Me (Virgo), Jeff (Aires)

On paper it doesn't look like Virgo and Aires match at all. I have a lot of Aires in my life and have always butted heads with them, but in the end they are some of the best people I have in my life. I looked this up and found out exactly why Jeff and I work so well together!

Virgo & Aries: 

This brainy Fire-Earth pairing is complementary--each fills in what the other lacks. This relationship is excellent for working together, but you’ll need to understand each other’s differences to make your romance sizzle. Both of you are idea-oriented and can build on each other’s originality. But while Aries is impulsive, Virgo analyzes everything before jumping in.

So Aries can help Virgo with risk-taking and initiating projects, and Virgo can assist Aries in evaluating a plan before taking action. Inside the bedroom, Virgo inspires sensuality in Aries, while Aries can fire up Virgo’s physicality. With a little compromise, this pairing will be sure to percolate.

Two Down, One to Go!

So today is the start of my third trimester. It's crazy to think that our newest little man will be here in 3 months. Jeff is over the moon excited and I'm scared, excited, happy, anxious, etc... all at once.

Back in February when I found out that I was pregnant again, I'm not going to lie - I flipped out! I took three pregnancy tests to confirm it, then downed the rest of my wine that I had in my fridge. Needless to say I was not ready and I didn't even know what to think. I honestly thought Jeff was going to flip out when I told him and I waited until he got home before telling him. I had a hard time talking to people on the phone because I was in a state of shock. When Jeff got home, I dropped the bomb on him and needless to say, he reacted a whole lot better than I did.

For the first couple of months we were both in a state of shock and had a scare at the first of April. Luckily little man wanted to hang on and prove that he is a fighter! So now that I only have three months to go, everything is becoming more real.

I still have a lot to do, but I feel grateful that I have such good people in my life to keep me in check. Jeff is so supportive and tells me I'm being stupid - especially when I'm being really stupid! I love him so much and he is the best dad ever. I just wish I had two of me to take care of everything that's going to need to be done.

Anyways, I'll shut up now, but never in a million years would I have thought to have a child (because frankly we didn't think we could have kids) and now we will have two beautiful boys in two years!

Yeah for unexpected miracles!!

Silver and Black is back! Just Win Baby!

"You Can't Get More Perfect Than That!"

So on Tuesday, August 3, I took Cash to his 9 month appointment. I was excited about this appointment because HE DIDN'T HAVE TO GET SHOTS! haha Cash does not handle shots very well and seems to not feel good for a couple of days after he gets them, so I was just grateful to talk to his doctor and see how well he is doing. I was also excited to see how much he weighed and how tall he is getting. Jeff and I are almost shocked at how well he is growing, but he is becoming such a big boy it's not a surprise.

We got some very good news and found out that Cash has moved up from the 47% to the 60% in weight and is now weighing in at 21.23 pounds. His height went from 48% to 64%! He is measuring 28.75 inches long! He is starting to catch two of his best friends who are about an inch or two above him and they are 7 and 8 months older! Needless to say I think by the time he is one he'll be almost there! haha

You're probably thinking - why in the world am I excited about this progress? Well, if you taken in to consideration where Cash came from when he was a baby you'd understand. In weight he was at 4% and in height he was at 3%. Now he is above the mark on both categories. Plus the doctor said his head looks perfect. He pretty much said, "you can't get more perfect than that, I'm really impressed".

With another baby on the way, I'm just excited to see the changes in Cash and can't believe what he does day in and day out. He now has 6 teeth (4 top, 2 bottom) and talks and talks! He loves, loves food and eats EVERYTHING we give him. There isn't anything we don't hesitate to feed him because he seems to like everything. haha

Well, I'm sure I'll post more about this happy little boy, but until now I'm heading out for the night!

Loves to all (who actually read this! haha)

My Cheeseball!

I can't get enough of this little boy! He is such a joy and Jeff and I are so in love with him! I've also learned that Colt reacts to Cash in my belly when Cash is around. I think he already knows Cash is his brother. And to those of you who doubt this boy is my son - this picture says it all! What a ham!!! 

Cash - mom and dad love you very much!

Time is Flying!

Well today marks week 25 of being pregnant - so I only have 15 more to go! I can't believe how fast this pregnancy (like Cash's) is going. We have also settled on a full name and Cash's brother's name is going to be: COLT JEFFEREY HAWKINS

I have a lot of mixed emotions when it comes to having another baby so soon, but I have a lot of support here at home so I know things will be okay. My biggest fear is not being able to give the boys all the love and attention they will need. I know eventually I will be able to get into a routine and make it work, but it scares me at the same time.

On the flip side of my crazy pregnancy, Cash just turned 9 months old on Tuesday! He is growing up so fast and frankly it scares me to see how much he is learning each and every day. He is so smart and is VERY persistent on doing things himself and doing it the way he wants to do it. We are still having trouble with sleeping through the night (he wakes up once and sometimes twice still) but I know that will get better. He's also got four teeth and two more top teeth are ready to break through any day now! Jeff and I are just amazed by this little boy and are so proud to call him our son. He is also a little stud, as he flirts with all women, girls, etc... He loves to look at girls and gets a cute smile on his face when he sees them. I'm already worried he's going to be a ladies man and he's how old? haha

Other than that, not much else is going on. Jeff started a new job back in May and drives to Woodscross everyday. Thank you to Becky for putting a good word in for him! :) We also found out that it is nice up there and will probably be relocating to Woodscross/Bountiful come September. Our lease at our apartment is up at the first of October and with the baby coming at the first of November, I want to be settled and moved before he comes. I would hate to be moving and go into labor! I just want to be able to schedule my c-section! haha

Well as for me, I have had a crazy pregnancy (being sick, indigestion, body aches, etc...) and have been staying at home with Cash. I have enjoyed not working (got laid off in February) but it still seems weird to me. Luckily with Jeff's new job paying him so well I will be able to stay home with the boys which is nice. The only thing that sucks is the fact that to make good money he has to work a lot. In time though we will be able to get things figured out and on a roll!

Hope all is well with everyone - that's all I have for today!

Lizard Birth - Worth Reading!

THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER READ!

'Lizard Birth'

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out

LOUD!

Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.

Here's what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was 'something wrong' with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.

'He's just lying there looking sick,' he told me. 'I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?' 

I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

'Honey,' I called, 'come look at the lizard!' 

'Oh, my gosh!' my wife exclaimed. 'She's having

babies.'

'What?' my son demanded. 'But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!'

I was equally outraged.

'Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce,' I said accusingly to my wife.

'Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?' she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)

'No, but you were supposed to get two boys!' I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).

'Yeah, Bert and Ernie!' my son agreed. 

'Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,' she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.

'Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,' I announced. 'We're about to witness the miracle of birth..'

'Oh, gross!' they shrieked

'Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?' my wife wanted to know.

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. 

'We don't appear to be making much progress,' I noted.

'It's breech,' my wife whispered, horrified.

'Do something, Dad!' my son urged.

'Okay, okay.' Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.

'Should I call 911?' my eldest daughter wanted to know.

'Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.' (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

'Let's get Ernie to the vet,' I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.

'Breathe, Ernie, breathe,' he urged. 

'I don't think lizards do Lamaze,' his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.). 

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.

'What do you think, Doc, a C-section?' I suggested scientifically.

'Oh, very interesting,' he murmured. 'Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?'

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

'Is Ernie going to be okay?' my wife asked.

'Oh, perfectly,' the vet assured us. 'This lizard is not in labor.. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen. . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . um . . . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back.' He blushed, glancing at my wife..

We were silent, absorbing this.

'So, Ernie's just . just . .. . excited,' my wife offered.

'Exactly! ! the vet replied , relieved that we understood. 

More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

'What's so funny?' I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness...

Tears were now running down her face. 'It's just that . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its. . . teeny little . . ' She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

'That's enough,' I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car.. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

'I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad,' he told me.

'Oh, you have NO idea,' my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.

Two lizards: $140.

One cage: $50.

Trip to the vet: $30.

Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie:  Priceless!

Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class.

Lizards lay eggs!