Five minutes on the phone equals one big mess

A lot can happen in 5 minutes. I've known this for a while now, but today it was brought back to my attention just how much damage can be done in that short of time.
I was chatting with my mother on the phone when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something brown in the middle of the floor. "Dog poop? Noooo, my dog rarely makes a mess in the house. Although, it is a rainy day, maybe she didn't go when I let her out.... hmm." I was listening to mom discuss vacation plans while simultaneously trying to figure out if my eyes were playing tricks on me. It was at that very moment I saw my second born in the squatting position. Diaper MIA. I quickly ended the phone call with mom and grabbed the illegal dumper and ran him to the changing table. The whole time I cleaned up Luke, I tried to make sure Parker stayed in the living room far away from the pile and totally forgot about the dog. Yes. She did. And let's just say she shouldn't need to eat for a couple days.
I am still trying to figure out how I have more encounters with poop than the average mom. Just last week I caught Luke with my Tupperware in the toilet and water all over the bathroom floor. So, who wants to come over for dinner?

A Little Bit of Everything

Happy Fourth of July!!

Luke, Parker and Landen watching the fireworks

Aunt Jess and Reese

It's our fourth of July tradition to go to a friends house and watch fireworks and eat homemade ice cream while stretched out on our blankets in their huge backyard! We look forward to it all year long!!

Luke and fire are not a smart combination

Parker thought he was taking pictures with Nonna's phone (wanna be like Mike!)

"Reesie Cup" as Nonna calls her

Our Big Outing of the Week!

Mom went with the boys and I to the park yesterday so that we could get out of the house. It was an adventure for sure! It took all of us with something (or someone) in our hands to make it back home in one piece. Three hours out is about all we can handle before we start what I call "melting"... and I don't mean from the heat. Mom and Ricky know the phrase well! "We're melting" means we have little time left to evacuate the situation before a major meltdown occurs. So, an hour at the park and a quick lunch was perfect for my crew... and we do have a crew these days! Our 8 passenger Odyssey has one available seat after we all pile in! And to think that right after Ricky and I were married I almost bought a Mini Cooper...Little did I know what was in my near future!

It was really nice to get out of the house for the morning! Thanks Mom, B and Bryceton for giving up your morning to hang out with a bunch of little kids! Love ya!

Reese's first trip to the park

Luke has to do everything backwards

Big Brother

Little Big Brother

Parker had to wear his shoes like "unk B"

The fun begins

7lbs 9oz

The midwife that delivered Reese... and she was still nice enough to pose with me after I called her a liar ( or so I am told. I dont remember doing such a thing!)

Luke's first time meeting Reese

And Parker's

10 days old

Long time...no blog

I am unselfishly giving up my nap time today to catch everyone up on what has been happening at the Scott household. We were recently told that our lives are so comical we should be on a reality show. Not sure if that was a compliment or cut down, but I can't deny the facts.... our lives are extremely chaotic and I'm pretty sure it would be entertaining to an outsider. Face it, the curiosity of what is going on in my life this week brought you back to this page...didn't it?

Where to start. Well, we finally had our beautiful baby girl... Reese Elizabeth Scott. She was born Wednesday June 24th, weighing 7lbs 9oz (a record weight for my babies!)

Tuesday night around 8pm my labor started, but I had told Ricky that we weren't making the 45 minute drive until I was sure I was in labor. So, we waited...and waited. Around midnight I called mom and told her that I was having contractions every 3 minutes, but I still wasn't sure I was in labor. (You'd think after doing this twice in the last 2 years I would kinda know what was going on.) Mom and dad decided to head over just in case. Dad was going to take the boys back to their house and mom was following us over.

We pulled up to the hospital around 2am and by the time we got there I was feeling the pain! Mom had stopped at Taco Bell to get us something to eat. I'd just been released from the hospital (b/c of blood pressure) early Tuesday morning, so Tuesday night we skipped dinner and started getting ready for bed at 7pm. I was so tired from Monday night I didn't think I had the energy to birth a child. Reese didn't care...she was coming tired or not!

I got up to the 4th floor (whoever had the idea to put Labor and Delivery on the 4th floor should be slapped!) and the nurse told me that I was already dilated to an 8 and there would be no time for my epidural. Words cannot describe what I felt at that moment. I knew what was coming and there was no drug (other than the epidural) that would save me now. Don't ever tell a mother with back labor that she cannot have an epidural. It should be a crime!

I am going to leave out the labor process mainly because it wasn't pretty, but also because I would never want to scare anyone away from this wonderful experience (you're welcome Aunt Karen.... and Laura, it's not as bad as it sounds!)

Three looooonnnnng hours later, Reese entered the world! However, she was known as BG Scott for the first 48 hours. "BG" meaning "baby girl." I had every nurse on the mother and baby floor waiting to find out her name! I didn't realize we were so popular until after I was unlawfully forced to name her at the last minute. Nurses from all over were sticking their heads in my room telling me they approved of the name I finally chose. I had gone back and forth between "Ava Claire" and "Reese Elizabeth." Still not sure which I like better, but around here "Ava" is too common. With a last name like "Scott" I needed something a little less popular.

Everything went great other than the small fact that I was denied MY EPIDURAL. If I had a rock, I swear I would have taken my best shot at either the midwife or the anesthesiologist (who obviously didn't need my money or he would have rushed up to do his job. )

Moral of this story.... don't wait until the last minute to head to the hospital. It's OK to be sent home with false labor. Better safe than sorry!