Oh Christmas?

First off we started all our fun on Christmas eve. We met at my moms house for a wonderful dinner. It was nice to sit down with all the family and just enjoy good food and conversation. We have a Danish tradition of singing Christmas carols around the tree as everybody holds hands and you walk/dance around. I used to hate this as a kid, but watching my kids enjoy it so much has actually changed my perspective a lot. I also find this to be far more meaningful without my dad. I miss him while we carry out this tradition, because he was so proud of his danish heritage. Then it came to opening presents. Dilan had been waiting all day for this event. He talked and talked about getting to open presents, and wondering what kind of surprises were in store for him. The boys got more than spoiled, Thanks everybody! I am always amazed with the loot we walk out with, and I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful family. Bryson loved being able to play with, and hold his little cousin Melanie. She is a very patient one year old. Bryson and her brother Brandon passed her back and forth. It was super cute watching him play with her, and made me even more excited to see how he will be with his own sister. Then we packed up the car, got the boys changed into their pajamas, and headed home. Only Tyler feel asleep on the way home, because the others were still on cloud nine with all their new toys.
The next morning we woke up my mom and Bryson about quarter to eight. We started to head down the stairs and Trev met us at the bottom so excited that in fact Santa had come. We woke up Dilan, and watched the boys stare in amazement at the scene in front of them. They were a little overwhelmed at first, but eventually started to find out what each of them had in their piles. Bryson got a Handy Manny workshop. He said it wasn't for him, because Dilan had wanted it for his birthday, and it made him really sad. It was so funny. We told him that it was his, because he had wanted it too. Dilan found underwear, and looked at me so amazed....Santa bringed me underwear, I didn't know Santa bringed underwear? He was even more excited that the next pack was transformers like his bike and scooter. It was hilarious watching how dramatic he was with everything he found. We woke Tyler up a little later, and he really wasn't sure what was going on. He was most excited to find his Pez....Tyler loves Pez! Trevor was most excited to find his Heely's. He has no idea how to use them, but he sure does try. It is funny to watch him go flying down the hall, and thank goodness, so far hasn't sustained any injuries.
About nine I dropped my mom off at my sisters house, and we headed to Spencer's moms house for breakfast a little after that. We had a great morning with his family, and the boys got spoiled even more....Thanks everybody! Then we played a few games and just hung out till we needed to head home for Tyler to get a nap. Bryson and Tyler both fell asleep on the way home and ended up sleeping till after six. We got dinner ready for Spencer's dad, sister, and brother to come over that night. Spencer and I made a salad, dinner rolls, red potatoes, and ham. Spencer had gotten the ham from work, and it ended up being a sugar free ham...blah! So, I took brown sugar, nutmeg, and a pinch of cinnamon to make our own glaze. Amazingly enough it turned out okay. We had a nice relaxing night just hanging out with them, as grandpa read stories to Bryson, and the rest of us chilled. It was a really nice night. Overall, it was a really great Christmas. I am so grateful for such a wonderful family. I am grateful for the wonderful family that I married into. I am always grateful for my family, but this time of year I think about how truly blessed we are. I am so grateful for my four beautiful little boys, my wonderfully awesome amazing husband, and for the little girl growing inside me. I am grateful for all my friends and the differences and samesies we all share. I love my life and feel so incredibly blessed!
I wrote this post right after Christmas, and I couldn't find my camera. UGH!

First Moments...

Here are some of the first pictures of our sweet baby girl. We have decided to name her Kairi Inez Belt. Kairi is a name we have had picked out since I was pregnant with Dilan. Trevor was actually the one to come up with this name. It is from a video game he has loved since he was three, and Inez is after my Grandma. I have gotten a lot of reactions with this name, because it is really unique. Some like others not so much, but for us it fits. I had my main ultrasound today to make sure she was first and foremost a healthy baby, and second to double check nothing had grown, and she was still a girl. The tech couldn't believe how clear all her pictures were coming out. She was an ultrasound model, and she was so precious to watch. She was opening her mouth, pulling her feet up by her hands, stretching, and possibly sucking her thumb. It was so awesome to watch her. Spencer and Bryson felt her for the first time yesterday too. I did learn I have placenta previa though too. Placenta previa is a complication of pregnancy in which the placenta grows in the lowest part of the womb (uterus) and covers all or part of the opening to the cervix. My doctor is hoping that as my pregnancy progresses that it will move up farther into my uterus. If this does not happen, my delivery could be interesting as he put it. Not what any mom wants to hear, but I have decided to not freak out till another ultrasound is done in a few months to see if my placenta has moved, or is still covering my cervix.

Happy Birthday Dilan!!!

I can still fully remember the day Dilan was born. I went into the hospital at 11:30, which means I was starving! I was so excited to give birth to my second son, and also really nervous as to how our first little boy was going to like him. Dilan was born at 2:02 pm. He looked so small when he was born weighing in at 7 lbs 15 oz. The first two things I noticed about Dilan was a huge dimple on his right cheek, and his really dark black hair. I was having some issues with puking, so they gave me some medicine to calm it, which in turn knocked me out. I had people come and visit, but had no memory of them coming, yet there were pictures of me smiling with them...WEIRD!! Dilan was a chunky little baby who was always smiling and giggling. He was so much fun, and his really dark hair changed to platinum blonde. Dilan used to run with his arms to the side like he was some kind of speed walker. It was the cutest thing, and I am actually sad that he doesn't still have this cute trait, but I wouldn't want kids to make fun either. Dilan has always been one to just sit and play. He hasn't ever been a big TV kid, or need somebody to play with him. He is content to just find a toy and make a story to go with it. He can tell you the best stories, describe creatures he has made up, and even what he thinks some houses should have. He is a really great addition to our family and I am so grateful that this sweet, yet very determined little boy is mine!

We did a lot with Dilan for his birthday this year. We first took him to Chuck E Cheese for lunch. It was actually a blast, because one of the machines was off and kept giving tons of tickets. Then we had a friend party for him, 17 kids were invited, and 13 actually came. We had monster truck races, and the kids got to pick and keep their monster truck after. I was pleasantly surprised with how well this party turned out. We had to postpone his family party till after Thanksgiving, because half our family got sick, so his birthday really lasted a whole month. Thanks everybody for giving this little boy the best fifth birthday ever! He really deserved it :) I know this post is super late, but such is life!

Comments!!

This will be short, because every time I start a blog lately I know it will end up making somebody upset. I have had my fair share of comments lately about our life. I am not sure when our choices in life became everybody's concern, but it is really starting to wear on me. I am always feeling defensive. I don't sleep that well at night for the most part, but all these comments are making me not sleep at all, because I have real issues shutting off my brain. It can be a simple comment on how my boys are doing, what we are doing for the weekend, or have I finished my Christmas shopping? These are normal questions, but because I am so frustrated with the million other comments people are making about our life, that I am starting to not see that point anymore. I am feeling very defensive and ornery, so if I come off as really rude to a normal question...I just want to say I am sorry!