Young Mothers

So I wasn't at our home ward this past Sunday, but Tyson told me something that the high council speaker shared. I loved it and just had to pass it on. Speaking of young mothers, in paraphrase, this is what he said.....

...I have never seen any man as tired as I've seen young mothers...I take that back I've seen it once when I was in Vietnam on a flight heading back to base. There was a group of Navy Seals with me who had spent the last week being hunted by and running from the Viet Cong before we were able to pull them out. They were as tired as young mothers...

Yup, sometimes that just sums it up, doesn't it?

A True Canadian

Dispute having to wear skates that were way too big, not staying upright for more then two seconds, and being quite worried that he wouldn't get to meet Emma since mommy fell (don't worry we explained that since I only fell on my knees and not my stomach he'd still get to meet Emma) he LOVED skating!

This made me, as a Canadian, feel much better; especially after discovering that Ben is slightly disturbed by hockey! Apparently we really drilled home the fact that hitting and pushing are bad choices. After thirty seconds of hockey he started asking, with a very worried expression, "Why are they pushing?" and "Why are they being disobedient on the ice?"

Hmmm....maybe we should hold off on the hockey thing till he's a little older.

In the mean time we'll stick with arranging his nap time to be during key games and only allowing him out after the "disobedience" is over for the medal ceremonies, where he'll ask "Why is everyone singing in the tabernacle?" and "Why are they holding broccoli?"


You have to admit, from far away they really did kinda look like broccoli.

Important Day

Well today was important day, for two reasons.

1) This is my 50th post, and apparently in the blog-o-sphere that's supposed to be one of those milestones or something. So.....Yeah 50 posts....moving on......

2) Finally, with 7 1/2 weeks left in this pregnancy, I have pulled out my BeBand and unbuttoned my pants. Yes you read that right. Exciting. Yeah I finally look pregnant-ish. Depressing. Boo having to wear bigger pants.


Okay quit rolling your eyes. Our life really is monotonous and uneventful enough that these two things make it an important day.

This morning........

......we learned that this (ignore the trash please).........

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the top of the fridge no longer being a "safe" place to put the good stuff.

Big Brother

So lately Ben's been going through a lovely phase. You know the phase. It's the phase where at the end of the day you're left not only questioning your sanity about deciding to increase your spawn, but also desperately racking your brain trying to remember where you put the receipt for your first offspring so that bright and early tomorrow morning you can march him right down to the store where your got him and return him. Yup that's the current phase. Of course pregnancy hormones and mood swings aren't helping much. But then....a glimmer of hope, a moment of pure, unadulterated cuteness. Like last night. Emma was being particularity active so I asked Ben if he wanted to feel her saying "hi".

He did.
He felt.
He giggled.
And then.....

He jumped onto the couch arms raised above his head, Rocky style, and started chanting in utter glee "I'm going to be a big brother! I'm going to be a big brother!"

Alright little punk, for that one moment of adorable sweetness all is forgiven.

Name and Pictures

It was sure interesting to see what name everybody thought we'd choose. For awhile there I thought for sure our pick would be left in the dust, but it pulled through in the end. That's right we've decided to name her...

Emma Jane Eucker

or "just Emma" as Ben says. He's not convinced she gets to have more then one name. We're working on that.

There's also been some of you who have been wanting prego pictures. Can't really imagine why. They're not that attractive, but to appease my adoring public here you go.

Hmmm.....one of these things is not like the other........

And the gender goes to.....

So you've waited for awhile, I guess I'll go ahead and spill the beans.

It's a ...........

GIRL!

I think most of you already knew that, but there's your official, go get it notarized, announcement. To say that we're excited is a major understatement. With Ben's approval we've even already chosen a name.*** Want to know what she'll be called? Why don't you guess. I've even narrowed the field for you over in the left hand column.

Cruel and unusual you say for making you wait for information, yet again. What can I say? I like forcing you into becoming repeat readers!

***We reserve the right to change, alter, or discard any and all names at will without prior written or verbal notification. But we don't anticipated a change.***