Family Pictures Fall 2010

Took some impromptu pics one night while driving past these awesome sunflowers!!!

Jens helping me with laundry today : )

Little bit o' August

I crochet a hat for Jens for his baby blessing. It turned out way too big and WAY too girly. I think it was a combo of being white and the pattern.





















I found a pattern for these ballet slippers while I was looking for hat patterns and I had to make them. How cute are these!?! Now I just need a girl to give both the shoes and hat to.


















Here's baby Jens at 5 and 6 weeks. These are it. I have only taken a few snapshots since he was first born. I feel bad that I haven't taken more. I'm going to try and make up for it today and do a 7 week photo session.


























































Isn't there just something about him that makes you think he's going to be a rowdy boy when he gets older?  Like he'll be jumping motorcycles off rocks and playing in the dirt his whole life.  Maybe its because he sort of reminds me of his uncle Wade in this picture.

My baby is 6 weeks old today. That went fast, of course.  He's starting to wake up a little more and smile a bit. I love when they start to get a little personality.  He has been sleeping for 5 or 6 hours at night. Its so nice : ) He's a great little eater and is getting chubby. I've always wanted a chubby baby and he has the potential.  He might not appreciate that as an adult but I will appreciate it now. 

Quinn MAULS him to death. He lays on top of him, gets right up in his face, kisses him non stop, he just wants to be in Jens' space! But being the naughty, jealous boy that he is right now, he also pinches him, twists his head around, pokes, squeezes, hits, etc. 

Quinn sort of hit the triple threat this summer. He had a summer of no routine or discipline, a new baby rocking his world, and he turned two. I'm really hoping this is the worst of it and we are on the down hill slope.  Some funny things about Quinn right now are that he LOVES lotion. Everyday he wants to put on tons of lotion.  He rides a little car around the house and yard like a madman. He can maneuver that thing like its a BMW. And can probably go just as fast as a BMW.  He's obsessed with the pumpkins that are growing in the garden. He tells me everyday about them and that they "get orange and get big."  Today he took me out to show them to me. He normally goes out with Thurm to the garden. He also has been drawing pictures of the pumpkins (scribbles, but we don't tell him that). 

I feel like I barely have time to do the dishes everyday.  Nursing is usually about all I get accomplished. Today I mowed the lawn AND vacuumed the floors and I felt like it was the most productive I've ever been in my life! Monday I had some primary handouts to prepare and it took me the entire morning because of interrupting children.  I'm trying to resign myself to the fact that to every thing there is a time and season. Right now is not my season to have a clean house, be a photographer, volunteer for charities, do genealogy.... It stinks not being able to do everything I want to.   BUT I have two beautiful boys that I have the privilege to raise and I need to remember to appreciate it while I have it. 

I fumbled my way through my first primary sharing time today. Went pretty well, but I couldn't keep the Jr. primary's attention. They were wired and I think its because they were feeding off my nervous energy.  So far I am liking primary--I've only been twice.  I feel like there is alot to keep track of that I'm not keeping track of yet.
Baby Jens is doing great and growing up so fast. He is already 3 1/2 weeks old!!! He will so soon no longer be a newborn! I don't know if I have been appreciating it enough.  I love when they sleep whenever, where ever. That didn't last long with Quinn. Jens doesn't quite know what to do with himself when he's not eating or sleeping. Its a rare 15 minutes when he is awake, content, and not eating or being held.
Thurm has ONE WEEK of summer left! How did this happen. I knew that it would, but now that its over I'm in shock at how quick it went. Vacationing for a month and a half and having a baby really sucks up the summer. I think I had two days of doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. Maybe two days. Maybe it was just one. Lame. I really value my nothing time.
We went to the county fair last night. It was pretty sad. So far I've been impressed by this little town we live in. There are tons of community events, kids activities, free concerts, community theater that is really good,  etc.  The arts festival was a mini version of the SLC one.  But the fair was pretty lame. The highlight of the night was watching an old guy dancing with his dog to some locals doing karaoke. Quinn loved the karaoke BTW. He loves any kind of singing and/or dancing.

Found these awesome monkey vinyl's at a yard sale for $5.






























I admit that I tied this on Quinn, but he asked me to.

What has my man been cooking me lately?

Apricot salsa- ingredients all from our garden. Apricots, red onion, green onion, cilantro, jalapeno.










Salad- lettuce, walnuts, and apricots from our garden with homemade poppyseed dressing. Yummy.

Labor Story

A few people have asked me about my labor story, so instead of re-typing it a million times, here it is. 

The night before my scheduled induction, I started having contractions. By that morning they were painful and fairly regular, 7-10 minutes apart. I was excited because that might mean I wouldn't have to use PIT (which I hate).  My mom had taken Quinn to Idaho the night before, so Thurm & I had a leisurely morning and then he drove me to the hospital.

The excited daddy!



The fat mama.

The adorable, brand new baby.

When we got to the hospital and they checked me I was still at 3cm and 75% effaced, which is what I had been for a week. Contractions all night, and nothing happened : ( So they broke my water and put me on PIT. Instant HORRIBLE pain. My friend's words of advice "don't be a hero, get an epidural" kept running through my mind. So I got an epidural right away.  

My contraction were getting really hard, but I wasn't advancing very quickly.  Every time I had a contraction, the baby's heart rate dropped. Since I wasn't advancing, they thought potentially I might have to have a c-section if Jens' heart rate kept dropping. My doctor thought that the umbilical cord might be getting squished with the contractions, so they put water BACK into my uterus (never heard of that before).  They took me off PIT to lighten my contractions and the baby's heart rate leveled out.  

They put me back on PIT an hour later and within 15 mintues I was ready to push. Three contractions later, Jens was born! He had his cord wrapped around his neck, which explains his heart rate dropping.  He broke his collar bone in the delivery. I'm not sure if my doctor was being rough trying to get him out as fast as possible, or if Jens is just built like a line backer and couldn't get out. Either way, he's been fine and hasn't seemed sensitive about his collar bone.  

 So I have two little boys with broken collar bones. What are the chances. 

It took him a day or two to figure out how to latch and suck, but he's been nursing like a champ. My milk came in right on time and it hasn't been a stress like last time. Fhew! 

He has been sleeps pretty good at night, but has a wakeful period from 1am-3am. Not so fun, but I'm sure he'll get it figured out soon. 

He is just so different from Quinn. Its been so weird. Quinn came out a little man. He was so alert from the second he was born. He had long periods of being awake. He had these bright, wise eyes that he would just watch everything and take it all in. He seriously just looked like he knew what was up and he was evaluating it all.  Quinn came out of the womb, stretched out all his limbs and never curled back up again. He would relax, suck on his binky, and check everything out.  Thurm and I always said we didn't know what it was like to have a baby because Quinn never was one.  

Jens has been a 'baby'.  He is the sleepiest little guy.  He cracks open his eyes occasionally to tell me he's hungry and then its back to sleep.  He stays curled up in a little ball... its impossible to uncurl his legs.  He never unclenches his fists. Sucking on a binky is completely foreign.  Its just been so funny to compare how different they are. It'll be so fun to watch them grow up.  

Grandma couldn't wait to see and hold the baby.  This is one selfless woman. She bends over backwards for all her kids. She took Quinn for us so we wouldn't have to stress. When she brought him home she stayed a couple days to help and dote on the baby.









What is it about a baby laying on you, that puts you right to sleep? Works every time.

Big brother and little brother. Quinn loves his new baby.  

Going Private

Hey Family & Friends-
I decided its time I should probably make my blog private. I've tried to be careful about not posting our last names, our address, etc.  But I'm sure if some sicko wanted to kidnap my kid, they could probably find enough info on the world wide web to do so.  But the very least I can do is make my blog available to those I know. So if you'd like access to read my blog, please send me your email and I'll add you.

natalieheiner@gmail.com

Thurm's family reunion

We went to Thurm's family reunion a couple weeks ago and had lots of fun.  We played lots of games, croquet, bocce, fed ducks, had BBQ's, roasted marshmellows, went down a huge slip & slide, went to the temple (all the kids did baptisms for the dead. David Archeletta was there in the group before them, and needless to say, its all they talked about the rest of the day : )  One of the granddaughters organized a book of poems & letters from everyone in the family for Grandpa--it is such a keepsake. I read through it and bawled & bawled (keep in mind this was on my due date).  

It was such a fun time. I love Thurm's family so much and feel so lucky that I married into it.

How cute is this boy?

Rock-a-bye sweet baby Jens...

Quinn-1 Day Old Comparison

I don't think they look anything alike.

Five Days Old

I was put in as primary president today. I'm two days overdue. And surprisingly feeling pretty peaceful about both. On my due date, Friday the 9th, I was feeling a little cranky and on the verge of tears. We were at Thurm's family reunion Thursday-Saturday and my impending delivery was one of the top topics. I think talking about it so much made me feel even more anxious to just get this baby out of me.  So I went on Friday to get my membrane's striped. Nothing happened, so I have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday to get it done again and set up an induction date. With Quinn, I was 11 days late and STILL had to be induced. I knew this, but somehow hoped the 2nd baby would be different. I'm thinking it won't be.  But since going to the doctor I've chilled out and decided "he'll come when he's ready." I don't want to be induced, but know that it might be my fate again.  With Quinn I was on pit and an epidural for 12 hours and I feel like that was part of why Quinn had to be in the NICU. He breathed in some yucky green stuff and had to take antibiotics for a week to clear out his lungs. It just makes me wonder if I hadn't had all those drugs going through me if things would have been different. AND I didn't like being drugged up because I had to just lay there all day and couldn't walk or stand because of IV's.  I think labor and delivery makes more sense with gravity working in your favor. AND drugs really effect me. I take an aspirin and it knocks me out. I was SO tired from all the drugs going through me that I slept through Quinn's first night of life, which messed up nursing. I could go on and on about how I want things to be different this time around.

Primary president was next to the last calling I would have wanted. The last would be any calling in boy scouts. But again, surprisingly, I'm totally fine with it and feel really good about it.  I had a conversation just a week earlier with a friend about how a primary calling is the kiss of death, and I wouldn't use the word "excited," but I'm feeling good about it. I feel like I'll do a good job at it. Its a good time in my life for a calling like this and being a leader is something I feel comfortable with.  The only problem is the timing. I just needed like one more month to get into a groove with the new baby. But today after my counselors and I were set apart one came up to me and said "I'll be conducting and doing sharing time next Sunday and Debbi will be doing the Sunday after that." I didn't even have to ask. I feel really good about the women who will be serving with me. I teared up several times during their blessings because I knew they were supposed to be in those positions.

Quinn has been complaining about his shoulder hurting him all week. At the beginning of the week he cried every time we picked him up under his arms, so we thought maybe it was his ribs. But he continues to run and play and lift his arms above his head.  There are certain motions that he kept crying about though. So today at church I had an ER nurse give it a look and he thought his collar bone was broken. It's definitely swollen and very tender. We probably should take him to get an x-ray just for peace of mind knowing what is wrong with him. But they can't do anything for a broken collar bone, so its sort of pointless. Plus its been a week and he acts like he feels pretty good except when we push on his collar bone.  Poor little guy. He's had a rough month of being out of his schedule, not getting enough sleep, missing naps, running wild with his cousins, eating sugary snacks instead of meals. And now we are going to rock his world with a new baby brother.  I can't wait to get him back on a sleep schedule, consistent discipline, and healthy food. I know it will make me feel better.

Update:: July 2010

We went to two doctors appointments yesterday. One for me and one for Quinn. Quinn had his two year shots and we asked the Dr about allergies. Quinn is constantly rubbing his eyes and nose and he says "nose bug" alot.  So I bought him some children's claritan yesterday and last night was the first time he's slept through the night in weeks! However, he's been sleeping in a different place every week, so being at home in his own bed might have been part of the solution as well.  He also hurt a rib or something because every time we pick him up under his arms he cries in pain. The doctor checked him out but didn't find anything. It stinks not knowing what is wrong with your child, even when its something fairly small.
Thurm & I have been meaning to journal about Quinn and who he is at two--seems easier to type than write with a pen.  Quinn has been very independent lately and his favorite phrase is "want to do it" said in a whiny voice. He wants to do everything himself, which is actually kind of nice since I have no energy to do it for him.  However, its caused many a mess.  On Sunday he wanted to take off his own diaper, which I didn't realize was poopy. Poop everywhere!!! It took 20 minutes to clean up him, his clothes, everywhere he stepped, touched.  Gross.
He talks a ton! The doctor kept commenting on his advanced speech.  He talks basically in sentences and says anything he wants to.  Its amazing that a two year old can hold conversations about his life.  I wish I learned as fast as a two year old! He really doesn't like Thurm & I to sing along to songs in the car and says "no daddy sing."  Which of course, makes his mature father sing louder : ( He tells us alot "no church." Makes me worry for when he's a teenager if he's already rebelling against church.  When I give him things he's asked for he says "thanks, your welcome."
He is very social and loves other kids and animals. He has been around lots of cousins this month and he has loved every minute of it. He calls all kids his age "friend."  "Hi friend!"   He still hasn't figured out that hitting or "love tapping" (I'm sure that's how he thinks of it) isn't nice.  He will hit out of excitement and happiness. I think he's just not sure how to express himself.  I need to show him an alternate way of express excitement...maybe clapping?
He has been relatively naughty this month, which I think is a result of being in a new environment every few days. He hasn't had alot of consistency and I know he needs that. The days we've been home and in our regular routine he has been very obedient.
Quinn talks about the baby in my tummy everyday and gives him kisses all the time. I'm so excited for him to actually see the baby and have a new friend.  I'm sure there are going to be jealous moments and some stress over the change. But we've been preparing him to be gentle and telling him that mommy can't always hold him.  I think he's going to love having a little baby to kiss and hug and play with.

At my doctor's appointment I found out that I am at 2 cm and 75% effaced. The doctor said if I haven't gone into labor by Friday I can get my membrane's stripped. However, we are going to be in Payson for Thurm's family reunion. If I don't go Friday, I have to wait for Tuesday the 13th, which will put me four days past my due date. I realize this isn't that long, but when it gets to the end, every day is torture. I was a little grumpy yesterday because I was fat, tired, pregnant, hot, and had the beginnings of a headache. I never get headaches and when I do I can usually just sleep them off. But last night at 5am I had to break down and take tylenol.  I'm feeling alot better today, Thurm let me sleep in and keeps telling me to just take a day off and do nothing. Which is exactly what I want to do. This whole month has been going somewhere or someone coming to visit. I think I've deep cleaned my house spot loss 5 or 6 times in the few days we've actually been home and I'm  freaking tired....and grumpy.

Thurm deserves husband/daddy of the year. He has been so willing to do anything and everything I ask him to do.  He hasn't had any time to enjoy his summer off. He has been picking up the slack where I've been too tired. He has been taking care of Quinn. He's been working outside in our yard every chance he can. And on top of it all he tells me to quit working and relax : )

Tomorrow is the kick off to Thurm's family reunion.  We are meeting at the Oquirrh Mt. Temple to do some temple work and then off to Payson for 3 fun filled days.  Volleyball, basketball, hiking, slip & slides, swimming, trampolines, etc. I'm pretty sure I'll be bowing out of ALL of that and taking a nap.  I probably should be doing it to induce labor, but that sounds like that last thing I want to be doing right now.  I'm tired...and grumpy : )

Quinn & his buddies from downstairs. 

Thurm after his 6 day hike in the Wind River Mt Range in WY. Showers? Zero. Brushing his teeth? Zero. Fish caught? 17. Fish ate? LOTS. Stinky? VERY!!! He looked pretty sexy and mountain man-y. Too bad I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole!  

Just got back from Idaho, AGAIN! We went up this time so Thurm could help my little bro sheet rock his basement. They got it done in 2 1/2 days--good work guys!  I am SOOO ready to just have a baby and sit on the couch for a month and nurse. I don't want to go anywhere or do anything.  But not quite yet. I'm cleaning & cooking today for four of Thurm's siblings and families to spend 4th of July with us.  And then next Thursday-Sunday is Thurm's family reunion in Payson.  My due date is that Friday and I'm really hoping to be in the hospital.  We don't have any plans for the rest of the summer after that! YAY!  It been a fun month, but I'm pretty worn out from all our vacationing.