Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Pumpkin Carving

When I think of carving pumpkins, I remember it being a huge pain. Cutting the top big enough, scraping out all of the stuff, cutting the face: these are all difficult things for me. I was reminded of all this as we carved our pumpkins last night.

Don't get me wrong, it was fun, but it is a lot of work. Sadly, our pumpkins turned out kind of lame anyway (mine is the ugly one on the right, Eric's is on the left). Oh well, at least we tried.

Amos was asleep for most of the ordeal, but we woke him up long enough for a photo op.

5 Things:

My friend Annie played this game on her blog, and I want to play too. So, here it goes:

5 Things I was doing 10 years ago
1. I was 13, yeah. I guess that's 8th grade? I went to Paul Lawrence Dunbar Middle School in Ft. Myers, FL.
2. I played soccer, big time. I was on a competitive team and we traveled to tournaments almost every weekend. Go Strikers!
3. I was in the school play...a murder mystery that we did with a dinner theater. I can't even really remember what my part was. I am sure I wasn't the killer though.
4. I rode the bus for two hours everyday. We spent a lot time getting into trouble on the bus.
5. I listened to music A LOT. I always had the radio or a cd playing. I knew the words to every song ever.

5 Things on my list of things to do today
1. Take care of Amos (feed, diaper change, cuddle)
2. Paint the door frames in the basement
3. Make dinner
4. Clean/straighten up the house
5. Clean out the DVR queue

5 Things I'd do with $1,000,000
1. Pay off our house
2. Finance Eric's next business idea
3. Buy a pair (or many pairs) of Manolo Blahniks
4. Save some of it (I know, no fun).
5. I'd go on a huge clothes shopping spree...Anthropologie, JCrew, here I come!

5 Things I'll Never Wear Again
1. My size 4 jeans. Yes, I legitimately was that size at one point.
2. My "European" Shirt. Its a very cute shirt of mine that Eric hates. In fact, he hates it so much, he hid it from me. I have no idea where it is.
3. An EFY shirt...I wore many over the years. But like my EFY career, they've all gone into retirement.
4. A scrunchie. I noticed yesterday at Wal*Mart that they still sell scrunchies. I thought to myself, "I wonder when the last time they sold one of those was?"
5. Lipstick. I can't keep it off my teeth.

5 Favorite Toys
1. Our t.v./DVR. Sad, but it is very well used.
2. Amos' stroller. It makes going for walks with him very easy.
3. My computer. Its even more used than the t.v.
4. My craft room. It's full of many toys.
5. Eric.

5 Tags....
1. Eric, I love you!
2. Annie, thanks for passing the game on. I miss you.
3. The Browns, write a new blog already.
4. Kris, stop reading this and do your schoolwork.
5. Amos, go to sleep. Its nap time.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Quiet Sunday

We had some free time yesterday, so we capitalized on the opportunity to take more pictures of Amos (and each other).

Amos and Dad

Amos and Mom

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Our little pumpkin

Amos had a check-up today. Here are the stats:

7 lbs, 14 ounces (up 1 lb from his birth!)
20.5 inches

Doctor Johnson says, "he looks like a very healthy baby." =)

The Pumpkin Patch

Eric, Amos, and I went and picked out our own pumpkins to carve for Halloween today.

Picking and carving pumpkins was always something that my Mom took care of, and since I left home, I haven't done it. I guess now that I am a Mom, it falls under my job description. Eric was really the one who made the big push for us to go pick our own though. I would have bought one at Wal*Mart.

We had a nice afternoon out, and Amos fell asleep in the car, so you gotta love that!

Friday, October 26, 2007

My son, the prop.

It was only a matter of time before we started treating him like a toy.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Parenting lesson #1

I learned something yesterday. It so embarrassing, I hesitate to share. I am pretty sure that someone out there can learn from this though, so here it is:

You do not have to hold a baby all of the time. You can put him down. And walk away.

Of course, you want him to be fed, dry, comfortable, and safe. Once those things are taken care of though...you do not have to sit there and hold him.

I have been reading a book on the recommendation of several of my trusted friends, and the author, a medical doctor, says that you cannot spoil a baby by holding them too much. Whew, that's a relief. Wait. His next point is that a baby cannot be spoiled, because they deserve to be held all of the time, so its not spoiling them. Crap. Honestly, my first thought was, his poor wife. You know he's not the one sitting at home holding the baby all day. I believed him though, until I called my Mom. She informed me that was crazy. Of course I am going with my Mom on this one, after all, she got me safely to adulthood. I'll probably still finish the book, just in case.

Please don't worry about Amos, he is still getting held, plenty. Eric thinks that babies are so cute so that we won't abandon them. Amos is exhibit A. I am very relieved to know I can put him down though, otherwise there would be no time for blogging =)

Disclaimer: I am clearly not an expert, and this is just my opinion. The best advice anyone could ever give is to do what feels right to you.

3 weeks old today

We have a tradition of measuring our children next to build-a-bears in my family. Surprisingly, it gives a good perspective. Here is Amos at three weeks, pretty much the same size as the bear:

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Amos and Lamby

Aunt Anna (i.e. Sister Shaver) sent Amos a present all the way from Taiwan. It is the sweetest little lamb, sure to be one of his favorites.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Being a Dad is hard...

Eric managed to find time for some fishing with his Dad today.

I am not complaining though...I got a three hour nap and a shopping spree at Target.

Don't worry, the fishing trip and the shopping trip were not at the same time.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The Buns Live

I know, they are the most neglected, previously spoiled, pets ever. Everyone warned me that when the baby came they would be ignored and everyone was right. Luckily, my niece Ali was in town to give them some love.

Amos meets the Hornes

Nana Nancy and Pop Pop Bruce Horne came to visit Amos from Philadelphia, PA.

Nana has an awesome camera, and got some great pictures.

My second post-Amos blog appearance. In case you're wondering, I am burping him, not choking him. He totally looks like Yoda, only not green.

Three generations of "Hornes"

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

An outing

For his second outing, we took Amos to the Rose Garden at Julia Davis park in Boise, it was absolutely gorgeous. (The first outing was to BYU, and there are no pictures because I was too big of a stress ball to take any).

Eric is the best Dad ever, I am so stinking lucky.

Amos gets a lot out of his time out...

Monday, October 15, 2007

The Shaver Family meets Amos

Amos met all the Shavers this week. Grandma and Grandpa Shaver and The Iversons (Liz, Josh, Carrie, Ali, and Morgan) came down from Boise. The Sookhoos (Kate and Steve) came from Delaware. I tried to find some variety, but the pictures are all the same =)

Grandma Shaver loves Amos! She held him all through Conference.

Amos and his cousin Morgan. She is 6 months older than him.

Cousin Morgan checks Amos out (and Aunt Kate).

Cousin Carrie is such a little mom! She is really good at taking care of Amos and Morgan.

Grandpa Shaver proved to have the magic touch with calming Amos down.

Uncle Steve woke Amos up from a deep sleep to pester him. I don't know if we want Amos learning from Uncle Steve...

Sunday, October 14, 2007

The loves of my life:

We're back from Grandma Shaver's house, tomorrow I will find some time to post pictures of Amos meeting the whole Shaver family (minus Anna, who is in Taiwan on her mission).

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Kris asked for it/I heart epidurals

I've heard women say, "I was in labor for {insert absurdly large number} hours." Honestly, I always thought they were lying. Until last MONDAY. I started having regular contractions at about midnight. They were coming every 5 minutes, and lasted over a minute long. The doc said to come in when they were five minutes apart, so we headed into the hospital at about 5 a.m. We were home with no baby by 9 a.m. I did get a morphine shot though. To make a LONG story short, there was another trip to the hospital, another morphine shot, and another trip home without a baby. The whole time there were contractions 2-3 minutes apart. Finally, about 3 p.m. on WEDNESDAY I told Eric we had to go to the hospital and this baby had to come out one way or another. I was open to just about any option at this point.

Well, we got to the hospital and checked into the same room for the third time. As I was getting out of the wheelchair (don't laugh, I literally couldn't walk), my water broke! I think the words "sweet mercy" were screamed. They finally officially admitted me and called the anesthesiologist. The nurse came in to tell me it would be 15 minutes until he could get there. 15 minutes is not that long, unless you think of it in terms of how many more contractions that means at 2 minutes apart. Which I did. There was much crying, but no swearing. I didn't swear once, which is a huge accomplishment. It helped that our nurse was in our ward and was making small talk about my last relief society lesson.

Although Dr. Kirk warrants his own post, I'll mention him here: the anesthesiologist finally showed up 30 minutes later. He was kind enough to not waste any time changing into his scrubs, so he drugged me up in jeans and a t-shirt. The nurse and everyone were worried about the pain of the needle from the epidural going in, but at this point he could have used a knife and I would have liked it. Anyway, he got that sucker in and I felt peace for the first time in two days. I remember saying things like, "Eric, I think I like him more than I like you."

From the epidural on it was an awesome experience. I took a two hour nap, talked to most of the members of my family on the phone, then pushed for just a few minutes. Amos almost came while the doctor was changing his shoes, but we held out and everything went perfectly. The birth was peaceful and "beautiful."

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Amos is home

We've been home for almost 24 hours now, and I have to say it is terrifying. I can't believe I am being entrusted with the care of this sweet little baby.

We made it through our first night, and it was the longest night of my life. Every little sound made my heart skip a beat. At one point Eric asked, "We're never really going to sleep again, are we?" I don't think so.
The pressure is on!

Thursday, October 4, 2007

A couple more...

Here's to a lifetime of too many pictures of my kids:

He's Here

Amos Johnson Horne, 4th
Born: October 3rd, 2007
10:56 p.m.
6 lbs, 11 oz.
He came out spitting mad! Making faces just like I do when I am cranky.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007


He doesn't know it yet, but I have uninvited Eric from being an author on "our" blog. Since he's never actually posted on our blog, I am not sure he would even notice except that he will read this post. There's not really any particular reason for his dismissal, I guess I am just feeling a little territorial. Its also a good excuse to post a random picture of him:

There's no need to worry though, if you really need a fix of "Eric thoughts" he still has his own blog.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Due date

Last night Eric said the most horrifying thing to me:

"How do we know your due date for sure? For all we know, you're not 'due' for another month."

I explained to him the ultrasound, etc., but I have to admit, he made me a little nervous.

At our doctor's appointment today the doctor said that if Amos hasn't come on his own by next Monday we'll set up a time to induce. If I know my son, he is coming on his own terms.

Happy Halloween Month!

Fall is my absolute favorite season. I think it is the most romantic time of year. Yay for cuddling under warm blankets!

I really enjoy Halloween. Last Halloween Eric and I went as pigs. I thought it was very cute. Eric thought it was horrible. He kept taking off his nose, which was pretty much the costume. Luckily, I got a picture to remember it always:

I haven't quite decided what we will be this year...in fact the only Horne who already has his costume is the only Horne who doesn't yet exist. (Thank you Grandma Shaver for Amos' costume.)