Sean's First Guest Post In A Long Time

I've been telling Summer to upload this video for more than a year now, and she hasn't done it, so I decided to take matters into my own hands:

Sorry if the formatting is all messed up.

This video has a funny little story to go with it. The year was 2008, and I was working in Southern California for the summer. Of course, I spent most of my days pining for my sweetheart back in Provo. Finally the separation was too much for me to bear, and I got her a plane ticket to come out and visit (or maybe she bought it. But if she did, she dipped into her student loans, which I am now paying off... so my revisionist history says I bought it. So there). Unbeknownst to her, I also bought her a sweet engagement ring! Maybe the thought of a permanent separation was the kick in the pants I needed to get the ball rolling on the whole "eternal companion" thing. I decided it was time to pop The Question.

So I took a day off from work and we spent the morning tooling around Orange County. We went shopping, saw a matinee (Kung Fu Panda!), had some tall, frosty Starbucks drinks, and got a bite to eat at a local taqueria. In the late afternoon we headed over to Newport Beach to relax, to soak up some sun, and to give me a chance to catch my breath a little bit before taking the ultimate plunge.

Now, I had the ring in my pocket the whole time (although you can see in the video that I briefly forgot where exactly my pocket was when it was time to produce the goods). I also had a camera with a sweet video function to capture the moment. What I did not have was a videographer. But a plan had begun to form in my head. The time? Sunset. The place? Newport Pier. The videographer? Still to be determined. 

Before I knew it, the sun had begun to dip below the horizon. We booked it to the pier. Summer said I was being cryptic or something, I don't know, I wasn't paying attention. I was too focused on locating the lucky stranger who would be filming my epic proposal.

We stopped about halfway down the pier. I put my arm around my sweetie and we looked out over the water, seeing our whole future stretched out before us, and some seagulls. Secretly I was setting up the shot in my head. The sun was in position. The angle was right. I pretty much looked like a million bucks. Summer looked like a trillion bucks. But where was my videographer?! I did not trust any of the old farts around us to work my newfangled digital camera with the sweet video function.

But wait! There, about a hundred yards down the pier, was a young lady who looked like she knew a thing or two about technology. She was wearing glasses, for one thing, and looking at her iPhone, for another. And she was alone. A perfect victim!

I told Summer I was going to get someone to take a picture of us, and quickly sprinted away, leaving my sweetheart agape behind me. I caught up to the technophile girl, all out of breath, and explained my situation. She looked skeptical. I demonstrated how the sweet video function worked (it was such a sweet function that I felt the need to show it off a little). She reluctantly took the camera and followed me back to where Summer stood waiting.

I put my arm around my sweetie and we posed for the picture. On my impromptu camerawoman's signal ("say cheese!"), I dropped to one knee... and the rest is history. History on video, in fact! The best kind!

With our baby girl set to arrive any day now, I thought it would be fun to surprise Summer by posting this video, in part to remind her of a special moment in our lives together (one of many), and partially to demonstrate just how far we've come in a few short years. Summer, you're still my sweetheart and always will be!

I love you, Summer Mosman!

-Sean

how is it already half-way through June?

here are some things we've been up to since the last update:

we put oliver in the bird cage:

we played indoors:

and outdoors:

(that's one of oliver's most favorite people--our neighbor Emma)

we went to scera pool where I braved the body and wore a suit:

(don't you love how oliver didn't cooperate for ANY of those pictures?)

 went to the Orem Summerfest parade with Uncle Van and Aunt Savannah and Sean's cousin John and his wife, Aimee:

...and lastly, I got bigger. Go figure.

here is the 38 w 4 d shot:

I am pretty sure my next update will be of either 

a) baby girl or b) me complaining about still being pregnant. 

I'm going to assume the latter.

*note: I did the belly picture last so you could compare it to the 37 week one--did you notice I actually look smaller? If you did notice, you are correct. My fundal height dropped almost 3 centimeters because the lady descended pretty deep into my pelvis at my appointment yesterday, according to the internal. Progress, people!

update and stuff

I am 37 weeks pregnant.

Full-term!

...yeah...I'm looking a little rough these days. 

Can you blame me, though? I have a freaking torpedo stuck under my shirt.

speaking of torpedos, here's a baby girl update:

So, remember the iron thing I told you to wish me luck on or something? 

Well, my iron actually went down.

It's funny/annoying to me at this point. So I had another iron infusion at the hospital this morning before my OB appointment. It takes TWO HOURS. I just watch the molasses-color-ish stuff drip into the needle in my elbow pit. I am still taking 1000 MG a day plus the prenatal. We'll check levels again next week

.But here's the totally awesome news:: I am dilated to a 1! Yessssssss.

You all may be laughing but this is HUGE progress for me. Let me take you back to a time 18 months ago when I was induced at 39 weeks not at all dilated or effaced. I made it to a whopping 1/2 centimeter before the c-section. Ok, so now do you understand my excitement?? Plus, the doc said her head is locked and super low--also totally awesome, considering Oliver was considered a "free floater."

speaking of the goober...:

 we took a stroll through campus. 

if you are wondering why Oliver's hair looks so terrible in the first two pictures it's because (well, aside from the fact that he has the horrible Sykes hair gene) he leaked his sippy of milk in his hair during his nap--and we decided not to worry about it until bath time. 

and speaking of hair and bath time, enjoy:

sometimes...

...I go to garage sales and find awesome things.

awesome thing #1:

yes, that's a birdcage.and no, I'm not putting a bird in it.

i'm going to put stuff in it.

awesome thing#2:

cutest. mini-dresser/stand/cute thing. ever.

and here is what it looks like now:

cream and crisp.

sometimes, oliver scales mountains (or very steep hills):

and sometimes when oliver spend the entire afternoon the day before scaling mountains,

he is too tired to sit up to watch dora. 

so this happens:

a day in the life of Oliver

His mornings begin like this--he and Sean watch a Dora together (Sean in his gym clothes because he's, like, motivated and dedicated to going at 6:45 am). Oh, and Oliver has Kate Gosselin hair every morning.

Then, His Majesty gets served breakfast, finishing his Dora, on  his lap, with his legs securely cocooned (a must for him).

Then (weather permitting) he likes to go for a walk. 

So we, his lowly minions, do as we're expected.

(pay no attention to the horse pushing the carriage).

We start walking and go to the bank. 

He knows what is at the bank.

Suckers (literal and figurative).

We end up leaving with 10 suckers.

Seriously. Could things get any better for him? 

Sunglasses? Check.

Sippy? Check.

Sucker? Just 10.

Fools to push him around all afternoon? Double check. 

The things we do for this kid.