How To Catch A Leprechaun:

How To Catch A Leprechaun:

Step 1:

Leprechauns are most likely to approach a trap when comfortable with their surroundings. To attain this, spend copious amounts of time painting very realistic grass with a sponge brush.

Make sure to take your time.

Concentrate.

Step 2:

If you're going to actually catch a leprechaun, you'll need some luck. Apply 4 leaf clovers.

Step 3:
Be sure to keep any onlookers happy and content with a binky.






Don't get too frustrated. Remember that leprechauns are tricky. And that's okay. Have some comfort food if necessary. We suggest marshmallows.


Step 4:
Give the trap a natural ambience, add floral decorations as needed.

Step 5:

Prepare the shiny bait.

Step 6:

This last part takes some finesse, so we have not included pictures that may cause some distraction. Stick those shiny things in your trap. We've included a live action tutorial later in this post on how your trap will actually work.

Step 7:

Smile big and be proud of the 2 hours you spent building such an amazing contraption.

Video Tutorial:

The Next Morning:

As we said, sometimes those Leprechauns can sure be tricky. They dug a hole out the side of that trap to get out. Sneaky Sneaky. Guess we'll have to build a better trap next St. Patty's Day!

Our Little Gift From God :)

Ian James Eddy

Born March 8, 2010 at 8:50 am

7 lbs 2 ounces

19 1/2 inches

While JD and I were struggling to decide a name for our little boy, I came across the name Ian, and didn't immediately fall in love with it. But then I saw this:

Ian- Meaning: Gift from God.

At that moment, I knew it was THE name.

So far, I don't think it nearly describes how we feel about the little guy.

Here's the story (the long version) for anyone who wants to know:

Sunday during church, I was feeling the same old way I had for weeks. That this kid was not coming on his own, he would be here by induction on Wednesday, and that there was nothing anybody could do to change that. For the sacrament hymn, we sang hymn 169, "As Now We Take the Sacrament" and the last verse touched my heart and bore testimony to me that the Lord knows me, and my struggles with this. Everything would be just fine, that everything was going according to plan, not mine, but His. I finally accepted I couldn't control the situation and was willing to put it into His hands.

That night, at 2 in the morning after JD had been up with a restless Morgan for an hour, I took my shift. Right as she fell back asleep, my water broke. Contractions hadn't started yet, so we took our time getting everything we needed and loading up Morgan.

By the time we got to the designated place to hand off Morgan to my Dad, my contractions were hard and strong...and only 3 minutes apart. (JD was especially happy because this meant he had a reason to drive fast)

When we got to the hospital though, I was still only a 3 and 70% effaced. The first 2 hours of labor were contractions 2 minutes apart or less, and they were just getting me fully effaced. I wanted to do it without an epidural, but 5 hours in and still only dilated to a 4 and with contractions now less than a minute apart...I totally broke!

Once I had the epidural, which I gotta say, I am never ever saying I am doing it without one of those suckers again. I love the magic. Anyhow, we had baby Ian within an hour of the epidural, and I only had to push twice. The whole process from when my water broke till 8:50 when he joined our family took 7 hours...for which I am SO thankful!



He has been nothing but a little bundle of joy for us. Morgan has done so well, I feel like she was waiting for him more than any of the rest of us were. All day long we are having to keep an eye on her, all she wants to do is HUG HUG HUG "baby brother Ian".


And to Ian:

I am so glad you came to us. I feel more strongly about your potential for big things than anything else I have ever felt in my life. I know our family has been blessed by you, and I know that at some point in our lives (probably many different ones) you will be the one who keeps our family strong. I love you, my sweet baby boy.

It's That Time of Year Again!

Well, it happens to be that time of year again! The time when I will be posting about a BAJILLION times because it happens to be all of our birthdays (and the new baby's too!) It's just a crazy time of year for us! So I guess if I'm going to be posting like crazy, I better get on with it huh? Well, here is how we celebrated Morgan's big day:

"Hmmm, what could be in this super tall present?"
"MOM! It's my butterfly kite from Daddy's work!!!!!!"

So, with the kite out of the bag (hahaha I couldn't resist) we packed up and headed out to go get in some quality kite flying time.

Dad had to help her get it up and going a little bit...

But she wasn't going to let him have it for long!

She wrestled it away from Dad and was lovin it! By the way, does anyone know a cuter kid than mine? Okay Okay, so I'm biased...

After the kite flying got old (actually what happened was Morgan tripped, let go of the kite, and I got to run about 2 blocks to chase it down...at 39 weeks pregnant!) Anyhow, after that little escapade, we headed down to the dock of the lake we were flying the kite at:

Morgan was cracking me up, she kept saying the geese were "Monster Ducks" and going to "eat her cause they is monsters"

Did I mention this was her 3rd birthday? Well, apparently she thought it was her 16th, because in the empty parking lot she climbed right up into JD's lap and had the best time EVER driving us around.

It was her birthday, I let her do what she wanted...

The Post Where I Complain A Lot:

Alright, I warned you.

I am just so tired of being pregnant. And its not even so much that. Its just that there were about 5 women due about 3 weeks before me, and I think it is playing tricks on my mind. I just feel like everybody has had their babies, and here is me, still not even quite a 2 and only 60% effaced. Which, by the way, is the same I have been for the past 2 and a half weeks.

Yesterday JD pointed out that I have not even reached my due date yet, so what is the point in me getting all worked up. Well, I don't know what the point is, it is just how it is.

I try to calm myself down by pointing out things like:
  1) Regardless of how nice it seems to have a baby 2 weeks early, that is ACTUALLY a malfunction, and my body is only performing as it should by carrying my baby to full term.
  2) I have had a healthy, mostly comfortable pregnancy that has made it bearable to be pregnant for a full 40 weeks.
  3) Everyday this kid stays in there is one more day that I get to spend with just Morgan.

Pointing out these things to myself does not really help, at all.

The worst part of the whole thing is that I feel like my body is just not going to do this on its own ever. I feel like everyday he is in there, is not one more day waiting to go into labor naturally, its one more day to wait to find out when we will actually have the baby. Its just a lot of ups and downs with the contractions that come and go away, and the doctor's appointments where I try and try to keep myself from getting my hopes up, and I still manage to do so, only to find out I haven't progressed at all.

On Sunday, when one of those women who had their baby 3 weeks ago brought in their little guy, I seriously felt like I am never going to have one of those. I just feel like it is never going to happen. Its like I can't wrap my mind around the idea of him ever actually coming out, because I can't even handle getting my hopes up again just to wait.

But, on the bright side, I am 40 weeks on Thursday, and have an appointment on Friday to schedule an induction for next week. So at least I know he won't be in there till next month.