A few pics...

9 month bragging rights

I thought I'd post this sooner, but someone has been a tad uncooperative every single time the camera comes out. I couldn't take it any longer, so I took pictures anyway.

Alli is officially 9 months old! She's a little over 17 pounds, and is at the 25th percentile for height and weight. Her heart is still sounding good, and everything seems just fine!

A few milestones:

• She can clap
• and wave
• and has finally gotten her first two teeth... with 2 more coming in soon!
• She's also learned a few new words! Her vocabulary consists of: Daddy, mamma, banana and hi. I'm loving her voice!
• However, to me the most exciting development has been.... WALKING! It's only 3 or 4 steps at a time, but she's moving on her own! As quickly as she's picking it up, I won't be surprised to see her running next week! ;)
  

Even though she's still a mommy's girl, it's hard to see her growing up so quickly. Don't forget Miss Alli Cat, your still my baby. I love you little girl!

Pink Oreos

I was feeling domestic earlier this week, so while Alli took a cat nap, McKenzie and I made home-made oreo cookies. Her only requirement: pink icing. "Pink like a lady, mom!" Go figure!

The cookies turned out great, and McKenzie and I had a really nice time together. However, she did, burn her finger on a warm cookie sheet. I grabbed a cool cloth and asked her if she was okay. With her little lip quivering, she looked at me with the saddest puppy dog eyes and told me that a cookie would make it better. How could I resist?

So, I sat her down at the table with a big cookie and a glass of milk. She took a few bites, stuck out her lip, and complained that the pink frosting wasn't working for her burn. "Next time, we'll have to try blue frosting - it's tougher, mom!"

Welcome Baby Trevin!

Yesterday, I was excited to get a call from Malory and Devin saying that Malory had been admitted to the hospital - I was finally going to be an aunt! My wonderful in-laws took my kiddos, and I hopped in the car to hurry down to Richfield for the excitement.

On the way down, they told me my sisters water had broken, and texted me several times asking where I was. I was afraid I was going to miss holding a baby fresh from heaven, so I sped like a bat out of hell!

When I got there, Malory was only dilated to a 3. 2 hours later, she was still a three. Good thing I hurried, right? :) And you know what? I spent 10 and a half hours waiting for Trevin, and I still ended up missing him! BAH! Cris had to leave for work by 2am the next morning, so I couldn't stay in Richfield past 10pm. (Someone's gotta watch the girls, right?) Malory started pushing (the first time) around 9:30pm, but they stopped her to wait for the baby to come down more on his own, and I had to leave. I WAS SO CLOSE! But, I guess I didn't have the worst of it. Malory was in the hospital for 20 hours with hard labor before the little guy was born!

Trevin Kenneth Moore

July 1, 2009 11:57 pm

7 lbs 2 oz, 20" long

And for those of you who are curious, he has dark curly hair.

And of course, he did inherit the famous (and incredibly cute) "Moore Nose!" Yay!

And although I didn't get to see the baby, the road trip wasn't a complete loss. I'm going to chalk it up to an educational experience. Here's a few lessons I learned yesterday:

• I can pee like a man: Okay, not exactly... let me explain. As I mentioned before, I had received a few texts asking where I was, which led me to assume they wanted me to hurry (that, plus the fact that when my water breaks, it isn't long before the baby is in my arms. Thought maybe my sister would be similar). But as much as I wanted to hurry, I REALLY had to make a pit stop. I pulled into a gas station and waited outside the locked womens room FOREVER. I paced the aisles. I read labels on the packages of beef jerky. And then, I couldn't wait any longer. So, I hijacked the mens room. Simple enough solution, right? I barricaded myself in, practiced my best hover technique and was ready to hit the road again. I did get a few funny stares when I exited the room, but I countered them with my best innocent shrug and told them, "it was a really long drive!".
• MapQuest is not my friend: I've been to Richfield before. Used to live there... when I was seven. I'd never driven down on my own, and since the people I usually ride with take po-dunk country bi-ways, I wanted to have some solid directions under my belt. Too bad they were wrong! I followed the mapqeust recommendations to the T (trust me, I've reviewed them a hundred times!) and they ended up putting me on I-15 South at mile marker 157. My next turn was at mile marker 222. Too bad the mile markers on southbound I-15 get smaller the further you go! The directions put me 60 miles south of my turn off! I had to go the long way through Cove Fort and take I-70, delaying me further and forcing me to spit out a few naughty words.
• My sister's mid-wife thinks I'm mentally challenged: While chatting with the Dr. and nurse, my mom mentioned that I had a sub-dural hematoma when I was born (something my mother had interestingly never mentioned to me). The doctor looked at me with her kind compassionate eyes and told us that I was lucky to have what cognitive function I do.
• Apparently, I look like a "lot lizard" (in trucker speak, that means "hooker at a truck stop"): On the way home, I stopped at the hook at 222 (trucker for the "Flying J in Nephi") to balance out my blood-to-caffeine ratio - I needed a Dr. Pepper quick! Two rather fragrant (and not in a good way) immigrant men covered in hair and filth asked me in garbled English if I wanted to "party" in their Peterbuilt tractor. Oh baby!

While I was sad I ended up missing out on hearing Trevins first cries while I paced the hallway, I am still glad that I went. It was fun and exciting being around Malory and Devin on their special day. The veil that separates Heaven and Earth was thin, even when I was there, and we could feel the Spirits of those we love ushering a new baby into our lives. Thanks Mal and Devin for including me in your special day. And welcome baby Trevin! We love you!