Free Cookies!

I am tired of seeing that picture of me all huge and eating something every time I get on my blog to blog-stalk you other bloggers. I have been trying to think of some to say for a while, but I got nothing. My mind is consumed with baby thoughts, and those are mostly boring to other people.

ANYWAYS... we did this with Chandler and it was fun. If you win, you get cookies. I know, lame prize, and if I weren't Mormon we would make this much more interesting.... alas, all you get are cookies, not pot money, if you win. (pot money like people putting money in a pot... gosh!)

Pick a day. If Baby Boy Barnette comes on the day of your choice, you win. Only 2 guessers per date. It's not a complicated game. I will update, as the comments/guesses come in. Good luck! We're just doing August, so I guess if I have the baby this weekend, I get cookies.

• Sunday, August 1st-- Adam
• Monday, August 2nd--
• Tuesday, August 3rd-- Nicci
• Wednesday, August 4th-- Alli
• Thursday, August 5th--
• Friday August 6th-- Sarah
• Saturday, August 7th-- Liz & Lori
• Sunday, August 8th-- Chelsea & Ruth
• Monday, August 9th-- Amber & Corteiga
• Tuesday, August 10th-- Veronica & Rachel
• Wednesday, August 11th-- Brandon & Char
• Thursday, August 12th-- Kinsey & Nicole
• Friday, August 13th-- Julie & Daniel
• Saturday, August 14th-- Holli & Diana

YAY!

Info helpful for making an educated guess: I am due, Friday, August 13th. I am going to ask to be induced on the 13th if he doesn't come on his own before that. Currently, I am 1 cm dilated and 75% effaced. I went into the early stages labor with Chandler late on the evening of my due date, and then was induced, making him one day late.

READY, SET, GO!!

Three Posts in a row! I expect you to read all three and comment on all of them.

Chandler's THIRD birthday party was on a Saturday, and I feel like it was a success.. I don't know how other people felt, but I thought it was F-U-N!


Unfortunately, we were too busy to take many pictures.. Someone took some with our camera. I don't know who it was, but thank you someone.
Seems like I should know who took this picture. Look how pregnant I am.. AHH!!
Thanks to everyone who came. It wouldn't have been fun without all of you. If you happened to take pictures at the party, will you send them to me, please?

This is pretty much pictures of us on a boat

"Grandma's boat".. I'm not sure why he's decided that it's Grandma's and not Grandpa's boat, but who knows!


This is Natalie's tree.
Chandler and I went on the tube, and then it was all he talked about for like a day or so.. We didn't whipe out like this tho..
Do those make you smile?


This is Miranda and Mom.

This is my little brother Nathan, and Chandler Nathan.. get it? Nathan came home from his mission in February.
This is Jared's face.
This is Jared's other face.. he's a goober.

I really like this picture of Brandon. He was actually really frustrated @ this point, but he looks good.

Why do we play this game? Clearly, it's unenjoyable.

*The majority of these pictures were stolen from Adam's facebook... thanks Adam*

Cabin Barnette

We spent three days at the Barnette's property in the Sierra-Nevadas. It was fabulously fun.. after three days, however, I was very dirty and very tired. This is Chandler's cometary on the following pictures...
"Chandler and Mommy."

"It's Chandler water the baby trees."
"Chandler fishing."
"Chandler and Daddy fishing."
At some point during the trip I said, "I like fishing, not actually fishing, but going and sitting.." And I realized I'm turning into my mom.

"Chandler helping daddy"
The MEN built a new deck for the cabin. It was looking beautiful (although not quite finished) when we left.

Next time we go I'll be less pregnant, and maybe I'll last a little longer... maybe not. lol.

Four Years

This morning Brandon woke me up and said, "Do you know what today is?"

I sat up in a panic, looking around frantically. My mind said, "It's not Saturday, am I forgetting something? Was I supposed to pick someone up? Appointments.. no just finals this week.... am I supposed to be at the doctors? No, it's not Thursday.. it must be Wednesday.. oh."

"Happy anniversary. I love you."

In my defense, I am not a coherent morning person, as you can see, I didn't even know what day it was.

I can't believe it's been four years. I love my husband. My mom said today, "I don't think God is always interested in making life easy and comfortable." I am grateful that my marriage has been mostly easy and comfortable. After the first year of marriage I asked Brandon when the hard part was. You know, how before you get married and everyone tells you it's HARD. Well, I am sure it's coming, but as of now, we still wonder when the hard part will be.

Brandon is in so many ways my balance. I can't remember how I got along with out him. I don't mean that in a sappy, love song kind of way. I mean I don't know how I functioned and didn't make people absolutely crazy with out him. Not that I don't currently make people crazy.. because I'm sure I do sometimes.

....

I am feeling an inability to express how awesome he is to me. It seems like it would be incredibly boring for anyone reading it.

You should go look at our wedding pictures via the link on the right.. They're amazing. Don't you wish you wore pink shoes, and don't you wish you could live in the Butler's back yard? I'll make you cookies if you can spot that bikini lady in the beach pictures.

Most importantly.. Yes, he still looks at me like that.

Confession of a Mickey Mouse kind

Usually Chandler gets up with Brandon in the mornings around 7. He comes into our room with a bright "Good morning daddy!" and then starts complaining about going down stairs and wanting cereal... marshmallow cereal. Brandon usually goes down poors him some cereal and then comes back upstairs and continues getting ready for school while Chandler eats marshmallows and watches what ever play house disney has lined up for him.

When Brandon returns down stairs for his own marshmallows there is usually a conversation that goes like this:

"NOOOO!! Mickey Mouse!"
"Chandler, I want to watch basketball." Brandon has obviously changed the channel to sports center.
"Mickey Mouse!"
"Basketball!"
"Mickey Mouse!"
"Basketball!"

My confession? This is one of my favorite parts of the day. Laying in bed listening to them argue over the TV. It feels so real, like a real family.

Brandon usually wins. Then he leaves and Mickey Mouse is returned.

Little Sisters

I remember the day my mom came home and told me that the twins she was carrying were girls. I was jumping on the trampoline and jumped around with joy for another 10 minutes. I was eight. I remember visiting Natalie and Miranda at the hospital. Mom was complaining because she was cold. That's all I remember about it.

Most of my childhood they were babies. Eventually they started saying, "We're not babies anymore!" and their name changed from "the babies" to "the girls." At 15, they are still "the girls".. or at least in my mind.

They used to tell funny jokes. I remember one going like this, "Why did the chicken cross the road. To get eaten by a bear." I still think it's funny.

I always wanted a big sister (not that I would trade my big brother in for one). I'm afraid I'm not the big sister that I had imagined a big sister to be. We didn't share clothes, or make up, or... anything. They shared with each other and no one wanted my 8-year old hand me down stretchy pants. My sisters were a mere 9 years old when I left the house and the only thing I handed down was my bedroom. Which Natalie moved into before I was even gone.

Though, they are my little sisters, they far surpass me in so many ways. Their grades and school performances are remarkable, especially when compared to mine. They are currently haggling with my dad about a deal involving a car. A deal that my dad made to my older brother and I, knowing that we would not receive strait A's for 2 years. They are spiritual giants of the teenage variety and enjoy young womens activities like I never did. Their feet also out grew mine at.. I don't know.. age 8. They've even beat me at shoes size!

Natalie is intelligent and energetic. However hard we try, she resists our temptations to play games.

Miranda is bright and very thorough in everything she does.

Both ladies are beautiful, and life will be very exciting watching them through the upcoming years.

Happy birthday to my only little sisters...thank goodness you weren't boys. yuck.