How NICE!

So nice: *dripping sarcasm*
It took Qwest 5-7 days to hook up my phone and internet. It took 5-7 hours to disconnect. Gotta love that.
Actual statements by Qwest customer service folks:
"Sir, I am not going to apologize for this." (talking to Roy, not me)
thanks, not looking for an apology but that attitude is definitely earning my business!

"I'm sorry you were quoted the wrong price."
uh, I'm sorry but that is the price I agreed to pay, wrong or not. I DID NOT AGREE TO THIS INSANE NUMBER YOU ARE CHARGING ME!

I'm sure there are more but I try to block them from my memory.
In better Qwest news, I did finally talk to someone who was both nice and helpful! If I had talked to the one nice and helpful person working there first, perhaps I wouldn't have felt it so necessary to disconnect.
(If you work for Qwest, please don't send me hate mail. I'm sure there is more than one nice and helpful person who works there. I just had a very difficult time finding them. Also, I know many customers are huge jerks. That does NOT make it okay to treat everyone like they are incompetent imbiciles.)

For reals nice: *warm fuzzies and butterflies for all!*
A week and a half ago, the people at the gym's kid's club gave me this great news:
'D is so well behaved. He never hits the other kids even when they are playing Star Wars and the other kids hit him. He has a great imagination and plays so well. We really enjoy having them both here. K is so cute and never gives us any trouble.'
*warm fuzzies for the gym people*

Today I got an email from D's primary teacher telling me how smart he is and how quickly he learns the things she is teaching them. She said, "You are obviously doing a good job." Extra cookies after FHE for that kid! Anytime he makes me look good he definitely gets extra cookies. Heaven knows how many people have thought otherwise about my parenting skills!
*warm fuzzies for the people who teach D's class*

Baby Pyatt Update

I have been meaning to blog more about the fact that we are expecting baby number three. It isn't that we aren't excited or not thinking about it. In fact, the baby comes up regularly in conversations around here. D is big enough this time he wants to know how the baby comes out. We have been having some interesting dinner conversation.

Last Monday for a 'special FHE' we went to the ultrasound. D was super excited. He couldn't wait to find out if it was a boy or a girl. K was more trepidatious. In fact she was quite alarmed when the tech put the gel on my stomach. Daddy had to hold her and comfort her. D didn't care about the gel as long as it didn't touch him. This also meant that I couldn't touch him, just in case...

So, the baby. I was going to post every single ultrasound picture here because I know everyone loves ultrasound pictures. Then I remembered my scanner doesn't work. You'll just have to imagine the black/greyish pictures yourself.

It is a girl. We are right on target for the July 2 due date. Everything is healthy, present and developing properly. Her little heart is beating and she is wiggly. I have started to feel her move -- mostly when I'm lying in bed.

I have had mixed feelings throughout this pregnancy. For much of it, I really haven't felt pregnant. Sick, yes. Fat, yes. Pregnant, not so much. I am starting to get past that. The level of excitement has varied for me. At times I get really excited to have a small newborn again. Then other times I think about breastfeeding or waking up at night and feel less than excited.

I know I will love this baby. I was sort of hoping for a girl. I was afraid we wouldn't have another girl. D and Roy were looking forward to a boy. They are both excited for a girl but D was a little put out when we first found out it was a girl. Now, of course, I'm afraid we'll never have another boy.

As for my body, I am still inbetween maternity and regular clothes. I wear maternity dresses to church because there is no way I can squish into my regular skirts anymore. During the week though, I can still fudge most things. This is a blessing and a curse. People are getting more and more comfortable assuming I'm pregnant but there is still some awkwardness about whether I'm preggo or need to work out more. That goes away if I put on a maternity shirt. The pants with the belly flap... well, fortunately, I'm still a little ways off from wearing them - I think.

AAAARRRGHHH! These kids are driving me crazy. Sorry. Just had to get that off my chest. This is taking me forever to type between them joining me on my lap, spilling milk all over the floor and then playing in it, needing drinks, giving me toys, climbing on things.... We will have three soon...

The Zag game last night

Last night, Roy and I went to see the Zags play in Portland. I'm going to admit something here that may forever scar my relationship with Ray (not that he reads this but ya never know): I wasn't all that excited to go. I mean, I wasn't dreading it or anything. It was just kind of indifferent. Kind of, Meh. However, to redeem myself, I did get into the spirit of the game once we arrived and had a really good time. I cheered and clapped and even started to know the names of some of the players. (Not like Roy who was cheering for them by their first names.)
The game was, of course, all the better because the Zags won. It's not nearly as fun if they lose.

So although I am not a Gonzaga know-it-all, I am going to bestow upon you some of my learnedness from last night. By far, I think I liked Pargo the best. He played practically the entire game! He is a natural leader. It was very enjoyable to see his interaction with the coaches and teammembers that you just don't see on TV. He had fun and was good at what he did. He could use some practice time on the free throw line though.
I don't know if Daye was having a bad night or what, but I really wasn't too impressed with him. He played well enough, I suppose. But everytime the refs would call something on him he would get such a dumb expression of "What are you talking about?". I understand that sometimes refs make bad calls. But MAN UP. Not every call was bad.
Uh, the other guys looked good. The second half the Zags played so much better. They were more aggressive under the Portland basket. They were fouling much less and just looked like a team. It was very fun to watch.
So, overall, I would definitely go watch the Zags play again if someone wants to give me free tickets.

I'm so frustrated.

Seriously. How hard could it possibly be to be a customer service business in this day of computers?! ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ENTER MY INFORMATION IN CORRECTLY!!!! I am so sick of the mistakes these businesses make.
Take for example the illustrious company of Qwest. Spirit of Service. (If I were of a lesser vocabulary there would be some expletives right here.) Six months ago we moved. I spent no less than AN HOUR on the phone with a Qwest Rep to get my service moved and add a phone line. AN HOUR!!! Only to find out several days later when my service was suppose to start that my bumbling rep had NOT ENTER A SINGLE THING INTO THE COMPUTER AND THAT TIME WAS ESSENTIALLY WASTED!!! Good thing I had absolutely nothing else to do with my time, huh. So I spent another oh so expeditious phone call with Qwest so that I could have service. I have been paying my bill faithfully for the past five months until I get this bill. My "price for life" bill: $41.41 is $194.27 today. Yup. Super. Let me just go out back to my money tree and I'll get that right in the mail. So I call Qwest. Naturally. The ever helpful rep points out that I haven't been paying for my internet for these past 6 months. (THEN WHY WAS MY BILL $40?! I HAVE THE CHEAPEST PHONE LINE EVER!!!) I should be grateful that Qwest is only going to charge me for the last 3 months instead of the last 6. Oh yes. Thank you for your generous service. I mean, truly, I should totally have to pay for your mistake. HOW HARD IS IT TO GET THIS STUFF RIGHT???!!!!!!
I was very polite on the phone. I didn't raise my voice or say anything nasty. Actually I hung up rather quickly but not rudely. I think I even said, "you too" when she wished me to have a nice day.
Or, how about another example of KP. I HATE INSURANCE. I think I said that before. I had to request 3 times (!) to get our membership cards sent. Really. They missed billing us for the first month so we had to fork out over $1,000 the next month to pay our premium. WE STILL HAVEN'T RECEIVED A MEMBERSHIP BOOKLET EXPLAINING OUR BENEFITS (Yes, I've asked.) I've called three times about charges from November that they assure me are incorrect (they are) and each time the answer has been "Well, yes, I see it here in the computer..."
I could talk about the $164 Verizon bill or the other KP bill for Lab work that I didn't even have to have. HOW DO SOME OF THESE COMPANIES STAY IN BUSINESS? Oh, because idiots like me keep sending them money.
Anyway, I have to go water my money tree so that it will eak out a few more hundreds. Really, I should have planted the thousand money tree. What was I thinking?!

Ta-Da

What do you think? I finally updated!!

RS fanclubs and a product review

I am not in the fan club for the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer. I heard about the series nearly two years ago. For what ever reason - even though I enjoy reading fictional series - these books never really caught my interest. I looked at checking them out from the library a time or two just to see what the hype was but they were never available and I never bothered to put a hold on them. Anyway, now they are even more big time than ever. I've heard/read more than I ever cared to know about them. This has actually caused my interest in them to disappear entirely. So I can not contribute intelligibly into a Twilight conversation.
I am, however, securely in the Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen fan club (figurately speaking). I have looooooong been a fan of Pride and Prejudice - and several other Austen books- but now I have completed the orientation by watching the entire 6 hour BBC miniseries. *Sigh* Colin Firth.....
Really.
I have owned and viewed the newer P&P with Kiera Knightley many times. I think the miniseries and 2005 movie were done very well. Both times I start out thinking, "Seriously, they cast that man as the attractive Mr. Darcy?" But by the end of the movie I find myself thinking, "WOW! That Darcy is quite an attractive fellow."
Anyway, just thought you all should know where I stand on these two issues. Because whenever I am talking with a couple of LDS women there are two things sure to start conversation: Twilight and Pride and Prejudice the BBC Miniseries.

Product Review:
Elmer's Squeeze and Brush
(If I knew how to get a picture off the internet and put it on my blog it would be here...)
I have a 4-year-old who likes to paint. Alot. So when I saw these I thought I'd give them a try. The idea is that the paint is inside the brush, kind of like a marker. You just give it a little squeeze to get the paint out to the brush and begin painting.
It works. Unless you are trying to create the next Van Gogh. But if you are 4 and really only care about smearing as much paint around the paper as possible, it totally works. Also, the paint is washable (OR IT WOULDN'T BE IN MY HOUSE) so clean up is pretty easy. Oh yeah, and it's non-toxic if the 18 month old eats it she won't die. Just trust me on this.
Because a 4 year old and 18 month old were the testers, all five paint brushes ended up painting mostly a sickly brown by the time they were done. The brushes totally washed out and because the paint is inside the tubes above the brushes it actually stayed the original color. So even though the yellow was NOT painting yellow by the end of the event, it will paint yellow the next time we try (at least for a little while...)
So, if you are looking for a painting option, I say: Give it a try.

I'm back!

Back from blog-cation/real vacation. I suppose I should say it's good to be home... I mean really, what could be better than being back in your own house with your own kids and no one else to clean, cook and watch the kiddo's but you. *sigh* Too bad grandma lives so far away.

So Christmas was good. (Argh! My feet are asleep!! I hate the painful tingyness!!!)

Here's our little shephard with the 'baby Jesus' he arranged all by himself. It really was adorable watching how excited D was for a little family reinactment.

The gift opening frenzy. It really wasn't too frenzyish. Pretty laid back actually. K was mostly interested in her new bike and anything that resembled candy. D just wanted to open presents. Any presents. Didn't matter if they were his or not.

A few days later the kids and I flew to SLC for a 2 week foray into the lives of Grandparents. The flight was, erm, unpleasant. Between being anxious, not sleeping for three nights before because of a sick kid and pregnant it was most memorable in the not good way. But we made it. As one stewardess said when I told her I was prenant (no, I do not have the flu), "Oh, God bless you." And he did.

Here's a futile attempt at taking cousin pictures. BTW, anyone else who participated in taking pictures at that occasion, please email me the results. Please let them be better than mine.

Me to my mom: "If we could just get all four kids awake, happy, looking cute and holding still we could get maybe 12 good pictures for Grandpa's calendar."

Us together: "hahaBwahahahahahahaha*gasp*gasp*Bwahahaha"

It was a fun filled time in which we visited Grandma and Grandpa Bishop, Jones and Pyatt. We got to spend time will Uncle Rick and Justin as well as James, Mel and their kids. D got to go sledding (behind a 4-wheeler, so cool). I helped mom clean the 'playroom'/storage of junk room. But I promised I wouldn't talk about how you couldn't walk through it to get to the bedrooms on the other side because of the mountains of stuff (including the needlepoint for 'someday' and way more computer junk than any home should have to deal with). So I won't tell you about that.

Fortunately the trip home was much better. I was well rested, not sick or nearly as anxious (still pregnant with two small kids though). We also weren't late and didn't have to run at top speed through the airport. Which is good because we were a loooooooong way from our airplane. Even when we went through our gate, it didn't take us to our airplane! We still had to walk down a hall to get to another hall that lead to another hall that took us to the door leading out to the tarmac where our airplane was waiting for us to climb the stairs. Eh, we fly el cheap-o.

Well folks, that is a disjointed rehashing of the last month. Happy New Year to all and to all a good night.