We are expanding...I mean expecting

Baby Harris #3 will make his/her debut sometime in July. So far, so good. There have already been many, many doctors appointments with many, many different doctors and lots of complaining and whining on my part, but the baby is looking healthy, which was our biggest concern. I have my first anatomical scan in 4 weeks and we can get a much better look then--including perhaps a gender shot! Keep your fingers crossed that things are developed enough to see what this little one is!

With all of the inconvenient doctors visits comes some perks: I have been approved for a new pump and we are working on approval from my insurance company for the brand new Guardian Real Time System by Medtronic. This is such a cool and helpful break through for individuals with diabetes. The Guardian REAL-Time System glucose sensor is a tiny electrode inserted under the skin that measures glucose levels in the interstitial fluid found between the body’s cells. It does this every 5 minutes and sends the reading directly to your pump so you can track what your readings have been and in doing so completely prevent hypoglycemia. Anyone can see how this would be helpful to someone suffering from diabetes, let alone a pregnant woman. Say your prayers that Blue Cross Blue Shield sees the benefits I would reap from this amazing new break through and that they grant our petition to cover this. If you want to know more about the GRTS, you can read here.

Anyway, that's the news. I will post some 3D ultrasound pics when I get them (I think they will do it with the anatomical scan in 4 weeks).

Oh How I Miss My Secret Shame!!!

GREY'S ANATOMY!!!!

I LOVE this show! On Thursday nights the kids go to bed early and I lock myself in my bedroom (literally, I lock the door so as not to be disturbed!) and enjoy this show. My love for this show can be compared to my love for Micheal Bolton--it makes me want to scream in excitement.

I HATE that Grey's is all reruns lately. Seriously, this writers strike has got to end. I can't stand it anymore. I have to know what is going to happen with McDreamy and Meredith, the Izzie, George, Calli drama (which I hate, by the way--Izzie and George are idiots!), and Mc Steamy and the new Beast of a heart surgeon (her name escapes me at the moment). I may have to resort to renting the seasons in order and watching them through again. My all time favorite episode is the season two finale where Izzie's love, Denny dies. It is so intense and sad! I have seen it probably 6 times and I bawl my eyes out every time. I don't think you understand, not just cry, but the full out UGLY CRY where there is sobbing and gulping for air and indescribable noises that are just, well, ugly! The mascara down my face I look like that chic from Heroes, cry. Brad walked in on it once and walked right back out--I think he was a little scared for my mental well being!

I am all worked up just thinking about all the reruns now! UGH! Give those writers what they want so you can give viewers like me what I want: MORE GREY'S ANATOMY!

Oh, and one more thing, I am now taking applications for a viewing partner. I need someone who loves this show as much as I do to watch with. Brad just doesn't understand (who can blame him?!) and I need someone who will go get the remote for me after I throw it at the TV when something I don't agree with happens. Email me your Grey's Anatomy resume and I will take it into consideration.

My Reality Show Gets Better!

Finding a bench at church yesterday was a task. We ended up sitting on the right hand side, 2 benches from the front. The bishopric sits on the right side. The pulpit is has a pretty good view of the right side of the chapel.

The kids were their usual selves--having a hard time being reverent, couldn't sit still, talking loudly, doing what young kids do at church. Reese has especially been having a hard time this last month or so. She just can't sit still and is such a busy body. When she doesn't get her way she lets out the loudest, most wretched scream. Well, yesterday at church she was very upset at mom and dad because we wouldn't let her go to other benches and harass it's reverent occupants. I tried to distract her, play with her, really do anything to prevent the scream but it wasn't happening. So, I decide it's time Reesie is taken out into the hall. I stand up, turn around and start walking down the aisle in the chapel towards the rear doors. Two steps into it I realize that something doesn't feel quite right. I inconspicuously feel my shirt--it's long and where it should be. Nope, that wasn't it. Something still feels wrong. I reach and feel for my skirt. IT IS DOWN AROUND MY BOTTOM! NOT AT MY WAIST! Here I am hauling a mad, loud 27 pound child out with my skirt down around my butt where the bishopric and all the speakers cans see! Oh lovely! I didn't notice a pause in the talk, so maybe, just maybe, the speaker missed it. I am tempted to ask the bishopric's wives if their husbands saw anything "out of the ordinary" during sacrament yesterday. Good grief. My life.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRAD!!!

Happy Birthday, Brad! We love you!!!
xoxo
Mckay, Dev, and Reesie

Brad is out of town. I am bored. I put the kids to bed early, locked all my doors and windows, pulled down all the blinds and am now listening to complete silence. It's kind of nice, kind of lonely.

Earlier I was desperate to get out and do something so I didn't go crazy cooped up with the kids, so I decided that we all needed a new toy. I packed the kids up and we went to Target. Devin got a transformer that I already hate (he always needs help transforming them, something I DO NOT do because I hate it, then he gets frustrated and cries), and Reese got a backpack full of animal figurines that she has already dismissed. She just wants the transformer. I should have gotten her one of those too, I guess. I got myself a brand new PINK blow dryer because I am tired of looking like the Lion King, a cook book called Deceptively Delicious, and a book by one of my favorite authors Alice Sebold. Then I decided I didn't want to come home and figure out what was for dinner so I got really brave and took the kids to Applebees. They were so so good! It was so pleasant. Reese just sat pleasantly and pigged out (think french fries, chicken nuggets, mom's salad, dev's cheeseburger, and some milk) and Dev sat and picked at his food and played with the blasted transformer. Halfway through his meal he decided he really wanted Reesie's food so they switched.

All in all, it was a fun day, but it's always a little lonely when Brad isn't home. We make due though. And I get to catch up on watching the seasons of 7th Heaven! =)

Circus Life

Sometimes I wonder if I am the unknowing star of a reality show--I wonder if there are hidden cameras all around me broadcasting my clumsy life. It would be entertaining to the viewers. Really, I think it might be a #1 hit. I would love to watch my life, if it weren't me living it. I would have loved to watch the time I ran into some one's shoulder and gave myself a black eye, or the time I jumped/fell off a stoop and simultaneously broke one ankle and sprained the other. Let's not forget about the time I was walking across a railroad tie, misplaced my foot, flew up in the air with my feet literally above my head, landed on my back, and had to spend the next 45 minutes on my hands and knees searching for my keys that flew out of my hands in the opposite direction. Oooh, then there was the time I was at Target and dropped a bookcase on my head. Yes, people, you read that right. Apparently it is possible. Another good one was the time I had an audience of at least 20 who witnessed me slip on a patch of ice, my books fly out of my arms up into the air and back down on my head. I have millions of these moments. I have moments like these on a daily basis. Today was no different:

So here I am, going about my daily routine. I have just gotten out of the shower and have my little towel tower on my head. It is time to blow dry the lions mane. I pull the towel off my head and bend over to shake out my hair. This slightly resembles horrible, awful, no good head banging. What a perfect description, because as I am 'head banging' I really do bang my head. Hard. On the edge of the counter. I get up and wait for the stars and birds to stop flying above me and continue with the routine. Out comes the blow dryer. A few days ago I discovered my blow dryer has a short somewhere. In order to get it to work I have to wrap the cord around the handle a couple times and hold it that way. So I wrap the cord and get to work. I have the dryer on for approximately 25 seconds when I notice and smell smoke. I turn off the dryer. Then I realize that I actually have to go into public today and really it would be best for all involved if I can at least dry my hair. Stupidly I turn the dryer back on. It is on for approximately 5 seconds when it catches on fire! No joke! My dryer was on fire, in my hand, 2 inches from my head! And to top it off, I just noticed it singed my hair!

Now really, wouldn't my life be an entertaining reality show?

Dressed up Babies

Here are my babies all dressed up for church in their adorable Christmas outfits. It is so hard to get Reese to stand still and look at the camera--she is running away in all of these!