In the ultrasound, Dr. Thackeray was really fun to show the kids everything and point it all out for them. Nate and I are total pros at the ultrasound now, so we don't need any pointing out ;) (I'm only partly kidding, we both could see our baby's gender before he actually settled on the picture and told us.... how cool are we!)
We had made a bet, if it was a girl, the girls get to choose where we go for lunch, if it's a boy, the boys do. Lots of fun.
So after stopping at the Sprint store, to drop off Nate's phone, we picked up the littles, and went to lunch. We got Carl's Jr. and took it to the park. It was a nice relaxing afternoon.
When we got home, we crashed. I'm not sure why we were all so tired, but everyone was. Nate left for work and the rest of the evening was spent doing exactly what we wanted :). Charity and Kelly did a lemonade stand, the boys played computer and wii, Noah and Erika just wandered around aimlessly doing whatever they pleased. Everyone took a little time to play with Buddy. It was a lot of fun. Could have been more fun if people would learn to clean their rooms the first time, but anyway ;).
That night, we met up with Julie and her kids, Lacie and Tony and their kids, grabbed some DQ and headed out to the park! It was SUCH a fun evening with them. I honestly feel like it's therapeutic for me to hang out with them. It's so relaxing. I don't feel more comfortable around anyone else. It's so nice. We had a lot of time to talk, the kids all ran around with no supervision :) who doesn't love that :). At one point Erika and Noah were playing in the Volleyball pit ("the sand") and started screaming over to me and when I answered, they yelled back, "COME TAKE A PICTURE OF US!" Like Julie said, the interpretation, "We're doing something cute, come capture it!" So hilarious. I told Kelly to go ahead and get the camera. She usually does so much better, I think she just forgot to let it focus before pushing the button. But I don't care, I like having these pictures of some of our Goddard and Clemens family friends.
Tony, her future boyfriends thank you for this picture!
The boogers alone!!!.....
Tony totally gave in to Erika a bit later, and got some really great ones of Erika's tantrum from me telling her no ;). It was fun to laugh at which tree Lukey chose to pee on, and see his cute little moon from across the park.... then to later find out that there wass a port-a-potty in the parking lot! HA! The story of my life :). Good times though. I'm so bummed that Julie's not moving back to Utah, but how sweet that I got to hang out with them, sneak in on their family time with Lacie and Tony, AND get to see the Goddards as well :). It made my week. I wish I could do that every week. I'd be more mentally healthy, I just know it :).
After dinner, I had promised the kids they could use their money to buy themselves some ice cream, so we went back over to DQ. I like it when we can do spontaneous things that the kids think is so amazing and they all say thank you when we're done. They did that night and I was pleased :).
On the way home, we stopped at Brent and Sarah's to get the CD of the kids' school pictures that I kept forgetting about, and I ended up talking to them forever. It was nice. I love being able to talk, kid-free, sometimes. I love my kids, we all know that, but uninterrupted conversation is priceless. I thought it was the perfect time to tell them our news. They were fun to tell. I like it when people are fun to tell :). Keeps it fun.
When we got home, we hurried into jammies and went to bed (HA! yeah right.) So sugared up, it took a while to get kids in bed, but it was actually okay for some reason. I didn't feel as stressed out. It was nice.
I had the chance to talk to Debe which was extremely overwhelming and hopefully we'll be able to help her and things will work out for them. I can't help but feel grateful for the life that I have. My problems are so minimal compared to a lot of people around me, and I just think I would be a jerk to not say that I am grateful. Grateful for my trials and not someone else's.
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