Hurst Family News

Something fierce. Now that's not saying they don't drive me BONKERS sometimes, because they do-- but the rest of the time? Yeah I love 'em.  I think I'll keep them.  (Check back after they've played in the mud or smell like puppies- or worse when they're teenagers and I might have a different answer...we'll see.) I don't think Ian is biting Charlie-- I think he's giving him kisses like I asked him to.  I hope that's what it is at least.  I'm fully aware that my camera decided to go all funky on me for this shot.  I blame the mostly dead batteries. But I could just claim it's artistic right?  He just looked so cute sleeping I couldn't resist- mostly dead batteries and all (mostly dead- which is slightly alive.  "TO BLAVE!")

The next two pictures are for you Ericson: I know it's a weird picture but at this angle you can see Spencer's face.  Reminiscent of cakes past perhaps? Yeah but it worked for me. And it turned out pretty yummy.  Cake from a box and frosting from a can.  My pride and joy: or at least my project that I'm very proud of: Sir Topham Hatt was originally going to be a spider for Daddy's Birthday but I didn't get it finished.  He graciously offered it for Ian's Party.  Here's the BEFORE^  We had two kids at the party with quite the swing.  After everyone left Ian wanted to practice some more.  Now here's the AFTER: Which of course reminds me of a quote from a lovely little movie called Napoleon Dynamite: Principal Svadean : Look, Pedro, I don't know how they do things down in Juarez, but here in Idaho we have a little something called pride. Understand? Smashing in the face of a pinata that resembles Summer Wheatley is a disgrace to you, me, and the...

I'll spare you the details except to tell you that this was a different and amazing birth experience.  Friday just before midnight baby Charlie made his debut. Charles Curtis Hurst 6 lbs13 oz 20 1/4 inches long  11:44 pm 8-19-11 Happy and Healthy So blessed. Proud grandparents Protective and adoring big brother Group Shot of all my boys. Landon really IS excited about being a big brother- just not about Mom taking more pictures.  Sleepy Boys So far the only picture I have with me and Charlie.  I'm usually behind the camera.  And yes I did my hair and makeup before the picture.  I learned my lesson.  Group Shot again.  These boys just LOVE their little brother.   Landon calls him "Little" all the time.  This is when we came home from the hospital.  They were so happy.  We have a picture like this of Landon- I'll have to try and find it.  I think they look like brothers for su...

So apparently I don't have photo documentation of last year's festivities. Bummer.  Well just to remind myself- last year we did a party at the park with a store-bought cake with Thomas the Train plopped on top.  Ian loved it.  I plan on doing a similar theme this year- mostly because it's easy for me and pleases the man child. Here are rounds two and one . So here's to my firstborn: HAPPY BIRTHDAY IAN! Can't believe he's 4.  Next year this post will be about him starting Kindergarten and being 5.  Crazy nuts.  We're having a grand celebration for the firstborn on Saturday so I'll post pictures (assuming I remember to TAKE them) after that.  Today he gets to have whatever he wants for dinner.  What does he request? Macaroni and Cheese.  Comin' right up, son. Here are a few things about Ian: He loves to swim and just BE in the water.  Foods he could eat all day long: burritos (with salsa and sour cream of course), macaroni a...

A DELUGE  of pictures: First up we have this sweet boy's first birthday.   (No this one is NOT mine- he's my nephew--isn't he cute though?) I love that he has brown eyes and hope perhaps his little cousin will too.   This one is for Great Uncle Mike (and all other Uncle Mikes).   The tradition continues.  Peek-A-Boo  (Yes the picture IS turned the right way- Lando is sticking his head out the back of the stroller after which he promptly announced "See Me?!") Blue Icing makes for blue fingers and mouths: Silly Grandpa (See where the boy children get it from?) Look! Look! I finished Wee #3's Blankie:  With apparently at least a week to spare... Here are some of his friends waiting for him: (Ian loves the bear and Lando loves the giraffe- wonder what baby boy Hurst will choose) Now, I am well aware that this one is not a great photo.   However, if you look closely you can see a hidden message quilted into the green and navy blu...

I should probably go to bed seeing as I'm feeling a but grumpy but eh- why?  So first update: the one I know you guys are dying for.... no baby yet.  Only at a 2 so no membrane stripping yet either to get the party started.  (TMI? Eh. My blog.) Kind of frustrated about the whole thing.  I'm losing patience and starting to worry that my umph for labor is waning.   Want to meet this kiddo.  Want to NOT be pregnant anymore.  Would rather hold him in my ARMS than in my belly.  Kind of getting sick of pregnancy talk.  Mostly in relation to "When are you due?" uh yesterday "Man you really ARE bigger now than before." gee thanks.  I feel as big as a whale.  Glad you noticed. Have you seen my new and improved WADDLE too? FYI: talk in relation to size when pregnant is not usually appreciated.  In my opinion, not really appreciated in any circumstance unless referred to by me first.  Which I don't refer to.  People are so mu...

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. (Everybody's free to wear sunscreen) It was more like 9:30 am on what would become an idle Tuesday. My Grandpa died last night.   Suddenly and unexpected.  It's still rather shocking. I've come to the keyboard countless times today to try and figure out how to write.  I feel I NEED to write.  I don't know what to write because I don't know what I feel.  I think my husband is right though; sometimes you have to write to know what you feel.   Wise words, Love.  Wise words.  Memories float in and out of my mind- but I wish I could hold on to some of them long enough to see what they are. To re-live them if only for a moment: The money Grandpa gave...

My apologies blogosphere: Shari pointed out that I had the wrong picture posted before.  So HERE is the attempt at making it Symmetrical--alas I didn't have the right amount of squares (see how the bottom left one looks TOTALLY out of place) because the pattern I was going off of makes a 3x3 square quilt- but I like the 3x4 size better:   And again the final pattern for the top-- much more mixed up-- I like it better that way.  After sewing it together it's a little... lumpy. But hey- that's life right?  I'm not about to unpick the stitches and redo it.  I'll post more when I get it actually finished.  Or when the baby comes- whichever is first. 

We went camping with Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt Nikki, Uncle Tyler and Brocky Boy last weekend.  This time we actually stayed the night.  It was fun but an air mattress at this stage of pregnancy is less than ideal.  We didn't stay the second night. 4 Wheeler ridin' and shootin' and playin' in the dirt wore the boys out. (Let me clarify: the grownups were shooting--the boys were assigned to find all the treasure AKA the shells) Tired Boys:  I spy with my little eye: Uncle Tyler up a tree. So that was then and this is now... I've been working on Wee #3's quilt since apparently I have time. This is one of the original iterations of it.  Tried too hard to be symmetrical on the blocks at first.   THIS is what it is going to be: It's a darn good thing I took a picture of it because as soon as I turned my back, Lando had messed up 3 of the squares.  No biggie- referencing my picture I restored it.  Well then I transferred the p...