And then...He was 3!

Well it happened…Little GB has hit the big 3 and boy does he ever feel BIG! We celebrated his birthday yesterday, October 21 and he had quite the day!! From the moment he woke up he knew it was his birthday and was eager to open up all of his presents. I told him we had to wait for his little party that we were going to have later, but he managed to sneak in a few presents throughout the day. He felt special the whole day and pretty much grinned from ear to ear. He kept on telling me that it was his birthday and that he was now 3 years old. We just had a little family party and had dinner at McDonald’s and he was in heaven. After eating and playing we all came back to my house and had cake and ice cream and opened up presents. His cousin, Camden’s, birthday is the day after so we split a cake…I think Pfeiffer was excited to see what Little GB picked. I personally think it was more for the color than what it actually was. I just can’t believe that he’s three years old already. For a little recap of our Little GB:
He knows his birthday is October 21
He can spell his name
His favorite color is Red
He loves playing legos (or anything) with his Dad
Every time he sees a flag he says “Look there is a Grand Ol’ Flag” and then has to sing the song
He loves planes
He likes to read books
His favorite food (besides candy and chips) would probably be pizza
He LOVES to sing pretty much anything!!
So there is a little recap of my favorite little man!! Words can't even begin to state how much he is loved!!

Our first signs of pink....

Okay, so onto a much happier (and shorter) post. My new life of pink and girly items have begun. Thanks to my friends, M and J as well as my mom and sister, my collection of things girly, pink, and super cute have only just begun. My mom and Little GB bought us our first official pink item. It is a cute pink bib. My friend J (who is going to bring out every bit of girl in me) gave us these cute headbands that have attachable flowers. I love them, I can't wait to see little Lem Lem with these on her head! (Hopefully she will be blessed with as much hair as Little GB was) My friend M gave me this really cute and uber soft blanket that Lem Lem might just have to fight me for!! (Okay, I will totally share with her). My sister made us this cute hooded towel with the pink whales...I think I have the best friends and family in the whole world. My friend J-Dawg who lives quite far away has supplied me with almost daily little pick-me-ups. Thanks J-Dawg. Here are some picks of our new pink/girly items.



And I guess I will have to throw in some of little GB, just because I want too. :) Oh and also a little video of him showing off his cute self. :)

Never A Dull Moment

I think ol’ Murphy’s Law came into play last week here with our little family. All three of us were seen by someone in the medical profession. Here is a recap of our not so good week.
Wed: I went to my regular OB doctor. She had received word about my situation and wanted to check things out for herself. She agreed with doctor’s orders and seconded the notion of placing yours truly on bed rest. She told me I should take up needle point to kill some time. Ha ha. That doesn’t sound like me at all right? Upon arrival to pick up Little GB from my brother’s house I came home to find him crying and covered in vomit. He was getting down off of the trampoline and instead of using the chair that was there he wanted to get down the big-boy way. He somehow managed to lose his balance and fell. My brother said that he did not land hard so we didn’t really think anything of it. When Little GB gets hurt, he sort of gets mad. I wasn’t sure if he had vomited because he was so worked up or if it was more serious. So my mom got him cleaned up and I settled him down and just held him for awhile. He fell asleep and I just held him. When he woke up he was a little playful, but wanted to be held and kind of lethargic. For the rest of the day he just wanted to be held, until around 4:30 when he started to complain that his head hurt. My mom didn’t have any medicine so we went to the store to get some and while my mom was in the store Little GB threw up again. I (Pfeiffer had gone to Elko, NV on Monday for work and wasn’t supposed to be home until late Wed night.) decided that it was time to take him to the doctor. His doctor said that it looked like a concussion but didn’t have any equipment for x-rays and such so she sent us over to the ER. Little GB was such a trooper and big boy. The ER doc was nice and they took some pictures (a CT) of his head. My dad took him for the test, because me being prego couldn’t go back. All of the nurses were amazed; I guess they usually have to strap the little ones down, but not my big boy. By this time Little GB had medicine in him and was almost as good as new. The ER doc came back and said that he didn’t really look at children’s cat scans all that much and to him it looked like there was a little bit of bleeding on his brain and that it was to Primary Children’s Medical Center that we must go for a 2nd opinion, well no a 3rd opinion at this point. So an ambulance was called, a neck collar was worn and Little GB and mom went for a 40 minute drive into SLC to the children's hospital. Little GB was so brave; he thought it was cool when they sounded the sirens. After being there for a few hours the team of doctors agreed that Little GB did have a slight concussion, but there was no bleeding on the brain. Whew!! Pfeiffer arrived at the hospital shortly after we got a clean bill of health. Poor Pfeiffer had to drive nearly 200 miles to get to us and by the time he had gotten to us his mind was in over drive. By the time it was ready to go Little GB was ready to go home and was trying to get into everything. Thursday we took it easy and kept him medicated and he was pretty much as good as new by Friday. It was a long day to say the least!! But we had many prayers said in our behalf and for that we are thankful. My parents had driven in to the hospital and my brother Jed also came up. As I have said before, I have the best family ever!!
Pfeiffer did not escape the medical profession either. He hiked Lone Peak with his buddy Rich and on their decent he took a spill and ended up cutting his leg pretty bad. Stitches were in order and he came home with a whopping 7 stitches and his muscle stuck back into his leg. His leg looks pretty awesome with the stitches and the big bruise.
So all I can say is whew!! And thank goodness for medical insurance!! Here are a few pictures of our tumultuous week! (The pics were taken at a later date, as you can tell that they are taken at our house.) Little GB still likes to play with them. The one we refer to as darth vadar.