3 Days Driving, 2 Cars of People, 1 Tiring Week

Well, we've moved in and are settling down with each day that passes.  The move was not too bad since we broke it up into three days.  Ezra threw us a curve ball the day we were supposed to leave when he woke up with a horrible, horrible chest cough.  Instead of going to his usual doc, who always told us not to worry about his congestion, we went to the Pediatrics clinic at the U of U.  After hooking him up to an oxygen monitoring machine, they told us that he had Brochiolitis.  That didn't sound too great, since they said there was a high chance they'd need to admit him into the hospital for a few days. Luckily, when we brought him back the next morning, they said that his oxygen levels were back up and that he was probably out of the danger zone.  He's still got that awful, mucous-y cough, but we're hoping he'll start sounding better soon.

Back to the move...
We landed in Farmington, NM the first night, and left at a decent time the next morning so we could make it to Albequerque to sightsee a bit.  Although the drive wasn't too exciting, I still loved experiencing the Southwest views.  Old Town Albequerque was pretty....ummm....cute.  I think it was a bit touristy but the church there was awesome as was the pottery and jewelry.  Siena was too afraid to dance to the music of the mariachi band in the square, but Qiana and Abuelo took right to the dance floor.  We left New Mexico and rushed into Amarillo that night.  There was a horrible storm on our drive, but I guess I had better get used to that.  Sunday we made that last leg of the journey until we reached our temporary home in Rockwall, TX.  It was an extremely humid day, and coupled with the heat, I thought we were going to die.  Thank heavens for air conditioning!  The house is already furnished, as I have mentioned before, so we just unloaded most of the contents of the truck into the garage for storage.  Speaking of unloading, we were met with three cars full of people to help unload the Penske!  Martha has a neice, Martita, who lives in Howe about an hour and half away from us.  She has a bunch of in-laws living about 15 minutes from our house and they all willingly came to help us.  It was such a blessing!  I wish we could have fed them dinner or something, but we'll have to do that later.  We feel very fortunate to have "automatic friends" here.

Unpacking the things that belong in the house with us has been slow-going as has been the wipe-down of the place.  There are bugs and spider webs everywhere!  I'm pretty sure I'm the only one of the landlord's tenants to have cleaned the place.  It's creepy sleeping under cobwebs, but my motto of the last few years has been "PERSPECTIVE!"  The webs are going today and I can't wait until it's all clean.

Here's the run-down of what we've done so far:

July 1st: move in
July 2nd: Juan started work while I tried to clean.  Took the fam to Rudy's for some bbq.
July 3rd: Juan had work off so we went to the Dallas Museum of Art, the JFK Memorial and to Addison's Kaboomtown for a fireworks show.  The rockets were a little less impressive than we expected, but still fun.
July 4th: We all lazily went swimming at the cabana until noon and around 2 we left for Martita's farm.  It was fun to meet everyone (for the second time...I have a poor memory,) and see the Texan countryside.

Today is July 5th.  Juan is working, my in-laws are out experiencing Dallas, and the kids and I are here getting settled into a bit of a routine--something we desperately NEED.  The internet is now set-up and we're in blog-business.  I'll get pictures of the trip up here... I just have to get back to cleaning right now.

Oh, and I might mention... yes, I miss everyone and everything back home.  It would be a lie to say I was completely happy right now.  I'm dealing with the move as I have in move's past: with naive optimism.

Quick Update

Yes, we found a house.  Yes, it is temporary.  Yes, it is furnished.  Yes, we can golf, swim, play tennis and basketball there. Yes, we are very blessed.

Well, I've started packing. There is no looking back now.... The only thing is, we don't know where we are going to live. Panic attack: check.

Blogging Away

I wish I were better at blogging.

Nearly five years ago, I never would have said that.  I had just moved across the country with Juan and our little newborn Siena and it seemed as if the days would go on forever.  I had all the time in the world being a stay at home mom in a tiny apartment, no friends or family nearby to pass the time with.  So I blogged.  And I blogged.  And I blogged.  Sometimes even twice a day.  I look back and am so grateful I recorded so much, but it is so hard to come to terms with the fact that I am busier and can't keep up like I want to.  I want to write down silly things that the girls say or a new milestone for Ez, and I know it's possible, but I can't seem to bring myself to the computer to record it.  With all the things the girls say and all the thoughts I have, I would never leave the computer.  I can remember staying at the computer hours on end when I just had Baby Siena because all I had to do was tend to her simple needs.  Things are different now and I realize that I have to live in the moment as well.  It's hard to really be in the moment when you're thinking of how you're going to "share it" with the world.  But there is a happy medium, in my opinion, where you can blog, Facebook, and Instagram and also put down the devices and savor the moment.  I'm going to aim for that.

Okay, that was my spiel.  Now to the fun part:

SIENA:
There are a few words that really stick out when I think of her entering her fifth year of life soon.

"Intelligent": she retains so much from just observing and spits it out at opportune times to teach her parents that she is listening.  Her enunciation is so perfect and her vocabulary so advanced it makes me laugh; every time she and I have conversations, I feel like I'm talking to a teenager.  She says things like "Mom, we are going to look for creatures in the back yard."  Five minutes later she returns with a "friend" (bug) on her finger and explains that she and Qiana are going to make it a home.  There was a bug she found at my parents' house and cared for it by making it a comfortable home in the tricycle storage box furnished with grass, leaves, sticks and dirt.  Both she and Qiqi were distraught when it was time to go and they were told they had to leave the bug there.  They asked Grandma to take care of it for them while they were gone, and to this day think that she is giving it water and food daily.

"Artist" and "Girly Girl": the girl loves to draw and write.  With every drawing, more and more details emerge.  She's added eyelashes, fancy hems to skirts, thought bubbles, and...ahem...upper female anatomy to her self portraits.  All of the hair is rainbow colored and the shoes are all high heels.  Such a female, that one.

"Devastated": on many occasions lately, Siena hears one piece of information that she doesn't like and melts to the floor in tears.  My goodness, there is so much drama with girls! ;)  On that same note, she's hit a place in her life where she feels it important--no, ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY-- to report every little crime Qiana or any other little person commits to an adult.  "Whistle blower", I think, is the correct term.  I'm to the point now that I repeat over to her, "If there isn't blood, I don't want to hear about it.  Work it out yourselves."  Is that bad?

"Groovy": this little girl likes to shake her tail feathers.  Any music starts, and she starts tapping her feet.  Give her the right beat and you've got a full-on dance party with her.  There is no stage-fright with Siena yet, so we are really enjoying the entertainment while we can.

QIANA:


Can enough be said about this spunky little girl?  All she wants is to be tickled to death.  She eggs us on so much and teases and teases and teases.  She must get that from her Grandpa.  Mostly, I think she just likes to laugh and make other people laugh.  She could play all day at full speed and never run out of energy.  If I asked her to, at any given minute in the day, she would run from one end of the house to the other as fast as she could over and over again.  Our house is laid out so there is a loop from the front room to the dining room, to the kitchen, family room and back to the front room.  She runs it ALL. THE. TIME.  To reiterate, there is not a day that goes by without a charge-through-the-house from Qiana.  I have said it before and I'll say it again, she's the one preparing me for the energetic little boy everyone keeps warning me about.  Thank heaven I don't have to run alongside her... just watching her quick little self tires me out.

She loves animals, but is a little shy up close to them (the exact opposite of her sister, who goes up to any dog and pets it.)  She loves music and "shakes it" just like her sister.  They have dance parties all the time with Juan (this is usually the reward he gives them for cleaning up the playroom.)  She loves food... still.  I'd say a good 50% of what she requests from me is food.  "Puedo tener un snack, por favor?"  More than anything, she loves her baby brother.  I hate to have to send her to Time Out for smothering her brother, yet again, because I know it's just because she was trying to hug and kiss his face off.  I cherish the bedtime routine we have of laying him next to her in bed right before Lights Out because it is when she is the most gentle and calm.  I lay him on one of her outstretched arms as she's lying down and she slowly cuddles into him, kisses his cheeks and nestles her head next to his.  She's already a fantastic big sister, even though she's a little rough right now.

Her screaming from infancy has mellowed quite a bit.  It's not completely gone, but we've seen a huge improvement over the last few months.  She still likes to throw fits though and talking it out logically to her still doesn't phase her reactions.  Now that she speaks, I can't blame her frustration on not being able to relate what she wants; she just doesn't deal well with not getting what she wants.  It actually really surprises me that she still reacts this way because she's had plenty of experiences where we don't give in to what she wants after we tell her "no."  My theory is that somewhere, somehow we gave-in once and she thinks it will happen again.  Lab rats come to mind....

EZRA:


The littlest bundle of cuteness in home is seriously the easiest baby ever!  He is fussy only when he is 1.) hungry, 2.) tired, or 3.) when he has a dirty diaper.  He's so predictable, which is something I'm really grateful for in this house full of hormones.  We just took him to his 2 month checkup and the doctor says that most everything is looking great.  He's got a slight case of torticollis, where his neck muscles aren't fully strengthened on one side so his head droops.  She says that we can try physical therapy with him and possibly avoid the need for a helmet later on (which would just be cosmetic for the resulting flat head.)  So we're stretching those neck muscles a little more each day so he doesn't have to wear one.

He is eating well, sleeping well (just one feeding in the middle of the night now,) and coo's and smiles after eating.  Little by little our niño is growing into the 50th percentile for weight, which is better than before.  He might be a smaller little guy because the head circumference is in the 30th percentile and his height is oddly enough in the 14th percentile.  (I actually suspect that they measured his height incorrectly because it seemed surprising to the doctor, too.)  The doc also told me that he will be an early walker--I know I should take that with a grain of salt--because his motor skills are advanced.  I'm guessing he's going to be a "Qiana" with a "Siena" face. :)

Well, there's that.  The quickest, most accurate description of the kiddos from my perspective.  And what, it only took me an HOUR to write it?!  See what I mean about blogging?  It's crazy-great for journaling purposes, but not so great when you're trying to squeeze in every last minute of extra sleep.  Totally worth it tonight, though.

Whitney Houston and Me

The other day I took the kids to the park and while the girls played to their hearts content, I strolled around the perimeter with Ezra in tow.  An elderly woman was sitting on a park bench, and I hadn't paid much notice to her as I checked in with the girls for a sand castle update.  Later, as I was walking past her she spoke up and asked me if I always speak to my children in Spanish.  After I affirmed it, she went on to tell me how essential that language is here and asked how I learned it.  I told her that we are a mixed family and that Juan is originally from Mexico.

"My daughters are both married to people of a different race," she said.  "I don't know why, but they are attracted to that sort of thing."

(Before you get all offended and everything, I have to say that I don't think she said that with bad feelings, rather the opposite.  After talking with her longer, I came to realize how much she appreciated diversity.)

It made me think of why I was so attracted to Juan.  Of course, there is a multitude of reasons but one of them was simply that he had beautiful dark skin.  My mind wandered to a conversation I recently had with my mom about my childhood.  She reminded me that my first Barbie doll was black, as per my particular request.  I named her Whitney, because it also happened that Whitney Houston was my favorite singer.  (Side note: she was my favorite singer because besides being AWESOME, one of my earliest memories was of me singing to a Whitney Houston tape that my parents got for free in the mail.)  Also, when American Girl babies were all the rage, my sisters and I each got to choose one out.  While they chose babies with the color of their skin (which I'm not saying is less cool,) the doll I chose was quite a few shades darker.  My mom told me that it caught her attention that I didn't choose dolls who looked like me.

Fast-forward about two decades and here I am with a mixed family.  Obviously, I too am "attracted to that sort of thing."  In the world I live, though, people are people and I love my white-as-white nephew just as much as the part-Hispanic one.  I wonder if there is something in one's personality that craves something they simply don't have, so-to-speak , or if there is another reason inter race attraction sometimes presents itself from childhood.  Anyway, those are my thoughts....

Evicted From the Premises

Okay, okay... it's not that bad. Since we are still humble renters and are at the beck and call of our landlord, we have found ourselves in an unfavorable position. She has decided to sell the house after we move, and is currently working with a realtor to get the job done. So we get the short end of the stick and must keep the house spic and span. This is a good habit, I agree, but it does come with some consequences I was not fully prepared for. For example, I can't leave out my towel to air dry after I shower so we are accruing a pile of moldy bath towels. Also, at the realtor's request, I have to make sure everyone is out of the house while someone is walking through. Now, I'm just given vague time frames indicating when the prospective buyers will be walking through the house, so I have to come up with 2 hour-long adventures for us homebodies. Today alone, we walked the river trail for an hour, went to visit animals at a farm, lounged in the shade of some trees down the street from our house, and played at the park. The girls were even a little exhausted by the end of it. Yesterday, we went to the dinosaur museum with Amber (who is in town visiting for her sister's wedding,) and had a picnic for dinner. It may not seem like much, but after a whole week of it, the time away from home adds up. It's so tiring! Tomorrow, we are going to find somewhere to go, but at this point "destinations" are running scarce, so I hope they sell the house soon. On a different note, we lucked out because Harper is staying with us temporarily while he starts his new job and looks for housing. The girls are loving the "sleepovers" we are hosting, since they love entertaining. It's great to be able to see more of him. Update on Ez: He is on the brink of smiling for real. I love it! Also, the poor baby has been struggling with gas issues. He just gulps so much air while he drinks that it upsets his little tummy. Hopefully it goes away so he can enjoy life again. Usually, he is so placid and easygoing, so seeing him cry is pretty upsetting to me. Qiana, bless her heart, loves her little brother so much and wants to play with him all the time; however, she usually takes it a little far. Today, I think she head-butted him trying to kiss his cheek and he started to bawl. The pobresito had real tears! She started crying too, once I scolded her, but I think it was because she felt bad for doing it. Hopefully he makes it through Qiana's rough toddler years.

High School Class Reunion

Normally when someone speaks of their high school 10 year reunion, you might expect to hear something like, "Wow, I can't believe it's been this long!" But in my case, I totally CAN believe it. There is a ton of proof: I am no longer in denial of the wrinkles between my eyebrows nor the stretch marks everywhere else. Ten years is a third of my life! So, yeah... I can believe it's finally time for that reunion.

The only reason I'm writing this is so I can acquit myself of repeating the familiar phrase, "There is absolutely NO way I'm going to that reunion." I will be attending, in a sort of way, through this blog post. There is a Facebook page for the Class of 2002, and if anyone wonders (doubtedly) what Stacia has been up to, they may want to click that link to the trusty ol' blog. They will end up here, and I can catch them up without making them listen to the whole spiel face to face. If you are one of those people, and are already bored.... Stop reading! ....Now! Really, my feelings won't be hurt. And just to make myself clear, I'm not avoiding the reunion because I don't want to see everyone, it's simply because I probably have the best life out of everyone and don't want to make them feel bad. (I hope you caught the hidden "LOL" in that... my husband just read that and told me someone might take it seriously.)

Okay, to start the synopsis of the last ten years of my life, we begin at BYU-I in Rexburg, ID. No, it's not because I didn't get accepted to BYU- Provo... truth is I didn't even apply there. After good ol' Mr. Bigo's class I knew I wanted a career in something botanical and BYU-I had a great program. So I got my Bachelor's degree in Horticulture and started my own wedding floral design business. It was pretty successful, which surprised not only myself, but probably my worried parents too, who wondered why their daughter chose to pursue an unlikely career. After an experience of a lifetime at a study abroad in Europe, I found myself transferring to the Provo campus to finish my last year of undergrad with my boyfriend: the tall, dark and handsome Juan Chavez. To make a long, mushy love story short, he proposed and we got married. After working in the floral industry while Juan finished his degree in Business Finance, I gave birth to a sweet baby girl, Siena. Two weeks after she was born, we moved out to Philadelphia where Juan was starting dental school at Temple University. That was like moving to a foreign country for me, but I grew up fast and learned a ton about other people, as well as myself. While there, we experienced a schload of new things. We learned how to use public transportation (believe me, that is a shock for everyone who moves from Provo to a big city;) we opened our eyes to world cuisine which started a whole "foodie" thing for our family; we made friends with people from all walks of life; our home was broken into and robbed (which shouldn't have surprised us... we are talking about West Philly for heaven sakes;) we traveled all up and down the East Coast; another tiny cutie, Qiana, was born into our family; and we made it to graduation day. Luck had it that Juan was accepted into a general practice residency in Utah, so we made the cross-country move and have loved the year that we have been able to spend here close to family again. Three weeks ago, we welcomed a new addition to our family… little Ezra. Juan is thrilled because he isn't outnumbered quite as much now. The latest happenings are that we are looking into dental practices in both Park City, UT as well as Dallas, TX to start his career. Who knows where we will end up? Either way, we are happy and feel very blessed.

Well, there you have it. (Now exonerate me from not attending the reunion!)

One Week

Ezra turned one week old yesterday. He's still just as cute and cuddly and is growing more and more aware of his surroundings as well as less and less lethargic. There is a lot less going on around the house because I've decided it really is smart to take it easy. Unfortunately, I learn that the hard way by the end of Week One with ALL of my pregnancies (this one included.) It gets a little hard to sit back and relax when the house gets destroyed by two cuties using their imagination. I've been very blessed to have so many good friends and family lending a hand. (Your generosity has been very much appreciated!!! The girls have both made the transition as well as could be expected; Siena took to Ezra like a mother hen, but Qiana had a much harder time adjusting. Really, she is still making the adjustment. She does love her brother, she just wants to be the baby of the family still. Potty training is a no-go right now but I have hopes that it will get done before her third birthday. The sleepless nights are better than I had expected maybe because I hyped myself up for it. The harder adjustment so far is the morning wake-up routine. There is no "sleeping an extra 10 minutes" anymore. ;)

News to mention:

Siena started her Zumba class last Thursday and it is so cute to watch!

Qiana tells Juan that she doesn't like "those things" on his face. (whiskers)

I am learning how to type in the iPad a little faster, change boys' diapers a little better, and how to multitask at 3 am by reading my magazines while pumping for Ez's next meal.

Juan is getting more and more contacts in Dallas, which is exciting. Unfortunately, I'm growing more and more uneasy about living there because of all the tornadoes. (Today there was a devastating tornado in that area.) Sticking with our motto, I will sign off by saying we will "Study it out, Make a decision, and Que sera, sera!"

Ezra Aksel Chavez

This little guy pretty much melts my heart. Isn't he the perfect combo of little Siena and little Qiana in boy form?

He came after 11 hours of active labor at 2:10 pm. He weighed 7 lbs. 1 oz. and was 19" long. (I'm so glad that those nightmares of a 12 lb. baby didn't come true!) Dr. Christina Milan delivered him, as Dr. Stephanie Wilder was away. They broke my water and just let my body do the work, rather than give me Pitocin. This was a new thing for me because the process had been artificially sped up with both Qiana and Siena. Luckily I had an epidural to keep me comfortable. Speaking of the epidural, it was a little off when they threaded the tube through my spine, so only the left side of my body was numb. I was panicking a bit because I know I have a very low pain threshold and I hadn't prepared myself for the possibility of an au natural birthing experience. Luckily, the nurse attending me was able to calm my fears and showed me the magic little button where I could up the dosage of drugs. Once she turned me onto my right side, gravity did its thing and I numbed up to the point where I could no longer feel the contractions anywhere. After a few hours of just waiting in the delivery room, and feeling no sensations whatsoever from my waist to my knees, I found myself really short of breath. I was so confused! I hadn't been doing "anything" so why did I feel exhausted? They (Juan and the nurse) had to remind me of how much work my body was doing and that it was normal to feel like that. Just as they had calmed me down and as Juan was about to step out to get a bite to eat at the cafeteria, my body started hyperventilating. I use the words "my body" instead of "me" because I was conscious enough to know that I was hyperventillating, but absolutely could not muster the strength to combat it with deep breathing. My hands numbed up and temporarily locked into a weird position, as well as my face. I couldn't breath because it felt that the lump in my throat was covering the entire air passageway. The nurse called in the anaesthesia team and a couple more nurses (from what I could gather, since I couldn't open my eyes,) and they all checked me for signs that something happened with the epidural. Luckily, Juan was right there and his firm grip on my hand helped me calm down from the emotional/hormonal rollercoaster ride my body was on. After a few minutes and a lot of extremely concentrated efforts to breath deeply, things started to look better. The baby was doing fine still and the nurse kept me well-informed as to the state of labor I was in. After that "fit" I was so exhausted so everybody told me it would be a good time to rest since I would need to start pushing soon. The second they told me that, my heart started racing for excitement and I felt a renewed sense of strength; I insisted that if he was ready and set, I would be able to exert every last ounce of energy I had to finish the job that minute. We all got ready, and once the next contraction hit, the last sprint of the run had begun. Coaching me through it, Juan, the doctor, and the nurse hyped me up enough to get it done by the fourth contraction.

And there he was.

Perfect. Little. Ezra.

It's always a surreal experience and I'm so grateful everything went smoothly. He is such a perfect, hairy, beautiful little baby! Nursing him has been a breeze so far, which has always been the most challenging part for me. My body is definitely doing what it should to recover, however painful or uncomfortable it still is. However, I feel as though this recovery will be a lot easier than the others. I'm so grateful to our families who have been supportive by the hospital visits, babysitting the girls, and their words of encouragement. And we've had some visits from friends and family here at the hospital that have meant so much to me. Thank you to everyone!!! We love you!

   

And We Come to You LIVE From the Hospital Bed...

(Wow, that last post was quite the segue into this one.) It's true, I am in REAL labor! The "Too-Excited-to-Sleep-Even-Though-It's-6:30am" kind of labor. I woke up around 3:10 this morning (exactly one week from the False Alarm,) and had to really time out my contractions before we called my mom to come up from Salem to watch the sleeping girls. Luckily, I was a little more sure of the type of pain I was experiencing--not 100% by any means, but more inclined to think so-- and we made preparations again for the hospital stay.

It has come down to a mere matter of hours now.

Eeeeek! I'm so excited!

Funny Story About Monday

Last Monday was supposed to be an ordinary day. It ended like an ordinary day, but it started much differently.

I woke up at 4:04 am with contractions. I had been having them on and off for a few days, but this time they were accompanied by back pain and were more frequent. I lay there for about 30 minutes before I alerted Juan to the possibility that I was going into labor. This is precisely what happened when I went into labor with Qiana, so we did what was natural and took our sweet time getting ready while I decided if it was legit or not. I showered, straightened my hair, gussied myself up, and started mopping the kitchen floor. Juan got ready and started cleaning out the crisper drawer of the refrigerator. (We're super-cool for "nesting", right?!)

When Juan's parents got there, we took off for the hospital. We got there a little after 7 am and checked in with the nurses at Emergency OB. After they hooked me up to monitors and checked the baby, we all started playing the waiting game. I still needed to dilate one more centimeter to be admitted into Labor and Delivery. None of us thought it would take long because I had dilated and effaced so fast since the contractions started. Boy oh, boy, were we in for a wait. After a hour, they checked and I hadn't progressed at all. They decided to hook me up to the IV anyway for antibiotics, and let me wait a little longer.

And a little longer.

And yet, longer.

...nothing.

So after a bout of tears and an unsuccessful attempt to convince the doctors to induce me that moment, we left the hospital. Still dilated to 4 cm and 90% effaced, I am writing this four days later.

Yeah, it's been a LONG week. Once you start going into labor, your mind first goes to thinking "Yay! Baby is on his way!" Then, after an hour or two in the hospital you think, "Okay, this will probably be official in a few hours, so I'll get my mass text ready to send." After a few more hours have passed, you start thinking a little more rationally and ease your mind by thinking, "Well, even if he doesn't come right now, it won't be long. Maybe by tonight? But certainly, since labor has already started it shouldn't be long now." Once you get the news that they want you to go back home and wait until the contractions get a little more intense, you hyperventilate and search every corner of your mind for a way you can hurry up the process. "I can take things in my own hands!," you foolishly think. After a relatively good night's rest, you settle down, apathetically accepting that the baby is not coming anytime soon; then you try (TRY, TRY, TRY) to go along your daily business as if nothing happened in the first place. It does get easier, but there are always the thoughts in the back of your mind, "What just happened?!," and "Will today be the day?".

The best thing that works to keep your spirits high is to have a lot of diversions throughout the day. Luckily, there were many things that kept me relatively distracted this week. The very next day was my birthday and my sister and cousins threw me a baby shower. I had all morning to clean the house, which was the closest feeling of "in control" that I'd felt since the trip to the hospital. Then on Wednesday, I was part of a performance for the Spanish branch in which we depicted the parable of the ten virgins. I was part of the "gringa choir" and sang a solo (scariest thing I've done in a long time!,) two duets and a few more group numbers. It was something we had been working on since January, so In retrospect, I'm really glad I was there for that. Thursday I took the girls out to the park for a picnic, and the rest of the day flew by. Siena had a little dance performance that night as a culminating experience for her time in community pre-ballet and tumbling. So cute! If I can get my act together, I'll try to post the video we took. She's quite the little diva *sigh*.

Today has been a long day, but not too overwhelming. Tonight we went out to eat with Juan's parents and let loose with a little karaoke. Yes, ladies and gentlemen... our very own Juan even joined me at the mic. He is quite the crooner, despite his attempts to hide it.

Now my thoughts are turned back to the coming of the baby. When will he finally get here? I know that my impatience is what is keeping labor at bay. It wasn't until tonight that I realized that there are only so many things you can do, only so much power you have and assuming you can take over nature is like claiming you are God. Luckily, I had an "Aha!" moment; I now realize that My Heavenly Father knows how disappointed we were last Monday and He knows how uncomfortable and sometimes painful it has been lately to maneuver my body. Until I confessed His hand and His timing, I wasn't happy. My situation hasn't changed since Monday, but (finally!) my attitude has and I've been able to handle it much better remembering that there is a grander scheme. Sometimes the ONLY thing to help you is the reassurance of God's particular love for you and His constant presence in your life, though it sometimes seems as if you are the only one who really feels your grief.

In Like a Lion

March has been a fast month and it's going to be over before we know it!

First, Juan interviewed in Coeur d'Alene, ID for a job last week. After a lot of research, the visit and countless prayers we've decided NOT to take the job and are starting a new search in the great state of Texas. Luckily, we have a few months before his residency is up. He's interviewing in Denver next week for Comfort Dental, a dental chain where job opportunities in Texas are overflowing. It also looks as if he's going to fly out to Dallas sometime in April. Who knows, Bebe and I might tag along.

Speaking of Baby, we've broken bad habits and have pretty much decided on a name before the last day at the hospital. We're pretty sure we'll call him Ezra Aksel Chavez. The girls are already calling him by name when they speak to my tummy. I've been having a lot of symptoms of early labor these last couple of weeks, but who knows when he'll actually make his debut. Personally, I was hoping he'd wait clear up until his due date to come because I'm still kind-of freaking out that I'm going to be in charge of three children... 3! However, Siena and Qiana have both been hit really hard with the coming realization that a new person is going to take up most of my attention. Siena has demonstrated this with an increase in whining, crying and freaking out at the slightest upset while Qiana has reverted back to pre-potty trained behavior. Add a sleep-deprived, impatient mother into the mix (ahh, the endless nights of back pain will not be missed...) and you've got a recipe for disaster. So, in short, all of these things have pushed me into thinking that it might not be so bad for Ezra to come sooner. I really, really, really could use a couple days in bed where people wait on me and bring me red jello.

Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic for this little boy to come to our family. These are just little tidbits that I'm thinking of at this moment. I know the frustration will pass, as it always has. We really are blessed with so many moments of happiness that I have no room to complain.

Celebrating Dr. Seuss' Birthday!

For fun, we had a Dr. Seuss Day today in honor of what would be his 108th birthday. It was a last-minute thing, but the girls enjoyed every second. We first watched a couple of "Cat In The Hat" episodes on PBS during their C.i.t.H. Marathon, then dashed off to the library to read some of his books. Upon returning home, we played some online Dr. Seuss games (like "Hop on Pop" and "Help the Cat in the Hat Clean up a Mess!") Finally, we read "Green Eggs and Ham" for the first time and they really got into it. For lunch, we cooked up a ham steak and green eggs. It was too funny to watch their faces as they saw green eggs dished onto their plates. They were confused, but you could see the lightbulb turn on and the puzzlement turned to beaming smiles. After naptime, I think we'll make some white and red striped hats or something of the sort....

Being a mom can be really, really fun.

(Warning: Bragging Away)

I was looking through the pages of Siena's notebook she's been drawing in and found this. I am in awe of her intelligence. There's no question where she gets her smarts--Papi. She only missed two letters and the girl is only 4 years old, people!

Pardon the Post

This is going to be quick and boring, but I feel like I should post. We're in Limbo. Again. Still looking for jobs, but at least Juan has a couple interviews next month. He's looking at Coeur d'Alene, ID and Dallas, TX right now. We'll see what ends up happening.

*Something a little disturbing happened today. Okay, I lied. It's VERY disturbing. Juan got stuck with a needle today. Now, this is not so great because the patient could have any number of diseases (HIV, Hepatitis, etc. come to mind.) I'm kind-of freaking out but Juan is staying pretty calm about it. We'll see what happens when the blood-test results come back....

Hmmmm, what else can I write about?

It's been a long time since I shared a great recipe. We've been loving this one lately because our local market has had tilapia fillets on sale the last couple of weeks. You know it's good when you make it TWICE within 8 days.

One Pan Tilapia Fish Tacos with 5 Minute Mole

So there you go. Eat fish this week.

*UPDATE: Thankfully, the test results did come back Negative. Breath of relief!

More Tidbits to Remember

When Siena gets mad at me, she tells me that "Papi is [her] favorite!" Now, Qiana has picked up on it and yesterday while I was away, she told Juan that "Mami is [her] favorite" because he got upset with her.

Also something funny that Qiana says:

"Mami, can I kick the baby?" (This translates to, "Mommy, can I feel the baby kick?")

...and she calls Family Home Evening, Noche de Jugar. This is only funny if you understand Spanish. It's really called Noche de Hogar, but she switches the words and says "play" instead of "home". What a sweetie pie.

V-day of Ultimate Cheese

Valentine's Day started and ended so well this year. Besides a little fall down the stairs the off-balanced pregnant lady had, it couldn't have gone better. (I'll spare you pictures of the massively bruised leg... sympathy please!) ;) The day started with a visit from GRANDMA! My mom came up with bags full of goodies. She and the girls made cute little heart cakes and cupcakes, which they later frosted and decorated. The girls were in sugary, Valentine's Day heaven! What a fun morning we all had together!

(Siena's prized heart cake)

Juan and I discussed our plans for Valentine's Day this year, but decided to just keep it simple, super cheap and time-efficient since it fell on a Tuesday. (We had watched an episode of The Middle, that made us laugh because it was SO how we were feeling this year.) Well, it was decided that each would plan a small gesture to pay homage to LOVE and the holiday so drenched in it. So we did; but rather than being disappointed or even slightly annoyed by the end of the day with our obligatory gift-giving, we found ourselves more than surprised and pleased with each other's offerings.

Let me introduce the eventual theme Juan decided on: THE ULTIMATE V-DAY CLICHE. He sent me texts with clues throughout the day on where to find my Valentine's Day gifts. These included all of the typical V-day gifts you hear of: a rose, box of chocolates, stuffed animal with candy, a mix tape, and jewelry (a plastic princess crown and wand set.) I'm pretty sure he found all of them at the Dollar Tree, which is right on track with this year's theme. I loved it because now I can check off that I've received all of those items on Valentine's Day. :)

The theme I decided on was: BABY, I'M HOT FOR YOU. (Don't worry, it's not scandalous.) And, as fate would have it... I also sent him on a silly scavenger hunt. His first clue was inside a box of Hot Tamales, which read:

The library is where you could take a look,

or instead just find 1 book.

It's not too high, and not too low,

just look where you cook,

low and slow.

This led him to the crock-pot where he found a book. When he opened to page 202, he found most of the words blacked out with a Sharpie, leaving a... ummm... profound love poem. It was totally hilarious because I only had so much to work with given the words I had before me on those pages. We laughed together as he attempted to read it aloud. The next clue was on the book marker, and it read:

Olives + juice wouldn't make a nice treat,

but an edible SMACKAROO would taste really sweet.

To find this snack, you should aspire

to look in a HOT PLACE, where else?

The _ _ _ _ _!

It took him a while to get this one, but once he finally realized it was the DRYER, he found his next gift-- a big Hershey's Kiss out of Rice Krispies. Lame, I know, but it was the perfect vessel for his next clue:

You can't heat a house with just desire.

In days of old they had places for fire.

Today is different, in terms of HOW;

we keep our house warm with THIS now.

He figured out it was the furnace almost instantly, and when he got there, he saw a little frame with a Valentine's Day card inside from me and the girls. Again, lame... but it was something silly for him to laugh at and I knew he didn't have high expectations. It was of our thumb prints, drawn into little people with the saying, "3 little {thumb} bodies love you!" (Thank you, Pinterest... and by the way, he did laugh.)

I made him an Italian dinner, going along with our "cheesy" theme. Lasagna Rolls, Spinach and Artichoke-stuffed Portobellos, crusty bread, and Virgin Apple-Cranberry Bellinis. Instead of having to make dessert, I relied on the little heart cakes my mom made with the girls. It was perfect!

After dinner, Juan played the "mix tape" he made and the girls put on an impromptu Valentine's Day ball (to which Juan and I were invited as special guests.) They had already changed into dress-up clothes to match the new crowns and princess jewels I bequeathed upon them, and requested that we change into our formal attire as well. Siena even went as far as to tell Juan exactly which suit, shirt and tie she wanted him to wear. Then she asked me if I had any flowers left over from a wedding I did a few days ago. Why? Well, Juan needed a boutonniere, of course! Once his flower was pinned in place, the dance started and we were all whisked away to the girls' fantasy land of princes and princesses. It was such a big deal to those little girls, that Juan and I couldn't help but play along. THAT is a memory I want to keep forever.

News, Projects and Quotes

News:

Well, the end of January finally came and went and we now have an answer on Oral Surgery Residencies. Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you want to take it,) Juan was not accepted into a program. There are two open positions left in the country waiting to be filled and he's applied for them, but since odds are not in our favor we are looking for jobs now. It's kind-of exciting! As to where we are looking, it's pretty much anywhere in the West so we can be closer to family.

On to projects:

I've officially decided on the direction we are going to go with the baby boy's room... classic nautical. Colors are brick red, navy, off-white, light blue and yellow accents. It is fun coming up with ideas. These are the quilts I've come up with for the room, so there's a start.

Throw quilt for the rocking chair (my project):

Quilt that my amazing mother is making for his crib:

I haven't been feeling very crafty most of my pregnancy, until a few days ago. That's when the project bug hit. I think it's because we got the Residency MATCH results that day and I had nothing else to keep my mind in a frenzy anymore. So the projects I've completed so far are:

• traveling baby changing pad
• 3 bibs
• pacifier holder
• taggie toy (for a friend and her baby)

It's not much, but it has been quite therapeutic making things out of scraps of fabric. The girls have been very interested in sewing lately, too. They just love it when I pull out the fabric squares for a quilt I may never make because each square is a different fabric pattern and none really go together. They make patterns and "quilts" out of each bundle. I hope their love of crafts sticks....

Quotable:

When I asked Qiana yesterday what name she wanted for the baby, she said "Sandy". Our neighbor, Sandee, is one of Qiana's best friends so that's probably where she got it. I just think it's sweet and funny of her to want to bestow that name on her brother. I also asked her what she was going to teach her brother when he grows up. She said without hesitation, "Jumping Jacks, and futbol, and basketball." So excited to see them all become little friends!

What They're Saying

I was reminded again today that I NEED to write down the funny things the girls say. So here goes:

Siena is always telling me that if we eat too much candy or cake, we'll get "tummy eggs".

Qiana is very ritualistic. Whenever we're sitting there waiting for her to go to the potty, she says, "Beso grande, si?" Then she'll pull my head towards hers and plant a wet kiss on my nose, wipe it off, plant another one on my cheek and will wipe that off too.

Another thing Qiana says in a matter-of-fact way is "No decimos 'What da heck!' No, no, no. Sol'mente decimos 'What da'!"

Siena started offering things (toys, food... just about anything) to Qiana, just to turn around and reject her by saying apologetically, "Perdon." Now, it's something Qiana does back to her.

The Best Post-Christmas Activity

By FAR the best thing we did after Christmas was go through my parents' basement to collect all our random boxes that we didn't want to haul from house to house. In them we found keepsakes, yearbooks, a lot of useless junk we used to treasure and one very dingy shoebox overflowing with letters. This box was from my college years in Idaho and most of the letters were written from my family and missionary friends (including Juan.) As I've been reading each one, I've been transported back a decade to when little ol' freshman Stacia had worries of different kinds and a lot of unnecessary drama. It's hilarious to imagine what I wrote my family to provoke such, um, interesting replies. Reading these letters has also given me a glimpse into the lives of each person at that time, and although I can see a huge difference in maturation, each person still has the same "quirks" they had back then. It really makes me laugh.

For example, in a letter from Chad to me, it reads:

"Dear Stacia, I just talked to Colton He asked what I wanted for Cristmas. Harper was teasing Mom just barly. Today was State Confrens. I went camping Friday. I saw a bull elk." (sic)

An excerpt from a letter from Sierra: (picture really cutsie handwriting, as that was "her thing")

"On friday I got to watch Monster's Inc. during school. Lucky me! Love, Sierra

p.s. do you like my new "E"s and "a"s?

p.p.s. I love you (followed by a drawing of an eye, a heart, and a smiley face)

p.p.p.s. I name all the people I draw.

p.p.p.p.s lots of p.s's huh?"

From a letter from Tristan:

"Today was Juan's farewell. His parents spoke and his sisters did a musical number. He also had time to say a few words and bear his testimony. He is a great young man. I sound so grownup when I say that, but it is so true."

Harper, classic Harper:

"Today is Fast Sunday and Mom is making us write you letters before we can eat dinner. I'm starving!"

The parents' letters were mostly filled with advice to their college girl and the rest of the family's schedule for the week. While nothing is really immature in their letters, I will say that I've decided we were a pretty RANDOM family. :) Being random was definitely something that we all found pretty humorous back then. I can't believe I saved all those letters, but I'm sure glad I did.

Last night Juan and I stayed up pretty late laughing at the comments in his high school yearbook. Some things people wrote are totally quotable:

"I hope to see your name on the doctors lists when I look one up!"

"Seriously, if I ever get into an accident, you would be the one I would want to put me into the ambulance."

"You are the freakin' man. I am glad I got to be good friends with you this year. We need to chill this summer and make c.d's at Brady's house. Call me a ton this summer and we'll cruise around."

"You are a definite hottie! FOR REAL! No, really, but you are totally awesome!"

"(in cute, girlie handwriting) Someday when we are both brain surgeons we should work [on] each other. That'd be cool. We are best friends. Don't forget. (heart)"

My, oh my. Jackpot of laughs.

Tatum's Baby Shower

It's about time I posted about a party..... Ha.

Okay, okay, I admit. There is a lot partying going on. Too much? Probably. But how can you stop with cute babies about to be born + the holidays?

Tatum, the cutest mom-to-be, is a cousin I feel proud to call my own. If her little girlie turns out to be anything like her, she'll be full of spunk and laughter, will sincerely care about others and will show it. It was so fun to get to throw her a baby shower with our other cuz, Nicole, a.k.a. World's Best Cupcake Queen.

I'm kicking myself for not getting a decent picture of Tatum. Oh, how I wish my camera could go back in time....

Thanksgiving 2011

Time for a pictorial catch-up:
THANKSGIVING DAY with CHAVEZ FAMILY





(This was taken a bit later, but still begs to be added to the blog.) Gracias to our little tripod for taking this pic. Can you believe it?!








































DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING- TREE HUNTING with CAMPS