Well, Cloie is now a full month old. We went and got pictures of her and Jacob the other day. The one picture I wanted did not happen. I wanted one of the two kids together. My sweetheart of a son though decided that he did NOT want a thing to do with Cloie though. He was fine when the pictures were of just her or just him, but as soon as we put the two of them together....not good. He started to scream and tried to shove her away and everything. The poor photographer....she ended up taking seperate pictures of the two of them and photoshopping them together. I don't get it. Jacob is always so protective of Cloie and always helping her out (giving her the bottle and pacifier...wanting to feed her...even hitting the doctor for making her cry). But he won't sit next to her for one picture.... frusterating.

Our first "family photo." Scott was the one with the Camera

One of those rare moments where she was actually sound asleep!

Cloie is already a week old and yet in that time, I have so many regrets... most of them involve a camera. I wish I would have taken a picture of my belly before she was born. No one would believe that I have lost thirty pounds already due to her birth. I wish I would have also gotten a picture of how swollen my feet/legs got. If I had I could pull the whole "you did this to me" later in her life. (ok, maybe I wouldn't but at least I would have the option.)
I also wish I would remember to take more pictures of her. She is such a cutie, but rarely awake enough to get a picture of her with her eyes open...at least durring the day.
Cloie unfortuately is a night owl. She will sleep all day and then be wide awake for hours at a time at night.
I am starting to miss Jacob, who has been spending the week at my parents home....ok, not starting to miss him, but deeply miss the little guy. I know I would be dying if he was home and I was stuck trying to get used to her and handle him at the same time so soon, but I still miss him. I'm just glad that (according to Grandma) he has been a good boy. All well, he will be home on Friday, then I'll be praying for a break from him once again.
Scott is slowly getting back into the swing of things with having a newborn. You can tell that he still isn't the best with them, but he's doing a TON better than what he did with Jacob. So far, he has avoided changing every diaper except one, but at least that one didn't end up backwards like it did on Jacob. He's a really good daddy. I just wish he had a day job so that he could spend more time with his kids.
Now that the baby has been born, Scott's back on the job search again. He's looking for any form of full-time day job around the Gunnison area. The sad part is there is NOTHING! Well, there are a few...if he was in the medical proffession, but since he isn't, he's been struggling to even find something to apply for. He has his parents helping him look even. There's just nothing, so we may be stuck in Cedar City. I don't like that because since we're planning on moving if he gets a job, we don't want to find a bigger place here and get stuck under contract. We really could use a three bedroom place though. Especially since Cloie and Jacob are going to be on different scheduels for a long time. It's going to be hard to have them in the same room. For now (at least till she is sleeping for more than 3 hours at a time) Cloie is sleeping in the living room in her bassinet...where she gets woken up by Scott when he comes home from work. I wish I knew some tricks to get her to sleep.

And life continues to turn.

Well, I finally made it to my third trimester. I have deffinately decided being pregnant with Jacob was a walk in the park compaired to this one. At my last appointment they found out 1) I have preeclampsia (guessing on the spelling) which has put me on "walking bedrest." I'm allowed to get up and move around.... as long as I am laying down for ninetynine percent of the day. The doctor also discovered that 2) my pelvis is falling apart. I have too much of the hormone relaxin (which loosens joints and things so the baby can get out). I've got so much that I'm straining all my ligaments and tendons between my hips and my lower back. That limits movement even more! I can't even really roll over in bed without pain now. Not fun.

I am also to the point where I SHOULD have things ready to go...just in case. Needless to say because of all this fun, I don't. So between laying down, watching my every move and chasing Jabob around, I am slowly getting things "baby ready." We have the crib and things, but now I need to pack for Jacob (who will be spending a week at grandma's) Cloie and for myself. I can't get myself to do ANY of it. I just want this kid to come out, THEN I'll worry about that stuff. (if only I could do it in that order).

One thing that I'm slowly getting together (Yay) is a list of phone numbers of babysitters for Jacob. I hate the idea of making one person sit around until I call, so I'm hoping to get as many people as possible. So far.... three for sure (and two of those it depends on the timeing). I have really started to realize that I have next to no friends in the area. I do have two/three more people that I'm going to ask, but other than that, I can't think of a soul that even lives here. I really wish I would have made friends... too bad that I'm too stinking shy for my own good.

Jacob, Cloie, and life

Well, Jacob has figured out how to run, and he does so more than walking....unless I'm in a hurry. He loves to climb up and into anything. The problem is that he can't figure out how to get back down. I have to save him from his waggon several times a day. He's also getting to be a talker. He now says " I love you" (if you know that's what he's saying, it's not that clear yet). It makes it hard to get after him. As soon as you start to get upset, he says it and it melts all the frusteration away. I think he knows that and uses it to get away with more. He is also up to four teeth finally! Two on top and two on bottom. I was starting to wonder if he would only be able to eat apple sauce when he graduates from high school. He's decided that he likes hamburgers too.
The baby is getting huge! At my first ultrasound they were thinking of moving my due date up because of her size. I know that she is already kicking hard enough to wake me up. The sibling fights have already begun. Jacob was sitting on my lap the other day and Cloie (the baby) started kicking at him. He just sat there and adjusted away from her. She kept finding him until he got sick of it. He turned around and hit me right in the stomach, trying to get her to stop. I was laughing too hard to get after him for hitting me. I thought I had a few months until I had to worry about them hurting each other. Nope, my kids have to be ahead of plans and beat each other up before they can even see each other.
We have another ultrasound in St. George at the end. Nothing specifically is wrong, but they just want to double check a few things (her size, back and heart). She really didn't want to behave durring the first one so they couldn't do a lot of what they needed to.

me rambling again

Well, I might actually get to spend some time with my family this next week. Technically this year we're having thanksgiving at the Nay's, but Scott has to work that night. So, on Tuesday I'm going up to my parents. Scott will have to spend thanksgiving alone, but knowing him, he'll actually be grateful for the alone-time. I'm more excited to see my family. I've seen my parents, but as far as my whole family, it's been since August for Jacob's birthday.
We found out that we're having a girl and I almost think it would be better if we were having a boy. I know that I'm going crazy with everything pink and it's driving Scott insane. We're even going to St. George tomorrow just for the outlet mall for girl stuff. All well, a little girl-power in this family would deffinatly be a nice change.

Life continues on. Jacob is now walking...EVERYWHERE. He has also started to climb and shut doors. He hasn't figured out how to open them though. I spend a large part of my day figuring out which room he has shut himself into.
The nausea of pregnancy is finally easing up. I still feel sick almost constantly, but at least I'm not throwing up. The only problem is I'm still lossing weight. At my appointment on monday, I had lost another 8 pounds. I don't know HOW I'm losing weight, I feel like all I do is eat, but all well. The baby is doing ok, so I guess there is nothing to worry about.... it's not like I couldn't stand to lose a few pounds.