Teething Troubles

Teething is a PAIN. Keaton was sleeping so good! like 11-12 hours straight and then all of a sudden a week ago he starts waking up between 5-6 in the morning (he goes to bed at 8). It's driving me crazy because he cries and cries till I give him a bottle. When we did the sleep training he would fall asleep pretty quickly if I didn't go in the room after a few minutes. Not anymore. He already has one tooth and its been there for at least a month but this second one is apparently much more painful. Are the next two years of nights going to be this bad?! I almost wish he would just get all of his teeth in at once, although he would look super freaky. If anyone has suggestions please feel free to send them my way.

On a happier note, Keaton started to say dadadada. I doubt he knows what he is doing but it's still cute. He loves to smile whenever you say mama or dada to him. Or maybe he just smiles cause he likes the attention. I guess I'll never know! ;)

Date night

Today Chaz and I went out to run errands and catch a movie. We dropped Keaton off with my cousin Melissa. She is awesome by the way, cute, loves babysitting and single too! We don't get too much time with out the baby very often so we try to use it wisely. Sooo we went and saw Puss in Boots. So juvenile and yet so entertaining. SOME people I know (Miken) refuse to watch anything animated besides the simpsons but for some reason I still have love for cartoons AND Disney shows. THANKFULLY I married someone who does too, or at least is willing to watch them with me. Chaz even watched Footloose and Monte Carlo with me in the same weekend! He must reaaally love me ;).

Oh and here are a couple pictures to make this post a little more interesting...

Video Vomit

Here are a bunch of videos of Keaton taken over the past few months. Some are a little long and maybe even a little boring but hey, this IS a baby worshiping blog now, isn't it? Oh, it's not? Oh well.

Too tired to get his fingers in his mouth. 2 months.


Crazy Dad.


Baby jabber. 2 1/2 months

Learning how to roll over. 3 months.


Keatons 2nd attempt with rice cereal. 3 months.


Keaton 3 1/2 months. Cutest giggle ever.


Entranced by the vibrating bird. 4 months.

Jumping in a monkey costume? 4 months.


Just hangin out. 5 months


Ok that's enough for one night.

Guess who's back, back again...

I'm finally blogging!!!! WAHOO!!!! I love it!!! Just kidding I hate it because I don't have any time to do it. Just kidding I do have time to do it when Keaton naps. Just kidding Keaton doesn't nap. Just kidding he does I just have OTHER things to do when he naps. Just kidding I don't. Just kidding I do. Just kidding, just kidding , just kidding.

I'm hunkering down. Literally. Hunching over in the lazy boy forcing myself to just keep typing. Because the thought of trying to catch up on my blogging seriously makes me feel nauseous I'm just going to start from here and hope I can be better. By the way I blame this blogging procrastination on college. I always feel like there's going to be a "due date" and that I will just be FORCED to catch up on my blog but it never comes. I have realized I need to retrain my brain and just say no to procrastination.

These are the most major changes we've had in the last 6 months.

-Moved to Seattle, WA
-Chaz got a job in downtown Seattle@ First Choice Health Network
-Hadababyitsaboy: Keaton Alexander Dixon 5/22/11 5lbs 5oz - LOVE HIM!

So as you can see, the baby that was discussed in my most recent post is now very much here and very much alive (we've kept him alive for 5 months and counting!). I love being a mom and wouldn't trade it for anything. Our sweet baby brings us more joy than I could ever of imagined was humanly possible. I never would of thought that making someone giggle could bring me to tears but its just THAT much of a crazy, consuming, overwhelming love. The love of a parent. And man oh man, it is potent.

A Baby Story

Well there is probably no surprise here (I'm just a tad behind on blogging) but, I'm now 23 weeks pregnant, due June 5th and we are having a BOY!

Everything has gone well at our appointments and ultrasounds and we couldn't be happier. Like Chaz mentioned in his previous post, if you can even call it that, we haven't picked out a name although he has so lovingly nicknamed the baby "our mutant".

Since I want to remember how this all went down I'm going to lay it out there. I don't blame you for not reading on, in fact, I advise that. It is probably TMI for most normal individuals.

So here's the story:
We had decided that it was time to trade in our awesome lives as a ballin' young married couple without a care in the world for a needy, stinky, slimy, bundle of joy. To further God's plan, of course. Haha, ok that is a little off. Really, I love babies and even though married life without kids has been seriously wonderful we decided it was time to let our Heavenly Father do his biding and grant us seed *hopefully*. SO, it had been a few months and nothing "happened" and by that I mean I wasted at least $25 bucks on dollar store pregnancy tests. Awesome.

Here is how Chaz and I differ in thinking (in my words of course)...
Me: "I think something might be wrong with me, I don't even know if I am ovulating. Maybe I need to go to a fertility doctor? Will you still love me if I can't have kids?"
Chaz: "It will happen when the time is right! You're insane. I love you."

Obviously at this point I am being a little irrational/paranoid, call it what you will but I have quite a few friends that have had hard time getting pregnant. So I guess I was just bracing my self for the same struggles. Being the at times impatient person that I am, I felt the need to DO something. So in September I went in to my family doctor and told him what was going on. They decided to do a "progesterone test" which is where you take progesterone for a week and then stop. It is supposed to reset your ovulation and give you a "fresh start". They gave me a blood pregnancy test (it was negative) and sent me on my way.

Now the fun part. So I took the pills for 7 days and then stopped, I started cramping which I thought was a sure sign that I'd soon be on my death bed, but, nothing "happened". If you don't know what I mean by "happened" then you are either too young or too male to be reading this in the first place. I cramped for about 5-6 days. DAYS. It was the most horrible thing in the world and by far the worst cramps I have ever experienced. I would only get one every 30-45 mins. or so but they were pretty consistent and had me keeled over wanting to die.

A couple of my friends/co-workers knew about my unfortunate state and they started telling me that I was pregnant. Mostly jokingly, I thought. Then, I started reading tons of stuff online about pregnancy and cramping and PART of me thought, hmm could it be? No. They just gave me a test and there is no way since I was JUST on the progesterone.

So about that same day (haha, about who am I kidding?) I was at the grocery store and I was going to buy a preg stick since I had already looked, and I was out. But, the cheapest ones at Smiths were like $15!! Obviously I wasn't that convinced I was pregnant or I would of sprung for one anyways but I decided I'd just go to the dollar store the next day and pick up like 7.

That night Chaz and I (mostly I) decided to rent The Last Song. (You have to remember that I have like the cutest, funniest and nicest husband in the world.) Oh my gosh, that movie was so good! I cried for like 20 minutes and Chaz had been asleep for at least 30 minutes already missing the best part! At the end of the movie I remember thinking, wow I feel so emotional right now, this is so weird. So I got ready for bed and I was just laying there thinking. Out of no where I decided I needed a cough drop for my throat. So, I walked to the cabinet and got out a big bag full of meds'n'things. Low and behold, one lowly dollar store pregnancy test nestled in a bag of cough drops. So since it was only 2 am, I decided to use it!

Now at this point I...
1. was very emotional (thanks miley)
2. had my hopes up a little that I was pregnant (stupid internet)
3. was still pretty convinced there was something wrong with my ovulation (hence the reason for progesterone testing)

I took the test, looked at it for a second, it was negative, I cried. I put my face in my hands and cried and prayed and was scared and cried some more and prayed some more. I did ALL that in like 5 minutes! Then I got this feeling like "stop, wait, what?", I looked at the stick again and there was another LINE. It was really faint so I was a little apprehensive at first but nonetheless I ran into our room saying "honey, you need to look at this" over and over. So I showed Chaz and he said something witty, implying that I should of listened to him in the first place and he fell back asleep within like ten minutes. Me on the other hand, FREAKING OUT. I broke out my computer and googled pregnancy cramping/ectopic pregnancy/missed miscarriage/false positive pregnancy test for a good 2 hours before finally getting to sleep.

Background: I had recently quit my old job at Ancestry.com and was now working for EMG Management. My health benefits ended on September 30th and my new ones would start December 1st. The blessed day that I got my positive test was Friday, October 1st. Yeah, of course, the day after my insurance was up.

That weekend we spent in Salt Lake, at conference, where I was in pain and my brain was literally making a crazy infinity sign ∞ trying to figure out if I was pregnant or if something was wrong and what the MEEP we were going to do without insurance for 2 months. That next little while was full of stress, hope and definite emotional unrest. I had to have some regular blood testing to check my hcg/progesterone levels. Since my prog. was low I was put on progesterone suppositories for for a couple months (gross btw). It was all kind of a crazy blur, but somehow we made it out alive!

Fast forward to now. I'm going through toilet paper like nobody's business, our baby boy looks healthy, and we are SO excited for him to get here. I feel so unworthy of all the blessings that I have received in my life and I am so unbelievably grateful for every one of them. I know that God has a plan for each of us and if we trust in him we will begin to see that plan unfold and we will truly witness miracles.

We need name ideas- Chaz

"This I Promise You"

My new pledge: As excruciating as it is for me to write about my life, I am going to TRY and post on a more consistent basis. (Such a strong pledge, huh?) This is also somewhat due to consistent nagging from a few big whiner babies. Jk!

Here are some things we've been up to lately in no significant order.

Last weekend we went to Price, UT to visit our friends Chelsea and Nate. Chelsea and I grew up together and its been really fun to see them more often now that they live in Price which is only about an hour away from us! They have a super cute little boy named Broden who is adorbs. We thought Price was going to be suuuper po-dunk but it really wasn't THAT bad, they have a Wal-Mart! ;) Chelsea made some scrumptious treats that we ate all weekend and then Saturday night we went to dinner at a place called Groggs. I think? It was actually just as bad as it sounds. We were all sorely disapointed and I think it's safe to say that none of us will be going back any time soon. All in all it was a good little trip and it was nice to relax and get out of Provo for a couple days.

This past weekend we tagged along with Miken&Eddy and Kelly&David to the CrAzY CoRn MaZe!!! It was insaaane! Sike. For some reason I had it in my head that I loved corn mazes. I think it's because I haven't actually been to one since I was about 14 and I went with the youth in my ward. Even then the only thing I actually remember about it was running ankle deep in mud, throwing and dodging corn. Ick. I have surely been kidding myself all these years because after 15 minutes in the maze all I could think was, what is the POINT of this?! The only redeeming part of the CrAzY CoRn MaZe was the "scary section" or "haunted maze" if you will. Even though 98% of it was only mildy scary at best, there was one room that we had to walk through that really had me freakin. It was all clown themed and there were strobe lights, smoke machines and door flaps everywhere. Basically they had you completely disoriented so they could send evil clowns to scare the poo outta you. Oh and one last thing to add, Glee style remakes of "I am a Child of God" are not comforting in anyway. I would know this because the group of adolescents behind us apparently had to belt out their horrible remixes in order to make it through the haunted maze alive. Or so they obviously thought.

This last section is an honorable mention to our nephew Aaron who is 3 today! We wanted to go down to St. George for his birthday but Chaz and I both have colds and weren't up for the drive. Here are a few reasons that Aaron is one of my favorites.

1. He calls me Marie in a french accent on accident. He pronounces it something like "Mare-ree".

2. His diet consists of about 50% chocolate milk 50% fruit snacks.

3. He is starting to not like naps but if his mom threatens to lock the door so he will take one he says, "don't locka door!!" and then she tells him she won't if he stays in bed, and he does! It's hilarious.

4. He is always up for playing cars and he loves to pretend.

Aaron is basically the perfect 3 year old boy and we love him to pieces. Happy Birthday Aaron!