O Remember, Remember

I loved this video and wanted to share its message.

Silly Morgan

I made these frozen yogurt drops and Morgan was OBSESSED with them. She cried anytime I put them back in the freezer because they were melting. So eventually I just gave her the container with a spoon because they were so soft from being out too long.

Morgan loves to chill in the pillows when I make the bed in the mornings.

After her bath she likes to run around with her towel as a cape. I chose this picture though because it is the best one I have of her facial expression - this isn't as distinctive as it usually is but she makes the face all the time.

When day Morgan got her nap a little later - I think we were at the park or something - so she was zonked when we laid her down with a bottle of water. I went in to get her (we had to go somewhere) and she had fallen asleep with the bottle still in her hands/mouth. Too cute!

Oh BOY!

It's official. We are having a boy. Almost 4 weeks ago we went in for the first ultrasound and it was confirmed that this thing growing inside me is indeed a baby boy. Most know we wanted another girl, simply because Morgan and the baby will be so close in age and we already are decked out with girl stuff, but by no means is a boy disappointing. We went in for the ultrasound and they were checking placement of everything before getting into the measurements when David noticed something. He immediately turned to me and whispered "I think it's a boy!" I just kinda paused like "what?! no, it's gotta be a girl." Then the technician proceeded to check everything and it was such a relief to hear how healthy he is. Each time I saw 2 legs or 2 arms I sighed with gratitude. I had been panicked up to that moment that something was wrong and to see him doing so well was beyond exciting. I have a baby boy; a beautiful, healthy, active baby boy and I am stoked! It was so fun to watch him squirming while the tech was measuring. He might very well end up being more of a hand-full than Morgan but oh my how I am excited! He is super active these days, sometimes it's distracting when I'm going to sleep at night and when I'm waking up in the morning. It is a lot of fun though and I'm anxious for the next 16 weeks to pass so we can hold him.

Dear Diary

I don't really keep a journal (even though I know how much I should), I don't have many friends, and I hate talking on the phone; but today I need to relieve myself.

My energy level has been near empty all day and my stretching belly is making it painful to stand upright, but in desperate hopes to pass the time I played with Morgan in her room while sorting baby's clothes and reorganizing where things go. At last the time came to feed Morgan lunch and put her down for yet another attempt at a nap (she wouldn't go down for her first).

My anxiety level is through the roof as the idea of the unknown fills my body with such immense fear. I feel as though my most passionate dreams are at risk on a sinking boat with the shoreline just out of reach. Oh how much I wish I could do better - have more courage to save them. My desperate attempts to salvage what remains seems almost in vain as I ultimately have no control. In just a few short months I bring another one of Heavenly Father's children into this world and am petrified that our home does even compare to the majestic place he is coming from. At church yesterday we were reading from 2 Nephi 28 and the last verse the Lord says "I will be merciful unto them... if they will repent, and come unto me; for mine arm is lengthened out all the day long". I pictured Him standing there with His arms opened, waiting; just waiting for us to go to Him and fully embrace. I think of all the times I have longed for a hug but am turned down for a computer, toy, or just lack of presence; my heart melts to think that He keeps His arms fully open, never giving up. Why can I not be like that? Why can I not trust that all will work out and the promises I have been given will be met? Why can I not have that hope and endless love that strengthens my arms to keep them lengthened all the day long?

I can't give up. Life seems so hard and too often I find myself thinking, why us? why me? I was reading today in D&C 58 where the Lord says "For verily I say unto you, blessed is he that keepeth my commandments, whether in life or in death and he that is faithful in tribulation, the reward of the same is greater in the kingdom of heaven. Ye cannot behold with your natural eyes, for the present time, the design of your God concerning those things which shall come hereafter, and the glory which shall follow after much tribulation. For after much tribulation come the blessings. Wherefore the day cometh that ye shall be crowned with much glory; the hour is not yet, but is nigh at hand." Hardly ever do I feel strong enough to handle this burden, but I know he is worth fighting for, they are worth fighting for. I won't give up.

eternally fighting,

carrie

Our Girly Girl

Playing with the Beauty Salon we got from freecycle

Holding my phone, she is putting her keys (a gift from Aunt Rachel) into her purse

Chasing after me because I had the camera

Play at the Park

Morgan and I dropped the car off at school for David and then walked to the park. It was kind of a chilly day, more than it has been lately, but that didn't keep Morgan from enjoying herself. There was even this little boy, probably about 4-years old, that quickly came to Morgan's side to show her around. She enjoyed having someone to play with as he pushed her on the swing and ran around the open field with her. It was really nice when David joined us after creaming his Family History exam :)

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

Yesterday Morgan and I were playing in my room and I took the mirror off the wall and put it on the floor for her to see herself. She had quite the time playing with her "twin". And side note, she insisted on wearing those boots all day.

I have a longer video of her doing more stuff but it was taking FOREVER to upload so I gave up on it.