tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67962698392775881562024-02-20T08:06:17.610-08:00The Farnsworth FamilyThe Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-80824819047233394412014-05-08T11:46:00.003-07:002014-05-08T11:46:42.535-07:00Bailey May FarnsworthI have seen everyone posting their birth stories lately, and I decided that I wanted to go ahead and write down Bailey's story too, while it's still fresh in my mind.<br />
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I guess to tell the whole story, we will start back at 28 weeks.<br />
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We were having a garage sale one Saturday when I noticed that I was experiencing some contractions. Nothing bad, but enough for me to know what they were. I experienced pre term contractions with Carter too, but his started around 32 weeks. This time, it was an entire month earlier. Luckily, this time around, I knew more about contractions and full blown labor, so I knew that I didn't need to go to the hospital, but decided I better schedule an appointment to make sure they weren't doing anything. I went to my appointment a couple days later and they checked me and told me I was just partially dilated- not even to a one yet. They went ahead and ran a test to see if I was at risk for pre term labor. The test came back negative. They told me to just take it easy but that I didn't need to go on bed rest. That was a relief because with an active 2 and 1/2 year old, that would be really difficult for the next 12 weeks...<br />
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Everything seemed to go pretty well after that point. I was still experiencing some contractions but I could tell they weren't close enough together to be doing anything. My sister came into town while I was 33 weeks and I spent just about everyday over at my parents house with them. On a Thursday morning, I woke up and threw up (which isn't uncommon with my horrible heart burn), I didn't think too much of it. My mom text me that morning and asked how I was feeling. She said that both my dad and sister had been throwing up all night. I told her that I thought I was fine, that my throwing up was just related to heart burn. I went ahead and went out to my mother in laws that day and around lunch time I started throwing up again. Slowly, I started to just feel crummy. I called Keith and told him what was going on and explained that I thought it was just best to go home. He left work a few minutes later and took us home. On the drive, I just started getting worse and worse. I knew I was going to be sick again but just wanted to wait until we got home. I could feel my head and hands start getting tingly. I asked Keith what that meant, and he said he didn't know. I told him I just wanted to go home and lay down. As soon as we got home, I threw up again and went and laid down. We both knew that we needed to get me hydrated but by that point, it was too late. I couldn't even keep a sip of water down. I still felt tingly, so I decided to take a shower. My hands started losing feeling and at that point, I knew we needed to go to the hospital. We packed up and started driving. (Now you must know that I LOVE my OB doctor. The problem is, he's in Gilbert. Which is about an hour drive from our house.) We knew we wouldn't make it to that hospital, so we started driving to the closest hospital- Banner Thunderbird (which is still a 20-30 minute drive). I did alright for the first 10 minutes of the drive, but by the end, I was a disaster. My hands clamped shut into a fist and I could slowly feel my entire body going numb. I could barely breathe. This is the scariest thing that has ever happened to me! We got to the hospital and they were able to get fluids back in me. This hospital was a nightmare- that is why I will never deliver there- but that's a whole other story. They went ahead and checked me and found that I was dilated to a 3 and 80% effaced. They ran the test again to see if I was at risk for pre term labor and it came back positive. I had no choice but to be put on bed rest.<br />
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The next few weeks were not much fun. I had AMAZING family and friends that helped out with Carter so much, but it was really hard to not be able to watch my own child. I was counting down the days until I turned 36 weeks, so I could be taken off of bed rest. I had things I wanted to do to get ready for the baby and Keith was about to go through a big merge with his company. He was running a large part of the transition and told me that the baby just couldn't come from May 1st- May 8th. I thought, "Great!" That will make me 37 weeks and then she can come.<br />
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The wonderful day arrived. I turned 36 weeks. I had my doctor's appointment scheduled for that afternoon and was looking forward to being released from bed rest. My mother in law drove me out to my sister's house in Mesa to hang out for the day before my appointment. We had a fun normal day just letting the boys play. It was time to go to the doctor and I was so excited to hear what he was going to say. We got in the car and I poured some water from a water bottle into Carter's sippy cup for him. I replaced the water bottle between my legs and we kept driving. We were just about to the doctor's office when I felt this tingly sensation between my legs. I went ahead and felt down there and could tell it was a little wet. I picked up the water bottle and could see a little puddle in the seat. I looked at my mother in law and said, "Either this water bottle is leaking, or my water just broke..." She just smiled and said, "I'm sure it's just the water bottle." I handed it to her and looked down and could see the puddle getting bigger and bigger. At this point, we were pulling into the parking lot. I looked at her and said, "I don't think that's the water bottle." She told me to go in and explain what happened. I walked in the door and told the lady at the front desk, "Hi, I have a scheduled appointment right now, but I think my water just broke..." Her eyes got huge and she told me that she would go grab someone. She came back and asked if I was sure. I could hear this dripping sound and I looked down and could see a puddle at my feet. I told her "I think so. I'm making a mess on the floor. I'm sorry.." She told me not to worry about it. One of the nurses came running out to get me and told me to go ahead and get undressed and that my doctor would be in to check me. At this point, I knew I needed to let Keith know what was going on, but everyone was moving so fast. I knew a text would freak him out but I didn't have enough time to call him. I think I sent him a text that said "My water just broke. Dr. Huish is about to check me know. I'll call you in a minute." I barely hit send when the doctor came in. He said I still had a lot of fluid in me so he wasn't sure if my water broke or not. He tested it and it came back positive. He told me I was dilated to a 4 and that I should head down the street to the hospital. I guess my mother in law had called Keith while I was getting checked so he had already left work and was heading to the hospital. I got to the hospital around 2:45. I wasn't really experiencing any contractions at that point. Around 4:00, I started having contractions but nothing too painful. They were about 3-4 minutes apart. After about an hour and a half, I told them I was ready for the epidural. They went ahead and called my doctor to make sure that was alright and he told them to start me on pitocin to get the contractions a little closer together. My doctor came in at 6:00, right after the epidural and pitocin were given to me and checked me. I was dilated to a 6. He told me that we were having a baby tonight and that he'd see me in a couple of hours. I went ahead and text my mom and told her I was dilated to a 6. She said she was on her way. I told her that she didn't have to come yet because we were still a few hours away, but she said she couldn't wait. The nurse came in at 6:45 and asked how I was doing. I told her I was doing good but for having the epidural, I was sure experiencing a lot of pressure. She said she was going to go ahead and check me, even though my doctor did less than an hour ago. She checked and said, "It's time to have a baby." I was shocked. In 45 minutes I had dilated from a 6-10. She went and called my doctor and told him to come back. I text my mom and said, "Just kidding. I guess it's time to push." This epidural was a lot different than with Carter. With him, I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't move my legs, feel any pressure or contractions. This time, the pain was numbed but I could still feel pressure and the tightness of the contractions. I think it took less than 30 minutes of pushing and only 4 contractions to get her out. The problem was my contractions were about 2 minutes apart. I would push during a contraction and then we would have to sit there for 2 whole minutes and wait for the next one. It was the most awkward and uncomfortable minutes of my life. No one said a word between the contractions and I just wanted the pressure of the baby coming out to be over. It wasn't so bad while I was pushing, but just sitting there was horrible. But out she came. The doctor said, "Oh we are glad she came early, she's a 9 pounder!" I thought, "What???" My barely 36 week old baby? But sure enough. She was 8 lbs 8 oz. 21 inches long. She was absolutely beautiful. They put her skin to skin on me and she started lifting her head and looking for food. They told me to go ahead and feed her if she was looking for it. She latched on within minutes. I couldn't believe it. We're still thinking that my due date might have been off, because she seems like she was a lot further along then 36 weeks and 0 days.<br />
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They still treated her as if she was a premie though, since she came a little early. She was being really noisy, just grunting and moaning. Carter was the same way, but since it's a sign of respiratory struggle, they wanted to take her back to the nursery and have her monitored. After 12 hours of monitoring her, all of her vitals looked great. She wasn't showing any sign of respiratory distress but she was still moaning and groaning. The pediatrician decided to go ahead and admit her to the nursery and have some tests run to make sure there wasn't any infection. As soon as she was admitted, she started doing great. The noises were dying down. But since she had been admitted and tests had been taken, we had to wait the 48 hours for the results. I was a little worried because I knew that our discharge times would be off by 12 hours. She would have to stay longer than I would and I was not alright with that. It was hard enough having her 2 doors down from me, but I didn't want to have to go home without her. Luckily, we were able to have a "nesting room." We got to stay in our room for the extra night with her. The tests all came back great and we were able to take her home the next morning.<br />
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Now we are just working on getting back to normal. Poor Keith.. Remember how he said we couldn't have the baby May 1st-8th... Yeah.. Oops! She came on the 1st. He worked from the hospital. A baby in one hand and a computer in the other. Changing diapers while talking on the phone. I seriously don't know how he did it and is still doing it. I'm so lucky to be blessed with such an amazing family. I love them all so much.<br />
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<br />The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-52117420529816703042013-05-20T14:31:00.000-07:002013-05-20T14:31:57.282-07:00Growing Way Too Fast!<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Carter turned 18 months last week. I can't believe how fast this past year and a half has gone. It still feels like just yesterday I was bringing him home from the hospital. However, I'm loving every single day with him. This age is so much fun and Keith and I swear that he is the cutest kid in the whole wide world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had been looking forward to Carter turning 18 months for the past 3 months. Church had gotten a little difficult, so I started bringing him into nursery to play with the other kids. Our nursery leaders are the best and didn't mind at all. I think this also helped him get use to the leaders, other kids, and the routine. This Sunday, I brought him to nursery, and he just took off. Never looked back. I know I didn't want him to have a difficult transition, but that was it? Keith took my hand and guided me to Sunday School, but I had a tear in my eye. I made Keith go check on him every once in a while, to make sure he was doing ok. (I know, I'm one of <i>those </i>moms). He did just fine. My baby boy is growing up too fast...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He never ceases to amaze me with how smart he is. Keith says morning prayers with him every morning before he leaves for work. They kneel down together, fold their arms, and Keith whispers the prayer in his ear. Whenever someone says "amen" he always shouts YEAH! He loves to pray. He knows our dinner routine. As soon as I put him in his highchair, he folds his arms and waits for one of us to pray. I love it. However, sometimes on the weekends, we get a little informal and eat dinner on the couch or just help ourselves. On Saturday, I made Carter some dinner and put him in his highchair. Keith was eating on the couch, and I was making myself dinner. I hadn't heard a peep from Carter, assuming he was eating quietly, I looked over at him and he was just folding his arms and staring at me. I felt so bad and told Keith to turn off the tv and come say our dinner prayer at the table. We always thought we were teaching him, but it turns out, that he's teaching us just as much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We went to San Diego at the beginning of the month for Taj's baby blessing. It was a short trip but it was a lot of fun. (Thanks Ashley and Jeremy for letting us stay with you guys. Carter had a blast.) And I really didn't take any pictures this trip.. I think this is the only one I got.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Then March Madness began. My family started doing a tournament last year, so it was fun to get everyone to put brackets in. Sadly, my bracket is pretty much toast, but we've had fun watching the games. Carter will do anything with his dad, so I snagged this picture one night while Keith was watching a game.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The end of March is a busy month for birthday's. Brayden's birthday was the 20th, Hudson's was the 25th, and Bre's was the 29th. We skyped Brayden on his birthday in Japan. I wish I could have been there in person, but I'll get to see him in a couple of months. For Hudson's birthday, we went to his t-ball game and then opened presents and had cake at their house. Again, I did not take pictures, but i did get this one of Carter at the t-ball game.</span></div>
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The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-31574423437315322452013-02-22T10:13:00.001-08:002013-02-22T10:13:52.757-08:002 Year Anniversary<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Keith and I just celebrated our 2 year anniversary. I can't believe how fast it has gone by. I also feel like I've been married to him for forever because it's hard to imagine life before him. I feel so blessed to be married to such an incredible husband and father. I love him even more than the day I married him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This year, we left Carter with my parents for the weekend and enjoyed the time together. It was still hard to leave Carter but he had a blast at Grandma and Pop Pop's house. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel so grateful to have such an amazing family. Both my boys put smiles on my face everyday. I couldn't ask for much more than that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We spent New Years Eve playing games and lighting fireworks with Joel, Isabel, Jameson, and Desiree. There is never a dull moment with that crowd. I'm glad those boys are still good friends after all these years.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, it's back to normal life...Well, sort of. Keith is on a business trip in Iowa right now and Carter and I are hanging out alone. It's a good opportunity for Keith and we'll get to see him tomorrow!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">-He knows how to say please, all done, more, and up in sign language and he's really good at blowing kisses.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">-He LOVES to be naked. I would have the happiest kid in the world if I just let him run around in his birthday suit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">-He also likes to copy things you say, though he doesn't always know what he's saying. Today I told him "good throw" after he threw me the ball and he said it right back to me. I also told him "thanks dude" one day and he repeated that too. Guess I should be more careful what I say around him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">-He LOVES food. He's getting a little bit pickier with age, but this kid hardly ever refuses food.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">-But mostly he just LOVES his dad. He's seriously his little shadow. He has to go and do whatever his dad is doing and it just melts my heart.</span></div>
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The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-60254911137489602142012-11-01T10:54:00.003-07:002012-11-01T10:54:53.151-07:001 year down, 29 to go...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We have officially been in our house for a year now! I made it a goal to be in our house for Halloween last year so I could pass out candy to the kids. However, I was on bed rest and we didn't realize that our doorbell didn't work, having just moved in, so we had maybe two kids (that knocked) the whole night. This year was different though, no boxes, a working doorbell, and a little firefighter crawling around the house. I feel so blessed to be in our home. I still have more that I want to do to the house, but I've been told that you're never done. There's always something you want to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Halloween weekend was a lot of fun. We went to our ward's Trunk or Treat on Friday and then to my parents on Saturday. Carter knows how to sign, "Please" so he would do that at each car to get a piece of candy. It was so cute. We got to the end and were talking to a guy in my parents ward and Carter started signing, "please." We explained what he was doing and told him he better give him some candy. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Keith's sister Michele is coming into town tonight so we are going to do a pre-birthday celebration for Carter on Saturday. I've been having a lot of fun getting everything ready. We took him to Toys 'R Us the other day to get his birthday presents and as soon as we went down the car isle, Carter started signing please. Yeah, it's safe to say that he loves his cars. I'll try and take lots and pictures and update after this weekend. I can't believe he's turning one. I'll probably cry my eyes out on his actual birthday. I walked pass the baby clothes section at Walmart the other day and they had a onesie that said baby's first Thanksgiving and I thought, "Oh how cute." and then I almost cried when I realized that it won't be Carter's first Thanksgiving. It all just goes too fast. But I am extremely grateful for an amazing year, an amazing home, and an amazing family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-24981615123136561932012-09-05T14:54:00.000-07:002012-09-05T14:54:11.488-07:00The Playroom is Done!<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Life has been a little crazy lately. Keith has had so much going on at work the past few weeks and has been working 12 hour days. It makes for a long day for all of us but it was really nice to have a 3 day weekend and just spend time together. We got so much done around the house. We have been working on the playroom in our house and it turned out great! (Thank you pinterest!) Keith managed to find great deals at garage sales or craigslist on the bookshelf, toy bins, and time out bench. He spray painted it all to match and it looks great! I found my play wall decorating idea on pinterest and it actually turned out super cute. We painted the picture frames and hot glued closepins to them to hang up pictures. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He's been getting so smart lately. The other day he crawled over by the front door and I saw him bring his hand up to his mouth. I knew he was trying to eat something he wasn't suppose to so I start walking over there and he looks up at me and starts waving and saying "bye bye bye bye." Yeah...that's never a good sign! But I had my first little conversation with him the other day. He was sitting in his high chair watching me do the dishes and Keith left the room for a minute. He says "dadadada." So I asked him, "Where's dad?" He waves and says, "bye bye." So I asked him, "Did he leave?" and he shakes his head no. He cracks me up. I love him so much. I can't believe how fast it goes. I feel like just yesterday I brought him home from the hospital and now he's almost 10 months old. I'm excited to dress him up for his first Halloween and celebrate his first birthday!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span>The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-46181777708578988032012-08-01T08:25:00.001-07:002012-08-01T08:25:18.805-07:003 babies, 3 McDowell sisters, 2 crazy boys, and a KeithThese past two months have been absolutely crazy! Breezer and Brayden got here a little over a month ago and we have loved being able to play together. Carter and Brayden actually get along really well even though Carter feels the need to claw his eyeballs out.<br />
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Lindsay and Dis weren't going to be able to make it down while Bre was here so we decided, What the heck? Let's just take a road trip up there with everyone so all the sisters can be together. I'm still trying to decide if this was a good idea or not. We had Ash, Bre, Brayden, Cooper, Hudson, and Emmet in Ash's van and then Keith, Carter, and I in our car. I think a road trip with one baby is hard enough but the combination of 3 was a little hard. They were all troopers though and we did make it in one piece. It was a lot of fun to be able to have all of our family together. Saturday was our only full day with everyone since my parents were leaving Sunday so we took pictures of all of the boys and came back and played games with everyone. Monday I got to go see Emily and Sam and Liz and Brandt and have a little game night with them. Those are always so much fun. I wish they just lived here! Tuesday was Pioneer Day and a little crazy! We went to Liberty Park first and hung out there for a while. Then we went to Heritage Park and saw the "This is the Place" monument. That was really cool. Then we headed to Salt Lake. I love that temple so much for some reason and it was really neat to be able to take a family picture in front of it.<br />
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The trip was a lot of fun. I just can't say that it was the most relaxing vacation I've ever had. :)<br />
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Well here's the Carter update. This kid is a handful! He started crawling and is into just about everything. He's so much fun and just about as happy as can be with this new freedom. I, on the other hand, just want a nap. :) The past few days, I have been his playground. He crawls over me, under me, around me, through me. It cracks me up but sometimes my head gets body slammed in the process and that's not too much fun. I just love that little boy so much. I can't believe how fast he is growing up. People have already been talking to me about my plans for his first birthday in November and it blows my mind just thinking about it. It's all just going way too fast. I'm so grateful I get to stay at home with him and see him develop each and every day.<br />
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<br />The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-53961699599074017862012-06-02T19:57:00.000-07:002012-06-02T19:57:19.105-07:00Personality!Everyone has told me from the start that 6 months is their favorite age for a baby. I never believed them because I was so convinced that the newborn stage was the best. (I know, I'm weird), even though he was up every couple of hours, he would just lay in my arms so peacefully and sleep. I loved that! Well anyway, I think I'm starting to see what everyone else was talking about.<br />
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I've been so lucky to be able to be around the Conrad family a lot lately. Me and Ash will just switch babies for a little bit and I'll get to hold baby Emmet in my arms! (My favorite!) Well anywho, I had to change Emmet's diaper and clothes the other day and I seriously thought I was going to break him. It's crazy how so much changes in 5 months! I don't know how to change a newborn anymore! I should videotape my adventures of trying to change Carter's diaper these days. I tell Keith that it's an obstacle course. I have to roll him back over, make it through the kicking scissor legs, try and find the new diaper, which Carter seems to always have. And just as I grab the diaper....It starts all over. I have to roll him back over and make it through the scissor legs. I'm just grateful he's not crawling yet... :)<br />
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He really has developed quite the personality. This kid could keep you entertained for hours. The only bad thing is I think he takes after his father.... Can you say trouble maker? I'll share some stories so you can see what I'm talking about!<br />
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#1- One day when I was exhausted, Keith let me lay down and he took care of Carter for a while. I woke up to banging noises so I went and checked it out. He had Carter sitting in his bumbo and banging my pots and pans with different kitchen utensils. I thought it was pretty cute and harmless so I let Carter do it while I made dinner one night. Epic fail! He broke two of my mixing bowls. These weren't even glass, they were plastic! Yeah... no more pots and pans and wooden spoons for Carter!<br />
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#2- This one isn't bad but it shows his personality. When we were packing to go to San Diego, I found these cute baby sunglasses. I figured he'd pull them off right away but they were $5 and I couldn't resist. Surprisingly, the kid LOVES them. He thinks he is such a cool kid. I love it!<br />
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#3- Carter rolls SO much! He likes to be on his stomach so I can never keep him on his back. The other day, I had him in his infant bathtub, which he's pretty much out grown, and I don't know how but he managed to roll over in it. I saw him trying and I thought, "He'll never be able to do it.." But sure enough, he did! Crazy boy!</div>
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#4- When Carter is being fussy, the one thing that never fails is water. The kid is seriously a fish. I usually will just put a little water in the sink and just let him kick his feet. He's now discovered how to turn the water on and off. He thinks he's so funny too. It's a good thing he can't climb up there. :)</div>
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#5- Carter can sit up all by himself now, which is actually really nice! I'll sit him on his bum and put toys down for him to play with. It's turned out to be hazardous though. I'm pretty sure I've almost gotten a fat lip a time or two!</div>
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I have one last picture I want to share. This poor guy has been trying to get his first tooth and I've gotten a lot of suggestions of different solutions to help ease the pain. However, the one thing he loves, no one suggested. He was playing in his bath tub one day and just gnawing on his rubber ducky. If you know Carter, you know he absolutely hates the binky, but the rubber ducky, not so much. I just take that thing every where and pop it in his mouth when he gets fussy. Works like a charm. :)</div>
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I took my parents to the airport at the end of April to go to Japan and a few days later, Emmet was born. We drove out to the hospital to see him that night. He is so cute. I tried convincing Ashley to just let me take him home, but apparently she wanted to keep him. ;)<br />
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I drove out the next day to pick up Cooper and Hudson and take them home with me for the weekend. We had a blast! We went swimming and played at the park and played the Avengers! Those boys kept Carter so entertained.</div>
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Then it was Mother's Day! My parents got back from Japan a few days before Mother's Day but we decided to celebrate with them the Monday after. We went over to Jared and Kristen's house for Alyssa's birthday on Saturday and then again on Sunday for Mother's Day. It was nice to spend a lot of time with them over the weekend. My boys took good care of me on Mother's Day too. I woke up with smiling faces from both of them and breakfast in bed. I was pretty impressed. :) On Monday, we went over to my parents house to celebrate. Thanks to my sisters, we got a pretty awesome gift for my mom. :)</div>
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Then Thursday, we were off to San Diego for Lincoln's baby blessing. Carter did so good and we had a lot of fun! It was fun to see all of the Monroe girls together. It made me miss all of my sisters! We took Carter to the beach for the first time and he loved it!</div>
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<br />The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-6637104462190545082012-04-16T09:54:00.000-07:002012-04-16T09:54:04.670-07:00Birthday Celebrations!These past two weeks have been crazy busy but so much fun! Lindsay and Dis came down last Thursday for her birthday and we had so much fun spending time together as a family. The only thing missing was Bre, Chris, and Brayden. I'm super jealous that my parents get to go to Japan next weekend. They better give that little boy tons of hugs and kisses for me! :)<br />
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Friday we had the chance to go to opening game! My dad took me and Lindsay to opening game 6 years ago and we've kept the tradition ever since. I absolutely love it! The dbacks won this game to and are off to a great start this year! :)<br />
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Last week, Carter caught some bug and was sick. It was sad to see him not feel good, but I did love the extra snuggles I got. This kid hasn't fallen asleep in my arms since he was like 1 month old but he did it a couple of times last week and I loved it. :) It's moments like these that make everything worth it!<br />
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</div>The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-84515902827976071782012-02-16T11:08:00.000-08:002012-02-16T11:08:40.787-08:00My Poopy Day..So yesterday was what I would like to call a poopy day! I woke up and the day was going just as it normally does. Around lunch time, Carter woke up from his nap. I went and picked him up and we started playing for a little bit. Then I heard him poop... So I decided to wait a few minutes because sometimes he's not finished. So I finally pick him up and carry him to the changing table. But to my surprise, there was poop everywhere! Poop all over his clothes, poop on two blankets, poop on him, poop on my hand, poop all over the changing table. It was a disaster. Carter's screaming on the changing table, and I was considering doing the same. So after about 20 minutes, I finally got it all cleaned up. I made him a bottle, fed him, burped him, and then we started playing again. And then just guess what happened... He pooped again! So this time I wasn't taking any chances, I pick him up by the armpits and carry him to the changing table to make sure everything is still in there. I clean it all up and am putting the new diaper on when.... Yep, more poop comes shooting out the bum. I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry at this point. I look down at Carter and he's just laughing. Boys!<br />
Well here's a couple of pictures of our adventures lately!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Carter has been loving bath time lately! I let him stay in for a few extra minutes to play the other day and he just kicked his legs, splashing the water. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's figured out how to make farting noises with his mouth. It's pretty funny. He kind of makes bubbles when he does it, so there's a picture with all his spit bubbles from making farting noises.... I'm doomed with a boy. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He amazes me sometimes. He's getting so strong and I just have to hold him for balance. So the other day I was practicing having him sit up. He can do it for a few seconds and then he falls over. But I managed to capture the picture of him doing it. :)</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I decided this month to start making birthday cards for my family. Today is Dis's birthday, so we took this picture and made a card from him. It turned out pretty cute! :)</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Desiree and Easton have been helping me keep sane by going to the park with us every once in a while. It's nice to just get out of the house. I don't know if he enjoys it a whole lot yet, but he will one day. Here's a picture of us on the swings!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After me and Keith went to dinner one night, we stopped by Target to get some stuff for Carter (see what date night turns into after you have a baby), and Keith saw this bouncer for babies. He wanted to get it so bad for Carter. We knew he would love it, but it was like $100, so I said NO WAY! He kept bugging me about it and I kept saying no. He's been wanting to have a garage sale so I told him that if he could make enough money, we could go get it. So he starts looking through all of our stuff, trying to find stuff he could sell. He opened a box that we hadn't unpacked yet and to our surprise, it was the jackpot. Apparently we still had a gift card to Target, a prepaid Visa card, and a 20 dollar bill from our wedding. So since he managed to make enough money in his garage sell (without even having one) we went and got it for Carter. I think we paid 6 cents for the thing. Not bad! :) He wasn't a huge fan of it because he's a little young and can't quite reach the stuff on it yet, but the other day, Keith came home from work and we were watching him play. He managed to get his hands over there and started grabbing things. It has a little piano on it, that when you press a button, it starts playing music. He managed to do that and we were so proud! The next day, I put him in there while I was eating breakfast and I heard music playing, so I knew he hit the button. It made me so happy. But then I kept hearing music going off over and over and over again. It was only cute for about 1 day and now it drives me crazy. But I know it's a huge learning toy. I'm so proud of him! :)</div>The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-58112255441447797312012-02-07T13:13:00.000-08:002012-02-07T13:13:29.256-08:00Life as a mom..<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm so grateful that I get to stay home and be with Carter everyday. I'm amazed at how fast he's learning and growing. I started packing up the clothes that he doesn't fit into any more and I couldn't believe how tiny he use to be. He'll be 3 months old next week. I can't believe it! He's been doing so great at sleeping at night. He sleeps about 8 hours, wakes up to eat, and then goes back to sleep for another 4 hours. Last night me and Keith woke up at 1:00 in the morning to noise on the baby monitor, however it wasn't crying, we stopped to listen and realized he was just playing in his crib, just laughing and talking to himself. Although I didn't exactly want to wake up at 1:00 in the morning, it was really cute. He talked himself back to sleep about 15 minutes later. He's getting this little personality already and I just love it. He loves when we sing to him (his favorite is Old McDonald), he loves playing with his dad, he loves lights, and being outside.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This weekend is mine and Keith's 1 year anniversary. It has been an amazing year and I fall more and more in love with him everyday. He's an incredible husband, father, and best friend. I can't wait to spend the rest of eternity with him. :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiL3U5OnphR2jhdi9IlkhhUkrfftKWeZKOydZ9iKoWLZywSad2TWKT-4y9RzX4GobzClah4yYO8QpSKs0u-pluhng8ZU-KayVYELVvBK9EertM_zuQds0xZ_3NqXPLCoCIEBxrBTY7ppvH/s1600/cutting+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiL3U5OnphR2jhdi9IlkhhUkrfftKWeZKOydZ9iKoWLZywSad2TWKT-4y9RzX4GobzClah4yYO8QpSKs0u-pluhng8ZU-KayVYELVvBK9EertM_zuQds0xZ_3NqXPLCoCIEBxrBTY7ppvH/s320/cutting+cake.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span>The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-64768436345760169682012-01-10T09:20:00.000-08:002012-01-10T09:20:17.629-08:00Baby Carter is Here!Carter Harmon Farnsworth was born on November 17, 2011 at 3:14pm. Our 5th trip to the hospital finally did the trick and he was born 5 hours after getting to the hospital. Words can't describe the feeling you get when they hand you your baby for the first time. It feels unreal. But the first thing I thought when I saw him was "He looks just like Keith." I haven't stopped hearing that since. It's crazy how much he looks like his dad.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can't believe how fast he's growing up already. He's such a good baby too. We moved him to his own room and his own crib this week and he's done an awesome job sleeping in there. We'll lay him down when he's wide awake and he'll just talk to himself in there until he falls asleep. Mom and dad have never slept so good either. He's such a happy baby. I just can't get enough of him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-81489388436983961482011-10-13T21:10:00.000-07:002011-10-13T21:10:20.473-07:00It's goin...goin...goin...GONE!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The past few months have been pretty eventful. Keith and I have been trying to get everything ready for the baby, getting ready to move, and of course...cheering on the Arizona Diamondbacks. Keith and I have been fans for a long time, and that's one of the things that sparked for us when we were dating. We both had a love for the game. On our first date we drove all the way out to Tucson just to watch a spring training game. We've been lucky to go to quite a few games while we've been together too. We knew we wanted to go to one of the last games of the season and we knew that the Giants/Dbacks game would be a good game, so we purchased our tickets early on. Well lucky for us, that was a huge game! Now, those of you who watched that game or heard about it, think they clinched the NL West Title by the game winning hit by Goldschmidt, but let me tell you what really happened. All game long, me and Keith were lucky enough to sit in front of a "know it all" fan. He had to make a comment about everything, good or bad. Well, we head into the bottom of the 8th inning and the game is tied 1-1. Ryan Roberts is sitting on second with two outs and Paul Goldschmidt heads up to the plate. Every single person in the stadium is on their feet and cheering like crazy. All of a sudden I realize that something isn't right... Mr. Know It All hasn't said a word in the past few minutes (and trust me, this is a moment he should be rambling on). So I turn around real slowly to see him, the only fan in the stadium, sitting in his chair, arms folded and...yep, you got it, he's praying. I start laughing and just as I turn around, I see the game winning triple fly off Goldie's bat. That's right...his prayer was answered. Goldie pulled through and the Diamondbacks were headed to the Playoffs! </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEbP8kDDVKl9LX0WH0WOSASLG2S6yuMM3TFAysddQS85QoFLCPaRdm20BNU8trDb49dF_9HRUIRP-mKfRG9QkdHEYTWRlX3MdHYBEww2w1Zlno9uwhjgQjdlt_Rm8FZxDRZ3rHl2JUL53/s1600/2011-09-23_21-15-18_962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEbP8kDDVKl9LX0WH0WOSASLG2S6yuMM3TFAysddQS85QoFLCPaRdm20BNU8trDb49dF_9HRUIRP-mKfRG9QkdHEYTWRlX3MdHYBEww2w1Zlno9uwhjgQjdlt_Rm8FZxDRZ3rHl2JUL53/s320/2011-09-23_21-15-18_962.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well we went home that night and Keith is already looking at playoff tickets. We got a smoking deal with buying them that early on. However, Keith insisted that he wanted to go to game four of the series. I reminded him that he was taking a big risk by purchasing those tickets because there's always a chance that the game won't go past 3 games. He knew the risk and we bought them. Game 1 and 2 were devastating to watch, and we knew they had to pull through game 3, and I'm sure that fan was praying for Goldie again because with the help of his grand slam, we were off to game 4. It was an awesome experience. They won that game with lots of cheering from Keith, Brooke, and baby. :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div></div>The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-80409554707426459112011-07-22T10:09:00.000-07:002011-07-22T10:09:56.571-07:00For Time and All Eternity..Here is my pregnancy story of the week folks! Let me start out by saying I am so grateful to be sealed to Keith for time and all eternity. It's moments like last night that I realize he can run but he really can't go anywhere. Thank you, Heavenly Father. :) So we went to Target to register for baby stuff and we were having a great time. Keith had the gun of course, so I would be in the next isle and hear "beep....beep....beep..." I have no idea what is actually on there... But after we finish registering, I decide that I should look in the maternity section to see if there were any clothes that I needed. My wonderful husband waits for me while I try on my clothes. I come out and tell him that I liked all of them, but I knew realistically we couldn't afford to buy it all. I shamefully put the cute dress back and settled with my work pants. He stops me and asks, "Are you ok?" I laugh and tell him I'm just fine. We continue walking and he stops me again.."Are you sure you're ok? You don't look like it." I start laughing, and are you ready? This is where the pregnancy kicks in... I just start crying... Full tears, streaming down the face. Poor Keith doesn't know what to do, he just keeps asking what is wrong. I finally mutter out the words, "I promise, I'm ok, but you're making me cry!" He says, and this is my favorite part, "Ok, ok, I'm sorry!" He was sincerely sorry and yet he hadn't done anything. ( What a great guy. ) So he grabs the items from me and tells me he'll check out and finish if I want to wait in the car. So I hand over the maternity pants, baby outfit, and of course...the bra, and leave him to check out. I get to the car and realize... "I'm becoming the crazy psycho pregnant lady!" Oh no.. and this is where I was eternally grateful to Heavenly Father for not letting him be able to run. I love the gospel! :) We went and got a chocolate frosty from Wendy's after that and life was good. So there you have it, folks! Lesson learned-marry a great man and marry him in the temple. For then, he can't run. :)The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796269839277588156.post-64844271132379266552011-06-25T21:18:00.000-07:002011-06-25T21:18:54.000-07:00And then there were 3..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">December 2nd 2011, Baby Boy Farnsworth will join the crew! Words cannot describe how excited we are. Morning sickness and frequent potty breaks aren't so pleasant, but I know that it'll all be worth it in the end. It's crazy to think that 5 months from now, there will be a little Keith Jr. Let's just hope he turns out more like his mom than his dad. :)</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFXENNJJizd07CTrYDuUKX76kDqilqxDbe8Spy0So_WKn75A68cgiHjfyzLbNmgkwBrHDVXb7B48MMkHrAuze0PXEoPjZ0rPy4p6dQ1notu95kRFb35JJXh-TGVhwul72Kn7VShVwig-w/s1600/12WKS_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFXENNJJizd07CTrYDuUKX76kDqilqxDbe8Spy0So_WKn75A68cgiHjfyzLbNmgkwBrHDVXb7B48MMkHrAuze0PXEoPjZ0rPy4p6dQ1notu95kRFb35JJXh-TGVhwul72Kn7VShVwig-w/s320/12WKS_2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Here is my pregnancy story of the week:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yesterday, me and Keith went to the grocery store and on the way out I decided I wanted to make Jell-O. After 5 minutes of contemplating 36 different flavors, I finally came to the conclusion. Verdit: Strawberry! We begin walking away and two teenage girls come running down the isle. One of them says, "What are we getting? Watermelon Jell-O? I stopped dead in my tracks.. One thing better than strawberry...WATERMELON! I start wheeling the cart backwards as I give Keith the look. He knew exactly what it meant. I'm trying hard to focus in on where the girls are looking. As they start walking away, one of them says, "Oh we can't forget the whipped cream!" Keith looks at me and says, "Do we need whipped cream?" I just give him the stink eye and kept looking for the Watermelon Jell-O. After looking at every single box on the shelf, we came to the conclusion that there is no such thing as Watermelon Jell-O. I was so disappointed and settled with my strawberry. As we get the end of the isle I look up at Keith and say, "whipped cream?" He fell to the floor in the middle of the isle and started laughing. "I'll go get it..."</span></div>The Farnsworth'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04412218090633494484noreply@blogger.com3