The Verdict is in AND.....

WARNING: Screaming Child Ahead

Today, like every other day, I picked Beckett up from daycare and he was FILTHY. I'm never really too upset because he is a boy and if he is covered in dirt than I know that he is playing hard. And he has a lot of bigger kids at his daycare so I imagine he is trying to keep up with them. The problem comes later in the evening, after dinner and after he has washed his hair with whatever type food we are eating that night....BATH TIME. We don't have a "bathtub" we only have a stand up shower with a 4" leldge so since he was born he has taken a shower with either Scott or myself, usually Scott because I have a few things that he preferrs to be distracted with and I personally think it is easier for Scott to do it (and fortunately he always volunteers) Alright, I know yadda, yadda, yadda...I am getting to the point. The last week I have been filling up the "tub" with water and giving Beckett a "bath" he screams. Not just annoyed screaming it got to the point that Scott came up stairs to see if Beckett was seriously injured. He was screaming as if he is in the worst pain imaginable and when he can get a word out it is always UP!!!!! Today, was no different, except for the fact that Scott came home right before bathtime so Scott volunteered to give him a bath...wouldn't you know that he was perfect for Scott. Apparently he doesn't WANT ME to give him a bath or shower....I think my beautiful plan has backfired...

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I almost forgot...I went to the doctor today and got to hear the heartbeat of our little one again. It might just be the most beautiful sound in the world.

Scripture Game Night

Alright, so I went to the Scripture Game Night and I have to tell you I was a little unsure of what to expect. I'm not the greatest at hearing a passage and trying to find it but I was pleasantly surprised when it was more of finding a scripture, reading it, discussing it and then mixing it up with a little bit of craziness. I cannot speak for any of the other people that were there but I really had a good time.
Scott and I have discussions all of the time and I think we already have an idea of the type of answer the other is going to have, to an extent, but tonight was different I had the opportunity to see the way other people see things. And although, I may have interpreted it differently it was beautiful to see the contrast and I love that it gives me another angle to look at something. I know Scott gets aggravated but I always play the devil's advocate. If someone is tailgating him I remind him that maybe that person is rushing to the hospital to see his new child or something has gone terribly wrong or that they are late for work, all of which would be plenty of reasoning for us to drive on the higher side of the speed limit and get irritated when someone is in the fast lane but still going slower than the other lanes.
The theme of tonight was one that is very close to me - FAITH. Anytime anyone would say Faith in a talk or lesson I would arrogantly say/think that they were talking to me. I do love my name but that is beside the point I love the fact that I am able to have my own faith, that I am able to believe in what I believe in. I am grateful to all of my family and friends, who might not share those beliefs, but allow me to make my own choices and to live my own life free from their judgements and criticism. It makes charity and acceptance a lot easier knowing that I have these relationships.
Scott and I recently visited some people very close to us and it makes me very sad that someone would judge them for a life style that they lead. I remember thinking when new members of the church would say that their families disowned them or they were speaking to them anymore because of their decision, because they were choosing to live according to a gospel that they didn't believe in and I thought how silly and immature that was. Can you imagine not speaking to your brother, sister, niece, uncle because they chose to become a member of the church...?Why is it then that we feel that it is okay to judge someone who believes or lives their lives differently than we do? I can't get over this. I absolutely love the church that I have been raised in. I love the principles that it teaches. I love the congregation that I grew up in. Sure there was DRAMA but how often can you get a substantial group of people together and there not be drama? I remember coming to church and seeing people whom I deeply cared for, who were part of my family; I have watched a number of those people pass away and I cannot begin to tell you how hard it is for me to know that I can't go visit them when I go home and they won't be there to give me a giant hug after not seeing me, I can't imagine anybody not getting to know them over something as trivial as to what church they belong. I am grateful for my faith in the things that I believe in, I am grateful for the trials in my life, I am grateful for all of the wonderful blessings that I have been given and I am grateful for my wonderful family, friends and all of my acquaintances that have given me perspective and have shown that even though everyone is different, we all have issues that we have to deal with and that underneath everything, we all have feelings and even though it's not expressed by everyone we want to be understood, accepted and loved. After having Beckett I think that I am beginning to understand charity at a more personal level than I thought existed. I LOVE my son, and I seriously doubt that he could do something that would remove my love for him. I hope that Scott & I can teach him well and prepare him for the world. I hope that I can remember that his experiences will be different than mine, that he will grow up in a different world than the one I grew up in, that he will make decisions that I don't necessarily agree with or that he regrets but most of all I hope that I never lose perspective to what is really important in this life and that I am able to always have the same unconditional love that I know our Savior has for us, for not only Beckett but for all of my family and all of my loved ones.
P.S I know that I do not speak very eloquently, and I am sure I have made a number of mistakes (all of which Scott will find the moment he reads this) but I never claimed to be an writer or English major, I am just me and I this is what it is. I am sorry to all of you who have lasted this long.

Pregnancy is so.....FUNNY

I don't get it. One day I feel like I am hardly showing and I feel reassured that I will not blow up like a ballon and then there are days like today. I feel like I am twice as far as I am. I can't remember but I don't remember being this big until I was ALOT further along. UGGH! I think I am still in denial about the whole thing and it doesn't make it better that Scott is losing weight...