Baby Sister #1

I’ve been wanting to blog about my sisters. Today, I’ll start with baby sister #1

Leslie, oh Leslie. Don’t call her LeZZZlie. She hates it! Leslie was born when I was 3 ½ years old. I recall helping change her diaper a time or two. I remember her first birthday like it was yesterday. My Mom and I MADE, yes…MADE a Minnie Mouse piñata for it. I don’t know how much help I was, but I remember it. My mom dressed me in a jean vest and jeans for it…CLASSY. Leslie is the “adopted” sister, because she has light skin and blue eyes. For the most part we got along growing up. Except for the occasional tug-of-war with hair, a swift kick in the stomach (sorry, Les) or ripping her favorite Bratz poster and then trying to tape it up after the guilt struck. She reminds me of ripping her Bratz poster often, oh and she also reminds my husband. I am ALSO sure that she will one day tell all my children about it too. The age difference didn’t keep us out of each other’s closets in our teen years. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes it was WAR. Leslie was the kind to come home from school, start some music in her room…and STAY in there. A few weeks ago I told Ben that I made Leslie walk to the JR. High in middle of winter once for making me mad that morning as we got ready for school. I literally had a moat around my eyes as I told him the short story of my evilness. Leslie has grown into such a lady. She is the mom of two...........two Pomeranians. Although she abandoned one fur baby she has been an excellent fur momma to Meeko. Leslie is THEE SARCASM QUEEN of our family. She is beautiful. I swear she couldn’t look ugly if she tried. She is straight forward and makes an amazing friend to anyone that reaches out to her. Some days I wish I could rewind the time. It simply has gone by too fast. Distance may keep us from hanging out with each other every day or making a coffee run together, but I do know that we have only grown closer to each other over the years and will continue to do so. I love you, baby sister #1.

A Robinson Weekend

Lately I have been thinking a lot about how little time Ben and I have left together as just a twosome. It's not necessarily a bad thing, we are beyond excited for number three to be joining us in 48 days, or less, or more (it's all up to her). So, this is how we started our weekend. Ben and I both got home early from work on Friday...so we spent it on the couch...and went to bed at 8:45 PM. YEAH...

 

Wiping tears from watching Chris Farley videos.

 

 

 

Good morning, Saturday.

 

 

I had been craving sushi. Well, a California roll and pot stickers is about the only food you can safely eat at a sushi restaurant while pregnant. Still...so...good...

 

Ben and I took our nephews, Ez and Abe, to Cornbelly's Corn Maze at Thanksgiving Point in Lehi, UT. We had a blast. We also realized that we will be spending much of our time in the future in these kinds of places. Kids...EVERYWHERE. But in all seriousness, I saw a bunch of smiles and laughs that day from parents and children, and it was such a heartwarming thing to see.

 

Ez climbing the rock wall with the help of Uncle Ben.



 

Abe posing for a pic that we sent to Grandma Jody. She is the best bus driver in Vernal, UT.

 

 

Ezra got a sword balloon. Abe got a snake balloon. The guy that made them their balloons asked me to stick around because he had something -SPECIAL- for me.

 

Good morning, Sunday.

 

We are slowly but surely getting ready for our lives to change.

 

 

We had a very relaxing Sunday and shared our evening with my brother-in-law, Jed, and his adorable family. We ended our weekend where we started...on the couch. Ben cuddled behind me. I told him it was my favorite part of our day. Just him and I, him holding me and feeling the love between us.

We are blessed.

 

 

 

 



Backseat Driver

Well, we probably won’t have a backseat driver for a while, but we will certainly have a new passenger joining us in two months, 9 weeks, 60 days. My eyes get bigger, my stomach drops but my heart becomes full of excitement as I realize that soon 1 + 1 = 3. I know, that doesn’t really make sense in the real world of mathematics, but it makes sense in my world.

Ben and I had not spent  a DIME on our upcoming arrival. I felt unprepared and  deep down I also felt like a terrible parent, ALREADY! So, I made it a goal this last weekend to buy her, her carseat since they won’t let us leave the hospital without it, right!? At least that’s what I learned from watching Marley & Me. With the help of Ben our shopping trip became a SUCCESS! We even bought a few clothing items, I suppose they won’t let us leave the hospital with a butt naked baby either!?!

When we got home I couldn’t wait to take it out of the box. We took it out and STARED. Disbelief? Surreal? Yep, just two first time parents-to-be. At least we can say, “Carseat, CHECK!”

 

Check out Anistyn's safe and comfy car seat!

 

Check out Anistyn's ridiculously handsome Dad!

 

 

Check out Anistyn's HOT mom at 31 weeks.

 

And last but not least, check out the love between her two excited parents. LOVE YOU, baby gal!