What's new with us, you ask...

Well...To be honest, not much!
But, for the sake of killing some time, I will post somethin'!
We have recently employed Woody's uncle to haul rock for us. He is living in our basement. In our other spare bedroom. (In case I hadn't mentioned it before, Woody's dad lives in the other) The "pink room", as we so lovingly call it, (It looks like a pink milkshake threw up!) has had about 45 possible inhabitants, and none have worked out for one reason or another. I am thankful to have this particular person inhabiting it. Woody's uncle and dad are so laid back and easy going. They demand and expect NOTHING! It is nice! The only downfall is the constant "oil-field" talk. Seriously. I hear it in my sleep. It. Makes. Me. Crazy. But, alas, this is our bread-n-butter, so I best not complain to loud, eh? (Like the North Dakotan accent in my writing?! When I start using oof-dah, you will know for sure I have "TURNED".)
Woody is still at his "day job"...Which is kinda a love-hate thing. He isn't the biggest fan of some of the people he works with, and his job is super frustrating, but we both feel strongly that he needs to stay put for the time being. We are looking into a third..YES THIRD...Truck...oye. This one will be for our oil hauler...At least that is the plan this week. It changes regularly, so I am never for sure that this is THE plan until it is set in stone!!

I am not up to much..Yet, somehow, I go nonstop...Funny how that works. I am loving having a house to clean. No, seriously. Nothing relaxes me more than getting my house all nice and clean and smelling good. I realized last week that I still have some emotional healing to do from the last pregnancy loss. A lady in our ward asked if she'd heard right, that I was part of "the pregnant-lady club" (SERIOUSLY. Like, 3/4 of our ward is pregnant!) It felt like someone socked me right in the gut. She was well meaning enough, of course, but that did little to squelch the urge to burst out in tears right there. I calmly said, "not anymore", walked around the corner, and cried. We have decided to give it until August to try again. It sseems it was a wise decision!

The kids are doing well. Cierra is like a 14 year-old trapped in a 7 year-old body. She has been talking a lot about baptism, and can't wait to turn 8! (April 1! HOW did that happen?!) She also gets to go to Florida and spend a week with her father. She is ecstatic. I am happy for her, sad for me. I am, however, glad he is finally taking an interest!! Blayke is...Blayke. Still crazy. Still busy. Still says random, off the wall stuff. (During sacrament, "MOM! Can I smell your armpits?!" After learning to pedal his bike with training wheels, "MOM! look, I'm a human!") He makes me laugh, and can be the sweetest kid! Konnor is SOO almost 2! (AGAIN, how did that happen?!) He has learned that this is survival of the fittest, and if he is going to survive HIS two older siblings, he better learn to defend himself. Unfortunately, that self-defense has come in the form of BITING! The other night, he bit Blayke so hard, he left a bruise, and a bump!! NAUGHTY!! He still doesn't talk much, but he likes to "read" when we do Scriptures and "pray" at dinner time. Maybe I should be more excited about him learning to talk...But I already have 2 that never stop....Sheesh! ;)

Well, that is all. I have to go get ready for our weekly grocery shopping adventure! Have a fab day!