Fisher Vaun Smith

We are now blessed to be the parents of two sweet little boys!!

Fisher Vaun

October 18, 2011

7 lbs. 15 oz. 20 inches

Life has been crazy lately, to say the least.

Many updates are on the way!

I stacked, I whacked.

Here it is! 

I love it!

And yes, there are a few flowers thrown in there.

No boy of mine is gonna be too macho for a little floral.

And apparently I was in the sewing mood, because the day after I finished the quilt, I took this tutorial from a little webiste called Pinterest, and whipped this baby out:

I have a feeling I'll be much more modest when nursing this guy than with Jack.  The blanket over the shoulder technique just wasn't cuttin it.

Then & Now

Look what I found:

36 weeks

   Baby #1                                    Baby #2

My ankles are swelling.

My heart is burning.

My walk is waddling.

It must mean I'm getting close :)

Simple Pleasures of Motherhood

I took the plunge into potty training Jack.

I am determined to only purchase one size of diapers at a time.

We tried this about 4 months ago for a few days without success.

This time I could tell he was much, much more ready.

Today was day 3, and I'm happy ecstatic to say it was accident free, and even ended with a number two making its appearance, allowing Jack to boast the rest of the night, "I poop!" 

(and for that, he got an entire bag of Famous Amos cookies.)

Oh, happy day.

Now I get to enjoy a diaper-free life...for about 5 weeks. 

Stack and Whack

Ever heard of it?
It's a type of quilt.
And it's what I'm making for little man #2

Wish me luck.

Four Years Ago

When I was attending BYU-Idaho, my roommates and I decided it would be fun to get some friends together to play a game of football.  Even though it was November in Rexburg and freezing we had so much fun, and it sort became tradition to go play every Thursday night.

When I came home for the summer to Las Vegas, I thought it would be fun to continue the tradition.  So my sister and I rounded up some people and headed to a nearby park.  One of these friends was Kalee, who told me her brother "H" just got home from his LDS mission (2 days before, to be exact) and could she bring him..?  Now Kalee had told me about this "H" before.  She had mentioned that she thought he and I would make a good couple, and although I hadn't really dwelt on that conversation much, who was I to let her down by not at least meeting him, right?  I said of course, we'd love to have him come.  And because she always called him by the nickname she had given him, "H", I really had no idea what his real name was.

It turns out "H" stood for Harrison...who knew? And it turns out Harrison was a cute, blonde, 21 year old who I figured out pretty quickly that I wouldn't mind getting to know better.  I asked him later (much, much later in our relationship) what his first impressions of me were.  He said three things:  He thought I was older than Lindsay (my sister), he thought I was athletic (and for those who know me best know that of course that is no surprise), and he also thought I must have been a little rebellious for a 19 year old Mormon girl since Linds and I kept the radio on the whole night, trying to win tickets to the Justin Timberlake concert.  It turns out none of those things were true.  So he may have asked me out under false pretenses, thinking I was this older, athletic, rebellious girl, but it didn't take him long to figure out the truth.  And our first date was the best first date I've ever been on.  Simple, honest, and fun.  We had a pizza picnic and talked for hours.  About everything.

Which was a bummer, really.  You see this new guy I was falling for, and I were both leaving for school in a matter of weeks, and we'd be living 4 hours apart.  And this guy just got home from serving a mission, and was about to go to the land of LDS single girls in Provo, Utah.  But someone was listening to my prayers, because somehow I tricked him into a long distance relationship.  And soon I found myself counting down the days until Friday night rolled around when he came up to Rexburg, or I drove down to meet him in Provo.  Life was so good.  He took such good care of me.  I remember one time grocery shopping together and he paid for my groceries.  You may think thats silly, but to a poor college student girl, that was sweeter than getting flowers and chocolates.
We soon had a problem though.  This long-distance stuff was hard.  We were halfway through the semester and our emotions, grades, and cell phone bills were taking a hit.  We found ourselves needing to make a decision: break-up, or get married.  Luckily we chose the latter, and luckily it was much more romantic than that.  

3 months later I was blessed to get married forever to my best friend. Everyone we loved was there including the matchmaker herself (love you, Kalee!).  And if it's possible, after 3.5 years of marriage, 6 moves, 8+ months of being apart, and nearly 2 kids later I love him even more today than I did then.

And it all started with that awesome game of football August 9, 2007.

Oh yeah, i have a blog...

Much has changed.

And due to a series of recent events, and after much prayer and deliberation we've decided to move out to Washington much sooner than anticipated.

So my lack of blogging can be explained by a huge of amount of planning, preparing, and packing for our 4th move in 10 months.

And let me tell you, packing up a house at six months pregnant is no fun and is partnered  with little motivation and zero energy.

Luckily Harrison is a hard worker and I'm a good decision-maker, pointer, and box-taper.

"That goes there, honey. We can throw that away.  Okay bring that box to me." 

So we have a little over a week before Jack and I will be west-coasters again.

Harrison has more training here, and will be joining us soon. (hopefully before this baby comes!)

Speaking of baby...

Anyone who has ever been pregnant will tell you how fabulous it is to take pregnancy photos, and I think I may win the award for most awkward poser ever.

But here I am at 27ish weeks, and this baby is wearing me out!

I'm pretty sure I'm nearly twice the size I was with Jack at this point in my pregnancy, and I am feeling it.

But I am loving all the kicks he's giving me all day long, and we can't wait for him to come!!

And Jack will be 2 1/2 years old next week

(yes, I pay attention to half birthdays)

He makes us laugh all day, everyday.

He is learning new words all the time, and even if we have to translate most of what he says to other people we still think he is the smartest two year old. Ever.

He loves, loves, loves, sports.  Basketball, baseball, golf, soccer, swimming, and anything involving a ball and a racket/paddle. 

He is so active all day which is fine with me since it makes him sleep so well.  He is still napping like a champ (2+ hours a day) and he spoils me by sleeping until 8:30 am or later.

He is starting to be "too cool" for kisses, but has really become quite the cuddler.  

He does however often kiss my tummy and say, "baby!"  

He's going to be the cutest big brother :)