I need to announce this first important thing: I FINISHED P90X3. Air five to myself *slap* WHOO! I loved it so much I started it again this week! :D I have definitely seen results and I have felt more in shape, and stronger than I have since high school, I love it. I can actually do like two chin ups now (that's a pretty big deal for me, ha ha). Confession: I used to laugh at Jeremy when he flexed in the mirror all the time, he still does it, but I don't laugh now because I do it too. Ha ha! Hopefully someone appreciates my honesty here, I can't be the only girl who does that...I guess that's what happens when you want to see results everyday. I took before and after pictures, but I am not posting those on this blog. ha ha.
Jeremy and I went to his unit Christmas party this year in St. George, it was formal, no kids allowed...so we got to dress up!! :) I love seeing Jeremy in his dress uniform, he's just so sexy. They had dinner catered and then we all played this huge projected game of jeopardy that was ridiculous, way too embarrassing for me to participate. Every table was a team and one person had to go up on stage every time to get points to win. Jeremy was such a good sport, he went up most of the time! ha ha. He had to act like a reindeer with 11 other guys in front of everyone, another one he had to share a talent, so he beat boxed, and the one that won the entire game for our table was his dancing to "What Did the Fox Say?" ha ha! He was dancing right in front of his Major (who was the judge) and all the highest ranking guys in the unit and their wives...I wish I could have gotten it on camera, it was hilarious (it had to be good because he was competing with 11 other guys). After everyone sat down Major Henrie said, "Jarvis, I don't know what you do in front of the mirror all day, but those were some sweet moves." We got like $50 in gift certificates for a sports grill in St. George thanks to my husband. :) His hips are amazing. Way to not care what anyone thinks, babe.
Some pics from our trip down:
This boy's expressions, he is so handsome, I love him.
This slide is so worn that he has to like push himself down it, so I can't stop myself from laughing whenever he goes down, it's hilarious.
This year we didn't put up a tree, we just helped Grandma and Grandpa Brown decorate theirs. :) We just weren't home enough this month to justify all the work getting our Christmas stuff out, maybe we are just lame. :l ha ha.
Here is another story from the past little while, this one is almost unbelievable...
Jeremy, myself, my sister Jen, and my parents all went to the temple while we were down one weekend to do some sealings, we had some family names that needed to be done. We have done sealings many times, so it was no big deal for any of us and we had used the elevator to get to the third floor many times as well. Well, it was a super, super busy day at the temple. There was a line for the elevator, so we went up to find another elevator and found out there wasn't another one...so, we stood in line for the same elevator, but on the 2nd floor. We pressed the "up" button and waited, the doors opened and it was already full, so they closed again. We pressed "up" again, then this very large Samoan woman kind of pushed her way through and started jamming the "down" button. It was a little weird because usually people are really considerate in the temple, but we all just kind of waited silently. The doors opened and the lady got on even though it was going up, we decided to get on too, so the elevator was really full.
We were all shoulder to shoulder, it was so cramped and it was really hot. The doors closed and suddenly, the elevator dropped, then went back...at this point, I started freaking out, the walls were closing in and my claustrophobia was about to explode, I just started breathing really deeply, trying to keep control of myself. The elevator thunked again, it was so scary. The Samoan woman was praying out loud, and there was a girl in the back sobbing. They tried to press the "open doors" button, but the whole board had gone dark and there was no power. Some guy cracked a joke about how long it might take someone to notice we were stuck in there and get some firefighters. I didn't think it was funny at all. The elevator thunked one more time. I really thought we might die, that the brakes wouldn't hold and we would crash to the basement in this overcrowded, hot elevator. All I could think about was my little boys, and tried to put all my trust in Heavenly Father. I was terrified. My dad was standing in front of the doors and he tried to push his fingers between the doors to force them open, at first it looked like they were stuck, but after he kept trying he finally pulled them open, we were only down about a foot and half from the floor we left, so everyone jumped out really fast, except this Mexican guy who kept trying to get the button to work...? ha ha. The experience really impacted me. No one else in my family thought they would die, they were uncomfortable, and my mom prayed that it would stop so we could get out, but, for me, it was life changing. I think Heavenly Father needed to teach me something that day, and I'm really grateful we were all able to get out quickly and didn't have to wait for firemen to come rescue us. I think it was Jen who mentioned that we lost our chance to see if firemen had to be temple worthy to come in though. Dang. Hopefully there won't be a next time to find out! I'm not sure I can ever get on that old elevator again, ever. We calculated it and decided it was holding double the capacity it should have been, but still, I'm afraid now. That was terrifying.
Moral of the story: I guess if you die in the temple it's the best place you could ever go from, right? ;p
Real moral of the story: "Be still and know that I am God." - That is my all time favorite scripture, just saying it in my mind brings me so much peace and calm and it is one scripture that came to mind during this experience.
An update on Beckham:
Beckham will be 19 months in about a week. I can't believe it! I feel like at this age I still felt like Bridger was a baby, but maybe it's because Beckham is the 2nd and he has an older brother, but he seems so little-boyish already. Maybe that's why I can't cut his hair, because it's one of the things that still makes him seem really babyish still, that and his tasty rolls. :)
He eats with a fork and a spoon for pretty much every meal, I never have to feed him anymore unless he is getting distracted and I am worried he will be hungry, but it's not that he needs my help...he actually wants to do it himself and gets upset if I try to help most of the time. I make a protein shake with spinach and banana every morning after my workout and I put it in a cup with a straw, he will NOT allow me to help him hold the straw still, he had to figure it out and now he does it himself everyday.
He is talking SO good. He can say pretty much whatever I ask him to say, orange, blue, night-night, blankie, binky, drink, socks, shoes, there it is, and so on... I can't really list all the things he can say anymore... ha ha. He can point to all of his body parts, but he doesn't think it's that fun to do.
He really loves shoes. Loves them. Even if we are just at home, he will follow me around with his shoes until I put them on him, saying "shoes, shoes, shoes," then he will just run around in them all day. He just loves them so much. He giggles when I put them on because he's so happy, ha ha.
He still loves his blankies, so much. They make him sleepy, but he loves cuddling them. I have started making him leave them in his crib, but if he could, he would drag them everywhere and cuddle them all day. When we get them for nap (he has to have both) he giggles and cuddles them as he nurses, then when he lays down in his crib, he hands them to me and giggles while I cover him up with them. It's really cute, it makes me want to kiss him all over.
He was still waking up in the night until last night, wanting to nurse. I say last night because last night is the first time he has slept through the night, ever, and he's 18 months! Traveling has made it really difficult for us, we kept trying to wait until we would be home for more than a few days to really work on sleeping, but for the last four months we just haven't been home. Finally, Jeremy and I decided that since this is the only weekend we would be home for the next month he would start going in every time he woke up instead of me. It worked so well! No crying for my baby boy, when he would wake up and fuss, Jeremy would just lay him down and cover him with his blankets again and he would go to sleep. The first night he woke up five times, the 2nd night 4 times, the 3rd night 3 times, and last night he slept all night! I hope he continues to do well and that our traveling this week doesn't mess it up. I am really glad that it was such a smooth transition for him, I just couldn't stand to let him cry all night, so I feel really good about this way (this is what we did with Bridger, too, and it worked awesome).
He just had his 18 month appointment and was 25.5 pounds, his weight and height were in the 70th percentile and his head circumference was 65th, all of that is normal for him. He doesn't like going to the doctor, though, he remembers the shots...so this time he was terrified! It's kind of sad. :l Poor little guy.
