I've received several complaints lately about not updating my blog. Well it isn't for lack of trying. I've started about 15 posts in the past little while only to have them mysteriously delete or disappear in the middle of typing or when I go to publish them. This is yet another attempt at posting. Pictures tend to cause the most problems, so I'm going to avoid those altogether.
Life has moved along in the Gibson house. Daniel is working hard working on his final projects and getting ready for finals. He's so excited to be done with this semester and to have a little break before diving into school again in January. He's also been working both jobs, and somehow finds time to be with his family as well. I can't even say how grateful I am for such a determined husband who takes such good care of us.
Lynny is growing so fast it's scary. I've had several people comment in the last week that she doesn't even look like a baby anymore. She's such a little girl! She gets along amazingly with everyone she meets and she LOVES people. My young women at church have so much fun with her on Sundays and at activities.
She's signing like a mad woman, picking up new signs (and making up her own) everyday. And she's gettting more vocal too. For a little while she wouldn't talk at all and I was a little concerned, but she's doing fine now.
And I'm doing well. I love being able to stay home and be the little housewife I've always wanted to be. I cook and clean, and play with Lynny all day. I also have a few other moms in the ward that I get with regularly to work out or go on walks with. Our kids love playing together (or at least with each others' toys) so we get the chance to be grown-ups for an hour or so. I feel like it's all so cliche--being in a play group, wearing an apron around the house, making the bed every morning--but I wouldn't change a thing. I'm so content with where I am in life, and so grateful for the opportunity to do what I love.
In other news, the Christmas season is upon us, and with that comes all of the wonderful traditions! One tradition that I've married into (and Daniel's favorite) is going to Koosharem, Utah to hike through the mountains and find a Christmas tree. The trees are never perfect, or nicely groomed like the ones you get at a tree farm, but thats part of the charm of them. I wasn't planning on going this year, seeing how I was 8 months pregnant, but I changed my mind at the last minute. And I'm glad I did. I had so much fun. (see facebook for pictures)
Two days after we got back from tree hunting I had my 35 week appointment with my midwife and found out that I could be due any day! (Good thing I didn't put myself into labor on an old logging road in Fish Lake National Forest!) I'm measuring at full term, having semi-regular contractions, and he's dropped so low they can barely feel his head. Real labor could be just around the corner! Or... I could also not have this baby until my due date (January 8). So, basically, I've entered the long waiting game. I'm trying not to get my hopes up that Baby Gibson will make his appearance any time soon, though, because it'll just be harder if he doesn't. We'll try to keep you all updated!
