Canyon (something) Roberts

We are busy trying to name our new little guy.
I am looking forward to blogging about the last couple of days.
Although every time I sit down at the computer, the poem below repeats in my mind.   

Just a few days after Brett was born my mom gave me this poem on blue paper.

I have loved it ever since...

Day Old Child by Carol Lynn Pearson

My day old child lay in my arms,

With my lips against his ear.

I whispered strongly, "How I wish--

I wish that you could hear,

"I've a hundred wonderful things to say,

(a tiny cough and a nod),

hurry, hurry, hurry and grow

So I can tell you about God."

My day-old baby's mouth was still

And my words only tickled his ear,

But a kind of light passed through his eyes,

And I saw this thought appear:

"How I wish I had a voice and words,

I've a hundred things to say.

Before I forget, I'd tell you of God --

I left Him yesterday."


Sappy and Sentimental

While waiting...I couldn't help but look back. Starting with the most recent.

                                                                  Quincy Rain - 9 lbs. 10 oz.
                                                Born in on rainy Tuesday evening in June 2008.

Kal William - 9 lbs. 6 oz.
                            Born on a Sunday morning in April the day after our Anniversary 2006.
                                            He came so fast the doctor missed the delivery

                                                               River Jane - 7 lbs. 11 oz.
                                         After initially being sent home... and crying all weekend
             I was induced with River four days later on a Tuesday morning in November 2003

  Wade Golden - 8 lbs. 5 oz.
                           Born on a Friday evening in September 2000 during the Sydney Olympics.
                                       A long night...I was mad that labor wasn't getting easier.

Lauren Kate - 6 lbs. 5 oz.
                          Decided on her own to be born the first Saturday morning in Oct. 1997-
                                                 Labored mostly at home. It was awesome.
      The nurse had Conference on the TV and I am ashamed to say, but I was so annoyed.

                                                                 Brett Dean - 7 lbs. 11 oz.
Born on a early Wednesday morning in October 1995
(after crying to Dr. T, begging him to start me)
                   Didn't have a clue what I was doing - Should've waited (labor was too long)


In Between

Every day of life has the ”in-between moments”.

You know…

The time between having done

And having to do again.

The moments of the day after things have ended and you anticipate the next.

Like after the bus leaves in the morning, but before the kids get home

Or after dinner but before bed

After the kids go to bed, and before they wake up.

During these in-between moments of my day I am usually wanting to fast forward to the next thing going on.

After the hustle of getting the kids ready for school and watching the bus pull away from our house; I find myself somewhat preparing and even looking forward to their return.

And then when they are actually home with the TV on and the demands for my time and attention start; I inevitably wish I could fast forward to bedtime when the house gets quiet and I am left with a little “me time”

I was thinking yesterday of the “In-between moment” I find myself in now.

I am waiting for our new baby to arrive.

Nine months of waiting, and it comes down to this.

We are all getting impatient.

Even now as I write this post;
a contraction (false or real who knows...) travels down my lower back and I give an intolerant sigh.

I fight the deeply-felt urge to have the relief of “being done.”

In the past I usually want to be on the other side of pregnancy.

To be done with the pain, and the labor process and just have the little baby in my arms already.

But this time as I sense this is my last time being pregnant;

I am trying desperately to hold on to these last in-between moments with this baby.

When Brett was just little I couldn’t wait for him to talk, or walk or ride a bike, or eat solids etc.

I kept looking forward with anticipation for him to reach his next milestone.

Now here he is at fourteen – shaving the “peach fuzz” on his upper lip, picking out his own clothes and combing his own hair, asking to drive every time we get in the car together, and making himself two ham sandwiches for his afterschool “snack.”

Where did all those “in-between moments” of his fourteen years go?

Probably I was caught up with inconsequesntial things.

But here I am again...40 weeks pregnant. For the seventh time.

Today I am trying to savor the uncomfortable nights...

the awkward and round size of my belly...

the super- unflattering clothes...

the ice-crunching and dirt craving (yes, I am going to admit that)

the doctor visits, the heartburn, the swollen feet...

and the alien-like kicks and jabs of the baby moving around in my belly.

I don’t want any of it to end.

And just now… Quincy walks up to me and slaps my belly and says “baby!”

Emotion washes over me.

I need to take a deep breath and realize that there is a time and a season for everything.

And now the “in-between moments” of this day are getting away from me,
...it’s almost time to start dinner and I am already looking forward to saying "goodnight" and sitting on my bed chomping ice and having "me time."



Blame it on the baby or the weather or my laziness,
but I just couldn’t sit another day in the house staring at all the dirty corners.

so...we made a weekend run 
to Salt Lake for some
swimming and sleeping in
and letting someone else
make the beds.

my poor deprived kids have never had swimming lessons, however they all love the water and swim like little fishes.

"come on Wade...smile this time!"
                                                                                       "gee thanks...much better"

Brett's favorite past time was dunking and                      So Dean evened things up a bit
 torturing Lauren...

           One highlight was going to
 Liberty Park in Salt Lake
   and riding the Old-fashioned   
amusement rides.

The rides were rickety and scary,
especially the Ferris Wheel -

but the “Carnies” were friendly and accommodating.

We came home for a few days
of folding laundry
and watching the snowfall.

The kids were so good while being cooped up during their Spring Break.
So Dean and I decided to forego any Anniversary gifts and fancy dinner for ourselves
and take a last minute trip with the kids to the sunny South.

We headed on down to the land of ZION

We celebrated Kal’s 4th birthday along the way.

I believe it’s a parent’s prerogative to twist the situation to their own benifit.
So we exploited our little Kal.

We told Kal we were going to a hotel and swimming for his birthday.

He couldn’t believe his luck.

He was simply overjoyed with his happy meal.

and the few incidental presents he received were just a bonus after all.

Zion’s Park was simply beautiful.

The pictures speak for themselves.

Weeping Rock... our favorite since 1994.
(Dean and I first visited on our honeymoon 16 years ago)
I was hoping that all the hiking and heavy lifting and fight refereeing and my toddlers walking vicariously close to the steep cliffs would jump start my labor...but no such luck.  

The lowlight was dealing with the French tourists speaking loudly in their foreign language
as they push past our kids pausing only for a moment to gesture annoyingly at the
 large size of our family
 and large size of my belly.
Maybe I’m just sensitive.

We did have one cute older man and woman who were from Portugal (I think) stop and stare at me and point to Kal and Quincy who were sleeping on eachother in the stroller.

The couple was smiling and laughing and shaking their heads and holding up three fingers.

I really didn't want to tell them that I had four more kids running up ahead of me on the trail.

Lauren chillin on "couch rock" as she named it. She's pretending she's comfortable.
Kal was so out-of-his-head tired. I said he had to stay back on the trail with me.
He laid down on "couch rock" soliciting sympathy from the passing tourists.

It's been tradition for us to stop off at this little fruit stand just outside of Springdale.

This time I was let down to see that it has transformed from a cute little mom and pop fruit stand to a yuppie, organic paradise. (like most things in Zion)

Quincy was so tired of the car...she refused to get back in her seat when it was time to go.

Here she is waving "goodbye" and blowing a kiss to all of us.   She finally decided to come.

We ended our weekend by stopping at
The Big Rock Candy Mountain,
which ironically wasn’t made out of candy like I had always hoped.

Kal and River were likewise disappointed.

Brett hiked up to this point before we realized how high he was.

Just as Dean yelled for Brett to get down...
Brett started slipping and sliding and fell head over heels all the way down to the X.

It was actually kind of frightening to watch.
 Brett was quite bruised up with a few cuts on his hands and knees.
But thankfully that was all.  
We decided to count ourselves blessed 
and pile all our ruffians back in the van and head home.
Around 8:00 pm as we pulled off the Payson exit homeward bound, I turned in my seat and looked behind me with my little ones sleeping and my not so little ones playing video games and I couldn't help feel like the luckiest person in the world.


Curves and Quincy

darn! I knew my body was meant for another decade.

Click on the picture above to read the details. You have to laugh...
( “How to gain welcome weight and keep it..”)    ha!

Now look at this picture.

Look at her waist.

This is of my great-great grandmother.

Her waist has to be the size of my lower calf.

I don't think I was ever her size.

I am much too curvy.

especially right now

Speaking of curvy...
This weekend I was taking pictures of Quincy in the swimming pool.

She has such a chubby body right now.

I love it. She makes me laugh.

You know...
there is only one time in a girl’s life when it’s socially acceptable for her to have;

cellulite dripping off her thighs and bottom,

a bulging belly,

a double, triple chin,

folds in her skin that never see the light of day,

dimples behind her elbows,

and her swimsuit hanging off one or both shoulders.

Oh...to be one year old again!

However, the next best thing to being a chubby uninhibited one year old is…

being a chubby uninhibited pregnant woman.

I have the same body issues and lack of coordination as my one year old.
It's just not as cute on me. 
And don't ask me where my toes are, cause I couldn't tell ya. 


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