So a little history...
Last August as we were moving from Malad to Rexburg right before school started, we decided to rent a house. We found one (that allowed dogs) and signed a lease. The landlords ended up getting super sketchy and not following the terms of the lease as far as the rent and deposit went and everything. Luckily it was before we moved in, so we were able to get out of the lease and out of a sketchy situation. Then we found a house from a girl I used to work with. They were moving and letting their house go back to the bank, so we figured we might as well rent it cheap for a few months and get cash for keys when their house foreclosed. We packed up our house on moving day and drove the 2 hours to Rexburg. When we got there the people hadn't even began to pack up their stuff. Their house was full, unpacked, and we were packed and had given the keys from our old apartment back to our landlords. So we ended up leaving our trailer full of stuff at the house and spending the weekend and Josh's parents, hoping that by Monday the people would have been moved out. Monday rolls around and we go back to the house, basically nothing had been packed or moved. They just cleared out the master bedroom so we could put our stuff in. We moved into the master bedroom and lived out of there for a week. Finally by the end of the week we realized these people were never going to get their stuff out of there. Not to mention none of the electrical outlets worked, and there was black mold growing on the tub that I just could not seem to scrub off (even with bleach, bleck!) So we cut our loses, and went on a house hunt again. We finally found this house that we are in now. It has been great! It was such a blessing to find it. Our landlords are amazing and we love them to death, the ward is awesome, and the rent is cheap. However, almost 1 year later we are on the house hunt again. The house we live in is about 10 miles (one way) to the school, or to Josh's work...so we spend a boatload of money on gas each month. Also, one of the major problems is it is out in the woods (which we love) but that means we get absolutely no internet. We have tried LITERALLY every single service provider out here (PS. I'm pretty sure CableOne is owned by the mob. When I called I talked to 3 guys Carmine, Mickey, and Josephio. They all sounded like the mob. I was scared to tell them my address!) Anywho... It seems so petty to say that we can't "live" without the internet, but it's true! I am working from home and need the internet for my job, and I have been coming into the public library to get work done, but it's getting really hard to do that with a baby. Also, Josh is starting school again in the fall and needs the internet to do homework. If we don't have internet we end up spending MORE gas money to come into town to get internet. We have been told the only option we have out there (that might not even work) is dial-up...and I will not go back to the 80's! Urghh So we are back on the house hunt. We are looking at 3 apartments today and one on Friday. Hopefully our landlords can let us out of our lease 2 months early, or hopefully we can sell it (it really is a cute house and an awesome place to live, we just can't stay there any longer).
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
I have a very bad relationship with mice...
The past few days I have had a VERY bad experience with mice. I remember dealing with mice a little bit when we lived in Utah, but remember that for the past 12 years I have been living in Nevada, where mice don't really exist (at least coming into your house). So living in Idaho has been a completely different story for me.
We have been seeing signs of mice (and hearing them in middle of the night) so we set out mouse traps with Snickers bars on them (who doesn't love a good Snickers?). The stupid mouse got the chocolate without setting the trap off! How lame is that?
Story #1- On Friday Josh had taken the car to the shop to get our A/C looked at and I was making a sandwich. Maddox was in his carseat with the cover over him sitting in the living room. I look over and there is a mouse on TOP of the carseat cover of Maddox's carseat! I know, I know. I'm a horrible mom for leaving my baby's carseat on the floor. I run over and smack the mouse off (luckily the mouse never touched the baby). I wounded it's leg when I hit it (or when it fell on the ground, I don't know which). So it was dazed, shocked, wounded, and running around in my living room. I ran Maddox into my room, set him on the bed, then shut the door, I called my dad in tears and he told me to get a shovel and hit it. I run outside and grab the snow shovel on our front porch and I spend a good 10 minutes trying to scoop up this mouse (I just didn't have the heart to hit it). After a while it ran for our back door, so I got ahead of it and opened the door, then tried to sweep it out the door. It ran around the shovel and onto my FOOT! I flipped out and kicked my foot. The mouse went flying and hit the wall and fell onto the floor and stopped moving, but was still breathing. I was on the phone with my mom by this point and she kept telling me it was more humane to just wack it and finish it off instead of let it suffer, but I just couldn't do it! So I kept trying to scoop it into the shovel and I was going to take it outside and let it die there. Unfortunately the mouse didn't scoop into the shovel very well, and it ended up being rolled/dragged across our living room floor maiming and distorting it even more. Finally I got something to scoop it into the shovel with and ran outside. I knew I had to kill it instead of let it suffer so I kept lifting up the shovel to kill it and I just couldn't bring the shovel down onto the poor mouse. It's little whiskers were twitching and it was staring at me. So I scoop it back up into the shovel and run around the park that we live in trying to find out landlord (he's always outside doing some project, so I knew I could find him and he would kill it for me). I could not find him anywhere. So i'm running around the park with a mouse in my shovel as i'm still crying...I knew it was probably a pretty bad sight to anyone that saw me. So I came home and set down the shovel and went off without the mouse to find my landlord. I couldn't find him anywhere and came back to the house to check on the mouse and it had finally died! So I cried even more and dug it a hole and buried it. We went and bought 4 HUGE box's of D-Con and put them out, by the next morning all the box's were empty, so I figured the problem would be taken care of in the next 4-5 days.
Story #2- 3 days later (today) right after I took Josh to work, I was getting ready in the doorway of my room and was on the phone with my sister when something caught my eye and I look into our kitchen and there was this FAT mouse sitting there staring at me. We stared each other down for a few minutes and I told myself I was going to deal with this stupid mouse and keep my pride this time. So I went in search of a box to put over it (it was moving VERY slow and you can tell it was sick, I think from all the D-Con). Unfortunately I couldn't find a box anywhere, but didn't want to let it get away, and I knew from experience that I didn't have the heart to kill these things. So I called my landlord (Val's) cellphone this time and asked him to come over and help me. He came over, put gloves on, and bent over to pick it up so I didn't have to see him kill it. The mouse slipped out from his hand and ran for under the dishwasher. Val stepped on it right before it ran under and it started bleeding a lot but still managed to get under the dishwasher. So Val and Cathy (his wife that came over a few minutes later to see what was going on) kept looking under the dishwasher to try and get it but they couldn't find it. Val had his friend come over and they were trying to pull out the dishwasher when the mouse came running out. His friend straight up stabbed the mouse with a screw driver. It was really sad. I held back my tears so I didn't look like a baby! There was blood all over my kitchen floor and I was pretty nauseous. Luckily without me even asking, Val scrubbed everything down with lysol and is coming over tomorrow and him and Josh are going to check out the outside of our house and see if they can figure out where they are getting in at!
Story #3- I'm back to my pre-pregnancy weight and so tonight I asked Josh to pull out my pre-pregnancy clothes I had packed away into the storage room 6 months ago. He pulled out the 2 box's and as we started going through them guess what we found? The mouse nest. Yup. That's right, feel free to barf like I did. Luckily we didn't find any mice BUT they had eatin through more than half of my clothes. Holes over 3 inches big. Un fixable. And of course they had to eat through my favorite's. Basically I am ticked off. If I see another one of those little freaks i'm pretty sure I might actually have the heart to bash them over the head this time.
SO ANNOYED AT MICE! And I thought the only thing I had to worry about dealing with this spring is spiders in my house. NOT!
We have been seeing signs of mice (and hearing them in middle of the night) so we set out mouse traps with Snickers bars on them (who doesn't love a good Snickers?). The stupid mouse got the chocolate without setting the trap off! How lame is that?
Story #1- On Friday Josh had taken the car to the shop to get our A/C looked at and I was making a sandwich. Maddox was in his carseat with the cover over him sitting in the living room. I look over and there is a mouse on TOP of the carseat cover of Maddox's carseat! I know, I know. I'm a horrible mom for leaving my baby's carseat on the floor. I run over and smack the mouse off (luckily the mouse never touched the baby). I wounded it's leg when I hit it (or when it fell on the ground, I don't know which). So it was dazed, shocked, wounded, and running around in my living room. I ran Maddox into my room, set him on the bed, then shut the door, I called my dad in tears and he told me to get a shovel and hit it. I run outside and grab the snow shovel on our front porch and I spend a good 10 minutes trying to scoop up this mouse (I just didn't have the heart to hit it). After a while it ran for our back door, so I got ahead of it and opened the door, then tried to sweep it out the door. It ran around the shovel and onto my FOOT! I flipped out and kicked my foot. The mouse went flying and hit the wall and fell onto the floor and stopped moving, but was still breathing. I was on the phone with my mom by this point and she kept telling me it was more humane to just wack it and finish it off instead of let it suffer, but I just couldn't do it! So I kept trying to scoop it into the shovel and I was going to take it outside and let it die there. Unfortunately the mouse didn't scoop into the shovel very well, and it ended up being rolled/dragged across our living room floor maiming and distorting it even more. Finally I got something to scoop it into the shovel with and ran outside. I knew I had to kill it instead of let it suffer so I kept lifting up the shovel to kill it and I just couldn't bring the shovel down onto the poor mouse. It's little whiskers were twitching and it was staring at me. So I scoop it back up into the shovel and run around the park that we live in trying to find out landlord (he's always outside doing some project, so I knew I could find him and he would kill it for me). I could not find him anywhere. So i'm running around the park with a mouse in my shovel as i'm still crying...I knew it was probably a pretty bad sight to anyone that saw me. So I came home and set down the shovel and went off without the mouse to find my landlord. I couldn't find him anywhere and came back to the house to check on the mouse and it had finally died! So I cried even more and dug it a hole and buried it. We went and bought 4 HUGE box's of D-Con and put them out, by the next morning all the box's were empty, so I figured the problem would be taken care of in the next 4-5 days.
Story #2- 3 days later (today) right after I took Josh to work, I was getting ready in the doorway of my room and was on the phone with my sister when something caught my eye and I look into our kitchen and there was this FAT mouse sitting there staring at me. We stared each other down for a few minutes and I told myself I was going to deal with this stupid mouse and keep my pride this time. So I went in search of a box to put over it (it was moving VERY slow and you can tell it was sick, I think from all the D-Con). Unfortunately I couldn't find a box anywhere, but didn't want to let it get away, and I knew from experience that I didn't have the heart to kill these things. So I called my landlord (Val's) cellphone this time and asked him to come over and help me. He came over, put gloves on, and bent over to pick it up so I didn't have to see him kill it. The mouse slipped out from his hand and ran for under the dishwasher. Val stepped on it right before it ran under and it started bleeding a lot but still managed to get under the dishwasher. So Val and Cathy (his wife that came over a few minutes later to see what was going on) kept looking under the dishwasher to try and get it but they couldn't find it. Val had his friend come over and they were trying to pull out the dishwasher when the mouse came running out. His friend straight up stabbed the mouse with a screw driver. It was really sad. I held back my tears so I didn't look like a baby! There was blood all over my kitchen floor and I was pretty nauseous. Luckily without me even asking, Val scrubbed everything down with lysol and is coming over tomorrow and him and Josh are going to check out the outside of our house and see if they can figure out where they are getting in at!
Story #3- I'm back to my pre-pregnancy weight and so tonight I asked Josh to pull out my pre-pregnancy clothes I had packed away into the storage room 6 months ago. He pulled out the 2 box's and as we started going through them guess what we found? The mouse nest. Yup. That's right, feel free to barf like I did. Luckily we didn't find any mice BUT they had eatin through more than half of my clothes. Holes over 3 inches big. Un fixable. And of course they had to eat through my favorite's. Basically I am ticked off. If I see another one of those little freaks i'm pretty sure I might actually have the heart to bash them over the head this time.
SO ANNOYED AT MICE! And I thought the only thing I had to worry about dealing with this spring is spiders in my house. NOT!
Friday, May 3, 2013
I've got an angel...
Maddox is finally here! Wednesday April 24th, 2013 at 8:14 a.m. He weighed 7pounds 3ounces and was 19.5 inches long. This boy is the sweetest thing in the world! He isn't much of a crier. He likes to make the "sad face" when he wants something, but he doesn't really like to let out a loud "holler" if he's hungry or needs his diaper changed. I've had to become a light sleeper just so I can hear him in the middle of the night (and yes, he sleeps in a bassinet right next to me and I still don't hear him sometimes). He truly is a really good baby (knock on wood!) Luckily we had an awesome photographer that was able to take pictures of his birth and everything (PG rated, no worries) and I just love them. The pictures she took totally captured all of the emotions in the room when he was born. So here is the full story (with pics :) )
I was supposed to be induced on Monday (the 22nd) night. That afternoon I went to my Dr and he said things were actually looking better than they had the week before and so he wasn't going to induce me at 39 weeks and he scheduled another induction for after my due date in case I hadn't gone into labor by then. I was a little bummed. My parents were in Idaho, Josh had taken the week off work....it was just not working out. Tuesday morning I ended up going into the hospital with some complications and they ended up doing an emergency induction anyway. So it kind of worked out (in a way). They started my induction at 1:00pm on Tuesday and I was in labor all day and all night. Finally at 8:14 on Wednesday morning I had our sweet baby boy! It was all a blur. When he was born they laid him on me for just one second, but there were so many hands and blankets I couldn't even see him. Then all of the sudden they took him away from me over to the other side of the room. He had a lot of fluid in his lungs and couldn't breathe. The doctor wanted to send him straight to the NICU, but the nurse was really pushing the Dr to work on him in the room a little bit longer to see if he could get him stable. The nurse told me later that if we had had to admit him to the NICU that he would be there for a few days or maybe even weeks and we wouldn't see much of him, so she was just trying to help us out. The Dr ended up working on him in the delivery room for 45 minutes before they finally had him breathing on his own and all of the fluid out of his lungs. It was the LONGEST 45 minutes of my life. I couldn't see anything, I didn't know much of what was going on other than I kept hearing the word "NICU". All I really wanted was to just see and hold my baby. There were a lot of scrambled prayers going through my head. Finally when they were able to give him to me it was the best feeling in the world to see my sweet little angel. He was perfect (and he had hair, yay!) I was SO happy that our prayers were answered and they were able to get him breathing. Since then this boy has not been put down during the day. I spend all day snuggling him, kissing him, and just enjoying my sweet time with him. Then daddy comes home from work and takes him and snuggles him and kisses him. This boy is going to be spoiled rotten, but I am totally ok with that. He is such a sweetheart it's hard to just lay him down all alone. Here is our sweet little angel...
I was supposed to be induced on Monday (the 22nd) night. That afternoon I went to my Dr and he said things were actually looking better than they had the week before and so he wasn't going to induce me at 39 weeks and he scheduled another induction for after my due date in case I hadn't gone into labor by then. I was a little bummed. My parents were in Idaho, Josh had taken the week off work....it was just not working out. Tuesday morning I ended up going into the hospital with some complications and they ended up doing an emergency induction anyway. So it kind of worked out (in a way). They started my induction at 1:00pm on Tuesday and I was in labor all day and all night. Finally at 8:14 on Wednesday morning I had our sweet baby boy! It was all a blur. When he was born they laid him on me for just one second, but there were so many hands and blankets I couldn't even see him. Then all of the sudden they took him away from me over to the other side of the room. He had a lot of fluid in his lungs and couldn't breathe. The doctor wanted to send him straight to the NICU, but the nurse was really pushing the Dr to work on him in the room a little bit longer to see if he could get him stable. The nurse told me later that if we had had to admit him to the NICU that he would be there for a few days or maybe even weeks and we wouldn't see much of him, so she was just trying to help us out. The Dr ended up working on him in the delivery room for 45 minutes before they finally had him breathing on his own and all of the fluid out of his lungs. It was the LONGEST 45 minutes of my life. I couldn't see anything, I didn't know much of what was going on other than I kept hearing the word "NICU". All I really wanted was to just see and hold my baby. There were a lot of scrambled prayers going through my head. Finally when they were able to give him to me it was the best feeling in the world to see my sweet little angel. He was perfect (and he had hair, yay!) I was SO happy that our prayers were answered and they were able to get him breathing. Since then this boy has not been put down during the day. I spend all day snuggling him, kissing him, and just enjoying my sweet time with him. Then daddy comes home from work and takes him and snuggles him and kisses him. This boy is going to be spoiled rotten, but I am totally ok with that. He is such a sweetheart it's hard to just lay him down all alone. Here is our sweet little angel...
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Just hang in there baby...
I've had a really rough morning and need to vent somewhere...so I go to the blog. For the past few weeks I sleep maybe 3 hours total in 30 minute increments, i'm so overly emotionally and physically exhausted from no sleep and contractions all day at this point that I can hardly function. Last night my contractions got so bad I ended up staying up all night watching parks and rec. This morning they are even worse... I'm just trying to hold off until my dr's office opens. I would much rather go there than the hospital to be monitored. So all I can say right now is "hang in there baby"...if not only for a few more weeks :(
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Cram time..
I am 33 weeks and counting. My sister had another really cute babe yesterday! Seriously, you should see this girl! She is DANG adorable! However, I promised I wouldn't post any pictures until they got a chance too. But just wait until you see this girl. She is GORGEOUS! Anyway, back to the point.. I realized how quick we're going to have a baby and how not prepared I am. Basically I felt like I was talking to my sister just last week and she was like "Ya, i'm 33 weeks".
Last night I could not sleep, my mind was racing. Finally at 3AM I realized something... My name on my SS isn't changed! Maddox will have a birth certificate saying his mom and dad didn't have the same last name! I freaked out! What will our ancestors think of me and Josh and our illegitimate child?! He was conceived close enough to our wedding date that questions could be raised! haha. I need to get that changed ASAP! So after I thought about that then I started putting together my mental list. This is everything I would like to have finished in the next 4 weeks, so I can be all prepared and rest by the time I hit 38 weeks. Am I missing anything?!?
- Write thank you cards for the sweet baby shower I was given
- Change Social Security Name
- Finish Crib Bumpers
- Make/Hang Curtains
- Pack hospital bag
- Wash baby clothes
- Boil bottles/binkies
- Read parenting books so our kid survives living with us!
- Take CPR class (remember I told you i'm in that really paranoid mode? Yup...this is one of the results)
- Find a pediatrician (what do you do after you find them? Call and ask if they will be your baby's doctor?)
- Figure out insurance for the little one (where do I start?!)
- Make a list of people to call/text when the little one arrives
- CUT MY HAIR (I haven't cut it since our wedding....it needs done)
- Organize his room (put together dresser/find places to put all his toys/swings etc)
- Make a birth announcement list
- Make birth announcements ready to send out
I still feel like i'm missing things...but this is the basis list I was able to come up with at 4am today!
I'm so anxious to have him here, but at the same time I have SO MUCH TO DO! I hope it can all be done before he decides to show up! If anyone wants to make a visit to Idaho and sew his crib bedding together or something, i'm totally down with that, just so ya'll know. The offer is out there :)
Last night I could not sleep, my mind was racing. Finally at 3AM I realized something... My name on my SS isn't changed! Maddox will have a birth certificate saying his mom and dad didn't have the same last name! I freaked out! What will our ancestors think of me and Josh and our illegitimate child?! He was conceived close enough to our wedding date that questions could be raised! haha. I need to get that changed ASAP! So after I thought about that then I started putting together my mental list. This is everything I would like to have finished in the next 4 weeks, so I can be all prepared and rest by the time I hit 38 weeks. Am I missing anything?!?
- Write thank you cards for the sweet baby shower I was given
- Change Social Security Name
- Finish Crib Bumpers
- Make/Hang Curtains
- Pack hospital bag
- Wash baby clothes
- Boil bottles/binkies
- Read parenting books so our kid survives living with us!
- Take CPR class (remember I told you i'm in that really paranoid mode? Yup...this is one of the results)
- Find a pediatrician (what do you do after you find them? Call and ask if they will be your baby's doctor?)
- Figure out insurance for the little one (where do I start?!)
- Make a list of people to call/text when the little one arrives
- CUT MY HAIR (I haven't cut it since our wedding....it needs done)
- Organize his room (put together dresser/find places to put all his toys/swings etc)
- Make a birth announcement list
- Make birth announcements ready to send out
I still feel like i'm missing things...but this is the basis list I was able to come up with at 4am today!
I'm so anxious to have him here, but at the same time I have SO MUCH TO DO! I hope it can all be done before he decides to show up! If anyone wants to make a visit to Idaho and sew his crib bedding together or something, i'm totally down with that, just so ya'll know. The offer is out there :)
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Paranoid...
Well...the baby is on his way. I'm having contractions already at a constant rate...luckily they just aren't progressing me too quickly. So we could have a baby in anywhere from 2 weeks to 6 weeks. It really will be a surprise when he decides to show up. Just praying for the best. So we are working on getting our baby stuff all ready. We've made the final purchases and are now starting to clean everything up and put it all together. Last night we started putting the bassinet together and realized we were missing a part. Josh started talking about how he could rig it up with a piece of wire and I lost it. I started thinking about how the wire would snap and our baby would fall, or how the wire could poke out and scratch our precious little baby! It's official ...i'm crazy. I worry about every possible scenario. I guess I am just paranoid about being a mom for the first time. Basically....our fish don't stay alive so all we can do is cross our fingers for the kid.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
The Modern Girl...
The other night I realized how modern I have become and how much the human race is moving toward relying on technology. Luckily I have an awesome husband who still loves being a mountain man. If there was a disaster, with him we would have a chance of survival. So this is stupid, and I know you are probably all smarter than I am, but at least this is how my brain works haha.
The other night we were sitting in our living room and Josh said "It's cold out here". I was like "The thermostat is at 77. I would turn it up more but I don't want to pay a ton on our gas bill." Josh replied "We should go amish. We would be rich if we didn't have to pay power or gas bills." I then said (all too seriously) "Ya! We totally should! We could build a house out of sticks and mud and if it starts getting cold we can go collect the steaming cow dung and throw it on the sides of the house to keep the house warm." Josh just stared at me for a minute in disbelief and then said "...Or we could just build a house with a fire place in it......?" I felt really dumb for thinking of cow poop. But I just had a picture in my mind of when it's cold outside all the cow pies steam...so they would keep our mud house warm right?
Josh say's i'm thinking pre-primitive here. I guess this is just my mind these days. Our kid is going to be pretty smart from all the brain's he's stealing from me. Anyone else agree with my mud house idea or have I just completely lost it? :) haha.
The other night we were sitting in our living room and Josh said "It's cold out here". I was like "The thermostat is at 77. I would turn it up more but I don't want to pay a ton on our gas bill." Josh replied "We should go amish. We would be rich if we didn't have to pay power or gas bills." I then said (all too seriously) "Ya! We totally should! We could build a house out of sticks and mud and if it starts getting cold we can go collect the steaming cow dung and throw it on the sides of the house to keep the house warm." Josh just stared at me for a minute in disbelief and then said "...Or we could just build a house with a fire place in it......?" I felt really dumb for thinking of cow poop. But I just had a picture in my mind of when it's cold outside all the cow pies steam...so they would keep our mud house warm right?
Josh say's i'm thinking pre-primitive here. I guess this is just my mind these days. Our kid is going to be pretty smart from all the brain's he's stealing from me. Anyone else agree with my mud house idea or have I just completely lost it? :) haha.
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