Lots of Stuff

It is the middle of the night and I have thought about getting back in the swing of things and updating this for the longest time, so here it goes. Please forgive me if this begins to sound a little unorganized or rambling. I just want to talk to someone and my husband and baby are both so tired and they both need their sleep.

My husband gave me a new computer for my anniversary. Because of all of the changes (I always hate getting reaquanted with my electronics) I didn't get back on here right away. It was an unexpected present (I guess that is probably obvious). When we first got married (on our honeymoon) he told me that he built a computer for me from scratch as a wedding present and it had all of the features that he thought I would find important for the things that I liked to do at the time. I thought that was so sweet. I felt bad because I didn't think to have a present for him. He said I was his present (cheesy, I know, but it made me melt :-D).
This year I remembered my anniversary about three days before the fact. I got all worked up and called him at work and said, "Honey, with all of the distractions this year like the baby and the move and everything else, we forgot our anniversary is this Saturday!!!" He replied, "We didn't forget..." I felt so stupid! He told me that he had been looking forward to it for over a month and had been "putting some things together" for the occasion. He bought me a treadmill I had been drooling over forever, and he took me out to buy a whole new set of clothes (just because he knew I was wanting them), and then he brought home a new computer that can handle more of the things I am into now (like video/photo editing and music and extra storage).
Because I had forgotten that it was our anniversary I had already RSVPed that I would be at a bridal shower that night, so I thought I was doing really great to frantically arrange for a babysitter for the afternoon so I could take him to a really nice Chinese food place for lunch (his favorite food, right). Then I arranged to have a family friend watch Mission Impossible 3 with him because Marcio had been wanting to see it but hadn't because he knew that I didn't want to. When everything was said and done I felt pretty bad about what a romantic clutz I am. He just gave me a hug that night and told me that it had been a great anniversary and that he is just happy to be my husband every day. I think that kind of thing is exactly why I married him.

Caio is getting bigger. He is always into everything. He has learned the joy of getting into my house plants and eating the dirt. I am always vacuuming and sweeping up the dirt on the floor and cleaning mud off of his hands and face and out of his mouth. It is a little disturbing to me. He is really mobile. He crawls and pulls himself up to things and walks along the edges of surfaces. He has two little teeth right up front and on the bottom of his little mouth and he likes to bite me, but he is getting better about it every day. He did bite my bottom lip while I was at playgroup today though.... that wasn't very fun. He has these stuffed annimals in his crib that he absolutely loves and he has begun to play with them a lot more lately. One is a blue Whinney the Pooh and one is a blue bear that says "My First Bear" on the front and the other is a little monkey with a red sweater on. He especially loves the two bears. He will pick all three of the toys up and bite their noses and he will hold one in both hands and hit them into each other and giggle. I have also seen him give them hugs and lay down next to them and snuggle his face next to theirs while he smiles up at me. Yesterday he began bouncing a little yellow bouncy ball on the kitchen floor. He would bounce it and then crawl after it and bounce it all over again. I just watched him and laughed and laughed. I love him SO MUCH! More and more every day!!! What a special joy to my heart. I am so blessed to be his mom.

I have been looking forward to my sister-in-law, Ruth, coming back from California for the longest time (a couple of months, actually). She got back last night and we invited them over again tonight to watch a movie. She is expecting a little boy in about 4 weeks. I am really excited for her, her husband and her baby. I am also excited for CJ to have a new cousin.

I teach Relief Society once a month now. The second sunday. When I taught this last Sunday, all these ladies wanted to hold him. I was so grateful for the help and also very happy that he was a hit. This one lady asked what his name was and I said Caio (I always am thinking should I say Caio or CJ or both???) and she said, "Cai....OH???" "Yep," I said, "Perfect!" I usually say perfect because most people come pretty darn close anyway, and I'm not all uptight like that. Then the sister who finally ended up with Caio said, just as I was getting up to teach the lesson, "Come here, Chacho."!!!!! I just about busted up laughing!!! I have had a lot of funny things said about his name and some people have tried to change it to Tchao (brazil) or Ciao (itally) both pronounced "Chow", but that was the first time anyone has ever changed it so drastically. I kind of like it, though. Maybe Chacho will be my new pet name/nick name for him! :-D We'll have to see. ;-)

Friday-Saturday of last week was actually our ward campout and we decided to go and try out our first family campout. It sounded fun at the time we first talked about it anyway. In fact it seemed like such a great idea until Friday night/Saturday morning. We went and bought a tent and borrowed sleeping bags and got all of our gear together. We were all set. We were going to be an outdoorsy, nature-loving, ward-camping family! We set up our tent next to the tent of my husband's youngest brother and joined in the campfire fun and ward dinner. We were doing so great! We even went back to our tent and put the baby to sleep. We snuggled into our family sleeping bag and whispered to each other about what a great idea it had been to come and do this, finally. Right about then a bunch of loud, giggling, teen-aged girls came by screaming and laughing and making a lot of noise. Baby Boy woke up and began screaming with them, but for quite a different reason. That was the end of our peaceful night. He screamed non-stop from around 12:30 AM (when they woke him up) until around 2:10 AM (when we finally decided to leave the campground for our own sanity and to be nice to the other campers around us). We grabbed only the most necessary things and promised to come back first thing in the morning for our camping gear and my brother-in-law (and his friend). CJ basically cried the whole ride home and then continued to cry until between 4:00AM and 4:30 AM when we both finally fell asleep while I nursed him. I woke up late Saturday morning alone with Caio. Marcio was back at the camp getting our stuff. I don't know if we will be camping again any time soon.... but then agian???? I guess we will see.

I guess that is enough for now. I will try to get back in here and keep things going again.
Good Night!