Saturday, June 23, 2012

Happy Birthday to me

My birthday was pretty low-key this year. Andrew and I spent a little time in the wee hours of the morning watching the mountain burn (just after returning from the hospital). Andrew got up with the girls in the not-so-wee hours of the morning and let me sleep in until it was time to get ready to go. All three of them woke me up by singing Happy Birthday.

We dropped the girls off at my friend Tracy's house and then went to the hospital and then I spent most of the rest of the day napping while Andrew took care of the girls and packed up some of the bookshelves in the office and carted a bunch more stuff from downstairs to the garage. We're trying to figure out how big of a truck we'll need to haul our things across the country.

The girls helped Daddy make dinner—they heated up canned soup and make baking powder biscuits—and then after dinner we had cupcakes. Mine was a fancy cupcake that Karen had picked up for me from a place called The Sweet Tooth Fairy; everyone else had cupcakes that Sister Christensen had brought over the day before. Or maybe the day before that. All my days are blending together.

It was just a little party—Andrew, the girls, and me—but it was practically perfect. What else could you ask for than to be surrounded by the people you love most of all? Oh, I know...

Can you guess what I wished for?

We put the girls to bed and then Reid and Karen came home and Andrew and I left for the hospital. Again.

Rachel was lamenting one day about how often I say I'm getting ready to go to the hospital.

"Do you know what would be easier?" she asked.

I could think of a million things that would be easier but I didn't offer any ideas. Instead I just said, "No. What?"

"If our house was a hospital. That would be easier."

That's very true. Having our house be the hospital our baby was in would be easier. But I can still think of a million things that would be even easier than that. 


  1. Happy birthday! I'll glad it was low key and filled with naps, but I'll sorry it was at the hospital. I suspect Rachel is going to be an awesome inventor when she grows up. See a problem, find a solution!

    1. That is one of our family mantras, actually: Find a solution! or Think of a solution!

      Whenever the girls come to us with a problem we challenge them to find a solution first.

  2. Happy Birthday, Nancy!

    By the way, I thought of you the other day about my heart murmur comment--at my last OB appt. the Dr. said to me "Has anyone told you that you have a heart murmur?" I was like, "um, no!" and she said "Oh, it's not a big deal. It's common in pregnancy, about 1 in 4 women get one during pregnancy b/c of the increased blood flow." 1 in 4? Really? I still need to google it and see if that's true--I've never heard it before. Anyways, how is the hole in Benjamin's heart? I have been trying to keep updated on your blog but I usually get a couple days behind and then catch up, so I may have missed something. Anyways, I've been thinking about you and praying for your family! Love you!

  3. I still can't get over that you have THREE kids! I haven't even had the chance to meet Rachel yet.

    I hope that you had a great birthday!