And We Have A Baby!

William Stanley decided to grace us with his presence last night...and here we were thinking he'd need to be induced. Brandt called us last night at 1:3o AM to tell us that they were at the hospital and Ashlie was in labor for real. Then we got another call at about 3:40, telling us he was here. And he has a good set of lungs. I could hear him the whole time. He was 8 pounds, 2 ounces, and was 20 inches long. Thus far we have only see him on Skype, but we are planning on heading up there after Mom and Dad get home from work.
Welcome to the family, Will!

Iced Again

For those of you who do not know, I have very bad luck with ice. There was that time when I was 5 or so--I could have been 6 or 7, I don't really know--when I fell on the ice while sledding and could not walk on my leg because my knee wouldn't work. Then there was the time that I was running to the car because dad was driving us to school and we were late and I hit the tailgate we were using as as a makeshift bridge and my feet flew over my head. There was no lasting damage from that one, but I remember it. Then there was the ice-on-crutches incident outside of my class in college when I cracked my rib. Then there was the time that I fell down coming out of the Institute a mere couple weeks after I had gotten rid of my crutches and sprained an ankle, tore some ligaments in my thumb, and hurt my knee yet again. I sat in physical therapy with ice packs on every inch of me for almost 2 hours, completely embarrassed. AND finally, today: we took the boys sledding out in the yard--I pulled them around to every small hill we could find, basically. And then when we were heading back into the yard I hit a patch of ice in the driveway and was looking down at that when I was blasted off my feet by Plato, Kurt and Kat's moron-dog. It probably would have been fine had I not been on ice, but since I was both legs went out from under me. And it HURT! I was half-convinced I had hurt my trick-knee for real. After icing it and much time not on it, it feels half-way decent. It is still a little swollen, but that's par for the course.

Home For the Holidays

We are officially back in Montana for the entire holiday season. Bring on the eggnog! Ok, so I don't actually drink eggnog. I think I've had it once, but I guess a more accurate phrase would be bring on the fudge!

Pictures and news to follow.

Merry Christmas!

Whew!

I am all finished with my Christmas shopping! And now I am listening to Kaelan shriek upstairs because Kat is cutting his hair--"It hurts my hair!" Interesting.
Anyway, we are about two days away from that awful drive back to Montana, where we will remain until Baby Will puts in an appearance--either on his own time table or on the 30th when Ashlie is induced. Either way, we will see him soon and I can't wait to meet him.

Musings

I ran a 10-minute mile tonight! I am pretty happy with that, and VERY happy that it didn't hurt my lower back! Yay! My lower back does not enjoy sitting for 8 hours every day and it has been reminding me of that more and more lately. But now that I have started at my new gym--thank you, Kamil!--no more back pain! Well, in time, I hope. I was a little bit unsure about doing any running whatsoever, because I was afraid it would hurt, but I hopped on the elliptical and it felt AWESOME!!
Soon to be home for Christmas, and hopefully Baby Will will put in an appearance soon. My 3rd nephew! All is well in Jessie-land.

Ugly Sweater Party

We had our Ugly Sweater Party this weekend. Due to some unforseen events--Dan having to work, then Dan breaking down--we had to postpone the party until Sunday at about 5:30, but we all had a good time and made it home not too terribly late for the boys' bedtime. The boys and I in our Ugly Sweaters

What an Ugly Sweater family...

They make Ugly Sweaters look cute
Check out Dan's pants! They had pheasants all over them and were corderoy...and I think Kurt wins the Ugly Sweater contest with his turtleneck and massive cardigan. Notice the flowers all over it...