09 July 2012

We Have a Healthy Looking Baby #4!

If you hadn't heard yet, we're expecting baby #4 at the beginning of December. Today I had my 19 week ultrasound. They normally won't schedule the appointment until after 20 weeks at this clinic (b/c it's in the middle of Provo where there are LOTS of babies), but they made an exception for me since we are moving this week. The ultrasound tech said she got a good shot of the baby's gender, but was able to put the pic in an envelope without Benjamin reading it so that we can either have a "gender party" or just open it when we are together again with Ryan at the end of August. Stay tuned to find out what we're having! (Hoping for a boy... but can I say that out loud? Our potential daughter will get a complex if I'm not careful :)


28 June 2012

An Adventure on the Roof

A maintenance guy was on the roof to clear off all the stray balls. We were hoping our soccer ball would be located before we moved, but to no avail. Benjamin thought he needed to be in the stairwell when the guy went onto the roof and asked if he could go on the roof with him. I'm sure the guy didn't think Benjamin could reach up ~5 or 6 feet and scale the wall to get on the ladder, but he didn't know that Benjamin has been practicing. So, he told him that he could go up if he could get on the ladder (and if I said it was okay). He was surprised to see Benjamin climbing up behind him. I promised I wouldn't incriminate the maintenance guy by including details of the location of these photos so he wouldn't get in trouble with his boss for allowing Benjamin to go up on the roof.

16 June 2012

Platoon Marching Compitition


We practiced marching on and off for during Chaplain Initial Military Training (CIMT). This was supposed to take place a week earlier, but it kept getting delayed. My Platoon was the only one that stuck with standard military movements. The other three Platoons made it look like an interpretative dance. It made sense why they were spending so much time out there. It was frustrating to have it pitched as a military marching contest, to only see a bunch of silliness that was not remotely in the Field Manual (FM).