The Great Debate

Should we buy a crib or use the pack and play as a make-shift bed for the lil guy coming soon?

We can't decide and so.. well, thought maybe you (Mr. Internet, who reads this thing anyway???) could give us some feedback. To truly understand this dilemma we find ourselves in, I'll give you a little background.

Whilst in the Memphis, I received the crib I used when I was little and we carted it all the way back to the Cincinnati. It's a nice piece for being aged, don't get me wrong, but it's also missing an important part to set up the crib. So we scratched that idea and went looking for other ways to welcome home baby. A friend so graciously gave us her crib, but there is a slight problem with it as well.... it smells. Like smoke. I've tried loads of things to get the smell out, but it's more stubborn than me and I give. Scott sees this as a "sign" that we don't need a crib- I would like to have a "normal" bed for the baby- call me crazy (is it because I'm pregnant or just becoming more like my mother? Can't say yet...). What say ye?

Sculpturing

Scott has decided to take up a new hobby- organic sculpturing. Never heard of it? Let me enlighten you....
Organic Sculpturing- (v.) the act of molding, building or piling natural substance(s) into various shapes, thus creating "art". This is a trendy and "green" process.

He feels good about contributing to Mother Earth!

Can you guess what he sculpted? Winner receives a prize! (hint: it's the leaves... not the log pile, although that is also considered an organic sculpture)

Elder Rollins

We have had quite a busy month! Scott's brother, Michael, left for his mission last week. He'll be serving in the Santa Rosa mission in California, Spanish "proclaiming" as he calls it. There was an open house, his talk(s), setting apart and then putting him on the plane to the MTC all in 3 days time. A whirlwind of excitement. We look forward to hearing some of his stories and successes over the coming years and are a tad jealous he is able to serve. Scott and I have both mentioned that we would like to have the opportunity to serve again- alone. It's not that we don't love and appreciate each other, but we know the extreme blessings of serving and the joy it adds to your life. Bravo Michael! You'll do great!

Memphis

There was no barbeque, which was a sad thing, but there was lots of visiting and catching up with family and friends. My mom (yes, the one that called me a "Quaker" for wanting to make my own crib bedding) decided to throw me a "surprise" baby shower. It was with much anxiety that I agreed to her demands... you'd have to know her. I'd say it was a successful visit- we made it back alive! All in all it was fun and we have another trip planned after the fetus is ex-utero.

Pictured are: My Granny, me and my GIGANTIC belly, Mary (the saintly mother-in-law who dared to come on the adventure), my older and more tan twin/Mom. The second picture is of my Dad and his father. My Papaw has got to be the funniest 90yr old I know- he keeps lizards as pets, loves to grow anything in the dirt and can accomplish this anywhere (just ask my aunt about her flower beds) and has become quite the surly old man. He was ready to go after the first 10 minutes and told me as he entered the room,"You're a pudgy one, ain'tcha?". Then he proceeded to giggle. No exaggeration here. The last picture is of me and Ashley, my middle school band friend/highschool ROTC comrade/Chik-fil-A breakfast partner. She was the main attraction of my visit to Memphis-and was married on 10-10-10 (to help her husband remember the date, I'm sure...).