upstairs most of the time nursing. It seems like the rest of the summer is pretty booked up for us, there isn't a weekend where we are going to be here. Apparently, we felt the need to try and shove a whole summer into one month. I hope I am up for it. The pain is getting better, but the more I do, the more I regress. So, anyways, here are some picutres we took afterwards. Good idea Raya!

Brady's first week

We did it, we survived a whole week and everybody is healthy and accounted for. Overall, he has been a very good baby. He still loves to cuddle with his mama, but he is not on me nearly as much. Unfortunately, he still likes to feed for 1-2 hrs so I have switched over to bottles at night(which he drinks much faster) to save my sanity, but I am trying to do mostly boob during the day. We have already had a couple outings, mostly to the doctor, but we did take him to, ready, a movie! I know, I hate people that bring their noisy kids to the movies, but I had been dying to see Harry Potter and I didn't know what to do with him. I promise, if he wasn't a new newborn I never would have done it. Luckily, he was very well behaved and only whimpered a little near the end. Plus we picked the afternoon show and it was almost deserted. This weekend will be his first night away from home because we are headed out to Morton to see family and get him blessed along with his cousin. Other than that our days are still mostly about survival and I am very nervous for Jesse to go back to work, but what are you going to do. Enjoy the pics. BTW, I think he is definitely looking more like Peyton now, sometimes eerily so.


Peyton is starting to acknowledge him more. He often comes and lays his head down beside him or gives him kisses, but for the most part he doesn't exist.


Parker is still about twice Brady's size but we got them to cuddle all cute together. Hopefully they'll get to be good play mates growing up together.

I heart epidurals!

Yup, that means we finally have a baby. Brady William Morgan graced us with his prescence at 3:21 am on Monday morning. He measured in at 6 lbs 11 oz and 18 3/4 in. After the 9 hard months of pregnancy, he was kind enough to give me a short labor and delivery. I started having contractions Sunday morning and went to the hospital around 10 pm. Luckily, I was far enough along that I got my epidural fairly quickly and then things really started to move along. Epidurals are such a blessing for me and make things so much easier. After about an hour I sort of pushed twice and out he came. Obviously, he has a very full head of hair and surprisingly doesn't look that much Peyton (although he is starting to more and more.) It has taken a bit, but he is getting cuter all the time. Like a good little boy, he has taken to the boob quite well, so we will see if that keeps up. We are all still tired and recovering, but have LOTS of family around right now so we are getting help and have even had a few visitors. Thanks for all your well wishes and congrats. I'll try to keep a good update going and fill in more of the holes when I can see straight again!

For the most part, Peyton doeasn't really care that Brady is here, but this is him being cute with the baby at the hospital. Every now and then he will give him kisses and hugs.

This is a good comparison of Parker, Erica's son, and Brady. I don't know why Brady is trying to kiss Parker, but there is definitely a big difference between the two.

Ewww, the gross stage, but this is Brady fresh from the oven!

See here he is starting to look more like Peyton now that he is a few days older.

The Waiting Game

Well, it's Friday and I still have not had this baby. And unfortunately, I am not going to get any immediate relief from my current state either. Apparently, July is a very bad month to have a baby. The hospital is, again, all booked up and way behind as it is, so when am I scheduled? Wednesday at 6 am with a 5 am call in time. That means I have to be all ready to go by 5 but there is still a 50/50 chance I won't get to go in. Let's hope this baby decides to come on his own soon. I doubt I have that much luck, but it's worth a shot! Now is the painstaking time all pregnant women go through, waiting for signs of the coming child. Bad thing for me is I can't do a lot to distract myself. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be able to go shopping or see a movie, just something to get my mind off of it. Erica was nice enough to bring Parker out yesterday so I could watch him while she napped. That helped, but I realize she can't come out everyday. Things might even be better if I could eat my usually comforting foods, but that dang heartburn is keeping me on cold cereal, sandwiches, and slim fasts. Not exactly the food you go running to in a time of emotional need. Wow, that was quite whiny. Sorry, I am venting, which is just a nice way of saying I am complaining. Well it is now quite well documented how miserable I am feeling so I shouldn't need to commit to permanent existence any more complaints, I hope!

My Chelan-Man

Jesse has now completed his first triathlon. Well, technically it is a sprint triathlon which means the distances are a bit shorter (1/2 mile swim, 13.1 mile bike, and 3.1 mile run) but that was probably good since he didn't really get to train for it. I was sad I didn't get to see him do it, but he had his brother there doing it with him and I'm still really proud of him. Apparently, he loved it and now wants to do more. He'll probably stick with the sprints for a while since we can't afford a bike and he doesn't have a place to swim.

Now for the results. Like I said, he did it with his brother, Casey, and it took place in Chelan. There was about 100 men competing and he came in at 49 with an overall time of 01:32:10. His individual event times were 00:20:40 for the swim, 00:39:18 for the bike, and 00:29:25 for the run. Unfortunately, his knee was still bothering him so the run didn't go as well as he would have liked, but he was happy with the rest of his times, and bonus he beat his brother by about 8 min. Way to go honey!

I sent him with the camera, but you know boys, he only came back with a few photos. I suppose I should be happy he took any.

This is him and his brother before the race standing in front of all the bikes.

And the triumphant after photo, he came back with his hair still looking like that.

Get it out, get it out!

That is really becoming my new mantra. The amount of pain that this child is putting me in is crazy. Luckily, I was able to get into the doctor today so I could find out where I am at and talk about getting an induction. Unfortunately, I did not learn that I was in labor or super far along, but I am at 2 cm, 75% effaced, and the baby is at -1 station. She wasn't able to scrape the membranes because I have strep B this time, but she thought the exam might be enough to push me over...no luck so far. More bad news, I wasn't able to schedule my inducement yet because I actually have to reach 39 weeks before the hospital will let us. The doc doesn't think i will make it to next week, but if I'm still prego on Friday, I'm supposed to call in and schedule one. At least I know this kid will come out at some point, most likely within two weeks, but sitting around and waiting just sucks. We really should come with one of those pop up timers. Right now I am just trying to do what I can to start things up, without killing myself in the process. Think contracting thoughts!

Do you want fries with that?

The Offender!

Peyton has always been a lover of french fries, but last night he was in one of his particular moods, to put it delicately, and he refused to eat anything but them. An epic battle then ensued between P and most of the adults to get him to eat some dinner before he got more fries. Who would win? Would Peyton get another fry before he ate his hot dog? Well, if Mom had anything to do with it he would have. I swear she was restraining with all her might not to slip him one. In the end, there was no victor. No one earned the spoils. Even trying to trick him into eating a fry at the same time as the hot dog didn't work. Peyton ended up not eating another bite of fry or questionable bits of meat. This mega-level tantrum did make for a pretty pathetic site, and a camera moment Jesse just couldn't resist. Grandpa has declared this a fry free household for a while till P can learn to eat all the different things on his plate. I'm sure they will be missed.

This is where Dad and I tried to get him to eat a fry and hot dog bite at the same time, he promptly spit them both back out.

And now for my baby...

I have finally gotten some good news about this baby. At my appt. on Tuesday the baby's head was so low that the doctor couldn't get to my cervix, but she could tell that is was thinning out a lot. It hurt so much as soon as she went in though, that I started crying, which is apparently what I needed to do all along because she felt so bad that she talked to me about inducing early. She thinks, as long as my cervix seems ready, which she believes it will be, that I can get induced at 39 weeks if I don't go in sooner on my own (which is also a possibilty.) My appointment next week is with someone else but she thinks he will consent as long as everything seems good, so that means I could get induced as soon as next weekend, but it probably won't be till after the weekend. I am just so relieved to know that I definitely won't be late, life is just so pathetic right now. I had to miss the midnight showing of Harry Potter and everything. In conclusion, yay!