Update

My first picture with all three boys! Caden is month old, it's late, but I still got one.
We are good. The Huntsman household is a little busier than usual, but that is to be expected! In nine days we will be moving!!!! I am still Primary Pres. and really feel like I could do this calling well! I love the kids!

Although I know they will have to release me (we are leaving ward boundaries) I'm glad I know I have at least one more week there. The calling is very trying, just this last Sunday I came home in tears, the kids are amazing, and really like to talk. I feel that reverence is our number one priority, so for the next few weeks that is our goal.

I realize that you all really want to know how the kiddies are doing, so...They are great. We went to the new house to take some measurements, and the boys loved it. Braxton keeps asking when we are going to the new house with the stairs. I keep trying to repeat that we will not be coming back to this house, and that one will be our house from now on. I don't think they get it, and it may be a non issue, I just don't want any surprises.Caden is amazing, and getting HUGE!!! I feel like he will Braxton's age and telling me NO, tomorrow!

I sent an e-mail to family, but in case I missed someone, or there are friends who would like to join us, we are blessing Caden on the 7th of November at 9am in our home ward here in Cedar.
Chad is great, school is going well, and he seems to be doing OK. The job situation has been a little better, a few more shifts a week. But because he is on call he gets crazy hours. He work Monday night grave, then went to school all day. He did not go to bed till nine on Tuesday night!!!! But it's a shift.
I told the boys to give the baby a kiss. My camera took too long to get the picture. They looked too funny not to post!

P.S. This entire blog was done with one hand, the other was occupied by a sleeping baby boy!! :)

Interesting

A friend of mine on FB with a tween daughter posted this question. I found it very interesting and would like to get some feed back. What do you think?

"I was talking to my daughter about how it's important to dress modestly because of the thoughts it brings into guys' heads when we don't. I told her that pretty much all guys were this way, and that the good ones had to WORK and not being...--... it's just the way they are made. She didn't believe me, and asked me how I could possibly know, since I'm not a guy. Then she asked an interesting question. She said, "IF that's true, mom, IF... how come so many dads don't care if their daughters dress that way?" She had a really good point there. It really does seem like most men don't even explain to their daughters why they might not WANT to dress immodestly, let alone try to get them not to. So my question is: Why would a loving father not mind when his daughter dressed immodestly if he knew what thoughts it was going to bring into other guys' heads? Wouldn't he want to protect his daughter from that? After all, most young girls don't really understand how things work with guys. I know I didn't when I was a young teenager (not to say I fully do even now!), and my 13-year-old daughter not only doesn't understand, but doesn't believe me when I try to tell her. Or is that just a stereotype? Does it really not affect most guys when a girl dresses immodestly? What are your thoughts? And feel free to repost this, because I'd like to get a lot of different viewpoints."

Living examples

"Have I done any good in the world today? Have I helped anyone in need? Have I cheered up the sad, made someone feel glad? If not I have failed indeed."

I don't know if I have ever have mentioned my grandpa and grandma Coombs before. They are my moms parents and really great people.

One time while visiting them in CA, my grandfather came down the stairs singing this song. (note above) This visit was so many years ago, I can not even remember the date, but my grandfathers voice is still crisp and clear in my mind.

I have my days of self pity. I think we all do. But mine have been more often than not lately. When the days seem overly selfish, my grandfather pops into my brain. I don't even have to ask, it is a reflex.

I want to thank my grandpa for giving me this living example. I love all my grandparents and really could not ask for better examples of how to live.

THIS IS A NEGATIVE BLOG SORRY!

OK, I feel like I am a positive person! I am usually up to just about anything, and generally have a good attitude.

I also feel like the Lord gives us trails to make us what HE needs us to be. To strengthen us and polish us, so he can get the very best from us.

I am polished enough ;)

The last month or so has been tough, but really I have felt good. I have REALLY had to rely on the Lord, my hubby, and my AMAZING councilors to get through it but overall I think I came out OK.

WELL I GUESS WE ARE NOT DONE!! I really don't think all the details need to be laid out, but just know I am feeling the pressure. I know the Lord blesses my family daily and I know that we are living the way he would want us too. But the trails are getting very hard to handle and I feel my self wavering.

Don't get me wrong, I love the Lord. The gospel is more important to me than words can even describe. BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's all, just needed to vent. Sorry for such a downer blog, maybe tomorrow will be better!!:)

We are moving!

We are going two streets up and into a four bedroom unit! I am so excited to get the extra space! I am really sad to leave our ward. Only in Utah can you move two streets up and be in a new ward. ;) I laugh because of the new calling and cry because of the friends and relationships we have developed here. We have been in the ward since it was established almost four years ago, and I HATE to leave it.

We will be blessing Caden, in the ward the first Sunday of November then we are out...:(

Now I need boxes, and 30 hour days to pack and clean the home that I have lived in for so long. This is the longest we have ever been in a place and I have to say, it really feels like home. But more space and get this, cheaper rent, can not be looked down on!

Love you all, we are doing great. Baby is growing and sleeping like a champ. Braxton and Michael are doing well, however they have been playing more Wii then I would like, but it is a guaranteed way to keep them happy and occupied for a extended period of time.

Chad lives at the school, and my joke right now is that he is having an affair with peat mos and seeds (both are part of his undergrad research project). But he is doing well, he had a nasty fever and was sick sick this weekend, he feels like he is playing catch up, but we have faith that he will continue to do great!

That's us, love you all.

The story

Our birthing story plays out more like a pregnant woman's nightmare...I know that things could have gone worse, and I am so grateful that both Caden and I are healthy and happy. But really this time LABOR STUNK

Caden was due on Sept 6th, and we decided to wait till the 10th to take him, it was more convenient for mom and Chad. So on the 10th at 4am mom and I went into the hospital for induction. I have never dilated, thinned, or dropped with out doctor assistance. Brax was 9 days late and even then, NOTHING. So we were starting at square one. The doctor guessed that it would not take longer than 10 hours, I told him that it would and he laughed. My goal was no more than 15 hours. Well by two o'clock on the 10th I was maybe to a one, and not thinning much...that stinks. By six that night I was still no further a long and now I was beyond emotional and very discouraged. We decided to come home, and try again in the morning.

WE WALKED WALMART! I am talking EVERY SINGLE ILSE and ask chad I would not stop, a contraction came and I walked faster, I was so ready to have the baby.

Day two of the induction was much the same, we were hoping for enough progress to break my water, but by three o'clock that afternoon it was apparent that was not going to happen. I was maybe to a three, and the boy was sitting to high the doctor was afraid of complications with the cord if we broke my water at that point. I had a slight break down and decided that this baby was not going to come out till OCTOBER. The doctor said go home, and rest and to come see him on Monday afternoon. We Walked a lot again that night.

Monday afternoon, the doctor said that I had dropped and that I had softened enough to break my water. This was great news because once they break water you cant leave to hospital. On Tuesday morning we went in yet again, and sat, and sat. By three that afternoon, the contractions hurt enough for an epidural, and then they put internal monitors in and REALLY pushed the pit. We were at a 5, and sat there till about six that night. At seven I started to want to push, I was told not to, the doctor was not there and I was only to an eight and only eighty percent thinned. But by eight I could not wait for full dilation.

I pushed once. Yep you read that right, once. Dr. Newman say "OK you can stop pushing" I laughed and told him I had, Caden just kept coming. ;)

We are so great. I feel so go, no tearing, or even soreness really. I'm sure it is adrenaline but I feel good. My emotions are a bit off but that's to be expected. The boys are so good with Caden, Braxton has no interest in holding or being around the baby, but I hear all the time "Oh your so cute!" so i think he likes him. Michael wants to hold the baby, hug the baby, give the baby kisses, he wants to help so much! I love it.

to funny not to post

I work part-time as a teacher of family doctors. The program provides training on psychiatric disorders and emphasizes the importance of emotional support. The new doctors are given plenty of time in clinic to visit with their patients and learn about their challenges.

One of our interns who has never lived in Utah and knows nothing about Mormons is still struggling to understand the cultural climate here. Last week he was interviewing a new patient and stumbled on what he thought was a raging psychosis.

Doctor: "Well, Mrs. Olsen, we've talked about your high blood pressure and your medications. Are you experiencing any particular stress in your life?"

Patient: "Oh, yes! It's the Sunbeams. They're driving me crazy."

Doctor (very surprised): "The sun beams?"

Patient: "Yes. I've never had trouble with them before, but this group won't sit still. They bounce all over the room, and run out the door and down the hall."

Doctor (reaching for a pen): "Have you told anyone about this?"

Patient: "Of course. I told the president."

Doctor: "Really! What did the president tell you?"

Patient: "She said Sunbeams are like that. I'm just going to have to learn to deal with them."

Doctor (concerned that he may be missing something): "I know people who are sensitive to sun beams. Do they cause you a rash or anything?"

Patient (confused): "A rash? No."

Doctor: "What's the biggest problem they're creating?"

Patient: "It's the noise. They just won't quit talking."

Doctor (astonished): "The sun beams are talking to you?"

Patient: "Well, yes. But mostly they talk to each other."

Doctor (scribbling furiously in the chart): "I see. Can anyone else hear them talking?"

Patient (after a moment of stunned silence): "You're not LDS, are you?"