Need a good laugh...

Go to a T-Ball game. My son Jacob is on a team with his cousin Isaac, the Mud Cats. It is seriously one of the funniest things to watch. A bunch of 3 and 4 year olds trying to play baseball. They have no concept of the rules. Most of them struggle to hit the ball off the T. When they do hit the ball they don't know what to do next. People are yelling, "Run, run, that way." They sometimes run to third base, or even second. My Jacob likes to head for first then veer off to second, "No, this way." They are so spacey. Jacob's coach is telling him to look at the ball before he tries to hit it, he is staring off into space, looking everywhere but the ball. I must say I was very proud of him when he did finally hit the ball all by himself at last nights game. He did a great job. The outfield is my favorite. There are kids rolling around in the grass (Isaac), and spinning around in circles (Jacob). Jacob and Isaac are tackling each other. Jacob is chewing on his mit. Randy says he used to do the same thing when he played baseball. Our team rotates positions in the outfield so they all get a turn to handle the ball, only the ones in the front of the field go for the ball when it is hit. But other teams don't do that. When the ball is hit all the kids run toward it and try to grab it. Last night the other team, the Grasshoppers, ended up with a dog pile. The kid on bottom came up crying. It was so funny. Our team has a special award for the kid who plays the best, the golden ball. Last night Jacob won the golden ball for hitting the ball so well. His face light up, I don't know if I have ever seen him so proud of himself. It was so cute. I was very proud of him. We have played three games so far. They are getting better. Hopefully by the end of the season they won't need so much help. So, if you want to see the really funny stuff you better come to a game soon.

Baby Adam

On April 6th at 11:40 am our little family grew by one as we welcomed Adam James Wardle to this world. Everything went perfectly. Well, almost. I really wanted to go into labor on my own this time, no pitocin. So, the doctor stripped my membranes on Thursday (who ever said that doesn't hurt lied). On Saturday during priesthood session I started to have mild but regular contractions. I was able to go to bed and sleep through the contractions for a few hours. At four in the morning I woke up with stronger contractions 5 min apart. Grandma came to take care of our boys while we went to the hospital. We got there some time after 5. They got me all hooked up to the monitors and then of course my contractions stopped. They didn't believe I was really in labor so they didn't even admit me. I was only dilated to a 3 1/2. After the nurse left I started contracting again. When they checked me an hour later I was a five and I was starting to hurt pretty bad, so they finally decided to admit me. When I was a 8 the nurse called my doctor to come in. He got to the hospital at 11:30 and broke my water. That is when things got exciting. The baby's heart rate dropped and was not coming back up. We had to hurry and get him out. Luckily it only took pushing through two contractions to get him out. His cord was wrapped tightly around his neck. He was blue, blue, blue. It was kind of scary. But as soon as they gave him some oxygen he turned pink and everything was fine. We were lucky the doctor was there when my water broke. I was so surprised to see this blond baby. He looks just like Randy.


We only stayed at the hospital one day. I was bored and uncomfortable, and I missed Jacob and Nathan. Plus, I work there, it didn't feel like a break for me to be there. I feel great. Recovering has been better with each kid. And, the baby is nursing well, we have had no problems. He sleeps almost all the time. He seems to have a very mild personality. I had been really nervous about how Nathan would react to having a baby around. He has been great. He loves the baby. He wants to pick him up and carry him like a doll, but at least he is not being mean to him. I could not have asked for things to go better than they are. And, I am so glad to not be pregnant anymore.