Not Every Day

It's not everyday that you get to watch your oldest daughter get baptized and your youngest daughter get blessed.

I know that post pregnant Jen should have been over emotional and weepy during this afternoon of beautifulness, but I wasn't. I was just Happy. Not a weepy mess, not a blubbering disaster, I just sat there and soaked up the happiness of my eternal family.

It was one of those moments where you look all around at what's going on, and think "I must have done something right". I have 5 beautiful children who I think are amazing and I am married to a great piece of eye candy (and he's kind too, but you all know I married him for his eternal hotness).

We were visited by some of our favorite people in the world, and for those who didn't make the drive from Iowa, Kansas City, South County, Ballwin or from West Virginia (no one drove from WV, I did ask one friend too, but she said no)

Here are a couple of pictures from yesterday, Kelly spent the rest of the day saying " I haven't made any bad choices yet, so I'm still doing good"

And Delaney spent the whole day and night sleeping, cause that's all she does. And we do love her for it.

Before my beauty was baptized, although I just realized I didn't take an after picture with her in her other dress. I totally stuffed myself into clothes for the baptism. You probably weren't expecting that to be the caption on this picture, but it's the truth.

Here is our first family picture, now this picture does make me a little emotional and weepy.

Beautiful Baby

Delaney Leigh Wehrmeister

January 19th 9:35AM

8lbs 8 ounces, 21 inches

She is beautiful and fabulous and mine.

Things went well with delivery. I was concerned since this was my 5th C-section, but the Dr. said I didn't have too much scar tissue and things everything looked good. I wish I could have been sedated during the epidural, but I'm pretty sure they don't do that.

Recovery is going well, Adam took a couple afternoons off and he starts back on his regular schedule on Monday.

So really there isn't anything else to report. We are doing well right now, but I'm sure we will be going into survival mode in the next week or so. Once we are crazy I'm sure there will be more entertaining things to report.

Our house is a very very very fine house

Last May Adam and I bought a "fixer upper", days after moving in I took a pregnancy test that told us that baby monster 5 was on it's way.

I've promised "updates", but pregnancy (meaning cranky pregnant lady) have delayed those updates.

So with the upcoming arrival of baby monster, Adam and I have been finishing some projects, and starting others. My to do list grows each day, and I'm sure Adam wants to pull more of his hair out each day. BUT he is still putting up with me (which is a good thing.)

So I'll get to the point. Here are a few pictures of our house. Just a sneak peak, not the whole she-bang, don't get your hopes up that more will come soon. I'm not making any promises.

So obviously these are pics of the same rooms, just different views. I love how it's come together. It's the kitchen I always dreamed that I would never have. The fireplace is not finished yet, so don't look too close at that yet, but we are getting there.

Besides the brass front on the fireplace the only thing that is still the same in this house is the garbage disposal.

From one precious angel to Five amazing Monsters

So I was sitting here reflecting (also known as trying to sleep), about what I needed to get done before we bring this next monster home and I realized how much I have changed since I was pregnant with Kelly. First Baby: I always knew EXACTLY how far along I was 6 weeks 4 days, 30 weeks 2 days.

Fifth Monster: I can tell you EXACTLY when this child is being evicted, but have no idea the number of "weeks" pregnant I am.

First Baby: We rented a Doppler thing so I could hear the baby's heartbeat whenever I wanted.

Fifth Monster: The only Doppler I hear about now is the one that has to do with the weather.

First Baby: I thought I was tired.

Fifth Monster: I realized that tired isn't being pregnant. Tired is being pregnant while you are holding your daughters hair as she throws up because she has the stomach flu, which wouldn't be so bad if you didn't just get over having the stomach bug and had to take care of your 4 year old in the middle of the night while you both were throwing up at the same time. And I didn't even mention that the 2 year old had it the night before. But no I'm not complaining... really I'm not. I think I was probably crying at the time but that was a month ago so I'm totally over it (can't you tell)

First Baby: I honestly thought I might be able to go back to work part time.

Fifth Monster: I realized I couldn't. I couldn't leave these monsters with anyone, because no one would love them as much as me.

First Baby: I was SO excited for her to be born, and so not wanting to be pregnant.

Fifth Monster: Yes, I am excited to meet her, but I know she is much easier inside my tummy and am very content waiting my 11 days 12 hours and 14 minutes that I have left.

First Baby: I loved when we went down to the weekly visits!

Fifth Baby: Last time I went the Dr. said "See you in 2 weeks" and I said " Can I make that 3?". (Which he was fine with)

Oh, but we all know that there are things that don't change. Like the moment they show you your monster for the first time. It's an indescribable feeling. I know this, because I tried to explain it to a friend and I couldn't describe it (which is the definition for indescribable.)

I also love the feeling of holding your newborn baby while they sleep. You are their whole world at that moment. They need you, just as much as you need them.

The hormonal pregnant outbursts. I wish I was a well-behaved pregnant women, but I'm not. I'm a cranky miserable women who hates the world and 97.8 % of the population while I'm pregnant. I have little sympathy for people and I think most people are just stupid. Don't worry I am a normal human again once the baby is out.... well I have so far.

Snow day for the Monsters

Yesterday Paige came home from school and said, "Mr. Salt said that if we want a snow day we have to wear our pajamas inside out and take an ice cube and flush it down the toilet."

Paige, being the obedient student that she is did all of the above and this morning she was richly rewarded!!

There is nothing like a snow day. I love them. I love the magic of them just like when I was little. It almost feels like a gift from above. Like Heavenly Father is saying "Slow Down everyone, take a look at what you have". So that is what we did.

Adam's morning patients were cancelled so he went to go get donuts for the family, then he took the 3 oldest monsters outside for the rest of the morning. We tried to get Preston out there too, but apparently he is "too good" for his snowsuit.

So I got a kick out of dressing Tommy. He would just put on whatever I told him. So I put his sister's swim goggles on him and I thought I was super funny. Plus I did think it would help him stay out there in the wind.

Here is his after shot. His hands are snow covered, but when I took his goggles of he was nice and warm underneath. So note to self: If I'm ever in a blizzard, I'll take my swim gear.

Paigemonster is my biggest snow angel. She is a trooper. I was just lucky to get socks on the girl before she ran out the door. Kelly went out in 3 layers of clothes, 2 of socks and 2 sets of gloves . Paige through on some clothes and ran out the door. I did get gloves and a hat on her, but she she didn't come back in all morning. Kelly would come and get dry gloves whenever hers got wet. Since Missouri isn't known for our mountains, Adam built the monsters a hill to "sled" down. Adam would have stayed out there all day with Paige, but I finally bribed them to come in with hot cocoa. The Aftermath.

Then they got to choose which flavor Hot Cocoa they wanted.

Tommy looks like it's naptime. but no. Yes, even Preston gets hot cocoa.

This is the only picture I could catch of Kelly. I tried to get a few outside, but they didn't turn out.

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.