Welcome to the family Adelaide!

Ok I'm sorry this has taken so long to get to. But it's here now. This is the story of how Adelaide made it into the world.

We've been through this before. We know what we're doing. So it's just a waiting game. The Friday of Easter weekend the boys and I were scheduled to go to a special play group Easter egg hunt at 10am. When I woke up at 4 with consistent contractions. They weren't very painful. Mostly just there. Uncomfortable enough I couldn't sleep through them. But also nothing to be terribly excited about. 

A very good friend of mine was "on call" to take the boys should something happen and we needed to go to the hospital. So just before 9am I let her know that I wasn't comfortable going up the canyon for the Easter egg hunt and that she should be ready for a call. I didn't want to be up the canyon with all the kids and start having bad enough contractions I couldn't drive back down safely. But, based on how the boys had come, I was figuring she would come, it would just be an all day event. 

Over the next few hours contractions would speed up and slow way down. Some hours I would be 10 minutes apart and the next would be 20 or 30. I wasn't ready to head in to the hospital but I knew it was coming. I also didn't want to excite my family prematurely, so we decided to hold off telling anyone until we had at least made it to the hospital. We actually changed that until the hospital checked me and said we were staying.

By about 2, my contractions hasn't gotten much more consistent. I was having them anywhere from 2 minutes apart to 15 minutes apart. They were very sporadic. But were slightly more intense. So I decided to get the boys down for a nap and double check their overnight bag was packed. By 3 they were still very random, but I told Cory that they were getting strong enough I'd like to be heading to the hospital soon. So he hurried to jump in the shower. The boys happen to wake up right then, so they jumped in too. Sending clean kids to spend the night with friends seemed like a good idea at the time.

By 4, it was way time. In that hour, I feel like I jumped very quickly from "we should probably leave soon" to "why didn't we leave an hour ago". My friend had taken her kids to a park that happened to be on the way to the hospital. So, we loaded the kids in the car and headed that direction. We dropped the boys and car seats by 4:30 and headed to Loma Linda Hospital in San Bernardino. Technically, there is a hospital about 10 blocks from our home, but I have heard nothing but terrible things about that hospital. And nothing but good things about Loma Linda. So, even though it was over 20 minutes away, Loma Linda was definitely the better choice.

We arrived at the hospital around 5pm and parked in the loading and unloading area. L&D was on the 3rd floor and the hospital parking lot was under construction. So it was a tad crazy trying to get in and where we needed to be. I walked about 50 yards from the car to the front doors where Cory was able to get me into a wheel chair. I would've walked, but my contractions were 3-5 minutes apart and painful enough I couldn't walk through them.

We made it up to the L&D check in. The check in lady handed me some paperwork and told me that it was a pretty busy night and she would have to have a nurse come talk to me to see if we could get into a room. After a couple minutes of paperwork and at least two contractions, she looked at me and said, "a lot of women come in ready to have their babies before they're actually in labor. But I can tell this is the real deal for you. I'm going to bump you up the list and the nurse will be right over." She checked my weight and sure enough, the nurse came right over. The nurse didn't have to do much to decide I needed a room. And within about 5 minutes, I was in a room. Cory left me to get myself changed into a hospital gown and ran to park the car. When he came back, the nurse and I were just getting into my check in. They hadn't actually admitted me, but they were prepping to. 

Our experience here had been so different from in Utah. In Utah they took me to a triage room to be checked and monitored until they decided to admit, then took me to a room. Here in California, they simply took me to a room and that's where I was checked and monitored and eventually delivered. I like that better. Not having to move around was very nice. The nurse initially checked to find me dilated to a 3. Usually they won't admit you until you're at a 4. But she could see that it likely wouldn't be long. So she decided to let me stay while she "did some other things". I don't know what she needed to do, but I feel like that was code for "I'm going to not let them know you're only at a 3 and check you again soon and you'll be able to stay here". By 6:20 I was dilated to a 5 and definitely staying. We let our families know and began the waiting game.

They asked me if I wanted an epidural and I absolutely did. Props to the women who can have a child without it, you're amazing, I can't. I'm a wuss in this department. By 7pm I was practically begging for anything. I was in a good amount of pain. Consistently every 2-3 minutes. Unfortunately, the anesthesiologist was in a c-section and I would have to wait. By 7:30 I was in so much pain (not an unusual amount, like I said, I'm just a bit of a wuss) I was asking the nurse if there was anything they could give me. She said the only thing they could give me was Norco. But it came with some side effects for myself and the baby that didn't sound fun. So I decided to tough it out a bit longer.

A few minutes later, the nurse came back with some bad news. The anesthesiologist would have to run from one c section to another and wouldn't have time to fit me in between. She left me to decide if I wanted the other pain meds. Cory and I talked and still decided we didn't want the possible side effects. I would just wait the extra hour or two for the epidural. I was still only dilated to a 6.

Then a miracle happened only a few short minutes later. The anesthesiologist came in and said, they need a few extra minutes before this other c section and I wanted to get your epidural in while I can. I may not make it back before that baby comes. Praise the heavens! And also thank goodness we declined the Norco. They have to wait at least an hour after the Norco to do an epidural and it had only been about 15 minutes since we declined that. I have never been more handful for an epidural in my life. This had by a long shot, been the longest through labor I'd been without an epidural and it was definitely not my favorite. I love my kids and I don't mind allowing them to have full run of my body, but I also really hate contractions. The epidural is literally my life saver. It does make me a little neaseous though. Always has. So after all that was taken care of, we were able to settle a bit and get a little rest. Not sleep, just rest.

At 9pm I was dilated to a 7 and my water still hadn't broken yet. Loma Linda was really keen on letting my body do what it needed. They discussed having the doctor come break my water, but unlike in Utah it was much more casual. Seeming more like, let's just keep seeing how it goes and if there's a reason we will break it. So that's what we did. We casually (as casual as labor can be) just waited. The nurse had changed shifts at 8 and was steadily checking my dilation every hour.

Although it was 9pm, Cory hadn't eaten any dinner. So I sent him to get food. I was only dilated to 7 and I figured he'd hit a fast food place and be back pretty quick. He ended up going a few miles away to an In and Out. He was gone almost an hour. Right after he got back, my nurse checked again around 10:15pm. She actually said, "wow, you're so dilated I can't even find the cervix. And the baby is extremely low." My water still hadn't broken so the nurse went to get the doctor.

When the doctor came in, she checked and sure enough, my water hadn't broken and the baby was getting ready. She used the little poker to break my water which popped all over her arm and shoulder. She checked the baby again and said she was about 2cm out. Told me not to push and went to the corner to put her birthing attire on. When everyone was ready, we started to push. Not joking, 3  pushes was all it took for miss Adelaide to come into the world at 10:41. Weighing in at 6lbs 11 oz and 19 inches long. She has been an incredible blessing to our family and we are totally in love. The boys are completely smitten and the best and sweetest big brothers. I am so excited for their relationship to grow. 

Wow, where did that year even go?

Holy cow, has it really been almost a year since I've written here? That is kind of awful on my part. Let's see if I can do some justice of catching up.

So, quick re-cap, then some more detailed of the most recent happenings. A year ago we sold our home and moved into an apartment. The plan was to live in the apartment for roughly a year and decide what we wanted to do and where we wanted to be on a more permanent basis and (hopefully) build a home. That plan was going great. We were loving our apartment and loving the area we were in.

Unfortunately, one key thing Cory was not loving, his job. He actually quite enjoyed the work he was doing, but the environment had become toxic for him and he simply didn't enjoy going anymore. So toward the end of the summer, he revamped his resume and started putting some feelers out. Nothing very serious came about. But, we had hopes that something would come up. In October we decided that he had had enough and decided that it was time. He put in a month notice (his job would be difficult to fill and train in simply two weeks) and a huge weight seemed to be lifted from his shoulders. Before the month was up, his boss decided his heart wasn't in it anymore and they parted ways earlier than expected.

Before the month was up, he had another offer. A really really great offer. With a small catch. It was in southern California. Mr. "I'll never move to California" was now accepting a job and uprooting our family to move. We were both excited and nervous. But we were in for a change and thrilled for the opportunity.

So we started making plans to move to Beaumont, California. We eventually rented a house, sight unseen, as we had no time and limited options before we were supposed to move. A couple days after Christmas, we headed out for our adventure. We were planning to stop in St George for a few days and move into our new home January 2nd. Just in time for Cory's 30th birthday. Which was kind of a planning bummer as I was going to have a big party and invite everyone Cory had ever met, but I guess a new job and a new place to live would have to suffice.

So here we are in April and Cory is loving his new job and we are really enjoying life in the warm California sun. We recently made our first trip to Disneyland on a Tuesday while staying in Anaheim for the week. Cory had some work events and we decided to just make a family trip of it. And it was pretty awesome.

Aceson could not have been more excited to go. He really didn't understand until we made our way to Toon Town and he got to meet some of his favorite people, Pluto, Goofy, and of course, Mickey Mouse. He gave hugs and kisses and didn't want to leave their sides. It was adorable. First we met Goofy. After standing in line for about 15 minutes, and having to chase him and bring him to our spot in line multiple times, we finally had our turn. He gave Goofy a huge hug and would not let go. After some convincing he finally turned around so I could take his picture and bade Goofy a "See you later." Next we went to Mickey's house to meet him. After a longer wait of about 30 minutes, they ushered us into the "Studio" with about 10 other kids and their parents to meet Mickey. Aceson had no regard for lines and went straight into Mickey's arms. After an extended hug, he pulled back and gave Mickey a huge kiss. The genuine adoration and excitement was adorable. We snapped a few pictures and told Mickey we would come back another time. On our way back to meet up with Cory and a hopefully sleeping Kinnick, Pluto was headed for a break, we hurried and gave him a hug and snapped a selfie. It was certainly a highlight of the week.

Cory's parents were slated to come in later Friday evening, but surprised us by meeting us at Disneyland Friday morning. The kids were ecstatic to see them and even more excited to be able to go to Disneyland again, with Grandma and Grandpa Junck.

The fun didn't stop there. A couple weeks back, Cory had found a groupon deal for some race tickets and bought the whole family one. So on Sunday, we all went to our very first, live NASCAR event in Fontana, California. It was pretty fun. But very loud. We had ear covers for the boys and they weren't nearly as excited as I thought they might be, noting our recent obsession with the movie "Cars". But it was fun none the less. Kinnick actually fell asleep. Then again, he has always been the kid that naps at nap time, no matter where he is.

For Easter, we went with some friends to their Evangelical church. Their son plays drums in the band. And does an absolutely amazing job at it. Church was fun. Definitely a different experience than the church we are used to. They played a lot of fun songs to open up. Everyone was up on their feet either singing and clapping along or dancing. Then the pastor gave his Easter lesson, which I thought was an excellent lesson. Then they played a couple more fun, rocking closing songs and everyone went outside to experience the Easter fun. They had an egg search set up for the kids, train rides, live, on the spot baptisms. It was neat. Then we went and hung out at our friends house for an excellent Easter meal and a day full of peeps, chocolate, and friends. We didn't make it home until almost midnight. And there was definitely a hangover effect from the long and eventful day.

We are loving our time out here in California and Cory is loving his new job and the freedoms it is affording him. Like being home with his family almost every day, and traveling to far off lands, like Columbia. We will keep you posted on what else the year brings.

2 months, House sold, and Prepping to move.

Kinnick is now 2 months old. And what a charmer. He is such a great baby. There was a few minutes of colic like tummy trouble crying. But a strict regiment of Gripe water for a few weeks knocked that right out. But really, he is an awesome baby. He sleeps mostly through the night. He is usually up once around 3, then up for the morning at about 6:30. Which, coincidently, is the same time Ace gets up for the day. Kinnick has slipped right into our lives just perfectly. And Ace totally loves him. He is always kissing and hugging on him. It's quite cute. Kinnick is growing like a weed and I cannot believe how big he is getting.

We have had our house for sale since December and after a few offers fell through, we were feeling a bit discouraged. Then, we got an offer, a real one. As it stands, we are currently under contract and prepping to close in about 2 weeks. It's been a long process (not as long as it could be, but still) and definitely an emotional one. Barring anything crazy, we should be good to go. And we are excited.

Selling means moving. We found a great little place to rent that will be super close to Cory's work and a lot closer to family and friends. When we bought our house, we didn't realize how inconvenient it would be to commute 30 minutes to just about everything we love to do. Our new place will be temporary. Hopefully not too much longer than a year. We will be able to get our savings built up and hopefully be able to get into a much better house where we plan to stay for a lot of years.

Life is certainly crazy right now, and if all goes well, it will equally calm down and get even crazier in the coming months. Particularly when Kinnick becomes mobile. I feel like I will be spending all my time chasing crazy boys. I cannot wait. Even though I am super outnumbered in my family, I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my boys, all 3 of them. I'm so looking forward to a summer of fun!

Welcome Kinnick!!

Well he finally made it. And thank goodness. I was definitely done with that whole pregnancy thing. Like I said in my last post, this one was pretty rough on me, and I got out of it 10 days early!

Well I am sure you are all wondering about the details. So here they are. It all started Friday the 7th. I had a doctor appointment, just a normal check up. And he decided that because he was the doctor on call for the weekend, he would strip my membranes (for those who don't know what that is, it can sometimes encourage labor, look it up if you want more details). I wasn't very hopeful. We had done this a few times with my last pregnancy and it didn't ever do anything. So I went about my business like usual, not expecting anything.

Saturday Cory decided to go golfing. It was a beautiful warm day and Ace and I decided to go visit my parents for a couple hours to get out of the house. A little after noon, while at my parents house, I started getting sporadic contractions. Nothing very painful or consistent, so I didn't pay much attention. I mean, I had had Braxton Hicks contractions before and really didn't think this was anything unusual... Until a little later that is.

We went home in time for Ace to nap and meet back up at the house with Cory. I was still having sporadic contractions, but they were anywhere from 10 minutes to 50 minutes apart and anywhere from a 1 on a pain scale to a 3. Not very convincing that a hospital trip was in order. Also, my water broke at home last time, so I was kind of waiting for a pretty serious sign. The last thing I wanted was to go to the hospital and be sent home without a baby.

So I didn't say much, and figured resting would eventually make them stop. Around dinner time, things got a little more interesting. I started timing the contractions and they had gotten more consistent. About 10 minutes apart. But only for an hour, then they stopped. Another hour past and they started up again. Another hour and they stopped. This continued for several hours. Although I thought this was a little odd, I still wasn't convinced it was time to go. So I waited. We went to bed, and I think Cory secretly knew we would end up at the hospital, we got into bed where we would normally look at funny youtube videos or talk about funny things that had happened that day, and instead, he rolled over and went straight to bed.

I, however, was not so lucky. I couldn't sleep. I was still contracting and although not very painful, annoying enough to make it impossible to sleep. So I played some mind numbing phone games for an hour or so until the contractions stopped. I finally drifted off to sleep around 12 or so. 2 glorious hours later, I woke up to use the bathroom and the contractions were back, this time with a vengeance.

Again, being as stubborn as I was, I didn't want to wake the family up and head to the hospital for no reason, and since my water hadn't broken yet, I was thinking this was still just my body practicing. So I waited and timed and cringed. After about an hour and contractions consistently 5-10 minutes apart and getting more painful as it went, I woke Cory. If nothing else, maybe the hospital would give me some pain meds or something that would ease the contractions.

So we got up and got a few things packed, just in case, and headed to the hospital. We decided to keep Ace with us rather than dropping him at my parents. At least this way if we got sent home with nothing, no one else would have gotten excited for nothing. In we went. Upon arrival I was put in a triage room, hooked up to the monitors, and checked. I was definitely contracting, my water definitely had not broke, and I was dilated to a 4. They decided to observe me for an hour and see if anything changed. If nothing happened, the plan was to get some pain killers and head home.

A little over an hour later (now a little after 5am) the nurses came back in to check on me. I was definitely still contracting, my water still hadn't broke, but I was now dilated to a 5. They called the doctor and the anesthesiologist, it was a very slow night and both were away from the hospital on-call. I was staying, and probably going home with a baby! Wahoo, no useless trips to the hospital this go around. So I called me dad to come get Ace and told him we still had some time so he should go get some rest and try and get Ace to rest too. It had certainly been a long night for him.

A little over an hour later, Cory decided it was time for some breakfast. I'm sure he was starving and exhausted and so he headed out to go find himself some food. While he was gone, I got my epidural, finally. By this point the contractions were quite taxing and I was looking forward to the reprieve I would get from the epidural, and the rest that came with it. Cory made it back with his breakfast and I was just getting comfortable. A little too comfortable, and then, lots uncomfortable in the other direction. An alarm started beeping loudly, and I had to get Cory to get me a nausea bag.

The nurse came in and explained that sometimes an epidural can lower your blood pressure too much, which is what was happening. She pushed some drugs into my IV to help bring it back up. After a few minutes I was feeling better. Still very tired though, so Cory and I both decided to try and get some sleep while waiting for the right time.

Unfortunately that didn't last too long. Roughly another hour passed, making it near 8am and my blood pressure dropped again. Same ritual, my body tried to throw up, but it was empty from last time, and the nurse came in to help bring it back up. By now the doctor had also arrived and had come in to say hi and check things out. Since my water hadn't broken on it's own yet, the doctor needed to do it. Easy enough, and I didn't even feel a thing, well, a gush is all. I was still at a 5 and the doctor and nurse talked about using Pitocin to help induce steadier contractions to get the ball rolling. We decided to wait a little longer to see how things looked. The doctor and nurse left and Cory fell asleep almost instantly. I fell half asleep. I was too close to the noise making monitors for any real sleep.

The nurse came back to check periodically and because I was making progress on my own, we decided to still hold off on the Pitocin. A little after 10:30am the nurse came back in to check again. She asked if I had to push the button on my epidural yet, and I told her I just had minutes before she walked in. The contractions were starting to get a lot stronger, and because I am a wuss when it comes to them, I wanted to feel as little of them as I could. She nodded as she went about her checks. "Looks like you're ready," she said, "Let's try a couple practice pushes." So we did. One. To which she exclaimed, "Don't do that again, I'm going to go grab the doctor." Ah ha. That usually means things will be moving rather quickly.

It took a few minutes to get the doctor and get all the things in the room ready to go. Then it was game on. Literally 6 pushes later, and we had a(nother) healthy baby boy. I was so thrilled that it went so smoothly, not only because that meant less work for me, but I was already exhausted from being up all night, and a little woozy from the blood pressure stuff. But all was well, and this was done! Kinnick Emerson Junck was born 10:54am, March 9, 2014.

Because it all happened so fast, no one had arrived at the hospital yet. The nurses handed me the baby and after a quick clean up, they all left. It was nice to just have a little time just the three of us (Ace was with my dad). Cory made a comment about how Kinnick didn't look as "alien" as Aceson had. Which was to be expected. 6 pushes vs. 2 and a half hours of pushing. Poor Ace did look like an alien.

It wasn't too long before we were moved into our other room and family started arriving to say hi. Most of them giving me a very hard time because I suggested not rushing based on our previous birth experience. All were still very excited, particularly my little brothers who actually timed how long the other held the baby and got upset when they didn't get the same amount of time.

We couldn't be happier with Kinnick. And we couldn't be more proud of how Aceson has handled the situation. With the exception of small outbursts brought on by lack of sleep and/or food, he has done a remarkable job adjusting. And he certainly cannot stop giving his brother kisses.

5 weeks and counting!

5 weeks (give or take) is all we have left until our new little man joins our family. We are so so so excited. But man has this one been so different.

When I was pregnant the first time, I was sick enough to not be able to keep food down for about 6 weeks. The doctor put me on some drugs and I was more or less fine for those 6 weeks.

This time, I was sick for over 5 months. And the drugs did not help as much. Even on morning sickness drugs, I was throwing up at least twice a day. I tried everything. Teas, herbal supplements, prescriptions. Some things helped more than others, but certainly nothing seemed to fix it.

My first pregnancy, I spent the second trimester in bliss. I wasn't sick anymore. I wasn't uncomfortable yet. I didn't show until after 5 months, so no one could really really tell I was pregnant.

Again, this second time was different. I went straight from throwing up to being super uncomfortable. Turns out this second baby is sitting a little differently and sometimes he pinches off my sciatic nerve causing my hips to hurt so much I can barely move or my legs go mostly numb. Sleeping is awkward too. I get about 20 minutes of comfort on either side before I need to switch.

With my first, my water broke at home at about 3 in the morning and I spent 8 hours in labor, 2 and a half pushing, then we had a beautiful little perfect baby boy to take home. Thank goodness we didn't have any complications.

With this pregnancy, well, that remains to be seen, but I can only hope for the best right?

Aceson was due on the 19th and came on the 20th. We had a friend who Cory guessed their baby would be born the 20th, and he was. Baby #2 is due on the 19th and we are hoping for the 20th. Ironically, that is Cory's favorite and lucky number. He's 2/2 with a pending 3rd.

Mostly we are just very excited and I am super anxious. If you are a parent, particular a mom, you know these last few weeks go the slowest. The anticipation is killer. But so worth it in the end. We are so excited that our family is getting bigger and seriously can't wait for this baby. Not only for the baby, but because of how excited we are for Aceson to have a little brother.

Here's to a quick 5 (ish) weeks!

2013 in Review

It certainly was a very busy year. Some of the key things that happened include: celebrated our 3rd anniversary, celebrating a first birthday, me spending 2 months in Kentucky becoming a medic, coaching my soccer team to another state championship, finding out we will be 4, finding out it will be a 3 on 1 ratio, celebrated our second Christmas with children and deciding to sell our house and better our lives.

We have been married for 3 years, as of May 1st. It's weird to look back and think that even when we first met, there was something there that told me I would know Cory for a very long time. That saying "when you know, you know" hits home with this one. Technically we didn't really "date" until we had decided to get married. It wasn't one of those crazy fast meet and get married stories, but he did live a few states away and when we were talking about how our future would go, he was very clear that he wasn't moving to Utah to "mess around for a few months and then break up." Which was basically him saying that by moving to Utah, we were most likely going to get married. I was of course ok with that. I am greatly looking forward to this next year and the many more we will have.

Ok so here is some more detail on those. Let's start at the top. Ace turned 1 in May. He is growing up so fast. He has started becoming quite the little talker. He knows quite a few words, and tries to pick up a new one about every other day. When he doesn't know words, he sure tries to tell you anyway. At the beginning of the year we were pretty good with signs and trying to get him to talk a little. Now we don't use signs and can rarely get him to quiet down. He's pretty amazing.

I spent two months in Kentucky. It was awesome and horrible all at the same time. I have wanted to become a medic ever since I had a full time job with the Army National Guard's Medical Unit a few years back, but one thing or another happened (having a baby...) and it was just not the right timing. They called me in June and said if I wanted a spot I could have one, but I had to leave in July. After some rushing around and trying to decide, things fell into place and we went for it. Cory's mom came to stay with Aceson while I was gone and he was working all day. The training was amazing and I am so happy I did it, but being gone for so long and only being able to Skype at nights was extremely hard on me. Gave me a very new and very real appreciation for people that sacrifice being away from their families, particularly deployed soldiers who don't get Skype calls every night.

Being in Kentucky made me miss the first 3 weeks coaching my soccer team. The second I got back, I got right into it though. And eventually we made it to The Big Game. And we won that game. I have been coaching at Timpanogos High for 6 years. We have had 3 state championships in those 3 years. 1 runner-up, and many many important memories and friends made. I am currently planning to take a few years off. I will miss it on an extreme level, but with another baby due and some other plans and changes for the coming year, I think it's just going to be better. I will still enjoy going to watch the girls play and keep in touch with most of them, but my commitment will not be so extreme.

While in Kentucky (seems a lot of things involve Kentucky) I found out that 3 will become 4. Very exciting. This pregnancy hit the ground running and I spent 7 of the 8 weeks trying not to be sick and let anyone know. They would've sent me home if they found out, too much of a liability. Because I was so sick for so long, everyone thought it was a girl. I was excited for a girl. Even out the numbers a little. I think he was offended and kept me much more sick than I was with Aceson. And our numbers will certainly not be even. Baby boy Junck #2 will be making his grand appearance in March. Cory and I are both betting the 20th, but only time will tell.

Christmas 2013 was a great one. Aceson was spoiled rotten by all his grandparents. As if we expected anything else. He always is. Then again, so was I. Cory decided to surprise me with Real Salt Lake season tickets. Awesome! Now, we will just have to find a weekly sitter for two little boys so we can get out just the two of us. The one downside, we set a budget, and blew it completely out of the water. But still managed to find a way to actually save money this month... Hmm, don't know how we did it, but I'm ok with it.

Last, but certainly not least, and really not last either. Many things happened this year that I am just not writing about. Anyway, we have decided to sell our house. Not because we have to but because we want to, and it will make our lives infinitely better. As most Americans are, we owe people money. Credit cards, student loans, cars. Mostly the usual. And we are sick of it. Because we bought our home as a foreclosure, we have a bit of equity. The plan is to sell our home, use the equity to pay off our debts, rent for about a year and then evaluate getting into another home. We should be able to get completely out of debt in that time. Which will be awesome because we can really start taking advantage of the wonderful jobs and schedules that we have.

And that is our 2013 in review. We are so excited for this next year. Here's to the New Year!

Happy Birthday! and New family pictures.

Holy cow. I cannot believe my little man is already one year old. It is almost shocking. We went and took some really great pictures and I am so excited to share some with you.

Here's the catch. That is going to be all you get for now. I'm not sure how best to display these. I want to order a large canvas, but we have so many already and we are running out of wall space. Plus I think Cory will kill me. So until I figure out what I am going to do, you just get this little teaser.