Goyles...and a Boy?

Well, a few months ago, the discussion about whether to find out what we are having came up.  Ken and I strongly disagreed.  I didn't want to know.  He really wanted to know.  We compromised.  At the 5-month check-up, we'll get it in an envelope and he can find out if he can keep it a secret.  Well, it just didn't work. 
First, at the ultrasound, the tech slipped at the end and said "his legs are closed".  (or, we were pretty sure she said that).  Then, at that first ultrasound, they gave us the envelope, but noticed that the baby's stomach looked a little small.  So, I went back to just verify that it was A-OK.  And, it measured just right...so that was excellent news.  However, when the tech was getting started, I looked up at the screen, feeling very confident that I wouldn't be able to identify anything if I saw it.  But, there it was...just the little snausage and the nuts staring me in the face...I looked away quickly - thinking that maybe it wasn't really what I saw and kindof in disbelief that it could even be a boy - with 3 girls in my family and 2 already in this one, I just assumed and kindof was planning for another one.  So, with my mental block, I still wasn't totally convinced I knew what we were having.  Then, the tech asks if I know what we're having and tells me that she's glad I missed the last shot because there was just a really good one of the baby's anatomy.  Well, so then I'm almost certain I know it's a boy.  How strange. For a couple weeks, I just told Ken I thought it was a girl and thought I saw something.  Finally, on Tuesday of this week, he just couldn't take it any more and opened the envelope.  Then, the cutest thing ever happened.  He got a little teary, he had lots of perma-grin, and he kept hugging me, telling me that he just wants to tell me what it is.  Well, I know he'd be happy with another girl, but really...is he going to tear up and need hugs and be permagrin?  Likely, not.  So, I'm 98% sure I know what it is, but don't want to look.  Wednesday night comes and we're eating dinner.  He hands me the envelope and tells me to look.  We go back and forth all night until I had to leave to pick something up from work.  When I leave, I start thinking that it's pretty silly to be stubborn and not look when I pretty much know what it is.  So, I text him "I'll look when I get home."  He replies, "Look for what?" (totally thought I was texting the wrong person.)  I tell him that we can look at the ultrasound when I get home.  So, the girls and I went upstairs with Daddy, sat on the bed, and opened.  What a surprise when I saw "I'm your girl" on the bottom...nerdy Dad had taped a note over the real message.  So, then, I pulled the note off and saw this,

I'm a little nervous and still in disbelief that our little ladies are going to have a brother.  Their first question, "Can we put make-up on him?"  Ha.   He's going to be dressed up like a little princess a lot, I think.  Oh, well.  It'll make him a well rounded fella when he's older.  Now, for a name...

Breastfeeding

I totally forgot to post this a few weeks back -
While I was gone in Owatonna at "Nerd Convention" (that's what Ken calls it) - Scrapbooking weekend, Ken was home with the ladies.  One night, they watched the documentary called "Babies" and saw all sorts of new things and apparently were all mesmerized(sp?) by the babies and how they're raised differently. 
Well, the next day, Ken was carrying his laundry upstairs and looked over to find Macy breastfeeding hippos and then Jorey breastfeeding a toy chipmunk...
After the initial shock for him, it was pretty funny and I said he had to get a picture.  I bet that hippos and chipmunk were still mighty hungry after that feeding. ;)

Fischer's Apple Orchard

What a fun weekend.  Dad took the ladies to a St. Thomas football game on Saturday so I got all the yard work done.  I even trimmed the pricker bushes around that house that have had us looking quite ghetto for quite some time.  I have war woulds to prove it, but those buggers should be good until next year...when we pull them out and replace them with something lush and pretty, rather than prickly and only pretty in the fall. 

Sunday, we went to Fischer's Apple Orchard with some friends, Brent, Vanessa, and Autumn.  Vanessa and I always laugh that Brent and Ken have a bromance and the more I get to know them, I see that they are two peas in a pod.  We had a great day and then came home to have sloppy joes and pies.  That was yummy and will contrubute to my "boom-babba" status.

The girls had a blast riding on the little Train they made out of old barrels and drove with a lawnmower.  I could hear Macy giggling the whole time - it was pretty fun.  And, I loved the little measuring boards to see how tall they are every fall.  We'll definitely have to go back to this one.  They had a huge corn maze, pumpkin patch (though, with the heat, there were many wounded soldiers in the field), hay ride, apples, of course, and some pretty funny little goats and chickens. 

We have quite the artistic skill set here in the Fry household

There's been a couple really funny developments in the last couple weeks.  Daddy drew Macy...I didn't get a picture of his drawing of her, but she cried and then he told her to come show me.  She was still a bit distraught.  So, I tried not to laugh and just told her that Daddy tried his best and that he's just not a very good drawer --I explained that she's much more beautiful than that.  So, then, she drew Dad.  (I'm totally laughing out loud as I write this because it was one of my favorite things that has ever happened...)

And, then Macy drew Jorey...

Jesse James Days

Well, Ken wanted to play ball (weird) in Northfield and I had nothing planned, so we decided to take the family down there and go to the carnival at Jesse James Days.  It was pretty small, but the girls had a great time and I got to eat fried pickles...seriously, is that not a pregnant girl's dream come true?  Take a pickle, put some batter on it, fry it, and give me some ranch dressing to dip it in.  YaHOOOOOOOO!
Though I'm a boom-babba (that's what we've named the baby until we get to meet the little bugger)--and, sometimes the girls call me a boom-babba -- I still made it through the little obstacle course with Jorey...a couple small crevaces were a bit of a challenge, but Boom-babba and I made it through with a few short breaths...

Macy goes to Kindergarten!

Well, we all survived the first day of school.  Macy was super excited and perma-grin all day.  Ken and I got her a little present - a book called Someday.  I thought it would be so cute and read it in the store just fine, but there was something with the moment + the reading out loud + being pregnant and emotional, but I could barely finish reading it to her this morning.  She turned around and looked at me, confused, and said, "Mom, is this book sad?".  Wow...how goofy.  Poor kid.  She's trying to figure out if she missed something and why Mom's a blubbering idiot when she's thinking it's a nice book.  Well, I finally just said I'm really happy and proud of her so it's making me emotional.  I don't think that made much sense because she said, "Well, this is a sad book, huh." 
We met her teacher, Mrs. Kelly and tried to figure out all of the things we had not been able to figure out, quite yet. ha ha.  I think we're all ready for day 2, tomorrow!  I'm going to try to not freak her out with emotional breakdowns!

Natalie builds cool stuff with Tinker Toys

Auntie Natalie was over and watched the girls while I ran to the grocery store.  What a strange sensation to have all the time in the world to just wander in peace and quiet!  It was strange how relaxing the grocery store can be, sans kiddos.
She helped the ladies build the coolest ferris wheel with Tinker Toys and it was great.  I wanted to get a picture, so Jorey decided to pull two pieces off and it started falling apart.  I scolded her a little, so she really had some sadness that I would dare scold her for ruining the project.