The Joys of Parenthood

Rusty's grandma passed away last week and her funeral was on Monday. We have 9:00 church and on Sunday I went in to wake Conner up and he seemed so tired. Usually when I get him dressed it's like trying to catch a chicken running around (not that I've ever done that, but I can imagine it would be pretty hard) but that morning he just laid on my bed and let me dress him like when he was a little baby, which I'll admit, was kind of nice. I just figured he was tired and needed to wake up. We were all ready to go and I was standing with Conner in my bathroom giving myself a once over in the mirror before leaving when what happens? Conner threw up everything in his stomach. Luckily we were standing by the sink and I just aimed him in the right direction so nothing was too messy. Well needles so say we didn't go to church that day. He was sick off and on all day and mostly just wanted to cuddle with his daddy. (What a daddy's boy. Doesn't he understand that I'M the one who likes to cuddle?) And Conner is so not a cuddlier so he must have been really sick. I stayed home with him while Rusty went to the viewing that night, not sure if we would make it to the funeral the next day.

Well, when he woke up on Monday he was running around and I had to chase him like a chicken to get him dressed and everything seemed to be normal. So we figured it was a 24 hour thing and he was good now. And he was for the most part. He was great for the viewing before hand and even did really well for most of the talks at the funeral. (well, as good as any 1 1/2 year old can be sitting for over an hour) The funeral was good, but reeeeeally long. It was getting really hot in the chapel and all of the sudden Conner started whining and got cuddly with Rusty. Rusty held him on his lap for a few minutes and then, all of the sudden, he threw up all over the pew. There was that instantaneous moment of "uh, what do we do?" where we just froze trying to take in the situation. Then tissues and hankies were thrown to us from all directions and we started cleaning up as best we could with tissues. Rusty had gotten the brunt of it on his pants since he was holding Conner. As we were cleaning, he threw up again! I dropped all of my sick tissues, picked him up and made my way down the row (of course we were sitting smack dab in the middle) as everyone moved their legs out of the way. When we got to the isle he started throwing up again and we left a lovely trail all the way to the doors. Nice.

But apparently he felt much better afterward. In the bathroom I set him on the counter and as I wiped off his pants and shirt (the one day I forget to have extra clothes in my bag) and then cleaning myself off, he was just jibber jabbering and laughing like he was having the time of his life. Good thing he's so cute.

Rusty was a pal bearer and supposed to dedicate the grave site so we couldn't just leave and I didn't want to go by myself in case he threw up again while I was driving and couldn't do anything about it (not that he really had anything else in his stomach I'm sure) The nice RS ladies told me to go and they would clean up the chapel (so nice) and we went to the grave site and he was just fine.

LUCKily Rusty's grandpa was oblivious to the the whole thing. That was what I was worried most about, that we had totally ruined the funeral for him, but someone said to Rusty "looks like your pants got cleaned up" or something and his grandpa asked "What happened to your pants?"

Morals of the story?
1. If Conner wants to cuddle with you, BEWARE
2. Always ALWAYS have extra clean clothes. (I usually do, but I just forgot to check. dumb!)
3. No matter how bad of timing something is, it could have been worse. All of the grand kids got up and sang "I am a Child of God" and it could have been then. Or it could have been ON the people as were were walking to the isle. Instead he waited a few seconds. Thanks kid.
and 4. Being a parent is never boring.

Happy belated H-day

We had so much fun on Halloween this year. We ended up going to Orem where my parents succumbed to peer pressure from the neighbors and decorated. (last year they didn't do anything at all and boy did they hear about it) It was Conner's very first trick-or-treating experience and he had a blast! He did so good. We hit up probably 20 houses and he walked the entire time and only dropped his bucket once! not too shabby! But honestly, I think the I had just as much, if not MORE fun than he did. Whoever said that kid traditions become fun again when you have your own kids was totally right! Last year we didn't do much because if you remember, it rained like crazy and was about 3 degrees outside. So this year was much much better. (beware, tons of pictures to follow)

Ok, so let's first take a trip down memory lane and remember what he looked like last year for Halloween.  Crazy to think that he was just starting to think about crawling at that point...

Here he is taking in all of Grandma and Grandpa's craziness that is Halloween when we first got there.

Dancing to the music. He got pretty into it.

Observing his parent's grave sites.

Not quite sure what to think about Grandpa wolf-man.

Busy watching the witch flying.

I love his face in this one! haha

My parent's neighbors had this cool trick-or-treating mobile and since the universe revolves around Conner he just assumed that he could jump on and go with them...which he did.

Passing out candy with Grandma.

Trick-or-treading! Look at him so big!

By the end of the night he had T-O-T down to a science! He knew that you held your bucket out and people put stuff in it. And he also figured out by the end for the most part that you weren't supposed to go INSIDE the houses.

Well, we had so much fun with our second Halloween with Conner!