Rollin'. Rollin'. Rollin' With the Hommies.

Jace is a big boy. At just over four months, the little tank weights 17 1/2 lbs. I swear the kid is getting straight cream when he feeds. And he feeds often! Anyway...we keep waiting for him to roll over. Iz was rolling back and forth by now. But, she was quite a bit smaller too. Well, the other day, to my complete amazement and shock, he rolled. Hasn't done it since, but hey, it'll come! Here are some pics i got of the big moment.


I think I'll give this rolling over business a try!



Look at me mom! I'm getting it!


Mission accomplished.
Time to rest.
I'm out.

A Camping We Will Go?

I. Am. Not. A. Camper. I make no excuses nor do i try and hide this fact. I grew up in a home where camping was the equivalent of staying overnight at the Motel 8. I mean we NEVER went camping. Well, there was that one time when we took the boat out to Starvation Reservoir and Dad put up the tent for us to sleep in. I lasted about 2.5 seconds until the claustrophobia took over and i ended up in the back of the van with my mom. Seriously, the tent was closing in on me, blocking off all the air to my body. Camping. I just don't like it! I hate the bugs that inevitably end up on the inside of the tent. I hate the dirt that gets tracked all over the bedding. I hate sleeping bags...can't move in those dang things! I hate waking up in the morning and feeling like i can't move because I'm frozen in place. I hate having no where to pee or wash my face...and no, that stream just across the way WILL NOT cut it. I hate the thick coat of dust and grime that gets all over me, and having no way to get it all off.

Because i hate camping so much, it would be just my luck that I'd marry an avid camper. Scott LOVES camping for all the reasons i hate it. He is Mr. Outdoors to a 'T'. Lucky for me, and not so lucky for him, he has never pressured me into camping. Poor guy has enough gear to last him months in the outdoors and he can't even get his wife to enjoy the blasted activity. Oh well, such is life. You win some, and you loose some. He definitely lost on this one.

All this being said, you're probably wondering what in the world it took for me to agree to go on this overnight camping trip with Scott, Izzy, and Gabe. And I'll tell you. Nothing! It took nothing. I agreed to give it one last try, just to appease my husband and to make a fun memory with the kids. (Not to worry though, i already had my mind made up that i was going to hate every minute of it.) And really, how bad could one little overnighter hurt?

Scott went to the campsite early to set up the tent. I picked up the food for dinner and packed up our necessary items for the night. I think i overdid this from the look on Scott's face when he pulled up to see three duffel bags, a toilet, movies/dvd player, and enough treats to feed an army, waiting to be loaded into the trunk of our car. What? I say you can never be too prepared. Now, i have to say that i took my bad attitude with me all the way up to the campground. But, when we got there, i sort of caught the spirit of the thing. My wonderful husband had blown up our air mattress and covered it with a fitted sheet, flat sheet, down comforter, and other blankets. He'd fixed us up so we'd have power so that i could 'pump' at night. He'd even hung a light so that i could read in bed. He had the kids bed all ready to go too...complete with dvd player ready for them to watch. I have to admit, i was impressed. We ate dinner, went on a bike ride, took a walk, watched a movie, read stories, and ate candy until we were about to pop. And it was...fun.

That night as I lay looking up at the stars (because this tent has a mesh top...thus allowing PLENTY of airflow for my claustrophobia) i turned to Scott and said, "Not that I'm willing to do this all the time, but really, this isn't too bad." And really, it wasn't.

Johnny Jump-Up

Ode to Johnny

You sat in the dark, in the dust and decay,
Wondering when it'd be your time to play.
Two long years you waited around,
Hoping and wishing for that joyous sound...
The sound of people coming to find you,
To clean you all up til you shined like brand new.
This could only mean one thing!
A new child would fill your soft swing.
And who would this chubby little one be?
Who would you cradle and finally see?
A fine bouncing boy seemed just right for the task,
Now 'Johnny' would be used once again, finally, at last!
Oh Johnny how we love what you do,
You keep our boy busy, our little Jace Andrew.
For he loves to jump up and down in your seat,
He likes the lights and thinks your toys are quite neat.
So Johnny, don't you fear and don't fret,
A better toy for our Jace we haven't found yet.
So we'll keep you hanging around for a good long while
For we just love the way you make our boy smile!

Dog Days of School

Isabelle started school this year. I don't know where the time went and how it is possible that my baby is old enough to leave me for three days a week to go to school. The first day was a lot harder on mommy and daddy than on Iz...especially daddy. We both shed a tear or two as we watched her take hold of her new teachers hand and walk away from us. However, she is LOVING every minute of school. The teachers were so impressed with her vocabulary and understanding of new concepts that they moved her from the three year old class to the four year old class. I am amazed at the things she comes home to tell me everyday. She is learning and growing so much. She knows all her letters and numbers to 20. At home we are working on writing the letter and learning all the sounds. I think she's a genius, but i may be a bit biased!

Growing up, we used to have a 'fashion show' before school where we would model our new school clothes for our grandma, aunt and cousins. I thought it would be fun to continue this tradition with Iz. So, a few days before school we went over to gramma and grampas to 'mobel' (as Iz calls it) some of her new school clothes.

After these pictures, I've posted a few of her first day of school. Do you think she likes the camera?

At The Fashion Show

First Day of School

Case of the Missing Camera

So, not long after Jace was born, we went swimming over at the pool by Brookes house. I, of course, took the camera so that i could get pics of the kids. Upon leaving the pool, amidst the chaos of picking up after not one but two kids now, we left the camera. Now, we weren't really worried. Afterall, we live in Centerville, Utah, people. Everyone here is kind and caring and honest, right? WRONG! Some dirty rotten theif stole our camera! We posted signs, we sent emails via the Home Owners Association, we checked garbage cans, sidewalks, flowerbeds, etc. We even went so far as to say in one email that we didn't even care if the camera was returned...we just wanted the sim card! This card held ALL, and i mean ALL, Jace's new baby pictures. We were sick. Holding on to the hope that someone would at least do the right thing and return the camera, we bought a few disposible cameras to tide us over. Months later, we are still without the camera. And, to make matters worse, the disposible cameras we bought got exposed and the pics there were runined too. So, terrible mother that i am, now the only pictures i have of Jace are from when he was about one month on. I know it's not all my fault...but i did leave the camera at the pool. Oh well. Lesson learned.

Here are a few of our favorite pictures of 'The Big Easy' that we have taken, using my parents camera, over the past few months. Enjoy!
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Why the title Bugs Spot?

Perhaps you're wondering why we chose the title "The Bugs Spot" for our blog. Well, the answer is simple really. We named it after our baby girl. We have called her 'bug' for as long as I can remember. I can recall my mother being appalled that we'd call her a 'bug.' "She doesn't look at all like a bug!" she'd say. Little did mom know that the nicknames that have come since...kitty, bunny, tiny, mooch, and mama...would have little to do with her looks either. She is what she is. The nicknames are what they are. And that is that.

Miss Rose

Those of you that know our family, are pretty well aquainted with our three year old daughter, Isabelle Rose Wetsel. She is 3 going on 16 and has a lot to say about just about everything. She started preschool this year with all the other 3 year olds at Centerville Acadamey. However, after only 2 days of school, her teacher Ms. Marsha phoned Scott and I to tell us that she was definately in the wrong class. Though she was the same age as the other kids, her vocabulary and actions were far above them...no kidding? And so, she was moved up to the four year old class with her cousin Gabe. She loves school and we are constantly amazed at what she's learning and all the things she can do.

I wanted to write down a few of our favorite "Isabelle-isms" for you to read so that you too can get a taste of what our 'tiny bug' is all about.

*One day while drawing pictures of the temple with her daddy, Iz pointed to the top of her temple and said, "Look Dad! It's the angel Ramona!"

*The other day she came out of her Grandma Wetsel's house singing "I'm A Single Baby" to the tune of Beyonce's "All The Single Ladies."

*When Scott was preparing to give his first lesson in Gospel Doctrine, he was very nervous. Iz, always picking up on the emotions of those around her says, "Dad, would you like me to say a special prayer for you?" This was followed up by one of the sweetest, most simple, heartfelt prayers I have ever heard. Truly brings new meaning to 'become as a little child.'

*When Iz was 'snuffing' the other day (a thing she does when she's fake crying) i turned to her and said, "Izzy, what's the matter? Are you sad?" She responded in kind by saying, "Oh Mom...I'm just so happy! That's why I'm crying." "Why honey? Why are you so happy?" I said. "Because my mommy gets to stay home with me all the days now and not have to go to work anymore." This was a day of 'mommy paybacks' for me.

*When singing 'I Love To See The Temple' Izzy sings the words, "I'll prepare myself while I am YUM" (instead of young). We don't have the heart to correct her.

*After getting in the car after preschool one day, Iz says to me, "Mom. I'm stressed out!"

*And finally...the other night, Scott and I are laying in bed when Iz enters our room and climbs up on the bottom of the bed. Holding up two fingers she says to us, "Ok Mom and Dad. You have 2 choices. I can either climb up in your bed and sleep with you, or, one of you can come down to my bed and sleep with me. What's your choice?"

There are sooo many more things she says and does everyday that crack us up. I've started to write down everything so I won't forget. Suffice it to say that she is the light of our life. We love her so much. She is the BEST big sister and loves her baby brother with all her heart. We can't wait to see what the future holds in store for our princess. Love you bug!

The Big Easy

Four months ago, we added a new member to our family. Jace Andrew was born on June 10th at 3:30 in the afternoon. I'd like to say it was an easy breezy delivery, but I'd be lying. After two epidurals, my blood pressure dropping to critical levels not once but TWICE, and Jaces' heart rate plummeting twice, we were ready to throw in the towel. When the little guy finally decided to show his tiny face, we were relieved and grateful...but for a short moment. We soon learned he wasn't breathing on his own. He was whisked away from me before I even had a chance to say hello. I was told that his APGAR was 2 pretty much all he had going for him was a weak heartbeat. They rushed him to NICU where he was placed under an oxygen box. He had tubes and needles all over his poor body. My dad and Scott were able to give him a blessing of healing and comfort shortly after that. They couldn't put their hands on his head because he had to remain under the oxygen, so they placed their hands on his tiny chest. Three agonizing hours later I was able to be wheeled into the nursery to see him. Looking back, I don't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. He was so helpless in that bed, covered with all sorts of foreign objects. I sobbed for hours after that. I couldn't even hold my new son. I stayed in the hospital for 3 days. During that time, I was able to visit the nursery whenever I wanted, and could hold him and breastfeed him after a day or so. The doctors told us to plan on having to leave him at the hospital for some time. I was devastated. But through faith and prayers and that wonderful blessing, a miracles happened. Jace made a huge turn around. After a large panel of tests on his lungs and other organs, the doctors were stunned to tell us that he would be able to leave the hospital with us. I can't remember ever being more relieved.

It hasn't gotten easier. As soon as we got home, we noticed Jace's coloring was off. More tests, more needles, and more doctors. Jace had a quite severe case of jaundice. Luckily, we were able to have a special bilirubin bed brought to our house for him. I don't know what I'd have done if we'd have had to take him back to the hospital and leave him there. It was hard enough that I could only hold him when I was feeding him. He had to be under lights at all other times. Those were a difficult four days as well.

28 days later we were back with the doctors. This time at Primary Children's Hosptial (details to come at a later date). We have a baby who has been sick almost half of his life. He has reflux and colic and is not a very content little guy. But, we wouldn't have it any other way. When he looks up at you and smiles that great big smile, there isn't a better feeling in the world. And I'd go through a million hard deliveries, doctors visits, and tests, to have him in our home. We love you Jace!

Welcome to the 21st Centruy

Ok. So i realize that everyone and their DOG has a blog. I also realize that i have been putting off doing this for some time because I'm a bit handicapped when it comes to technology. I mean really, it took me months to master facebook! But, i'll give it a go. If we get pictures posted, it'll be a miracle;-) But, we're here....the bugs spot are us!