Introducing...

Boston Brickton Flammer

October 20th, 2010

4:11 p.m.

7 pounds, 11 ounces
20 1/2 inches

Daddy's first time holding his little boy

Sun bathing at the hospital

First bath

First football game with daddy

Cousins Cooper and McKenna brought Boston balloons!

Aunt Melissa

Uncle Afton

Grandma Claire's first time with baby Boston. She came and helped for a week, and I'm prety sure she saved my life with all she did!

Grandpa Neal and Baby Boston

Granny Tannie holding Boston for the first time

Bugga Mark is pretty sure momma went through labor and brought this kid into the world just for him

Uncle Trevor

Aunt Burgundy

Uncle Brandon and Aunt Deanne came to visit at the hospital

Grannie Tannie and Bugga Mark

Auntie Esther and Boston are already pals. She came and helped me for a few days, and was there in the hospital for my stay. She also got up in the night and helped when he was fussy so I could sleep.

Overall delivary day went pretty smoothly. We went in at 5:30 a.m., Wednesday October 20th, and I was induced at 6 a.m. I really started to feel it around 9:30, and around 11 Dr. Muscolino came in and broke my water. After that it became pretty painful, but luckily not more than a couple hours after that I got my epidural. I was at a 4 then, and thankfully was able to fall asleep with the pain relieved. I woke up about an hour later and was at an 8! Labor progressed rapidly after that and at 4:11 we had our little boy! We are so grateful for his health and the love we instantly felt for him. Thanks you everyone for your help and love and support! Brick, you are especially amazing, and I love seeing how much you love your little boy!

9 months and counting

Why am I still here? And what do I have to do to get this boy out of me? (Ok, but really, no advice, thank you very much. I've heard it all, and from everyone from the lady at the grocery store to the man I live with). Brickton worked from home all this week and last, just in case (ha), and we went on brisk walks up the wazzoo. Nothing. We ate spicy food. Nothing. And we tried all the other things, too (ehem). Nothing, nothing, nothing. I am actually feeling pretty good though, considering that I am 4 days past due, I can't sleep, I can't see my toes or get up on my own, and I waddle like a duck.

BUT THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL! We are getting up bright and early tomorrow morning to get induced. I. Am. So. NERVOUS! Wish us luck, and come this time tomorrow let's cross our fingers that our little man is here and healthy! Thanks for all the kind thoughts, calls, and prayers!

Can't wait to meet Mr. Boston Brickton Flammer!

Big Fish

(...Or kind of little fish). Brick has been getting more boy time in before I make him turn all his attention to cooking gourmet meals for me, changing diapers, and spoiling me and the baby.
In reality he has been so sweet and attentive this past little while, and so anxious to meet mini Brick. He deserves all the fishing trips and football time he can get.

At Utah Lake, with the 3rd fish he's ever caught. He went with our friend Jeff and his little boy and brothers, and came back sweaty, sunburnt, and happy.

So Spoiled...

...but really deserving, of course! I'm talking about the vacation Brick took with his buddies to San Fran. I guess you could say it was his last hurrah before all his time is consumed by being a daddy. It was a four day vacation of pure boy time, filled with Madden football, a tour of Google, a Stanford game, and a Monday Night Football game between the Saints and the 49ers (courtesy of Steve Young). The boys even purchased matching t-shirts for the pro game (how cute is that?), rode in a limo, and got to sit in a box with Steve Young and Joe Montana.

Brick also got to see Steve Job's house, the Golden Gate Bridge and the Muirwoods (with huge trees kind of like the Redwood Forest).
I can hardly live with Brick these days, after all that. He thinks he's pretty sweet

(ok, he really is).

The Google Bike Crew

Brickton, Brandon, Harv, and James at the Stanford game

Steve Job's house

At the Muirwoods

The Golden Gate Bridge

At Huntsman Gay, where Steve Young works

(Harv works for Steve, who is his wife's cousin. He hooked everyone up. Thanks Harv!)

Monday Night Football!

Steve Young got them the limo, the box seats, and a pass on to the field.

Thanks Steve, ol' buddy ol' pal!

The guys named this photo "the boxout," because Joe Montana agreed to take a picture with them per Steve Young's request, but he boxed Brandon out. Life is tough, Brandon.

(Notice the cute matching t's)

Glad you had a good time, honey, glad I didn't have the baby while you were gone,

and SO GLAD to have you back!

Big Belly(s)

I feel very excited to be able to say, "The baby will be here next month!" I'm at the point where the time seems to be crawling, especially at night when I try to sleep and a comfortable position is nowhere to be found. But I really can't complain because I know it could be a lot worse. I could have swollen legs and feet and ankles. There could be complications that would keep me from getting out of bed at all. I've had it pretty easy. I did have another fainting spell in Sacrament meeting last week, but luckily Brick put his arm around me and kept me from sliding from my seat to the floor! I woke up with my chin on my chest and thought, "Did I fall asleep during the last talk?" The doc doesn't know what's causing them to happen, but won't do more tests till after the baby is born.

This is the view of my toes by now...they're getting less visible as we speak:

(Notice they are at least still painted...for the last time till I have this baby.

It was SO hard to do, and had me panting by the end of it!)

Now THIS photo is priceless (and will get me in a lot of trouble):

Brick and I attended a birthing class together a couple of weeks ago. My honey was so cute, raising his hand and asking questions and participating more than all the other husbands put together. He ended up being the husband who had to wear the 33 week preggo belly (actually a backpack with sand bags in it). He had to sit on the ground and try to get up on his own, tie his shoes, lay on his back, and more. He really has seemed more sympathetic since then, especially, he pointed out, since his shoulders were doing most of the heavy lifting in the exercize.

Anyway, he told me I couldn't use this picture because it made him look fat! I laughed out loud and said I didn't feel at all sorry for him because

THIS is how I feel every day now:

What have we gotten ourselves into?

Our new ward is full of pregnant women. There are seven due by October. And babies. Lots and lots of babies. When I had family visiting one Sunday they could not believe the noise. It gets so loud that it sometimes becomes difficult to pay attention. This is my excuse for the following drawing Brick and I came up with this last sabbath day while "listening" in sacrament meeting:

This is what we decided our baby will look like, after 7 1/2 months of dreaming about his perfection. Attractive, huh? I came up with the double chin, smile and eyes. Brick came up with the nose, ears, tongue, curlycue and nike headband. You can tell he wants a basketball player and I just want a happy michelin baby. We are full of high expectations for our little man.

In the meantime, as we are drawing this masterpiece, imagining the joy of parenthood, the toddler in the pew ahead of us turns around and grins. I think, "oh, how cute, he wants to play!" So I smile back, wave, and touch his chubby little hands.

He rears back and spits at me, a big slimy one that dribbles from my knee to my ankle, because I don't dodge out of the way fast enough. The whole ward sees me try, and the rest of the day I get comments about how all babies aren't that bad. His poor mama.

Wait, what am I thinking? THIS poor mama.

I'm not sure I'm ready to raise a boy.

Hats and more hats

My niece Hannah made this cute little piggy for our baby boy. Can you believe the talent? She gets it from her momma, who made me a crocheted diaper bag. I took initiative from them and decided to get busy on some projects of my own. I had a lot of time on my hands last week since Brick was in NYC for more training, so I sat on my rear watching netflicks and making these for our little boy:

Brick calls this crazy one the jester hat.

The blue and white one goes with his take-home outfit. I love how floppy it is!

And I even made one for the daddy!

We are getting so excited for our little man to arrive!

Just 9 1/2 weeks left! By now he has more clothes than both Brickton and I put together. I love taking each tiny outfit out and imagining what our baby will look like in them. And the dreams have really started, that is when I can sleep! As if it's not bad enough that my hips will be wider once this is all over with, they have to cause me pain while they get there! I really don't mind so much, though, because I know it will be worth it, and Brick has been very sweet throughout the whole pregnancy, and very protective. We had a little scare the other evening on our way to dinner, when I fainted in the car and he couldn't revive me for a couple minutes and he said I was having contractions. So we made a detour to the emergency room (thank goodness his dad works there and we didn't have to do any paperwork or waiting). They made sure me and the baby were ok, but since then, Brick has been even sweeter. I am so grateful to have such a great and supportive husband.

I have no doubt he will be a fantastic daddy.

Lambson Family Reunion

Do not underestimate how hard it is to get a group this large to look at the camera at the same time. I must say, I am proud. Can you believe the Lambsons have almost fifty members in our immediate family? This is the first time almost all of us have been together in years, and it was a lot of madness and noise and good times!

The Original Lambson Clan (minus one brother, Hansy, who couldn't make it).

The best of the whole bunch.

(Note: These are only the family pictures I was put in charge of. I'm still missing Kevn's and Hansy's family pictures, if anyone can give them to me.)

Aaron and his family came from D.C.

Ammon and his family were in charge of the reunion and did a great job planning for such a huge group of rednecks!

(probably because they are a bunch of rednecks themselves...)

Carrol and his family came all the way from Germany! It was great to see them and sad to see them go.

Esther and her family. Check out Andrew's priceless expression.

Helaman and his family all the way from the Mexican border.

Like us, Afton and his family only had to drive through SLC to get to the reunion.

I caught this priceless moment of my mom telling the grandkids stories in the backyard.

My parents just got home from the Phillippines, where they served an 18 month mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. We love their example, but man are we glad to have them back safe and sound!

And all of it would have been impossible without the two of them.

Glad to have you home, Mom and Dad!