Because Adam rocks my world! Happy Anniversary.

We all know how I feel about Adam. I think I make it perfectly clear on a regular basis. I don't think anyone could ever accuse me of not expressing my love for the father of the monsters.

I talk to him throughout the day, he calls me inbetween patients and I call him when the monsters either do something really cute or really upsetting. He gets me through the day.

So Happy Anniversary to the man who scrubs my pans and changes my laundry. Here are some pictures of our past nine years.

2000- The first time I met this hunk-o-love.

2003-Adam graduated BYU and thought that he wanted to be a Chemical Engineer...

2003- We welcomed our beautiful little PaigeMonster. By this point Adam was miserable in Grad School, he hated it and it didn't like him too much either.

2004-

2005- Here we are in St. Louis having baby monster Tommy. 3 weeks later we received a phone call from UMKC that told us that we were off the waitlist for Dental School and we drove across the state one week later.

2006- Adam and I sail away from the monsters for our first monsterless vacation. It was fabulous. There is nothing like a week long vacation with your best friend.

2007- Jenn and Adam compete in a pie eating contest, and we both walk away happy losers.

2008- Our first (and last) public performance of Riverdance. I would say that we were naturals, but that would be a lie.

2008- Just a candid moment between the 2 of us.

2009- Never been a sexier couple and there never will be.

All I want for Christmas...

Is a cleaning lady!

Here is an idea for a Christmas Present for me

How about everyone who looks fat and ugly pregnant post some pregnancy pics. I mean come on everyone. All I ever see are the pretty little things who look "bloated" I want the real deal.

You know what I mean, the "I haven't showered or brushed my hair and am still in my pajamas and probably won't be getting out of them, because that would mean more laundry and I can't breathe when I do the laundry anyway" pictures.

I don't expect everyone to look as whale-ish as me pregnant, but come on. Pretty people stink.

Today someone looked at me and said "Are you sure you are going to make it another month?" hmmmm...

Merry Christmas, I know you've missed me

My Christmas Present to you is an entry on my blog! Yes, you should feel so lucky.

Obviously we are busy, but I think that's a lame EXCUSE!! We've been busy these last 7 weeks since I posted, but not busier then usual.

I'm going to bed, because tomorrow is Christmas and we know how early that day starts.

So here are some pics to make you all feel warm and fuzzy.

We had cookie of the day for about a week, where we made a different cookie each day. Adam really liked this.

Here we are painting Christmas Ornaments. The kids loved it, and Preston did fine until he tried to eat the paint. Then he said he was done.

Paige was really excited to put out Santa's cookies and milk. She couldn't decide between milk and Hot Chocolate, but eventually went for the milk.

They went to bed great too. No crying or saying they wanted to stay up. They gave kisses and went to sleep. I checked on them a little past 8 and they were fast asleep. Miracle of Miracles.

Here we are all. I love this time of year and I love all the monsters in the picture with me. I have been blessed with beautiful and kind children and a husband who thinks that I am hot even when I am the size of a whale. These people are the reason that I get up in the morning. There is no gift that I could receive that would mean more to me than these faces.

Practicing Reverence

Today I was home with asthmatic Kelly, and it seems as though I missed the real excitement.

Adam said that Tommy's teacher came and asked him if he could come and get Tommy and 2 of his friends out of the boys bathroom. When he went in there he found that they hadn't even used the bathroom yet, they were just playing.

Then his teacher (The Saint), took them all back to class... for awhile. Eventually 2 of these boys ended up back with their parents (one of those was our Tommy). Adam warned Tommy that Mommy wasn't going to be happy with him.

So here is Tommy practicing being reverent. He had to sit and practice for 20 minutes. I told him that if it happens again, it will be longer.

Yes, I know how miserable he looks. But he did sit there, not speak and keep his arms folded. Adam kept reminding him that reverence begins with quietly sitting.

I told him that being reverence wasn't about being miserable, so he had to put his pouty lip away. This is his attempt at "enjoying" reverence.

Reason 3,501 Why Adam rocks.

Adam: Ohhh that women is too skinny.

Jenn: (Good, we don't like skinny in this house!)

Okay, now off topic. Here are a couple of pics of my husband, being a caveman... Well a 21st century caveman.

When we bought the house, we couldn't get the gas fireplace to work. Adam/sexy caveman worked a couple of hours on it, and VOILA we have FIRE!!!

So of course the kids insisted on turning off the lights, getting a flashlight and having Daddy read them stories. Quite cute.

When Tommy learned to speak

Anyone who has spent time with our family knows that we have been worried about Tommy's speech since he was a baby monster.

He just didn't care about anything. He didn't cry in his crib, because he didn't care that he was there. He didn't sit up for a long time, cause he didn't want to see anything. Time out didn't work, because he was content doing nothing. And He didn't speak, because he didn't have anything to say.

Well he speaks now, and we love it. Nothing makes me happier than listening to his constant talking. It's nice to hear a voice come from that beautiful face.

So here is what he has been saying lately:

Daddy: Wow Tommy, that's a nice bruise you have on your cheek.

Tommy: Why thank you.

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Tommy: Daddy, Do pickles come from frogs?

Daddy: No, Tommy they don't.

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Tommy: Where does Preston come from?

Daddy: Frogs.

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Tommy: (Hands Nonnie a little grape)

Nonnie: (Eats it)

Tommy: NO!!! Now it won't grow up to be a big grape.

The day the children ran away... and the school counselor called.

2 weekends ago PaigeMonster and her partner in crime Tommy decided to run-away. They have wanted to for a couple of days, but it had been raining so I told them they had to wait.

Saturday rolls around and it was a beautiful (and a little chilly) day. Paige asked Adam if they could run-away and told him they would be back for lunch.

Dad said it was fine, but that they had to stay in the driveway.

They took sleeping bags, pillows, umbrellas, clothes (even pullups for the nighttime), coloring books, and of course backpacks full of STUFF.

After they came in for lunch, they put their PJ's on and went back out to finish their Runaway day. I have to say it was a great day for me too. It's so much easier to get things accomplished in the house when the monsters are outside of the house.

So these pics are adorable and the monsters had a blast.

On Monday it was rainy, so the kids "Ran Away" to Tommy's room.

Tuesday Morning came around and it was also rainy, Paige was off to school, but before she left she asked if she could run-away. I told her it was too cold and rainy, so she would have to runaway to the sunroom today... no problem (I thought)

11 AM rolls around and the phone rang, it was Paige's counselor. Apparently Paige went in to her teacher and told him that she was running away, but not to worry because she would be back in November...

I tried not to laugh (It took alot). When Monster came home, we had a little chat.

I didn't realize that a great imagination, would end up in a phone call from the school. Lesson Learned.

Just another Sunday.

Nothing exciting here, just another Sunday. The kids wanted to use the camera, so I let them take a couple of pictures.

Acutally I took this one. I just looked at her and couldn't believe how big she is getting. So I had to grab my camera, before I wake up tomorrow and find her grown, married with a family. It always amazes me how fast they grown up. Please make her stop.

Tommy took this priceless picture. I mean I am quite grateful that he left out my other 3 stomachs and part of my bad hair day, but hey I kind of like it. Here is Kelly's work of art. I was actually pleasantly surprised. I did crop it down some, but I was very happy to have a picture with me and my boys. I am not in many pictures, so this was a nice change.

Tommy the frog. No story, just Tommy

MiniMonster turns 2

Who Could not just Love this Face??

We just love our little monster! Tomorrow he turns 2 and I made some cupcakes tonight to celebrate.

He's a smart little guy and the more words he says, the happier we get. He blabbers in his own little language mixed with real words here and there.

He loves playing with his brother and sisters, and doesn't realize that he's not the same age or size as they are. He sleeps great through the night (Wish I could say the same for his older brother), and can give great mean looks just like his oldest sister.

Here is Daddy and Preston decorating his cupcake. Preston was being very careful and picking up one sprinkle at a time and placing it on his cupcake.

This was my favorite part, because he even knew the right time to blow out the candles. Without being told.

January 19th

So I went to see my fabulous Dr. today and this is the day we decided on. January 19th is when Grand Finale will be joining our mad house.

As long as everything goes smoothly with the delivery and baby is healthy, we will be coming home from the hospital on Kelly's birthday! (Jan. 23rd).

Baby Monster looked good at the check up.I got to see her in 3-D and it was pretty neat. She still looks a little alien-esque, but it was fun. They also gave me my pre-registration package from the hospital. I'm just so happy to be having this monster back in St. Louis, with the Dr. that I love in the hospital that I love the most.

Tommy Boy doesn't exactly understand how this whole baby thing works.

The other day he asked: "Soo the baby is cut out of your tummy?"

Mommy: "Yep, the Dr. gets the baby out of mommy's tummy and then sew mommy up."

Tommy: "That's going to be gross, the baby is going to be covered in all the food in your tummy"

Daddy: "Yep, the baby comes out looking gross, but not from the food"

No Bake Cookies

It's 11:00 at night and the only thing I can think about is no bake cookies. I can't sleep, I just want chocolate, but there is no room in the inn. All of it has been eaten or not bought, I haven't decided what happened to it yet. I know there are twizzlers, but I don't want twizzlers. I want something chocolatey, but not plain solid chocolate. Oh the troubled life I lead... hmmm maybe I should go get a shake from Steak N' Shake. Yep.... Adam's sleeping, maybe he won't notice that I'm gone.

Okay well, I guess I'm going to Steak N' Shake, thank you for helping me make these hard choices.

Just a few minutes

Kelly just got on the scale and said "60 pounds, I weigh a whole minute!".

I like that girl's way of thinking. If ever asked what I weigh, It would be nice to say "Just a few minutes".

What have I become...

Today I was talking to a friend and she was telling me all of her ideas and "crafts" that she has been up to. It was at this moment that I realized that this pregnancy has sucked the creativeness out of my body.

I am now content with empty walls, unpacked boxes and just a rather blahness in my design around my house. This goes against everything I believe in, yet I refuse to fight it. I'm just plain and boring for now. I don't have any fight in me. I don't have those design ideas pouring out of me like I used to. Maybe just maybe someday I will be me again. But for now if my friends from KC come to visit my house, don't expect anything other than ordinary. And don't expect me to have a "craft" project out. I haven't been making curtains, or burp clothes or blankets. I haven't been hanging photos or hot gluing anything. Nothing has been done and I fear that side of my brain will soon forget how to function.

Now that I'm done venting, I have a few OLD pics to post. I just found these on my SD card. These are from the townhomes back in April or May. Shortly before we moved. Made me smile.

Ms Paige Monster goin for a ride. (Please don't look at her hair, she was going for the whole "I just took a ride in a tornad0" look.

My cover shot for Babes & Bikes.

Don't know what he's doing, but he sure thinks he's funny.

Tommy and Daddy

Someone was too shy to get on the bike...

IT'S A....

GIRL!!!!!

To say that I'm excited, would be a very true statement. The girls wanted a girl and Tommy wanted a boy. Paige wants to name her Paige, but that doesn't really surprise any of us.

Everything looked good on the ultrasound, which was a big relief to us. My mom thought it was a boy, so she looked a little down when I said girl (BUT, I'm sure she will deny this).

Pregnancy: The 9 month disease.

I actually think this post should be entitled:

Birth control- It's a good thing.

So, I like to consider myself a somewhat normal person, when under normal circumstances. I mean I know that I'm "crazy" but like the title says, it's usually a "happy crazy". But then I get pregnant and all common sense and sanity leaves my body, and in comes the real crazies. The kind where you know that your husband is secretly praying at night for the aliens to come back and return his "real wife", and if the aliens can't return her, then TAKE HIM AWAY from who ever is living in her body.

Oh yes, I have my normal moments, I can carry on about a 10 minute conversation, before you realize that I'm a little bonkers. And to be perfectly honest, when I'm pregnant I dislike about 85% of the population, so if you DO get a 10 minute conversation out of me, you should consider yourself a very lucky person (kinda like winning the lottery).

My housekeeping, dancing ability and parental skills are all deeply affected by this whole pregnancy thing. I happen to be 5'4 (the tallest female in my family) so when I bend over I can't breathe. Doing laundry is like a constant "hold your breathe" contest and picking something off the floor... well you just don't do that. My dancing ability is, well kinda not there right now. And parenting... seems way off. You know you are "sick" when you see your child drop a piece of food and just think "Maybe they are saving it for later". Oh well it only lasts 9 months.

Don't you worry about me though, my little cream puffs.

At least I KNOW that this behaviour is not normal, and I know that the END definitely justifies this journey. I just hope my husband and darling monsters realize that it's worth it in the long run.

Because at the end of one of these monster days, where you laugh, then cry, and occasionally scream you climb into bed and get a little Kick in the side from your "partner in crime" and you do know that it is all worth it. This crazy crappy time gives you the biggest pot of gold you could ever ask for or dream of.

You get one of these:

So in the meantime, I do apologize to all those that I offend, criticize, and roll my eyes at.

Try not to take it personally, it's just the baby talking.

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Why I will NOT be making my blog Private.

So last night I cried, for probably 2 hours. I didn't just cry a little... it was a big cry. The kind where your face hurts and your eyes are puffy and your nose won't stop running. And you wake up with a crying hangover. I was reading a blog, a blog of someone who I have never met, never bumped into and probably never will. But her life brought me to my knees.

You see she lost her husband to Lupus. She is a beautiful 2o something girl, with an adorable little boy.

I ended up on her blog and I couldn't stop reading. I read about her husband's death and then I went to the archives and read about his fight, their life, their love and all that they have been through. And I cried through it all. I bawled like she was my best friend, and when I was done I prayed for her and her darling son.

When it was all said and done and I was lying in bed, I thought in my little brain of mine "That is why blog is not going private". You see I need all the prayers I can get. I don't care who you are, if you want to pray for me go right ahead. I might not be going through what this beautiful women is, but when I have my hard days and blog about them, I'll take any prayers that I can get in my direction.

Am I making the right choice for my family? For now the answer is yes. I am no dummy, I know that there are bad people in this world. I know there are people out there that steal pictures, leave comments and are just plain crazy. I know that 7 people have ended up on my blog by googling "I hate sonic", 6 of you are actually looking for my friend "kiera", and one of you wants to know "what happened to pollyanna paralyzed." I also know I've read blogs of people I have never met, and their words have affected me.

Do I believe that my words have an impact on people NO, but I am not going to be a hypocrite. I'm not going to say, you can't look at my life, but I'm going to hop around and read yours.

I strongly believe that everyone is just looking out for their family and doing what they feel is right, many of my favorite people have come out and said they were going private, so I thought I would come along and say why I'm not.

In the mean time, if you have a few moments and lots of tears and prayers to spare take a look at this darling family: http://www.kamandjami.blogspot.com/

Slipping through my fingers.

This is not my favorite day of the year. It is not my 2nd favorite either. Today is the day that the school system takes my child... now children. I really do enjoy my time with them, and really didn't want them to go. Kelly was ready though. She's become a pro at this, and even though it is a new school with new people, she was ready to leave me. She was excited. Paige on the other hand, says the things you want to hear from your child (when you don't want them to leave you). Paige cried, she didn't want to leave. Actually she didn't even want to wake up. She didn't want to ride the bus, and she didn't want to stay in her class. Why you might wonder?? Because she loves me. Because she knows that I needed to hear that. I know that it will be a constant battle to get her to school, but in 13 years when I'm driving her to college I will appreciate all of the times I got to hear her say "Mommy, I don't want to leave you."

So this morning went okay... could have gone better, but we made it through. Kelly asked me to curl her hair. And I did. Paige didn't want to go, she even missed the bus. But I drove the little monster to school, walked her to her classroom and left my little girl.

My Hotness

Could life get any better??

It could if you were married to this hotness

Dearest Hotty with a Body,

Thanks for everything. Thank you for dealing with a cranky sick pregnant women. Thank you for doing the dishes, and the laundry and the taking care of a cranky sick pregnant lady. I would like to believe that someday I will make it up to you, but we both know that that probably won't happen. By the time I'm feeling up to returning the favor, you will have one-uped me again... somehow with something. And no, I don't care that our friends that are reading this are probably gaging and puking, because now they know how I feel.

But, really thanks for turning me into the spoiled brat that I am. I love you for it. For everything. Thank you for being a goof ball and making me laugh. Thank you for not being upset that I was tooo sick to throw you some out of this world 30th party, I still feel bad about that. And thank you for our babies... all 4.3333 of them.

In my dream world...

In my dream world, when I say "Hey everyone it's Naptime!!", the children would cheer and run for their beds. ALL OF THEM. Everyone would say, "Thanks mom for letting us take a nap."

Then we would all sleep, including me of course. But that's just in my dream world. It's back to reality for me.

Dear St. Louis

Dear St. Louis,

I might just stay... if your lucky.

It's already been 2 months (but it feels like 6). I still don't like most humans (that's one of those side effects of growing a baby in your tummy), but we have started interviewing for friends.

Our first interview went well, we liked their kids (they had girls to play with my girls and that gave them BONUS points) and we enjoyed their company. They don't seem super odd (just odd enough to hang out with us).

We do have some more openings for "friend interviews" if anyone is interested they should fill out an application and it will be "reviewed" (so basically if I don't get back to you it's just a nice way of saying we don't want any)

The house is still coming along, the waterproofing is done, and the rooms are worked on right now, BUT the carpet was backordered so it won't be in till the middle of August. (Totally stinky, but what do you do!)

If anyone has the sudden urge to unpack something, please come my way, because we sure have a bunch still to unpack. I don't think we will be done anytime soon. Actually I'm just waiting 5 months or so till the "nesting" sets in, and then suddenly I will get all the boxes unpacked in like 2 hours. I always find it amazing what you can do that last month of pregnancy when preparing for your baby monster.

For all of you wondering if this is STILL the Grande Finale, the answer is yes.

Also, we find out next month what we are having. And we have decided that we will find out and then not tell anyone. It's a different kind of surprise. I always like to know how the book is going to end, so this way I'll still get to know how this one is going to come out, but YOU will be surprised. (I know, I have such great ideas sometimes... i even surprise myself)

So overall we are enjoying St. Louis. We love being around family, and we can tell that at some point in the future there is hope that we will find friends.

But really, there are some questions you should ask yourself before applying to be our friend:

1.) Do you mind naked 4 year old boys? My son has been know to come out of the bathroom with no pants on. Is this something that we encourage? No. But it is our reality and it comes with being part of the Wehrmeister entourage.

2.) Do you mind random singing of show tunes? This would be a Jen disorder. Any word at any moment could have her singing. Once again, this is not something we encourage.

3.) Do you mind going to the dentist. Because you see everytime you come to our house you are in fact going to the Dentist. And although that does go against everything I believe in, if I can adjust I think our friends should be able to.

4.) Do you mind "Making yourself at Home" this is my nice way of saying "I'm not going to help you, so if you want it you get it." I am normally much more hospitable, but this whole growing baby, feel like crap thing is getting to me right now.

5.) Oh and then there are those that love Activities. I am normally one of those, but right now our biggest activity is napping. So if you want me to go rock climbing you should wait till next July to apply for this friendship, because come December I will be the size of a boulder, so I don't need to be climbing one.

I'm sure there are many other reasons why people should not apply to be our friend, but I am too lazy to write out anymore.

Also, next entry I will add pictures, NOT pics of my house yet, but still pics.

Things I have forgotten to mention:

So the reason for my lackage of blogage would be the whole growing baby in the tummy issue. The TV and internet make me nauseous, so that makes visits to my blog and other blogs very short. (It's not cause I'm facebooking Aby, that makes me sick too). So there are many things I have forgotten to mention, not because I don't think you don't care about every little detail of my life, but because I get sick just thinking of typing (and yes, I feel crap-a-delic right now in case you were wondering).

So here is what my faithful followers have missed (don't cry, maybe I'll make it up to you later... probably not.)

• Adam turned 30. We had a fabulous party that involved fireworks (oh wait shoot that was just the 4th of July celebration. I hate when I mix those things up). No we actually went out to lunch with our Burneson's who drove all the way from KC for the lunch (dedication is key to being my friend).

• The kids are still in day camp. They love it. OTHER people are taking them to the pool, so that makes me thrilled. I don't feel like going to the pool, because I'm sure I'd find something there to make me nauseous there. (I'm sure a downer huh?)

• Adam is my work slave... and yes I wish I was joking. I think those donkey's in Mexico get more breaks then Adam. He works, and then does so much around the house, because his wife is too busy feeling like a dead tomato and growing a baby in her tummy too get much accomplished. If he stays with me through this pregnancy, he's going to deserve a raise when the kid comes.

• We now have an additional nickname for Grand Finale. We also call baby "Tiebreaker" The girls want a girl and the boys want a boy. I had a dream that it was a boy and that I cried. Because all future votes of "Do you want to go fishing or to the mall?" had been decided with one sonogram. Rather depressing huh? It's okay I'll just name the boy Jenna so at least I'll feel better about it.

• Tommy TURNS 4 TOMORROW! This seems to be the never ending birthday though. We had a party at the Magic House on Saturday, then today we celebrated his (and my brother in law Josh's) birthday at my parents, and then tomorrow we go to Gram's for a continuous celebration of the Tommy that we all love.

Well, before I get sick I'm going to sign out. I don't feel like my posts are as amusing as usual these days, and I apologize for my blahness, but hopefully once I feel better I will find all things humorous once more.

Signing out now.

Dr. Pepper

One time I was in a car accident. I was a wreck and crying and called up my sweet husband to come and pick me up. He showed up... with a Dr. Pepper. He thought it would help me feel better, and he was so right.

Reason 475 why I love Adam.

Magical Goody Bags.

There is something magical about taking dollar store items and putting them in a Goody Bag for a birthday party. I don't understand it yet, but someday when I have figured it out I'll let you know.

I was sitting on the bed organizing the goody bags for Tommy's party tomorrow when the kids came in and were super excited. (I was wondering if they saw the same items I did). Tommy picked up a plastic frog and said "Did you buy this?" When I said yes, He Cheered. Like raise your arms in the air cheer. Kelly the 7 1/2 year old saw the same cheapy items and asked "Do I get a goody bag too?" I'm still thinking who would want one of these.

Next, Tommy sat on the bed next to me and very carefully handed me a fruit snack package for each bag. Just an ordinary fruit snack package, but tonight it meant so much more. To him these were the specially chosen fruit snacks that were carefully prepared for his goody bags, and he couldn't be more grateful. He was glowing.

Just before the kids came in, I was sitting there complaining to Adam about how I didn't like getting the bags ready, it's just one of those things that you have to do.

But obviously I was the one missing out on the special experience I could have been having. I really do enjoy these little monsters of mine.

Dear Kansas City,

Dear Kansas City,

I hear that you are desperately missing us. That you can't sleep at night and that mobs and mobs of people are chanting our name.

I've heard rumors of a Hunger strike until we return. I've also been told that counselors are on 24 hour Standby to listen to you cry about your longing for our family.

Well, Kansas City... we miss you too.

Kelly Misses: Edge Gymnastics, English Landing, Sophie, The Down Park, The up Park, sleepovers with the Burnesons, Sis. Fitzsimmons, Red Lobster

Paige Misses: Capri, Eli, Ms. Mary, Capri, Sophie, Belen, The Down Park, Briann, Sis. Berrey and Dave, Kendra, Did I mention Capri?

Tommy Misses: EVERYTHING, Garrison, neighborhood friends, riding bikes everyday, all the parks, Dave, Dallin, play dates, Briann and Emma, Rome, Josh and Josh's house.

Preston: hmmm... I got nuthin.

I was on the computer tonight and I found some pictures of our last days there. So I thought I'd share.

Us and our Berrey's. We love these guys! They are the kind of friends anyone would love. They help you at a moments notice, they stay up late to just hang out, they are fun to be around and they live 2 doors down (which made our late nights easy).

Tommy's Too Cool impression.

Our last Sunday at Church.

On the street where I live...d see my beautiful friends. If you are wondering how they are all so beautiful and skinny, it's because they don't eat. Trust me, I've watched them for years, and they never eat. Which leaves me more food to consume at our get-togethers, (and yes I do consume) so hopefully I can find some ugly people to be friends with in STL.

This is Adam and Dave doing their Zombie impressions. Please don't ask me, I really don't understand them.

And I guess if you were lucky enough to read through this whole entry, I should let you know that we are having another baby. This one's nickname is Grand Finale.