Preschool

Bridger has started preschool. He loves it! Mom loves it too! I get four hours a week to actually accomplish something without fighting and trying to distract a three year old.
I am involved in a co-op preschool with 5 other women in our ward. We each take turns teaching. So far we love it. We'll see if I still feel that way after I take my turn teaching next week. Having six VERY energetic boys in my house might change my mind.

Bridger's Great Grandparents visit

We were soooo excited to have my grandparents come for a visit. They just celebrated their 85th birthday's! My mom also came.

We had so much fun with them. I have fond memories of my grandpa teasing me as a kid. It was a joy to watch him tease Bridger the same way. Bridger also had a good time teasing grandpa!

My grandpa was a dairy farmer. So we thought he might like the Tillamook cheese factory. They at least enjoyed the ice cream!

My grandma LOVES the ocean. It had been 10 years since she had been to the beach. So we spent some time at a Cape Meares. We visited the lighthouse and the beach.

My mom, grandma and I played hours of boggle. I learned a lot of new words some of which I am sure were not real words. But I wasn't about to say anything!

Our one and ONlY camping trip this year

After many months of being sick. I was begging to go camping. (I had big hopes of sqeeezing in as much fun as I could before we had our baby. Didn't happen.)

We went camping at Gales Creek with our friends the Nielson's. Despite the fact that Jenny forgot her kids sleeping bags and we had two pregnant women sleeping on the ground, we had a great time!

Peaches, peaches everywhere!

One of our favorite things about Oregon is the pick-your-own fruit farms. Every summer we spend hours at different farms picking strawberries, raspberries, marionberries, blueberries, peaches, pears, and apples. There is something about picking your own fruit that makes it taste better. Bridger has a hard time not eating while we pick. For the first five minutes, I pick as fast as I possibly can and I just barely stay ahead of him. Luckily, the farms don't mind kids eating while they pick. I have seen many kids walk out with red-stained faces! They couldn't hide their guilt if they wanted to.
    This year, even though I was 32 weeks pregnant, I decided to bottle peaches. So Derek, Bridger, and I headed to the farm. We only picked for about 15 minutes, but it was so quick and easy that we got more than we bargained for. We thought we had 50-60 lbs, which seemed like more than enough. When they weighed them, we had picked 110 lbs!! Yikes!
    So I spent EVERY available minute for the next week canning peaches. Where is your family when you need them? I tried to vary what I did because we are going to be eating peaches every meal for the next 5 years. I made several kinds of peach jam, peach-vanilla syrup, frozen peaches, etc. What a nightmare!
    By the end of it, I needed help. Derek now knows all there is to canning peaches! He was a good sport and spent many hours late into the night helping me.
    Peaches anyone?

Who would have thought that being obedient about food storage could put you in the hospital? I sure didn't.

The day we picked peaches, I had called the doctor with some complaints about a possible bladder infection and cramping. Turns out I didn't have a bladder infection; it was the baby's head. The baby had dropped. I was up on my feet so much with the peaches that the cramping turned into major contractions. The doctor decided I should go in for a visit. What I thought would be a quick appointment turned into an all-day stay at the hospital. I had to be monitored to make sure I wasn't in labor. I am now on bed rest to make sure the baby is not born for at least another 2-3 weeks.

Good news, my doctor (who is a stake president) said I could pay him in peaches!