37 Weeks!! 3...ish to go?

Peter: Well we've made it to Full-Termsville. It's a great place to be. We don't have the jitters of worrying if he'll be a premie baby and so now we just have the jitters of "we hope he's a healthy baby boy with no problems." Of course Tayva's handling it like a trooper. It's not been til recently that she's okay if he comes now. I realize a lot of women are ready for the pregnancy to be over around 5 months because of the discomfort but Tayva's just now hit that phase. Of course Tayva's a tough chick and so wonderfuly patient which is one of the many things I love about her. For my part I'm scared to death. I saw those movies in our class: my wife is in immense pain for like 2 days and I'm helpless, all I can do is rub her back with a tennis ball and make sure not to give her more than 2 fingers to squeeze (so she can't break my hand).

Although Tayva assures me that there aren't a lot of women who die during child birth anymore that doesn't mean it doesn't scare me to death. Last week her family threw her a baby shower and her dad and I were talking and I mentioned giving her a blessing and he looked at me and said "sounds like you're the one who needs the blessing." Touche Ethan.

We've made a bet as to when we think he'll come. The stakes are whoever is within 5 days of their guess the other one has to plan the first post-baby date. I've guessed the 13th so if he comes between the 8th (my dad's birthday) and the 18th I win. Tayva guessed the 21st so if he comes between the 16th and the 26th she wins. If he comes in the 2 days that our guesses overlap then it's a paper-rock-scissors cage match. I really hope he comes between the 8th and the 16th because I've got a test the 7th and then midterms the 22nd-24th, so...

We're pretty sure that we're going to name him Calvin James Case. (most people think of Calvin and Hobbes when they hear the name Calvin although for some strange reason I think of President Calvin Coolidge whom up to this week when I wikipedia'd him I knew nothing about).

(the two Calvins)

Calvin was the middle name of my great-grandpa Childs a man I love and look up to. I always felt on my mission that my Great Grandpa Dean and Bob (Robert Calvin) were with me, comforting me and keeping me going. The first time I went into the Toronto Temple I felt them both very near. And then the middle name James was Tayva's Grandpa's name. Tayva's grandpa was a great man. He had his share of difficulties but he loved his family and was so proud of Tayva. He would tell people who Tayva introduced him to that Tayva taught herself to read at the age of 2, smartest little kid he knew. He was the one rooting for us to get married before we had talked about it. When we told them we were engaged he jumped off his chair (which wasn't easy for him at that time) and said "No foolin?!" A couple days before he passed away we went to help him get out of his seat. He was pretty out of it but Tayva's grandma said "Jim, Peter and Tayva are here. You remember Peter?" He said "Sure I do. Hell of a nice guy." That was the last thing he said to me. I loved him as well. So Calvin James Case....unless he doesn't look like a Calvin. Maybe he'll look like a Rutegar but what does a Rutegar look like?

(Like this?)

Tayva: I have to laugh whenever Peter stresses about me giving birth. Isn't that my job? But I guess I'm not really that worried (anxious, nervous, excited, yes, but not really worried, as such) so I guess one of us has to be stressing out.

We've been trying to get some final preparations done (without overdoing it, hopefully) for when our munchkin arrives: washing the bedding for the crib, doing a load of the newborn/0-3 months clothes along with receiving blankets, etc. I am really excited to dress him up in the cute little Halloween costume his Grandma Tina bought him (see little tiger of awesomeness picture), so he'd better come in time to wear it!

I'm starting to realize that there are a good number of things that are just not going to get done before he gets here, so I'm trying to pick and choose the most important/most do-able. This has basically come to mean finishing the front room curtains (and the bedroom ones, hopefully), finishing the books I'm binding for my Chinese-learning brother, making sure the house is ready for a new baby (nursery finished and CLEAN, changing table cleared off so as to be usable, diaper stockpile arranged in a useful order), and the hospital bag packed. So far the hospital bag contains a towel and two pairs of warm socks. And a couple spare toothbrushes. I'm not actually sure what the towel is supposed to be for, actually, since the hospital will definitely provide one. I just put it in because some list recommended it. (Maybe for sitting on in case my water breaks?)

(The inspiration for new curtains--yes, it is a pillowcase. Held up by magnets.)

My bookbinding station, complete with supplies, instruction manuals, paper for covers, and the three sections of the book-in-progress itself.

The nursery corner of the bedroom. Not shown: second-hand rocker-glider, hamper of baby clothes, Baby.

Baby is definitely putting on the pounds, as is reflected by his mama's exponentially (Well...maybe not. But it feels like it.) growing belly. As the poet Gaston once sang so eloquently: "Now I am roughly the size of a barge." Sadly, like so many others of the artistic bent, Gaston Lefrenchperson's life was cut tragically short when he lost his balance during a rooftop excursion in the rain, in the course of his attempt to, as it were, "Kill the Beast."

Authorities fear drinking may have been a factor.

You have all the pictures to corroborate the wild tales we have been telling you. I am now going to eat a slice of apple pie.

35 Weeks -- 5 Weeks Left

It's about time we got around to updating. We meant to last week, but with one thing or another we kept putting it off...and then it wasn't last week anymore, it was this week, and we realized that if we didn't just do it then it would never happen.

Tayva: We did have a couple fun things happen in the past two weeks. For one, my brother (the Marine) was in town, and it was a lot of fun to see him and spend time with him. For another, Peter very sneakily arranged a whole weekend getaway for us, and somehow--even with a month plus of planning--managed to keep it a secret right up until we pulled into the parking lot at Anniversary Inn. Highlights include: visiting the Church History museum (this was at the point that I still thought we were going to pick up a friend at the airport), staying in the Egyptian room (looked like the inside of a pyramid), and eating at The Roof restaurant overlooking the Salt Lake Temple.

As for baby news (what there is at this point!): He's gotten so big that at this point he doesn't get off as many kicks as he used to be able to, and now he has to communicate in what we call Squiggle. This means that, when Peter tells him stories about the history of the world (which sometimes takes odd and exciting turns that I don't remember from class...) he responds by saying, "Squiggle, squiggle, bump, nudge, stick-my-foot-out-as-far-as-it-will-go!" Roughly translated, this means, "Wow, that was an amazing story! But are you SURE it was all true?" (He's a smart one, our bebe.)

Other than that...we are officially pre-registered at the American Fork Hospital, which means that they'll let us have a real room when I go into labor instead of being condemned to wander the sterilized hallways forever. Peter managed to fill out ALL the paperwork while I was in the bathroom, so really I only have his word that he didn't sign the kid up for ten years of slave labor in exchange for lowered hospital bills. I guess we'll see...

The photos are: Tayva standing next to a model of the inner structure of the Tabernacle roof (that's the rounded silver roof you see next to the temple in the restaurant pic); Peter standing next to a portrait of J. Golden Kimball, the apostle who was notorious for his bad language; Peter and Tayva eating at The Roof, with the loverly view of the Salt Lake Temple; picture of the Salt Lake Temple. Then the shots from our hotel room, which was awesome. First, the giant statue looming in the bathroom area, then the mural over the bed, then an extra Egyptian woman statue, and then the view from the bedroom.

Peter: While I will gladly admit that it was awesome to surprise Tayva, it wasn't easy. Realizing that people love our company I had to make sure all the families were not planning anything for the weekend, then had to remind them 2 or 3 times that it was that weekend (I think Tina still forgot which weekend) and not to tell Tayva, then I had to plan a convincing story and finally the entire week leading up to my surprise I had to sneak items of Tayva's out to a bag that I had stashed in my trunk so that everything would be packed. Good Times. It should also be noted for those of you who are now thinking about going to Anniversary Inn, do yourself a favor and DON'T stay in the south temple location. We learned that about 8 months ago so now whenever we go there it's the 5th South Location and it's awesome.

Next, I am hoping to give my child a competitive advantage from the womb which is why I'm teaching him American History right now. And yes he squiggles and it's awesome. Tayva would say I may embellish American History...I think of it as improving. I mean American History was cool during the Revolution Era, then about the time Abe Lincoln came around, then not again til the great depression. For a country that's relatively young we're not too exciting so I choose to spruce up some dates and facts and characters. These are not lies, they are not even embellishments, but they are mere observations. For example the other day I taught my son the history of college football which runs thus

College Football was founded in 1796 when Columbus was sailing on the Mayflower towards America. It was named America after Hank Americana, an industrious pig farmer and early vaudevillian. Aboard this ship the crew and passengers would often go crazy and Columbus, being arrogant and French, wouldn't let people forget that they were going to a new world full of spices. One day Theodore Roosevelt got tired of his arrogance and took off his silly hat and spiked it on the deck (much like football players spike their touchdown footballs today). This angerered Columbus and he told Roosevelt that next noon day he would have a duel of sorts. The duel consisted of him having to run his hat past Roosevelt the entire length of the ship's deck (100 yards...the length of a current football field) and if he did then Roosevelt was to be tossed over board. If Roosevelt could "tackle" him Columbus would step overboard. Thus the next day Teddy Roosevelt (who was a notorious cheat) met Columbus on deck. When Columbus ran toward Roosevelt all of Roosevelts Pals: George Washington, Franklin Roosevelt, Paul Revere, and Keanu Reaves jumped in front of Columbus and tackled him. Thus the game of football was born.

So you see America and Football and interconnected. Kind of like how I hate school but I have to finish.